#location: vixen

[svetavorshevsky]

FOR: @sofiedekker WHEN: August 24' (End) WHERE: Vixen.

Svetlana watched them from the back seat of the black sedan, the rain rapping like a hum in the otherwise deafening silence. For a woman who showed little to no emotion, this was probably the most emotionally charged decision she'd ever made. Olga would be turning in her grave if she could see her daughter.

It looked like a slip of power because it was.

This plan had been in motion for weeks, like a ticking time bomb in her mind. It was unreasonable jealously, unreasonable rage. She couldn't feel anything else, and she never really did. Indifference was a word better suited to her in the "other times" she found herself living. Everyone was positioned exactly where they needed to be. Vitaly parked a few blocks away, engine idling, ready and waiting. He was reliable because he didn't ask questions. She knew he wouldn’t question her orders—he never did. She liked that about him. But Vitaly wasn’t the one who would be getting his hands dirty tonight. That honour was reserved solely for her.

He knew nothing of what they were doing. That way Pavel couldn't bring down hell upon his shoulders.

Igor stood at the alleyway’s edge, waiting for her signal. A high whistle, just as she'd used in Miami to signal incoming orders. He was a brute of a man, his size alone enough to intimidate even Sveta. Which was a rare occurrence.

It wasn’t about sending a message to the French, although that would certainly be a much-appreciated side effect. Especially gaining favour with the Rutherfords — which they needed right now. No, this was far more personal. Svetlana’s lips curled into a smile as she thought about the pretty face that had once captured her husband’s heart. A heart that now belonged to Svetlana, or at least, what was left of it.

Pavel was hers.

Svetlana had never been one to share. Not wealth, not power, and certainly not love. So when the back entrance opened, they moved. Igor moved. The car rolled close and she smiled like she'd set eyes upon her prey.

"Sorry, you might've not saw this coming — y'know, one eye and all."

[val-dautremer]

The grin she gave back to him was full of delight as she took the seat he'd offered. Vixen was crowded but Val was still able to grab the attention of the nearest waitress.

"Another cognac for our dear birthday man here and a club soda for me, please." The woman smiled back hesitantly, as if the use of the word please wasn't often heard. Clearly someone needed to remind her compatriots what manners were. A different night though. It could wait.

"I was going to say birthday boy but..." Eyes slide up and down his confettied covered figure. "Who are we fooling. Last old joke of the night, scout's honor."

Before he could answer, the girl was back with their drinks and something to snack on. Val beamed at her making note to ask who she was.

"Tell me everything. How does forty-seven feel? How is Delphine? I haven't seen her lately." Rightly so as the St. Clair was now head of the family but still, it would be nice to see her.

This was precisely why he adored Valérie.

Varden hadn't held the title of boss for some time, yet the others, particularly the younger St. Clairs, continued to walk on eggshells around him. The respect was appreciated, but it was a party. Anyone might've been fooled into thinking it'd been thrown for somebody else given the general reluctance to approach him. Yet there she was, confetti cannon and all, trash talking him enough to earn a genuine chuckle.

The Frenchman glanced down at his shirt in momentary disbelief. Then to the glass in his hand; remnants of the colourful assault floating idly on top. Setting it to the side, it seemed a good excuse to get to his feet, where he was greeted with a welcomed embrace and a smile to mirror his own.

"It's good to see you too, Val," he teased, pressing a brief kiss to her cheek, before gesturing to the empty seat beside him in the hopes she might join him. "After destroying both my dignity and my drink, I think you owe me a cognac, though."

[bizlybebo]

okk he's been at the clinic for 2 hours. when do i start worrying

[mrofontaine]

FOR: @kathleenzhao​ WHEN: 04/06/2023 WHERE: Vixen.

Olivier pushed open the heavy, ornate doors of Vixen, the renowned private burlesque club frequented by the French Organization; known for its seductive ambiance and captivating performances, it was their place for fun. The dimly lit room was suffused with that memorable seductive aura, sultry modern music pumped out of the speakers in the background; he came here more often than he should, but he’d always found comfort here. 

Olivier's azure orbs adjusted to the low lighting, scanning the crowd, catching glimpses of feathered headdresses or more particular, sparkling sequined outfits, while hints of exposed skin were still covered in modest attire. The atmosphere pulsed with an electric energy, fueled by the anticipation of the evening's entertainment.

He finally felt like he could relax. Yet, he began to look for her.

His gaze came to rest on the familiar face—Kathleen, sitting elegantly at a table near the stage. With his overly confident stride, Olivier made his way through the throng of people, navigating between tables and groups engaged in hushed conversations. The sound of clinking glasses and laughter filled the air, adding to the club's vibrant atmosphere.

‘‘Just who I was looking for,’‘ 

[maksimkurylenko]

Mistletoe 2023.

FOR: @gianna-palazzolo WHEN: 19th of December, 2023. WHERE: The Underground.

Maksim actually rather enjoyed this time of year.

Even his brooding was transformed into something of undilated excitement when he was off around London. However, he wasn't a fan of the amount of people who found themselves crammed onto the sidewalks. Enough that he was gritting his teeth as he swerved in and out of those who decided today was the day to walk at a glacial pace.

A few drinks here, a few drinks there, he'd walked around London with his friends in the bitter cold until one by one they'd peeled off. The nickname 'flake' had been thrown around a few too many times as the night had wore on and it'd left that humored grin flashing across his lips as he walked to the last place, one friend left from the group in tow.

Although he felt the eyes on him the second he reached the door, lingering just a little too long as he swept passed. His jaw ticked, teeth clamping, and gone was that too-easy smile, those light shoulders. The Rutherford's had left their stench on this place and he was already regretting agreeing to this.

Alcohol called more, although, he'd have preferred the talbot to this.

Maksim, however, would eat his words the second he stepped through the door. Gianna. Here. And no matter the eyes he felt upon his back, his feet were moving as he crossed through that rambunctious crowd. Tonight, it seemed, would be far more entertaining than he'd planned.

"Gianna," Maksim called, slipping quietly into the spot beside her. "What a surprise." His eye's twitched left and right, looking for Vincenzo lurking somewhere in the shadows as he'd done previously.

[thebestofoneshots]

Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.6 K Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job (male and female reciving), P in V, endless teasing. / Remus' first time with Vix and Siri. Consent is Sexy. Prompt: Finally a quiet time for the three of them. Proofread by sweet @girlwihkaleidoscopeeyes This chapter can be read as a one-shot

Chapter 74: Las Palabras de Amor

You rolled on your side, sitting on your shins so you were now looking at Sirius instead of leaning on him, your head tilted slightly to the side as you eyed Remus. You locked eyes; his, more golden than brown at this point, seemed to sparkle as you stared at each other. 

It was almost as if you were in potions, silently communicating to each other exactly what you’d be doing next. By the time you turned back to look at Sirius, he was looking at you with a mix of nervousness and excitement, Adam’s apple bobbing as the two of you veered closer, his breathing short.

He’d become prey as both you and Remus moved as gracefully and decisively as if Moony or Vixen would when stalking each other in a game. It didn’t matter that he was bigger than you or that he, as Padfoot, could kind of control Moony. At that point, Sirius didn’t even feel canine, he’d turned into a rabbit or a baby deer, facing two beasts that seemed ready to devour him. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything more than that. 

You leaned a little closer, even if you felt slightly exposed due to the lack of fabric covering your top half. There was a confidence in your movements that you weren’t exactly sure how you’d gotten. Both of your hands travelled to Sirius’ jaw while Moony’s moved to his hips. You allowed your fingers to brush down from there to his neck, gently tracing his Adam’s apple as you went down, stopping right on the second button of his shirt. As you started unbuttoning, Remus brushed his hands over Sirius’ abdomen – oh, how he’d dreamed of being able to do something like that – locating the last button of the shirt and working on it with a patience that was as maddening as it was exciting. 

The pads of your fingers on Sirius’ skin felt like burning every time they brushed against it, making him crave more. He almost felt bad for teasing you so much earlier, but the wait was making him infinitely more excited for what was to come, whatever it might be, whatever it was that you and Moony told each other with that long look from earlier. 

Your hands connected with Remus halfway through the shirt; he undid the last button as you allowed your palms to rest over Sirius’ torso, feeling how warm it was against your hands and feeling a slight chill run down your spine. Was the window still open? You’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even noticed the small snowflakes slipping in from the window and melting against the warm stone. Not that you’d care to close it, but the chill got a reaction either way, voluntarily or not, making your breasts perk up again. Sirius bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a groan and failing, eyes locked on your breasts.

“Something’s distracting him,” Remus said with a smile, eyeing your erect nipples for a second before focusing back on Sirius’ shirt; if he stared at you any longer, he’d become just as distracted. 

“I noticed,” you replied with a smirk, allowing your nails to gently brush against his torso as you pulled the shirt to the sides. Both you and Remus worked together to remove Sirius’ shirt completely, Remus leaning in to press a short wet kiss against his neck before letting him fall back on the mattress. “Can’t blame him for it either.” 

You smiled, not missing the lascivious look Remus had given you as he kissed the other boy’s neck. You blushed, both aroused and shy; you’d never had two of the hottest people you knew stare at you with such hunger. As if they’d been famished. You swallowed, taking a deep breath, your chest rising and falling gently before leaning in to kiss Sirius’ neck, knowing Remus would appreciate the fact that he’d get his lips. 

For a second, you stared at the two of them kissing, feeling even wetter than before just from the sight. Who would have thought I’d be into that? You wondered as you reached for Sirius’ crotch again. This time you weren’t planning to let him turn you around before he was completely speechless (not that he had much to say now that both you and Remus were onto him). 

While you slid your fingers in between yours and Sirius’ bodies, the back of your hand brushed against Remus’ crotch, earning a soft groan from him. “Sorry,” you mumbled as you continued on your way down.

“Never be sorry about something like this,” he retorted with a sly smile directed your way before he went back to kissing Sirius. 

You managed to unclasp Sirius’ trousers with one hand and pulled them down with the help of a slightly airy and aroused Remus. Now we’re even, you thought, once they were both shirtless and in just their boxers. You barely noticed Sirius’ cock straining against the soft fabric of his underwear before you’d dug your hand inside.

“Mhmhmh!” Sirius moaned into Remus’ kiss. 

Remus smiled, pulling apart for a second just to be able to see Sirius’ face as if he couldn’t quite believe this was really happening: he really was kissing Sirius! You were right there next to the two of them, watching, kissing, feeling, enjoying it as much as he was, enjoying it as much as Sirius was. 

Remus really should have known; he should have known that the two of you wanted him as much as he wanted you – since the Hallowe’en party when you were dancing together, and he thought he was in heaven. He should have realised it then, but what really mattered was that he knew now. 

And there was nothing more exhilarating than being wanted, knowing that he was wanted, and that he was part of you as much as you were a part of him. Even beyond the sex and the kisses, there was a connection so deeply rooted that no poison, no cruel hand and no force of nature could tear them asunder. And he loved it, he loved every bit of it. From Sirius’ soft lips, and his blushed face to your soft – and slightly desperate – breaths. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he told Sirius as he stared into his eyes. Sirius smirked, and you knew he was about to retort with something clever, destroying the adorable moment Remus had just created, so you decided to stop him: you reached inside his pants, wrapped your hand around his cock, and pumped. Whatever Sirius was going to say got caught up in his throat, and instead came one of those lewd moans of his.

He threw you a withering look, and you gave him an innocent shrug in return, “You wanted to say something, Pups?” 

He opened his mouth to speak again, and you repeated the action, causing him to close his lips with barely enough wherewithal to hold his grunt. You just smiled, raising one of your eyebrows at him before turning to Remus, who was looking at you with a rather impish face. 

“He wasn’t joking when he said you were a tease.” 

“No idea what you’re talking about, Rem,” you said, angling your arm so it would brush against his cock again, now getting a moan out of him. 

“Luv, that’s just–” Remus started.

You pumped again, making sure your hand was still brushing against Remus, “Suck it up,” you responded with a smile. You’d been teased by both boys earlier; they deserved to be teased in an equal amount. 

Remus groaned and leaned into you, pressing his lips against your neck with a desperate grunt while sucking moderately, like he’d seen Sirius do to tease you in public. And that was the effect he was trying to get; he just didn’t expect the stifled moan he’d get from you, just from a little sucking near your collarbone. Either way, that wasn’t going to stop your resolve, so you continued pumping Sirius, finding a steady rhythm that had him mumbling incoherencies along with a few profanities, while Remus groaned audibly (from your hand brushing against his crotch), alternating between kissing Sirius’ lips and your neck, in retaliation from your incessant teasing. 

Sirius’s chest heaved up and down, breath ragged from how worked up he was from the kisses and the touches, and of course, your hand that seemed a little too confident with what it was doing. How quickly had you learned to make him feel so heavenly after that one time in the fae pool. 

Remus’ hand was lying on Sirius’ torso when he gently slid it towards your arm, allowing it to brush from your shoulder to your elbows and then down to your wrist; the same wrist he could feel moving on Sirius’ cock, and he was tempted to wrap his own fingers around yours. But there was still some uncertainty in him, a fear of being rejected, of his touches scaring Sirius instead of pleasing him. So he decided to keep his hand there, gently wrapped around your wrist only, his fingers brushing against your skin in a soft, almost repetitive motion as he sighed. 

“Just ask him, Rem,” you said when you noticed his indecisive hold, constantly inching closer to your fisted hand and then pulling back. 

“No– it’s not–” 

“Remus would like to touch you,” you said instead, perhaps a bit too bluntly since Remus glared, as if you had outed him. “Are you okay with that?” you added more softly, slowing down your pace to get Sirius to focus. 

“Of course,” Sirius retorted with a grin, leaning up and pulling Remus’ towards his lips. “You may touch me, wherever and whenever you want, darling,” he added in between kisses. You smiled, feeling Remus’ hand slowly creep around yours, his fingers wrapping completely around your own and helping you pump. Then you slid your hand off gently, allowing his alone to replace it. Remus’ grip was much firmer than yours. “Fuck,” Sirius moaned as the other boy sighed. He could hardly fathom what he was doing – and who he was doing it to – and yet he kept moving his hand, gently pumping as his breath became more ragged. 

Remus’ bigger hand made Sirius feel much smaller, but it covered more ground as it moved, and when he flicked his thumb up to gently rub around his tip, Sirius was a goner. Remus knew exactly what he was doing. 

You raised one of your eyebrows, impressed at how quickly Remus had undone Sirius, and looked down at his hand with curiosity, wondering if you could learn from his technique – and then realising how ridiculous the thought was. Still, the competitive side of you wanted to be just as good, so you stared, moving your hand to Sirius’ inner thigh and rubbing softly, your nails sometimes grazing his skin and causing him to shiver. 

Remus pumped again and turned to you. “Come ‘ere, Little Witch,” he said, leaning down to kiss you as he twisted his hand, earning a grunt from Sirius, whose hips started to bump up towards his hand in an uncontrolled motion. 

“Shit, wait, I think I’m going to–” 

“It’s okay,” Remus said, his teeth gently biting your bottom lip as he pulled from you and turned his eyes back to Sirius.  “I’ll catch it,” he added, his thumb softly brushing against his tip. “Go ahead, Pads, make a mess.” 

“Fuck,” Sirius replied, breathing hard as the first spurt of cum left his cock. Remus caught it with ease, and continued moving his hand.

“You’re doing amazing, Luv,” he said, voice low and slightly just raspy enough to make both yours and Sirius’ mind reel. He was patient, looking at his bright eyes as he continued to milk him to completion, until he finally went soft in his hand.

 Sirius’ head was thrown back on the pillow as he tried to steady his breathing. “Fuck, that was–” he breathed, “You were–” another breath,  “–We should have done this ages ago.” 

You laughed, leaning up on your elbow to look at him better. His face was flushed, lips red and swollen and gaze weary, as if he was still lost in the pleasure you had both given him. You tilted your head to the side and smiled, gently moving your hand towards his face and pulling some of the sweat-stuck curls from his cheek. Sirius really was a sight to behold. As angelic as he was devious, an absolute dream come true. “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” you smiled. 

“Absolutely,” Remus responded, voice low as he turned to you, gaze still as hungry as the one he used to regard Sirius earlier. “And so are you, lovely.” He brought his cum stained hand towards his own boxers, and sighed when he felt the warm sticky substance against his own cock. There was something unfathomably lecherous about having Sirius’ cum around himself, it made his own cock twitch and spurt out a bit of precum. “Little Witch, would you mind if I stare at you shamelessly while I finish myself off?” he asked as he stared at your breasts and pumped himself once. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, while the idea of just being watched was tempting, you weren’t planning on letting him finish by himself. Not if you and Sirius could help it – once he’d recovered, at least. 

“Actually, I do mind,” you responded, and Remus seemed taken aback, his grip around his cock faltering, his lower abdomen burning in protest due to the lack of friction. 

“What?” he managed to say. 

“Well, I don’t mind you looking,” you clarified and then smiled. “I mind the fact that you won’t let me take part,” you leaned towards him; Sirius placed a hand on your back and pushed encouragingly, even as drained as he was. 

“I just thought you might be tired,” Remus said, “that you wouldn’t want–” 

“Don’t make assumptions, Rem,” you said, a hand on his shoulder while you whispered in the most sultry tone you could muster. Your hand moved from there to his collarbone, your fingers gently brushing against his skin before you leaned down and kissed him there. “You may go on,” you added when you realised his hand on his cock still wasn’t moving. 

Remus tightened his grip again, grunting pleasurably when he felt you sucking on the side of his neck. Sirius had leaned up a little bit, watching the two of you even if you were shielding Remus almost completely. 

“Sorry, quite rude of me,” you chastised yourself once you noticed, playfully eyeing Sirius before turning to Remus again. “How about we give him a better look?” you added, pulling your head back to level it to Remus’ gaze. 

Remus seemed confused, about to say something when you leaned down, purposefully tilting yourself towards his lap as you slowly pulled your skirt down, allowing Sirius to get a good view at your rear before sliding it off completely and straightening your back again. “You said you really like it, Pups, didn’t you?” you added before throwing it towards his face. 

Sirius smiled as he pulled it down. Remus, who was still trying to process what was happening, turned to you. There was admiration and raw desire in his eyes as he stared at your fully naked body for the first time. Your breasts falling gracefully as you curved your back, your legs bending smoothly, each one of your curves having a softness, plusness, and delicacy to them. “You’re… absolutely perfect,” he whispered, completely enraptured by you. His hand regained its pace around his cock when he felt it twitch in protest at the lack of movement. His motions were almost languid, softly drawing out the pleasure as much as he could, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting either of you to pull apart. 

He was definitely not expecting you to jump over his thigh, fast but making sure to press yourself against his leg to let him feel how wet you were, before leaning completely on the side, Remus’ profile and your front now in perfect view of Sirius. 

“Better?” you asked him with a sly smirk. 

Sirius gave you a daring look.“Yeah, I think so,” he said nonchalantly. “Except maybe–” he took his wand from the nightstand, “– Evanesco,” he whispered, completely vanishing Remus’ boxers.  

You blinked in disbelief at his wand skill; performing a spell like that was already quite complicated with an object alone, on a person it made it ridiculously tricky, yet he’d done it with little to no effort while being  fucked out and turned on.

“Fucking impressive,” Remus said. 

“For sure,” Sirius replied, staring at the other’s cock, which brought you back to the moment in an instant. 

You looked down at him. You’d felt how big he was before, but seeing it, tall and proud right in the middle of his legs, was something entirely different. Your hand was on his inner thigh in a second, tracing soft circles before wrapping around his own around his cock. He mumbled your name, almost in a warning tone and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “Allow me,” you said as you pressed a kiss to his strong shoulders. 

“You don’t have to just because–” 

“I want to,” you said, same soft voice, fingers lacing with his as you managed to fill some of the soft skin around his cock in between them. In a move that was almost the same as the one he’d done with Sirius’ cock, your hands switched with each other, and now yours were wrapped around him, Sirius’ sticky cum acting as a lubricant as you started to pump. 

“Fuck,” Remus sighed, looking at your hand moving on him, your beautiful face in rapt concentration trying to find just the right up-and-down pattern that had him moaning your name. It didn’t take you too long. And while he absolutely loved the euphoria you were giving him, he still didn’t want it to end. A bed with two of you on it was already heaven. A bed with the two of you, stripped naked, was far beyond it. He, of course, didn’t want to cum down from it. 

But your hand was making it almost impossible for him to continue holding back, and when he thought he was about to cum he gripped the sheets tightly, “Little Witch, I think I’m going to–”

You pulled your hand off him before he finished the sentence, allowing your thumb to brush over his tip in a torturous and impossibly teasing manner. The look he gave you was so helpless it was almost comical. Brows furrowed, chest heaving up and down and an incredulous look on his face. Sirius regarded the two of you amusedly, his dick was half hard again. 

Remus could barely muster his words as he looked at you, still in disbelief. “To cum?” you asked nonchalantly. “I figured.”

“Then why would you–” he couldn’t finish his sentence, you jumped back towards his lap, legs around his own and closed the gap between your bodies, allowing the tip of his cock to brush against your folds. “Because I want you cumming somewhere else.” 

“What?!” he asked, voice a mere squeak. 

“She’s taking the potion,” Sirius said, looking at you to confirm. You nodded, and rocked your hips against Remus, pulling your hand down and positioning him, first letting his tip brush over your folds, your breath hitching as it touched your clit. 

Remus, who only now seemed to have gathered his wits, blinked a couple of times before placing both hands on your shoulders. “Wait, no, wait!” he said, alarmed as he pushed you back gently. You instantly stopped touching him, looking at him with concern, frowning your brows and searching for his face that seemed alarmed. He looked down on himself and you, so close, he thought. 

“What is it?” you asked, confused and slightly upset. He doesn’t want me, a voice in your head seemed to say. That’s ridiculous, he definitely wants you! Another responded. 

“I can’t–” he said. “Not without rubbers.” 

“Rubbers?” you asked. He nodded towards the pack of condoms still on the floor. “What– Why do you need those?” 

“Because of Moony,” he said solemnly. 

There was instant understanding in your head, the tension from earlier relinquishing, your shoulders relaxing, apprehension leaving you entirely. You placed your hand around his neck, gently brushing the nape with the pads of your fingers. He seemed to also relax into your touch. 

“Rem, Luv. Lycanthropy does not work like that,” you said reassuringly. You finally understood why he insisted on carrying them with him, he was terrified of turning someone into a werewolf.

“You don’t know!” he retorted. There was apprehension and perhaps, a hint of pain or resentment towards himself stuck in his gaze.

“She’s read a whole lot about werewolves though,” Sirius said. “Knows way more than I do; I reckon she knows even more than–” 

“You don’t know!” Remus insisted. 

“Right,” you said appeasingly. His eyes were golden, but not with pleasure this time around, more like he’d been cornered. You breathed, trying to think of the right way you say it, “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, but there is no need to rush it. We can wait, ask around, and only go for it when we’re sure. How does that sound?” 

Remus seemed to finally breathe again, you saw the tension release his muscles just like it had done with yours earlier and you smiled, leaning closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Meanwhile,” you smiled, raising your hand and channeling all your energy as you’d practice while flying and pulled the strip of rubbers into your hand. “We can use these…” you said with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smile. “If you’re still up for it,” you added, although his cock, still standing proud, gave you half the answer. 

He laughed, his gaze turning to the side as he bit his lip. Of course he wanted it, he needed it like he needed air and water.  “You don’t give up easily, do you?” 

“You should have known by now, Moony,” Sirius said as he pulled himself a little bit higher on the bed, earning a somewhat better view of both of your faces. The tension from the earlier situation had been enough to snap him from his fucked-out tiredness and fueled him with some much-needed adrenaline. “She’s dating the two of us, even after you played hard to get.” 

You straight up laughed at his comment. “Such an idiot,” you mumbled. 

Sirius just smiled confidently and leaned close enough to press a kiss to Remus’ shoulder and looked at you through his lashes. “Perhaps, but without your stubbornness, we wouldn’t be here,” he teased further. 

“Oh, shut it,” you smiled, playfully trying to push Sirius’ face off of Remus’ shoulder, but he was faster, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him, causing your folds to smash against Remus’ hard cock again and instantly earning a groan from him. 

Sirius bit his lip as he looked down. “Come on, Étoile, I think it’s time to end our poor guy’s suffering.” 

You smiled, pulling back to rip one of the rubbers from the strip and giving it to Remus. “I guess he will teach you how to use them in the end,” you added with a teasing grin and Remus’ hands carefully opened the silver package and slowly rolled down the condom around himself.  

“Does it feel different?” Sirius asked out of curiosity, not quite thinking. 

Before Remus even had time to think of the answer, which you assumed he wouldn’t have, you replied, “We can try later and you tell us.” You turned to Remus and smiled, “Ready?” 

He smiled and nodded in return. You breathed, raising yourself a little and grabbing his cock to line it with your entrance. He stared at your hand in his cock, and then at your determined gaze as you accommodated yourself, his breath getting caught in his throat as he braced himself for what was about to happen. Feeling completely unprepared and utterly ready at the same time. 

You breathed and slowly lowered yourself on him. Remus’ hands were instantly on your waist, taking away some of the weight from your legs as you slowly sank into him. “You good?” he asked about halfway through. Sirius pressed a quick kiss to his neck as he smiled, his nose and lips still brushing against the other’s skin. Of course, Remus would take the time to ask about your well-being in such a situation, he thought.

“Mhm,” you managed to say with a nod; he could hear the slight strain in your voice, you were adjusting to him. Sirius already suspected there hadn’t been that many times for you before, he’d ask eventually, not out of jealousy, but out of curiosity. As you continued to lower yourself onto Remus’ cock you breathed deeply. 

Remus looked like he was trying his hardest not to move. Sirius could easily feel the tension on his shoulders and muscles, the stutter in his breath, the restraint he was enacting to be able to hold back. But he waited nonetheless. You had your head hidden in his neck, and were still breathing rather deeply, Remus was gently brushing his hands on your back now. “Still good?” He asked as he gently turned his head towards you. He couldn’t see your face but you smiled as you clenched around him in response. “Fuck!” 

“She just fucking clenched, didn’t she?” Sirius said with a wicked smile, leaning a little bit higher on his shins as he tried to look at the spot where the two of you were joined. He swallowed when he did. He had imagined what that looked like on the fae pool, but seeing it, even if it was Remus’ cock instead of his own, was doing it for him. His hand travelled to his cock, he couldn’t care less if he was going to be sore later. 

“Yeah, she– ah!”

“Did it again,” Sirius finished as he bit his lip, his hand already pumping gently as his thumb brushed his tip. 

“Thought you might like it,” you said. Remus still couldn’t see your smile, but he sure as hell heard it. You pressed a kiss to his neck, as you started to move, your hips slow and gentle as they moved out and in, and you squeezed. 

“Shit,” Remus said as he sighed. “You feel fucking amazing!” 

“I bet she does,” Sirius whispered with a smile, thinking of how you felt wrapped around his cock as he continued to touch himself. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you joked as you pressed another wet kiss to his neck. 

Remus managed to get conscious enough to look at Sirius with a raised eyebrow. Sirius shrugged in return. “Not so bad?” he said, a playful smile appearing on his lips, despite how overwhelmed he already was. “Can’t leave my girl with that impression, can I?” He asked, eyeing the other boy seconds after. 

Sirius  seemed to understand whatever it was Remus meant with that comment almost instantly and smiled, the time it took you to react to the exchange was cut short by Remus grabbing your waist and flipping the two of you around, your head landing softly onto a pillow as he laid you down on the bed. 

You swallowed as you looked at him, one hand still wrapped around your waist while he used the other to hold himself up. He looked at you with a sly smirk, as if he knew exactly what each ragged breath that came from your delicate lips meant. You looked back at him with parted lips, your heart beating faster as your eyes locked on his, both shining with lust.

“That was hot,” Sirius commented with a smile, “She liked it.”

“I know,” Remus replied with a smile as he pulled his arm from underneath you. “I felt it,” he added with a smile. He was still, looking at you with a teasing grin. As if waiting for you to ask him to move. You held his stare defiantly and clenched. He cursed. “You really are a charming li–” you clenched again and he stopped breathing for a second, biting his lips while he regained his focus. “–Little Witch,” he finished. 

“Thought that’s the reason you–” he placed his free hand on your breast, pinching your nipple as he stared straight at you– “call me that,” you finished with a smile. 

So playful, Sirius thought as he looked at the two of you, perhaps I could make things happen. Sirius leaned closer, switching his left hand to his cock to leave his dominant free and move that one between your bodies. He sneaked it in right to the place where the two connected and then pressed his index to your clit while his knuckles brushed the top side of Remus’ cock, drawing slow circles onto both. Although he couldn’t see directly, he was remarkably good at finding soft spots, and he could tell once he had.

Remus seemed to shiver, his hips moving slightly back as he touched him, also a result of your very tight clenching once Sirius started circling your clit. “Stop torturing each other,” Sirius said playfully. “You both know how fucking incredible you are.” 

You smiled, and angled your hips upwards, sinking deeper into Remus’ cock before pulling back down again. Remus sighed in pleasure and started to move his hips as well, Sirius’ hand in between your bodies adding an extra layer of friction that had both of your minds reeling.

As Remus continued thrusting into you he leaned closer, his skin craving yours like a famished animal, a yearning he’d withheld for too long finally finding solace; in the plushness of your breasts and the hardness of your nipples, in the curve of your waist and mellow sounds your throat kept making. For him. 

 He had enough sense left to press soft, wet kisses against your lips, cheeks and jaw, as he relished on the myriad of feelings you were giving rise to. His nose, buried in your hair, the way you smelled of sweat and perfume and Sirius, was so perfect that he was overwhelmed with the sensory overload of it all. His breath tickled the soft skin of your neck as he continued to pound into you.

“You’re amazing… you feel amazing,” he mumbled as he thrusted, feeling Sirius’ hand with each move of his hips which was driving him just as mad as your walls wrapped around his cock. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I never imagined I would– fuck.”  

“I know,” you said breathily. “Fuck, I know,” you added, your hips chasing his own, matching his pace and surpassing it with frantic movements.

You weren’t sure where you ended and he started, let alone whether either of you could think properly at this point, at least not past basic actions: hips moving, kissing and mumbling senseless incoherencies; soft loving words, moans and curses blended into the atmosphere around you, the vibration of your voices saturating the air like stars in the sky.

Sirius wasn’t much better either, with one of his hands right between the two of you and the other on his cock, his thoughts were mostly focused on how alluring Remus’ back looked as it flexed, and how wonderful you looked right under him, your hair sprawled to the sides, making sounds that were as obscene as they were delightful.  

At some point Remus managed to push Sirius into a laying flat position, having him almost beside you so he could reach his mouth while he continued to fuck into you. He could have both, he had both, and heaven was nothing but a petty promise in comparison to it. His movements became faster and more erratic the further it went.  He kissed Sirius’ soft lips, losing himself on the boy for what could have been an eternity from how intense it felt. 

“Fuck, Rem,” you managed to whimper, driving his focus back to you.

It might have been Sirius’ hand the one circling your clit and making your mind grow even fuzzier, but it was Remus’ weight on top of you, it was his strong chest the one pressing you onto the bed, his cock stretching your walls so tight that you barely noticed the slick wetness leaving your body as he fucked you, running from the place where your bodies connected toward your ass, and finally drenching the bedsheets. 

Oh, how bad you three were ruining that bed…

“You’re close, aren’t you, Starshine?” Sirius asked while Remus’ panting breaths mingled with yours. Both of Sirius’ hands were busy, but Remus had been alternating between kissing you and Sirius, switching almost any time he needed to stop to breathe. He wondered if there was a way of being even closer to the two of you, and hoped he’d have time to figure it out. 

“Mhm...” you moaned.. “Think he… he’s too,” you added, noticing how much more erratic his movements had become. You clenched harder, and you noticed how tense he’d become, his abs tightening and his head buried in the curve of your neck instead of returning to kiss. Sirius eyed him, Remus had his eyes clenched shut as he focused, trying to fuck you through his own high. 

“It’s okay,” you cooed as you noticed him struggling to hold. You couldn’t quite feel his cum inside you, but you felt the warmth either way. 

“No, I wanted you to–” 

“It really is okay,” Sirius reassured him as well. His hand on your clit did not stop even when Remus’ movements started to slow. And your breath became ragged until you saw stars, gently moaning his names.  Eventually, his hand slowed, stilling right in the middle when Remus’ weight fell onto the two of you. Remus breathed; exhausted, delighted, awed  – He’d glimpsed at whatever lays beyond heaven for the first time in his life. 

His body pressed into you and Sirius, sated and spent, Remus uttered, “I love you both so fucking much,” without even thinking. And then he tensed, looking up and at the other boy’s face with eyes wide open, as if he’d just said something ludicrous. 

You smiled, moving one of your hands to rest against his arm, but Sirius beat you to speak, with a smile on his face, looking back at Remus with a tenderness that you had only seen a few times, on those rare occasions he let out raw honesty. “We love you too, Remus.” 

“To the moon and back,” you added with a fucked out and yet slightly teasing smile. 

You stayed like that, tangled together for a while, enjoying the sweet moment until Remus accidentally moved his arm and noticed Sirius’ cock still hard. He bit his lip. He was still half-soft inside you when he grabbed it and started pumping on it lazily. You didn’t have much space to move, but you managed to get one of your hands onto Sirius’ head and gently scratched his scalp with your hands as Remus helped him finish again. 

His sounds were enough to make you wet again, coating Remus’ half-hardness as he continued to pump. It didn’t take longer than a few minutes for Sirius to cum onto Remus’ hand again, making a mess on the bed that equaled the one you had made earlier. 

“I swear I’d go on for days if tiredness wasn’t a factor,” Sirius sighed contentedly as he looked at Remus and then at you, getting a glimpse of one of your still hard nipples, the lack of movement making you finally notice how cold it had gotten.

“Bet,” you said with a smile, and pulled the side of the duvet that wasn’t squelched under the three of you to cover yourself from the cold.

Remus sighed, and placed one of his hands in between your head and Sirius’, attempting to stand, but both you and Sirius pulled him back down. “Let’s stay like this a little longer,” Sirius mumbled. 

“I’m still inside–” 

“–Does it bother you, Starshine?” 

“What?” you asked, turning back to him – you’d been looking at the window, trying to shut it with wandless magic, but you were too tired to properly work it out. Honestly, you were still shocked at the fact that you’d successfully accio'd the condoms earlier. 

Sirius looked down. Remus hid his face on the boy’s chest, feeling rather bashful at Sirius’ shameless staring. 

“Oh,” you said. “Not at all, I’m just cold.” 

Remus moved his hand without even looking and the windows shut by themselves. The temperature in the room warmed almost instantly. 

“Fucking impressive,” you said. “I’d been trying to do that for the past few minutes.” 

“While Remus was helping me cu–” 

“–I was cold,” you added before he said something obscene. In return, he wiggled the finger that was still on your clit and you hissed. “Stop teasing! We’re all exhausted.” 

“Are we, though?” 

“Yes,” both you and Remus retorted and Sirius just smiled. You stayed like that for a little while longer. Enjoying the way their skin felt against yours, and the way they felt against each other. You wondered if it would ever get better than this; it seemed impossible, but the two of them had already shown you how “impossible” could be easily conquered. 

“We should clean up and get dressed before they get here,” Remus said as he raised his head and looked at the clock. “We don’t want James or Peter to see us like this.” 

“Hm…” Sirius said thoughtfully. “That could be a way of telling him.” 

“That could be a way to scare the shit out of him,” you responded.

“But then after the shock, he’d know,” Sirius tried to reason. 

“You’re absolutely mental,” Remus said as he pressed a kiss to the boy’s collarbone, and your lips, and pushed himself up. This time neither of you stopped him. He got out of you with a low hiss and pulled the condom off before vanishing it. 

“Étoile,” Sirius asked as he watched Remus’ rubber disappear. “How are you planning to figure that one out?” 

“I have contacts,” you said with a smirk. And then looked down on yourself. You were still rather wet and sticky. Perhaps I could take a quick shower, you thought while looking at the bathroom. Remus and Sirius weren’t much better either, Remus was sticky with Sirius’ first orgasm and Sirius still had cum all over his belly. “We’re a mess.” 

“A beautiful mess,” Remus smiled. 

“A delightful mess,” Sirius agreed. 

You looked at Remus, leaning on his shins as he stood from the bed, he had a small purple mark near his collarbone, which blended seamlessly with some of his scars. You had no idea if that had been you or Sirius that caused it, the fact that it could be either one was exhilarating. “Couldn’t agree more…” 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Remus said, extending his hand to you. 

“What? Aftercare?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Sirius, have you been neglecting our girl?” Remus teased as he looked at the other boy. 

“Last time we fucked it was in the water, and trust me, I cared mighty well for her.” 

You laughed and didn’t complain as Remus pulled you to their bathroom and started the taps. “Not so hot,” Sirius said from the room as he cleaned the bedsheets with a swipe of his wand. He knew Remus usually took scalding showers. 

“You’re not even here,” Remus retorted from the bathroom, although he did open the cold tap a little further. 

“Yet…” Sirius added, and you laughed. There was no way in hell the three of you would fit into the small bath.

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[luveline]

hi honey, i love you so so much!!

what about stripper!reader with derek morgan?? he's on a case where strippers are being murdered, and while hotch is driving morgan calls you and tells you not to go into work because of what's going on, and emily is listening in on the conversation from the backseat and they tease him

thank youu!! love you!

ty for requesting lovely!! ilysm ♡

"I know you don't like listening to me, but could you do me a favour? Just this once?" 

Emily leans over in her seat so Spencer can see her side eye. "Who's Morgan talking to?" 

"Stay home tonight. No, this isn't a jealousy thing, you vixen–" 

Spencer shrugs. "No idea. But–" 

"But," Emily agrees. They've just left a crime scene with a specific victim, and now Morgan's on the phone asking someone to stay home. That someone would have reason to visit said crime scene's location, and the word vixen suggests female rather than male, which means, "Morgan has a secret stripper girlfriend." 

Spencer's entire face takes his frown, eyebrows pinched, mouth quirked into a telling line. "I like the implausible," he murmurs, "but that feels illogical. Where would they have met?"

"Uh," Emily says, widening her eyes at him. "Where do you think, Spence?" 

"Morgan doesn't need to go to a strip club." 

Emily understands what Spencer's saying. There are lots of reasons that people frequent strip clubs or gentlemen's clubs and none of those reasons apply to Derek. It's possible he could go socially, but it's just so unlike him, it doesn't add up. 

"I'm telling you the truth. I can't give you more detail than that, I just need you to stay home tonight." Derek pauses, laughs. "Alright," —his voice takes on a mechanical rendition, clearly having been fed a line he has to repeat aloud— "I, Derek Morgan, am an ignorant, jealous man, who can't cope with the fact that you don't want me, and am making up sad and childish lies to get you to stay home from your job. Is that what you wanted? Yeah, laugh it up." 

Emily laughs and grabs the headrest as he hangs up on you, pulling herself forward to taunt him as is required. "Care to explain yourself?" 

Derek sighs. "This is why I didn't tell you guys." 

"What!" Spencer says, though his smile is more audible than his incredulity. 

"So you have something to tell us?" Emily asks. 

Derek knows he can't weasel his way out of telling them, and he doesn't really want to. "I don't have a secret stripper girlfriend," he says, rolling his eyes, "she's not my girlfriend. She is an exotic dancer at one of the clubs downtown, and I met her at Home Depot." 

Emily isn't perturbed that Derek heard their gossiping. She's shameless. She doesn't even care that Hotch is frowning behind the wheel. "What was an exotic dancer doing at Home Depot?"

"Weirdly, Emily, she has a home. She wanted help finding renter friendly flooring." 

"Can we meet her?" 

"Never," Derek says with a smile. Emily couldn't know this, but he really likes you. You're sweet, super funny, and yes, you're a stripper. You work hard. Pole dancing is as physically demanding as any manual labour and you're damn good at it. "Ever." 

Spencer interjects the ensuing argument with a statistical analysis of strippers who are homeowners (unfairly few), but Morgan doesn't answer, trying to read a new text from you discretely. 

Sorry if I embarrassed you at work :( is it really not safe to go ?? Maybe u can come and be my bodyguard. I won't even make u tip me 4:10PM

He sends back, Really not safe. Stay home for me, relax for a few days. Call you tonight even if nothing changes 4:11PM

My hero <3 I trust u, but be careful OK ? and pls if it isn't too much trouble can u bring back some of those weird candies again? thank u thank u <3<3<3 4:14PM

Hotch makes a quiet sound of approval, eyes on the road. "The same girl you were with at Docklands? Rossi said she was cute." 

"She is." 

"Rossi met her?" Emily asks. "Oh, you're the worst."

[quitealotofsodapop]

Wukong's reveal happened suddenly for him. He had simply been helping Pigsy and MK out with the food truck, making sure the truck was running smooth and helping with advertisement (look, as much as Pigsy loves the guy, he isn't letting anyone part of his oil and dirt covered fur near food he has to cook and serve to customers, that's a health code violation waiting to happen) and overall just being there to celebrate eith his friends. When the shop goes on break so that the family can eat and eatch the parade, he's right there with them, excitedly waiting for the fireworks and parade.

Only pandemonium and chaos begin as the Spider Queen attacks. I've mentioned this in dms before about how I believe Tang was passively creating a barrier of protection around MK simply because he is Tripitaka's reincarnation and therefore naturally masks and protects MK's own dao signature as a stone monkey and the Harbinger of Chaos and how it extends to other aus (namely TMKATI and peach soup). Well, in this case, it serves as a major negative because the spider bots are all attracted to his dao signature and that of the rest of the Noodle Gang, aiming to restrain and contain the msot powerful demons first so that Spider Queen can use them as her personal batteries.

Wukong may not be involved in Monkie Kid business and may have sworn off being the Monkey King, but he's still Wukong. He still has a martyr complex. So when he realizes that the Spider bots were attracted to powerful dao and that MK was useless against creepy crawlies due to his arachnophobia, he made a decision. MK and his friends need to run! It was the only way, but they can not escape with their own dao acting as a homing beacon for the tiny bots. But there was at least one person present who would be far too tempting for the Spider Queen and her posse. Someone who had spent many many lifetimes cultivating his dao and gaining power until his abilities and powers could rival and even defeat the very gods. He hadn't tapped into in centuries, and he quite frankly was worried what would happen if he did as there was no going back, ince he plays hishand and reveals his power there would be no way someone would not notice.

But MK and his family needed a distraction!

Wukong shoves Pigsy out of the way of a web, his own arm getting caught in it. But where other, lesser demons would have been pulled into the belly of the beast, Wukong stood strong.

"Uncle Wu!!"

"Go! GET OUT OF HERE!!"

Ripping the web from his arm, there was an explosion of golden power unlike anything any of the Noodle Gang had felt, all except one who could only staring in awe as his Little Big Brother poured the entirety of hus power out, blamketing the area in an aura of birnong protection and soothing light that he hadn'tfelt in centuries. A feeling he had sorely missed. Wukong glanced back at him, golden eyes gleaming as he silently urged Sandy to go with them. He took his cje and grabbed everyone, taking the distraction Wukong gave him as he wished his brother the best of luck.

The plan worked a little too well. Instantly, nearly every bot in the city began to converge on his location. He managed to play a game of cat and mouse for a good long while, leading the majority of them away and allowing several demons to escape, PIF and a certain Vixen included in that number altho he had never realized that particular fact. But he can't keep it up forever. It's inevitable he gets captured. After solidifying her takeover, Spider Queen was eager to take a look at her spoils, especially the mysterious source of that godly dao that coveres the entire city for a few brief moments! She didn't imagine she'd see a greasy little monkey in an oil stained white tank top who looked far too familiar to her for it to be a mere coincidence. And the moment she recognizes the face under the oil and grime, her day just got a whole lot more interesting!

Prev.

Yesss

Wukong accidentally breaks his 500+ years of cover to protect his loved ones!

Also the whole fam esp MK seeing dear "Uncle Wu" burst forth with a divine/demonic energy unseen in hundreds of years. All while wearing a stained tank top and stinking of gasoline.

However, this very same selfless act announces to every demon inside that Spider Mech and beyond; that Sun Wukong The Beautiful Wise Monkey King, The Great Sage Equal to Heaven - IS ALIVE!!!

DBK cannot believe his eyes.

Macaque can barely believe his ears.

And Wukong can't believe his big mouth/hero complex!

[ninii-winchester]

I don’t wanna live forever

Pairing : Demon!Dean X Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: angst, demon dean, violence, language. Unedited

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Been sitting eyes wide open behind these four walls, hoping you'd call

It's just a cruel existence like there's no point hoping at all

Baby, baby, I feel crazy, up all night, all night and every day

Y/n knew Dean getting the Mark of Cain was the most stupidest thing he's ever done, taking into consideration that he's Dean Winchester and he's done plenty of stupid in his life. Part of her wants to strangle Crowley for getting him into that mess but part of her knew that Dean would've done whatever it'd take to take down Abbadon. She didn't think it'd bring them here to this day where Dean would turn into a demon and leave the bunker for good. He's with Crowley and God knows where.

A knock on the door breaks her away from her thoughts. She looks up to see Sam standing in the doorway.

"Glaring at the walls of his room won't bring him back Y/n." He said sympathetically. He knew she was hurting as much as he was. After-all they both love Dean.

"What am I supposed to do, Sam." She sounded defeated. "I've tried calling him a thousand times and he doesn't answer."

"We're doing the best we can and we will bring him back, you know that." Sam replied walking towards her and sitting on the bed. "You know we always do." 

"Part of me thinks he doesn't want to come back, its like there's no point hoping." She felt herself tear up. "The mark is overpowering him."

"Hey don't think about it. Our Dean is still in there. We'll bring him back." Sam looked at her face. She looked tired. "Y/n you haven't slept in days. You should get some rest."

"Yeah."

I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I know I'll be living in vain

And I don't wanna fit wherever

I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home

It's been days since Dean left and Y/n has had enough. She knows Sam's been torturing demons to find out Dean and Crowley's location but she can't just sit around anymore. She'll do whatever it takes to find him even if it's illegal. She opens up her laptop and hacks into the traffic signal camera's all over the country. She runs a facial recognition of Dean's face and the Impala's license plate. She crossed her fingers hoping it does it thing soon because the longer she stays on the site the more risk she's at getting into trouble. Although the bunker is untraceable they can't afford the feds on their ass.

The screen loads successfully and she jumps in happiness. The Impala last crossed a traffic signal three towns over. She didn't know when Sam would return so she didn't wait for him. She quickly changed into her Fed suit and drove towards her destination.

Knowing Dean, he's probably at some bar, she shortlisted the bars across that town and hoped she'd find him in one of those. She visited two bars and much to her dismay he hadn't been there. However at the third bar, she didn't find him but she found a clue.

"That man? Yeah he was here a few hours ago, got into fight with another guy. Beat him to a pulp so had to kick him out." The bartender said while cleaning the countertop.

"Any idea where he went?" She asked with hope.

"There's another bar ten minutes from here, you can check there." She tipped the man, thanking him for his help.

"Agent." He called out behind her, she turned to him, "be careful out there, that man's feral." She nodded and left

the place.

She walked in the inside the bar and it was almost empty considering it's pretty early in the day. She noticed a figure sitting at the bar top and immediately recognised him.

"Dean." She called out softly. He turned to look at her but then he turned again focusing on his drink. She said his name again and moved towards him but was stopped by an annoyingly familiar voice.

"Oh Vixen found her Squirrel. Didn't bring Moose along?" The voice spoke in a Scottish accent.

"Fuck off Crowley." She replied glaring at the man in the black suit.

"You wound me, darlin." He sassed. "Dean doesn't wanna go back so why can't you two blithering idiots.... LET HIM GO."

"I'm not fucking around here." She pulled out her gun pointing it at him, she removed the safety. "Let me talk to him. Alone."

"Your guns don't work on me." He replied smugly.

"I wouldn't be so sure." She challenged, knowing she'd carved the devils trap into the bullets. She knew she'd never have the heart to use it on Dean but Crowley is a different matter. The short man rolled his eyes and poofed away. She made her way towards Dean and sat beside him.

"Dean.." she said his name ever so softly just the way she always did. He didn't even turn to look her continuing to pour drink after drink in his glass. "Baby, let's go home." She moved her hand to put on top of his. He raised his brow at the gesture.

"I'm telling you this once. Leave." Dean moved his hand away and looked at her. No trace of a smile on his face, the smile she had come to love.

"No, I won't leave here without you. Come back home." She partially begged. "I don't wanna live without you, Dean. Please come home with me."

He stood up, his laugh resonating through the empty bar. She looked at him, hurt written all across her face. She knew this wasn't her Dean but seeing him act this way didn't hurt any less. She walked right in front of him as he stopped laughing.

"What's funny huh?" Anger bubbled inside her.

"Oh nothing." He shrugged, an evil smile appeared on his face. "You said you wouldn't leave here without me, yeah?" He asked rhetorically circling around her. "And you said you can't live without me either." He paused, dramatically thinking for a second.

"Dean.."

"How about I kill you then, right here, right now." He said stopping in front of her with a blade knife. "It'll be so much fun, for me." Y/n took a deep breath, her gun clutched in her hand tightly. "For you though..." he drawled with a chuckle.

"I don't wanna hurt you Dean." She replied.

"I don't think you can, even if you want to." Dean smirked evilly. "Last chance. Leave."

"I'm not going anywhere." She said. "Not without you."

"I'm gonna have so much fun." Dean scoffed before he grabbed her by the neck, choking her. She tried pushing his hand away but she was having a hard time. She kicked him the stomach making him loosen his grip but not completely let go. He threw the against the bar top, she groaned as fell. Her gun falling from her hand.

"This isn't you Dean." She coughed getting up.

"I told you to leave." Dean threw a punch but she moved out of way and his hand smashed a bottle. She punched him the jaw and he recoiled. He pushed her to ground and straddled her waist. He pinned her arms above her head in one of his hands, immobilising her.  The mark on his arm itched and he brought the knife to her throat. He pressed it and watched as blood trickled down the column of her neck.

"Do it." She said looking at him.

"I'll take my time with it." Dean replied smugly. Her scratched her cheek with the blade. He then moved it down to her collarbone and she screamed in pain. His lips formed into a sinister smile.

Y/n took a deep breath. She wasn't sure if Dean forgot that she mostly fights with her legs or was it his cocky demonic self that made him leave her legs completely unattended. She brought her legs upwards and hooked her them around his waist, catching him off guard and flipping him off her. That seemed to have pissed him off. 

She made a run for her gun but he was able to slash her side before she got her hands on the weapon. She gasped, her right hand touching the wound while she gripped her gun in her left.

"You're pathetic, you know you can't win yet you try so hard." Dean growled closing in on her. "But now I'm bored." He grabbed her left arm and twisted it until a crack was heard. She screamed as the gun fell from her hand. He picked it up and pointed at her head. He pulled the trigger without even blinking.

Y/n blinked as she felt herself being moved from her place. And then she heard a gunshot. Turns out Crowley moved her last minute before Dean fired. She watched Dean wide eyed, unable to process that he was going to kill her. She's alive not because he didn't want to kill her but because Crowley intervened.

"Why did you-" she barely let out but Crowley had disappeared but this time with Dean.

I'm sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind

Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life

Back at the Bunker, Y/n had her arm in a cast, the wound on her side stitched up and bandages all over her. She had taken painkillers for the physical pain but she doesn't know how to sooth her hollow heart.

She laid on Dean's bed and stared at the ceiling, unmoving. A knock resonated at the door and it opened a few seconds later.

"If you're here to tell me I was stupid and reckless. Save it." She said without removing her eyes from the ceiling.

"I know you just wanted him back." Sam replied.

"He's gone, Sam." A tear slipped from her eye. She sat up and looked at the younger Winchester "He wasn't my Dean." Before she knew her body shook and sobs escaped her lips. "Makes me wonder if I dodged the bullet or just lost the love of my life."

Sam sat beside her and wrapped his arm around her as much as he could without hurting her. "After everything that's happened, you still?" Sam trailed off not knowing how to continue.

"I told you Sam he wasn't my Dean. My Dean would rather die than hurt me. Of course I love him." She whispered in his chest. "It hurts to think of what he's become, so much more than these wounds could ever hurt."

"Dean's lucky you chose him. I'm sure he'll agree when he comes back." Sam assured her. "I won't give up on him. He's my brother. I'll bring him back for you. For us." Sam promised and he hoped he could keep that promise.

Part 2

[ltash]

CONSUMED

Your undercover mission with Ghost to catch Makarov went South.

SimonGhostRileyxFemaleReader

There's not exactly a whole lot of time for formalities when you're chasing a known terrorist across an entire city. All the time is taken up with shouting orders over the radio and checking your six as you make your way to the next location.

But the sight of you, something different than what he's used to in this line of work, not to mention how you're certainly a sight for sore eyes, certainly makes him pause for just a little bit; staring across at your distant, brisk form as you pass him by, briskly striding with purpose.

And when you stepped into the grand ballroom, the world seemed to slow. The red silk slip dress clung to your form like a second skin, every movement fluid and deliberate. Diamond earrings shimmered under the golden chandelier light, catching the eyes of more than a few admirers. The unmistakable click of your Louboutins against the marble floor was drowned out by the soft hum of conversation and distant orchestral music.

At the bar, you took your seat with effortless grace, the picture of a Russian elite with secrets worth trading. You could feel Soap's watchful gaze through his scope, ever steady, ever ready.

To anyone else, you were just an elite; a well-to-do woman who certainly didn't mind showing off her status. To the taskforces' eyes, you're a goddamn fox; a veritable vixen, and that dress does nothing to quell the fact.

Soap, in particular, is more than grateful; taking every opportunity to gaze at you through the scope of his sniper. He's not the only one, either, who's paying extra special attention.

In the sea of elites draped in luxury, Ghost stood out, not for his wealth, but for the sheer force of his presence. He wasn't just your bodyguard; he was a guard dog, a predator among prey.

Across the room, your gaze found him. Thick thighs, solid like tree trunks, clad in dark grey cargos that did nothing to hide his powerful build. His black t-shirt stretched over a lean, muscular torso, every ridge of strength evident beneath the fabric. His left arm bore a sleeve of intricate tattoos, inked stories of war and survival, stark against his pale skin.

Skeleton-printed gloves encased his large hands, hands capable of both destruction and protection. And then, there was the mask. The balaclava, crowned with a white skull, rendering his expression unreadable. But his eyes, those sharp, watchful eyes, never left you.

He stood tall at 6'4", a tower of shadow and steel. Unshakable. Dangerous. A force meant to break men apart with his bare hands. And tonight, he was yours.

Soap is a good little spy.

He's good enough to see the attention you're drawing from every other elite in the room; all of them hungry, salivating to have a taste of you in any way, shape, or form. But he's also good enough to see the way Ghost looks at you; not with that same hungry, desperate gaze that the others do, but instead, something much more darker and cold.

Soap isn't exactly worried about you, per se, but he is a little bit concerned.

The haunting melody of Renegade drifted through the ballroom, slowed and reverberating through the air like a ghost of a song.

"Keep your eyes on mine...

And if you want, I'll tell you lies..."

Your gaze lifted, drawn by something unseen, and met his across the room. The world around you faded, the hum of conversation dulling under the weight of his stare.

Ghost didn't move. Didn't waver. His dark eyes, shadowed beneath the white skull of his mask, locked onto yours and held, unrelenting, unwavering.

It was a silent command. A challenge. A promise.

And you weren't looking away.

Every pair of eyes was on you, on your tight, hourglass figure and your sensual, sultry gaze behind those dark lashes. But those were cheap thrills; nothing compared to the way Ghost's gaze glued onto your form; intense, unflickering and downright predatory as it locked onto your gaze. And when it did, there was no breaking it. He was like a predator that managed to catch its prey with only its gaze.

"Tell you I'm yours for life..."

Ghost moved, slow and deliberate, his strides purposeful as he paced across the room, never once breaking eye contact.

"Oh, should've listened to them, don't you know what I am..."

The words seeped into the air, weaving into the tension that crackled between you. And in that moment, it felt as if he was speaking to you, not with words, but through the unyielding weight of his stare.

His eyes, dark, intense, held a question, a warning, an unspoken truth.

He wasn't just your protector. He wasn't just a man standing in the shadows for you. He was something far more dangerous, something you should have been wary of.

But you weren't afraid.

And neither was he.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry, and tore your gaze away, unable to hold it any longer.

Even though he was your teammate, even though this was just another mission and he was merely posing as your bodyguard, you couldn't ignore the pull, the undeniable, magnetic force that seemed to tether you to him.

It was reckless. Dangerous. A distraction you couldn't afford.

And yet, with every passing second, every lingering glance, it became harder to fight.

Soap was still watching you through the scope. He wasn't exactly worried about you, not entirely, anyway. But he had his concerns. Namely: that every damn elite in this place appeared to be eyeing you like a goddamn meat market, sizing up each and every curve of your body and salivating to have a taste of it. Soap's finger itched on the trigger of his gun; wanting to pick some of them off for their damn audacity.

Ghost's job was to cover you, to be your shield in case things went south with Makarov. Even though you could hold your own, you weren't just some undercover agent, you were Spetsnaz, trained to survive in the deadliest situations, the weight of what you were about to do still pressed down on you.

You were about to lie to him.

Makarov. The man whose very name sent a ripple of fear through even the most hardened killers. A man who thrived on chaos, who could read deceit like it was second nature.

It was overwhelming, to say the least.

You exhaled slowly, steadying yourself. The mission had to come first. No fear. No hesitation. And yet, as your eyes flickered back to Ghost, standing tall and immovable in the crowd, a silent guardian in the dark, somehow, that pull toward him only grew stronger.

It was part of the reason why they'd paired you with Ghost. Not because they thought you were incapable, but mainly because they knew that Ghost had an unnerving presence to him; one that would put the other elites on edge and keep the attention off. Though, from the way Soap was watching, from the way his focus kept shifting to the men that kept leering in your general direction, you were certainly getting more attention than they had originally expected.

Minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. The weight of anticipation settled deep in your chest, tightening with every passing second.

The wait for Makarov was suffocating enough, but it was Ghost's gaze that truly unraveled you.

You could feel it, steady and unyielding, burning through the crowded ballroom like a silent tether pulling you in. He hadn't moved, hadn't spoken, but the intensity in his stare was enough to make your pulse quicken.

The mission demanded your focus, yet all you could think about was him.

Soap had his scope trained directly on you, taking every opportunity he could to admire your figure in that damn dress. He wasn't entirely bothered by how other elites kept staring at you; knowing that Ghost was with you, keeping everything under control. Though, he did wonder what it was that Ghost was up to; seeing how the balaclava-clad man was staring, unblinking, at you.

The low growl of engines filled the night as a fleet of sleek black Range Rovers rolled up to the grand entrance, their tinted windows gleaming under the golden lights. A hush fell over the crowd, the unspoken weight of power and danger settling in the air.

Then, the doors opened.

Vladimir Makarov stepped out first, his presence commanding, calculated. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he exuded the kind of quiet menace that needed no theatrics. His sharp eyes swept the room, assessing, calculating. Behind him, a small entourage of armed men followed, their movements crisp, their expressions unreadable.

The air thickened with tension.

You inhaled slowly, steadying yourself. This was it.

From across the room, Ghost didn't move, but you knew his hand was already hovering near his weapon, ready.

Soap tensed up the moment that Makarov exited his car; attention immediately shifting and watching him intently as he made his way inside the gala. But it wasn't just him; it was almost like the entire crowd seemed to simultaneously tense up the moment he entered; watching him with an almost bated breath that could've made the gala completely silent, if not for the quiet whisper of the crowd.

"Eyes on the target, Ghost." You whispered into your radio, keeping your tone smooth, composed.

"Gotcha," Ghost's voice crackled back, low and steady. No hesitation. Always watching.

Before you could dwell on it, a presence loomed closer.

"Privet!" Makarov greeted, his voice thick with false warmth. The moment his lips brushed your cheek in a mock display of civility, a chill ran down your spine.

You forced a small smile, playing the part, even as your instincts screamed at you to pull away.

Makarov straightened, unbuttoning his coat before sinking onto the plush leather couch in front of you. His sharp eyes studied you, piercing and calculating, like a predator sizing up its prey.

You crossed your legs elegantly, masking the tension in your muscles, keeping your expression unreadable.

The game had begun.

Makarov smirked as he leaned back, his coat slipping from his shoulders.

"Ты выглядишь напряжённой, моя дорогая." (You look tense, my dear.)

You forced a small smile, keeping your posture relaxed. "It's been a long day, Vladimir."

"Ах, но сегодня только начинается." (Ah, but today is just beginning.) He reached for the glass of vodka on the table, taking a slow sip before setting it down. "I assume you already know why we're here, да?"

"I have an idea," you replied, tilting your head. "But I want to hear it from you."

Makarov chuckled. "Always so cautious. That's why I like you." He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement. "The Gora Dam... The airport... These are merely the beginning. I want to send a message-a reminder to the world that no one is untouchable."

"Ты хочешь вызвать хаос." (You want to cause chaos.)

His lips curled into a wicked grin. "Chaos is necessary. Without it, people grow complacent. Weak. They need fear to remind them of their place." He tapped his temple. "It is a lesson history has taught us time and time again."

In your ear, Soap's voice crackled softly.

"Bloody hell, lass. He's really goin' off, ain't he?"

You ignored Soap and kept your gaze locked on Makarov. "And how does drowning thousands in a flood prove your point?"

"Because it will not just be a flood," he said smoothly. "It will be a cleansing. The dam collapses, the waters consume everything. And in the chaos, we strike the airport. Mass panic, mass casualties. The world will watch in horror as their leaders do nothing." He tilted his head. "And then they will see who truly holds the power."

Ghost's voice came through the radio, low and tense.

"We've heard enough. Keep him talking just a little longer."

You took a slow breath. "And what happens after? You expect people to follow you after this massacre?"

Makarov laughed softly. "People always follow the strongest, моя дорогая (my dear). When they see their governments crumble, they will turn to the ones who showed them the truth."

You glanced at his coat, spotting the pistol tucked inside. Your fingers twitched, but you kept still.

"We've got everything," Soap muttered. "On your mark, Ghost."

Makarov leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Скажи мне, ты со мной?" (Tell me, are you with me?)

You smiled, shifting slightly in your seat. "Of course, Vladimir."

And then you heard Ghost's quiet command.

"Now."

Soap's finger was on the trigger; ready to take his shot. He had a clear-cut view of Makarov, sitting there smug as if he'd already won. But Soap waited, taking steady breaths and watching intently as you continued to speak with him. The only problem with the fact was how closely Makarov was leaning towards you; making a clean shot more difficult, especially with you so goddamn close. Ghost's breath was just as steady as Soap's, gaze unblinking as he kept his watch.

Makarov's sharp gaze flickered downward, and in that split second, you knew.

His smirk faltered. His eyes locked onto the tiny mic clipped discreetly to your collar, barely visible against the dark fabric. The amusement in his expression drained, replaced by something far colder.

"Ты думаешь, я идиот?" (You think I'm an idiot?) His voice was quiet, dangerous.

You barely had time to react before his hand shot out, fingers closing around your throat in a crushing grip. Your breath hitched as he yanked you toward him, his other hand reaching into his coat? pulling out his pistol in one swift motion.

"Ghost!" Your voice choked off as the muzzle pressed against your temple.

Ghost was already moving. His gun was raised, aimed dead at Makarov's head.

"Let her go," he ordered, voice like steel.

Makarov only laughed, tightening his grip on your neck. "Ты подвела меня, моя дорогая." (You betrayed me, my dear.) His finger hovered over the trigger. "Жаль." (A shame.)

You didn't hesitate. You struck, hard. A sharp jab to his wrist, forcing the gun upward just as it fired. The shot went wide, shattering a chandelier above you. You twisted against his grip, ignoring the burning in your throat.

Ghost's gun roared, but Makarov was already moving, ducking behind cover as his men stormed the room.

And then the gunfire truly began.

Chaos erupted as the first gunshot rang out, followed by dozens more that filled the air. The calm and quiet gala turned into a bloodbath in an instant; blood and broken glass flying through the air, people screaming and shouting in panic. Soap's eyes widened as they watched the scene unfold, seeing Makarov's men pull out their guns and begin to return fire.

"Bloody hell..." Soap cursed under his breath, taking cover behind a nearby pillar. "Lass is in trouble."

Makarov's grip was like a vice, his fingers digging into your throat as he snarled in Russian, "Ты предательница!" (You're a traitor!) His gun pressed against your temple, the cold metal burning against your skin.

Ghost was already moving, his pistol drawn in a heartbeat. "Drop it, Makarov." His voice was low, deadly.

But Makarov only smirked, his eyes gleaming with something close to amusement. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You didn't hesitate. Your training kicked in-one sharp twist of your body, a well-placed strike to his wrist. The gun wavered. You elbowed him hard in the ribs, making him grunt. That was all you needed.

You dropped low just as Ghost fired. The bullet whizzed past you, grazing Makarov's coat. His men reacted instantly, opening fire. Bullets tore through the room, shattering glass and splintering wood.

Soap cursed in your ear. "Fuck! No shot!"

Before you could even register the movement, Ghost was on you, his arm wrapping around your waist. It wasn't just a grab-it was precise, calculated. He pulled you into him, twisting you both in a fluid motion that felt almost like a dance. Bullets zipped past, some so close you could feel the heat of them. His body shielded yours completely as he fired back, sharp, controlled bursts.

Makarov didn't stay to fight. "Идём!" (Let's go!) he barked, already moving. His men covered him as he slipped out, vanishing like a ghost into the chaos.

Ghost's grip on you was ironclad as he pulled you into cover behind an overturned couch. "You good?"

You nodded, your breath ragged. "Yeah."

Soap's voice came through, frustrated. "Bastard slipped away again. Bloody hell."

The gunfire faded into the background, drowned out by the pounding of your own heartbeat.

Ghost was above you, his body shielding yours, his arms braced on either side of your head. His weight wasn't crushing, just enough to keep you anchored, protected. Your hands were still on his back, clutching the fabric of his gear like a lifeline.

You could feel his breath, hot, uneven, against your forehead. Your own chest rose and fell in sync with his, both of you reeling from the chaos.

Slowly, you peeled yourself away from the safe haven of his chest, your fingers still gripping his vest as you looked up.

His eyes found yours.

Dark, intense, searching. He wasn't just checking if you were hurt, he was making sure you were here, with him.

You swallowed hard, your breath still ragged. "Ghost-"

"You're okay," he murmured, voice low and rough. It was more of a reassurance to himself than to you.

Your throat burned from Makarov's grip, your body ached from the impact of hitting the ground, but none of that mattered. Not right now.

Right now, it was just you and him.

You nodded slightly, still caught in his gaze. "Yeah. Thanks to you."

His jaw tightened. "He got too close."

Your fingers curled against his vest, a silent acknowledgment of just how close it had been.

Soap's voice crackled through the radio, breaking the tense silence. "Ghost, sitrep."

Ghost's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he responded. "Status green. Target escaped."

There was a beat of silence on the other end before Soap spoke again, voice gruffer than usual. "You both okay?"

Ghost's eyes flickered back to me, a quick once-over, assessing the bruises that were likely already beginning to form on my neck. "We're fine," he replied, his gaze not wavering from mine.

The mission had been a disaster. Makarov had slipped through your fingers once again, and the weight of it pressed down on everyone. After the chaos, Laswell arranged for you all to lay low in Berlin, a quiet, upscale hotel tucked away from prying eyes.

The halls were dimly lit, the soft hum of the city outside barely seeping through the thick windows. The Task Force had taken up an entire floor, each of you assigned a room for the night. It was meant to be a moment of respite, a chance to regroup before the next move. But none of you were at ease.

You had showered, hoping the scalding water would wash away the tension clinging to your skin. It didn't. Wrapped in a towel, you stepped out onto the plush carpet, glancing toward the window. The Berlin skyline stretched before you, distant lights flickering against the darkened sky. Somewhere out there, Makarov was still moving, still planning his next step.

You pulled on a loose shirt and a pair of shorts, running a hand through your damp hair. Sleep felt impossible. Your mind kept replaying everything-how close you had been, the weight of Makarov's hand around your throat, the frustration in Ghost's voice.

And Ghost-

He had been quiet after the mission, more so than usual. His presence had been impossible to ignore, though. Even in the debriefing, his gaze had lingered, watching you with something unreadable beneath that mask.

You sighed, sinking onto the edge of the bed. Maybe you were imagining things. Maybe it was just the adrenaline, the way near-death experiences blurred the lines between everything.

Then came the knock at the door.

Soft but firm.

You turned toward it, pulse skipping. For a moment, you hesitated. No one on the team would come unless it was important.

You exhaled slowly, crossing the room. Your fingers curled around the handle, and you pulled the door open.

Ghost stood there, his presence filling the doorway. He hadn't changed out of his gear, his balaclava still in place, but he had ditched the heavy tactical vest. He looked, less like a soldier, more like a man standing on the edge of something.

His eyes flickered over you, taking in your casual attire, the damp strands of hair curling at your shoulders. Something dark passed through his gaze.

You swallowed. "Couldn't sleep?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped forward, forcing you to move back as he shut the door behind him.

And then, in a voice lower than usual, he said, "I wasn't here to talk."

"He got away because of you," he finally said, his tone sharper now.

You stiffened. "Excuse me?"

Ghost exhaled harshly, stepping back just enough to pace. "We had him, and then you hesitated. If you'd kept him talking a second longer, we could've ended this."

Anger flared inside you. "I was buying us time.."

"You let him see your damn mic!" His voice was low, dangerous, but controlled. "That mistake cost us."

His words hung in the air like a suffocating shroud. They stung, but he was right. I had made a mistake-a small one, perhaps, but in this world, mistakes got you killed. I felt a pang of guilt, of shame, but I refused to let it show.

"And what about you?" I shot back, my own temper flaring. "You could've taken the shot instead of standing there like a statue."

Ghost froze, his shoulders tensing. His gaze flicked back to me, the intensity in his eyes flaring.

"That shot wasn't clear," he gritted out. "Too many people around."

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "Since when are you afraid of collateral damage?"

His jaw clenched, tension rolling off him in waves. He was fighting something, control, emotion... I couldn't tell.

"This isn't about that," he growled. "If I'd taken that shot, and people got hurt, "

"People were already getting hurt," I snapped. "We had our chance and you just stood there."

He moved suddenly, closing the distance between us in two strides. His hand shot out, fist pounding against the desk beside my hip. I felt the impact, the wood trembling beneath his touch.

His face was close now, his breath hot against my cheek. "You don't understand how it works," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't understand what it takes, the risks it takes, to bring down a man like Makarov."

The sound that left your lips was a mixture of a gasp and a wheeze, an audible pulse of raw sensuality.

Ghost's gaze hardened, his breathing deepening as he pushed you back against the desk, crowding into your space. He was suddenly everywhere, the heat of his body, the smell of him, the sound of his voice as it dropped an octave lower.

His hand found the edge of your shirt, his thumb tracing a line along the bare skin of your hip. It was a possessive, intimate gesture, his touch sparking a low burn in your belly.

The sound that left your lips was a breathless whisper, a shuddering plea.

"Ghost..." The name trembled on your tongue.

His hand slid beneath your shirt, palm pressing flat against your stomach. His touch was rough, calloused, yet it sent a shiver through you, igniting every nerve under your skin.

"Don't you get it?" he murmured, voice thick with suppressed emotion. "You don't know this world. You don't know the risks. You don't-"

His words faltered as his fingers traced higher, brushing the edge of your bra. His eyes darkened, his touch turning possessive.

Your back arched instinctively, body melting beneath his hands like putty. Any protest died on your lips the moment he leaned in, his body pressing against yours. Logic blurred, lost to the heat coursing through you. His touch was both demanding and reverent, his hand trailing up your torso, thumb skimming the underside of your breast.

"This isn't..." you tried, already breathless.

He didn't let you finish. "Shut up."

His lips found your neck, teeth grazing, biting down just enough to make you gasp. His hand cupped your breast, firm, claiming.

"I should be angry with you," he muttered against your skin. "Shouldn't touch you. Shouldn't want this."

Thoughts scattered, incoherent beneath his touch. Every inch of you burned for him, hypersensitive to the way his hard body pressed against yours. The room was silent except for your ragged breaths, the rustle of fabric.

Then, he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his fingers tilting your chin up.

Your hands found his jaw as you leaned in, lips barely a breath away. "I need you. I want you. I don't know why, don't know how, but I've never desired anyone like this, never wanted anyone the way I want you, Simon," you whispered.

His eyes burned with something deep, unrelenting. The silence that followed was thick, charged.

And then he moved, swift, decisive.

His hands gripped your hips, lifting you onto the desk. Your legs parted, framing him as he stepped closer. His head dipped, lips tracing a path down your neck, your collarbone, moving lower, relentless in his intent.

You surrendered to him. Let him worship you.

Clothes fell away, discarded like an afterthought. He left you bare in his arms, the need between you both desperate, consuming.

His touch was a storm, demanding, possessive. Every movement left you breathless, aching for more. He stripped you down, exposed you, left you vulnerable in a way you'd never been before. And you didn't care. You wanted this. You wanted him.

His hands were everywhere, exploring, claiming. Rough, yet careful, like he was holding something precious. Each touch, each caress, seared into your skin, branding you his.

The night stretched on, filled with whispered promises, mingled breaths, shared heat. The need to have each other was insatiable, undeniable. He became you, and you became him. You became one.

And you were lost, so lost in him, in the way he consumed you. The only name left on your lips was his.

Simon.

You fell into the abyss of ecstasy, shattered beneath his touch. But he caught you, every time. He gathered the broken pieces of you, putting them back together.

And in the end, you weren't just his. He was yours, too.

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 III

What would it be like to sext/send nudes to the Ghouls and Papa Copia? 

Prompt by the magnanimous @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

Count on this man to ruin the mood, not by his own accord (although he does get flustered)

It’s because of him misspelling things/not knowing how to work a phone

It barely matters though when you’ve got him hot and bothered and you know he’ll be thinking of you all day

You sent him a photo of your juicy thighs, pressed together from your seated position. Your garter belt just barely peeking out from underneath your short skirt. 

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙳𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶

Ducking, my heart?

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜

I’m fucking crying 😂

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎?

(You can practically hear him cursing in Italian, getting mad at the stupid phone.)

I’ll come by later to teach you how to fix autocorrect

𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

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Swiss:

If you send Swiss a nude just know he’s smiling devilishly

Tries to lick his phone/bite his phone

Just feral things

Wishes he could climb inside his phone and kiss the pixels of your body

He immediately goes wherever he can and strips down to send you an equally racy reply 

You almost drop your phone at his response. There’s Swiss in all his naked glory, standing proudly in a mirror. Fuuuuck.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸’𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝

You didn’t give me any warning! Someone could have been looking over my shoulder!

If they were I’m sure they would also like what they saw

You’re incorrigible

Idk what that means  But I’ll take it as a compliment 😏

🙄 ... What are you doing right now? I need to see you

I’m getting ready for a ritual now but if we make it fast…

Say less 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️

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Phantom:

His reaction to receiving a nude from you is best described in two words: 

Cartoon character

His eyes are bugging out and his heart is beating out of his chest

He practically drops his phone upon seeing the explicit photo you sent

I think I'm having a heart attack

Surprise 😽 did you like it?

When he doesn't reply, you actually get a little anxious (like, did he actually die?), but then it sounds like someone slams into your door and you about jump out of your skin.

You wrap your silk robe around yourself, barely getting it tied to answer the rabid banging at the door.

“Phantom! You’re all sweaty! Wait, did you run here?”

“Couldn’t. Stop.” He wheezes, “Had. To. See. You.” He collapses in a heap on the floor.

“Well you didn’t have to sprint here!”

He is still panting minutes later before he composes himself and grins up at you wickedly, “And you, vixen, didn’t have to send me photos of you naked, but here we are.” 

You've got a long night ahead of you.

-

Sodo/Dewdrop:

You didn’t think much of the picture you took

It was provocative, sure, but not explicit

Dewdrop thinks differently though

He’s a sucker for a tease

Boy is off his leash going feral 

Got any more? 🔥

You want more?

Fuck, yes

You send him another picture, this one showing more of your soft skin than the last.

Fuck me

When and where?

All day and I don't care

Bet

He pings your location, he’s on his way.

-

Rain:

You send him a text and a photo of yourself to accompany it

Rain’s phone is a lil slow though, so he only sees your text first

It’s not his fault

But it is his fault that he refuses to upgrade his phone...

I need your help, I fell out of my clothes 😏

Your phone screen lights up. Rain is calling.

You answer in a sensual voice, “Rain? Like what you s-?”

He interrupts you immediately, “You fell?!? Are you okay?!”

“Wait, what?”

He yells again, “Your text!!”

“Oh,” You pause, looking down at your message, “The photo I sent, did you get that?”

“Why would you send me a photo if you fell?”

An exasperated sigh escapes you, “Just wait.”

His phone pings, the picture message coming through finally. He sees a sultry photo of you, bare, in front of the mirror in your bedroom.

“Rain? Are you there?”

He spoke again after a moment, his voice about an octave lower, “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

-

Mountain:

He does not text

Like, barely at all if he can help it

If you want to discover his weakness though, just send him a suggestive photo

This ghoul will wax poetic about your body all night long

Unless he's tired of course

Hi you

Hi I’m so sleepy

I’ve got something that will keep you awake if you want

Oh?

You send him a suggestive photo of you in bed, the sheet pulled up just barely covering your body and showing plenty of skin.

Fucking hell

Yeah? What would you want to do if you were here?

…

The chat bubbles sit there for about ten minutes before you get antsy.

Mountain?

You send him a meme from SpongeBob: “One Eternity Later”. Still no reply.

I stg if you fell asleep…

The next morning you wake up to a text from him apologizing for falling asleep. A second message says that he isn’t going to tell you what he would do to you, that he’d rather show you instead.

-

Cirrus:

You didn’t give her any warning, you were just feeling yourself so you sent a little slightly nude photo

Cirrus doesn’t have her phone on her though, it’s in her bag

The kicker? She and Cumulus have the same phone, down to identical phone cases which were gifts from Aurora 

Better not open your phone in public while waiting for her to reply

She will always have to one-up you

Cirrus’ phone buzzes, but she ignores it.

Cumulus holds it up because she thinks it's hers and reads the lock screen, “Cir - your ‘Midnight Snack’ sent you a photo message.”

“Could you open it and see what’s up?”

“Sure.” Cumulus pauses, clearing her throat, “Get over here, you’ll want to see this.”

“What could it possibly be -” Her eyes widened into saucers. "That little -"

"Are you going to reply?"

"Yes," Cirrus says confidently, "and you're going to take a photo of me to send back."

There is one thing for certain: her "Midnight Snack" is getting a treat tonight.

-

Cumulus:

She carries her phone around of photo opportunities and to spam the group chat with memes only

You can send her a naughty pic if you want

But it’ll take hours for her reply

She will make the wait well worth your while

You send Cumulus about 20 or so texts before she finally replies to you.

She doesn't read anything, just sees the picture.

Look at you

It's about time!

You look good enough to eat

The moment is over, been over for hours Unless...

You're in luck, little temptress, because we're in different time zones So the moment is just starting for me

You play along, especially when she sends you a photo to up the stakes that has you falling to your knees.

-

Aurora/Sunshine:

Solely communicates via Snapchat, so it’s easy to get a little spicy

She doesn’t get what you’re trying to do though, at first

Once she catches on, all bets are off

What are you doing right now? 

The photo you send is slightly on the sultry side, your hair looking mussed, and your top undone a few buttons.

She sent you a picture back of her wide grin with the line: 

Just shopping! I wanted to get some ribbons for my mic stand 😁

Well what are you wearing?

Her next picture is from someone else’s POV of her body, she’s standing in a cutesy way in corduroy overalls with her arms crossed. 

Idk what this human outfit is called It combines pants and a top and I love it!

You smile at your phone, she’s so fucking adorable. You reply with a chat:

It’s called a jumpsuit, my sweet ❤️

Yes, that’s it! Cumulus says your first message was “sexting”?? 

Your face turns red and she sends another chat message in rapid succession.

I’ll be there after I check out! Don’t unbutton any more of that top! 🍽️

-

They're all truly living rent free in my brain rn

[perictione00]

She's a Man-eater

Chapter 2

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x reader

Warnings: MDNI, sub! gojo satoru, dom! reader, smut, age difference(7-years, reader is older), unprotected sex, use of sex toys and blindfold, mentions of humiliation kink, degradation kink, masochism, use of curse words, stalking, yandere themes.

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

"It's your support that I lack. You can either support me or hand over authority to openly biased men who will side with the most powerful, and we both know where the power lies. Unlike them, I'll at least maintain the much-needed balance between the clans. I already have Gojo boy under control if that's what you're worried about."

Special grade was the pinnacle you could never reach. Not because you were incapable, but because you were a woman. The hollow men who ran this world were insecure. They could never stomach the sight of what they considered inferior on a crown that they created. You knew you could never be crowned, but you could be the institution that decides who sits on it. You could do it. If not for yourself, then for the ones who come after you. And so you did, making Yuki Tsukumo the only woman to become a special grade. She was young, ambitious, and had potential. She deserved it. But a small victory could never satisfy you. You desired to rule.

"You are such a marvel, my dear," Naobito smiled softly, eyeing your cleavage.

"You don't have to ask me for my support." He has had his eyes on you for quite some time, but not with the best intentions, he has to admit. He was enticed by your ways. Your ability to get what you want. And although he had tamed sluts all his life, you were the only woman who could tame him with just words.

"I'm glad to know we are on the same page... Naobito-sama." You moved closer to him and whispered, "Now, I can make all of your wishes come true." With that, you took off, knowing well your job here was done, leaving him with a hard-on.

His only wish was to get a taste of you before he died. "Relieve me." He ordered one of the maids to suck him off as he imagined your scarlet lips around his cock, teasing and licking him. Oh, you were a vixen, and you had him on his knees.

"Never seen you in this part of town before. What brings you here?" Cocky as always. He sat back with a smirk, like a king, while delusional sheep worshipped the ground he walked on. You neither understood his resolve nor did you have the leisure to question it. If his beliefs could invest in your interests, you'd wholeheartedly ignore their demerits. He was an impressionable young man of tender age. It wouldn't be hard to have him on your side.

"You, Suguru. I'm here for you." You offered him your hand, and like the gentleman he is, he was about to kiss it, but like the tease you are, you pulled away and sat across from him.

"Everyone out." You wondered how fulfilling it must be to have so many people at his disposal. Within seconds, you were left alone with him. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" He questioned her with a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes.

"I see you've made quite a community for yourself here. Looking at the security and location, money must not be a problem." The hall was huge, well-furnished, and air-conditioned. To afford such a place isn't easy unless you're high up in the food chain. And Geto Suguru had multiple base centers for his cult, which meant he had leashes around rich non-sorcerers.

"Wasn't enough to keep you from discovering it. I know you have eyes on you everywhere, and you'll be breaking many hearts if this gets out. So tell me, what's your real motivation to come here by yourself?" He said this as he shamelessly inspected each detail of your body. The kimono you were wearing accentuated your curves in the most salacious way possible, and Suguru had a hint of your intentions, but he was a man at last. He wouldn't mind being exploited by you. Your presence ignited the spark of a teenage crush he used to have on you. Maybe it was because of Satoru's continuous longing or ranting about you that stopped him from acting on his feelings, or maybe it was because he knew you were unattainable. However, circumstances have changed now. Perhaps he's ready to be devoured.

"Non-sorcerer politics might seem futile, but it holds the key to controlling the worthless masses as well. I want in." Speaking his language was essential to persuading him.

"So what? You need a few of my corrupt monkeys? Okay, I can spare some. What do I get, though?" You saw this coming from a mile away.

"Whatever you want. Confidential info? Forbidden spells? Clan secrets? Satoru's schedule? I can give you whatever you may want in order to establish the world you dream of."

"I want you by my side." He answered instantly.

You chuckled at his reply. It was funny how men were; they yearned for power, yet they craved a woman's body to experience it. Such two-faced creatures, loyal to nothing but their ambitions. Geto Suguru was a broken man with a fucked-up state of mind. It was obvious that he didn't require much of your help to make his dreams a reality. He needed you to keep his sanity. It is always the strongest men who enjoy letting loose, being humiliated, and being degraded in order to feel something, anything, to fill the void that comes with a purpose. Even after being better than most men, Geto Suguru failed to be immune to this.

"I'll always be by your side." You said standing up. His pupils were blown apart as he observed your form moving towards him. Bending down, you pulled him by his hair and pecked him on the lips. "It will be an honor to aid your cause."

Stealing your panties, he felt like a pervy teen who would jizz at every single one of your actions. He couldn't believe that he had become one of the creeps he used to look down upon. Gojo never knew that he had it in him to be so pathetic. You brought out the worst in him. He would keep tabs on your movements, whatever you do throughout your day, whoever you meet, whoever dares to look your way or come in close proximity to you, their address, their jobs, their families, their sudden disappearance after their meetings with you—he would take care of it all. He's not stalking now, is he? He's doing it for your protection. There's no harm in that. He takes pleasure in it anyway.

Once in a while, however, there would be instances when you would go missing for several hours without a trace. These very occurrences drove him insane. Overthinking about every possible thing you could be doing with someone infuriated him. And to say that he was insecure when it came to you wouldn't be far from the truth. He had fucked a fair share of girls, inflicting the force of his bruised ego on them. They enjoyed it and begged for more, but you never did. Being the epitome of Jujutsu sorcery, he had everything. great power and an even greater amount of money. Whatever was his was automatically yours too. However, it was never enough for you. Times like this, though, when he would be powerless in front of you, were his favorites.

With his eyes blindfolded, hands cuffed to the bed, and a cockring around the base of the cock, you teased his nipples, planting kisses on his chest and soft pecks that lightly jabbed his warm flesh. His breathing was shaky, his lips were quivering, and his cock was painfully hard, throbbing and pulsating with need. Your tickling kisses sent warm tingles down his spine, making him moan loudly. Satoru was intoxicated with the way you made him feel. The way you smelled, the way your sultry eyes looked through him, and the way you knew the power you held over him. Oh, he was down bad for you.

"You're such a bad boy, Satoru. Stealing my panties, even the used ones. Such a filthy pervert." Pressing your breasts into his bare chest, you slowly dragged your hands down, closer to his cock. Stroking his length leisurely to prolong the torment. The wet swishing sound of your hand pumping his cock filled the room.

"Did you enjoy getting off of them, Satoru?"

"Y-yesh."

"Was it as good as the real thing?" You asked, increasing the vibration level.

"Ah-oh... Ooh f-fuck...um"

"I asked you a question, Satoru. Was it as good as the real thing?" His cock was twitching. His raging member looked painful even to you. You were waiting for him to cave in to your teasing touches. He looked so beautiful that you couldn't help but bite your lips.

"No, it... it is nothing c-compared to you."

You peppered soft kisses along his jaw, your breath fanning over his reddened ears all the while pumping his length ferociously. The white tuft of hair at his base contrasted with the angry red tip of his cock, decorated with a splotch of precum. You were so horny right now that you stopped your hand midway and sunk down on his dick instantly. A loud whimper fell past his lips when he felt your warm walls surrounding him.

"Oh my god hah- don't stop, please."

Your pussy was clinging to his fat shaft so tightly that you almost felt guilty for enjoying this. This was exactly what all men equated you to. A whore, a slut, someone only good to be a cum dump. You knew you couldn't let those men get to you, yet sometimes that taunting voice in the back of your head would take over and make you feel so small, just like it took over right now.

You heard a clanking sound, and in the very next moment, Satoru suddenly pulled you into a kiss, making you forget about all the hatred. He took off his blindfold, which was wet from all the tears falling down his cheek. His red, bruised hands from the now-broken handcuffs slipped to your hips, helping him snap his hips against yours. Lewd moans escaped your mouth at the sudden pleasure, the sound spurring him on more to thrust violently into you. Your body jolted with pleasure, fogging your senses as Satoru marveled at your taste, sucking marks on your neck.

But you didn't like to be dominated, so you increased the vibration level to the highest setting, causing a string of grunts to leave Satoru's lips. You squeezed around him, ready to milk his cock dry, as your thighs trembled at the rapid pace he maintained. Groans of your name and squelching sounds filled the room. You both came together as Satoru hugged you. Your pussy oozing and dribbling with his cum.

"Aah, fuck... let me take this off." Satoru said, referring to the cock ring.

"Who said it's over? We just started, naughty boy."

Maybe you'll be what they thought of you. Just this once.

[shirecorn]

Ornaments closing, The struggle! (and how much i appreciate everyone)

I will be making a post about the reindeer ornaments closing this week until they open again for the indiegogo in the summer. I make them in batches, so it won't be feasible to keep individual orders trickling in throughout the year.

If you know you want a set but can't buy one now, let me know and I will make sure I have a set made during the last batch, and I will hang onto it as long as you need me to.

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScqQudyvlzWw73HGWG77pJRYEFQyisOlaEoY9KnE8idXMPE9Q/viewform

If you can buy a set now, please do!

<https://www.etsy.com/listing/1821374250/reindeer-team-ornaments?>

The revenue will help me find a place to live, and prove to landlords that I have an income. There's also cheaper stuff on my shop like stickers and keychains, and custom commissions of your pet.

Check me out!

Once reindeer season is over, I will be getting to my backlog of commissions, including mermaid and MLP requests, so keep a look out for those.

Right now I'm sitting in a library working on the deluxe sets to hopefully mail them. I'm couchsurfing, so my drawing/work station is in a bit of a kerfuffle, to put it mildly.

If you have money but don't want anything back, you can check out my kofi to put some coins in the horse and make it go.

Ko-fi.com/shirecorn

If you have money and want exclusive behind the scenes look at my process, prospects, and secret projects, please join my discord! Having a consistent monthly income will do wonders for my stability, and might help me get housing.

Hopefully tumblr doesn't decide to delete all these looks like it has been doing to recent posts. If you are able to support me monetarily, thank you so much! If not, just give me comments and attention, as those are the real reason I bother posting my stuff anywhere. If I didn't have to worry about food and bills, I would subsist entirely on attention.

I really appreciate every comment and encouragement! I read e v e r y t h i n g and l adore my followers.

Happy new year!

[followthebluebell]

My ragdoll recently went for a bath (parents are really anal about cleanliness so taking the cat for a bath every 4 months was the compromise) and the groomer said that her anal glands were really blocked up and that we should be doing it regularly. That's fine, but we can hardly see the glands with all the fur and the little vixen won't let us hold her for more than 2 minutes (this isn't even for doing care stuff. That's just for funsies). We've tried using the purrito method but she absolutely despises it and nearly clawed at my face, despite having a very tight grip on her.

Do you have any tips for 1) managing the fur around there so at least we can locate the glands and 2) tips for making it less uncomfortable for her?

ok, first absolutely contact a vet to see if her glands ARE blocked up. Anal gland issues generally come with some pretty distinct symptoms that you would notice: butt scooting, a foul odor (it smells like rotten fish), cat licking its behind WAY more than necessary, difficulty pooping, etc, etc.

These glands are located INSIDE the body. They're normally not visible on cats. The most you can typically see is the little openings on the rectum. When everything is working properly, the glands fill up with a thick liquid that's squeezed out when the cat poops.

Impacted glands happen when this fluid isn't squeezed out, like if it gets thickened, an abscess develops, or something similar. Sometimes some very sensitive cats get impacted glands if their food is changed because their poop isn't solid enough to squeeze the glands. So typically, the first solution isn't to jump straight to squeezing the glands (these glands are very small and require sticking your fingers up the cat's butt so... uhh... yeah, you can see why we'd all like to avoid this). Often times, the first measure is to just change the cat's diet.

anyway, that's a lot of words to say 'please contact your vet first and follow their advice'.

[salsasolutions]

uh anyway

Troy used to be a totally popular and handsome human (as said by Troy himself) before he was transported into the world of Pokemon. Now a Scorbunny, he finds himself in a large Pokemon metropolis located underneath a different city, constructed with various discarded materials from above. The city of Reclaim. Troy looks for a way back to his human life, which leads him to bump into Blink!

Blink is a Rowlet who feels he needs to make up for his mistakes of the past, so he works for the Pelipper Postal Service within the city of Reclaim. Delivering packages and helping others however he can. However his bad past seems to catch up to him as he constantly has to avoid the watchful eye of the local guild/gang “The Vixens” and their leader, his old exploration team member, Aeon. Now tasked with delivering an important package, and helping a random Scorbunny who approached him, Blink has to stay cool and keep an eye out for any watchful eyes! Speaking of watchful eyes!

Runt is a small Dedenne who is a part of a local explorer’s guild/ gang “The Street Rats” and has a fascination with various gadgets and machines made from the city above. Shes honed her own abilities to be quite skilled in taking tech apart and build her own contraptions!! But after a scary skirmish in a dungeon on the way back from a “mission” Runt has been banned from The Street Rats, but Runt found a very strange gem in that dungeon, and now looks for someone who can show her what it is, in hopes of using it to make a gadget to get back into The Street Rats. She caught wind of a Rowlet and Scorbunny who know the way to someone who can help her.

Feel free to ask me any questions about these guys!! Im thinking so much about this world and all the characters LOL

[thebestofoneshots]

Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.1 K Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. (Reader discretion is advised). Prompt: Turns out healing takes time This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 22: Long Long way from home

You woke up when you heard the sound of the door creaking open, James and Peter walking inside with a sigh. You nuzzled your head deeper on Sirius. But of course, there was no way you’d escape the boys teasing. 

“You were supposed to take care not advantage of her!” Peter said, faking a reproachful tone. 

“Yeah Pads, look at you snuggling her, poor thing, she must be so uncomfortable!” added James with a small smile. 

“I’m probably the one who’s taking advantage of my situation,” you mumbled, Sirius gave you a bit of an impressed look, but neither of you pulled away from the other. “How’s Rem?” 

“Better,” Peter said as he plopped down on his bed “Pomfrey managed to accommodate all of his bones, he had some Skellegro and a bunch of painkillers, but he was pretty upset.” 

“He kept asking if you were okay,” James said, “We told him you were with Sirius, but he said he saw you, or, at least that he saw the vixen…” 

“He did see Vixen,” Sirius responded, “that’s how I brought her into the castle.” 

“We had to get some dittany to put on my wound since it wouldn’t stop bleeding so we used her as an excuse, a hurt fox is not as attention-grabbing as a bleeding student.” 

“In the infirmary, she wiggled out of my arms and peaked through the curtains, that’s probably where he saw her.”

“Yeah, he did see me,” you acknowledged, and yawned. “Pomfrey was still working with his bones, he looked like he was in a lot of pain, I feel terrible,” you admitted, digging your head into Sirius’ chest, he moved his hand to your hair in response, soothingly running his fingers on your scalp. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” Sirus said about at the same time James did, Peter said the same thing, but started about a second later, causing a funny chorus of reassuring voices. 

“In fact, what you did was insanely brave,” James added, “most people would’ve straight out attacked the wolf, I’m sure you know spells that would’ve done great damage to Moony.” 

“And you used Stupify, and the Whomping Willow, to deter him instead,” Peter said, that same expression he had used when he talked about your broom tricks. 

“We found your wands too,” James said, walking closer to you and letting your wand on the side table, “Remus’ was easier to find, exactly where you had left it, yours wasn’t so much. Peter had to use a locating spell.”

The boy nodded and then turned to you again, “How are you feeling, by the way?” Peter asked.

“Like shit,” you joked. “But I’m better, the shoulder wound hurts like a bitch, and I’m a little sore but I do feel a lot better than last night.” 

Peter, who had spent the last bit of the night next to you, looking at the way bIood dripped from your wound and how you shivered due to the cold water, really was thankful to see you better, all warm and cosy next to Sirius, he smiled. Last night you looked worried and terrified and like you had run for your life, which you really had. Today you finally looked relaxed, the frown, even visible in Vixen, was gone, “That’s good to hear,” he said honestly. 

You were about to say something else when there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” asked James.

“Lily, open up Potter!” She said.  

The boy went pale, trying to think of excuses to give her. “She knows, she helped patch her up,” Sirius told him. James nodded with a sigh and walked to the door, opening it to let the redhead walk inside. 

She had a lot more ingredients on her hands this time around, a bag hung across her shoulder and a small vial with a potion held in between her hands, “I’ve brought a couple of potions, Kless sent one too, when I told him you’d had a bit of a rough night trying to get the flower. I didn’t say anything in specific but he said this would help with any bruises or swelling from falling or muscle exertion.” 

“Lemme help,” James said, taking in some of the ingredients Lily had on her hands, and also took the bag from her shoulder, quickly sitting it on the desk. 

“Brought you clothes too,” she added, “And I told McGonagall you were feeling really bad because of your period, she gave me a note for the rest of the teachers today. I also went back to the infirmary and swiped some bandages, so we can put on your arm and before a long sleeve.” 

“What about her face?” Peter asked, he had seen the bruises, there was no way you could mask those, especially since they all formed the shape of a hand. 

“If the potions don’t fade them away before tomorrow, makeup,” Lily replied. 

“Yeah,  I was thinking of that too, and I’ll just say I accidentally bumped into an owl or something while flying.” 

“Oooh, clever,” James said, you shot him a wink. Sirius wrapped the blanket around you and helped you incorporate while Lily walked closer with the potions. 

“This one’s for the pain,” she said handing you a small vial, “drink half of it, the next half when it comes back.” You nodded and did as told “This is the one Kless sent,” she said handing a bottle with a dropper “He said 5 drops every hour are great for swelling and soreness… and I want to wash you up before putting on the bandages, so we should probably go back to our room soon,” she turned to the boys “James would you mind passing me the bag please?” 

The boy instantly did as told “I found this plaid shirt in your trunk, you can put it on top and maybe with the invisibility cloak or… you could also turn back into a fox I suppose…” 

“Into Vixen,” Peter said.

“What? I don’t care about the technical terms–” Lily asked, a little confused. 

“–No. I mean the fox, her name’s Vixen now.” 

You raised an eyebrow “Is it?” you asked, turning to him. 

“Yeah,” James said with a nod, “you needed a name for your animagus, Vixen fits, both the fox and you, it was perfect.” 

You raised an eyebrow “Should I be offended by that?” you questioned, looking at Lily who shrugged. 

“It does kinda fit,” she said. “I mean you’re stubborn but alluring, and charming–“ 

“–Clever and cunning, too.” Peter added, “We were discussing it all through Defence Against the Dark Arts.” 

“Well… I like it,” Sirius said, leaning in closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to move the bed too much since the potions were still there “My little Vixen,” he whispered in your ear. You pouted in response. 

“But… Vixen?” 

“You’ll come around,” Peter said with a shrug, “It’s always like that with the nicknames, trust me.” 

“It’d be easier to travel to our room as a fox, wouldn’t it?” You asked. 

“If turning does not make you uncomfortable, yeah…” Lily replied.

You shook your head “I missed it actually, It’d been a while since I turned into… Vixen.” 

“Is that why you kept asking about the forest?” Sirius asked.

You nodded “Way before the Moonflower? Yeah,” you responded and leaned your head back onto Sirius’ shoulder, he was still hugging you, and even though it was a little painful where Barty had dug his fingers to hold you while you fought off him, Sirius’ embrace was soothing, and comforting. Sirius was soothing and comforting, and you felt bad again, knowing that Remus was completely alone at the infirmary. You turned to him “You should go see Remus.” 

He frowned “But Lily still has Care of Magical Creatures, she’ll leave you alone in your room–”

“It’s ok,” you interrupted, reassuringly. “You should go see him, he’s your best friend. Heck, I want to go too but I’m aware I can’t.” 

“And I’ll stay with her,” Lily added with a sure nod. 

“You’ll ditch your class?” Asked James, incredulous. 

“It wouldn’t be the first time, besides, I will be taking care of a Magical Creature anyway,” she said pointing at you. You gasped, and Peter snickered at her joke, “Let’s go before more people come up to the common room,” she told you. 

You nodded and motioned to get up, but Sirius squeezed you just a little tighter and leaned in to give you a soft kiss on the cheek “You sure you’re okay with this, Starshine?” he whispered in your ear. 

You nodded, Remus was probably feeling a lot worse than you were anyway, heck, he had needed urgent medical attention and Skellegro because of you, he definitely deserved to see his friends a lot more than you did, and you knew how close he was to Sirius. “Stay with him for a while, make him laugh like you do all the time. Tell him I’m fine. That I’m not hurt. Tell him we’ll be alright,” you added in the end “Tell him I’ll go visit as soon as I don’t look like a zombie… Wait, no! Don’t say that, he’ll probably worry.” 

Sirius chuckled lightly, “He would.” 

“All right then, I’ll see you around I guess,” you said, before you shrunk back into Vixen. Once you had, you realised just how much better you felt already, the drastic change from the way you felt the previous night and in that moment almost shocking. 

Lily approached you tentatively, as if she was scared you’d run off if she got too close. “It’s alright,” Sirius said, “just grab her like you would a cat, she’ll let you.” 

Lily did as told, approaching you and gently pulling you up to her. She was so impossibly gentle that you wondered if you had been picked up by an angel instead. But then again, Lily really was like an angel. “James, do you mind crossing the bag over my shoulder?”

The boy, who had been dumbly staring at the girl, nodded, carefully slinging the bag over the redhead’s shoulder. 

Then you saw a flash and turned your face towards it. Lily seemed a little bothered too, “Sorry, you combine with each other,” Sirius said, holding Remus’ polaroid between his hands. “Smile girls!” he added, before taking another picture. 

Lily shook her head in disapproval “Stop annoying your girlfriend and go visit your friend instead,” she reprimanded. 

“I just wanted a picture of her,” Sirius said with a pout. 

“To wank off to?” Peter teased. 

Lilly gasped while Sirius intervened “She’s literally a fox right now you plonker!”

“All right, we’re out.” Lily said before picking a couple of vials and placing them on the bag, “before these dumbasses start discussing the implications of being furries or something.” 

James gasped, you flicked your tail and stared at Sirius, he knew what you meant, “I’ll go check on him in a minute Starshine, I’ll just change before I do.” You nodded and rested your head on Lily’s arms. 

She finally took off towards your shared room. Mary and Marlene weren’t there, and she walked straight to the bathroom, gently laying you on top of the bathroom seat before turning on the tap and tempering the water. She added some of the potions she had in the bag to the water and then turned to you, you had already turned back. 

“You think you can wash by yourself?” she asked. 

You nodded “Thanks Lily,” you said again, she just smiled. 

“If you need any help, just ask,” she told you, holding onto your hands, and helping you stand, even if you could’ve done it by yourself. “I’ll prepare some more of the dittany and silver essence paste. Make sure to be extra careful in that section, all right?” 

You nodded “Yes doc,” you joked, for what she smacked you playfully. 

“Go on then, you should probably lay back down for a while shortly after we’re done patching you up, especially since you can’t miss your classes tomorrow.” 

You nodded and started taking off the pants Sirius had borrowed, Lily leaving the bathroom shortly after making sure you’d be able to finish stripping by yourself. You finished peeling off the rest of your clothes and slowly let yourself fall on the tub, the warmth quickly soothing your skin and muscles. Whatever Lily had put in there was definitely doing its magic, in the most literal sense. You allowed yourself to be completely engulfed by the water, holding your breath there for about a minute before bursting out again. Definitely better, you thought as you breathed in again. 

You stayed there for a while, carefully rubbing your arms and legs, with the soapy water. You sighed when you spotted some of the bruises in your stomach. Pressing your finger on one of them only to wince. Even if they had only locked you up in an abandoned and haunted house, you would’ve been pissed, but what they did to you required revenge. You had held yourself back long enough, being patient and letting them taunt, ignoring them, hoping they’d get bored, for the sake of your friends, for Lily who’d made you promise not to mess with them. But not anymore, if being patient got you almost kiIIed, you’d retaliate. And boy, they would regret ever messing with you. 

You weren’t sure how you’d do it, but you knew you’d make them regret it. You took a deep breath, trying to relax again, before finally standing up and wrapping yourself up in a towel, slowly patting yourself dry, but completely avoiding the open wound. Finally, you went to the mirror to wash your teeth, and you finally understood why everyone had been so worried about you. You imagined you looked beaten up, but the way Sirius had described you was probably the most accurate: “You look like you’re about to break apart.” 

You stared at your broken reflection for a minute, the remnants of the previous night evidently imprinted all over your body. Even if you had managed to snatch sleep while you were with Sirius earlier, deep and rather sunken under-eye circles painted deep shadows beneath your eyes. Your usually soft lips were dry and chapped, and the section that had parted was already starting to heal, turning into a deep shade of brown. It still hurt when you stretched them.

You tilted your head backwards, moving the wet hair that clung to your neck back and traced your hand over the bruises left by Evan's thoughtless grasp. Each purple spot an echo of his strong fingers holding you still while stupid Barty mocked. Your jaw clenched, the memory alone was enough to rekindle the smouldering rage deep within you. Weak, a nagging little voice in your brain whispered, taunting you with cruel words, you were weak. 

Your breath became ragged as your eyes welled up with angry tears. You contemplated punching the mirror, having it break beneath your fingers, as you shouted your rage off existence. But the mirror wasn’t at fault for the situation you had ended up in, neither had your would-be hurt hand. And whether it was due to cleverness or cowardice, you didn’t dare to do it. Especially since you knew the breaking glass would make too much noise and it would only worry Lily further, instead you gripped the sides of the sink until your knuckles turned white and you managed to calm down, taking deep breaths until your fury finally subdued. 

You went through the potions on the counter, trying to see if the “radiant complexion” one you had made with the girls was still there, and thankfully it was. You smiled drily as you opened it and served some over the spoon you sometimes used to curl your lashes, taking it in one go, and wincing at the slightly bitter taste. You looked in the mirror again, the bruises were still there, but they had been significantly reduced in vibrance, if you also drank all the potions Lily had brought, they might be gone by tomorrow, the part in your lip was still there, but you weren’t hoping for it to disappear that fast either. 

Your eyebags were almost completely gone, and with the magic of the bath still working all over your body you almost looked as new, the potion Lily had given you earlier effectively taking away almost all of the pain. A little bit more rest and potions and you were sure to look brand new by the next day. Well, almost, the claw marks wouldn’t heal nearly that fast, even with magical care, they were sure to stay for a while. No, it’ll stay forever, you remembered: Any bite or scratch obtained from a werewolf, whether in human or animal form, would leave a permanent scar.

You stared at the claw marks on your arm, the deep gush finally turning a darker shade of red, the dittany and silver were helping it heal, so much so you could almost see the way your skin was slowly fighting to restore itself.  You sighed, laughing a little as you shook your head. “It’s certainly going to be an interesting scar.” 

After looking at it for just a little longer, you finished drying yourself up and put on the plaid pyjama pants Lily had left for you on top of the toilet seat. You struggled to put on a black tank top and wrapped the towel around your head.

When you walked outside, Lily was waiting for you sitting on your bed, a tray with a bunch of potions, the dittany and silver paste, and a couple of bandages placed right next to her. She smiled when she saw you walk out “You look much better.” 

You smiled “I’ve got the best doc.” 

Lily shook her head with a smile as she motioned for you to sit beside her, having you sit on the bed and inspecting your wound. “It really does look a lot better,” she said, sounding pleased “I’m going to put ointment again, and bandage it so you can sleep peacefully, all right?” 

You nodded, and she started applying the thick creamy mixture. It was a light green and shiny metallic, you had been in so much pain earlier that you hadn’t even noticed the pretty colour it actually was, a little like Lily’s eyes. 

She was just as kind and careful when she applied it as she’d been when she did it the first time around. And when she was done, she carefully wrapped your arm with the bandage. 

“Thanks, Lily,” you said, for like the fifth time that day, but you didn’t know what else to say. How do you express how much gratitude you felt towards her if not by saying it over and over and over again? 

“You’re welcome luv,” she said with a smile “It really is nothing, now, this is the medicine that you’re going to–“ 

“–I’m a quarter fairy,” you said all of a sudden. 

“What?” she asked, a little confused. 

“Yeah, I’m… I’m a quarter fairy, from my mother’s side.” 

“And you’re telling me be–“ 

“–cause I trust you. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone like you as a friend, you’re incredible and I… I wanted to be honest with you...” 

She quickly understood what you were saying, feeling both compelled and admired by the amount of trust you had given her, which is why she too said something she never expected to say out loud “–I think I’m in love with James Potter.” 

And that, ladies gentlemen, felt like a cold bucket of water thrown right at your face with absolutely no warning. You were certainly not expecting that, or maybe you were, but it was shocking just the same, suddenly you smiled, so wide, and so happy, you completely ignored the stinging pain from your lip injury opening up again, “Lily that’s amazing!” 

She let a rather choked laugh out, “Never thought I’d say that out loud.” 

You shrugged, wincing at the sharp pain from your shoulder wound, but ignoring it either way. “Well that’s how you start, I’m sure you and James will make a wonderful couple.” 

“God no! That’s too fast.” 

“Why waste time? Trust me, I regretted not snogging Sirius sooner!” 

“Ugh shut up!” she said, smiling just as wide as you. “Now it’s time to take your medicine.” 

You gasped, still smiling “Lily Evans, don’t you dare change the subject!” 

She raised her hands in rendition “I’m not!” she responded, “It’s time, look at the clock.” 

Lily was still laughing, the two of you were, your arms falling up and down, as you shook your head and looked at your friend, finally deciding to let her off the hook and grabbing onto the potions, taking one at a time.

“Don’t you dare tell Potter!” She said then, an accusing finger at your face. 

“As if he needed encouragement to go after you,” you responded before taking a long sip at one of the potions and wincing at the burning sensation, “but trust me, you’ll wish you had done it sooner,” you said with a wink before grabbing the bottle with the dropper and pouring five drops down your throat.

“Here, take three sips of this one too,” she said handing you another bottle, “this one’s specifically for bruises, it takes a bit to work but it’s really effective, some people use them for hickeys.”  You raised your eyebrows at her, but she gave you a warning look that you replied with an innocent shrug. 

Eventually, and after a couple more vials, she dropped a small round oval-shaped candy-looking thing on your hand, “What does this one do?” you asked curiously. 

“It’s a lemon sherbet,” she said as if it were obvious. 

You looked at the candy and then back at her, a confused look on your face as you bit your lip ever so slightly “Does it like… help with the pain or soreness or…” 

Lily gave you a confused frown “No? It just helps with the flavour.” 

You looked at the little yellow ball one last time and plopped in your mouth, “Oh… it’s candy!” you said with a smile as a tangy, zesty lemon flavour exploded inside your mouth, both sweet and sour at the same time “It’s good.” 

The redhead gave you a shocked look “You’re telling me you’d never tried a Lemon Sherbet?” 

You shook your head “They’re not a thing back home,” you replied as you relished on the lemony taste of the candy. 

“And here I thought you’d already gotten the entire English experience,” she said, you shrugged in response, holding your breath and lowering your shoulders a lot slower now, clenching your jaw as you let pain subdue. Lily gave you a sympathetic look “You better rest for a bit.” You tilted your head, a reproachful frown forming on your features. “None of that,” she said, shutting you down with a dismissive hand gesture “No puppy eye looks, time to sleep, doctor’s orders.” 

“Fine then,” you said, slowly laying down on the bed, kicking your legs a little to dig them under the soft blanket, ignoring how sore they were, you weren’t sure you had ever run as much as last in your entire life “I’ll rest.” 

Lily smiled, “I’ll shut the curtains before the girls arrive,” she said before going back to sit on her bed and picking up a book from her night table. You smiled and turned back to your ceiling, looking at it for a couple of minutes until you slowly drifted asleep. 

November 24th, 1976

When you woke up again, it was due to hunger. No, not hunger, starvation. You looked at the clock, it was around 5 a.m. You had charms in 2 hours, you looked around, everyone was sleeping soundly on their beds, so you decided to quietly sneak towards the bathroom.

You stared at your reflection again, the potions had worked gracefully, Even if you were still sore, and your arm still ached, the bruises were almost completely gone, your lips looked plump again, even if they were still parted. You grabbed the same potion from yesterday and took another spoonful, the bruises finally disappeared. You looked brand new, even if you didn’t quite feel like it. You took some more of Lily’s painkiller potions and grabbed some cosmetics to make your eyebags less visible. 

You looked at yourself again, “Good as new,” you muttered, taking a deep breath and stepping out of the bathroom, hearing your stomach rumble again. Everyone was still asleep, so you changed into your uniform, grabbing a couple of chocolate bars and stuffing them in your pockets, you’d take them to Remus when you had the chance. 

You walked closer to Lily’s bed, and gently shook her awake. “I’m going to get myself something to eat from the kitchens, see you later at the Great Hall.” 

Lily turned to you a little sleepy “I’ll come with…” she said, attempting to get up, but you stopped her.

“No, it’s your turn to rest. I’ll be alright, I feel a lot better.” 

“Your bandages…” 

“They’re good,” you reassured “We can change them after charms or during lunch.” 

“You sure luv?” 

You nodded with a smile “Yeah, totally, but I really need to eat,” you told her with a smile. 

As you walked out you spotted Prongs sitting in the common room “You look a lot better,” he said as he motioned at you with a nod of his head “How you feeling.” 

“Lils would be an incredible doctor,” you said as you turned around. 

“She’s perfect,” James said with a sigh, you smiled but rolled your eyes either way. “Why are you awake?” 

“Starving, you?” 

“I woke up for a fly and then remembered both you and Sirius are knackered.” 

“You could go by yourself,” you said with a shrug.”

“Yeah, I was going to… but then I remembered we planned to go see Remus before class, I’m waiting for the boys.” 

You nodded, and sat down beside him, taking one of the chocolate bars from your pockets and unwrapping the chocolate. 

James raised one of his eyebrows “What are you doing? Weren’t you starving?” 

You took a bite from the chocolate “Oh I am, but I’m tagging along with you guys instead, I haven’t seen Rem since that night.” 

“You sure you’re not too hungry?” he asked as he watched you devour the chocolate and vanish the wrapping with the swish of your wand. 

“Yeah, totally,” you replied as you pulled another bar from your uniform. James raised one of his eyebrows but didn’t say anything else. Meanwhile, you were already imagining the sausage you’d have for breakfast afterwards. 

Peter came down first “Oh Vixen! You look great!” he said when he saw you, still munching on the second bar of chocolate. 

You blinked a couple of times after hearing the nickname drop so naturally from his lips, “Thanks Wormmy…” you responded, almost tentatively. 

He smiled at that and gave you a thumbs up. Permission, you realised, that was Peter’s way of letting you into the group, whether on purpose or not, you were one of them now. 

Sirius came down next, taking faster strides when he spotted you, when he was right in front of you, he leaned down, levelling his head with yours and placing both hands on the sides of your head to carefully inspect you, he was clearly surprised, “I feel like you were switched at night, other than your lip you look like nothing happened,” he said as he moved your head to the side to try and take a peek at your neck, you groaned in response. 

“Yeah, the soreness’s still there though,” you muttered. “But the potions did an incredible job.” 

Sirius nodded in agreement, “We’re going to see Moony, wanna join in?” 

“That’s why I’m still here,” you replied with a small smile. Sirius looked at you for a second before leaning over just a bit more and pressing his lips to your softly. You smiled, but raised an eyebrow questioningly “What was that for?” 

“Just because,” he replied, mirroring your smile.

“All right love puppies, time to go,” Peter said as he stood up, James mirrored his actions. 

“Love puppies?” you questioned with a gasp as you stood up, using the hand Sirius had offered to do so.

“Well, Vixen and Padfoot are both canines so yeah, you’re love puppies,” he replied, matter of factly. 

James turned around instantly, a raised finger and a playful smile on his face “Spot on!” 

Peter smiled and nodded in return, you and Sirius eyed each other at their interaction, but continued walking behind them. Sirius stood really close to you, so close your hands were brushing with each other as you walked, it was as if after being so close to you while you cuddled him on his bed, he couldn’t get enough of you. And he really couldn’t. 

He had gone to see Moony after you left with Lily, he had stayed with him for a while and they joked and talked for a couple of hours like they always did. And it’s not that he wasn’t worried for Remus, he always got a little queasy when the boy was bedridden, especially since most moons after they became animagus had been a lot easier on his friend. 

But he also knew Remus was strong, he’d seen him get up time and time again after looking like he had snogged a dementor, so pale he downright looked like a vampire instead of a werewolf. But every single time Remus got better in a matter of days, maybe a little sore and snappy after particularly rough moons but he always got better. You on the other hand… Sirius had never seen you as bruised and bIoodied like the previous night. So tired you looked like you might fall apart, so desperate and scared. 

Because you had been scared, he knew, even if you masked it wonderfully, he knew the signs, he had used the same techniques to hide his own emotions in the past, the worst part is that Sirius wasn’t sure if you had been scared for yourself or if you had been scared for Moony instead. Either way, when you turned back into a human, and he saw all the bruises for the first time it took him all the strength he had not to crumble at the sight. 

You had looked pale and tired and he had never quite realised how delicate you actually were before that. Sure, he knew you were soft, softer than the boys, softer than Remus, but the bruises on your face, simply from a hand gripping you too tight, were almost shocking. And it’s not that you were so fragile that he thought you were going to break apart, heck he knew how strong you were, he’d seen you play quidditch, getting up after falls time and time again, but he was shocked how much more fragile you were in comparison to him. 

And it bothered him, no, it irked him, that no matter how much you probably fought the Slytherins they had overpowered you either way. It made him scared for you like he’d never been for anyone in his life, except maybe from Moony, when the incident happened. 

Even if Remus was much stronger, there had been something weird going on in his head last night, he knew, but wasn’t sure what that could’ve been, he was a lot quieter than usual. Sirius asked him about it but the boy said it was because of the Skellegro. Sirius knew he was lying but didn’t press further, instead, he offered to stay the night.

“I can stay, you know? I mean we might not fit in the same bed like we did when we were kids but I could pull a couple of chairs and stay over.” 

“Please no! I won’t be able to sleep with your snoring,” Remus said humorously, it was a total lie, he didn’t care about Sirius’ snoring, but he knew for sure he’d rather stare at the boy sleep than sleep himself.  It was better to kick Sirius away. 

When Sirius returned from talking to Remus, he took a quick shower and threw himself in his bed again, it smelled of you, and he couldn’t help but worry for you again. He wanted to jump off his bed and sneak into your room just to make sure you were better. He could not help but replay in his head how you had almost begged for him to stay with you instead of getting a cloak or something to bring you in. He felt like he had abandoned you, even if it was you the one that left the room with Lily. He couldn’t be with Remus and he couldn’t be with you. Sirius had slept terribly that night. 

You leaned closer to him, wrapping your index and thumb over his pinky finger “You all right Puppy?” you asked him politely. 

That seemed to finally snap Sirius out of his thoughts, he smiled instantly, looking at how much better you looked and nodded “Yeah, fantastic,” he responded, turning his hand and wrapping it around yours, you gave him a reassuring squeeze and he returned it shortly after. 

The four of you entered the infirmary shortly after. Madam Pomfrey was there, and she smiled when she saw you, “Oh! Hi sweetheart, how are those nightmares going? You’re here to see Mr. Lupin, aren’t you? I sort of expected to see you yesterday, I assume you were rather busy.”

“Yeah, uh… I think those nightmares won’t be coming back anymore,” you said with a little smile, Sirius squeezed your hand. “How’s Rem?” 

“A lot better, he should be checking out by tomorrow,” she said with a smile “Poor boy had a really tough time as I was fixing him up,” you winced, Pomfrey assumed it was because you imagined the situation, rather than the real reason: you felt guilty. 

“Can we see him?” Peter asked with a very polite smile. He looked like the kind of kid that would instantly be liked by adults in that very second. 

Pomfrey nodded with a tight smile “I’ll go see if he’s awake,” she said before disappearing to the back of the room in between a couple of curtains. 

“You think he’s feeling better?” you asked, turning to the boys. 

James nodded “I’m sure he’s better. You were with him last night, Pads, how was he?”

Sirius turned his gaze on you “A lot better than you were when you left, so stop worrying.” 

You were about to say something in return when Pomfrey came back with an apologetic expression on her face “I’m sorry kids, but Remus is asleep at the moment. Why don’t you come back later?” 

You let out a disappointed sigh when you heard it but nodded. Finally realising how silly it was to visit Remus so early in the morning, he would be better off sleeping in, you had certainly felt a lot better after sleeping yourself.

“Well then, the great hall it is,” James said, turning to you, which would have offended you had it not been for the rumbling in your belly after he said it. You still felt impossibly hungry. Then James went over and placed his arm over your shoulders, which caused you to yelp since he accidentally brushed your wound. 

James removed his arm in an instant and scurried away from Sirus’ hand, which had gone straight for a slap in the back of his head. 

“You alright sweetie?” Pomfrey asked, concerned. 

You turned to her while you thought of a decent excuse “Yeah, I was just surprised, I guess I’m still a bit sleepy,” you smiled apologetically, “We’re really sorry for making so much noise Madam Pomfrey, we’ll be on our way.” 

She nodded in response and you hurried outside. Once far enough James turned to you with a worried frown “Are you okay? I didn’t ruin all of Lily’s work, did I?”

You wished you could actually get angry at James, but he was so genuinely worried that there was no way you could, so you just shook your head with a sigh “Just be careful, it stung like a bitch.” 

“I’ll buy you any food you want at Hogsmeade on Saturday to make up for it.” 

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow “James you can’t.” 

“What do you mean I can’t?” James said with a frown, looking about ready to argue that he could spend his money however the hell he pleased.

“Saturday’s the 27th,” Peter added. 

James went pale, that was the day of his date with Lily. 

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