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Daryl do your lips (or lwh ocâs mayhaps a Drabble đđ„ș) also get puffy when u cry? Saw the whale today and when my BFF picked me up he thought I put on a lip plumper đ¶
yes i hate it my whole face gets puffy afterwards đ i wanna watch the whale too !! but i hate crying in the cinema cos it literally happens with every single film i watch so perhaps i shouldn't :') i always get teased by my friends for it </3
#but it was worse when i was forced to watch a horror movie#literally screamed#multiple times#LMAO#hid behind my friends arm and he had the audacity to laugh while i cried in fear đ#but yeah i could include this in a lwh drabble !!#maybe like#oc watching a movie w nabi#like nemo or smth#n they both bawl their eyes out#jk comes home n is like??? what happened to my girlies why r u sad??#n theyre screaming yelling at him that nemos mum is gone the babies r gone n nemo is gone n now his dad is all alone#and jungkook is v concerned cos oc & nabi are very serious abt it#darly asks#anon#fic: long way home
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đđ BIG BOOOYS!
â sum. it's cuffinâ seasooon, and now youâve got a reasooon to getâŠstuffed? toji, sukuna, choso, geto, nanami, gojo.
warnings. fem! reader, BIG BOYSSSS like the sza skit song, unprotected, manhandling, dad bods (toji / nanami), size kinks, tf! sukuna, boxer! geto, spīt, full nelson, mating press, dp (sukuna), overstim, dirty talk, praise, marathons, p spanks, hair pulling, breedīng, this got kinda ⊠long LOL sry.
an. will t*mblr let me post thisss âŠ. ÂŻ\_(á”âáŽâ)_/ÂŻ
â© ËË . NANAMI KENTO.
âhoney,â nanami warmly purrs, his body weight hovering right over yours. youâre met with the most softhearted eyes, watching cloudy puffy pants leave his mouth. youâd just rode nanami for countless hours nonstop, and with ruffled blond strands sticking to his face, he looked oh so feral for you. your eyes rover down toward his abdomen - so plump ân round, and you felt yourself throb the more you gawked at the vertical strip of his blond happy trail that ran down his chest. âhah- you want me to . . fold you like a chair? that sounds kind of painful, no?â
âken, âs okay,â you reassure him, a hand sensually rubbing down his cushiony soft-padded abs. nanami was as soft as an oversized teddy bear, and he was always gentle with you during intimacy. you moan, feeling his split reddish tip gently smear a sloppy slope down your sopping entrance before he pauses to let you finish speaking. ây.. you can be a little rough. i can take it.â
nanami combs a hand through his hair before a coy simper tug at both corners of his thin pink lips. âokay, if thatâs what my pretty wife wants- then. .â and you let off a jittery whimper once you feel his big hands start to gingerly shove both of your knees to your chest. his touch was forevermore tender, and nanami hoarsely groans as he watches your limbs gradually extend back. âiâll . . stretch you,â he grumbles, a sandy brow of his furrowing once he starts to align his leaky cockhead once more. youâre throbbing, salivating from the mouth once the pointed crowns of your knees meet against your bare squishy breasts. leaning in, nanamiâs just a few sultry centimeters apart before he sensually licks near your bottom lip. âhold onto me, sweetheart. âs gonna get a bit . . bumpy.â
once youâre laid flat on your back, nanamiâs tubby tummy hovers over your entire frame. murky huffs of air shoot past his lips once he grabs ahold of your wobbly ankles. youâd already had your pretty laced panties shoved to the side, and oh how soaked you were. ânaughty girl,â he huskily grunts, casually starting to rub his wedding ring against your folds. slow. . romantic strokes were all you felt. it lasts for a long few seconds, and heâs just smearing the frigid cold band of the ring around your bawling cunt before he finally gets to the real thing.
nanami grabs ahold of your legsâsoftly shoving them further into your chest. they meet against your bouncy tits and you moan, feeling the plump head of his cock greet your slobbering cunt with wet, slimy kisses of its own. the noises . . they were so damn loud, and you were already throbbing the more he teased you from just his full-sized tip alone. ângh, âken. donât tease me. f.. fuck me,â you whine, another moan leaving from your parted lips the second heâs fully enclosed between your legs. youâre met with his rounded tummy thatâs sooo perfect ân plump, and nanamiâs just inches apart from the button of your nose. time stands still once he finishes aligning his thick cock, unhurriedly inserting himself inside.
oh fuck-
those same two words that ripped out of your whiny larynx repeated past your lips right as he started to ease his way inside. it didnât take him long to quickly bottom outâand you were folded up like a chair. âs- sooo gorgeous for me,â he lowly groans, blond brows crimping together in needy want. your brief tightness that only lasts for a good three seconds makes nanami suck his teeth. so ⊠damn ⊠good, once he bottoms out all the way, you then hear the bubbly resounding âpop!â that alerted you both that he was fit reaaaal nice ân snug. âgod, the things you do to me, sweetheart.â
nanami tended to ramble mid-fuck, just spouting a bunch of nonsense against the shell of your ear. with barred, bare hands, heâs making sure your legs stay at the folded position youâre at. his cockâs just so fat though, and your eyes were almost cartoonishâwidening like saucers at the precise moment he curves his way through that exact pathway of your cunt that makes you squeal. nanamiâs sculptured hips drill into you ferociously, and his body that pounded on top of you after each impactful stroke was just so soft. youâd never get over itâhe was like an actual plushie teddy bear.
sluggish arms of yours wrap around him, filling his entire ear canal with your continuous whimpers before he groans. âkento, fuuuckk- fuck!â youâd moan, feeling the bed frailly dip from both pounds of jerking weight.
pap after pap after pap, nanamiâs stuffing you full with each mouth-watering inch, and your pussy constantly decided to torture you with its dramatic spasms and fluttering. filled to the very hilt, nanamiâs making sure your insides got every single part of him.
heâs groaning, trying his hardest not to crush you with his weight. every few seconds, heâd cup your face with two sweaty palms before slowing down with a timid cunt-drunk grin. whispering out a shaky, âhah- you okay, sweetheart? âm not crushinâ my sweet girl, am i?â heâd lovingly caress a thumb across your face, acting as if he wasnât currently fucking you stupid.
â âm okay,â youâd breathlessly croon out in a sweet throaty tune, almost as if your sweet moans were high notes. nanami was hitting you deep, and with a sloppy pivot of his hips, the angle got even deeper. youâre filling up the four paper-thin walls of the bedroom with your trilling whines, purely engulfed by his loud manly musk. your cuntâs already starting to soak with dewy globs of your juices, even dribbling down your folds and oh itâs cominâ . .
âken, kentooâoooh!â
nanami felt his dick twitch inside of you at your dragged-out moan of his name.. but - it wasnât just a moanâit was a pretty, elongated orgasm that caught you by surprise. his blushing tip was messily kissing your pulsating g-spot, circling all around it while casually feeding your grippy, wet walls. you clung onto him tight with your arms and also your insides. before you knew it though, your high was slowly but surely creepinâ up on you.
âi know- i knowww,â he murmured out of breath, and you could feel him starting to slow down. nanamiâs rickety hips were passionate. they were steady, and as you were creaming down his weighty shaft, he planted a kiss on your temple. âthaaatâs it, let go. âm right here, kentoâs here. iâll clean you right up, sweetheart.â
his words warmed their way into the key of your heart . . slowly traveling between your legs also to make you throb. youâre whimpering the same repeated chant of his name as your arms were now wrapped around his sweat-glossed waist. nanami chuckles into your neck, and he can feel your arms pull his plump body closer. âmhmm, touch my body all you want, honey,â and you moan, feeling him release the grip on your numb legs. nanami brings his wedding ring toward your teary cunt after he pulled out, giving it one more loving rub. â âm all yours,â he kisses near your lips. âalways.â
â© ËË . SUKUNA RYOMEN.
âkeh, you make me laugh, woman,â sukuna grouses, slouching back against his notorious throne as you straddle him. eager ân all, you try to align yourself and he grabs your hips firmly with a smug scoff. âyou can barely handle one, what makes you think you can handle both of me, hm?â
â âkuna, donât tease me,â you huff, and he hums once he sees the frustration marinating across your face. cute, sukuna knew you didnât like being teased but he still enjoyed getting underneath your skin. after all, you were his favorite, and maybe just for tonight . . heâd oblige with your carnal desire to get double stuffed. sukuna folds two of hefty arms behind his broad neck, his other arms occupied by gripping your waist. oh, he looked so priggish. a wolffish grin remains plastered on his lips as he watches you wrap a hand around one of his cocks. they were fuckinâ big, both stacked on top of each other and you moan. âstop lookinâ at me like that.â
sukuna snickers. âheh. my apologies, little one. iâll look away while you struggle, i guess,â and a fang pops underneath his sinister curled lips once your wet entrances start to slowly kiss against his tips. youâre weeping wet, and you moan with your other arm abruptly tossing around his broad shoulders. you felt your heartâs irregular beats pick up whilst youâre perfectly aligned with both of his thick twinned cocks. with a squelching âpop!â the first one starts to delve inside of your cunt, driving its way past the loose ring of your dripping entrance. âfuuuck, atta girl.â sukuna gravelly grunts, his smugness starting to falter just a bit. as heâs bottoming out, his grip on your hips tighten more. your warmth catches him by surpriseâbut once youâre taking in his second cock, he smacks together his lips in awe. pink slit brows of his form together into a vexed arch once he growls.
â âs fuckinâ big,â you moan, slightly turning your head to stare at your grinding perked ass. as a few seconds pass, youâre starting to writhe your ass against his lap. successfully, both fat cocks were filled inside each of your gummy orifices. the concise feeling of tightness makes you mewl, feeling sukunaâs overgrown nails gently dig into the plush flesh of your ass cheek. âgod, so full âkuna, fuuuuck,â you continue to babble, and you already could feel your fluttering tummy starting to giggle with hoards of impatient butterflies. you canât help but part your lips into a cute âoâ, nearly drooling once he spanks your ass â his way of encouraging you to ride him faster.
sukunaâs big, and itâs not even about both of his lengthy dicks anymore. heâs a demon, an unruly one that could probably crush you if he wanted. but no . . he had a soft spot for you, an even more softer spot for your sweet, weak pussy. as he sits back against the creaking throne, you gulp, taking in just how big he is compared to you. bloody, ruddy eyes bore back into you as he started to break a cold sweat. âhng, good,â he groans, and you watch as his head gradually starts to fall back.
oh- youâve got him whipped. once you started up your rocky pace, it was game over.
each towering cock plummets into both of your holes filthy, and the repeated dampened sloshes of your cunt resounded through the walls of his echoey domain. over and over and over. your rhythm starts to get more and more hectic as you progressâand youâre whimpering, continuously feeling one of his swollen tipâs french kiss near your pretty puckering rim. the other oneâs messily making out with your g-spot, rudely thrashing its way against that same pulsating target like it was a dart aiming straight for the bullseye. âo- ohhh, fuck. âkuna, âm not gonna last, ohmygodddd.â
youâre just so fullâŠtoo full- and before you knew it, you could already feeling your legs preparing to violently snap.
mewling out a sweet, exaggerated âoh!â, you end up spraying out a pretty streaming geyser right between your legs. your glossed lips quiver as your awaited high finally comes, whining as you try to continue to swerve your weak hips in gradual arcs. it felt so so good, being plugged full with each of his girthy cocks. fuck, it felt too good that you could almost taste your sudden overwhelming releases on your tastebuds. âfuck, fuuuck,â you whine out in tiny puffs of air, glancing back through fuzzy peripherals to stare back at your ass. honed, sharp fingernails bury into the fat of your bouncy flesh and sukuna snarls at the tasteful friction. â âs good, âkuna, ngh!â
âh- heh,â the curse jibes, but even heâs starting to slow down. as your rhythm starts to finally come to a slowing stop, you sheathe your head near his broad chest. sukuna holds you close, quietly snickering at the size difference. youâa mere human, straddling him. it was almost laughable. âyou humans are so weak . . so fragile,â he huskily groans, leaning in to pierce his fangs into your neck softly. as if marking his territory, sukuna then licks a stripe up your neck. youâre still stuffed to the very brim, and thatâs when he makes you sit up straight. with a disapproving tsk, sukuna crosses all of his arms with a pout like heâs judging you. âcuntâs still too weak though.â
youâre just a babbling mess, the pit of your tummy was in knots as it's still taking in both thickset cursed lengths. from your quavery thighs, itâs a shimmering sap of your precious slick that slithers down between the sprawled crevices of your legs. itâs pretty - and sukuna canât help but swipe a fat thumb down, getting a taste all for himself. âmhm,â he brings his finger up to his wry compressed lips, savoring your fresh flavor on his spiked tongue. youâre still trying to recollect breaths when the demon softly grabs your chin, boring his cold, scarlet eyes right into yours. âopen.â
an overgrown black nail gives the corner of your lips a soft tap and compliantly, you pry open your mouth. sukuna leans in before . . spat! he spits right on the flatness of your pink tongue, hearing you lewdly moan in response. with your flapping lashes nearly blinding your entire view, you could spot that same wolfish grin from an early start to creep against his lips one final time.
âhow filthy. my good girl,â and you moan yet again, feeling him press a hand against your tummy â a wee reminder of how stuffed you currently were. âletâs try that again. this time though, iâll let you ride my stomach tongue, heh.â
â© ËË . TOJI FUSHIGURO.
âkinkiest shit iâve ever heard you say, mama,â toji guffaws as his tense shoulders bounce up and down. you couldnât help but notice the way toji was slowly growing a dad bod, especially after the two of you had another child. heâs still in good shapeâand he continued to maintain his usual workouts but fuck, youâd always fawn over his cute round tummy. heâs like a bear, shaggy, chunky, and incredibly soft. every time heâd pound on top of you, his weight would gingerly press into you, rubbing back ân forth against your body and youâd just wrap your arms around him. âfull nelson, eh? you sure this isnât the baby fever talkinâ again?â
âtojiii,â you pout, and you watch as he groans the moment youâre aligning yourself on his maddened cream-covered tip. itâs fat - leaking from the top with buttery white droplets of pre. toji reclines back against the couch that sucks his heavy body in as his legs start to spread. once he gets comfy, he looks at you with a sly grin while zeroing his verdant eyes all over your body. â âm sure, i want it,â and you playfully start to run a palm down his bushy hairy chest, stopping at his cute rounded tummy. âwant you.â
toji lets out a smoky chortle before pinching a grip near your ass. âalriiight, babygirl. but âm not gonna go easy. better hold on tight.â
and oh- toji and full nelson was a deadly combo within itself.
saying he had you stuffed to the max was purely an understatement. one minute youâre on his lap and the next, heâs got you pressed up against his woolly chest with his burly arms pinned up underneath your legs. heâs fucking you silly, plummeting such thick inches inside of your hungry cunt that it makes you see stars. not just stars but the whole damn galaxy. âf- fuuuck, fuck!â youâd gasp, feeling your cunt eagerly twitch at his sudden elastic-like stretch.
toji was strong, and he had no problem lifting you. each time he did, youâd bounce back on his lap, getting stuffed with even more mighty inches of his dick. itâs so wide, heâs merrily caressing through your gummy inner walls before rudely smacking his flushed crownhead against your tender needy cervix. that spot right there makes you shriek, and you can hear tojiâs husky laughter from behind the shell of your ear.
âheh- yeah, baby. let me fuckinâ hear ya, take this . . hah, dick like a champâfuuuck,â and he groans, a single smack of your ass making him briefly bite the inside of his hollow cheek. itâs a lot of weight thatâs jerking back against him from you, and tojiâs heaving breaths start to get heavier the more your cunt swallows him in wholly..
his virility was unmatched, and toji gave your pretty pussy addictively mean slams until it was squelching out his name. all syllables of it tooâ
you were loud, especially between your legs which were always tojiâs favorite part. ât- tojiii,â youâd whine out his name again, continuously feeling that same caving dip arises near the middle part of your tummy. heâs in so deep, and your back remains to rub against his furry-covered chest. tojiâs plump belly was so soft behind you, and the saltiness that started to coat your buds from your incoming release was almost too much to bare. âharder, f- fuck me. ooh! that spot, that f- fuckinâ spââ
âif i wanted to hear my wife speak iâd ask her talkative pussy instead,â toji grunts, and you let off a bleating whine the second your bare wet cuntâs met with a spank. slap! and the entire sound makes your folds twitch. you moaned, desperately wanting him to do it again. not just once or twiceâhell, even thrice. you ached for more of tojiâs touch, and he knew that. he knew his wife. you watch as his scarred lips form into a smile, and he spanks your pussy again. âmhm, kinky girl. that turns you on, yeah? âcourse it does. bet if i fuckinâ spat on it youâd go crazy too, hm?â
âtojiii-âm-gonna-cum,â you whimper out in a quick single second, trying to talk over his rant. you were a bobble head toy, bouncinâ up and down his fat cock. his long girthy inches had you hungry - slobbering from the mouth like a dog for more as he filled you to the very fuckinâ brim. easily, tojiâs invading all through your spongy cunt with his thick thighs resting underneath you. your nails cling to his skin like velcro with your mewling whines only pitching louder. âtojiiiii, gonna cuâ fuuuck!â
âyeah, i know baby,â he grunts, feeling his balls starting to tighten. tojiâs head throws back at the sharp slams of your hips. each time you fall back into his vast lap, his guttural voice drops even deeper. every time it doesâyou end up throbbing. a cute âlil pulse that he always pokes fun at you for. âheh- thereâs that cute throb, sheâs so fuckinâ needy,â and as your pussyâs squelches cry out even louder, toji growls. âfuck. gonna milk me, s- so good, âs that what yâer tryna do?â and you moan, feeling the pad of his thumb ghost down your throat. âwant me âta make you a pretty mommy again?â
a whiny, ây-yesss,â slurs out from your glossed lips, and toji snickers. of course. you wanted him to fill you all the way up like always. plug the top until your cunt was just flooded with his hot thick ropes of cum.
and thatâs just what he doesâtoji lets out a gruff groan once he feels himself reaching his limit. with his hips nudging quicker, he grunts at the final punctuating thrust. âf- fuck, take it then. take it like a hah- good girl,â and tojiâs plush body underneath you starts to rumble. finally, your legs collapse down from the position they were in once heâs starting to paint the pasty walls of your cunt his whitish color. itâs a lot, ribbons of slick cum that splatter its way throughout the layout of your mottled-covered entrance. âshit,â he swears against your neck, growing quiet to hear the sloppy sounds.
you start to ooze between your thighs, and you moan once toji lifts your leg once more. the bush that glues against his chest hair continued to tickle against your back before you whine. âmhn, atta fuckinâ girl,â he huffs, smearing a thumb down your cunt thatâs spitting out any remnants of his gooey seed. itâs hot, drooling down the cracks of your folds that he ends up giving your pussy one more final spank.
âheh, best we start thinkinâ of names again then,â and he nips a soft bite near your ear. âmommy.â
â© ËË . SATORU GOJO.
heâs the strongest, which also means the strongest in bed.
and satoruâs favorite thing to do was to have you being fucked senseless with your legs gracefully thrown over your head. youâd tease him constantly, saying how since heâs âthe strongestâ, surely, he canât be the strongest in bed too⊠right?
wrong,
because that smug âlil grin of yours gets wiped off your face almost instantly the second heâs pushing your cute, weak legs over your shoulders. oh- heâd show just how strong he could be, especially underneath the sheets. satoru had stamina for miles, rarely running out of gas and heâd easily steal orgasm after orgasm out of you. after a plethora of pliable positions, you now found yourself laid flat on your back with your legs pinned right behind your head.
âaw! câmooon, sweets. wanna see how flexible my wifeâs pussy can get,â he hoarsely coos, and his playful demeanor slowly vanishes. satoruâs now feral - and he was always feral with you. especially whenever he was stuffed inches deep inside of your sloppy bear-hugging cunt.
you whine, staring up at the white-haired man and heâs still got his blindfold on. itâs halfway on, sexily showing a bit of his right eye as he runs a hand through his tangled frosty strands. satoruâs favorite thing was to manhandle you, toss you around the room ân treat your body like a rag doll.
â âtoru, fuuuuck,â youâd sob out, the inner pit of your tummy letting off a deep exhale once heâs buried in. the head of his dickâs now thwacking near the hilt, and youâll never forget the feeling of his long, bulky cock sneakily massaging its way toward your gummy cervix. itâs repetitive, and youâre chewing on your inaudible whimpers at each luscious stroke he gives you. heâs an animal, and each merciless pound makes you trill out his name over ân over until your poor, poor vocal chords strain. âdonât stop, p- please. fuck me, fuhâ fuuuck.â
âawwwh, my pretty wifeyâs so talkative today, especially her too,â he whispers, and you moan once heâs practically laid flat against your bare chest. satoru snakes a hand between your legs, rubbing messy circles against your leaking pussy. a sly grin creases at each corner of his lips as he rubs near your full abdomen. satoru groans, moving his hand toward the middle part of your tummy before softly pressing down - feeling a prodding âlil bulge that he knew all too well. âmhm, thatâs all me, baby. alllll fuckinâ me.â
your cunt was indeed loud, each sloppy thrust of satoruâs hips whacking into you at full collision makes you gush.
you couldnât help but soak a portion of his cock with masses of your syrupy slick and it makes him hum. how cute, satoru could even feel your dripping pussy fluttering around his length. heâs thickâand more importantly, heâs fuckinâ big.
satoruâs sweating, and as he continues to hold your legs up over your head, you spot the spasming veins bulging in his arms. beefy, is the perfect word to describe him. every muscle within him flexed whilst he was pounding into you rawly, making sure your greedy cunt always remembered exactly who it belonged to. âmhm, such a pretty girl. gushinâ all on me, think i oughta train thisssââ and he pauses, giving your soddened entrance a playful pat. ââpussy jusâ a bit more, hm? could be a âlil stronger, especially since yâr dealinâ with me, baby,â and as heâs talking, he starts to lick near your neck. âfuuuck, ooh i love that fuckinâ grip. nasty girl. mmm, make me just as messy as you, uh huh.â
âfuhâ âm gonna cum!â you squeak, the intense throbbing between your legs only increases whilst heâs giving you his all with his ragged strokes. into. each hit was more and more ruthless, your headâs spinning, and the beats of your heart only got quicker. you were sure that your pretty glistening slick had his entire cock to the base covered by now. needless to say, you were drenched. satoru even leans upright to your face, snickering once he feels your hands try to pull his blindfold off. âsatoâruuu, cum, âm gonna cum.â
âyes, princess i heard you the first time,â he coos, his tone full of smug arrogance. oh, how you wanted to wipe that cocky smirk right off his naturally glossed lips. his appetizing thrusts against you were the definition of straight insanity, and as his hips kept championing at such speedy strokes, you squealed. riiiight there, the mushroomy crown of his cock scraped against the target of your cervix and you nearly go crazy. âooooh, there it is. thereâsheâfuckinâ is,â and as his voice grits lower, pausing each stroke to enunciate his sloppy hits against your cunt, itâs almost like heâs talking down to you. but in this caseâsatoruâs talking down to your cunt, because itâs the only thing heâs staring at.
openly, he snatches his blindfold off and his sparkly eyelashes flap thrice once he makes loving eye contact with your weeping pussy.
âmm, give it to me then, pretty girl. make a fuckinâ mess on me,â and you moan once he pulls your legs up even higher over your head. bringing his sheeny-coated lips up to your ear, he whispers hoarsely, giving your drenched cunt a doubting squeeze. âi dare ya.â
â© ËË . CHOSO KAMO.
âthat?â chosoâs eyes widen, hearty irises glued to your phone. youâre showing him some one-minute-long video of a woman getting passionately hammered in what you told him was âmating press.â choso wasnât new to intimacy, and whenever you recommended new positions for him to try, heâd always get excited. maybe even a bit . . aroused. âo- oh,â and his voice lowly husks, watching at the deeply intimate angles. the woman lay underneath the man and his weight pressed all on her. he was giving her deep and thorough strokes, occasionally giving her sloppy hot kisses in between. choso could feel his heart race as he started to imagine himself doing that exact position to no one other than you.
and he did, because the moment heâs cutely staring at your exposed, nude body underneath him, he canât help but moan. youâre so pretty, and as heâs feebly trying to align himself, he whimpers.
âmngh, b- baby, âs this okay?â and his darkened eyes flicker toward your face. heâs leisurely placing his weight on your body, bringing your legs up to go over his shoulders. glossy, pink lips of his quiver as he feels the weeping wetness of your pussy twitch and drench around his cock. âdonât wanna hah- hurt you, tell me if âm too heavy, âkay?â
âpromise, âcho,â you softly coo, your voice as smooth as silk. indeed choso was a tad bit heavy, especially compared to you. he was around a staggering height thatâs damn near over feet of six inches tall and he was just looking at you like he was ready to pounce. a needy pout stretches across the thin corners of his lips as he moans, watching openly as your cunt starts to swallow his stoutly pinkish tip. âmmh, thatâs it, baby. nice ân slow- whenever youâre ready.â
your voice- choso got off from it alone. every sentence that came out of your mouth had him weak. as your legs remained hauled over his droopy shoulders, heâs slowly inserting his cock into your greedy walls. seconds past and it doesnât take long before wanton whimpers slither their way past your lips. âf- fuck, âs fuckinâ warm for me,â choso shudders out a breath, the feeling of your gripping cunt hugging his length tightly sends him shivers. itâs an indescribable feeling that makes his sable-colored brows curl into an arch and within just a few simple thrusts, choso loses it.
within a few rigid beginning thrustsâhe gradually starts to get the hang of it. pumpinâ his lanky cock in and out of you as labored breaths snatch from his lungs, he whines yet again. this time though, itâs far louder. youâve got to cup his face whilst heâs pounding into you rigorously. nearly crushing you with his hefty weight, choso tries to hover a bit over your wet cunt, moaning for the grip as heâs casually rocking back ân forth into your warm, welcoming body.
âgood boy, f- fuck me, choso- riiight there, mhm!â youâd whine, feeling your eyes starting to dramatically roll and flicker from just his sheer size alone. chosoâs cock had such length that it expands allll through you, reading out every area of your cunt like a map. it knows the exact layout, all the secret crevices, and angles to locate and once he reaches there . . youâre fucked.
between you and chosoâyou honestly donât even know whoâs louder. the moment you call him a âgood boyâ, you can almost feel him melting in your hands like putty. chosoâs bumpy hips start to accelerate quicker and you whine every time you feel one of his veins pulse down his cock. âf- fuck, think âm gonna hah- cum jusâ from lookinâ at you,â he cutely rambles, each thrust becoming more sloppy. his hips have such power that it makes the entire bed groan out whiny creaks of its own. âyouâre so pretty baby, s- so pretty with your legs all over my shoulders like this- heh.â
chosoâs fucking you with his pace never slowing, trying to remember how the guy in the video did it. slow and steady, deep but thorough strokes, massage the clit . . and as heâs stretching you out with the swollen head of his cockâyou let off a soft shriek. âpop!â and you felt his plump shaft slip out of you immediately.
chosoâs pussy-drunken grin falters as he notices his dick fell out of you- but not only that, heâs cumming for real. .
it was so sudden, and as his entire bodyâs spasming above you, he whimpers whilst struggling to align his milky-covered tip back between the opening of your glistening folds. âf- fuck, âs no fair, came too early,â he whines, and you moan once he buries his face into the crook of your neck. heâs embarrassed. your legs were still raised in the air as heâs holding them both firmly, groaning against your skin. a fresh hot batter of oozing cum leaves out of chosoâs blushing slit â splattering out lewdly on your puffed pussy folds. chosoâs so frustrated that he even tries fucking his cum in between your flaps with the cutest unsatisfied scowl on his lips. âs- sorry, âm beinâ a little messy. âm sorry, sorry.â
â âs okay, baby,â you let off a quiet moan, your body already starting to feel numb. already, you were starting to miss the gaping outline of his cock driving through your insides but he makes it up by smacking his tip against your cunt. with a wet âsplash!â choso ends up smearing his sweltering hot cum all over your entrance, panting the entirety of your twitching sex right his ivory-white color. as he leans in for a kiss, choso clumsily misses your mouth with his lips pressing on your chin instead.
itâs cute, and you had to guide his face with your own hands just to have him shove his tongue into your mouth. chosoâs body weight was now starting to grind against you againâbut by now, he was straight up jumping you. he wants more, and you could tell as he was moaning into your mouth, grunting from his drooling cock that was rubbing up and down between your pasty entrance.
still swapping cobwebs of spit as the both of you smashed lips on each otherâchosoâs continues to spank his aching cockhead against your cunt whilst his lips desperately crash against yours. it turns him on, a lot more than he thought- and choso thinks he may have just found out his new favorite kink.
you.
â© ËË . SUGURU GETO.
being in a relationship with a boxer had its perks.
suguru getoâhe was known for his fights, but more importantly his flexible positions. youâd always tease him about it, pokinâ fun at how you wish heâd fold you like his opponents one time for once. but oh, youâre taken aback once he takes you up on that offer.
ânuh uh, donât tap out now, baby. letâs see that cute form,â geto grunts, pressing a wet kiss near the inside of your neck. the two of you were in his private gym, specifically his private ring where heâd always train. today though, you were needy, teasing him at how you wanted him to be put in a chokehold like he did to his opponents. but, the moment heâs got you straddling his lap as youâre cockwarming him, youâre nothing but a wet babbling mess. you moan, letting off a breathy gasp once the top part of his boxing glove rubs against your sobbing cunt. you were soaked, making a mess on the mat and a soft gasp creeps out the back of your throat once he wraps a beefy arm around your throat.
safely, getoâs got you in a firm chokehold â the exact one youâd usually see him perform on his other opponents. embarrassingly enough, your cunt twitches almost instantly, and you were trying to grind your hips back into him. âhngh, suguru- fuuuck,â you purr out, letting off a weeping mewling whimper as you felt his fat pointed dick ream a path through your insides. the entire gym was quiet. the only sounds that couldâve been heard were the wet sloshing sounds of getoâs glove gently smacking against your sprawled open pussy. psh after pshh and it only gets louder as you squirm, your thighs parting.
heâs big, manhandling you like this while youâre in a mere chokehold. once youâre starting to sloppily bounce on his lap, you can hear him hiss from the enticing friction. the electric sting of both mounds of flesh slamming on each other ends up giving you both whiplash. âh- hah, fuck, good girl. ride itâmove those hips, fuck me back- mmph,â he starts to groan, the weight of your ass getting more and more impactful. getoâs meaty thighs glue against yours and you moan, feeling the curve of his cock rummaging through your squashy insides.
heâs so thick, that his plump tip runs through your tremulous walls before it frantically jackhammers its way to your cervix. letting off a squalling âah!â of a squeak, your back ends up falling into his broad chest. getoâs sweaty, bare skin rubs off against your skin and he groans. the sly dark-haired boxer wore nothing but his thinly made everlast boxing shorts. âsuguruuuu,â you cutely drag out his name, moaning at the way his beefy bicep still wrapped around your neck. youâre bouncinâ up and down repeatedly and itâs almost comical at how your eyes were bulging out of their holes. your tongue was fully lolled, and youâve never felt more stuffed. hit after hit, by this point, you were sure getoâs cock was gonna give your pretty pussy a solid, fair K.O.
but oh, geto ends up fucking you round after round - literally. he went from having you ride him to him pounding you into his squishy, red mat. your face vigorously presses into the cushion as youâre moaning, desperately whining out his name while heâs âpracticingâ his special techniques on your cunt. the entire scene was lewd, and as you continued to whine out pathetic cacophonies of, âsuguruuu,â â âriiight there,â â or his personal favorite, âooooh, hit it there baby!â âs, heâd feel his dick twitch inside you every time.
your ass raises the second he grabs ahold of your hip, and heâs madly drilling into you raw. each sloppy stroke and twist of his hips makes your toes curl and the bittersweet taste of your saliva ends up trickling down the side of your mouth, landing face-first on the vermillion-colored boxing mat. âfuckinâ shiiit, âm gonna cum, sweetheart,â he huffs, resting his free hand on your arched spine. so pretty - the way your ass tries to thrust back into his sharp hips was oh-so-cute. your pussy only got more sloppy, and as heâs feeling his cock preparing to release itself, you could almost hear a whimper snarl out from his throat. âah, tell me where, f- fuck. talk to me, pretty.â
âi- insiiiide,â you squeal out with short breaths, his cock merrily kneading through your walls. itâs almost filthy at how loud your cunt was. just drooling such molasses of sheeny slick on his length, making an even bigger mess between your legs and on the fighting mat too. as heâs giving you his final, victorious thrusts that make your mouth snap open â a fairly lewd K. O., geto grunts, losing the match with his opponent being nothing more than your sweet, slippery cunt.
instantaneously, wads of thin bubbly ropes mesh with your slick juices, a pretty white ring foaminâ around his base. your release slams into you like a semi-truck, and your eyes crossed almost instantly.
with his adamâs apple bobbing in his throat, heâs pouring in such slimy amounts that end up tearing straight down your pulsing bare slit. geto groans, hazed and all as his darkened eyes glance at how you were perfectly arched for him. this position was perfect for you in his eyes.
ass up â face down, âgoddamn,â he grumbles through pearly gritted teeth and a slack jaw. mewing satisfied coos purr out of your spit-slicked lips as you feel him plugging you up to the brim, hearing the wet plops ân paps of his hot, sticky cum dripping onto the mat. you only imagined what it looked like, how much of a fuckinâ mess you were. âhah- arenât you a champ,â he pants, and you moan once geto smacks your ass.
speedily, he now makes you flip over with a swift toss of a single brawny arm before picking you up. âmmhn, sweetheart. you did âs good for me,â and as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, geto gives you a chaste kiss. a few loose strands of hair stick against your forehead as his tongue curls its way inside of your hot mouth before he snickers, pulling away. âah, thereâs one more position i wanna try though.â
âw- what?â you heave, pouting the second his lips depart from yours.
geto re-aligns himself between your leaking cunt thatâs still profusely spurting out clods of milky clumps of his cum before he lifts you just a bit higher against his chest. âhm, oh- i just fuck you while standing up,â and you moan, wrapping your arms around his broad neck. ravened, feral eyes meet yours one more time and geto lets off a husky grunt, his boxing glove sneaking between your legs. âyouâre my big girl though, yeahh?â
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Welcome To The Itadori's! - C.K.
Synopsis. Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does.Â
Pairing. Best friend! Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, childhood best friends to lovers, slowburn, cameos from the Itadoriâs (Yuji, Jin, grandpa, SUKUNA), smĂșt only when theyâre adults, first times, oral (female receiving), cĂșnnilingus, marking, rough, Chosoâs a bit mean in bed, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.0k
A/N. The unc-kuna brainrot got me here, Yujiâs family tree is HILARIOUS.
âYouâve never what?â Â
âI mean, yeah? So what if Iâve neverâŠuh-â eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. âMâsurely not missing out on that much.â
Maybe he was. Maybe he wasnât. Whatever the answer was, Choso could only pray that no one walked into your apartment right now.
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Choso swears his family is well and fully intent on ruining every waking moment with you.Â
Heâs convinced even, at this point. Because in the 13 long years of being inseparable from you - ever since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - Chosoâs racked up more interruptions than heâs seen on those k-dramas that his grandfather swears he doesnât watch.
It was like some cosmic joke, really. All he wanted was a moment with just the two of youâŠand maybe a second or two to confess his undying love. But that didnât seem too realistic when the Itadoriâs were a bit of a packaged deal, unfortunately. Â
Alas, Chosoâs resigned himself to accept the fact that maybe - just maybe - this was the universeâs way of telling him that his pretty best friend was indeed too good for him. Something heâs suspected ever since the both of you were eight.
The realization had hit him like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact. And a whole zoo of animals afterward.
Of course, itâs not like that was any secret. He always thought you were perfect from the second youâd moved in - that new family next door heâd been eagerly waiting ages to arrive. And Choso, being the dutiful oldest son, was the one to deliver welcome cookies to your doorstep. Stumbling, and carefully trying to reach for the doorbell without dropping any.Â
âUm, welcome to-â
âYour hairâs funny.â
Now, Chosoâs never greeted neighbors before, but it surely wasnât supposed to go like this. Why was he being insulted by some little girl - you were missing a few teeth, and his had just grown back in so obviously he was much older and wiser. All unapologetic smiles and twinkling eyes as you blink up curiously at his space buns. Pretty, even when you were tearing his heart out because hey, he thought this hairstyle was cool, okay?
Which is what had him huffing and puffing back home, running straight into the arms of his dad while he tried not to cry. That is, until you came knocking at his door with your parents. Very much bawling and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug with wet mumbles of âMâsorry, meant your hairâs very cool. Wanna match-â
And, if his cheeks burned just a bit, well, Choso blamed the tears.Â
After a disaster like that, of course youâd grow to be best friends within the day.Â
But what that didnât explain was when - after hours of bickering over whether to play tag or house - you were all tuckered out and sat beside him in a corner of his room, too exhausted to talk his ear off. Head lolling once. Twice. Falling softly onto his shoulder.
Oh.Â
Now, Choso might just be having the first epiphany of his entire, grueling eight years in this world - that you were very, very pretty fast asleep with your head on his shoulder.Â
Why? Why were you here barging into his life and turning it upside down? Calling him your ânew best friendâ and dragging him along wherever you went. It made his poor head absolutely spin, not daring to move a muscle so that you didnât wake up and see this tiny predicament.
He didnât know why. But what he did know was that he found himself subconsciously reaching for your hand, a strange little part of himself wanting to see how much smaller they were than his. They looked so soft and warm and-
âI WANNA PLAY T- Oh.â
Oh indeed. He hastily lurches away from you like it burned, hands raised like he was caught red-handed. Feeling slightly sorry when he sees you blinking away the sleep to take in your surroundings, eyes bouncing off of a very excited Yuji and resting on the clock.
âOh no. Mommyâs gonna be mad.â you gasp, hastily getting up. And he feels a weird pang as you quickly dust down your dress, running out the door with a laughed out, âBye, Yuji! See ya later, Cho~!â
âBye, crybaby.â
And then itâs quiet. Only Choso still staring after you, and Yuji staring at his older brother, somewhat awestruck and wondering only one thing-
âBig bro, why are you so red?â
Choso doesnât think heâs gotten a moment alone with you since that first initial meeting.Â
Fourteen was definitely the worst, in his opinion.
âHey, Cho, yâknow the girl sitting next to me in math said she had her first kiss today.â
âOh.â Itâs all Choso can manage to get out, paying more attention than he should to the gravel beneath him as he tries not to trip over air beside you. Hot under his uniform collar at the sudden shift in conversation from the usual after-school banter.Â
Looping your arm with his, you heave out a playful sigh, âI wonder what that feels like. Have you ever thought about it?âÂ
No, but Choso has never thought that heâd be here - face burning at your body pressed up against his. Just knowing that his ancestors above are laughing at what a loser he is, barely able to stammer out an answer to your question.Â
Okay, maybe he was being dramatic. Because it wasnât like he hadnât thought about kissing before - itâs just that whenever it popped into his mind, you were usually accompanying him. Along with those strange thoughts of whether your lips are as soft as they looked? Or would your heartbeat be as fast as-
âMan, are you even listening?âÂ
Shit.Â
Your hand waving in front of Chosoâs face brings him back to reality. Blinking hastily, he tries to gather his thoughts, mumbling out a quick, âUh, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought.â averting his gaze as he feels the heat rise to his cheeks at your intense gaze.
Your smile only widens, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you nudge his side. âThinking so hard about kissing, huh? Cho, you lecher!âÂ
âAm not.â
âAm to.â
âAm not.â
âAm to.â
âWho were you imagining it with, huh? Gonna give âem a big smooch tomorrow?â
God, you were going to be the death of him. âN-no! I havenât even- shut up, crybaby, itâs not like-â he sputters out useless protests over your laughter - his favorite song, even when you were teasing the hell out of him. But ah how you relish in his embarrassment, tittering out little giggles all the way until youâre steering him onto your lane.Â
Choso, on the other hand, keeps wishing the ground would swallow him up more and more with each step towards his porch. Heâd have broken into a sprint right then if he hadnât known you and the way youâd race him there instead.
âAlright.â you declare once youâre stood at his front door, jolting Choso out of his reverie. And heâs barely opening his mouth to register your words before you plowing on confidently. âWeâll just have to practice our first kisses with each other.â
Perfect. Great. Wonderful.Â
The final nail on his coffin. You might as well have planted a bombshell right in the middle of his already-chaotic world with the way he was reeling in- shock? Fear? Anticipation?
âPractice.â Choso whispers, more to himself than you. Yet you nod anyway, eyes locked with his like you were studying his reaction. âForâŠpractice.â
Doubt starts to creep into your pretty features, âWell, we donât have to if you do-â
âNo no no no, I want- ahem.â he cringes at the pathetic desperation in his voice. Desperately trying to scramble back some semblance of sanity as he clears his throat, âI want to. Just-â Choso urgently looks around for- ah, there it is.Â
Dragging over the brick from the side of his porch because goddammit he might be 14 but he sure hadnât hit that growth spurt yet. âPractice, right?â
You nod with a fiery determination that, later on, would make Choso chuckle with fondness. Muttering out a firm, âPractice.â Letting the boy in front of you nervously leans closer, breath fanning your face. And shit if you were nervous then you didnât show it, but Choso felt like he was about to spontaneously combust.Â
Brows furrowing in concentration, eyes only squinting ever-so-slightly as he takes peaks at how pretty you looked. Close enough that he could count every lash as your pretty eyes closed shut, lips glistening with that strawberry chapstick you loved, puckering adorably. Only inching closer and-
Click!Â
âYou two are so cute! But um- dear, how do you mute this thing?â
You spring apart so fast that Choso wouldnât be surprised if youâd teleported. He doesnât even know whatâs happening before, from the safety of about three meters away from him, youâre muttering out an embarrassed little, âHi there, Mr. Itadori. The gardenia are coming along nicely.â
His dad smiles like he hadnât just starred in what was likely Chosoâs villain origin story. Waving happily, âAww, thank you, sweetheart. Now, why donât you two go back to doing your lilâ thing and I can ah- practice my photography.â
âDad, Iâm running away.â
That practice kiss never happens. And, well, if there was a proudly framed photo down the hallway of the two of you - with Choso absolutely bright red and standing comically on a brick to meet your height, faces nervously scrunching towards each other - well, neither of you ever mention it. Jin Itadori does, though - every time you come over, in fact.Â
Itâs only when youâre both eighteen, when Chosoâs a lot deeper in his feelings - and only slightly less embarrassed about it - that he thinks that maybe not all family interruptions were that bad.Â
Graduation wasâŠsomething. Not exactly something that heâs sure if heâll ever want to relive with the sheer amount of awkward photos and tears that his dad lets out. God if he has to shuffle into another-
âYou alright, Cho?â
Ah.Â
Traitorously, a smile makes its way onto his face, peering down at your beaming face. Both of you having made it way past the awkward early teens. Well, at least you certainly have - Choso still feels like the same awkward little boy with an even more awkward crush. âHm? Yeah, mâgreat.âÂ
âAre ya sure? Because you look like youâre about to have an aneurysm any second now.â you raise a brow teasingly. Ah, how gorgeous you were - even when youâre picking him apart.Â
âYeah. Great. Only had this smile plastered on for the last five hours.â
âAww, but you look so pretty smiling.â you shrug, with the audacity of someone that didnât just have Chosoâs knees dangerously weak. âAnyway- A bunch of us are gonna try to convince olâ Yaga to let us take photos with his shades, you wanna come?â
âYou think mâpretty?â he muses, embarrassingly late.
âCho.â
âYaga. Shades. Got it.â Choso mock salutes, drinking in the little laugh it startles out of you, eyes sparkling with mischief and looking right into his soul. Beautiful. You were always beautiful.Â
And Choso canât just stand around and do nothing about it.
âCrybaby, look, I-â Fists clenching, he takes a steadying breath. The heat only rising to his cheeks at your awaiting gaze, âIâŠâ
âHEY, GRANDPA HELPED STEAL YAGAâS SHADES LETâS TAKE A PIC-â
âSHUT THE FUCK UP ITADORI. YOUâRE RUINING A MOMENT, LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT.â
âI donât know either of you two.â
It would be a miracle for a moment not to be ruined with two overly-energetic first-years (and a very reluctant Fushiguro) pushing their way into your little bubble. Choso bites back a groan as youâre immediately swarmed by a bickering Kugisaki and Yuji, one apologizing for âruining your k-drama momentâ and the other trying to get you to put on some sunglasses. Well, at least he could empathize with the black-haired boy, who gave him an apologetic nod.Â
Heâs only halfway through waving off the interruption before a voice speaks up from his side. âWhy didnât you say it?â
Whirling around, Choso comes face-to-face with the disappointed look on his grandfatherâs face. Already having some idea of what you mean, âWha-â
âI may be old but mânot deaf, yet, boy. Why didnât ya tell her?â he sighs, tilting his head to where you were wearing those shades and taking ridiculous pictures with two animated first-years.Â
âI donât know what you-â
âMânot blind, either. Quite frankly Iâm insulted.â
And, well, if thereâs anyone that he canât hide from - it would be his grandfather. So he heaves out a defeated sigh, touselling his hair while muttering out a pathetic little, âMânot- Ugh, sheâs too fuckinâ perfect and IâŠI chickened out.â
Choso doesnât know what he expected in response but it definitely wasnât for his grandfather to laugh. Full, and raspy - loud enough that even you stop to stare. âThought so, idiot boy.â he chuckles, drawing indignant protests. âDid she tell you?â
Raising a brow, âWhat?â
âDid she tell you that you werenât good ânough for her?â
âNo, but-â Whatever protest on the tip of Chosoâs tongue is cut off by a rough hand smacking his back in what he thinks is reassurance, but felt more like a punishment for being such a pussy around you all these years.Â
âThen go. Ya might just be surprised. After all, youâre my grandson, and all the ladies at bingo love me.â
Shaking with both adrenaline and the effort to keep that image out of his mind, he makes his way towards you. Purposeful. Pointedly ignoring the matching smirks flashed his way.Â
âYou really think theyâll finally get together today?â Fushiguro deadpans from where heâd snuck up beside the old man, in an attempt to escape the public nuisances he calls âfriendsâ.Â
Chosoâs grandfather hums thoughtfully, watching the scene play out before him - Choso flushed such a delicate shade of pink as you playfully put Yagaâs sunglasses on him. Settling on a gruff, âIâll give it a few months more. Heâs my grandson, after all.â
âThatâs generous. Iâd give it a couple years more.â
âWanna bet, brat?â
â...â
Safe to say, his second button ended up safely in your hands that day. But Fushiguro would be the one to really win the bet.Â
Because it was only 2 years, 4 months and 3 weeks after this little incident that Choso finally had you exactly where he wanted - with no interruptions. All for him.Â
Freshly twenty one, splayed out on your apartment bedroom and having a conversation that he never in a million years wouldâve even dared to imagine heâd have - with you of all people. All because of that stupid R-rated film youâd put on for movie night.Â
âYouâve never what?â you gape, turning down the volume to those painfully fake moans coming from the tv.
Oh, how gorgeous you looked - all shocked and batting your lashes up at him in surprise. Choso almost swoons inwardly (and outwardly) before he realizes that shit you were probably waiting for an answer.
âI mean, yeah?â he sputters out, cheeks heating up as you lean in closer to hear him. Close. âSo what if Iâve neverâŠuh-â eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. âMâsurely not missing out on that much.â
Goddammit, some strange, carnal part of himself twinges dangerously at the little smirk that curls your lips. One that he quickly - and embarrassingly - realizes has the blood rushing straight to his cock. Humming a low, âMaybe. Maybe not.â The mattress dips slightly as you shift closer, lips ghosting his ear. âWant me to help you find out?â
Which is, well, how Choso found himself shoved against the armrest. Blanket thrown on the floor now, swollen cock leaking furiously through his pants as your pretty lilâ cunt hovers above his mouth. So wet that if he stuck his tongue out he could have you dripping all onto him.Â
âY-you sure about this, sweetheart?â he hisses despite his hands looping around your thighs, bringing you closer to him.
You raise a brow, âAre you sure, Cho?â
He should say no. He should laugh this all off as a bad joke. He shouldnât ruin this friendship - but oh how badly he wants just a taste of your dripping pussy - see if sheâs as sweet as the rest of you is. So, throwing caution to the wind, Choso nods slowly. âYes. Want it sâbad.â
Grinning wickedly, you whisper, âThought so.â And then heâs pulling you onto his mouth, hot and urgent.
âOh fuck-â he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the first taste of your sweet sweet juices. âShit shit shit.â So sloppily licking up your swollen folds - barely moving with any method or patience, just that heâs drunk on your pussy and wants more more more-
âHngh- f-fuck. You sure this is your hah- first time, Cho?â you gasp breathlessly. And oh your best friend was so fucking beautiful. Dark hair untied and tousled, eyes half-hooded, your slick already smearing across the bottom half of his face and trickling down his jaw because shit he was so messy. So addicted to that desperate expression on your face that he just canât help but tease you a little bit.Â
âMhm?â he smirks, tongue swirling around your pulsing clit. Purposefully missing right where you wanted him the most because shit he loved those cute lilâ whines spilling out of you.Â
You let out a huff, hips trying pathetically to inch him closer - but Choso wasnât budging. Holding you so firmly by the hips that youâre sure he leaves bruises, licking all over your cunt except for your clit. âCho.â you warn. Brows furrowing in frustration at the way he bats his long lashes up at you so deceivingly innocently, âWhat?â
âYou knowâŠâ
âI donât.â he titters teasingly into your pussy.Â
âChoso.â
Now, Chosoâs known and seen everything there is to do with you - but never like this. Spread open shamefully and pouting so adorably on top of him, so needy for him. It made his head spin to think of just how much the dynamics had shifted.Â
Shit, he really shouldâve watched that godforsaken movie with you sooner. âTell me what you want, crybaby.â
And oh how his cock twitches at the way you manage to get out an embarrassed little, âWanâ you to ngh- tonguefuck me properly. Wanna cum on your pretty face, Cho.â
And thatâs all thatâs said before heâs surging forward, glossy lips wrapping around your pulsing clit to suck harshly. Rolling his soft tongue over and over-
âWanted this for so long.â Choso mutters, muffled as he buries himself deeper into your pretty pussy. The vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running down your spine. âYou have absolutely no idea, pretty.â
And you barely even have the time to register his little confession before Chosoâs moving down to bully his tongue past your folds. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit as he dips into your sloppy hole.Â
âOh shit. Jusâ like that.â For a beginner, your best friend really knew what he was doing. Eating you out like his favorite meal, tongue squeezing into your snug pussy to thrust in and out, swipe against your walls, stretching you out right to his will. Over and over-
âUse me.â
Your eyes snap down to meet the pure adoration in his eyes as he makes out filthily with your cunt. Choking out a little, âWhat?â
âUse me.â
There it was again - that strained little mantra. And as if to prove his point, Choso reaches out to deftly place your hands on his head, bucking into you touch.Â
And, well, how could you say no to that?
Because before you know it, youâre bunching Chosoâs soft strands in your fists. Angling him just right to ride his pretty face. âCâmon, Cho. Ngh- H-harder, jusâ a bit- Oh!â he just devours the way your mouth drops into an adorable little oh! as his tongue curls deftly against that one spot. Again and again. Letting himself be so used, dragging your dripping cunt harder on his mouth.Â
And he likes it. Hell, he loves it even - because youâre so sweet nâ pretty on his mouth. Better than everything heâs ever been dreaming of for the past few years. And always in his dreams, youâd be clenching so deliciously around his tongue when you were close - just like right now.Â
So he speeds up his movements, breathing you in maddeningly. A hand snaking down from itâs favorite place on your hips to draw quick, frenzied little circles on your poor, ravaged clit. Jaw almost aching with how filthily he was dripping in and out of your entrance - be he did give a shit. Only wanting to have you breathless and creaming all over his face.
You jerk violently on top of him, âHah! Sâtoo much, Cho. Mâso close- gonna cum- gonna-â
And then youâre cumming. Fast, and hard.Â
Plushy walls clamping down on Chosoâs tongue, hips stuttering on his face as he laps up all your juices, an arm around your waist helping you ride his face through your high.Â
âSâsweet. Could get used to that.â he slurs into your cunt. Tipping his head back as far as itâd go to let the last of your juices slide down his throat. âBetter than I imagined.â
The words ring in your ears as you blink back your vision. Deliriously whirling down to look down at Choso - still beneath you and looking more smug and content than youâd ever seen him. âImagination? Sâthat why youâre so good.â
âNo.â
Youâre being flipped before you know it. Manhandled so easily by your best friend as he lays you on your back, sinking into the cushion while he looms above you. âSâjusâ thatâŠâ grunting as he flings his shirt off, âBeen dreaming of your pretty cunt on mâtongue for years.â
Okay, now his confession hits - more than it did when he was tonguefucking you into insanity, anyway.Â
âYears, huh?â you breathe out, eyes roaming all over his sculpted torso. Taking in every dip and curve of Chosoâs toned abs - all the way from his broad shoulders to the rock-hard cock straining against his pants. As if in a trance, your hand reaches out to cup his leaking erection, âSâthat all youâve been dreaming of?â
âYou little minx.â he lets out a low hiss.Â
Before you can even react, Chosoâs fumbling with that belt - cursing because shit, heâd have worn sweatpants instead if he knew theyâd end up on your floor.Â
And youâre not any better, fingers popping open his buttons and tugging impatiently and oh- You always thought that your best friend would have a big dick - but this? Â He was so intimidatingly long - and thick enough that you wondered whether youâd hurt yourself. Fat tip flushed such a pretty shade of pink to match his cheeks, leaking down down down, all the way to his heavy balls.Â
Youâre only jolted out of your little reverie by Choso spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering cunt, spreading it lazily across your pussy with his thumb. A ringed fist pumping his cock slowly, as he drags his tip across your folds, pooling your sweet juices. Muttering out a raspy, âIâll be gentle.â
âYou better not be, now jusâ fuck me-â
Well, you didnât have to ask Choso twice. Because youâve barely gotten the words out before heâs bullying massive cock into your tight cunt. Pressing in inch by fucking inch as you gasp and buck underneath him.Â
âShhh, sâokay, crybaby. This is what you wanted, right?â he mumbles, with all the audacity of someone that wasnât fucking into you in rapid, mindless little jabs to fit inside your snug lilâ pussy. Struggling to hold back at this point. âWanted to be split apart on mâcock?â
You were so full of him. Even more so when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending all the way down and folding you in half so easily beneath him.Â
He drinks in the barely-lucid squeal that leaves your swollen lips. Kissing your forehead gently, whispering against the skin, âBecause Iâve wanted this for so fucking long.â
And then it was like something snapped - maybe his sanity, maybe the restraint that Chosoâs been holding back for too long. Because immediately heâs plunging his throbbing cock into you - all the way till his balls, all angry and squeezing so painfully, smacks against your ass.Â
âWanted this.â he rasps into your open mouth. His hips were out of control now, thrusting you in shallow, desperate rams. Pounding into you like a man possessed, and running his mouth just as much. He laces his fingers on top of your head, pushing you down even deeper into his relentless cock - as if the bastard wasnât fucking you dumb already. âFuckinâ needed this needed this. Shit- so bad.â
âCh-Choso- fuck hah-â you plead as his mouth clashes with yours. All sloppy with teeth and spit and his profanities - and it felt so damn good.Â
âYeah? Whoâs fucking you silly, now?â heâs going harder now, tip hitting your poor cervix over and over. And youâd be sobbing at the burn and the stretch but all you can think of is shit this is Choso - the kid you used to play hide and seek with. And now he seems fully intent on breaking you. âSay mâname.â
A rough thumb starts toying with your clit, in time with the cute lilâ whines of his name that escape your mouth like a prayer. âShit. Yâlook so pretty like this.â he babbles. âGonna cry, pretty girl?â smirking down at the way you were too cockdrunk to even snap back, only looking up at him with delirious, teary eyes. âBe a crybaby for my cock?â
Youâre tugging on his hair, thighs shaky and bucking upwards. âCho-â
âMhm?â
âW-wanna cum. Need you to fill mâup till I canât take it anymore.â
Oh if Choso was any lesser man heâd have cum right then and there. Instead settling for a guttural groan, drunk off the way you were milking his cock so hard as if to prove your point. It almost made him want to stay like this forever. But no - not right now.Â
âOh yeah?â Hips becoming sloppy now, âNeed it? Shit- mâso close.â Each word slurred, punctuated by a harsh thrust, strokes long and frenzied. Using your heavenly pussy like his personal fucktoy. So hard that heâs sure youâd have embarrassing matching bruises tomorrow - his balls on your ass, your nails raking down his shoulders.
âMe too- fuck fuck fuck-â you mewl into his neck, as Choso buried his face into yours.Â
âCum fâme, my girl.â
My girl.Â
And then you are - and he is. And you donât know who cums first, just that youâre seeing stars behind your eyes and Chosoâs teeth digging into your neck as he thrusts once. Twice. Before cumming and cumming so hard he might as well have seen the pearly gates of heaven. And you were an angel.
Thick, hot ropes of cum that paint your walls white, so much that it gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy. Dripping down your legs and pooling into a sinful, creamy ring at his base.Â
âMm- shit. Choso.â you moan, barely audible over the lewd squelches from below.Â
âMâhere, my girl.â he grits out, voice shot. And it seems that that was his new favorite nickname, because Choso keeps murmuring it over and over as he keeps fucking his seed into you. Not even thinking about it at this point - just mindless, shallow grinds of his hips.Â
In the haze of your orgasm, you think you hear his quiet voice, strained with exhaustion and something that you werenât in the right state of mind to decipher right now.Â
âShhh, mâhere. âCanât believe I waited so fuckinâ long.â Whispering against your lips, âLove this. Love this pretty cunt.â Kissing softly, âLove the way yâtake me. Fuckinâ made fâme.â And maybe even a soft little, âLove you.â
And maybe - just maybe, you whisper the same into his. Kissing him softly, exactly the way youâd wanted to all these years.Â
Neither of you speak after that. Not when Chosoâs hips stall, body sticky and collapsing onto yours. Nor do you speak when he pulls away with a playful nip to your lower lip - a promise. Searching through your clothes for a washcloth he can wipe yourselves clean with.Â
Itâs only when he settles back under the covers beside you, looking at you with such dark, hazy eyes - whirling with too many emotions to name - that the silence is broken.Â
âCrybaby.â
âCho.â
âCorny.â
âYou started it.â
Chuckling, Choso pulls your body close to his. Not even a hairâs breadth between you two because shit now that heâs got you, he doesnât think he ever wants to let you go.Â
âYâknowâŠâ he starts, âI think we should- I mean- if you wantâŠâ nervous now more than he was even after all that just transpired. Cheeks flaring as he meets your amused gaze, just daring him to go on - because you saw through him. You always did. âI lov-â
âAm I late for the mov- WHAT THE FUCK I ALWAYS KNEW BRATS WERENâT JUST FRIENDS-â
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Itadori Family Groupchat + Two More
Dad: Hey, all. I canât seem to get a hold of Choso to confirm tomorrowâs dinner plans. Can anyone else let me know if heâs ok? XX
-Jin.
Yuji <3: Heâs probs at rhat âbest friend movie nightâ stillÂ
Dad: Hello, Yuji. What is a âprobsâ? XX
-Jin.
Kugisaki: Heâs suspiciously quiet, though⊠Yâall think that âbest friend movie nightâ is codeword for something else?Â
Yuji <3: Better not be cuz Sukuna stole my sparw key sayin something ab crashing it idk
Kugisaki: *spare
And you just LET him?
Yuji <3: HE THREATENED TO BURN MY MEGAN THEE STALLION POSTERÂ
âŠ
AND DID IT ANYWAY
Kugisaki: L
Fushiguro: L
Gramps: L
Sukuna (do not answer): DID YâALL KNOW THOSE TWO WERE FUCKIN????
*Fushiguro has left the chat*
Dad: :0
-Jin.
A/N. Spiritually, this is a crackfic idk.
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CURB FLIRTING - LN4
summary : In which Lando finds a girl crying on the side of the road and decides to help her a bit.
listen up : this is the cutest thing iâve ever written. no pt.2âŒïž
word count : 1438
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Tears stream down my face, I try to control my breathing but I'm still in shock. Even though I'm sobbing, I want to laugh.
Iâm sitting on a curb outside of a club, itâs gross and thereâs cigarette butts by my feet. I can only smell alcohol and the scent of my vanilla perfume.
I want to rip it off my body. I try to take a deep breath but my chest hurts and I start coughing. People around me ask if I'm okay but when I nod they leave.
Until a manâs shoes appear in front of me, âAre you alright?â I look up, breathing heavily still before nodding and looking back down at his shoes. I like them.
He sits next to me, âYou sure?â He has an accent. British, I think.
âNo.â I laugh as he cracks a smile.
âIâm Lando.â He holds out his hand for me to shake, so I do. His ring is cold against my burning skin. When I meet his eyes again, I realize theyâre green and unfairly stunning.
In fact, his whole face is stunning. Heâs got curly hair, dark and mullet-ish, his clothes are light and his jewelry is nice.
âIâm Y/n.â I sniffle, wiping a tear from my face, âI like your shoes.â
He smiles again, âThank you. I like your dress.â I glance down to my bare legs, hot and uncomfortable with the icy air. He seems to notice my body language and shrugs off his jacket, laying it over my legs.
I frown, crying more, âHey- I didnât mean to make it worse.â He looks genuinely worried.
âYou didnât. Iâm just- Thank you.â He nods, âIâm kinda embarrassed.â
âNo need. Plenty of strangers have seen me cry.â He shrugs, eyeing my hair and earrings, âYou donât need to worry though, youâre a pretty crier.â
I let out a laugh, something I havenât done for a few hours, âI doubt you arenât.â His presence is oddly comforting yet also awkward because I was bawling in front of him.
His smile is kind and soft while his body looks sharp and hard. âYou flatter me, Y/n.â I like the way he says my name. But that could just be because of my tears.
âWhatâs your deal, Mr. Lando no last name?â My eyes are still wet but my tears are no longer falling, âAre those your friends?â
We both look over to the group on the other side of the road, three men staring. Lando eyes them but quickly looks back at me, âUh, yeah.â
âDo they think a twenty four year old woman is going to hurt you?â I look at them again, âBecause they sure are protective.â
He laughs, âProtective is a good word for it. Where are your friends?â This makes me frown and he sees it instantly, âAre you visiting Monaco?â
I nod, âYeah. Are you?â
He shakes his head, âI live here.â My eyes instinctively widen at this. He looks young. I mean, he could be studying here I guess but still.
âHow old are you?â
âTwenty five.â This makes my brows pull together, he laughs at this.
âAre you⊠rich?â I whisper it as if itâs illegal.
He leans it a bit close, âSort of.â
I hum, âHowâŠ?â
âIâll tell you if you come and sit in my car with me.â I raise a brow at this, crossing my arms, âI promise itâs just because I'm worried youâre gonna catch a cold.â I look at him skeptically too, âYou can hold my keys if it makes you feel better.â
I stand, holding his jacket close to me as he drops his keys into my hand. I stare down at them, blink. âA McLaren?â I roll my eyes.
âAn eye roll is not the usual reaction I get for that!â He starts walking and I follow him.
âOh, so you bring all the girls you find crying in the street into your car?â He eyes me, a slight smirk on his face.
âOnly the pretty ones.â
I roll my eyes, âYouâre going to let a stranger take the keys to your McLaren?â He just shrugs.
âI know your name. You know mine.â
He lets me sit in the driver's seat, he turns the car on and Mamma Mia starts blasting. âShit.â He mumbles, turning it down quickly as I giggle.
âA musical fanâŠ?â His face is serious and definitely embarrassed. I canât help but laugh more, âOkay, Okay. How are you, Mr. very mysterious Lando no last name, rich?â
He stretches his arms up, grinning but staying silent. Oh god. Heâs fit as hell.
âOh no.â I feel doom approaching me.
âWhat?â he asks.
âDonât tell me youâre a footballer.â
He looks horrified, âAn american footballer?â I did forget about that one little difference between us. âWhy would I be an American footballer?â
âWell youâre-â He raises a brow as I groan, âYou clearly work out.â He laughs at me. âLando! Iâm serious, youâre an athlete arenât you? Oh god I donât want to know. Do you play soccer? Youâve got the height for it.â
His jaw is dropped at this point, âCalling me hot then calling me short is insane!â
âI did not say, âhotâ!â I scoff, turning towards him, âTell me what you really do then. Are you in the Mafia?â
He sighs, leaning his head against the glass of his car. I hadn't realized before, but I'm much more comfortable here. Well, I suppose a McLaren has got to be more comfortable than a street corner.
Itâs quieter and definitely warmer. Plus, I do feel safe with Lando which is a bit odd because I just met the guy.
âIâm a formula 1 driver.â
Oh?
âOh.â I nod. I donât know anything about motorsport so I'm a bit lost, but I guess I got my answer, âSo you drive cars?â
He looks happy at my answer, his smile making my cheeks heat, âYeah⊠Yeah I drive cars.â
Lando Norris.
An interesting name for an interesting man. We stay in his car for another⊠hour? I donât know. I lose track of time when Lando starts telling me about everywhere heâs traveled.
He lets me rant or stay silent, something I've been waiting for all night. Or maybe all my life.
He leaves me for five minutes alone, in which I peek around his car, finding absolutely nothing but a golf ball and a bag of chips. He comes back with a smile on his face and an ask.
I move to the passenger seat, saying hi to his friends. He said that he wanted me to feel safe and after the conversation with his friends, I really do. I donât think I've ever laughed harder at a manâs friend group.
He plays âThank you for the musicâ on low while I look out the window, my hair blowing in the wind.
âHey uh-â he clears his throat, âCould I get your number? Just to check in tomorrow.â I bite my lip as he hands me his phone, smiling to myself as I type in my number.
âDont abuse it.â I joke as he taps his finger against the wheel.
He's grinning again, âCanât promise anything.â
I sigh, watching the city pass by me, some of the boats on the water quiet and some bright and loud. I like it here. Even if me crying had to get me in such a good mood.
âThanks for driving me.â
âOf course, I hope to do it again, one day.â
âYou know we're probably not going to see eachother again, right?â I see the corner of his mouth quirk downwards, âIâm going home tomorrow.â
âAnd I have access to private planes.â He shrugs as I scoff.
âLando. I just met you. What if I was some crazy stalker?â Does this man not know stranger danger?
He eyes me, âWell, are you?â
âNoâŠâ
âSo,â he glances at me, a curl falling into his face, âI'll see you soon.â
Sadly, my hotel isnât far and when he pulls up to the front, I get an odd sensation of sadness washing over me. âWant me to walk you up?â
I shake my head, âYouâve done enough for me.â I lean over the middle console and press a soft kiss to his cheek, âHave a good night, Lando.â
âYou too, Y/n.â I grab my bag, and slip out the expensive car, looking back one last time to see Lando watching me. His eyes are meaningful and something I have a feeling I wonât be forgetting anytime soon.
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would you mayhaps mind writing more toji x bunny!hybrid reader... perchance...
pretty pleek đ„ș
(ALSO I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM AHHH)
cw â€ïž bunny is a little weird ân loves sniffing tojiâs fat bawls ;( donât make fun of her ! toji makin bunny jealous , throatfuckin !!!
youâre a possessive, insatiable, and messy little thing. and although he does truly love every single one of your animalistic traits, itâs definitely something anybody would find out of the ordinary. not like he minds a bit.
âËâč â€ïž
toji adores the way you pout, eyes growing bleary when he tells you he needs to leave the home for work. itâs not so much him needing to do his job, but at the mention of a âsheâ twined into one of his sentences, and now itâs the only thing you find yourself focusing on.
he urges you not to cry, hoisting you onto his lap and pressing your hiccuping self into his warm chest before shushing you gently. but you donât see the ill-intentioned smirk that spreads across his plum lips as he soothes you from above.
âmhm, itâs an overnight mission, sâi wonât be home till tomorrow, bun.â
âa-are you going to sleep with her ? in the same bed ?â you question meekly, and toji lets out an unassuring hum.
toji loves working you up with his words, and bringing you back down with his cock. itâs so much of a game to him, but not to you.
your poor sensitive heart clenches when he offers no sort of affirmation, leaving your little mind to wonder aimlessly. your chest huffs with both frustration and anger at his pauses, quickly attempting to pull off his chest and away from the mean, mean man.
âi-i hate you !â
but no, he doesnât let you pull off. he holds you down tight, thighs clad against his meatier ones as his stiff cock prods against your warm cunt. âg-get.. away !â you yelp, turning away to avoid the man from seeing the falling tears that leak from your pretty eyes.
âshh, bunny. câmere.â he chuckles, pressing your resisting chest against his despite your tried efforts, pressing gentle kisses across your face covered with streaky tears. ââcourse âm not gonna sleep with her, dumb bunny.â you hiccup, refusing to look into him before plopping your cheek against his chest.
âliar . âm gonna kill her.â you whisper.
toji chuckles again, petting your hair and soft, fallen ears, pulling them up high to resemble your usual happy persona with perky ears.
âdonât be so naive, bun. âm yours, and yer mines. promise, hm ?â
âp-promise ?â
âi do, i promise.â he speaks, humping his bulge against your chubby cunt. you yelp, reaching out for tojiâs arms for support. âcâmere. let me make it up to my bunny for beinâ sâmean.â
â€ïž âËâč
the sunâs glare peeks through the translucent curtains, waking toji from his slumber. he groans, reaching his arm over expectingly, wanting nothing more but to envelop your soft body into his; just to feel his arm fall against soft sheets instead of your skin.
the sudden throbbing ache in between his legs feels much more prominent than before, his thigh twitching at the unfamiliar feeling.
he cracks an eye open, peeking down, andâŠ
he canât believe his eyes.
you; your insatiable little self, with his boxers tugged barely below his sack, and your little hand pushing back on the base of his cock. your nose is nuzzled against his fat, dewy balls, taking deep inhales of his musky scent. his vision trails down your other arm, leading his sight to your hand in between your soft thighs, erratically pumping two little digits in your chubby pussy while grinding onto a soft, white pillow all at once.
âmâmister⊠hnnn,â
your nose twitches incessantly, nuzzling the bud impossibly deep against his manhood, little pink tongue even slipping out to get a taste.
your ears flare out to the side of your body, hairs standing, cottontail twitching because he knows youâre just so close, youâre almost there, and your little pouting lips trying their hardest to keep your mewls quiet.
and finally, you let out a content cry, filthing your tiny fingers in thick, creamy cum. your humping comes to a slow, and you finish the job by leaving a long lick of saliva against tojiâs cock for one last moment of wonder.
toji canât help but laugh, scaring the bunny life out of you. you freeze, but he stops moving. itâs just a dream, right ? thereâs no way you woke him up.
and just when youâre about to scurry away, clean up your mess and slip back into the sheets as if nothing every happened, thereâs a hard tug on your sensitive little ears, one that drags you back towards your boyfriendâs standing cock where you were just a few seconds ago.
did you really think he wouldnât notice ? poor bunny.
you squeak, his cock is harshly pressed into your warm gaped, mouth, andâ
âwhat a rude bunny. usinâ me tâget that weeping cunny off without somethinâ in return. yâowe me this, hm ?â
âËâč â€ïž
âyâr so damn messy.â
toji grumbles, fingers threading through your hair, tugging at your ears.
his thighs are covered in your sticky slobber, strings of saliva dripping down his length and falling against his bushy base.
you donât care. a mess is easy to clean and temporary, but who knows when your owner will leave on a mission, allowing your mouth to be empty for days ?
your cheek bulges with his chub, his pre slipping against the soft flesh of your mouth and leaving a salted flavor against your tongue.
âcâmon, take it deeper.â toji urges, adjusting your little face by your hair so that his pudgy tip lays against your throat.
âbigggg stretch, bunny.â he giggles, watching your eyes widen and hands slap against his meaty thigh when he presses down your unprepared throat, stretching the resistant flesh violently. you gag a multitude of times, mouth leaking uncontrollably as if youâre lubing toji for a smoother process.
âlooks like this messy bunny mouth does have some good use fâit, hm ?â
â€ïž âËâč
#jjk#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#toji smut#fushiguro toji x reader#toji <3#toji toji toji toji#jujutsu toji#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji zenin#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji fushiguro smut#toji x you#toji x y/n#bunny hybrid#cw hybrids#toji x reader smut#drabbles ââ
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rookie love | oscar piastri social media au
pairing: oscar piastri x hamilton!reader
sure it's a rookie mistake to lose it in a corner, but is it a rookie mistake to fall in love with lewis hamilton's younger sister?
request from the lovely @starfriuts
MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI?
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f1: welcome the rookie class of 2023 !! 2021 f2 champion oscar piastri will race for mclaren, 2022 f2 champion y/n hamilton will be racing for aston martin and 2022 f2 runner up logan sargeant will be racing for williams!
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user1: MY prema girlies
user2: 2019 rookies i am so sorry but there's a new favourite in town
yourusername: two hamiltons on the grid i know that's right đ
đŻââïž
lewishamilton: they hate us cause they ain't us
yourusername: they can't handle the sass
lewishamilton: neither can the fia
yourusername: ... yeah i've been briefed :(
user3: okay, walk with me. if y/n does all of grill the grid, lewis might do the secret santa again
user4: hopes and prayers
fernandoalo_oficial: i'm teammates with a rookie hamilton, i think i've seen this film before
yourusername: i lived through that old man, don't think i won't use your own tricks on you
fernandoalo_oficial: well there's no dna test necessary here
yourusername: the slay is hereditary, but clearly skipped your generation
fernandoalo_oficial: HEY
oscarpiastri: get her jade
fernandoalo_oficial: EY?
user5: the way the grid are not ready for how ride or die y/n and oscar are for each other
user6: bro just quoted COCO MONTRESE for her i am so ready
logansargeant: dude we're getting the band back together
oscarpiastri: f1 boyband have nothing on us
yourusername: xnda who?
lewishamilton: :/
yourusername: no one is safe sorry lew @charles_leclerc you're next piano boy
charles_leclerc: WHAT
user7: i know the aston martin pr department sweating buckets with both fernando and y/n
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yourusername: the hamilton name comes with the wardrobe
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user8: finally lewis has some competition
user9: if there's something a hamilton is going to do it's going to be wearing a monochromatic outfit.
lewishamilton: was the third photo really necessary?
yourusername: yes!
lewishamilton: you're so corny
yourusername: i know this man ain't speaking.... DIGITAL FOOTPRINT
lewishamilton: girl. i've read your diary and your code names don't mean SHIT
yourusername: YOU WHAT?
lewishamilton: got bored when you had a work call ?
yourusername: come to aston's hospitality i got something to show you
lewishamilton: just text me
yourusername: no. spoiler: it's my FOOT up your ASS
user10: so i thought the tussles would be between fernando and y/n not y/n and lewis
georgerussell63: this is just how they are, they'll be besties again in like two minutes
oscarpiastri: why is my outfit not on here you said i slayed :(
yourusername: you did slay !!
landonorris: he literally wore a team shirt and chinos
yourusername: yes but on the oscar scale that is a slay
oscarpiastri: exactly
landonorris: ok?
yourusername: watch your tone mr. norris, you're being awfully loud for a ripped skinny jeans owner đ€š
landonorris: ????
oscarpiastri: :)
user11: okay i think i get the whole ride or die thing now
logansargeant: believe me it gets worse
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lewishamilton: bucket list moment ticked off to share a podium in f1 with my baby sister !!
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user14: two hamiltons in f1 and on the podium before gta 6
user15: we got two hamiltons on the podium but still can't escape a max win
yourusername: thank you for not posting the picture of me bawling my eyes out
lewishamilton: i thought i'd be nice, just this once. i'm proud of you
yourusername: thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu. insane to be on the podium with my biggest idol
maxverstappen1: y/n that's very kind of you
lewishamilton: really?
yourusername: đ đ đ đ đ đ đ
maxverstappen1: saw the opportunity and had to go for it
yourusername: i respect that
lewishamilton: but i am your biggest idol right?
yourusername: yes.
user16: max really out here like i will make a double hamilton podium about me LOL
oscarpiastri: that's my best friend GO BEST FRIEND
yourusername: oscar piastri podium coming soon @mclaren get ur shit together
oscarpiastri: PR KNOW SHE DOESN'T MEAN THAT
yourusername: no i mean every word i wanna be on the podium with oscar :(
oscarpiastri: slumber party ?
yourusername: i'll be there @logansargeant u coming?
logansargeant: i don't really feel like third wheeling
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logansargeant: if you're buying the room service - yeah
user17: LOGAN WE SAW THAT
user18: y/n x oscar truthers we have some more evidence for the board
user19: gets first woman in f1 on the podium... immediately assumes sheâs in a relationship with another driver
user20: i see where you're coming from but watch the prema videos and tell me there's no tension there
user21: idk if oscar can handle all of that ...
user22: i have faith in my goofy lil guy
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user22: WHAT
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user23: okay you shipper bitches may have had a point...
yourusername: when pookie calls you pookie you know it's real
fernandoalo_oficial: i have never felt older than when i listen to you and oscar talk for more than five minutes
yourusername: the girls who get it, get it
oscarpiastri: and the girls who don't.... well
fernandoalo_oficial: i am a 42 year old man
yourusername: and it shows
oscarpiastri: ... oop
user24: oh they annoying... KEEP GOING
lewishamilton: so this is what you left the after party for?
yourusername: yeah and what about it?
lewishamilton: okay like maybe i need to separate you and oscar cause why are you eating me up
yourusername: i'm me but oscar is a victim of the sassy man apocalypse
oscarpiastri: guilty as charged (i learnt everything from your sister)
user25: you guys acting like oscar being like this is a surprise ... we didn't all see him scalp alpine last summer?
user26: the way in my head him and y/n wrote that tweet together and were giggling the whole time
yourusername: we can neither confirm or deny
user27: that's confirmation to me
logansargeant: when will the logan sargeant erasure end?
yourusername: when you serve as much as me?
logansargeant: i am TRYING
yourusername: plus this is an appreciation post for me, stop trying to steal opportunities from women
logansargent: HUH?
oscarpiastri: so disappointing from you logan...
logansargeant: i'm so done with you two
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user31: WHO IS THAT MAN?
user32: my brain (psychosis) tells me it is oscar
user33: i'll believe you
lewishamilton: HOW DARE YOU SOFT LAUNCH WITHOUT TELLING ME
yourusername: girl. sort the tone and i'll call you
lewishamilton: do you think i am dumb? i know exactly who that is, i just need the confirmation so i can beat his ass
yourusername: why would i tell you if you're gonna beat his ass?
lewishamilton: JUST TELL ME
yourusername: you'll have to find me to do that, see you in zandvoort xxx
user34: i think lewis is having brocedes flashbacks
user35: i know bro is PACING
fernandoalo_oficial: you wanna give me a tow in qualifying?
yourusername: why would i do that old man?
fernandoalo_oficial: @lewishamilton i know.
lewishamilton: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? FERNANDO KNOWS?
yourusername: NOT ON PURPOSE HE'S JUST NOSEY AND LIKES TO READ MY TEXTS OVER MY SHOULDER
fernandoalo_oficial: guilty đ
yourusername: fine. one tow.
fernandoalo_oficial: thanks girly
user36: we have to study the girlypopification of fernando since being teammates with y/n
oscarpiastri: it's missing pookie hours
yourusername: i am having separation anxiety
user37: these hoes think we don't know đ
user38: they think they're throwing us on their scent ... YALL NOT SUBTLE
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user39: sorry max we got an oscar win we don't care about your championship win
yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO POOKIE
oscarpiastri: slumber party is gonna eat i fear (why do we have to race tomorrow?)
yourusername: you know who else ate? YOU TODAY
oscarpiastri: hehehehe i guess i did
yourusername: no i am so fucking proud of you
oscarpiastri: love you
yourusername: luv you too
user40: okay so they're just playing with our feelings now?
landonorris: proud of you bro (please turn down the beyonce)
oscarpiastri: don't make me enter my lemonade era
landonorris: are you threatening me with a brocedes?
oscarpiastri: maybe?
yourusername: lmao watch your ass lando, i gave him the play-by-play i was in the brocedes trenches
lewishamilton: 1. happy for you oscar 2. SHUT THE FUCK UP
oscarpiastri: oops?
yourusername: sorry lewis, we'll stop joking about britney if you finally call him
nicorosberg: stop calling me that
lewishamilton: why are you here?
nicorosberg: just observing...
user41: poor lewis having his trauma used as a joke đ
logansargeant: i'm defo skipping this slumber party
user42: you want to elaborate?
logansargeant: no. i don't think i will
user43: JUST SPILL
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yourusername: got my first win, me and my boyfriend are better than you x
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user44: I FUCKING KNEW IT
user45: i'm gonna need all the bitches who came for me for shipping them so give me my flowers
oscarpiastri: finally. you're too cute not to kiss all the time
yourusername: then hurry up and come here
oscarpiastri: gladly
user46: no i think he actually went, these bitches usually never shut the fuck up
lewishamilton: ...
georgerussell63: oscar RUN THE BREATHING TECHNIQUES AREN'T WORKING
alexalbon: no he's actually going to scrap you RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
landonorris: those dumbasses don't know what is about to hit them
yourusername: why is logan texting me 911 who is being dramatic
yourusername: wait
yourusername: is that him already
georgerussell63: yes for such a short man he's surprisingly fast
lewishamilton: OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
yourusername: no!
lewishamilton: I JUST WANNA TALK
oscarpiastri: your tone is scaring me
yourusername: OSCAR NO
lewishamilton: OPEN THE DOOR
user47: it's been 20 mins, can we have an update
oscarpiastri: i am alive!
lewishamilton: regardless of what just happened, i am so proud of you y/n !!
yourusername: i love you big brother :))))))
lewishamilton: you're such an inspiration, here's to many more!
user48: lewis being all supportive now after he's scrapped oscar?
lewishamilton: i didn't fight him, he had 30 seconds to convince me not to kill him
oscarpiastri: i did very well :)
lewishamilton: sure
yourusername: you did great babe
oscarpiastri: :)
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oscarpiastri: please don't put me into the barriers lewis, i love your sister
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user51: i think it's safe to say that the 2023 rookies have out done the 2019 rookie sorry not sorry
yourusername: POOKIE, I LOVE YOU POOKIE
oscarpiastri: I LOVE YOU TOO POOKIE
logansargeant: can i like have a medal or some championship points for 1. dealing with this nonsense and 2. keeping this a secret
yourusername: you're our favourite third wheel? that's all i got
oscarpiastri: we also pay for your room service every time
logansargeant: ... fine
user52: they're all so close to me, need y/n and oscar to be the first husband and wife to both win a championship
yourusername: that's the plan đ€
oscarpiastri: are you PROPOSING TO ME?
yourusername: not yet...
oscarpiastri: hehehehehehe
lewishamilton: SLAM ON THE BRAKES, I JUST GOT USED TO THIS LET'S NOT BRING UP MARRIAGE
yourusername: maybe you need to leave your slag era so i can wife oscar
lewishamilton: DO NOT SLUTSHAME ME
user53: the hamilton piastri house about to be ground zero for the sassy man apocalypse
landonorris: you people are so grossly in love, how did we miss it?
alexalbon: speak for yourself it was so obvious
yourusername: we we're pretty obvious
oscarpiastri: yeah i can confirm that when we told you we were having a pillow fight, we were not
landonorris: WHAT
lewishamilton: delete this.
fernandoalo_oficial: @yourusername did you guys do this so you didn't have to give me a tow?
yourusername: yes xoxoxo
note: i hope you enjoy. life is insane right now but i got my first article at the top of the google rankings so there's that. also ordered my graduation gown and dress!! much love x
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Pairing:Â best friend!mingi x reader Genre: [+18]Â smut w/o plot Warnings:Â jussss smut, enjoy a/n: first fic on this blog yay
the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad.
I mean, you always knew that your best friend was hot â you had eyes, for god's sake! â but holy shit.
it started when you ran out of cat food. you were an attentive cat owner, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, you had the worst week for your mental state. exams after exams, studying 'till the library basically had to kick you out and group projects with lazy people... so that's how it ended up with your cat screaming at the top of their lungs and waking you up from your power nap.
mingi happened to be around because, guess what, you also forgot about your plans to watch that new anime that he rambled all about for the past month, and truly, you wanted to be able to enjoy some quality time with him, but you fell asleep as quick as his cursor pressed play on the screen, the warmth that irradiated from both inside his hoodie that you were wearing to where your head laid on his shoulder was too cozy.
so when you got up to feed the cat, your heart dropped, and you saw the grocery list accumulating dust on top of the counter, the 'cat food' underlined three times. you looked outside the windows of your small apartment and saw that the simple drizzle from before now turned into a full on storm, and all you could do was lean onto the counter and bawl your eyes out.
mingi was startled but tried to comfort you somehow, not really sure of what he could do to help, and as you tried to tell him between hiccups and tears, he quickly grabbed his jacket and told you that he would be right back.
twenty minutes later, a full-on drenched mingi stood on the doorstep, chest heaving as he took off his shoes and the same jacket, now in a darker tone from the wetness. you stared back from your couch, as you were curled into the throw blankets, eyes widened.
you almost forgot about the cat food.
in your defense, it should be illegal the way his white tee clung to his abs so sinfully highlighting each of his muscles. and when he rose his arms to take off his cap and ran his fingers between wet strands of hair that framed his cheekbones, your eyes fixated on the way his sweats clung onto dear life to his v-line.
holy fuck. jesus christ. oh my god. whatever divinity that was out there.
"you okay?" he asked, as if he was expecting your answer and you shook your head, trying to escape the trance you found yourself in.
"what? why?"
"i asked if i could use your shower" he placed the single bag with the cat food on the counter as he tried not to wet your floor.
you can use me, for sure; you thought to yourself.
"yeah, yeah, go ahead" you nodded and he took his shirt off on the way to the bathroom.
you quickly jumped from the couch to feed the cat â since that was the prime reason for all the ruckus. as you put the blocks of minced meat on the food bowl, you caught yourself fantasizing about it again.
how good he should be looking, as droplets of rain still lingered on his skin as he took of the sweatpants slowly, leaving only the boxers that perfectly held his firm thighs and secured hisâ
meow, you looked down, to find that a block of meat fell beside the bowl and you took a deep breath. control yourself.
you blamed the ovulation. or maybe the fact that you haven't been sexually active in a while. or that movie that had hot scenes with your favorite actor... gosh you were a horny mess.
but your life has basically been all about your studies lately, and the stress was clouding your reasoning, making you feel like impulsive decisions were now worth a lot, and that's how you found yourself standing outside your bathroom door, idly looking at it with your hand raised, on the way to give it a knock.
the thing is, the moment you found the courage to do it, the door opened from the inside, and only mingi's torso popped out, in the middle of calling your name, but now confused that you were on the other side.
all that led to the both of you sitting on the edge of your bed, with him only wearing a towel around his hips, not staring at each other as the silence overcame the storm from outside.
"so... you want to suck my dick...?" he simply repeated your words from minutes ago.
it would be comical if it wasn't so tragic.
"yes."
"are you feeling okay?" he asked.
"yes."
"'then... how should we do it?"
you took another sharp breath, your lungs almost failing you as your mind tried to disassociate from your body. leaving the bed to kneel in front of him, you kept your eyes focused on his face, his lips parted as his eyes were half-lidded. from all the years you'd known him, you knew that he was probably overthinking it and trying to figure out what was happening. but neither you could tell.
your fingers slid to the towel and as you were going to take it off, his hand flew to yours, holding it softly. he pulled you towards him in a swift movement and placed his palm on your cheek, nose now brushing against yours. soon after, you felt the plumpness of his lips onto yours.
"wait" he leaned back cautiously, as though any minor movement would startle you like a scared kitten. his eyes overthinking each and every detail. "I want to kiss you first."
and as if you were waiting for that to snap, you grabbed his neck and pulled his face lower so you could slide your tongue into his mouth. his big hands fell to your hips and grabbed firmly, decided not to let you run away.
you kinda wondered before how good of a kisser mingi was, your friends joked around saying that it must be good since he has fat lips, but you usually kept those thoughts at bay, not really wanting to dive into your hidden desires. it wasn't like you, to explore and try new things. you became friends a long time ago, and when he earned that title, you felt like it would be too messy to see him as anything else.
but you weren't dumb, of course you'd noticed how a blush crept to his cheeks whenever you grabbed one of his hoodies, or how he would stutter when others teased him about you. he wasn't good at hiding things, and you weren't good at ignoring them.
one of his hands snuck to your neck and the pulled you closer, his breathing growing heavier to the point that you could hear a faint groan from his throat.
shit, you moaned.
he let go of your face and you leaned back, a little ashamed of the noise that escaped you, but mingi didn't seem to mind, in fact, his cheeks could be mistaken to a tomato. he shifted in his place and you noticed the tent in his pants. oh.
placing a final kiss on his cheek, you maintained eye contact as you lowered yourself to your knees, hands falling to his covered member, feeling the warmth through the towel and earning a sharp gasp from him. licking your lips, you only broke the intense stare to undo the lousy knot, uncovering his lower body.
oh. OH.
how did he hide that monstrous thing all along?
"uh... pants, I guess..." he said almost in a whisper, and then you realized that you were thinking out loud.
"shit, I mean, it's not a bad thing" you placed your hand at the base of his cock, wrapping your palm around it and the boy hissed. "I just... didn't expect that."
"so you thought about it before?" touché. you deflected by giving him a slow tug.
before he could say anything else, you lowered your head and wrapped your lips around him.
"fffuck-" he let out, throwing his head back.
you started bobbing your head at a slower pace, quickening each time he groaned, and listened to his raspy moans as if they were songs hidden in heaven. his hand ran through your hair, pulling at the strands just light enough to make you whine, the vibrations helping into the pleasure.
"pleaseâ" he pled, eyes fixated on you and wet hair sticking to his face. he couldn't look any better, you noted.
mingi stared right into your soul with deep, dark eyes. his nose was flaring up and trying to keep up with the sharp breaths that left his parted mouth. it was as if he belonged in that position, and you wished that you had midas touch to keep him like that forever.
"so pretty" you said more to yourself than to him, and one of your fingers snuck into his mouth, and he wrapped those plump lips around it to suck.
feeling his tongue under your skin made shivers run down your spine, and even though you tried to take in more, he pulled you towards him once more, now landing you onto his lap. mind you, his naked lap. your pajama shorts did nothing to the mixture of pre-cum and saliva that rubbed under fabric. you hoped he couldn't feel the wetness that was forming between your legs.
kissing you again, you wondered how your teeth were not clashing at all from the desperation that exuded from both parts. you wanted him as much as he ever had wanted you, and it didn't seem like a real experience. the euphoria that overtook you made you feel almost dizzy from all the exchange in pheromones and fluids, holy fuck, you wanted to stay like that forever.
while he kissed you, mingi's hand went to the bottom of your shorts, holding you so you wouldn't fall as he took them off, leaving you in his hoodie and panties. you didn't remember what kind of underwear you wore, but you hoped to whatever god that was out there that it was something without a hole or anything.
without taking the panties off, he slid them to the side and ran both his middle and ring fingers along your folds, the new feeling making you jump a little, and he giggled. the motherfucker giggled.
"jeez... can't wait to be inside you" he said against your lips, hissing as you gave him an experimental roll of your hips.
holding your panties to the side, he grabbed his cock and aligned himself to your folds, placing the tip inside and a loud whimper fell from your mouth. you knew that it would take more effort to get him inside, he was the biggest you've ever been with, and mingi also seemed to notice that, so he touched you as if you were made of glass.
the warmth of his hot member now sheathing inside your pussy felt like too much, and the room felt foggy, just as your breaths. he kissed the side of your neck, licking up to your ear and groaning ever so slightly, as if he had noticed how much you reacted to those sounds, using them now against you.
the moment you reached the bottom, you felt as if your internal organs would combust. his dick felt like too much and too good, you drank from the sensations and the tingles that your body left each time he moved an inch, clenching around him. you reached your hands to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing, but his hand left your lower back to stop yours.
"leave it on" he looked up at your face with puppy eyes. "I want to fuck you in my clothes."
OH. FUCK.
you moaned into his mouth and slowly started to move your hips. you could've cum just from his words, but you tried your best to concentrate in making him feel good.
"you feel so good around me" he whined, a short moan leaving his lips to meet yours again.
you didn't know how you looked at that moment, probably a mess. from taking in all the sensations, his huge cock and the way he looked like a whiny mess under you... you felt powerful, and he was letting you use him to your wishes.
"please, please" he whined even more, probably taking notes that you got off from that.
"what is it, big boy?" as soon as the words fell from your mouth, you questioned yourself. is this really me?
"let me fuck you right" his hips shot up, taking you by surprise with a gasp and he bit your collarbone. "I wanna be good for you- wanna make you feel good."
"use me however you want" you said in a desperate tone. not even minding how it looked to him, you truly wanted everything from him.
with one arm sneaking around your back and the other on your neck, he moved you further into the bed, now on top of you. he didn't say anything else, only left a small kiss on the corner of your mouth and gave you a slow thrust.
the most high pitched moan fell from your lips, and you didn't care to be embarrassed. not when he was pleading for you, having your body wrapped so deliciously around him, the same as his.
you could write paragraphs and paragraphs about the way he looked; the occasional lightnings shining against his wet skin, highlighting each of his curves and muscles while his hair fell above his forehead, now a mess from the way you rushed your fingers between strands.
mingi kept rolling his hips against yours, and words kept falling randomly from your mouth, meddling with moans and sobs, you felt so cockdrunk that even the slightest stimulation coming from him could make you shed tears. felt so fucking good that got you questioning every life choice you've ever made to this point, as if everything was a part of god's plan for you to end up right under your best friend, as his touches made love to your limbs.
"hm-ugh- feels so fucking- oh my god" you kept going on and on, not even sure yourself what you were saying, but mingi wasn't falling behind.
the knot had already taken place on your lower body, each of his thrusts feeling more intense than the other. you could tell he was getting closer from the way his teeth were nipping on your neck and his thrust were growing sloppier.
"please-ah!-please, let me cum inside you" he left your neck to look at you, and you felt the knot tightening and your legs starting to tremble. "let me fill you nice and full- please"
"yes, I want all of you" you almost screamed when he took that as confirmation to grab your back and glue his chest to yours, sharpening his thrusts.
it finally snapped and you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore. he held you so close as if he could melt into your skin and become one, and with a final thrust, he whined and groaned and screamed and did everything so involuntarily, almost animalistic, and your mind was too dazed to even comprehend anything else besides the way that your pussy gripped him so tight, keeping his hot seed inside you. you didn't want to let it go.
you were still spasming from your orgasm when he let go of your body and snapped your legs apart, taking place in between them, nuzzling his nose onto your pubic bone and feasting. his tongue lapped each of yours and his juices without mind, sucking, kissing, moaning, grunting, only to prolong the way your climax came down; you screamed so hard that your lungs burned.
falling limp on the bed covers, he let go, going back on top of you with the support of his arms and knees, face leveled to yours when he placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose and another one to your forehead.
"did it help you de-stress?" he joked and you placed one of your arms onto your eyes.
scoffing, you shook your head. "holy shit, I'm in love with you."
he gave you a slight push and rolled to his side, still staring at you with a darker flush across his chest and neck.
"well, I'm yours" he said and you licked your lips, sneaking a glance from under your arm.
"yeah, you better be."
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Summary: modern!Aemond takes his girlfriend home with him for the semester break over summer. He had already forgotten that he barely got any peace and quiet in his old room.
Wordcount: 1.717
Warnings: tiny smuttish part, but also not really, mentions of an unwanted lap dance, lots and lots of fluff
Present
They heard something rumbling loudly against the door. "Urgh. Fuck. Aemond?" shouted Aegon through the door.
(Y/n) laughed silently and shook an equally smirking Aemond, who was lying on her stomach.
2 months before
Aemond was unusually nervous for his ratio. He had never brought anyone home before. It was unusual. He felt strangely naked, as she paced around his room, looking at the books and posters from his school days.
When a grin appeared on her face, he knew immediately what was coming.
"Aha!" She pulled the CD case from the shelf and held it up triumphantly. "I knew it!",she grinned at him.
He just rolled his eyes and put the My Chemical Romance CD back in its place. "Behave.", was all he said.
Her smile softened. Her arms gently wrapped around his neck and pulled him in for a soft kiss.
"Close the door! Would you?", they heard someone laugh. None other than Aegon stood in the doorway and grinned at them both. "We don't want mummy to think you're promiscuous."
"Wow. That was a difficult word for you.", Aemond replied in a calm voice, but (Y/n) could see the tension in his jaw.
"At least I'm not a twenty-year-old virgin.", Aegon rolled his eyes and walked away again.
(Y/n) scratched his neck reassuringly. "So this is Aegon?"
He grumbled in agreement, annoyed.
"You exaggerated a bit with his hair. I was almost expecting a half bald head.", she turned his mind to another topic, knowing full well that he was largely uncomfortable with the subject of sex.
"You didn't see him after rehab. He was close."
She laughed lightly.
He lay relaxed on the bed. (Y/n) half beneath him. His head lay on her chest and he savoured the delicate fingers, as they ran over his scalp and through his long strands.
Sleeptoken was playing softly in the background, but he focussed more on her heartbeat, which he could now hear so clearly.
His eyes had fallen shut at the caresses, his breathing was calm and deep.
Everything was beautiful. Everything was good. Everything-
"Aemond we - Oh sorry."
Both their gazes shot in the direction of the roughly flung open door. His mum stood in the doorway, a little embarrassed. "We'll order something from the Italian. Please come downstairs... And put a shirt on Aemond!"
He dropped his face into the crook of her neck and groaned in annoyance. "I should have taken a hotel.", he grumbled.
She kissed his temple. "Just locking up is cheaper, I think."
"We don't have to.", she explained quietly.
Aemond shook his head. "I want to try it.", he admitted, still looking nervous. "But only on you for now.", he confessed quickly.
She stroked his hair. "Okay."
"You sure?"
She nodded with a smile.
Aemond cleared his throat. He had come a long way since he was a boy and a teenager, but the memory of that night was still so present.
Aegon had dragged him along to his birthday. He doesn't know what he'd expected, but it hadn't been a stripper.
He and his friends had cheered her on as she danced on Aemonds lap. He had never felt so overwhelmed und uncomfortable. The fact that he had come in his pants less than two minutes later had, of course, taken the mockery to the extreme.
They had bawled and Aemond had simply run away until he could lock himself in the bathroom, where he washed himself three times in a row in an attempt to wash off the shame.
"Hey." He felt her hand on his cheek. He pulled himself from his memory. "It's just me here. No one else." She smiled so warmly at him again. And she was right. The rest of his family was gone tonight, except for Haelena. But she rarely left her bugs voluntarily anyway.
He nodded, but still buried his face briefly on her shoulder. "Can I?," he asked, stroking her waistband with his fingers.
She nodded with a smile.
He carefully slipped his hand under the elasticated fabric and immediately came across the top of her panties. He looked at her questioningly again. She simply nodded. His fingers travelled deeper. He felt light stubble and took in the slightly scratchy feeling beneath his fingertips. He drew a few exploratory circles.
"Does that bother you?", she asked a little hesitantly, but he immediately shook his head.
"Not at all."
He let his fingers wander deeper until he felt what he was looking for. He groped around a little awkwardly and blindly. Searching for what he had already read about. She tenderly pushed her hand towards his. Grasped his fingers and brought them into position. She calmly showed him how to move them. He followed her with concentration.
She sighed slightly and withdrew her hand again. He tried himself out. Experimented. Memorised what caused which reaction.
And he realised, that this was okay. It was even kind of nice. It was-
The door to his room opened again. Helaena poked her head into the room. She didn't pay any attention to the situation of the two of them, frantically trying to present themselves in a more socially acceptable manner.
"Helaena!", shouted Aemond reprovingly.
She looked absolutely neutral in return. "Have you seen my Tarantula? She's run off."
"Your what?", asked (Y/n) immediately in alarm.
"My Tarantula. She-"
"Rethorical question.", explained Aemond immediately. "And no."
"Okay."
The door closed again.
"Please tell me that Tarantula is the name of your cat."
"Don't worry about it. The creature is ancient. It probably just turned to dust."
"Found her!", Heelena shouted from the corridor.
"Great.", Aemond called back, only slightly annoyed.
(Y/n) was still sitting tensely on his bed. "What do you say we-"
"Chinese or Thai?" he asked.
"Chinese."
"I'll just wash my hands and get the car.", he explained and stood up humbly. Would he ever have a quiet evening in this house?
"I love you.", she called after him tensely.
"Love you too.", he called back with a sigh.Â
They made out violently. She was sitting on his old desk and had her legs wrapped around his hips like a snake.
His centre kept twitching slightly forward. His family was gone, even his sister, and the damn door was locked.
Aemond pressed himself against her even more than he already did. His hands wandered under her top. His lips broke away from hers and travelled to her neck. He was ready. He was sure. He felt comfortable with her. He wanted this.
"To bed?", he asked, slightly out of breath.
She nodded eagerly. "Please.", she sighed. He lifted her from the table and carried her towards the bed. She took off her own top and threw it somewhere. He did the same.
She was already sitting down on the mattress and pushed herself into the middle of it, when Aemond tried to get out of his trousers.
He lay down on top of her. Their lips met. He sighed, when he felt her hands on his bare back.
He was just sliding his hands into the waistband of her trousers when he heard the click of the lock. He frantically threw half of the blanket over (Y/n) to cover her body as his grandfather stood in the doorway.
He looked at them both in astonishment.
"Excuse me.", he nodded briefly to (Y/n). "Otto Hightower. The grandfather." He introduced himself impassively.
"Hello." (Y/n) waved back, overwhelmed.
"You still have my encyclopaedia.", he explained, turning to Aemond.
He looked at him perplexed. "Couldn't you have just called me?"
Otto just raised an eyebrow. "The book, Aemond.", he demanded.
Aemond stood up angrily, took the book from the shelf and pressed it into his grandfather's hand.
"Could we have some privacy now, please?"
Otto just waved him off. "But don't get her pregnant. We don't need any more complaints like your brother's."
He didn't even look at them again. He simply left the house.
Aemond breathed in and out in a controlled manner.
He turned round with a jerk and pulled his trousers back on.
"Aemond, it's all-"
"Get dressed. We're driving."
"Driving? Where?"
"To a hotel.", he explained curtly and held out her top.
(Y/n) looked at him in surprise. "So we're not stopping?", she asked, half teasingly, half cheerfully.
Aemond looked at her insistently. "Not if you don't want to."
She smiled. "Let's go then."
The night was mild. Mild enough that they didn't try to put as much distance between them as possible. Just touching fingers or knuckles.
No. Aemond had snuggled up to her chest and (Y/n) held him in a relaxed grip.
They both lingered in the land of dreams, knowing that the door was locked and the key was still in it.
They had had their peace and quiet all evening. No one had gotten on their nerves. Aemond had snuggled up to her as he usually only did in his own flat. A place where no one could go without his permission. The key in the lock wasn't the highend security system in his flat, but it reassured him enough.
Even in his dreams, he still had the feeling that he had finally triumphed when he was suddenly and rudely torn from this world.
A loud, breaking sound rang out. The sound crashed into the room like a bang.
And with the noise, Aegon smashed in too.
"Oaaa! Fuck!", he exclaimed, annoyed, then he laughed clearly drunk.
Aemond and (Y/n) immediately sat upright in bed. (Y/n) looked perplexed at Aegon.
Aemond looked at the hole in the wall that had once been his door, now lying as splinters of wood on the floor.
"I didn't get the curve.", Aegon laughed, still on the floor. "Sorry little brother."
Present
"Stable.", (Y/n) stated, when she had her laughter under control again.
"Steel core with a security lock. Standard for banks.", explained Aemond relaxed.
He firmly grabbed her hand, which she had withdrawn during her fit of laughter, and put it back on his head.
"Don't stop.", he just sighed and closed his eye again. A slight smile played around his lips.
She kissed the top of his head with a smile and complied.
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ooooh a fic where reader and Tom reacts to the tiktok edits of them plsâš
Internet Boyfriend || Tom Blyth x Actress!reader
A/n: I LOVE THIS HAHAHHAHA also yes, I did add the links to the tiktok edits đ
Warnings: none :)
Wc:
Divider by @pommecita
âFirst of all, congratulations on satisfying this fan of the original series,â The women points to herself, âThats what we like to hear,â You smile, âLike this film is epic! But uh we need to all about something really really serious first,â You nod, anticipating the questioning.
âY/n,â You eyebrows shoot up as you tilt your head, âDo you think Tom is ready,â You and Tom look at each other, âto become the internetâs boyfriend? Cause I donât think he realises whatâs about to happen,â Tom looks taken aback as he looks at you.
âIâve been saying this for so long too!â You meet Tomâs gaze, âI did not expect that question,â He shakes his head lightly laughing. âBeyond the internet boyfriend, itâs just he gives such a beautiful performance in this film and after our first premiere in Berlin, I grabbed his face in the car on the way back to the hotel and I just bawled my eyes out to him, remember that?â You look to him, a smile on your face.
âYep,â He chuckles, looking down, âBecause as an actor and his girlfriend I was just so proud to witness the rise of Tom Blyth in movie making, itâs such a beautiful thing and thereâs no one more deserving out there, truly.â You say in appreciation as you and Tom lock eyes.
He puts his hand on his heart, âThank you,â He says, truly moved by what you said, âThatâs so sweet of you,â You lean your head against his shoulder and his arm wraps around your shoulder. âYouâre welcome,â You say to him, looking up as you place a light kiss on his jawline.
âBoth your performance is honestly just spectacular, I love the two of you, I wish I was there in person to witness it,â She jokes as you all laugh along with her. âAnother thing I wanted to ask, specifically aimed to you Tom,â He looks at the women expectantly.
âThe girls on tiktok are loving it already, are you ready,â Tom scratches the back of his neck, âOh God,â As you already start laughing knowing where she was going with this question, âAre you ready for the Snow thirst edits? How do you feel about them,â Itâs silent for a few seconds as Tom looks at the floor, a smile on his face.
âItâs begun babe,â You squeeze his arm. âUh- Iâm not on tiktok and I try to stay off online, as much as possible, uhm which is difficult these days- but I donât see them often until people send them to me- So stop sending themâ Tom looks at the camera as you throw your head back, losing it already as you laugh.
âAs someone who has tiktok and thoroughly enjoy the edits of the movie, I do send them to Tom-â âYou send them all the time! Itâs embarrassingaâ You both intertwine hands and laugh out loud. âI donât really send you the thirst trap ones, mostly just the ones about how blue your eyes are and how great of an actor you are,â
âWell speaking of it, we actually have a few thirst traps of you Tom, lined up for you to react to,â Tom drops his head as you start giggling, âOh my god,â âHere we go,â You say in as you watch a crew member past you an IPad.
âOh dear god, this video is going to turn into a try not to cringe challenge video with y/n and Tom reacting to Coryoâ You sigh as you watch the first tiktok which is of Tom as Snow. https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNC4EmV8/
You immediately smile knowing you have already seen this tiktok. The interviewer starts laughing as you both watch Tomâs reaction to it. âI must say, Itâs very good,â Tom admits, âThis tiktok has 5.4 million views, and everyone is saying that this is the Coriolanus snow edit,â She says as you click on the comment section and read through the comments.
âI agree that is the Coriolanus snow edit aswell,â You chuckle. âOkay next one,â You say as Tom groans beside you, already very much embarrassed. https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNCVJCRX/
Your jaw immediately starts to drop upon hearing the audio. Tom covers his eyes as you and the interviewer laugh. âI love the beginning!â You say in between laughs, âWait what was the beginning?â Tom asks, âDid you not watch it?â
âI covered my eyes the second I heard my voice,â He admits with a silly grin on his face as you shake your head and rewatch it. âOh, I see,â He rubs his chin as you watch the next one. âOh Iâve seen this one!â Tom says as you both rewatch it. https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNCVkrxh/
âIâve always told Tom that everyone obsesses when he says Snow lands on top,â âYes! The fans go crazy!â The woman laughs along as Tom looks uncomfortable. âTom say it,â You nudge him as he gives you the âdonât make me do itâ look as you give him your puppy eyes, âfine,â He huffs.
He clears his throat as a joke before staring into the camera, âSnow lands on top,â He says in an insanely attractive voice as you fake faint. âWatch them edit this too,â You point out, âPlease no,â He covers his face in embarrassment as you pat his back, silently laughing.
âThis one, is one my favs actually,â The woman says as she shows you and Tom the tiktok. https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNC4wS5J/ You both crack up at the ending as actual tears started forming in Tomâs eyes. âOh my god heâs crying,â You slap his thigh as you lean over in your chair from laughter.
After a good 5 minutes the two of you calm down. âFor the next one, Y/n you can just go ahead and search up Tom Blyth on TikTok and pick whatever tiktok you want him to react to,â Your eyes lit up at the offer and you hurriedly take the iPad from Tomâs lap and type his name. Tom leans over to look at the iPad as you hide it from him, a mischievous glint in your eyes that he knows all too well.
You take your time as your scroll before one catches your eye. You watch it and your jaw immediately drops open. âWhat is it?â Tom says impatiently as your eyes flicker from Tom to the woman. âI donât know if I can even show this,â You cover your mouth.
âBabe, I donât think you want to see this,â You continue while Tom becomes impatient and curious. âJust show me!â You give a look to the interviewer as you show him the tiktok. Almost immediately, Tom turns it off and gets up from the screen as you stifle a laugh, watching him as he walks behind the camera, his hands on his hips.
âWhat did I just watch,â He says as you full on start to laugh to the point where you were on the ground laughing and had a stitch. âI should have stayed curiousâ Tom runs a hand down his face as he sighs and sits back down on the chair, laughing at you on the floor dying from laughter.
ïżœïżœïżœIâm so glad you find this amusing, sweetheart,â He playfully rolls his eyes as he offers his hand and helps you up. âMy eye makeup is most definitely ruined,â You say in between laughs as Tom grabs your face and wipes away the smudged mascara.
âOh my god! Iâm sorry I didnât even show you the tiktok!â You realise as the woman doing the interview snickers. âWe probably looked mentally insane,â You fan your face. The TikTok was of Coryo kissing your character in tbosas and the next clip was of Billy kissing Dulcinea which also happened to be played by you and the writing on the TikTok said âThis man kisses like he is starved, like she is the oxygen he needs to breathe,â
Tom was beyond embarrassed as he recalled both moments when he was kissing you on screen. âThis may be abit of TMI but ladies, heâs always been like that,â You cover the left side of your mouth as you whisper it to the camera before winking.
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Sharing bed with Seungmin
Chan; Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;
My Masterlist
Summary: After facing the horrible and vile beast and hurting your leg in the fight, your best friend offers to let you stay in his house. Where one thing might lead to another. Warning: cursing as always, there's no surprise there. Not proofread. Both Seungmin and Reader are quite goofy. Reader is gender neutral. Mentions of kissing.
A/N- Hey babies! I'mglad to say I'm back and well. I hope you'll like this fic. Reblogs and cooments are greatly appreciated. Feel free to request and send your thoughts if you have anyâ€ïž Word count- 1.8k
Having your own house is a beautiful experience. Itâs like an adventure of having your own kingdom and being a monarch. You have all the privacy and personal space one can dream of; you have peace and quiet; you have freedom to do whatever you want be it walking around butt naked or cooking up a three course meal at 3am; you can have random 3 am dance concerts and so on and so on. Most importantly you could do whatever you wanted to decorate and style it which is what you were busy doing right now.
Lately your Pinterest feed was full of various versions of colorful archways. People came up with so many interesting ways to add a pop of color to their house and it seemed quite easy to do so. So here you were perched on the stool unleashing your inner artist on your archway. Well at least that was the plan. Everything went to gutter when you saw a movement in the corner of your eye. You turned around made eye contact with probably the most disgusting and vile looking grasshopper ever. The horrific appearance of the beast made you scream so hard the beast also got startled and fucking jumped on you! Obviously you lost your shit at that too, your already shaky and unstable stool just couldnât take it anymore. One second you were screaming your lungs out the next second you were on the floor with your leg hurting like a bitch.
You must have made quite a lot of noise because almost immediately the front door of your house basically burst open and Seungmin rushed towards your hunching figure. You had almost forgotten he was supposed to come over. You had even left your door open for him. Quite convenient, because no way in hell would you be able to stand up and walk towards the door in this state. You sure as hell hoped you didnât break it.
âAre you okay? What happened?â Seungmin looked frantic as he nervously examined you. You wanted to keep your cool, you really did. But the pain and the shock took over your senses and the next thing you knew you were bawling your eyes out as Seungmin, confused and unsure of what to do, cradled your body close to his frame and tried to calm you down.
You were unsure of what happened next. You were pretty out of it. Maybe out of shock maybe because of the painkillers, who knows. Seungmin did most of⊠Well basically everything. He helped you get ready, took you to the hospital, did basically all the talking with the doctors, stayed with you through every procedure⊠He even took care of all the paperwork, bought all the meds and not once did he complain about anything! Even more, he bought you to his house! Well he said because you couldnât be trusted to be alone but you knew it was because he was worried, also you did complain quite a lot about being afraid of the beast lurking in your house. With your foot strained like this there wasnât even a possibility for you to run away from the hideous creature.
If you thought that he wasnât husband material before (oh no you were totally not crushing on your best friend, not at all!), he even made you dinner, which was just finger licking good! He made sure to step away to his room to make a call, but you could still hear how he asked Minho for tips. How could you not love him? He even called Minho! He hated asking him for help. He looked so good doing everything too, all you could think about was how you wanted to kiss him.
âYouâre the best Minnie.â You cheered as he helped you get to bed. He insisted that you take his bed, refusing to hear you protest. You loved how he always acted like everything was such a bother and then went out of his way to do it.
âShut it, Iâm only letting you sleep on my bed because knowing your clumsy ass youâll fall of the sofa and further injure yourself!â He grumbled as he tucked you in like you were a literal child.
âAww you do care about me.â You couldnât help but tease.
Seungmin only scoffed â âDonât push it!â
âI love you too!â- You mused, he rolled hie eyes at that but you could have sworn the corner of his lips lifted up. He was about to leave but you reached in just in time to grab his hand. Seungmin looked taken aback for a second but quickly gathered himself. âPlease stay?â You made sure to do your best puppy eyes and it worked! Seungmin immediately caved, but being a stubborn ass, he is he just plopped on you. Careful to not touch your leg but still with enough force to squish you.
Honestly, jokes on him because you only saw this as an opportunity to wrap your hands around him and tightly hug him. He âtriedâ to get free but you knew that this softie enjoyed the hug, the big ass smile on his face confirmed it. In mere sounds he stopped resisting and continued to just flop on you.
âWhat are you doing?â He huffed out while his face was adorned with the prettiest smile ever. God you couldnât understand how could he say anything bad about his smile or even think of hiding it. It was always so innocent and pure. It never failed to put a smile on your face, to light up your whole world.
âShowing how thankful I am?!â â To further prove your point you leaned in and gave him the fastest smooch on his cheek. Seungmin made sure to grimace as dramatically as possible, but as always, his arms wrapping around your waist told whole another story about how he felt.
âOh really? By kissing my cheek?â What a little shit. Now it was your time to roll your eyes. âAre you insinuating I should kiss you elsewhere?â You tried to not sound as hopeful as you actually felt.
Seungmin barked out a teasing laugh-âAs if you could, you donât have the guts for it!â
You quickly let go of him and crossed your arms to show your disdain, with equally matching scowl adorning your face. That didnât stop him from hugging your frame, in fact he tightened his hold around your waist. âHow dare you sir!â
Seungmin looked at you with challenging look, his eyes full of amusement. âWhat? Are you going to kiss me then?â His voice was teasing, you couldnât tell if he was actually for real or not. You couldnâtâ tell if you should challenge him or not.
âI just might!â â You challenged, thinking that you just might as well go with it. You could always play as if you were joking. You hated hiding your true feelings but anything was better than possibly losing him as a friend.
âWhat are you waiting for then?â? You thought you knew him the best but you couldnât really decipher what his face meant. Was he actually for real? Were you two about to cross the line that could possibly ruin your friendship either for the best or for the worst?
âDonât you dare regret it!â You whispered against his lips. When did Seungminâs face get so close? With every breath your lips slightly brushed against each other. You could smell the minty smell of his toothpaste. God you were really about to do it!
âWouldnât dream of it love.â His voice was low, almost like a whisper. God, you couldnât resist him anymore. Here went nothing. Bringing him closer with his face you finally connected your lips together.
His lips were a bit cold and chapped but nonetheless you loved how they felt against yours. Your whole heart was bursting with joy. Every drag of your lips against each other felt like heaven, you couldnât help but lean in for more. Seungmin must have also felt that way because he also kissed you like a starved man, like you were oxygen he needed to breathe. His hands had shifted from around your waist, one hand held your hip tightly while the other migrated to your neck and softly rested there. You also couldnât keep your hands to yourself, your one arm was wrapped around his shoulders as the other still held his cheek to have him as close as possible. His lips were almost addictive like a drug you didnât know needed in your life you just couldnât get enough.
Unfortunately for you, you had to lean back to get some air. You always thought that oxygen was overrated anyway but biology or whatever. Seungmin also seemed unimpressed to be away from your lips but that still didnât stop him from covering your whole face and neck with sweet kisses.
âI thought I was the one supposed to be the one saying thanks?â You couldnât help but giggle as he kissed the ticklish spot on your neck. Seungmin looked up to you for a second then quickly got up. Your heart clenched at the idea that you mightâve done something wrong but he immediately washed away those worries by walking around the bed and laying down on the bed next to you, under the same queen size cover.
You looked at him with wide eyes as he got more comfortable laying on his back and opened his arms for you almost like an invitation. âAll done!â
âWhat are you doing Min?â A smile crept up your face as you examined his mischievous smile.
âI just got more comfortable, you can thank me as much as you want now.â Seungmin answered proudly with the prettiest smirk adorning his face.
 You couldnât help but mirror the expression. âYouâre such a brat sometimes. What should I do with you?â
As if seriously thinking things over Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows and to be extra dramatic crossed his arms. You loved how giddy he felt after your kiss. It felt nice knowing you werenât the only one losing your shit on the inside.
Seungmin smiled, and you knew immediately he was about to smartass you. You tried to turn away from him to not give him the satisfaction but he was quicker. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you closer to his body, his forehead gently resting on yours. âYou love me!â After rolling your eyes at his goofyness you sighed in defeat and relaxed into the hug.
âYou know what? I do.â You leaned in and sealed your lips again to further confirm your feelings. You would have hurt your leg a long time ago if you knew it things would end up like this.
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Wildflower || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: Based on what Wildflower is about, helping your friend get through a breakup only to fall in love with her ex and breaking girl code and feeling haunted by what you know about their past relationship
Warnings: ANGST!!!!
Word count: 1,548
A/n: this song acc has me bawling you guys i love it sm
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divider by @h-aewo
Things fall apart and time breaks your heart. I wasnât there, but I know.
Everyone thought Rafe and Sofia were destined for forever. They were total opposites in every wayâpersonality, interests, dreamsâbut their love was so deep that breaking up seemed impossible. Yet, as the 2 years went by, something felt off with Sofia. Even from miles away, during your FaceTime calls, you could sense a change in her. She never said a word about it, but you could feel the shift. After all, you were her best friend.
She was your girl, you showed her the world.
Rafe was everything to Sofia. He was her entire world, and though it might sound cliché, it was true. He was her first love, her first everything. He made her happier than anyone ever had, and everyone could see it. It was almost surreal to think that someone who had given her the universe could ever be the source of such pain.
You fell out love and you both let go.
Rafe couldnât pinpoint the exact moment he fell out of love with Sofia. The transition was subtle, an ebbing tide he couldnât fully grasp. He couldnât even bring himself to utter the words that would shatter their shared dreams. Once, he had believed she was the oneâhis soulmate, his future wife, the mother of his children. Yet now, Sofia found it unbearable to hold onto a love that was no longer reciprocated. The weight of his unspoken truth was too heavy for her heart to bear, knowing that his feelings had shifted while hers remained steadfast.
She was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her. Only made us closer until July.
The second your feet touched the sands of obx, Sofiaâs tears soaked through your shoulder like a storm unleashed. You could feel the weight of her anguish, a heavy, unspoken truth that you sensed from the moment you saw her. As she unraveled her sorrows into your embrace, each sob a silent plea, your heart ached at the sight of your best friendâs shattered world. All you could do was offer your presence and comfort, feeling helpless yet determined to be there for her.
Now I know that you love me, you donât need to remind me.
You stared at the locket, the image of you and Sofia as young girls reflecting back. Tears welled in your eyes as you took in the precious memory. âYou really didnât need to do this,â you sniffled, meeting her gaze with glassy eyes. She smiled softly, pulling you into a tight embrace. Her hand comfortingly stroked your back as you struggled to hold back your sobs.
âI love you,â she whispered, and the weight of her words made you sob even harder. The guilt of being with Rafe behind Sofiaâs back pressed heavily on your heart. Each tear you shed was a mix of sorrow for her pain and the crushing guilt of hiding your true feelings.
I should put it all behind me, shouldnât I?
âSheâll get over it,â Rafe says with a dismissive shrug, his gaze flicking briefly towards you in the passenger seat before returning to the road ahead. His hand rests firmly on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze that feels more mechanical than comforting.
âBut sheâs my best friend, Rafe,â you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you absently fiddle with the ring he gave you, feeling its cold metal against your skin.
âSo? If she was your best friend, sheâd want you to be happy,â Rafe responds, his tone dismissive and frustrated. His lack of empathy makes the tears well up in your eyes, despite your efforts to hold them back.
âItâs more complicated than that, Rafe,â you cry out in frustration, your voice cracking as you cover your face with your hands, unable to contain the sobs that begin to shake your body. The harshness of Rafeâs chuckle only amplifies your distress.
âHow is it more complicated? Please, fucking enlighten me, because Iâm sick of you cry about this,â he shouts, his eyes never leaving the road. His words feel like a dagger, deepening the anguish youâre already feeling.
âBecause I fucking care about herââ you start to explain, but Rafe interrupts with a loud scoff. âYou obviously donât care as much as you say you do, or you wouldnât have kissed me back!â he yells, his voice sharp and accusatory. The intensity of his words makes your breath hitch, and you feel the weight of his anger crushing down on you.
âStop the car,â you say calmly, though your voice trembles with a mix of anger and desperation as you quickly unbuckle your seatbelt. Rafeâs eyebrows knit together in confusion. âWhat?â
âI said stop the fucking car, Rafe, or I swear to God Iâm going to jump out,â you scream, the urgency in your voice leaving no room for argument. He slams on the brakes, pulling over abruptly on the side of the road.
âAre you fucking serious? Weâre still in the cut, someone couldââ Rafe begins, but you cut him off by flinging open the door and stepping out into the chilly night air. The door slams shut behind you with a resounding thud, echoing your frustration and pain. Tears flow freely down your face as you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. Glancing at the screen, your heart dropsâSofia is calling. You swallow hard, turning the phone to silent before shoving it back into your pocket.
âCome on, baby. I didnât mean it!â Rafeâs voice calls out from his truck, his tone desperate as he drives slowly alongside you. âJust go home, Rafe. Iâll be fine,â you reply, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to ward off the cold and the emotional turmoil. Despite his lingering presence, Rafe eventually speeds off, his truckâs taillights fading into the darkness as you are left standing alone on the side of the road.
But I see her in the back of my mind, all the time
You lounged against Rafeâs back, soaking in the warmth of the sun as you lay sprawled on the deck of his yacht feeling the gentle sway of the boat beneath you. His thumb traced absent-minded circles on your hip while you stared out at the water.
âYou good? You havenât said much since we got here,â Rafeâs voice broke the silence, a note of concern laced with a hint of impatience. His hand rested lightly on your thighs, a gesture meant to reassure, yet it only intensified your unease. You snapped out of your daze, feeling the weight of the guilt that had been shadowing you ever since you and Rafe hooked up that one night.
ââM fine,â you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You fidgeted with your ring, a nervous habit you had developed over time. Rafeâs gaze, sharp and unyielding, didnât waver. His frustration was palpable, and you could sense the slight edge in his tone.
âYouâre obviously not, Y/N. Whatâs wrong?â His words were laced with a subtle annoyance that made you sit up abruptly, breaking the comfortable silence you had been trying to maintain. âIâm going to go inside for a bit,â you said, standing up and stretching. Rafe watched you carefully, his expression softening as he chose not to push further when you clearly didnât want to talk.
As you moved past him on the sun lounge, he reached out and grasped your hand, making you pause in your tracks. The intensity of his gaze was almost palpable, his eyes searching yours for answers. Slowly, he drew your hand closer to his face and pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles.
The gesture was both affectionate and vulnerable, and his next words made your breath catch. âI love you,â he said softly, the sincerity in his voice making your heart ache. A shiver ran through. A shiver ran through you as you tried to process the weight of his confession.
You couldnât shake the image of him saying those same words to Sofia, the unresolved guilt gnawing at your insides. You managed a tight-lipped smile, the weight of your conflicted emotions pressing down on you. âLove you too,â you said quickly, before withdrawing your hand and heading inside. The door clicked shut behind you, and you were left alone with your thoughts.
It wasnât that you didnât love Rafeâquite the opposite. You were certain that youâd never felt as deeply for anyone as you did for him. That's why you didn't stop seeing him. But the reality of loving him, especially given that he was your best friendâs ex, made everything feel so much more complicated.
So you couldnât help but see Sofia in the back of your mind whenever you were with Rafe. It felt unfair to him, but most of all it was so fucking unfair for Sofia. Every time you were with Rafe, all you could think about was how fucked up it was that you ended up hooking up with her ex at a party she had skipped because she was still getting over the breakup. Sheâd wanted you to have fun, and yet here you were, knowing you were betraying her trust.
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Obliviate Me
â©â§âË Obliviate â to forget [Latin] â©â§âË
Author: bvidzsoo
Pairing: dark!Park Seonghwa x female reader
â©â§âË Warning: smut, addiction, ptsd, mentions of war, violence, fights â©â§âË Word count: 27.6k â©â§âË Rating: nsfw â©â§âË Genre: Harry Potter!au, set in the forties/Grindelwald's time, lovers to enemies!au, tragic love!au â©â§âË Summary: â©â§âË Grindelwald's reign holds everyone under terror, and you decide you want to join the right side and put an end to it. But the stars seem to refuse to align for you and your lover as you find yourselves on opposing teams. Will your love prevail, or will you succumb to the darkness? â©â§âË
A/N: My lovelies, I...I am bawling my eyes out ngl, I can't believe I wrote this. Bring a box of tissues with you before you sit down reading, I am already forever sorry if I cause anyone any heartache<3 I have proofread this, but it's past 1am and you might still find mistakes, so I'm sorry about that! There's little time jumps in here, so for a quick clarification, after each divider you'll find them back in the current time (which is still in the forties!). I probably had a lot more things to say, but I forgot and I'm sleepy, so I'll settle for this much: there are probably some inaccuracies to the Harry Potter canon events as I took some creative liberty so yeah, keep that in mind when reading; also Mingi and MC aren't related, they just share the same surname! I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into this oneshot y'all (as into everything I write LOL), so I hope you enjoy! I appreciate all of your thoughts, so please leave feedback, I love reading them!<3 (special shotout to @hwasbbyg because somehow I always have you in mind when I'm writing something Seonghwa related <3) divider
           Times were dire, both in the Wizarding World and the Muggle World. Supremist leaders with atrocious views unleashed attack after attack upon innocent civilians, creating more destruction than victory. My heart broke daily reading the newspaper, both the muggle and wizard one. It made my blood boil that two men, so different yet similar upon closer view, would play God and decide what was wrong and right. Who was pure and who deserved to suffer. Nobody was perfect, nobody will ever be. I couldnât just sit idly at home and be the housewife many women dreamed of becoming after graduating. I wanted to make a name for myself, I wished to become strong enough to save the innocent, to take their side and advocate for those who were too scared or weak to do so for themselves. That is why upon graduating from Hogwarts, I became an Auror. The training was harsh and demanding, but it wasnât anything I wasnât ready to bear if it meant it would lead to saving millions of lives. I was sick of all the spilled blood and wailing on the streets, I wished to see peace and serenity, to go to bed without the fear of never waking up again. Four years have passed since I have left the confines of Hogwarts, since I was forced to face the horrors of the outside world, to fend for myself, and to become someone. It was hard and terrifying, but for once, I felt complete. I felt happy with where I stood in my life, I was proud of who I had become. And I knew that as long as Grindelwald isnât stopped, I shall not rest even for a second.
The auditorium was small in size and stuffed, the benches placed in a circular shape around a platform that had a table sitting on it and a chair. It was deep down on the second level, far away from the Aurorâs offices, hidden between the womenâs and menâs restrooms. The auditorium wasnât meant to be easily found and it was only used when a situation had turned dire, when an emergency meeting just had to be called. I had chosen to sit towards the back of the auditorium, closer to the exit as the air felt stale and warm inside the stuffed room, at least thirty aurors squeezed together towards the front of the room. My throat felt parched and my palms were sweaty as I had them placed in front of me, leveling my breaths as Theseus Scamander, the Head of the Auror Office, stood tall on the platform, a forlorn look on his face. Anyone who had picked up the newspaper earlier this morning mustâve seen the devastating news of the destruction caused to the small and welcoming wizarding village, Apoâs Nook. There was nothing left of it, just the ashes of ghosts that would haunt the land and the smoking foundations of destroyed homes that would never flourish again.
I felt a lump in my throat as Theseus sighed long and loud, eyes surveying the auditorium. It was deadly silent in here, everyone was either too mad or sad to say anything. The time was barely nine in the morning and we knew we had a long day ahead of us. This meeting was a top-secret one, whatever was said inside this auditorium would be never allowed to leave the confines of these walls. Only the best of the best aurors were called in, no doubt for a mission that would be challenging both physically and mentally. It wouldnât be my first special mission, yet I couldnât help but feel dread for what was to come. A tiny voice in the back of my head tried to whisper warnings this morning while I was getting ready to come to work, my gut twisting nauseatingly and making me more restless than I usually was. Something would happen here today that I wouldnât like, and I couldnât do anything about it.
âGood morning, aurors.â Theseusâ voice rang loudly in the quiet room and I gulped, feeling sweat collect on my nape, under my hair. I didnât want to get rid of my jacket, finding the warmth it provided comforting, but I was sweating too much. Careful, not to make any sound, I wrestled out of the satin fabric and placed it onto the table in front of me. My dress was thick to protect me from the merciless winter, and it reached just below my ankles as the front had a V-cut that stopped just above the valley of my breasts, âI assume you all know by now why youâve been called here.â
There was a collective murmur of confirmation to Theseusâ question and I gulped, patting my forehead free of any perspiration, âWhat occurred in the early hours of todayâs morning isâterrible and unforgivable.â
I couldnât help but let my eyes run over the aurors as Theseusâ voice shook with raw emotion. He was just as affected by the news as everyone else in the room. I fiddled with my fingers as my eyes finally fell on a familiar person, the tiniest smile slipping onto my lips. It brought little comfort and assurance to see my former professor in a place where I was surrounded by fearless warriors who were mere strangers to me, but would soon become my trusted companions. The only other two aurors that I did become friends with throughout the four years of working here were Song Mingi and Jeong Yunho, partners in missions and other aspects of life, and I havenât seen them in over a month now. They were alive, and as safe as possible, but they were far away from our home, in a land colder and far scarier than what London was at the moment. They were close to the German border, spying on Grindelwaldâs men having infiltrated themselves amongst them. They were our precious informants, their jobs far more dangerous than ours at the moment. I couldnât help but pray every night to a God that listened, that the two people I started cherishing in such a short time would return to me in one piece and alive.
âGrindelwald has destroyed another village,â Theseusâ words snapped me out of my thoughts as Professor Dumbledore turned his head, gaze finding mine, âwizards and witches were killed once again because they refused to join his dark cause. This cannot go on anymore, I wonât allow it.â
Professor Dumbledore bowed his head slightly in a nonverbal greeting before he turned his head, looking at Theseus with an unreadable expression on his face. I gulped and subconsciously reached for the pocket of my coat, feeling around for the plastic holder in the shape of a tube.
âI was given full permission to construct a team that will directly take out Grindelwaldâs men until heâs left with nothing, until heâs alone and powerless.â Theseus leered, face contorted into fury, âI shall task you with bringing down these disgraces one by one, dead or alive, I do not care as long they cannot help Grindelwald anymore.â
My fingers tightened around the plastic, my head turning when I saw a man stand up with a heavy-looking folder in his hands approach Theseus, âWe have gathered all the information we could about Grindelwaldâs most important wizards and witches, they are our main target. I want you all to look at these photographs closely, commit them to memory as each one of you will be handed one to capture and bring forth to the court.â
I watched from the back of the auditorium as the man opened the folder and placed it down on a table in the front row, starting to hand out photograph after photograph. Knowing that I sat way too far in the back, I rose to my feet and swiftly took the plastic bottle from my pocket, slipping it between my breasts so that nobody would see it. Pushing my hands behind my back, I walked down a few stairs until I reached the row that had more wizards sitting in it, grabbing a photograph that wasnât being looked at yet. The picture was in black and white, but the face of the witch was clear. Something in my stomach coiled as I recognized her being my peer at Hogwarts, just a year above myself, and a Slytherin like I had been too. The man sitting next to me looked at me with a questioning gaze, and I passed him the photograph as he handed me another one, this one of an older wizard who had a cunning look in his eyes as he held a cigar between his teeth. Something was unsettling about his gaze as I leaned against the side of the table, passing it along as another then another photograph passed through my grasp as I committed their faces to memory. Some of these pictures seemed to have been taken recently, right at Apoâs Nook before it went up in flames. My jaw clenched as the witch in the next photograph was grinning widely as if she was taunting us, and I accidentally passed it to the man next to me a bit too harshly as he gave me a concerned look. I ignored him and took a deep breath, fingers itching to hold onto the plastic bottle hidden between my breasts. The news this morning had been too shocking, and I had no choice but to take two pills instead of one. It wasnât healthy, but I did force my breakfast down my throat in hopes that it wouldnât make me feel ill if I doubled the dose.
The next photograph that was passed to me was flipped upside down, and I sighed as I braced myself for another unfamiliar face to commit to memory, except that when I flipped it, my whole body froze, blood going cold. I tried to gulp, but I couldnât due to the lump in my throat. My lungs contracted, and I desperately tried not to gasp as my fingers dug into the fragile paper and I fought the urge to rip the photograph into shreds. I knew this would happen sooner than later, but I realized how completely unprepared I was for it. The wizard in the photograph was smiling widely, the photo not recent at all, his round eyes turning upwards at the corners, his front teeth on full display. His hair had been freshly cut before the photograph was taken, yet it still fell in his eyes as he failed to style itâhe was talented at many things, yet he never quite learned how to tame his wild hair. I could feel my hands start to shake the longer I stared at the face of my first love, my heart beating so fast my ears started to ring. I struggled to breathe and I knew I was turning pale as my lips parted, a quiet gasp leaving through them. It was enough to alert the man sitting next to me as I felt his eyes on me, but my body couldnât react to anything as I crumbled up the photograph, throwing it far away from myself. I heard my name being called and words that sounded like they were asking if I was alright, but my vision had started turning black from the lack of oxygen. The room was too small, too stuffy, too warm; I couldnât breathe.
Hands still shaking, I gripped my dress and lifted it above my ankles as I abruptly turned around, eyes settling on the exit desperately as I felt my feet take me up the stairs, running as I extended my hand way before I have reached the door to grab the handle. My heart was in my throat and the ringing in my ears was as loud as a kettleâs whistle, and I yanked the door open with all the force I could muster up due to the tremor of my whole body. The air of the hallway hit me hard, making me gasp loudly as I slammed the door shut behind me, feeling tears prick at my dry eyes as I flung myself forward, hands cushioning my crash as I flew into the wall in front of me, forehead banging against it. I needed it, I needed something painful to shake me out of my borderline psychotic state. I couldnât take another pill so soon, I really just shouldnât. I bit my lower lip as I struggled to take deep breaths, the tremors of my body worsening as my hands curled into fists, forcing me to close my eyes. The ringing in my ears had started to subside, but my heart was still beating way too fast and my throat was too dry. I really couldnât take another pill just yet; however, my right hand was reaching for the bottle without wasting another second as I uncapped it and grabbed two pills out of it, throwing them back as my eyebrows furrowed, struggling to gulp them down at once.
I stood desperately waiting for the downers to kick in, the thumping of my head subsiding as the ringing of my ears went away completely, the tremors of my body remaining, however. I felt my muscles trying to relax, not even having noticed how tense they had become, and I gulped as I turned around to press my back against the wall, groaning as my head fell back. My throat had started hurting, the pills having scrapped it, but I couldnât care less as my frantic heartbeat had finally started slowing down. I heard the door of the auditorium open, and my eyes opened as I watched my former professor approach me with a concerned look on his face. He held a plastic cup that he extended towards me, and I took it eagerly, downing the cool water as it finally soothed the ache in my throat. I crumpled the plastic in my fist, sighing long as I looked at Professor Dumbledore, wondering what was going through his mind having seen me in such a hysterical state.
âWar is harsh,â As if reading my thoughts, his eyes twinkled with that familiar warm glint, âit affects everyone differently. Youâve seen things no woman your age should have, but you are a talented auror, Miss Song. However, I fear you wonât be amongst us for much longer if you continue abusing those.â
I felt shame crawl up my body as the professorâs eyes fell on the bottle, and I quickly hid it behind my back, âIâm sorry.â
I felt like a little child that was being scolded for doing something bad as I averted my gaze away from Professor Dumbledoreâs, and sniffed as I noticed my heartbeat had finally returned to its natural rhythm.
âHow are your parents doing, Miss Song?â Professor Dumbledoreâs voice was soft, and I shrugged looking up at him.
âThey are scared, as is everyone else.â I sighed, biting my lower lip, âI have moved them to the Wizarding World in hopes of keeping them safe, but nowhere is safe anymore, Professor.â
âItâs saddening, indeed.â The professor nodded, sharing my feelings of sadness that were slowly turning into despair, âBut I think you did the right thing. The Wizarding World might not be the safest place at the moment, but it is a lot safer than the Muggle World.â
It was reassuring to hear the approval of my much wiser and smarter professor, and for a second, I believed that I had done something right for the first time in a long time. No matter how many dark wizards and witches I have captured, I never truly felt accomplished. It wasnât enough, because I knew I could do better if sent on even more missions, and finally, the chance to fulfill my selfish desires while proving myself to be good and useful to my superiors, had come.
âAre you feeling any better now, Miss Song?â The professorâs eyebrows raised as I quickly hid the bottle back between my breasts and nodded, squaring my shoulders back. There it was, the condescending look of deep thought crossing the professorâs face as he looked towards the ground, humming lowly, âWhen it comes to the matters of the heart, itâs a slippery and unsure territory, Miss Song. You might think you are prepared to face whoever and take them out, but if you havenât completely let go of them, your heart will outrule your conscious, your rationality. Even if you have long released the feelings you had once harbored for them, your more rational side might stop you, might hold you back from delivering the final blow.â
I felt tears trying to prick at my eyes as they snapped up, boring into Professor Dumbledoreâs as he had a sad smile on his lips, âItâs difficult to forget your first love, Miss Song, no matter how deeply they have wronged you.â
The tremors in my hands havenât disappeared and wouldnât go away today, but they halted for a second as I gulped, throat feeling dry again, âHe chose his path consciously, as I have chosen mine. Our beliefs have never truly aligned, it was just wishful thinking on my side, Professor. Love, an emotion I do not feel towards him anymore, isnât stronger than my rational mind. If I would have allowed my heart to lead me throughout my life, I would be by his side now, wallowing in self-misery and pity for all the lives I allowed perish.â
âI have recognized your passion the moment you sat on the stool on the night of the sorting, Miss Song, youâve known from the very first moment what you wanted and how to get it. I fear I havenât met a Slytherin as determined and stubborn as yourself, Miss Songââ
âNot even Tom Riddle, sir?â
The professorâs expression suddenly became leveled, warm smile turning into a rather forced one, âI fear I cannot compare you to Tom Riddle, Miss Song.â
I hummed and smiled, memories of the younger boy bashing the professor for even the smallest inconvenience returning. I had never figured out where their distaste came for each other, but as it wasnât my business, I never prodded more than necessary. I fixed my hair and made sure the little bottle couldnât be seen as I glanced past the professor, feeling calm enough to join the aurors again, âWe should head inside before they deem me unfit for this task, I would hate to miss out on this one, Professor.â
âThey cannot afford to lose an auror like you.â Professor Dumbledore chuckled with a thoughtful look on his face as he led us towards the door, opening it for me like the true gentleman he was. I thanked him quietly as I stepped through the threshold, the lump back in my throat as the room went silent at once, everyone turning around to watch me and the professor as we descended the stairs. I went to sit at my initial spot, but Professor Dumbledore gently grabbed my elbow and veered me towards his seat, a witch making a place for me as she had an understanding look on her face.
âIs everything alright, Miss Song?â Theseus asked once the professor and I had taken our seats, the curious eyes of the other Aurors still watching me. I gulped and placed my hands on my knees, trying to hide the tremor behind the desk so that nobody would see it.
âYes, Mr. Scamander, my apologies for storming out like that.â My voice was leveled as I forced my face to relax, and an easy smile appeared on my lips, âI felt a little ill this morning, I suppose it returned suddenly.â
âRight,â Theseus hummed, a smile matching mine on his lips, âthat is reassuring to hear; however, I do wish for a quick recovery should it get worse.â
âThank you.â I bowed my head as my hands fisted my dress, my heart rate picking up again as I felt the witch next to me gently rub my back. I wasnât fond of being touched by strangers, but I didnât have the willpower to ask her to stop. Finally, seemingly content with my half-assed lie, the attention wasnât on me anymore as everyone went back to conversing with each other. Theseus cleared his throat and walked towards our table, Professor Dumbledore gathering the photographs as they were scattered around on the desk.
âWhile you were taking a breather, Miss Song, I have informed your colleagues that each one of them will be assigned a dark wizard to survey and consequently take down whenever the Office seems fitting.â I tried to gulp, my throat going dry once again. The witch was still rubbing my back and her touch had started burning my skin through my dress, making me fidget with my hands as I released the grip I had on my dress. I knew this was coming, but I didnât feel ready. If I couldâve, I wouldâve downed the whole bottle of pills, not minding if I would have been the one in need of a funeral.
âI see, Mr. Scamander, who had been assigned to me?â I felt the professorâs eyes take me in carefully as if I were a ticking time bomb, and the hand of the witch was finally away from my body, her sigh too loud as Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat.
âRecords say you have been peers with Park Seonghwa at Hogwarts, yes?â I failed to inhale air as my lungs contracted, my worst nightmare lay right in front of my eyes and ears, âProfessor Dumbledore, could you confirm this for me?â
âYes, Mr. Scamander, Miss Song and Mr. Park had been my students barely four years ago.â My eyes burned as I blinked them fast, scared that tears would flood them as my hands shook more, itching to grab the bottle even if for little reassurance. The sedatives werenât working as they should have, I shouldnât be so wired up and nervous still. I figured I should buy something stronger; the muggles were more lenient when handing out sedatives than the wizards if you knew how to put on your best act.
âIndeed,â My voice was emotionless, and I knew my face was unreadable as Theseusâ eyes narrowed, âI know Park Seonghwa, but just merely. He was a great student I often had to compete with for the first place in our year.â
The longer Theseusâ eyes bore into mine, the more prominent the soft prodding in my forehead became. I knew what he was doing, way too familiar with the feeling of having my mind invaded. He was searching for memories of Seonghwa and me, of anything that could prove I wasnât lying and that our roots didnât grow deeper than a surface-level acquittance. It was laughable how easy it was to veer Theseus around my mind, to trick him into seeing only what I wanted him to see. He wasnât a born Legilimens, I could feel he was less strong than the likes of Tom Riddle, who was a born natural in his talent, and so, I knew Theseus wouldnât figure out that Iâin factâwas a born Occlumens, the will of my mind stronger than his surface-level talent. I watched as a satisfied expression settled on his features upon viewing the images I allowed him to see, like the brief snappy exchanges between Seonghwa and me when we were in class, trying to show off to the professors, or the duels where we loved to flaunt our skills, or the brief acknowledgments in the hallway when we so happened to pass by each other.
âVery well, Miss Song,â Theseus muttered and then slammed a photograph down in front of me, a much younger Seonghwa smiling mockingly at me, âI trust you to do your best and bring him to his downfall. Mr. Park is an important asset to Grindelwaldâs army; we need him gone.â
âHe shall be gone, then.â
1943
           The classroom was full of vigor as everyone pilled inside, rather excited to see what Professor Merrythought had up her sleeve for us today. She had promised a dueling class sooner than later, and, as we happened to be ahead on our curriculum in DADA class, we got permission from Headmaster Dippet to go ahead and transform our usual classroom into a dueling ring. This year, the Slytherins shared most of their classes with the Ravenclaws, the DADA class being one of them. I let my eyes run over the crowd of the gathering 6th-year Ravenclaws on the other side of the classroom, pressed up against the wall much like myself and my housemates. Despite the majority of students being in their 6th year, Professor Merrythought found it essential that all students above the age of fourteen learn how to duel due to the imminent threat looming above our heads, both in the Wizarding and Muggle World. Therefore, it came as no surprise that younger students were ushered inside by Professor Merrythought, who had a grin on her face. Finding the person I had been looking for in the crowd, on the other side of the classroom, a tiny smile made it onto my lips as I found him already looking at me attentively. His dark hair, once again, fell wildly around his head in curls that looked natural, framing his boyish features as his round eyes sparkled with excitement. I chuckled and felt more elated knowing that Seonghwa was here, the chance of getting paired up with him was rather high as we were the top students of our year.
âMiss Song.â I flinched at the sudden intrusive voice in my head, always taken aback when I was addressed telepathically. I looked away from Seonghwa, eyes falling onto the boyâwho despite being younger, was a lot taller than meâwas now standing next to me with a stoic expression, ice-cold blue eyes boring into my darker ones. I chuckled and pressed a hand against my chest, always impressed by his skills despite his younger age.
âMr. Riddle.â I greeted back with a grin, the small prodding at my forehead proof that our telepathic connection worked both ways. It was rare that Tom allowed me inside his mind, and even then, he knew how to guide me around his thoughts to show me only what he wanted me to seeâa skill he learned from me, rather quickly. He had a natural talent for learning and achieving accomplishments that wizards and witches older than him struggled to garnish. He was an admirable student and a force to reckon with, I was never too eager when he challenged me to a friendly duel under the pretext of gaining experience by dueling a student who was as outstanding as himselfâin reality, he only wished to show off and torment me in the confines of the Room of Requirements when the two of us would head over to study.
âNow, children,â Professor Merrythought clapped her hands together as she walked between the parting crowd of students, everyone watching her curiously, âas you may know, Headmaster Dippet had granted us another dueling session, and I am beyond excited to teach you new tricks that may as well save your lives in the future. The rules are the same as always, no serious spells aimed to harm, and no maiming, Madam Gorsemoor has far more important tasks than to heal some children who didnât take the rules seriously, yes?â
Everyone muttered a âyesâ at once, and Professor Merrythought had a pleased grin on her lips as she pulled her wide shoulders back, her golden eyes surveying the crowd, probably counting how many of us were here. Usually, no more than twenty students were allowed inside the classroom as Professor Merrythought wished to watch and help everyone, not just those few she noticed lacking in their skill, âCan someone tell me what weâve learned in our last class?â
Several hands shoot up high in the air, mine included, and I felt compelled to look over to the Ravenclaws, not surprised at all to see Seonghwaâs arm high up in the air, shoulders pulled back to make him look taller. I stifled a chuckle and faced the front of the classroom again, feeling Tomâs questioning gaze on the back of my head, but I paid him no mind.
âMr. Lovegood, perhaps?â Professor Merrythought pointed at the platinum blonde-haired wizard from Ravenclaw, who stood on his tiptoes, about to bounce up and down to gain the professorâs attention.
âDiffindo!â He exclaimed, cheeks flushing instantly as the students from his house snickered, the Slytherins remaining uninterested, âI mean, Diffindo and Relashio.â
âVery well, Mr. Lovegood, thank you.â Professor Merrythought hummed, eyes narrowing as she looked over the crowd once again, her eyes stopping on me as I offered her a small smile.
âI must remind you that Diffindo is a spell that brings great harm if not death to your opponent, and inside this classroom, we shall not use it against each other. And even outside of it, I advise you use it wisely and level-headed only if the occurrence calls for itââ
âLikeâif it were for Grindelwald to attack us?!â A younger boyâfrom Ravenclawâasked, heads turning in his direction as he yet had to grow a few inches.
âYes, thatâs the likely scenario I had in mind.â Professor Merrythought muttered pleased, nodding at the curious boy with big round eyes. He reminded me of Seonghwa when we had just started our journey at Hogwarts, always eager to learn more and curious about how everything around him worked. Since then, his nature remained but he learned how to control it, how to make it less obvious how big of a nerd he actually was. Some would say he tries to impersonate the âcool guyâ archetype, but I know him too well to believe those silly ârumorsâ, âWell, before we learn something new, Iâd like to see a duel from our best duellists.â
I gulped, feeling eyes bore into the side of my head as I looked over to Seonghwa again, finding his eyes on me already once again. He was smirking, round eyes fierce as we both knew who Professor Merrythought would call to the front for a demonstration, âMiss Song, Mr. Park, would you grace us with your presence?â
I heard Tom chuckle behind me, unamused, no doubt having known weâd be the chosen ones for this task. It was rarely not us, even Seonghwa and I knew it. I patted down the front of my robe, dusting it off, then squared my shoulders as I made my way through the crowd, getting a few pats on the back from people who I was familiar with. I had grabbed my wand out of my pocket, and Seonghwa and I made it to the front of the class at the same time. His smirk had turned cheeky as he held his wand in his hands elegantly, twirling it playfully as I took a few steps backward and then adjusted my stance.
âMiss Song.â Seonghwaâs voice was deep, tone almost seductive, and I couldnât help but grin and narrow my eyes at him.
âMr. Park.â My tone was confident and full of assurance because I knew I would win this duel. I usually did. Seonghwa was very good at dueling, but I was better since I was faster and more agile. I was also a little more talented at wandless magic than he was, I found it amusing whenever heâd exercise next to me, growing frustrated with himself way too quickly. Professor Merrythought clapped her hands and stepped back as Seonghwa and I bowed to each other, wands gripped firmly in our hands as we took our stance for the duel. I zeroed in on Seonghwa only, focusing on the movements of his body, eyes boring into his as if I would read his mindâI could, but I knew he hated it, and what I hated more was when I made him hurt. Seonghwa stood alert, his dark eyes boring into mine, a curious glint in them, laced with mischief and anticipation as he was patiently waiting for me to make my first move. He usually wasnât the one to attack first, and we both knew that. Weâve dueled each other many times already, we knew each otherâs tricks and weakest points.
âStupefy!â I exclaimed, throwing my hand out, my wand pulsing with power as a light blue zap quickly shot towards Seonghwa, who expertly threw up his defense wall, nulling my attack with a pleased expression. I chuckled under my breath and raised an eyebrow as I threw my next attack at him, âFlipendo!â
Seonghwa huffed as another jinx was thrown his way, raising his arm high as he cast another shield in front of his body, eyes narrowing as he realized I was trying to get him to fly to the other side of the classroom. I knew he was wary of injuring himself, and unless I teased him a little bit at the beginning of our duel, I knew he would try to go easy on me. But I didnât want easy and friendly, I wanted him to have no mercy and fight as if we were in a real fight, against each other, with only one winner standing tall in the end.
âStupefy!â Seonghwa exclaimed, the same light blue zap flying towards me, making me easily block his attack as I threw my arms up, casting an invisible shield. Unlike Seonghwaâs, mine remained blue and violet ripples the tell-tale sign that there was something in front of me. Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, calculating his next move as I sent a hot air charm his way, which he dodged skilfully, his black hair falling into his eyes. Seonghwa chuckled and twirled the strands behind his ear, graciously raising his hand, not even looking my way as suddenly electric blue flames came barrelling towards my shield, making the students in the classroom gasp in surprise, but also fear. Someone had started clapping hard, and I knew it was Professor Merrythought as she enjoyed the show the most out of everyone.
Seonghwa was smart, and so, he knew the blue flames would demolish my shield without hurting me, and I could hear Professor Merrythought explain just this to the students who watched us with even more excitement in their eyes. Deciding to not verbalize my next spell, I winked at Seonghwa as I made the hand movement that was required for the Waddiwasi spell, Seonghwa realized a moment too late as, suddenly, crumbled up parchments floated around me for a second, before propelling towards Seonghwa with force and speed that left him defenseless. Seonghwa gasped as he turned sideways, the little balls of parchment crashing against the side of his body without causing any damageâphysical because his ego was probably bruisedâand the students started laughing as Seonghwa hissed, facing me once again with piercing eyes. I grinned and curtsied teasingly, enjoying the way his cheeks had flushed from embarrassment, his grip tightening around his black wand. His lips didnât move, but his hand did, and I narrowed my eyes as for a second nothing happened, and then I felt invisible ropes binding around my body, trying to immobilize me as my eyes widened in surprise.
âEmancipare!â I yelped the counterattack of Brachiabindo, the defensive spell Seonghwa had used, and felt the ropes instantly disappear from my body. Seonghwa huffed, running his fingers through his rich curls, looking frustrated as he walked a few steps closer. It wasnât like him to lose his wits when we were dueling, and so, this was the first sign that told me something was bothering him as he couldnât completely focus on the task at hand. But this was an exercise, a duel in which we had to demonstrate to the other students, so I pushed my worries aside and cast my next spell, âFulgari!â
Much like Seonghwaâs spell, it was another one that bid your arms together, however, the ropes werenât invisible anymore but red and thick, painful, as the charm tied your wrists together tightly. But Seonghwa knew how to counterattack it, and the ropes dropped midair as a white light was cast from his wand. Knowing that we didnât have much time anymore and that Professor Merrythought was waiting for one of us to disarm the other, I acted quickly, âExpelliarmus!â
However, Seonghwaâs simultaneous attack was silent as it shot from his wand, and our spells clashed in the middle, exploding with a loud boom after theyâd tangled up for a few seconds. I gasped as the force pushed me backward, almost making me stumble to the floor. The hem of my robe had caught in the heel of my boots, and as I tried to manage the issue, I felt my mind being prodded at. Not even having to concentrate on the action, my mind instantly blocked the intruder out, my mindâs barriers strong and stubborn, no matter how insistent the intruder became. I knew who it was, in this classroom only Tom Riddle was so talented enough to use Legilimens wandless and non-verbally, but he was least of my worries as Seonghwaâs glare was deep, mouth moving before I could register his words, âRelashio!â
I gasped as my wand was snapped out of my hand, clattering to the floor, making the students roar with claps and cheers, Professor Merrythought not even trying to calm them down as she walked towards Seonghwa and me. I gulped, feeling my cheeks tinge pink at the amateur mistake I had made, the fact even more embarrassing as I was disarmed by such a pathetic spell. But this is what a duel encompassed, and I took a deep breath and released it slowly as I felt Professor Merrythoughtâs hand on my shoulder, pulling me next to her as she had grabbed onto Seonghwa as well.
âBrilliant!â She exclaimed lips pulled into a huge grin, âSimply brilliant, my students! You will make such fine Aurors, the department will be blessed upon your arrival!â
I muttered a quiet thank you and bowed my head abashed, missing the cold look that crossed Seonghwaâs face upon hearing our professorâs words. Then, when the class had finally settled down, Seonghwa and I were ushered back to our previous spots, Professor Merrythought taking the lead as she started explaining the new spell weâd be learning today. I felt the uncomfortable prodding once again, and a little frustrated, I turned around and snapped at Tom without considering my actions first, âStop it, Riddle!â
My exclamation thankfully wasnât too loud, but it made a few heads turn our way. I gulped and averted my eyes flustered as Tom grinned, crossing his arms in front of his chest, âMy apologies, but I failed to gain your attention any other way.â
âI am trying to pay attention to the new spell, Riddle,â I muttered as I faced the front of the classroom again, feeling the younger boy step closer as he loomed over my shoulders.
âBut you already know it,â He muttered, voice devoid of any emotion and I just sighed, nodding and confirming his claim, âWell, then, let me offer you some friendly advice.â
âThe Tom Riddle offering me some friendly advice?â I teased, looking over my shoulder with a chuckle, âSo you finally admit that weâre friends?â
âWell,â Tom cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable, âif you think of us as friends, we shall be that, Y/N.â
Tom hadnât been keen on addressing each other casually in public, but heâs been calling me by my name rather often lately, âAnd your advice is?â
âAh, yes,â He cleared his throat again, leaning just a little bit closer to whisper in my ear, âuse more non-verbal spells next time and maybe even wandless magic too, Park seems to struggle to defend those. And, try not to lose focus so easily, getting disarmed by Relashio out of all spells is rather embarrassing, Miss Song.â
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest, watching Professor Merrythoughtâs wand as she drew the movement of the spell slowly for us to see, âThank you for pointing out that Relashio isnât even a disarming spell.â
It was rare to see any sort of positive reaction from Tom, but he snickered as I felt him take a step back to offer me more space as he was done with the conversation, âMeet me later in the Room of Requirements?â
But apparently, he wasnât done with the telepathic conversation, âYes, at the agreed-upon time, I wonât be late this time.â
âYou better not be.â Tomâs voice sounded unimpressed in my mind and I rolled my eyes, hoping nobody saw it, âAnd tell your boyfriend to stop staring daggers at my head, I could disarm and harm him in just a few secondsââ
âThank you, Tom, thatâs enough.â I snapped, never too keen when he tried to bash Seonghwa and his skillsâor lack of them as Tom had so often remarked, âAnd get out of my head, now.â
His chuckle was cut short as I raised the barrier once again, forcing Tom out of my mind. I knew it would be painful to him and I didnât mind as lately heâs been trying to prod at my mind way too often. But being a born Occlumens came with its perks, no matter how much Tom tried to peek inside my head, heâd only be allowed inside as long as I let him. Having realized that he had some control issues, I didnât let him know about that little piece of information, for my own peace of mind, really. Feeling like somebody was drilling holes into the side of my head, I looked over to the Ravenclaws, a little taken aback by the dark look in Seonghwaâs eyes and the sneer on his lips. He looked irritated, and as we made eye contact his expression hardened for a second before he looked away, ignoring me for the rest of the class. I had only sighed, paying attention to Professor Merrythought for the rest of the class.
           Once class was over everyone pilled outside quickly, eager for the short break before our next class would start. Wanting to speak to Seonghwa in private, I stayed back with the hopes that heâd do the same, but when Professor Merrythought noticed me and asked if I had wanted to speak to her, I realized it was just her, myself, and Lovegood in the classroom. I bid her farewell and then scurried outside, sighing long as I felt disappointed that Seonghwa had left without me even noticing it. He was mad at me, that was now certain, and we wouldnât have the possibility to meet until dinner or our Prefect duties as this was the last class we shared today. I held the strap of my satchel bag tightly as I gnawed on my bottom lip, wondering whether I could use an excuse and search for him between my classes, when suddenly a classroom door was thrown open and I was harshly yanked to the left by my arm. I gasped as I stumbled, failing to keep up with the aggressive tugging, my back hitting a wall rather painfully as my heart had started racing, eyes widening as I felt warm lips pressing against mine. It took me a second to register what was happening.
I was face to face with Seonghwa, who had me pinned between himself and the wall, holding the side of my neck firmly with his right hand as his left one gripped my hip, fingers digging into the fabric of my uniform. His eyes were open and glaring at me despite his heated kiss, and it only made me flush more as I felt his tongue force itself between my lips while his fingers sneaked up towards my jaw, tilting my head up as he had to lean down, just slightly, due to our height difference. My heart hammered against my ribcage as the satchel bag fell from my shoulder, landing with a loud thud as I gripped his robeâs collar, the fabric a lot softer than mine. Seonghwaâs tongue lapped at mine fiercely, stealing my breath away as I felt his hand slip from my hip, trace the inside of my thigh as it slowly slipped underneath my knee-length skirt. I gasped and gently pushed him back, breathing hard as his right hand held my nape, fingernails pressing into my frail skin, âSeonghwaââ
âDid you have fun flirting with Riddle right in front of me?â His tone was harsh, voice raspier than usual, and I gulped, his hand slipping higher up underneath my skirt.
âSeonghwa, I wasnât flirting with him.â My voice trembled as he leaned closer again, lips tracing the skin of my neck, feather-like, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. My hands released the collar of his robe as they slipped higher up, circling his neck as my fingers got tangled in the wavy strands of his hair, âIâve told you so many times that Iâm not interested in himââ
âWell, you certainly donât act like it.â I gasped as his sharp teeth sunk into the skin of my neck, making my stomach coil as his other hand stopped at my groin, caressing my flesh through my stockings, âIâm sick of seeing him prance around you like a lost puppy, my love.â
âHeâs just a boy.â My eyebrows furrowed as Seonghwaâs head snapped up, a sneer on his face.
âJust a boy?â He scoffed and leaned incredibly close, lips brushing against mine as he spoke, âHeâs barely one year younger than us, Y/N.â
Sighing loudly, I pressed a chaste kiss against his lips, seeing his eyes shake for a second, his anger dissipating slightly, âYet I only see the little boy I guided to the Slytherin common room in his first year in him, my love, heâs nothing but like a brother to me.â
âHe has no boundaries.â Seonghwa huffed, jaw clenching and unclenching as I kissed his cheek, right side and then left side, then pulled him slightly lower to kiss his forehead too. Seonghwaâs grip visibly softened, his finger rubbing circles into my hipbone under my skirt.
âI know how to put him in his place if he ever goes too far, which he has never done before.â I muttered reassuringly as I ran my fingers through his hair gently, knowing that he loved the ministration, âAbraxas is touchier than Tom will ever be, yet you make no scene when heâs with me.â
Seonghwa scoffed, gripping my chin as he tilted my head up again, âBecause itâs clear heâs not interested in courting you, heâs touchy with everyone.â
I chuckled as I coaxed his lips towards mine, my eyes fluttering closed as Seonghwaâs lips gently, but firmly, pressed against mine, our lips playing a gentle dance as they moved at a calmer pace, following the otherâs rhythm as I let Seonghwa take the lead, our lips slotting perfectly against each other. His breath hit my face as he nipped at my bottom lip, enjoying the way my lips chased after his again, capturing his bottom lip between mine as I felt his hand very slowly slip towards my crotch. I keened, pushing him back by the shoulders when he had started rubbing circles against my clothed core, âI need to get to the greenhouse, Hwa, we canât do this now.â
âYou can skip Herbology,â Seonghwa whispered as his lips brushed against my ear, I bit my bottom lip, eyes fluttering closed, âitâs not that important.â
Before I could succumb to the feeling of Seonghwaâs fingers teasing me, I gripped his wrist and pushed his hand away, blinking my eyes open, âIâm not going to skip classes because you want to have sex, Seonghwa. You can wait until tonight.â
âYeah?â He grinned, round eyes glinting dangerously, âI can?â
âUnless you want to throw another jealous fit over the fact that Iâll be studying with Tom later on.â I mused and pursed my lips as Seonghwaâs expression hardened again. He was so easy to irk, his face hid nothing as I cocked an eyebrow in challenge at him.
âRight,â He muttered, clearing his throat, âYouâll be busy with Riddle this afternoonââ
âIâll be busy perfecting my Legilimency, yes.â I raised my eyebrows at Seonghwa as he hummed and stepped back, detaching himself fully from me. I licked at my lips and ran my hands through my hair, trying to get rid of any knots that may have formed.
âFind me after youâre done patrolling, then,â Seonghwa adjusted his tie and then patted down his robe, âI wonât be coming to dinner tonight.â
âSomething wrong?â I asked with furrowing eyebrows as I leaned down to pick up my satchel bag.
âNo, I just need to catch up on some assignments, is all.â He smiled, but it didnât reach his eyes. I didnât say anything as he caressed my cheek with his warm hand, âI love you.â
I smiled widely, turning my head lightly to press a kiss against his wrist, âI love you too, Hwa.â
           Despite the sun trying to shine some light on the dire streets of London, the ever-grey clouds were everlasting, casting a gloomy shadow over the streets and the people that ventured outside. Lately, it seemed to be safer to go out and enjoy the much-needed social interactions, but people were still wary of the imminent threat posing over their heads. You just never knew when the enemy would strike, making you look over your shoulder at any given moment. London wasnât anymore what it used to be, but reconstructions have started and there seemed to be light at the end of the permeating dark tunnel.
My coffeeâs steam reached my nose as I forgot of its existence, my eyes having fallen on two children who had their palms out and were timidly asking for money from the passerby people. My heart broke at the sight of such innocent lives having to suffer so much, unwanted scenarios clouding my mind. They couldâve lost their parents, or maybe they still had them, but the war made them homeless and this is was the best they could do. I hated how most people didnât even cast a glance at the obviously suffering children, their clothes strewn in places, cheeks dirty with dust. They clung to each other, the boy taller by a head as he clutched the younger girl to his side, pulling her back when a postman paid them no mind as he barrelled down with his bicycle on the pavement. But before my anger could get the best of me, the bell to the small coffee shop chimed, and I looked over, heart settling at the familiarity of the man that was approaching my table. He wasnât a coffee lover, not when we were mere teenagers, so I had ordered tea instead for him.
âMr. Kim.â I smiled as I abandoned my cup and pushed my chair back, fighting the wide smile that tried to make it onto my lips. Kim Hongjoong and I havenât been close during our days at Hogwarts, but due to a person that was present in both of our lives, we had the chance to share some fond memories. Hongjoong had always been a free spirit, unafraid to break rules here and there, trying to break free of the chains society placed on all of us. Even now, his hair was brushed back in an uncharacteristic way, the black ends tinged almost blonde. His clothes didnât match in colour, his pants burgundy and his shirt a rather atrocious colour of yellow, the grey sweater thrown over it saving the outfit somewhat. His green coat was dark, and due to the colour of his pants, it made him look like a Christmas tree.
âDear,â Hongjoong chuckled, his hug warm and comforting, arms circling my middle tightly, âare we back to being formal with each other now? Has it been that long since we left Hogwarts?â
I chuckled, arms tightening around him subconsciously as my chin pressed against his shoulder, eyes glazing over with sudden tears that took me off guard. I have missed the faces I have become familiar with at Hogwarts, the place where I was still innocent and in love with life, with the prospect of a bright future. A future that was now my present, neither bright nor innocent. I have never had many friends, keen on keeping to myself, and the life of an Auror made it hard to keep up with others. It was better for them; my field of work had no guarantee of me returning alive. And knowing that two of the people I considered my family, Mingi and Yunho, were first in line in harmâs way, made me prolong my hug with Hongjoong. It felt nice to be in a warm embrace for once.
âFour years and three months, more specifically.â I whispered as I reluctantly let go of Hongjoong, who gripped my bicep and gave it a reassuring squeeze before we both claimed our seats at the small round table.
âSo, youâve been counting,â Hongjoong muttered, looking down at his steaming hot tea, âas have I.â
I hummed, feeling a certain sad aura around Hongjoong as he carefully cradled the teacup in his hands, humming to himself as my eyes bore into the side of his head. I was curious of what was running through his mind, but entering it without his consent was a breech of privacy and the break of trust between the two of us. Picking his fragile mind apart wouldâve been very easy. Finding what I was looking for wouldâve taken only a few seconds and I could be on my merry way in no time, hunting down the man I was tasked to take out, but I was yearning for just a second of normalcy, for a second that could take me back to the past where I was happy, unafraid, in love.
âHow is the Auror life, dear?â I smiled at the nickname, Hongjoong being the only person whoâs ever addressed me so affectionatelyâbesides my former lover, Seonghwa.
âDangerous,â I sighed, raising my cup of coffee to take a small sip, âexhausting, and time consuming.â
âIâve had to treat many Aurors since Iâve started working at St. Mungoâs, and each time I pray I do not come across you, dear.â Hongjoongâs expression was solemn, as if he was trying to repress memories that werenât kind nor pleasant, âBut you seem to be in great health, so I shall not worry so much anymore.â
I chuckled and placed the cup down, fingertips tracing the porcelain in order to keep my hands busy with something, âIâm rather agile, one of the best they have. But sometimes even I worry for my own safety, thank you for thinking of me so often, Hongjoongie.â
He smiled, reaching out to grab my wrist, âSometimes I feel bad for the way things have ended between usâbetween the three of us, I mean.â
I gulped, the topic of Seonghwa inevitable anymore. But still, I tried to stall it for a little bit longer, trying to enjoy Hongjoongâs company for a little bit more before the real reason I was here would ruin our nostalgic reunion.
âDonât fret on the past, Hongjoong, whatâs lost is lost.â I gripped his hand with my right one, patting it gently, âHow are the other nurses treating you at St. Mungoâs? Iâve heard thereâs not many wizards working there.â
âThe witches seem to love me,â Hongjoong chuckled, suddenly his cheeks red, âthey praise me a lot and always fight on who gets to work with me. Iâm treated nicely and theyâve accepted me rather quickly despite being a wizard.â
I gulped, knowing the tumultuous history of the Kim family, âAnd your parents?â
Hongjoong froze, eyebrows furrowing as he averted his eyes, âMy mother is speaking to me again. My fatherâŠwe know how he feels about me.â
âYouâve always done just fine without them,â I encouraged him, watching curiously as he grabbed my hand and flipped my palm upside down, âand if you need a friendly advice or just an evening spent drinking wine and reminiscing, you know were to find me, Hongjoongie.â
He chuckled, forefinger gingerly tracing the inside of my palm, making me shiver. Itâs been long since someone had treated me so tenderly, ever since Yunho and Mingi have been sent onto their mission actually, âHave you cut yourself here?â
âYes.â I answered surprised, âHow did you know?â
âThe skin is rougher here,â Hongjoong pressed his finger a little harder against where the cut was healed up, not even a trace of a scar, âStop by St. Mungoâs when you have a little free time, I have the perfect potion to fix your skin. Iâve got quite the tricks up my sleeve now.â
As our eyes met, a beat of silence passed, then we both burst out in quiet giggles, pressing our hands against our mouths. Memories of all the failed potions made by Hongjoong resurfaced, most of those times Seonghwa or me being his test subjects. There were too few fingers on my hands to count the number of times Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and I had ended up in the Infirmary, on the brink of dying from dangerous toxins found in Hongjoongâs brews. And yet, we continued indulging in his shenanigans as he was too endearing to say ânoâ to.
âI suppose youâve stopped poisoning people now, right?â I raised an eyebrow, tone joking as Hongjoong bit his lower lip, cheeks flushing once again.
âNo more failed experiments or potions that would send Slughorn up the wall if he were to know about them.â And once again, we started giggling behind our palms as Hongjoong seemed to finally loosen up, making me feel bad that I would soon deter the conversation to a delicate topic. But I didnât have much time, I had to move fast if I wanted to catch Seonghwa when he least expected it.
âI suppose you meet all sorts of people at the hospitalâŠâ I trailed off as I grabbed my cup of coffee yet again and took a long sip, Hongjoongâs lips pursing as he traced the wooden design of the table.
âYes, quite the personalities.â He mused, eyebrows raised slightly in question as I swallowed the coffee, biting my lower lip in hesitance.
âAs a nurse your allegiances do not matter, you must save everyoneââ
âThat is correct.â Hongjoongâs tone had turned colder, his face losing its warm glow, a mask of indifference now replacing it. I sighed knowing that Hongjoong had probably caught on to where our conversation was headed now.
âI know you still keep in touch with Park Seonghwa.â I lowered my voice so nobody would hear us. Everyone knew who Grindelwaldâs men were, I didnât want to risk the chance of anyone overhearing our conversation, even if the coffee shop was only frequented by muggles. I chose this place for this specific reason, few wizards and witches ventured out into the heart of London, not keen of the life muggles lived here.
Hongjoong had frozen, jaw clenching as his cat-like eyes narrowed at me, âWhat does that have to do with me being a nurse at St. Mungoâs? Are you accusing me of something, Miss Song?â
I sighed, but I knew the jabbing was inevitable. Hongjoong had been very protective of Seonghwa even before our years at Hogwarts, âI am not accusing you of anything, I was just merely curious on whoâs side you standââ
âI stand on nobodyâs side.â Hongjoong snapped, pushing his teacup far away from himself, glaring at it suspiciously. He must be wondering whether I had slipped Veritaserum in it, but I would never do that to him, âI stand on the side of the victims I must save, on the side of justice, and on the side that doesnât harm but protects instead. Do you fathom thereâs a side like that? One that does not harm, but only protects?â
âNo.â I whispered, averting my eyes from Hongjoongâs intense gaze, visibly irritated, âWeâre trying to do our best, I promise, but I cannot guarantee that innocent folk wonât be harmed in the process of stopping Grindelwald.â
âYouâre just doing your job,â Hongjoongâs tone softened, âand so am I, and so is Seonghwaââ
âSeonghwa is killing innocent wizards and witches for a cause that is irrational, for a cause that aims to harm muggles that arenât at fault for being the way that they are. This isnât a job!â Hongjoongâs eyes widened as my voice gradually raised, never the type to lose my cool. My heart had started racing and I felt anxiety creeping up my chest, through my throat, making me chew on the inside of my cheeks. I scrapped at my hand, averting my eyes as Hongjoongâs stare became too much, making me feel like he was judging me. Maybe I have misjudged his character, maybe he is on Seonghwaâs side, after all.
âY/N,â But his voice was soft and I felt his hand grip mine, gently stopping me from scratching my skin until it was raw and red, âI know how hard it was when you found out about Seonghwaâs ambitions and beliefs, and I know you still feel guilty and think you played a part in him becoming like this. But as someone whoâs known him since he was a little boy, Seonghwaâs always dreamed of doing big things, of changing our world into the better. You couldnât have stopped him even if you had known of his plans since early onââ
âThen help me.â I felt choked up as I looked at Hongjoong swiftly, eyes shaking as I gripped his hand. His eyebrows were furrowed and he gulped as my eyes glossed over, his words ringing through my ears. He was right, I have always felt guilty for not noticing the blatant signs of Seonghwaâs true beliefs. Heâs never been kind to muggles at Hogwarts, heâs always made snide remarks about them, and heâs mentioned joining a cause one day that purified our Wizarding World. I thought he was simply aspiring to join the Ministry, like many others wanted. Instead, he decided to join the cause of a man who thought wizards were superior to muggles and wished to subdue them, and force them to live in fear for the rest of their lives, âI need to talk to Seonghwa, please tell me where he is. Hongjoongie, youâll be helping a greater cause than yourself and even myself. I must find him andââ
âYouâre an Auror, Y/N.â He cut me off sharply, yanking his hand out of my grip as he shook his head feverishly, âIf you find him, then what? Will you interrogate him and lock him up in Azkaban for a few months until he gives in and admits to his mistakes? We both know thatâs the last thing Seonghwa will do if heâs ever captured. Youâll kill himââ
âI wonâtââ
âYouâll kill him, and I cannot set up my best friend for his death.â He snapped angrily, cheeks red as his eyes were tear-filled, âI cannot wrap my mind around the fact that you sought me out for such a feat. You should be ashamed of yourself, Miss Song, for even thinking that I would help you out with such an atrocious thing. I love Seonghwa more than anyone, you have deeply wounded me, Miss Song, I have expected more of you.â
âHongjoongââ Heart breaking as he swiftly stood and left with a last piercing look, I slumped back in my chair and tried not to let the sob break through my lips, cheeks damp from the tears that fell down them. Yes, I have been a fool for seeking out Hongjoong, I knew heâd never give away Seonghwaâs location, but he was my first and last option in trying to find Seonghwa in a way that I could negotiate with him, try to deter him from his cause, save him from a harsh sentence. And I have failed, and now Iâll have to kill the man that I have never stopped loving.
Having lost my appetite for anything, I stood hastily and wore my dark coat, pulling on my gloves to protect my hands from the freezing air. I gathered my purse and clutched it tightly in my hands, storming out of the coffee shop as I felt around for my bonnet inside the purse. The heart of the city was buzzing with people as the hour was nearing noon, the loudness of it all irritating my ears as I tried to walk between the people to the closest Portkey leading to the Wizarding World. But just as I was about to cross the road, I felt a hesitant tug on my coat. Alarmed and ready to defend myself, I whirled around and searched for whoever had touched me, only to find the siblings looking up at me with pleading eyes. Tapping the tears off my cheeks quickly, I opened my purse and crouched down as I fetched the pastries I have bought earlier for breakfast.
âHave this,â I handed them to the little girl, who had a runny nose and whispered a âthank youâ. I pushed around in search for the little muggle money I still had, and once I found it, I gave it to the boy who looked beyond grateful and even bowed his head in gratitude. Feeling helpless that I couldnât do more for them, I grabbed the bonnet that I knew I wouldnât wear again, and placed it onto the little girlâs head. It was big and it fell in her eyes, but she grinned as her brother tried to adjust it for her, making my heart swell, âTake care of each other.â
The two nodded with eyes glistening, and I gulped down the lump thatâs formed in my throat and stood tall once again, hurrying away before I felt the overbearing need to break down in the middle of a muggle filled street. I would finish this mission even if I lost my life in the process of it, it didnât matter, it didnât matter because innocent children and innocent common folk were the one suffering the consequences of these tyrants that ruled over our worlds.
20th of December, 1943
            Slughornâs Christmas parties were catalogued somewhat legendary and, thus, have always been talked about in the hallways of Hogwarts. Those who were invited mentioned it in excited exclamations and those who werenât in whispers with envious tones. I had been part of the lucky few who got invited, being part of Slughornâs Slug Club for a good two years now, and I couldnât have been happier. These parties were perfect for mingling with socialites and people of importance in the Ministry and other fields that piqued your interest. I had been lucky enough to meet a few well-known Aurors tonight, but my utmost luck struck when, despite his drunken state, Professor Slughorn pulled me aside to introduce me Theseus Scamander, the Head of the Auror Office. The professor had rambled on about my abilities and how talented and knowledgeable I was in the Dark Arts, painting me as a very talented duellist to Mr. Scamander. He had been eager to listen to his former professor, giving me knowing glances and a dashing smile. I couldnât help but blush a little, the Fire Whiskey I hadâsecretlyâdrunk with Abraxas getting the best of me. Unable to hide his amused smile anymore, Theseus had excused us with the pretext that weâd head over to the delicious candy bar and serve ourselves with chocolate frogs, to which our professor couldnât object as, he, himself loved it.
âHeâs quite the talker, isnât he?â Theseus laughed as he gently guided me through the crowd of students and outsiders, his hand holding my gloved elbow. My dress was modest, adorning the emerald green of my house that I wore proudly. The neckline was a sweetheart design, sleeveless, and the upper part of the dress was moulded tightly against my body, a silvery fabric creating the illusion of a belt around my waist. From the waist, it flowed down to my ankles in a simple A-line, highlighting my long legs. I had a thin, sheer, shawl around my shouldersâbut I have abandoned that at the dinner table as it had started annoying meâand instead wore my silvery satin gloves that reached just above my elbows.
âHe certainly letâs go of himself when alcohol is involved.â I said quietly, earning a chuckle from Theseus as we reached the candy bar. It was hard to choose just one delicacy as the table was littered with at least fifteen types of desserts, and I watched as Theseus grabbed a plate rather eagerly.
âI couldnât wait for the annual Christmas party back when I was a student here,â Theseus said as he started placing different delicacies on his plate, âthe dessert was the best part of the nightâapart from the Fire Whiskey.â
He glanced at me briefly and winked cheekily, making me chuckle as I averted my eyes with a shy blush on my cheeks. He chose a rose shaped tart that was filled with marzipan, and it reminded me of Seonghwa as it was his favourite dessert. Wondering where he wasâsince he had disappeared around half an hour agoâI searched the crowd while Theseus was busy filling his plate.
âIs it you who wants to be an Auror, or are your professors pushing you towards this job?â Theseusâ question earned my attention as I looked back at him, unsuccessful in my mission of finding Seonghwa.
âIt is me.â I answered with a smile, fiddling with my fingers nervously, âI hate injustice, and I hate seeing our world get torn apart as Grindelwald is trying to ruin us. I want to help in stopping him, I want to be a figure that others can entrust their lives to. I want to protect the innocent, and I am not scared to sacrifice myself for others. And when heâll finally be stopped, I will continue dedicating my life to help the right cause.â
Theseus hummed, his eyes softening as they quickly took in my form, a pleased look crossing his features, âYou sound quite determined, and you look tough too. I have spoken to Professor Merrythought about any student she deemed fit for the role of an Auror, and I am positive she talked about you for almost an hour, Miss Song.â
I gulped, feeling warmth spread through my chest in happiness that I had been praised so extensively by my professor to a very important and prominent person in the Ministry, âIâve still got two years until I graduate, but I hope to join you as soon as possible.â
âI cannot wait for that day to come, Miss Song.â Theseus grinned, grabbing the rose dessert, âI can already tell youâll be great; you sort of remind me of myself, actually.â
âI do?â I asked with a surprised tone, feeling my smile get even bigger.
âIndeed.â Theseus hummed and then took a bite of the rose as I tried to contain my glee, my mouth hurting from smiling so widely. Suddenly, there was a presence next to me, and I felt a hand gently grip my shoulder, the hold familiar but rather cold. I turned my head and was met with Tomâs piercing-blue cold eyes looking down at me impassively.
âMr. Scamander.â He greeted the Auror with a tight smile on his lips.
âMr. Riddle.â Theseus was in the middle of chewing his dessert, but he quickly forced it down his throat and shook Tomâs hand.
âDo you mind if I steal Miss Song for a dance?â Tomâs voice was suddenly light, dripping with sweetness as his face morphed into a warm smile, âHave I interrupted an important conversation?â
âI have said what I wanted to Miss Song, if she wishes so, you can steal her for a dance.â Theseus winked, our gazes meeting as suddenly his thoughts flooded my mind. For a powerful Auror like him, it took me off guard to find his mind so defenceless. Perhaps he didnât see a reason to guard his thoughts in the confines of Hogwarts, and before I could correct him that there was nothing between Tom and myselfâas Theseusâ thoughts claimedâI was already whirled around and guided towards the crowded dance floor. The orchestra played a nice tune, slow but not to the point all you could do was step left and right. Tom placed his hand on the middle of my back as he held my hand in his other one, a respectable distance between our bodies as he started leading.
âAny reason you wanted to dance with me?â I asked with narrowed eyes, knowing for a fact that Tom never danced. He hated dancing or standing as close to somebody as we were stood right now.
âHmm,â He hummed, his tone low and his voice pleasant to the ears as he spoke up again, âyou looked like you needed a little saving.â
âSpeaking to Mr. Scamander was pleasant,â I shrugged, holding onto Tomâs shoulder tighter as we narrowly avoided a drunken couple, âYou couldâve tried to save me when I was talking to Professor Slughorn and the spouses that work at St. Mungoâs, instead. They are weird.â
âThey are peculiar people, indeed.â Tom muttered, eyes falling on my face, âBut they are incredibly smart and good assets to a team.â
âWhat team?â I asked confused, eyebrows furrowing. Tom was leading us out of the crowded dance floor, thankfully, more towards the side where weâd have more space and wouldnât have to avoid every second drunken couple. A platinum blonde hair popped up in the crowd not far from us, and I stifled a laugh as Abraxas tried not to topple over as he was led towards the exit by his date.
âWell,â Tom started, eyebrows lightly furrowing as he mused over his words, like he didnât know how to formulate his next words. That was unexpected from Tom as he was a good speaker, and an intelligent person, âletâs put it this way. You build an army of people that are magically gifted, but smart too, and you lead them to victory.â
âWhy would you need this army?â I asked as I grew even more confused, âAre you talking about Grindelwald?â
âWe can take him as an example, yes.â Tom chuckled, a smirk pulling at his lips as our eyes bore into each otherâs, making me wonder for a split second if he was hiding something from me, âThe people he has on his side arenât just strong and powerful wizards and witches who excel at magic, they are also intelligent and strategize with him, leading him towards victoryââ
âYou think Grindelwald will prosper in this war?â I asked, feeling myself irked at such vile thoughts. Grindelwald wouldnât win, I would become an Auror just to make sure of it.
âNo, of course not.â Tom whispered, an easy smile adorning his lips and I felt his fingers gently rub against my knuckles. I sighed and looked away, surveying the crowd in hopes that I would finally find my lover. I missed him, I wanted to be by his side and dance with him, âAre you enjoying yourself?â
âOf course.â I chuckled, but my eyes were still searching the crowd as Tom cleared his throat, turning us around so that I was facing the exit now. My eyes stopped on the familiar form of my lover, and my eyebrows furrowed in wonder as I realized Seonghwa was speaking to Rabastan Lestrange and his parents, âAre you?â
âI hate these events, actually, even the Slug Club, but if I wish to remain in the graces of our daft professor, I mustââ
âI am really sorry for cutting you off like this, Tom.â I released my hold on Tom and took a step back, eyes hastily falling back on the Slytherin boy, âBut Iâve finally found my lover, I hope you donât mind.â
âRight,â Tomâs expression faltered, then returned to being cold as he nodded towards Seonghwa, âIâll see you around. But, Y/N, did you know Park and Lestrange have been acquittances for quite a while now?â
My eyebrows furrowed as I bit my lower lip, wondering if Seonghwa had ever mention Lestrange to me, âOf course, there are no secrets between Seonghwa and I.â
I felt the slight prodding at my mind, but Tom got nowhere near my thoughts as I have carefully guarded them all night. I bowed my head slightly before I walked away from the dance floor, nearing my lover and the Lestrange family with a soft smile on my lips. Rabastan was the first one to notice me, and he loudly cleared his throat, eyes jumping between Seonghwa and my approaching form. Seonghwa stiffened and I tried to mask my confusion as I stood next to my lover, âGood evening.â
âGood evening, MissâŠ?â Rabastanâs father was a gruff man, scary-looking, and rather unfriendly as his voice was harsh.
âSong, Song Y/N.â I answered and offered him my hand before I greeted his wife, who looked stoic and glared at me viciously. But I remained unphased as I continued smiling.
âSong,â She muttered, eyes narrowing as she shared a glance with her husband, âyour parents are quite prominent figures in the Ministry, arenât they?â
âYes.â I answered, not keen of talking about my parents. It was always about them, never about me. Theyâve made their own reputation already, I wanted to make one for myself.
âY/N is just as brilliant as her parents, if not more.â Seonghwa mused with a warm tone, lips pulled into a dashing smile as I felt his arm sneak around my middle and gently pull me into his side. My muscles softened as his familiar warmth and cologne embraced my being, making me look up at him with a small grin. Rabastanâs parents exchanged a glance as their son cleared his throat again, looking rather awkward.
âAnd you make a pair, I assume.â Rabastanâs father quirked an eyebrow, not looking very impressed by the prospect. Before I could answer, Seonghwa hummed lowly and I felt his fingers flex against my hips in a quiet request to remain silent. I bit my bottom lip, but adhered to his request.
âYes, Miss Song and I had been quite the academic rivals, but I suppose in our fifth year we found common ground and discovered together we are more powerful, our knowledge forever expanding.â Seonghwaâs answer made my eyebrows furrow as I turned my head to look at him with a questioning gaze, but he continued looking at the Lestranges, who seemed pleased with his answer.
âWell, yes, she is a Slytherin like our son,â Rabastanâs mother said with a chuckle that was filled with vice, âbut she might take after her parents, after all.â
Fed up with the cryptic conversation, I chuckled and flashed the Rabastans an apologetic smile before I cradled Seonghwaâs cheek in my hand and turned his head to face me, âMay we dance? Youâve neglected me the whole night, my love.â
âMy apologies,â Seonghwa hummed and kissed my wrist as I let my hand fall from his face, the two of us looking back at the Lestranges, âIt was a pleasure talking to you and meeting you Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange, I shall see you aroundâhopefully.â
They nodded wordlessly as Rabastan bid us farewell, and I intertwined my fingers with Seonghwaâs as I led us back to the dance floor, the crowd a little more dispersed now than it has been when I was dancing with Tom. The orchestra now had started playing slow tunes, all the dancing couples swaying gently to the music. I sighed as I felt Seonghwaâs arms slip around my hips to pull me close in, my arms circling his shoulders as our bodies flushed together, my nerves and muscles easing at the familiar press of his body against mine. Seonghwaâs round eyes had a warm glow in them, his cherry-like lips pulled into a soft smile. I chuckled and fought the muscles in my body yearning to press a kiss against his lips, and instead let my eyes travel down to the early Christmas gift I had given him earlier this morning. Seonghwa and I would be going home tomorrow, meaning that we wouldnât spend the holidays together like last year, when Hongjoong, his best friend, decided to stay at Hogwarts due to his horrible parents and Seonghwa and I decided to stay too, to keep him company. It was one of the best Christmases I have ever had.
My gift was something small, a thin silver chain necklace with a small star pendant hanging on it, representing the way I viewed Seonghwa. He was bright and beautiful, always glimmering in the darkness and guiding me through my hardships, helping me sparkle as bright as him. He was an inspiration and so easily lovable that sometimes I felt like I fell for him over and over again each day.
âI had no idea you knew Rabastan Lestrange?â I raised an eyebrow as Seonghwa sighed, our moves smooth as he twirled us around.
âBarely.â He muttered, dipping his head low, his breath fanning my face, âDid Professor Slughorn introduce you to Theseus Scamander? I saw you talking to him.â
âHe did!â I beamed, Seonghwaâs eyes creasing as he smiled back at me, âI am so happy I met him tonight, he said he cannot wait for me to join the Aurorâs Office.â
âIs that so?â Seonghwa hummed, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion. He didnât look too eager, but he chuckled upon seeing my reaction, it didnât sound amused, âWith how eager Riddle was to whisk you away for a dance, I figured you couldnât talk much to Mr. Scamander.â
âSeonghwa,â I sighed, interlacing my fingers around his neck as I tilted my head back, âcan we not do this here? Can we just not talk about Tom for one second?â
âHow can I not talk about Riddle when heâs openly trying to court my partnerââ
âSeonghwa.â I snapped quietly as I didnât want anyone to overhear our useless argument, âTom hates every female that breaths around him withing a meter radius, can you please for the love of Merlin stop this nonsense?!â
âI cannot.â He hissed, eyes narrowing as our steps faltered, âYou fail to see the issue at hand, Y/N, he hates every female but you. And I cannot stand thatââ
âWhy are you so jealous when I have never given you a reason to be?â I cut him off, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
âBecause youâre mine and I cannot fathom losing you, I justââ
âPark Seonghwa.â I sighed, cupping his cheeks as I shook my head at him, âYou are the love of my life, I have never loved anyone before you and I will never love anyone else but you. I donât want anyone else that isnât you, and I will never do. You are my star and the reason I live for, and I trust you with my whole being and have given all of myself to you. SometimesâI just wish you trusted me as much as I trust you. When you act like this, you make me feel guilty and bad, like I donât deserve your love and you.â
Seonghwaâs bottom lip was between his teeth and he released a long sigh as his hands sneaked back to grip my hips, âOnly Merlin know how much I love you, Y/N, how much faith I have in you, and just how much I trust you. Itâs this irrational fear that I will lose you if I make a wrong move that makes me act like this. I donât even care about Riddleâor anyone elseâif I have one fear, itâs that of losing the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. I might be your star, but a star cannot shine without darkness. I need you, promise me youâll stay by my side no matter what.â
âI promise to forever stay by your side, Hwa.â
           Hongjoong was a good friend to Seonghwa, righteous, and ferociously protective. But even Hongjoong could tell apart right from wrong, unlike Seonghwa. And when I had gotten home after meeting him at the coffee shop, in the haste of searching for my yellow bottle of pills as my hands had started trembling once again, I found a small rolled up paper nestled between the white tablets. Eager to swallow the sedatives, I held the paper carefully, and after downing two tablets, I unrolled the paper, eyebrows furrowing when I realized it was an address to a fancy place in high-end London, where socialites mingled to their hearts wishesâboth muggles, wizards, and witches alike. Hongjoong would never help me in taking down his best friend, but he also knew I was offering his best friend the easy way out this time. I would let him flee if he promises to never show himself around GrindelwaldâI would do that because itâs Seonghwa. Because I cannot imagine a life without him even if heâs not by my side, just the thought of knowing heâs out there breathing and living keeps me going.
The casino Hongjoong had given me the address of was fancy and elite, only those who had an invite could enter. But I had connections, getting in was the easiest part. And perhaps, feeling nostalgic after having seen Hongjoong, I yearned to see more familiar faces that reminded me of my innocent childhood, familiar faces that could help me forget that I havenât heard from Mingi and Yunho in a week. They were alive, that much we knew, but we had no idea if they had been discovered or injured, or if they have gone low-key in order to have even fewer chances of compromising their mission. Nonetheless, when I sent an owl to an old-time friend, I did not expect to receive an answer this eager, at least not from this particular person. Having taken my time to tidy up and make myself presentable, I slipped my bottle of pills inside my purse, knowing that there were great chances I would be seeing Seonghwa tonightâthat was the whole point of me going to the casino. I was restless all day long and I had probably already taken too many of them, but the tremors of my hands never once stopped, and I could feel my heart race all day long. It was unsettling, but I knew there was nothing more I could do about it but slip the bottle in my purse and pray to Merlin for a successful mission. If I managed to get Seonghwa on my side tonight, much would changeâthe war would change.
There was a light smog in the air of London as I neared the casino, the evening breeze pleasant for once as the cobblestones were slippery from the previous rain. There was a light drizzle in the air still, but the invisible shield I had casted around myself to protect me from it was doing its job fairly well to keep me dry. My fur coat kept me warm as the nature of my dress was more daring tonight, attention grabbing on purpose. As I neared the entrance of the casino, lit up brightly and bustling with ladies and gentlemen that had bright smiles on their faces, I noticed a tall figure looming to the side in the darker corner of the street. Heartbeat halting, I hurried my steps as I clutched the invitation tighter in my hands, eager to see the manâs face from up-close. Itâs been a few years since weâve seen each other, I didnât think heâd actually join me tonight. I knew he had his own ambitions, what those were exactly, I couldnât tell. Heâs always been secretive, but heâs made quite the reputation for himself after finishing Hogwarts. He was a young promising man, eager to chase after his desires.
âMiss Song!â His voice had gotten deeper over the years, but remained as velvety as always. My lips pulled into a smile as I was finally close enough to see his face clearly, and I was taken aback by the obvious changes the years have brought to his once youthful face. His eyes were still as bright and blue, perhaps even icier than they used to be, but his cheekbones had become hollower, skin ashier. He looked good, but he looked ghastly.
âMr. Riddle.â I came to a stop in front of him with a big smile on my face, and was taken aback by the arms that have wrapped around me in a hug. Tom had always hated physical contact, I wondered if the passing of years had changed that, âYouâve changed. A lot.â
âHopefully in a good way.â He chuckled as he released me, smirking dashingly at me. I would be lying if I said my heart didnât skip a beat. I chuckled and shook my head, taking in his even taller, but lanky, form.
âI suppose yes,â I hummed, realizing that there were no traces of the young boy I have once viewed as perhaps my little brother, âYouâve grown taller, I didnât think that was possible.â
Tom and I chuckled at the same time as he reached out again, squeezing my lower arm, âAnd you look stronger than ever.â
I hummed and tried to hide the way my tremors only worsened at his words, wanting to tell him that I was on the brink of falling apart every day. I wasnât strong, I was far from being strong, I just refused to give in to the darkness until I have fulfilled my purpose, then I could finally let go. Give in to whatever madness threatened to pull my thoughts to an everlasting field of blackness, the stars absent from the night sky. Stars that have long abandoned me, left me alone to fend for myself, to figure things out without a guiding light.
âLetâs head inside, Iâm beginning to feel cold.â I muttered as Tom hummed, offering his arm for me to take as he confidently waltzed us towards the entrance, the bouncer smiling at us pleasantly as I handed over our invitation. It seems that he already knew Tom, who, it turns out, frequents this casino rather often. The question was on the tip of my tongue, whether he sees Seonghwa here often or not, but I didnât want to know. It was better not to know. I couldnât start questioning Tomâs morality right now, I had to stay focused on the task at hand, which was finding Seonghwa and trying to coerce him onto my side.
           The place was buzzing with all sorts of people, all seemingly eager to socialize and make lasting connections. The interior of the casino was vast and covered in red and black dĂ©cor, giving it a sultry but eloquent touch. We had barely walked in when our coats and purses were taken to a garderobe for safe keeping. And before Tom could explain much about the place and the type of events that were held here, we were swarmed by quite a few wizards and witches, all very keen of talking to Tom, of holding his attention for more than five minutes. It seems like that hasnât changed since Hogwarts.
I remained by his side and smiled, only spoke up when I was addressed to as I was too busy searching the roomâthe crowdâfor the familiar face that I was here in the first place. I had opted to wear a long-sleeved dress as it was still cold outside, the velvet fabric feeling soft against my skin, keeping me perhaps too warm inside the parched room. The neckline of it was a deeper cut, just shy of stopping at the swell of my breasts, and I had decorated my long neck with emeralds that glinted prettily under the light. The dress was long, I had to be careful not to step on it with the heel of my high heels, and it was a poison green, tricky as under the light it glimmered green, however, otherwise it appeared black. I had pulled my hair away from my face and curled the strands, letting them fall free against my back as simple emerald earrings decorated my ears.
I was itching to hold onto something as I tried not to fidget with my hands, preferably to feel the comforting weight of the bottle of pills, but as they were hidden away in my purse, the only reassurance that I wasnât completely defenceless lay hidden under my long dress, strapped against my shin was my wand. Over the years, I have learned to excel in wandless magic completely, but just knowing that I had my wand on me helped ease my nervous heartbeat. My eyes never stopped surveying the crowd, waiting to spot those round eyes and cherry-red lips.
âArenât you the Songsâ daughter, my dear?â I felt a lady gently touch my arm in order to grab my attention, and I averted my eyes from the back of a man who seemed to have a form similar to Seonghwaâs.
âI am.â I answered the older lady with a pleasant smile, trying to seem cordial despite my nerves.
âOh, you are gorgeous.â She whispered, fingering the velvet sleeve of my dress, lips pursed, âYou were a Slytherin, yes?â
âYes.â I hummed, glancing side ways at Tom, wondering whether he could save me from this stranger, but he was busy speaking to who seemed to be the ladyâs husband, âDoes that matter?â
âWell, Slytherins are highly regarded in our society, we are prestige, you know?â The old lady smirked, and I gently pulled my hands behind my back, feeling uncomfortable that she wouldnât stop touching my dress.
âI wouldnât call ourselves prestige when most from our house turn towards the usage of the Dark Arts in inconvenient and illegal ways.â I grumbled, trying to hide my distaste as the older lady chuckled, eyes narrowing at me.
âSo, you seem to share your parentsâ beliefs, after all.â I heaved a long sigh, looking at the lady with a pressing glare. It was always about my parents, about sharing their beliefs. I was fed up with hearing that over and over again. What did people expect of me? To follow the âpathâ of other Slytherins and join dark causes? Why did everyone have prejudices of us? And most of all, why did everyone assume all Slytherins were evil and would turn against what was right to do?
âMy parents are mighty people and proud of their legacy.â My voice was harsh as I squared my shoulders back, the older ladyâs eyes slightly widened, âMy mother was a Hufflepuff and she raised me with compassion and fierce love that taught me how to differentiate wrong from right. My father was a Ravenclaw that is beyond wise his years and values knowledge above anything else, he taught me that there is no reason to live if you donât learn constantly, if you donât find a passion that you excel in. Excuse me if I find no joy in slaying those innocents around me, if I donât enjoy tea parties organized to discuss who would and who wouldnât live another day. You, and everyone else, should know basic human decency and stop playing the Gods youâll never be. I am Slytherin proud of my heritage, and Merlin be damned if I let another one look down on me because of my parents, who have achieved things far beyond your capability in this fragile life that we live. So, if you happen to have a problem with me, or the fact that I am a Song, please, speak to be bluntly and not in riddles.â
The older ladyâs mouth hung open in shock, and we have earned the attention of Tom and the man he was talking to, the two looking just as taken aback as the lady. Well, Tom didnât look that much surprised, his frown told me of his distaste towards my words, and the swift glare sent my way signalled to me to shut up. But I didnât want to, my nerves were on a high and if one more person mentions my parents and the fact that I am the âSongsâ daughterâ, I shall repeat my speech proud and loud for the whole room to hear. It wasnât hard to guess that it was infested with Grindelwaldâs people, and my stomach churned as I felt Tomâs fingers sneak around my wrist, holding it so firmly I almost winced in pain.
âSheâs opiniated.â Is what the old man said at last, eyes narrowed as he pulled his wife closer into his side, âIs this who youâve looked up to at Hogwarts? The woman youâve mentioned before?â
My breath stilled as I looked at Tom confused, feeling suddenly uncomfortable as I tried to untangle his fingers from my wrist but he wasnât letting go. Was Seonghwa right all along? Was Tom trying to veer me away from Seonghwa while we were at Hogwarts? Had I been actually blind to Tomâs advances? But that mustnât have been possible, Iâve heard Tom say multiple times that he wasnât capable of feeling love for anyone, nor was he interested in maintaining any relationships, not even friendships.
âI apologize for her harsh words,â Tom bowed his head humbly, making my eyebrows furrow, âin her field of work she must be blunt and unfiltered, sometimes that slips into her everyday life too.â
I grit my teeth, but remained silent as the older man chuckled, eyes twinkling as he took me in. My face was a mask of impassiveness despite the urge to jinx both him and his wife. Deciding that I didnât want to partake in this wretched conversation anymore, I turned my head and allowed my eyes to survey the crowd again. I heard Tomâs voice, but I paid no mind to what words were said. I knew the older couple walked away with a laugh on their lips, and I felt Tomâs eyes piercing the side of my head, but I was frozen. My tremors returned in the worst way, making my arms tremble as I tried to gulp but my throat felt dry, eyes glassing over the longer I looked at the familiar, yet so foreign face of my once lover. He was far from us, in the heart of the crowd as he tipped his head back, lips pulled into a charming smile as he laughed. The sound was swallowed by the cacophony created by the conversing people and the playing orchestra, yet I could hear its warm timbre as if he were right next to me.
He had also changed, became less boyish looking and turned sharper in angles he didnât have before. His jaw was sharp and his nose tall, his round eyes void of the softness I was so used to receiving from him. His cheekbones were more defined than before, his cheeks having lost the baby fat I so loved pinching, and his black hair was longer than I have ever seen it before, framing his face, falling onto his forehead as his bangs were styled carefully. Gone were his wild curls that he always struggled to keep in one place. Park Seonghwa has changed since the last time Iâve seen him, and I was afraid I couldnât recognize him anymore. Had Grindelwald stolen away even the last remnants of my lover?
âI canât breathe.â I croaked out as I held onto my middle, my muscles so tense I was in pain as I tried not to double over and empty the contents of my stomach. I needed my pills, I had to take them before I would cause a scene. Suddenly, as Seonghwaâs eyebrows furrowed and his eyes turned sharp, vigilante, and found mine, Tom obscured my view of him, eyebrows furrowed in concern, yet I couldnât actually see the concern in his eyes, or on his face.
âLetâs head over to the bar,â He said quietly, grabbing my hand and stopping the absent-minded scratching I had started doing, âwater will do you good.â
I hummed, unable to will my legs to move, and felt thankful when Tom gently coerced me towards the bar, nestling my arm in his as he pulled me into his side, his cologne foreign. There was nothing comforting about his presence, unlike how Hongjoongâs had been, and I struggled to regulate my breathing and frantic heartbeats, telling myself that I was here on a mission and that I had to place aside any feelings I felt towards Seonghwa. I couldnât compromise my mission this way, I was here to offer Seonghwa a way out. If I wasnât able to keep it together for just one night, then why was I even here?
Too wrapped up in my mind, I didnât hear Tom speak to the bartender, nor did I see the glass of water that was placed in front of me until Tom poked my trembling hands and pushed the glass towards me. I quickly took it and gulped down the cool water in a few sips, thankful that the ache in my throat was finally soothed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I placed the glass back onto the surface of the bar, willing my muscles to loosen up as I licked my lips, Tomâs pressing stare becoming irritating. I exhaled slowly and opened my eyes, glancing over to Tom, voice raspy as I spoke up, âThank you.â
âIâm here for you.â Tom muttered, grabbing my hand and making the hairs stand on my arms as I didnât want to be touched. But I said nothing as I gulped and nodded once, focusing on my trembling hands as I knew Tom had noticed them, his eyes straying towards them. If only I could fetch my purse to take just one pill, it would help a lot right now. I sighed and had started pulling my hand away from Tomâs just as a person appeared right next to Tom, lean body leaning against the bar as his eyes were cold, narrow, and piercing.
âGood evening.â He spoke up upon making eye contact with me, and I forgot how to breathe all over again, âMiss Song, Mr. Riddle.â
âMr. Park.â My voice was a mere whisper as our eyes bore into each other, mine desperately searching for a semblance of the man I used to love. But it was gone, innocence and youth long ripped from him, now only a shell of the dorky and geeky boy that used to recite poems to me that he found in muggle books. It broke my heart; it made me madâit made my hands tremble even worse.
âOh, and who are these?â A very thick accented female voice spoke up, her dark red lips pulled into a pleasant and friendly smile as her eyes rivalled Tomâs blueness. I gulped, eyes straying from her onto Seonghwa as he looked down at her, his expression softening as he placed an arm around her middle. I didnât allow myself to feel anything upon seeing that as my eyes snapped back up to Seonghwaâs face, waiting for his next move.
âOld acquittances from Hogwarts.â He said easily, flashing the woman a quick fake smile, âThis is Rhaena, she went to Beauxbatons.â
âPleased to meet you!â Her French accent was irritating as she extended her hand to shake, eyes stalling on Tom for a second too long. I bit the insides of my cheeks, trying to reign in my scowl as Tom elegantly pressed a kiss against her knuckles, smirking at her with a charming gaze.
âMy name is Song Y/N.â I introduced myself confidently once it was my turn to shake her hand, my handshake firm and perhaps too strong as Rhaena winced while my eyes landed on Seonghwa, my own lips pulling into an unamused smirk, âI must admit being introduced as mere acquittances leaves me with a distaste I didnât think Iâd harbour towards you, Mr. Park.â
Tom laughed loudly, watching Seonghwa with a challenging look as Rhaena turned and looked back at him with a quirk to her eyebrow, âMy memories must be murky, my apologies, itâs been long since weâve last seen each other, Miss Song. But I see you continue entertaining your old admirersââ
âAdmirer is a strong word,â Tom cut him off with a chuckle, but it was far from being friendly as he glared at Seonghwa, âI merely admire Miss Songâs working etiquette, always have, ever since our time at Hogwarts, I suppose. Is it such a crime to look up to a strong, ambitious, and independent woman?â
I could see the spark of interest in Rhaenaâs eyes the longer Tom talked, and it irked me. If she was with Seonghwa, why was she so openly interested in other men? Did Seonghwa not see? Did he not care? Seonghwa deserved better than a woman who couldnât remain loyal to him.
âAmbitious with foolish ideasââ Before Seonghwa could finish his jab and break my heart more than it was already, Rhaena interjected, smiling widely at Tom. I knew he wasnât interested in her, but it was scary how well he played his act of looking interested in the eager woman.
âI have always loved a man who is able to recognize the power his partner holds and worship her like a queen.â Rhaenaâs lips pulled into a suggestive smirk as she licked her lips, eyes raking over Tomâs body, making me feel uncomfortable as I eyed the two. Tom chuckled under his breath but I noticed the way his jaw clenched and unclenched.
âYouâre too daring for me, Miss Rhaena.â Tom settled with saying, making the French woman pout as she suddenly pressed herself to Seonghwaâs side, who was glaring at Tomâs blatant rejection.
âAnd Miss Song isnât?â Seonghwaâs lips pulled into a vicious smile, face contorting into something sinister as he continued with an air of insignificance, âAfter all, Aurors take great pride in their work and never place anyone above themselves.â
âMiss Song knows the distinction between her personal life and her work.â Tom snapped back, grabbing the sleeve of my dress when I started shuffling on my feet, feeling uncomfortable by the exchange. I felt a little prodding in my mind and as I glanced at Tom, he was already looking at me with a frown. I nonverbally reassured him that I was okay, and finally admitted to him that I was here on a mission. He understood quickly and didnât ask questions, only stated that heâd help me with whatever.
âSo, you two are married, then? Rhaena kept on antagonizing us as our telepathic conversation was broken, and my eyebrows furrowed as I scoffed.
âTom is an old friend that I have always been fond of, are you married to Seonghwa?â Perhaps my tone was too snappy, perhaps my words gave away too much. I gulped, realizing that my emotions were getting the best of me, making me ponder again whether I should just go ask for my purse to take another pill. Things were going horribly; this isnât what I had planned for the night.
âNo.â It was Seonghwa who answered, voice deep and laced with anger, âWhat are you doing here, Miss Song? I havenât seen you at the casino before.â
âIâm here to accompany Tom as heâs told me heâs been feeling rather lonely on his visits to the casino.â I plastered on a fake smile, levelling my voice so that they wouldnât be able to tell that I was lying. Even Tom seemed to be surprised as he hummed next to me in confirmation of said lie, tilting his head as he looked at Seonghwa challengingly, âItâs a nice break from my work that you seem to know so much of, Mr. Park.â
But Rhaena seemed to be stuck on a different part of the conversation, âMr. Riddle, would you like to be my first dance partner of the night?â
I stiffened as Tom chuckled, giving me a quick glance before he nodded and extended his hand for Rhaena to take. She batted her eyelashes at him and pursed her lips as she waved at Seonghwa, walking off with Tom towards the dance floor. I gulped, eyes stuck onto them as I subconsciously started rubbing my left hand, nails digging into my skin painfully, scratching the skin as it left marks. My heart had started hammering against my chest, and I couldnât face Seonghwa as I felt his piercing gaze bore into the side of my head. I knew why I was here; I knew what I wanted to say to him, but his hostile attitude wasnât something I had expected, and now I felt like I needed to rethink and reformulate everything I had wanted to say to him.
Jumping at the sudden warm touch against my hand, I faced Seonghwa with wide eyes as he squeezed my fingers, stopping me from scratching my skin up more. My eyebrows furrowed as my hand tingled, leaving my throat dry once again as Seonghwaâs expression was blank, his round eyes having lost their beautiful and warm glimmer.
âWill you dance with me?â His voice was quiet, tone almost dejected, and I gulped as I nodded wordlessly. He didnât release my hand, instead, he intertwined his fingers with mine as he led the way towards the dancing crowd, making my insides churn at the familiar feel of his larger palm pressing against my small one.
For a second, I felt like a teenager back at Hogwarts, dancing with Seonghwa under the moonlight to a melody that he so often hummed. But the bodies that nearly collided into mine did a good job of helping me repress the memory to stay level-headed, and instead, I straightened my back and finally remembered what I was taught when I was training to become an Auror. The mission was my number one priority now, and so, I repressed all emotions and slipped a neutral expression onto my face as Seonghwa stopped in the middle of the crowd and turned around to face me. He raised our intertwined hands and yanked me towards himself, taking me off guard as I stumbled into his body. He swiftly grabbed onto my hip and I steadied myself as I held onto his shoulder, turning my head away to gaze over it as Seonghwaâs eyes landed on my face. My heart was hammering against my ribcage, skin burning everywhere it touched Seonghwaâs.
It felt familiar being in his hold, warm and comforting, yet his body was tense and on-alert. Seonghwa was a smart man, he knew if I was here, other Aurors might be too, he was on the look-out in case he needed to flee. My body was tense too, but for different reasons. I was trying not to give in to the yearning of my consciousness after the warm body that I knew so well, the embrace that made me feel like the luckiest person on the planet, the lips that ignited my skin on fire wherever they touched. I have missed Seonghwa so much that sometimes I wondered if my impeding madness was imposed upon me by our separation.
âItâs unexpected seeing you here.â Seonghwa muttered carefully, voice void of the previous hostility. I gulped and nodded, having to agree with him.
âI was curious of this place.â That wasnât a total lie, and Seonghwa could tell. I felt his finger graze against my knuckles, gently rubbing them, but I ignored it for my peace of mindâwhich I was already struggling with.
âAnd how do you like it?â
âItâs too pompous, fake, prestigious.â
âPeople are here to make beneficial connections, of course itâs fake.â Seonghwaâs voice had dropped low so that nobody but me would hear him. I hummed, licking my lips as I felt him pull me more into himself as we danced around in a small circle, his familiar cologne making my head spin. Even after all these years, he looked and felt like the Seonghwa I once fell in love with.
âYour hair is long now.â I had no idea why I said that but I couldnât take it back now, and Seonghwaâs steps stuttered for a second, making me step on my dress.
âIâve always liked it better like this,â He said once he cleared his throat, âI kept it short because my parents didnât like it.â
âI know.â I whispered and closed my eyes, giving in to my bodyâs cravings as I felt Seonghwaâs hand slip lower, press firmly against my lower back as our bodies flushed together, making me let out a stuttered breath.
âAnd your parents, are they well?â I felt bile rise up in my throat upon the question that left his mouth. He knew about them, of course he did, it was his people who sent them into hiding. My parents had played an enormous part in discovering the identity of Grindelwaldâs men and their hideout. Of course, they were being hunted by Grindelwald now. I wasnât safe either, but I was an Auror now, a talented one, Grindelwald wouldnât waste his time on somebody who could very well defend themselves against him and his army. At least, not yet. Iâm sure my time will come too.
âYouâre being a hypocrite right now, Seonghwa.â I snapped, hearing him heave a sigh.
âTheyâve always been kind to me, I do not wish mal-intent towards themââ
âAnd towards others?â I snapped, eyebrows furrowed as I pulled my head back to be able to look him in the eyes, âTowards all the innocent lives Grindelwald has takenâyou have taken?!â
Seonghwa gulped, jaw clenching as his eyes narrowed, âThereâs nothing innocent about being oppressed and having to hide our true nature while those mudbloods continue living their lives carefree and in peace.â
âMudbloods.â I whispered, shaking my head in disappointment at Seonghwa, âYouâre a half-blood, Seonghwaââ
âEnough.â Seonghwa snapped, his grip on my hand turning just a little painful, âI do not want to hear whatever you have to sayââ
âWell, that is hilarious, Seonghwa.â I chuckled humourless, eyes narrowing at him in annoyance, âYou cannot silence me, you cannot tell me what to do.â
âI can silence you,â He gulped, eyebrows furrowing, âfor forever, if I want to.â
I froze, feeling a chill run down my spine, and then I just chuckled. I raised my eyebrows at him, looking him in the eyes challengingly, âLike youâve silenced all those unassuming folk living in those village you burned to a crisp?!â
Seonghwaâs face contorted in anger, his round eyes narrowing as they stared me down fiercely, a dangerous glint in them, âWhat had to be done was done. They refused to join our cause.â
âA cause that is wrong and harms others, Seonghwa.â My voice raised slightly as I had lost my patience, our faces leaning in close as we both breathed through our noses harshly, glaring down each other, âYouâve done so many atrocities that youâre afraid to face the repercussions, isnât it? Itâs still not late, Seonghwa, if you come with me tonight, I can make things less painful for you. I can convince the officials to lessen your sentence, I can make them reason with you. If you say you regret everything youâve done and that you will strive to fix your mistake, they willââ
âI will never do that.â Seonghwa hissed and I felt his breath fan my face, âI stand by what I believe in, I stand by what I have done, Y/N. You are on the wrong side, and you all will pay.â
Body shaking from both anger and anxiety, I tried to inhale deeply and exhale, but my throat felt restricted, and the longer I remained in Seonghwaâs arms the more choked up I would feel. I needed to get away, to get away from the man that didnât resemble my once lover. This wasnât the Seonghwa I had fallen in love with, this wasâa monster standing in front of me. I bit my lower lip, feeling them tremble as I tried to supress the desperate need to cry, I wouldnât do it. Not here, not in front of him, not ever again. I have cried enough because of him.
Feeling unsafe and cold in his arms, I tried to detach myself from Seonghwa, but his hold only tightened as his eyebrows further furrowed, looking like he was fighting with himself, a turmoil going on inside his mind. My blood froze over when my eyes slipped from his face, falling onto the necklace that sat against his black shirt, sparkling underneath the dim lights. It was the star necklace I had gifted him. Shaking my head, I looked back up in his eyes, grabbing onto the collar of his vest as Seonghwaâs arms held me in a firm embrace, fingers pressing painfully so into my lower back, âSeonghwa.â
And when his eyes shook, I knew he had lost control over himself, over his emotions, over his mind. I felt my eyes fill with tears for breaking even the little trust thatâs remained between the two of us as our eyes bled into each other, making it easy for me to push through his fragile mindâs barriers. It was frightening how dark his thoughts were, revolving around murder and strategies of taking down even more people, of converting even more wizards and witches for their âgreaterâ cause. It was terrifying how good of a manipulator Grindelwald was, the fatherly look in his eyes when he looked at Seonghwa, the praises that left his mouth addictingâthe complete opposite of Seonghwaâs muggle father who would never understand our world. I felt a small resistance trying to build itself back up in his mind, but I was strongerâTomâs lessons at Hogwarts had paid off, the Auror training only making my acquired skills strongerâand so, I pushed forward, searching for anything that would be of use for future purposes.
In my search, I stumbled past sleepless nights spent staring up at the ceiling, of tear-filled eyes and salty cheeks as a familiar man cradled Seonghwa to his chest, shushing him and reassuring him of a bright ending. I heard broken whispers of my name as heâd wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare, of lustful touches that were turned down in a haste at last, and ear-piercing shouts that sent everything tumbling to the ground, shattering. And then, painfilled screams and pleas for mercy, people on their knees crying, mothers cradling their children to their chests as their houses burned down andâa piece of parchment that wouldâve been blank if it wasnât for the name of the town scribbled down on it, Grindelwaldâs harsh voice commanding my once lover to make everyone perish, nobody spared. He didnât need anyone on his side from that village, he wanted revenge. Revenge on my parents and on everyone whoâs ever tried to mislead him and take him down. Mingi. Yunho.
Seonghwa and I gasped loudly as he finally managed to push me out of his mind, not that I wanted to see anything beyond this. I have seen everything I needed. I had to alert the aurors of the attack Grindelwald had planned on our hideout. My heart raced in fear for my loved ones, and suddenly, I became aware of the hands holding my arms painfully, making me hiss out in pain as I looked up at Seonghwaâs face, feeling my heart still as his eyes were filled with tears, shaking, mouth agape as he looked speechless. I knew heâd hate me for invading his mind without permission, but I had to do it. Our trust in each other has been long broken; I was doing this for the greater good. Seonghwa wouldnât understand, but he didnât have to. Despite being a monster, he did something good, he contributed to saving hundreds of lives by weakening his mental barrier.
âYou-youââ His voice was shaky as his eyebrows furrowed, body starting to shake from anger, âhow could you?!â
âYou made me do this, Seonghwa.â I gulped, jumping when he grabbed my nape painfully so, yanking our heads so close to each other that our lips brushed together. I felt my knees grow weak, it would be so easy to press my lips against his now, to feel the soft and plush skin against mine, to devour him and taste him. Heâs always felt like home, but would he still feel like it? âYou gave me no choice, Seonghwa.â
He scoffed, sneering at me as I whimpered when his fingernails dug into the sensitive skin of my neck, âYouâre a monster, theyâve turned you into a monster.â
âAs they have with you.â I whispered, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying, to keep myself from surrendering to Seonghwa completely. Seonghwa huffed, looking like he couldnât believe what I have just said, eyes falling onto my lips as I tilted my head back, hands smoothing against his chest as my fingers ached from griping onto his vest so tightly. And my eyelashes threatened to flutter closed when Seonghwa angled his head just a little lower, his plump lips slotted perfectly against mine if one of us were to just tip our heads even the slightest forward.
But we were monsters to each other, the bogeyman of each otherâs stories.
 1943
           I was close to finishing my patrolling duties, the Astronomy Tower my last stop before I could head back to the Slytherin common room and catch up on some much-needed sleep. Our examinations for the end of the year were nearing, more notedly, we only had one more week to catch up on every lesson before weâd be subjected to the long week of finals. It was stressful and I barely had any time for anything besides studying, so, much like others, I was cooped up in the library, scribbling down any necessary information that I mightâve missed during classes. Seonghwa and I only met up when weâd have breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the dining hallâunless one of us decided to skip due to not having studied enough that day. But that was alright, we both valued our studies and grades above all and, besides, we left little messages for each other in hidden places that we knew the other would patrol in the evenings after curfew.
The steps to the Astronomy Tower were steep and made of thick concrete, I pressed my palm against the stone wall for guidance and to feel safer as I was headed up to the tower. I had a slight fear of heights, which wasnât too handy when I had to fly on a broom, hence why I never even considered playing Quidditch despite finding it cool and entertaining. Hongjoong couldâve probably brewed me a potion that made my fear halt but then again, I donât know how smart it would have been to trust Hongjoong with even the simplest potions. He loved experimenting, and I had been on the receiving end of his failed brews one too many times. I am sure Madam Gorsemoor, herself, will banish me from this school if I turn up with an aching tummy to her Infirmary one more time.
I was panting by the time I reached the top of the stairs, all I had to do was round the corner and peek around it, then I could bolt back down to the Slytherin dormitories. However, just as I was about to do that, I heard hushed voices echoing around the stone walls. I couldnât tell exactly what was being said as the voices were low, nonetheless, I did have to interrupt whatever was going on as I was a PrefectâI would even need to deduct house points if these were students and not professors. Squaring my shoulders and straightening my back to look more menacing than I actually wasâwith hopes of scaring off the studentsâI power-walked around the corner, only to freeze in the next second. Seonghwa stood leaning against the railing of the terrace, the wind howling loudly without the walls protecting us, and he was speaking to Rabastan Lestrange. My eyebrows furrowed as I noticed another figure sitting down, feet dangling over the ledge as he was leaned back on his hands, gazing up at the bright starry night sky, Hongjoong.
I didnât understand what was happening, and I gulped as I carefully hid back around the corner, grateful that the three boys hadnât noticed me. I peeked my head around the stone wall, still, and cast a wandless eavesdropping spell, Seonghwa and Rabastanâs voices suddenly tangible to my ears.
âSo, what youâre saying is that your parents got everything ready for us?â Seonghwaâs usually warm voice lacked emotion now, and I could see that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
âYes, all we have to do is give them the go.â Rabastanâs voice was harsh much like his fatherâs, and my eyebrows furrowed even more as I felt more confused than ever. What was this about and how did Seonghwa know Rabastan? What even was the purpose of this meeting after curfew? Was it worth it for Rabastan and Hongjoong to get caught and have house points reduced?
âBut are you certain weâve got enough people on the inside?â Seonghwa pressed on, sounding stressed, âOut of twenty-five people I have talked to, only ten wanted to join the cause.â
âIs he one of them?â Rabastan scoffed, tilting his head in Hongjoongâs direction as he remained ignorant of the two. I chewed on my bottom lip as Seonghwa glanced back at his best friend then shook his head slightly.
âDonât worry about him,â Seonghwa muttered and Hongjoong gave him a lopsided smirk and a wink. Rabastan looked disgusted as he averted his eyes, glaring at Seonghwa now.
âIf Grindelwald arrives and marches inside the school, we need to have enough students on his side to defend against the other fools, Park.â Rabastan hissed and my eyes widened, a tiny gasp slipping past my lips in shock, âHeâs been planning this for way too long for you to mess it upââ
âAnd I have been planning alongside him just as much, Lestrange.â Seonghwa leered as he got all up in Rabastanâs face, his face contorted in anger. I had never seen Seonghwa look like that, I couldnât believe this was real, that my Seonghwa was saying such things. What did he mean heâs been planning alongside himâalongside Grindelwald?! Was Seonghwa doing bad things behind my back? There had to be an explanation to all of this, this can only be a sick joke. Before I could react, Hongjoong tipped his head back, looking rather bored until we made eye contact. His eyes widened instantly and his mouth fell open as he struggled to scramble up as I shook my head at him ânoâ, but it was already too late.
âSeonghwa!â He hissed, and I watched as my lover looked over to his best friend with an irked expression on his face until he followed Hongjoongâs line of sight, our eyes meeting. I gasped, my heart racing in my chest as I whirled around and took off running, waving off the spell I had cast. I held onto the railing tightly as I tried to make my way fast down the stairs, struggling not to stumble and accidentally fall as I heard hurried footsteps echo behind me, laboured breaths leaving the personâs mouth. I didnât dare look back to see who was following after me, but if they werenât casting jinxes my way it meant that I was somewhat safe. At least as long as they didnât reach the end of the staircase. The winding stairs seemed to suddenly never end as the wind howled in the distance the closer I got to the bottom, to the wooden door that was ajar as I had left it like that, the key to the door sitting in my pocket.
My lungs heaved for air as I finally reached the last stone step, letting go of the railing as I ran for the wooden door, screaming in fright when I felt a hand wrap around my bicep and yank me back before I could leave. I was whirled around and pushed against the door as I frantically tried to fight off the hands gripping my arms now.
âY/N, itâs me.â The breathy voice was gentle, âMy love, itâs Seonghwa.â
But that wasnât comforting to hear anymore as my head snapped up, wide eyes staring at Seonghwaâs worried face. I gulped and gripped his forearms, pulling him closer towards me as our chests rose and fell quickly, âExplain.â
Seonghwaâs face blanched, skin paling as he gulped, his grip softening against my biceps, âIâwhat you heard isnâtâmy love, letâs stay level-headedââ
âIs it true?â I snapped, jaw clenching as I couldnât stand to hear him stutter, âWhat Lestrange has said, is it true, Seonghwa?!â
âCalm down firstââ
âDonât tell me to calm down!â I screamed and fought his grip off, pushing him away from me. My hands had started trembling as I stared at him with disgust, trying to make sense of everything, âIt is true?! Are you on-on Grindelwaldâs side?!â
âY/N,â Seonghwa froze, his expression suddenly faltering as he looked past me, at the wooden door, âYesâYes, I am.â
I felt my heart clench as tears flooded my eyes in an instant, and I was gripping Seonghwaâs shirt in a flash, yanking him down to be eye-level with me, âTell me youâre lying. Look me in the eyes.â
Seonghwaâs jaw clenched and unclenched as he licked his lips, struggling to take a long breath as his eyes fell on my face, searching for something that he didnât find as suddenly he looked resigned, âItâs not a lie, my love, I have chosen to support Grindelwaldâs cause. Weâve been forced to suffer for too long, shunned into hiding while those creatures do as they please, while they live the lives we are supposed to live.â
I shuddered at his words and released him as if he had burned me, hugging my arms around my middle as I bit my bottom lip, a few tears having escaped my eyes, âYou were there. At Lucyâs funeral, you were there, Seonghwa. She died because of Grindelwald. Her entire familyâeradicated, burned down, because she was an innocent Muggle.â
Seonghwaâs eyes were filled with tears too as I had started crying now, hands shaking even more as I tried to wipe my cheeks dry, but the tears just kept flowing, âIâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry?!â I snapped, voice shaking from the betrayal I was feeling, from anger, and from feeling like my heartâs been ripped out, âHow could you look me in the eyes every single day, touch me, when youâve been going behind my back and plotting such atrocious thing, Seonghwa?!â
âI wanted to tell you but youâyouââ I took a step back as Seonghwa tried to reach out for me, watching the hurt expression on his face due to my rejection, âI knew youâd react like this; I just couldnât tell you. Youâdâruin our plans.â
It felt like a punch to the gut hearing the love of my life say those things and I laughed, body shaking in despair and pain that this is the side my lover had chosen. The man I thought I would marry one day, give children to, grow old with. Yet here he stood in front of me, with tears streaming down his faceâan abomination, just a mere shell of what he used to be, âYour father is a muggle, Hwa.â
His jaw clenched and he swiftly wiped his tears off his cheeks, taking deep breaths to calm himself down, âAnd heâs never been good to me.â
I gulped as I closed my eyes and willed my muscles to ease up a bit so that I could move again. I brushed my hair back as I blinked my eyes open, a little blurry from the tears that still threatened to spill out, but I sucked it up and nodded, ignoring my heart that was crying out for my mind to stop, not to say the words that would leave my lips soon, âGoodbye, Mr. Park.â
âWhat?â Seonghwaâs eyebrows furrowed as I grabbed the door handle behind me and bowed my head respectfully.
âFinish your Prefect duties and go back to your dormitory.â My voice was devoid of any emotion as I yanked the wooden door open behind myself, mind numb and silent for once, âI shall do the same, I wonât report this to Headmaster Dippet just yet.â
âY/N, what are youââ
âI believe itâs Miss Song to you, Mr. Park.â
Seonghwaâs eyes widened as I stepped outside, hands trembling beyond normal as I had started feeling faint, âY/N, no. No, you cannot leave me, I donâtâI cannotâplease, Y/N, my love, please donât. I cannot live without you, Y/Nââ
The wooden door was loud as it slammed shut in my face, making my knees go weak as I tumbled to the floor, gasping for air as my whole chest felt on fire, tears wetting my cheeks before I could even try to stop them from escaping. The gut-wrenching sob that rippled through the hallway despite the wooden door that separated us made my skin crawl, my heart screaming at me to go back and take back everything Iâd said to Seonghwa, but my mind knew what was right. My mind knew there was no further future for us, for Seonghwa.
He had chosen his path, and I have chosen mine.
           Like many knew, my work etiquette was beyond pristine and precise. I valued my missions above anything else, and so, I had wasted no time in reporting back to the Aurorâs Officeâto Theseus Scamanderâabout what I had found out at the casino. The attack that Grindelwaldâs menâSeonghwaâwas tasked to lead to avenge their leader. I could only hope that I was on time, that they hadnât gotten to the village just yet, but with Seonghwa knowing that I had discovered their plans, it was probable that I was either too late, or they wouldnât attack anymore. Either way, I was compromised and I needed to move, to go into hiding at one of our safe houses. I had requested to be placed close to Yunho and Mingi, in hopes that I could finally find them and speak to them. I missed them gravely, and slowly I had started feeling crazy without their safe and comforting presence around me.
But my mission wasnât over yet, due to the weight of Seonghwaâs own mission, now I was tasked with killing him. It was a straight-up order, nothing could change their minds. Even if Seonghwa apologized and begged, they wouldnât forgive him. In their eyes, he deserved to dieâand I knew this. He did deserve to die, but I couldnât ignore the growing lump in my throat and the coil of my stomach any time I tried to come up with a plan to lure him towards me. I was a trained professional, and I was tasked to kill a man. It would have been like second nature if said main wasnât Seonghwa. I didnât know how to proceed just yet, but I knew upon seeing Mingi and Yunho I would find solace in their presence and inspiration in their ideas. But one thing was certain, I would never be able to face Hongjoong again if my mission was successful.
I had woken up early in the morning to pack away my most important belongings, stuffing old polaroids deep into my satchel bagâthe same one I had used at Hogwarts. At times when I felt nostalgic and missed the good old times, I would flip through the moving polaroids that had been taken at Hogwarts, many of them of Seonghwa and I, or of Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and I. Despite Yunho and Mingi having entered my life recentlyâthree years ago, more specificallyâthe pictures of the three of us belonged in the same pile. Those two were like the brothers I never had.
I had taken my time to venture into the Muggle World and buy enough pills to last me three months in case I had to hide for a longer period of time, and I was already tempted to abuse the prescribed amount as I placed the third bottle away in my satchel bag, zipping it closed and placing it down onto the floor, next to my other bags. Now all I had to do was wait for the official that would fetch me and Apparate me to the safe house. Only a select few knew of its location, and I would be granted permission only once we have arrived to it. It didnât help either that last night I was plagued with nightmares, the lack of sleep and the pills I had taken earlier this morning made me feel drowsy now, making me contemplate if taking a nap right now was smart or not. But I felt too restless to sleep, and thus, I couldnât stop pacing around my main hallway, chewing away at my bottom lip. I was thinking of ways that I could deal with Seonghwa, desperately trying to find a way out in which he remained alive, when there were three firm knocks at my front door. I released a stressed sigh, grateful that the official was finally here and that I wouldnât have to think about my issues for a little while.
I hurried over to the door, unlocking it quickly and yanking it open, freezing in surprise. The black cloaked figure was tall, head leaning down and obscured by a hood, making me wonder if the Ministry had changed up their customs and forgot to update me about them. But then, the person raised their head just until I could see their eyes, and I froze. Round eyes were narrowed into a ferocious glare and I gasped as I went to slam the door shut, fear striking my whole body as Seonghwa threw himself against my front door, pushing with all of his force to throw it open. I hissed as I leaned against the door heavily, refusing to give up, but Seonghwa gave it an aggressive push and I was sent tumbling back as I crashed into the round table placed in the middle of the hallway. He pushed the door open with his foot and unclipped his cloak from around his shoulders as he elegantly stepped inside, eyes cautiously glancing around, surveying the place. Perhaps he was looking to make sure I was alone.
I quickly snapped out of my initial shock and pushed off the table, heart beating fast as I ran around the table, going to fetch my wand which was placed atop the fireplace, but suddenly I felt my feet tangle together, sending me face first down onto the floor. I groaned as I narrowly avoided banging my head against the surface and rolled onto my back as I heard footsteps quickly approach. Staring up at Seonghwa wide eyed, his wand pointed at me, I narrowed my eyes and watched as the wand flew out of his hand at my non-verbal spell. His jaw clenched and I quickly jumped up to my feet, eyeing his wand, contemplating whether I should grab his instead as I knew he was never too good at wandless magic. I could only hope that was still true.
But as I lunged towards his wand, which had rolled underneath the table, Seonghwa lunged for me, arms wrapping around me and tackling me onto the table. I gasped as I collided against the surface painfully so, my shoulder digging into the sturdy wood as Seonghwa pressed my cheek with his hand against the surface without mercy.
âYouâve got a nice little cottage for yourself, Miss Song.â He sneered leaning down, âA little too daring for my taste. You didnât even have wards set up.â
I huffed and grabbed his wrist with my left hand, which wasnât trapped underneath my body, and yanked his hand off my face, kicking his shin hard with my leg, âI fear no one, Mr. Park. One doesnât need wards when they live on the edge a Wizarding and Muggle town.â
âThatâs where youâre wrong, my love.â I gulped at the once endearing nickname, and trashed around until Seonghwaâs hold loosened, âYou made tracking you so easy.â
I chuckled as I finally wrestled my way out from underneath Seonghwa, âPerhaps I wanted to be found, my love, perhaps you just willingly walked into my trap, Hwa.â
Seonghwa froze for a second, face falling as I smirked and jumped up, hand curling around his neck as I threw him into the wall behind him, making him gasp at the sheer force I had used. I had never fought physically against Seonghwa, we had only duelled at Hogwarts. He had no idea what I was capable of in hand-to-hand combat. But I also had no idea how he fought, and I was certainly taken aback when I felt his knee raise into my stomach, making me suck in a sharp breath of air. My hand left his neck as I doubled over, fighting the urge to vomit as Seonghwa looked down at me with a dark look in his eyes. I felt fingers card through my hair and my head was yanked back as I groaned, looking up into his eyes with venom.
âYouâre rather unprepared for someone whoâs just lured me into their trap.â Seonghwa leered, leaning down, but before he could get too close, I stomped on his foot harshly, making him cry out as he let go of me, pushing me to the side. Regaining my balance, I dashed towards the fireplace to retrieve my wand and I heard hurried movement behind myself as well as we both turned around at the same time, wands held in each otherâs direction threateningly. Neither of us moved nor spoke, our eyes boring into each otherâs to see who would make the first attack. Based on experience, Seonghwa wouldnât attack first, he would wait for me to do that, but I suppose times have changed us as I was forced to dodge an attack that almost made my fireplace explode into pieces. My eyes widened at the aggressive nature of Seonghwaâs attack and decided to return the energy. If he wanted to play dirty and use non-verbal magic, I could certainly match his energy.
I sent a Stupefy his way and watched in satisfaction as it took him off guard and sent him flying into the wall, breaking the small shoe rack that I have mounted myself. I smirked at Seonghwa, tilting my head with a challenging glint in my eyes, until I suddenly lost my footing again. It had seemed like he was fond of the spell. Seonghwa looked slightly dazed as I tried to regain my bearings, my head having hit the floor a little hard this time, but the duel must go on, I have gone through far worse things compared to this.
Sharp icy arrows were shot towards me as I scrambled backward, raising an invisible shield with my left hand as I sent blue fireballs towards Seonghwa using wandless magic. His eyebrows furrowed as he raised his own shield last minute, looking taken aback that I could use my magic so sharply while utilizing three methods at once. I knew he couldnât when his eyes hardened again, giving me time to finally stand up and continue my attack with a spell that had birds materializing and diving for Seonghwa. He yelped and shielded himself, his barrier broken by the birdâs beaks as I shot another Stupefy at him, which he barely avoided as it crashed into the portraits hung onto the wall, sending them crashing to the floor.
I knew his next move before he even did itâI didnât need to read his mind to knowâas I raised another shield, dodging his strong Stupefy as it shattered my spell quite instantly. This duel felt childlike, as if we were testing each otherâs patience, wanting to see who would give in first. It almost felt petty, like he was only teasing me because he was so certain that heâd win. I could count on my fingers how often he had beat me in a duel, and I knew for a fact that he still wasnât better than me. Fed up with our useless fight, I decided to put an end to it as my eyes hardened, Seonghwaâs eyes narrowing upon seeing my expression. But before I could yell out Expelliarmus, I felt my right hand burn, the wand so hot that I had no choice but to drop it as I gasped, the tremors of my hands worsening as I looked back up at Seonghwa. He was smirking, thinking he had won the duel, but I raised my left hand and screamed, âExpelliarmus!â
He didnât expect me not to give in right away, and so, his wand flew out of his hand as I whirled it against the wall, hearing a crack. My breath halted in my throat as my eyes widened in horror, watching as Seonghwaâs broken wand fell to the floor, his jaw falling open as he flinched. The apology was on the tip of my tongue, but the pure rage that had encompassed Seonghwaâs face made me shiver, and I dashed for the front door, trying to escape before his wrath could reach me. But had I miscalculated our distance, and as I grabbed the handle and tried to open the door, I felt a warm presence behind myself as the door was slammed back shut, my breathing loud in the silent room as my heart had started beating fast.
I was frozen, too afraid to move as I didnât know what Seonghwa would do now. The man that stood behind me, stopping me from fleeing, was somebody I didnât know. I could hear Seonghwa trying to level his breaths as his palm remained pressing against the door, his arm brushing against my hair. I tried to calculate my next move, work out what would be the smartest thing to do next, but his proximity made it hard to focus. I had seen him barely two days ago and his touch was still fresh in my mind, haunting my every waking moment, making me crave him like never before.
âWhereâs Riddle when you need him, huh?â Seonghwaâs tone was poisonous, laced with hatred as I tensed, eyebrows furrowing.
âI donât need Riddle,â I hissed, jaw clenching as my grip tightened around the handle, âI can protect myself; I donât need anyone.â
âOne would assume heâd be running here to save you like the lost puppy he was following you around at Hogwartsââ
âTom has no part in my life!â My voice raised as I grew angrier, whirling around to face Seonghwa. I faltered for a second, finding him too close for comfort as he glared down at me, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes as I gulped, âI only used him to get an invite to the casino because I heard he goes there oftenâlike you.â
Seonghwaâs careful mask cracked for a second as his eyebrows twitched, almost turning into a frown, but he caught himself and smirked instead, leaning down, âYou think you can fool me with your pathetic lies?â
âWant me to show you?â I raised an eyebrow challengingly, knowing that it would only make Seonghwa angrier as he detested Legillimency, especially after I have used it on him at the casino.
He scoffed, leaning down closer to my face, âI shouldâve killed you on the spot two nights agoââ
âYet you didnât,â I breathed out with a scoff, âlike I havenât told anyone about you and Lestrangeâs stupid plan of bringing Grindelwald inside Hogwarts.â
âIt wasnât stupidââ
âYou failed.â
âBecause Riddle caused a scene, as always.â Seonghwa hissed, and I jumped when his fist made contact with the door above my head, making me melt back into the sturdy door, heart racing all over again, âI wouldâve killed him a long time ago if Grindelwald hadnât seen potential in him.â
Dread washed over me as I felt my stomach drop, âWhat are you talking about?â
âDonât worry,â Seonghwa leered, tilting his head to the side as his glare made me feel sick to my stomach. Heâs never looked at me like that, with so much venom and hatred, âyour little lover refused his offer and Grindelwald decided to let him live for a little longer.â
âHeâs not my lover.â I snapped, chest rising and falling quickly once again as I started getting angry. When would he understand that I could never look at Tom the way he thinks I did, âI have never harboured any romantic feelings towards TomâI donât even understand how my personal life is any of your business. You donât see me talking ill of Rhaena or questioning her motives with you, Seonghwa.â
He paused as he gulped loudly, his hand slipping lower on the door until it was right next to my head, his wrist brushing against my cheekbone, âRhaena is someone I work with, itâs all professional.â
âI do not care, Seonghwa.â
âYou donât, right.â
I gulped as suddenly an uncertain look crossed Seonghwaâs features, his eyes momentarily softening as I felt my whole body tingle as he stepped closer, his clothes brushing against mine. I felt my mouth go dry as my eyes roamed his face, palms turning into fists as I felt the sudden urge to reach out to him and touch him. Seonghwa placed his other hand against the door too, caging me in between himself and the sturdy surface. His eyebrows furrowed as his dark eyes bore into mine, bangs slightly obscuring his beautiful eyes as he exhaled slowly, closing the distance between our bodies. I shuddered and tilted my head back as he straightened up, my eyes landing on his plush lips as he parted them, tongue poking out to lick his dry lips. My whole body was buzzing as my eyebrows furrowed, my heart and mind fighting a never-ending battle as I couldnât contain myself anymore and reached up, fingers reluctantly touching his cheek.
I wasnât certain if heâd let me as his eyebrows furrowed even more, obvious that he was also struggling to make up his mind. But at last, I decided to be brave and cupped his warm cheek, my hand trembling against his soft skin. Seonghwa gasped quietly as his eyes widened, searching my gaze before his eyes fluttered shut, bringing tears into my eyes. I so desperately wanted to be engulfed by his familiar embrace, the warmth of his safe hug, the feeling of belonging, something I havenât felt ever since we parted ways. Then, just slightly, as my fingers have started tracing his cheekbone, he turned his head and pressed a firm kiss against my wrist, alighting a vicious fire in my body.
âSeonghwa.â I had barely finished whispering his name when my lips were muffled by his, the familiarity of them making me moan as I threw my arms around his shoulders, clinging to him with desperation. Seonghwa inhaled loudly as he gripped my hips and flushed our bodies together to the point you couldnât tell where he started and where I ended, and I pushed up on my tiptoes to better kiss him. His pace was sloppy and desperate as I returned the aggressivity of his own lips, fingers tangling in his dark and long locks, pulling on the strands and making him groan in the back of his throat. He leaned down and I felt his hands travel to my thighs, and I jumped before he could signal for me to, legs wrapping around his hips firmly as he pressed me back up against the sturdy door, moaning against my mouth when I finally parted my lips for his tongue to explore. He tasted like the old Seonghwa, he smelled like the old Seonghwa, he even felt like the old Seonghwa.
His body had gotten sturdier, stronger, and yet despite the desperate way he clung to me, fingers pressing into my cheeks or grabbing at my neck, he remained mindful of hurting me, of being gentle even in our desperation to feel each other, to love each other. His tongue lapped at mine eagerly, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled back for a scarce breather, making me chase after his lips again as I couldnât let go of him just yet. Our lips were swollen and covered in our mixed saliva, but I couldnât care less as finally my thoughts were silent, my body and mind only focusing on Seonghwa. He gripped the back of my thighs and I made sure to hold onto him tighter as he pulled me off the door and started walking aimlessly around my cottage, having to pull away from my lips just slightly so that I could give him directions towards my bedroom.
Our clothes were quick to come off, even before we made it to the bedroom, and I found his once flawless skin now littered with scars, bringing tears to my eyes as he shuddered when I gently traced them with my fingertips. My body wasnât perfect either, but it definitely harboured less scars than his, and it made me wonder just how many times heâs been in harms way with no guarantee that heâll make it out alive. Before I could cry, Seonghwaâs lips were pressing against my cheeks, my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my jaw and chin, at last finding my lips as I was guided backwards onto the bed, pressing me down gently as he wasted no time getting on top of me. Despite the passing of time and being away from each other for four years, our bodies seemed to still know the other, our minds remembering every little thing that made the other tick, and it felt natural as we were guided by pure lust and desire for each other.
I had tried to remain composed and focused on Seonghwa, to give back just as much as I was receiving, but when he had settled between my legs, lips pressing feather-like kisses against my thighs until he drove me crazy and had me begging for more, I was a gone woman only able to focus on the immense pleasure his long tongue and plush lips brought, his fingers helping out when it wasnât enough anymore. When my fingers yanked on his hair so hard that it made him whine, tongue lapping at my juices even faster, making me writ around until he held me down by the hips, Seonghwa knew I was close to unravelling, to coming undone on nothing but his tongue and fingers. But he pulled back, he always did, because he wanted to fill me up, to make me scream his name while I came undone on his dick. His lips kissed all the way up to my lips as I whispered his name over and over again, scratching down his back with my long nails, legs hooking around his hips as he wouldnât lay on me just yet, tongue tangling with mine and making me taste myself as I reached down between us, grabbing his twitching member.
Seonghwa froze, moaning against my mouth as his eyebrows furrowed, rutting against my palm as I jerked my hand faster, until he was begging me to stop because he didnât want to finish like this. And I did, I cradled his face in my hands as our eyes bore into each otherâs, his dick finally lined up with my entrance as he slowly pushed inside, holding himself up by the forearms. It was painful, it was bittersweet, and it was the most pleasure I have felt in years, all in the arms of the man I had once lovedâI still loved. My mouth had fallen open as I hissed in pain, eyebrows furrowing and eyes falling shut as Seonghwa kissed my wrists, whispering reassuring words, understanding that I havenât done this since we went our separate ways.
But I didnât need much to get accustomed to the once familiar feel of his dick splitting me open, stretching me out and making me feel filled to the brim, the only thought on my mind being him, Seonghwa. And I tried to swallow the noises that wanted to tear through my throat, but the harder Seonghwa slammed back in, the faster his hips thrust, I could only moan and whine, call out his name repeatedly as he fondled my breasts and made my back arch, hitting my sensitive spot over and over again. I grabbed onto his arms for leverage as he sat back on his heels, holding my hips up tightly as he pulled me down on each thrust to meet him halfway, making me curse out loudly as my stomach had started coiling, the pleasure building up until I couldnât bear with it anymore.
âSeonghwa.â His name was nothing but a broken whisper as I bit my bottom lip, opening my arms, knowing that heâd understand my request. And he did, because he pressed himself completely against me, my arms going underneath his to hug him tightly as my fingernails pressed into his shoulder blades once again, painfully so, making Seonghwa hiss in pain and pleasure at the same time. He buried his head in my neck as he was panting, hips jerking messily as he was nearing his own undoing, much like I was. Our bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, chasing our own orgasms as Seonghwaâs right hand lowered between our bodies and started quickly rubbing my bundle of nerves, making me throw my head back and come undone in just a few seconds. His name left my lips like a mantra as I felt tears spring into my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, body trembling as he stilled, and then I felt hot liquid spill inside me as he lazily continued to move his hips, making my body ache as it all felt too much.
âMy love.â His lips brushed against my ear with one final thrust and then he stilled, body going lax as I was panting hard, trying to swallow but my throat felt parched. Seonghwa muttered something against the skin of my neck but I didnât understand, and I turned my head to press kisses against his hair, his shoulder blade, and ultimately his lips when he raised his head. I instantly felt cold and like I was missing something as he rolled over and pulled out, his chest rising and falling just as frantically as mine. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like a vein would pop in my forehead and I felt Seonghwaâs fingers intertwine with mine. I gulped and looked over, finding nothing but a pained expression on his face and eyes that were overflowing with tears. I couldnât hold it back in anymore, and let mine fall free as Seonghwa sniffed loudly, his beautiful black hair strewn across my pillow, the cloudy weather casting my bedroom in a dim light.
âI love you, Y/N,â Seonghwaâs voice was raspy and it trembled as he pressed a long-lasting kiss against my knuckles, âI love you so much, my love.â
I bit my bottom lip to fight the sob that threatened to rip through my throat and nodded, bringing our hands up to my cheek to nuzzle it against Seonghwaâs skin, âI love you too, Hwa, always have. Always will.â
But we werenât meant to be since we were on opposing sides. And we both knew that as our tears stopped flowing, our fingers going numb from how tightly we held onto each other. Seonghwa sighed then released my hand reluctantly, making me bite back a whine as he sat up, running his fingers through his hair. Before he could get off my bed, I sat up hurriedly and threw my arms around him, letting out a long exhale as he returned the embrace, cradling my head against his naked chest. I wanted to grow old with him, I wanted to have children that would gift us grandchildren, I wanted us to never be separated again. And maybe Seonghwa wanted that too because his whole body trembled as we somehow found the strength to separate from each other, eyes yearning for something weâd never have.
I watched as he rolled over, then sat on the edge of my bed as I pulled my knees up to my chest, hugging my bare legs, looking for even the smallest comfort now that I knew I would let him leave, just this once. This was our final goodbye, the closure we never got. Once Seonghwa was out of my cottage, weâd play our parts, weâd be the enemies everyone thought we were. I was ready, and perhaps he was ready to. An easy smile settled on my lips as I watched Seonghwa lean down and fetch something, his back muscles tensing as he glanced back over his shoulder. My eyebrows furrowed upon the solemn look on his face and I went rigid as he turned his torso around, my own wand pointed at me. His voice was resigned, a whisper, pained.
âObliviate.â
1944
           The train came to a screeching halt as we neared the next village, sending me back in my seat as I stared out the window, feeling bored as I knew nobody who shared the compartment with me. But thatâs how it is when you donât have friends of your own. It was alright, I had always done just fine on my own. As the train stopped and the doors opened, I watched the students who lived in this village get off, pulling their heavy luggage after themselves, greeted by their families who couldnât wait for them to return home for the summer holiday. My chin was resting in my palm as I pursed my lips, finding it hard to enjoy my last train ride back home, never to return to Hogwarts. There was an ache in my chest that grew the longer I stared out the window, the longer I stared at the messy black-haired boy that had stopped close to the edge of the platform, gazing inside the train, dark and soft eyes landing on me unmistakably.
I gulped, feeling my heartbeat pick up the longer our gazes remained connected, confused by the ache in my chest that only got worse the longer we looked at each other. My eyebrows furrowed as I felt this sudden urge to reach out to him, to get off the train and run into his arms, to breathe in his familiar scent and feel his plush lips press against my skin, and his low voice whisper reassuring words into my ears. I didnât know why I felt like that, I couldnât explain the yearning of my own body as the boyâs once familiar face became hazy, unclear. No matter how hard I tried to look, I couldnât see his features clearly. I couldnât remember his name.
He became a murky memory in the back of my mind as the train whistled, signalling its departure, and as we took off, I felt the lurch of my heart and the coil of my stomach worsen as I jumped up from my seat, pulling the window open and scaring those sitting in the compartment with me. I looked out the window, head leaning outside as my eyebrows furrowed, the name of the boy on the tip of my tongue as I desperately tried to cry out his nameâbut I didnât know what it was. I didnât know who he was. The alarmed cries of the people who rode with me snapped me out of my unexplainable actions, and I settled back into my seat feeling confused and embarrassed as I apologized.
I couldnât tell anymore why my heart ached like I had loved someone with my whole being, with my soul, like I had sworn to remain by their side forever and even beyond. It confused me as to why I wanted to sob and scream after a boy that once was my guiding light in the darkness, my star. A face once familiar now became just the whisper of a distant memory that I couldnât put my finger on, a nostalgic ache of a love that felt real, yet intangible.
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the thought of being fucked full-nelson style by sukuna while sitting on his throne wonât leave my mind
â à»đ tags. fem! reader, tf! sukuna, full nelson, size diff + size kinks, dirty talk, unprotected, brÄeding, mentions of tummy bulge, ( little one, princess, brat . . ) mdni.
âhn. how pathetic,â the notorious demon snickers, baring a single fang as he watches the tip of his swollen angered cock disappear between your runny folds. your thighs shook instantaneously, and heâs lazily slouched back on his throne. a bawled up fist rests near his chin as he watches you with crimson eyes filled of nothing but pure amusement and a mocking head tilt. âdonât make me fall asleep, now. you said you could take me ân youâre not even halfway in, princess.â
you bite the inside of your cheek at his playful taunts â so annoying, he just wouldnât shut up. â âm trying, âkuna,â you moan, the stretch of his throbbing cockhead making the center of your mouth salivate. the sleeves of his kimono were slightly ruffled from you tugging on it. heâs got the smuggest grin as your legs part themselves just a bit further. seconds go by before you sigh, slumping into his chest. âhelp me, âkuna. please.â
âso easy to give up,â he mumbles in a gruff tone, bringing one of his big hands to pat the back of your head. you lean into his touch, and as youâre so close to himâyouâre engulfed by his natural loud musk. âfinee,â he sharply adds, and you gasp once he turns your body around, positioning you in such a way. youâre still placed on his lap but he grabs both of your legs, pulling them upward. âiâll help you, little one. now now, lie back ân allow your king to give you a nice âlil stretch.â
your mouth slightly drops, dramatically going agape once he restrains you in a safe manner . .
sukunaâs got you taking his heavy cock again, but this time, you feel the stretch reach everywhere.
heâs got two pairs of arms locking behind your head with the other two clinging onto your thighs. a few sharp nails dig into the fat of your skin, leaving a plethora of marks heâd want to kiss over later. âfuck,â he grunts, hearing the squelching whimpers of your sweet cunt. everythingâs slow, itâs as if time stood still as youâre trying to take him. you swallow a lump near the back of your throat that seemed to be growing every second.
the demon sat underneath you was bigâhe liked pounding you ruthlessly in full nelson because more than anything, he loved seeing you stretched.
the dumb sounds you make, it rings through his ears. speaking of, he gets up close to the lobe of your ear, flicking his forked tongue against it. âs- sukuna,â you whine, and with a âpopâ, you felt your ass grind right into his lap. already, heâs molding a tiny tummy bulge near the center of your stomach. heâs so deep, once he starts, itâs practically over for your limps. ângh, âs big, âkuna.â
âkeh, obviously. the perfect size for you, princess.â he groans, tightening his grip just a tad bit against your legs. a hand of his feels the bulging spot near the center of your tummy before he hums. â âkunaâs riiiight fuckinâ here, brat.â
heâs got you in a secure lock. his arms felt warm, and through your blurred peripherals, you glance at his ancient cursed markings that paint all across his bulky, burly arms.
so big, youâre already drooling as youâre bouncing on his cock. the crushing compressing weight of both bodiesâmainly yours, causes his throne to be more rickety. itâs whining and groaning out creaks each time your speed against his lap increases, and heâs practically treating you like a doll.
a porcelain doll he didnât want to ever break.
at least, not yet. .
âfuckinâ nasty girl,â he huffs, one of his hands going toward your face. he smears a palm over your mouth, your pouring drool that streams from the corners of your lips landing on his hand. heâs got a wolfish smile, hearing your babbled whimpers get louder as heâs stretching you silly. âi spoil you too much, spoil this sloppy pussy too much too, hmph.â
âmmph. sukuâ sukunaaa,â your sweet stammers of moans grew more bouncy as you bucked your swiveling hips further onto him. it didnât take long before your raw vocal chords start to die out, growing strained and weak. you dramatically elongate each syllable of his name that streams from your lips as his cock plummets into you full. the sweltering hot crown of his shaft kisses all around your gummy walls, reaching so deep that youâre practically yanking roughly on the edges of his silky kimono sleeve. âfuck, fuck, âm gonna cum, âkuna.â
a throaty chortle from sukuna makes your cunt twitch as he holds you upright â so cute, heâs so much bigger than you, merely dislocating your limbs with a few sets of his arms. he barely had to do anything and yet you were easily overpowered by his body. your mouth hangs open as heâs shoving such thick inches in and out of your slobbering pussy, coating his entire base with your cascading slick. âare you asking or are you just sayinâ yâr gonna cum, little one?â
the insides of your thighs were so sticky, already sticking together and youâre a babbling mess as his dick continues to make you stupid. âlemme cum please, âkuna. please, pretty please. stuffinâ me so full, fuuuck.â
âthereâs those sweet manners,â he purrs in a husky toneâthe back of his lips meets near your ear, giving it a soft peck as you continue to move. you feel a swarm of fluttering butterflies circle inside the pits of your tummy, but you knew that could also be the bulge of his cock constantly rutting deep into your clingy insides. âah,â he snarls, his tip thrashing vigorously against a certain spongey spot. right there, you let off a sweet squeal as his sloppy thrusts start to punctuate again and again until your candied coated moans reverberate throughout the walls of his regal royal chambers. âfuckinâ shit,â he hisses, and as your hips continue to slam onto him, heâs realizing heâs coming close too.
your eyes were droopy as heâs still got you in such a lewd position â heâs so strong, proudly holding you up to where youâre just a doll bouncing on his cock. his throne remains wailing out moans of its own from the heavy masses of weight jerking on top of the furniture. heâs balls deep into your core, feeling how sweetly your cuntâs being massaged.
âcâmon, messy girl. give it tâ me then. make a sloppy mess on your king, princess,â and his sable-darkened nails gently scrape against your skin. itâs almost soothing, heâs got you in a tight safe chokehold hold and youâre basically chasing your own breath.
you whimper as his warm breaths tickle such a carnal itch in your brain. sukuna allows for you to bounce on him quicker and harder until eventually, your release came. your sweet little cry of finishing rapture was adorableâhe hears how even after youâve creamed all down his cock from the salacious skin slapping, your irregular breaths never falter. âugh,â he grumbles, feeling his own release eventually match up as if it was right on cue. he bellows out a rough animalistic growl before heâs cummimg, shooting blanks. satiny ropes shoot into you, its balmy hot temperature making you gasp. itâs thick and slimy, pumping you full to the brim so good that it even leaks out.
he loosens his taut grip on your numb legs that were positioned in the air before he sighsâitâs still coming out, his angered tip was tucked inside your pussy as youâre just defeated, collapsed back on his chest.
âgood girl,â he pants, hearing the erotic sloshes of his own cum continuing to spurt and ooze deep inside you. now, youâre an entire puddled mess. he creeps a broad open hand between your thighs, dragging a thumb down your slobbering slick to gather up a drop of his filthy dribbling cum. âmy, my, look at thaaat,â he coos lowly, and you moan once he resumes, dragging a plump thumb down your sloppy cunt. a bit of his own mess soaks onto his finger before he brings it up to his mouth, lapping at your fresh juices, getting a taste himself. âmhm, sheâs as sweetest as sheâs ever been,â and you let off a gasp once another one of his palms rudely spanks your wet cunt.
âmessy baby.â
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Resuested by @outof-spite : was wondering if you could do a winchester bros & little sister! reader where theyve been arguing constantly lately, and reader is usually combative and always argues back but, this time shes just over the arguing so she just gives up trying to argue with them and kinda goes mute?
Warnings : family fights, yelling
Pairings : Sam/Dean Winchester x sister!reader
A/N : Sorry for the late postt â€ïžâ€ïž
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Things happen, right? Misunderstandings, judgement, reproaches and blame, all of them, the worst thing that could happen to a family, more importantly-right now-to yours.
Back from a hunt gone bad, you heavily lay in the backseat of the impala, your feet hung over the left window while your head rests over the opposite side of the car.
"Hey-get your feet off my damn leather." A complaint you've heard one too many times, and one you usually fight but- this time, as a sigh leaves your lips, you uncross your legs and bring them down, consequently lifting your upper body to sit up. An avertion from your side that's different from your usual habits, causing the car to fall into heavily loud silence.
And although it is loud with almost audible thoughts and anger, you still enjoy that while it lasts.
And it fucking doesn't last, in fact, just as soon as you entered the motel, another sentence commenced by Sam sent Dean into a fury, and just as things heated up, you found yourself in the middle of it all-again-
"Hey!!-" The shout is directed at you, this you know and choose to disguard. You would answer but- your body is fatigued and so is our mind, answering seems to lead to no vail. You answer, he fights you, you all go to sleep and wake up forcebly normalizing things, as if your throats aren't sore and your brains aren't fried.
"Hey-i'm talking to you-"
The words sound more bitter this time around, and you find yourself reluctantly lifting your gaze up . You look at Dean, slow and undetermined, exhausted.
"I asked you why you did that-You could've waited for us. I know you said there was no time le-" Dean pauses. "And fucking answer me when i talk to you-"
You shrug, causing a choking gasp out of Dean. His eyes widen and he leans forward. "Are you-Is she provok-are you-"
You throw your jacket over the bed, disdain discerned in your every move and you flop on the bed, unaware of the sudden tension that-again- suddenly settles in.
But the thing is--You don't care anymore. You haven't enough energy to get you to fight them once more, neither to explain or defend yourself. Too damn fucking tired is what you are at the moment-Too damn tired of it all.
"Kid?"
You rest your hand over your forehead, closing your eyes in an effort to soothe your aching muscles, and maybe suck in a little more patience.
"Kid."
Your stomach tightens and soon, you'll recess into a bawling mess, so you get off the bed and pick up your jacket.
Please don't lead to another fight, please..You just want it all to be ov-
"What's wrong?"
You shrug once more, shaking your head to motion that all is fine before heading for the door. But Sam comes your way, blocking the door and you blow a long sigh.
"Come here"
Sam grips both of your arms and swiftly-you find yourself glued to his chest. But all happens all too fast-why would he suddenly get all feely- and before you even realize it, you find yourself pushing against him.
"'im sorry-i'm sorry."
A lump builds up in your throat and as flashes of the past few weeks occupy every single space in your brain, your breathing increases-just as it gets harder to breathe. Just the thought of it all_
Your eyes are slowly flooded with warmth, announcing the tears gathering at your eyes. You need to leave. You need to go.
You choke on a sob.
You can't do this anym- "I know, honey. I've been there. I know." And with that, another sob loudly escapes your throat and a whimper follows.
"i've been there with Dad, i didn't realize we were doing that to you-i'm sorry. I see you. I really am sorry."
You shake your head as your cries fill the room, getting increasingly louder the harder Sam rubs your back. But that's not what you need. Not for them to see you-but for them to fucking stop.
"We'll stop. We'll talk. I promise."
You pull away from him, skeptical of a promise you doubt he can hold. And just as you're about to process that, Dean speaks.
"I'm sorry too." His honest tone makes you sigh. This isn't.what.i.want.
"Sam and i are sort've used to it- we lost sight of the fact that it wasn't affecting just us, but you as well. I really am sorry." Sam looks into your eyes and you slightly lean back, averting your gaze.
"It must've been really stresstful for you the past few weeks." Taken aback by his words, you pull your chin away from his hand and turn around, wiping at your tears before resting your hand against your forehead.
"we're sorry, kid."
You shrug, still mistrusftul. Mistrustful but hopeful. Because Sam and Dean are different, fights and bad things might accure but no matter how disconnected from each other they might be, they always come back to each other. And you are no different. You know them well enough.
Your silence is apprehended as anger. "Okay..We understand, we'll leave."
But it's not anger and it's most certainly not hatred. So you envelop Sam again and bury your face in his chest.
Maybe that'll be enough for him to understand?
His surprise manifests through his still figure. "Thank you, honey." That surprise quickly dissipates and he hugs you back. "It..."
"it's going to be okay, honey. We'll make it okay."
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I hope it isn't too cringe or too clichĂ© because like-who would say sorry in under a minute. But yeah anyway much love sorry byyiii đđđâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
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Not Over the Papaya | OP81
âč ïœĄâąâê°á ⥠à»ê±ââą ïœĄïŸ
Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader
Genre : Fluff Smau
A/N : Iâm sorry everyone whoâs requesting to be added to the taglists :(( I thank you for your support fr! tumblr wouldnât let me add anymore people. But! I promise Iâll add you lovely people to the maintaglist after this series!
Face claim : Jennie Kim
Warnings : Moderate Cursing , Grammatical Errors
Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.
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mclaren OSCAR PIASTRI!! GRAND PRIX WINNER
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oscarpiastri Thank you again Y/Niee𧥠Whereâs my reward?
Y/N. So so proud of you Osc! Iâm so happy for you. Truly deserved đ„ș
Y/N. What reward do you want Mr. Eager?
oscarpiastri Attend the next grand prix đ pleaseee?
Y/N. How could I say no to that? đ« Ok Oscar Jack Piastri, Iâll go to the next grand prix for you!
oscarpiastri Lets freaking go!! Now go to sleep!
Y/N. Aye aye sire đ«Ą.
Y/bf Someone is being brave đ€
Y/N. Whatever do you mean my dear best friend
Y/bf Nothing Nothing ~
charles_leclerc OH I SEE đ
Y/N. well you do have eyes Charles, of course you can see đ
charles_leclerc yes, and I see you supporting my son~ Are you my future daughter in law then?
Y/N. đ€Ą ok bye charles
Y/N 7m
*Incoming Call from Oscar
Pick up or Decline
Pick up
âHi Osc! nows not a great time~ Iâm live in 2 minutesâ
âI know, Iâm hereâ
âwhat do you mean your here??â
â Iâm here at the venue. Is it normally this loud? your fans are crazy not gonna lieâ
âOscar your here??? like America?? like my concert?? your here here??â
âSurprise! went as soon as I canâ
â Your flight was for here?? Oscar you just won a race and you literally flown to see me?? Thats an 11 hour flight!â
âYeah well. Anything to make you happyâ
âHoly shit Oscar⊠no one has ever done that for me. youâre fucking crazy! Iâll meet you later I swearâŠ. wait for me backstage you muppet! I Missed you so much.â
âMissed you loads. Good luck on the show, Dearâ
âThanks so much my kindest sweeties pookie. Now watch we workâ
*Call ended
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Y/N. The chapter has finally closed beautifully. Thank you Florida and the people who made it soâš
oscarpiastri You were so strong for doing this. Iâm very proud of you Y/N đ§Ą
Y/N. Your support and presence meant the world Osc. Thank you for everything đ€
oscarpiastri wouldnât miss it for anything.
Y/bf Y/N, my dearest friend. Youâve truly outdone yourself. My tear ducts are empty, you were literally shining. Iâm so proud of you!
Y/N. Thank you my OG đ„ș Thank you for holding on to us since day 1.
Y/bf always babe! always.
user1 If you didnât cry during Y/Nâs concert are you even human? fucking bawled my eyes out there.
user2 ik you could feel the hurt in Y/Nâs voice when she sang her old songs for Lando. My entire body felt like I was the one who got cheated on.
user3 Y/N is a genius for making her old pop love songs for Lando into ballads. The raw emotions in her voice were both haunting and beautiful at the same time.
user4 Y/N everyone is so proud of you. Your strength astounds us.
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Chapter 3- Caught in the Act
A+ in Pretend Love (Lando Norris x Reader)
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Summary- If you asked Zak Brown, he would advice never to store confidential contracts on the cloud. If you asked Lando, he would tell you to not fall in love with your fake fiance. If you asked Y/N, she would tell you to never date a famous person even if it's not real.
While Lando was being coached by his best friend to confess his love to his fake fiance; Zak's cloud was being hacked in hopes of finding some dirt on McLaren or their CEO to black mail but they didn't expect to hit the jackpot. Their contract was valid for 3-4 more months and the plan was to slowly ease Y/N out of Lando's life and say that things didn't work out because of their busy schedule.
What no one anticipated was they would wake up on Saturday morning to both their face plastered all over the news with the contract they had signed. The media was calling them all sorts of things from trying to fool them to trying to fool an entire country. There were people who had tracked her down and were now waiting outside Y/N's house in hopes of talking to her or at her work. She had to take leave from work since her professors were speaking ill of her. She couldn't imagine having to go back for her PHD programme. The worst were the fans; the name calling, the hate; it was all directed towards her as if McLaren were saint's in all of this. Lando also bore the brunt of a major chunk of the hate.
Zak just texted them telling them not to talk to anyone and to stay hidden till it all died out. Y/N wouldn't even talk to Lando at this point because she was so angry and hurt and didn't want to direct her anger towards him when it wasn't even his fault. She was sat bawling her eyes out at all the mean things the people were saying about her. It made her life extremely difficult, something she hadn't imagined happening.
Lando was a mess; McLaren told the media that Lando wouldn't be answering any question other than the race and if they asked any personal questions, he just walked away; adding fuel to the fire. The drivers were also gossiping among themselves. "No wonder she suddenly showed up. It was all a rouse" George whispered. "I mean I get why McLaren would do that, with Lando's antics" Alex reasoned. But as soon as they would spot Lando, they would stop whispering. "If you guys are gonna talk about my relationship" he said in animated quotation marks, "do it in front of me. I'll answer all your questions" he huffed and walked away, clearly hurt by his friends. Racing while it felt like his world was falling apart was proving to be very difficult. All his calls and messages to Y/N would fall on deaf ears and it was messing with him even more. He just needed to know that she was okay. He didn't give a rat's ass about how he was.
"Lando, I think, soon the media will get something else to talk about. You should just focus on your racing" Zak reasoned with Lando who wanted to put out a statement saying it was all their idea. "None of this would've happened had you not saved the damn contract on your cloud" Lando sighed angrily. "I don't understand how could you let something like that happen" he shouted walking away. The environment in the McLaren garage was tense to say the least.
Lando had hoped that things would quite down by now. The original timeline for his contract was also up but there was no shutting up about the fake relationship. Lando won his maiden win and yet the only thing they could talk about was Y/N. Part of Lando missed her, he had really hope to be able to share this moment with her. When he got out of the car, a big part of him wished she was there so he could run to her, hold her and maybe celebrate this win with her.
So, later that night, he did call her and she answered, her voice hoarse. "Congratulations Lando" she crocked. "Were you crying?" Lando asked worried. "Yeah, I'm just so happy you won" she said clearing her throat. Lando found himself smiling for the first time in a long time. "How have you been?" he asked her softly. "Same old same old. I thought things would quite down by now but they haven't." Y/N mumbled. "I'm sorry" Lando apologised. "It's a good thing I'm busy with research for my PHD. I have no clue how I would deal with people in my class" she sighed. "I'm so sorry Y/N. It's all my fault" Lando began before Y/N cut him off. "It's no one's fault. Things like this happen. I'm just glad they didn't rebuke my visa for this" she laughed trying to lighten the mood. 'I miss you' was stuck in both their throats as they continued to talk for a couple more minutes. "I think we should cut the call" Y/N suggested. "Oh" Lando replied. "I think it would be easier for the both of us if we stopped contacting each other. It was a hassle explaining the whole thing to my parents and my relatives. I just don't have it in me honestly" Y/N breathed out shakily. "I'll fix this" Lando tried to reason. "Don't Lando. I think this was it for us. I wish you the best. Take care" Y/N said it like it was their last time talking. "Please" Lando begged but Y/N cut the call; "But I love you" Lando whispered into his phone.
As the time went on and as the championship picked up, Lando's heart was in unrest. He felt like he had wronged the person who he loved and he couldn't live knowing that. So, he decided to sit down one day and film a video. He had seen the stuff people were saying about him and Y/N and he felt like it had been months; people should've moved on by now but if they couldn't he would make sure that they wouldn't be able to say shit about Y/N anymore.
The video began with Lando in his Monaco apartment; "Hi guys. Lando here" he began. He took a deep breath before speaking; "I would like to address my whole relationship with Y/N in his video. Part of me had hoped that it wouldn't come to his but here we are. Y/N and I did begin this relationship in a contract but it was the team's and my decision to do so. She was just a random person we ran into who ended up helping us. So, the whole gold digger narrative you all are spinning is a load of bull. I know I shouldn't've done that but I had no other option to clear up my image because that's what the team and sponsors wanted. Part of me had hoped that after the championship had started picking up steam you guys would have something better to talk about but hating on us for the decisions we made is too much. If you would like to hate on me or send me a ton of hate, be my guest but please leave Y/N out of this. She is innocent and doesn't deserve this. I would appreciate it if you would stop sending hate to the woman I actually loved. And to Y/N, if you're even watching, had we met in a different situation, I would've actually married you since I really do love you" Lando finished the video and after he was happy with it he uploaded it to his channel. He knew his PR team would give him shit but he didn't give a fuck. He just wanted Y/N to be safe.
The internet was in an uproar after Lando's public declaration of love. Some were calling it cliche and the others were swooning over Lando for taking a stand. People weren't very happy with McLaren and how they had handled the whole situation. Lando was being bombarded by calls from McLaren and they were angry at him for what he did. "Lando are you crazy? The sponsors won't stop calling. Why would you say that?" Zak shouted. "Because lying was what got us here. So, I cleared the air" Lando stated. "You are unbelievable and so difficult. I don't know why I tried so hard to keep you" Zak mumbled which Lando heard and it stung.
Y/N was on vacation with Becky who had taken her away since all she did was stay coup-ed up at home since the whole incident. Y/N woke up to a text from her mum; 'you'll want to see this. It's Lando' it read. Y/N quickly loaded the video and before she knew it, she was crying. She couldn't believe that Lando loved her. The craziest part of the video was the love confession honestly. She quickly called him and a groggy voice answered. "Y/N, is everything okay?" Lando asked worried. "Yes. Do you mean it?" she asked. "Mean what?" Lando asked confused. "What you said in the video about being in love with me?" she pleaded. "Yes. Every word. I've been in love with you for months and I couldn't tell you and it was killing me. It's fine if you don't feel the same. I just needed to let it out" Lando rambled. "I love you too you muppet" she laughed as tears were rolling down her face. "You mean it?" Lando asked pinching himself. "Yes. I love you so much Lando Norris" she said, by now Becky was also up due to all the commotion. "Are you free tonight?" Lando asked. "Ahh, I'm on vacation right now" she said slowly. "Let me know when you're back, I'll pick you up at the airport" Lando said, "I love you Y/N Y/L/N" Lando stated. "I love you too" Y/N replied before ending the call to explain everything to Becky.
True to his words Lando had come to the airport to pick her up, As soon as he spotted her, he ran to her at full speed almost knocking her down as he wrapped his arms around her waist raising her in the process to spin around for a while. "I missed you" he whispered putting her down with his head nuzzled in her neck. "I missed you too" she whispered running a hand through the back of his hair. "You made me dizzy" she whined as he pulled away to look at her. "Sorry" Lando smiled sheepishly. "About that date?" he asked. "Give me some time to shower and than I'm all yours" she beamed.
The two of them headed home. They went on that much needed date; at home with pizza and shitty rom-coms. They giggled as the pair on the screen kissed. When Lando turned to look at her and held her face like it was the most precious thing. "Can I kiss you?" he mumbled, eyes flickering to her lips. She nodded and Lando closed the distance between them, the kiss was sweet and needy; they had so many emotions running through them and some how this kiss was exactly what they needed.
"What about McLaren?" she asked a couple days later. "I'll tell them we're really dating but now I really wanna just protect you. I won't let anything happen to you." he stated. "I know" she hummed in agreement kissing his lips.
After spending the whole of summer break together, Lando came out to announce that he was actually dating Y/N. The team took it as well as you expect them to. The fans were going wild since this was truly out of a book. The other drivers were quite supportive and even apologised for their previous discretion.
With Y/N on his side, Lando felt like he could take on the world; good or bad. And Y/N was happy she agreed to fake date Lando since she got a real boyfriend out of this.
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