#ok it was funny to whip him against the wall + his legs were already floppy so it was my only chance before i fixed them

[levon]

post throwing robbie around my room for laughs clarity. sorry bro that was uncool + now i’m going to have to patch you up a lot more. but he did make a loud thud like i’ve always dreamed of.

[pufflocks]

Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah���'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

[ivyglow]

Mine | Anthony Beauvillier

A/n: this idea came after we had a very sexy- I mean- Angry* Anthony pushing Sidney Crosby. Barbie and some anons send the good energy and so althought it took me forever here it is *cheers*. A huge thank you for @barbienoturbby​ for sending me some specific ideas (sharpies, choking etc hehehe), putting up w my random messages in the middle of the night or being a insecure bitch, ILY BARBIE! Huge shout out to @sebs-aston​ for proofreading this so fast *you’re amazing, liv!*.  PS. More than ever I’m gonna need your feedback because I’m an insecure bitch and this is my first time writing smut (freddie was thigh riding, I don’t consider it too much). So please just lmk if you like it or hate it <3 

Word count: 4k

Warnings: smut, mention of chocke, spitting, oral -female receiving- and all those dirty stuff. 

Summary: after getting angry on the ice, you decide to make Anthony angry in bed too. 

You knew Tito was a dom in bed as soon as you met him: he helped you to sit and to get up on your first date, and he led you to your car with his hand on your lower back. One month into getting to know each other, you were planning a gathering with his friends and he was the one to assign everyone with a task. Some days he would use fewer words and stick with hand gestures or eye contact to tell you what he wanted or what he was silently saying. 

So when you two had sex for the first time and he was on top, you were not surprised, you also weren’t surprised when he asked how would you feel about hair pulling, choking, and tying. And, well, you’d never tried any of this, so you were honest with him, knowing that honesty was the key to make things work. He promised to go slow, and he watched you intently while he did everything just to make sure you were comfortable. You can still remember how it felt when he first stretched you, how your heel went to his back to accommodate his waist better, how this movement gave him the perfect angle to go all the way until the end. 

You also remember the hickeys he left on your skin, mostly on places where your clothes could hide, but some you knew he purposely made for people to see. And people saw, indeed and also heard. He got a noise complaint twice because his old bed would scratch and bang on the wall, and that wouldn’t be a huge problem if it was anyone else, but it was Anthony, a hockey player, at that point -your boyfriend-, and he had the stamina to go for hours. A chug of water, maybe a fruit snack, and less than twenty minutes later he was ready to go again - or he would use these twenty minutes to get you off with his mouth and fingers. So the noise complaint was very much expected. 

Now six months into the relationship, this wasn’t a problem anymore. Tito bought a new bed, and even talked with a friend about the possibility of getting soundproof walls. That’s why you were drinking your water and eating one of his energy bars while watching the game. The dynamic after games was usually very sexual, it didn’t matter if he was on the road or at home, you would find a way to get off, either phone sex or spicy pics. He never left you to your own hands. 

The Isles were playing against the Penguins and you knew he was pissed off because of their losing streak against that team. That made him angry with some specifics players too. When he got home last night, you just cuddled together and went to sleep, he was tired and fuming because of their loss, and he probably heard a handful by his coach. Because of those losses, you knew he was going to skate his way around the ice tonight more than ever, and, especially, that he was angry. 

You were laying on his couch when the game started, the Isles skating around the ice in a way you would have bet was a premonition for another loss, but ten minutes in things started to go differently, and that was the exact moment when you sat and gripped Beau’s shirt before an amazing shot hit the Pens’ net. They kept the rhythm on for the next two periods, although they were pretty much stressful- a handful of times you caught yourself holding your breath or cursing. The last two were also a stage for your boyfriend’s anger. He was pissed in a way you’d never seen before on the ice, and when Sidney Crosby pushed Pulock, Tito had had enough and shoved the opposition’s player on the ice. Torn between finding it hot or funny, you chose the latter letting out a loud laugh. Yet, when another exchange of pushes happened between the Pens’ superstar and Beau you sure felt the heat taking up space inside your body and you shifted on the couch. There was another goal and the game kept on providing stress and anxiety for the fans, but you were stuck on the scene your boyfriend had just put up. 

He was usually like this in bed, but not that much on the ice, and seeing that happening outside the four walls left you with a lingering warmth inside your body, and not the cute warmth you usually felt when he cooked for you or told you how much he loved you. But the warmth you got whenever he bent you on the kitchen counter or held your hand tight while going down on you. 

It was past midnight when you heard the door open and close, the soft click making your heart beat faster. He was home. You heard the thud of his bag on the floor and his steps bringing his scent closer to the living room where you were sitting on the couch wearing only his jersey and his favorite lace.

“Hey you, winner,” your voice echoed in the dimly lit apartment and you could see his lips curling in a small smile.

“Hey, babe,” his lips found yours on a quick peck and you looked up for more contact, but Anthony was already walking to the kitchen. 

“Are you ok?” you asked, barefoot padding the floor until you reached the stool.

Your boyfriend was already busy cutting some bananas in a bowl, “Yeah, just a little stressed with the game and hungry,” he answered.

“But you won,” you stated in confusion. 

His eyes scanned you for a second before going back to his task. The silence was everything you needed to know: he really was not in the mood for long talks after the episode, but you were a woman on a mission and you knew exactly what to do to get Anthony riddled up. 

“You guys had a great game…” you began, cautious with your words and actions, hands reaching for a banana on the fruit bowl. “How was playing against Sidney Crosby?”

You saw how his eyebrows raised slightly before pouring honey on his bowl and whipping his fingers with his tongue. You knew the action wasn’t supposed to be filthy, yet you’ve been dating him long enough to know that he knew every action of his could be seen as sexual at some point. 

“It was normal, he’s a normal hockey player like any of us,” his tone is nonchalant. 

You suppress a grin, “he’s not like any of you, he’s Sidney Crosby. Just last night he reached his thousandth game,” Tito’s now chewing on his fruit and you can see how the motion seems tighter after your words, still you keep going, “he’s like a superstar! I would love to meet him any of these days…” you trail off busying yourself on biting the banana you just peeled off. His eyes trained on how your lips wrap around the piece of fruit, your tongue purposely darting out. Your boyfriend chooses silence again and you huff rolling your eyes. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he queries, eyes on his bowl, jaw still clenched tight while biting another piece of his fruit. You dart your eyes in another direction while biting your banana again, this time without so much care on giving him a hard time. “I asked you a question, y/n,” his tone was sharp and his voice low. You shake your head. 

He grabs his water bottle before chugging half of the content, “Cat got your tongue? I swear I just saw you poking it out while eating that banana to provoke me,” he tauntingly  gives you a defiant look. 

Anthony motions for you to come to him and you follow his orders willingly, eager to finally have your way with him. You’re within arm’s reach when he tugs you closer, making you stumble in the middle of his big thighs. In a blink of an eye, you feel the sting on your butt cheeks, his big hands finding it again one more time before grabbing your chin. “You can’t even wait for your man to eat,” it’s a low grunt and he seems more annoyed with your playful smile, and you see the perfect opportunity to tease him a little bit more, “You could eat something else, there’s nothing stopping you…” 

With that Anthony seems to lose his judgment before swinging your body on top of the counter, “you’re being such a brat tonight” his hands grab your butt squeezing it hard, “that’s not how you get the things you want” 

“No? Then why are you about to fuck me?” you mock him knowing damn right that this would only make him go harder on you. 

“Crisse,” (holy shit) his French accent makes your pussy throb. You loved when he talked in French to you.

His big hand pushes you back in a swift motion, the same hand spreads your legs for him, and it’s only a second before you’re fully laying on the counter. Still wearing only a lace thong and his jersey, you know the former is about to be ripped out of you. Anthony drags his fingers from the bottom of your belly to your breasts before gifting you a devilish smirk as soon as he notices you’re not wearing a bra. 

“You think Sidney Crosby is the superstar, but you know damn well I’m gonna be the reason why you’re seeing stars tonight,” he whispers before sitting on the stool and kissing up to your thighs. His lips are sticky from the honey and because they’re cold it sends chills running through your warm body. You stretch your arms to reach his hair and he hums grabbing your wrists harshly, “no hair pulling for you tonight,” his murmurs hit your skin and you let out a small whine. 

In order to play with your sensations, you see him taking a long gulp of his cold water. You know it will make his mouth colder and slicker, and you know he’s only doing it because he’s planning to spend a long time between your legs.

And that he does.

You sigh when his lips finally reach your pussy, the shock it causes is good and you can’t help but close your thighs in an attempt to bring him where you are really yearning for his lips. Nevertheless, that’s not what he has planned for you, and he drags his mouth between your pussy lips long before finally wrapping his lips on your clit and humming in pleasure. 

“Oh fuck,” you let out a whine when his fingers reach for your nipple and twist it hard. His wet tongue flickered on your clit and he dived in deeper, making you feel all of him, from his stubble that was starting to grow to his full lips, you could feel it all.

“Anthony,” you try to form a sentence in the exact moment he pushs one finger inside of you, but your voice comes out as a prayer. A plea for more. 

You were a sinner for him.

“You taste so good,” it’s a pleasure mumble and it comes just before his palm strikes your butt cheeks in a firm slap. “I could spend days here, bébé” 

“Anthony,” you try again and this time he laughs with his lips still wrapped around your clit. The vibrations send shivers through your whole body, your toes curl and you try to reach for his hair again before his hand holds both of your wrists. 

You’re close and he knows it because he adds another finger and curls it. It’s a ‘come here’ motion and from another dimension, you were almost able to hear him whisper the same words in French. 

“Give it to me,” he demands, and you do as said just as another finger hits your right spot. For some seconds the kitchen’s ceiling turns black with dots and your vision goes blurry. Toes curling, the pitch on your belly button finally making its way out just like the curses and moans that leave your mouth. Most of them being his name and how good he makes you feel. 

You’re not even done with your high when his big hands grab your ankles bringing your body to the edge of the counter and making you sit. “Open your mouth,” he demands. 

You moan, eyes rolling back from pleasure, “put your tongue out for me, má chérie,” his hands, now holding your jaw, tighten around you. There’s a whimper of bliss and you part your lips wide bringing your tongue out just like demanded before he spits on your mouth. 

“See how good you taste?!” Anthony hums and you swallow it before poking your tongue out again and licking from his glistering chin to his lips. The action fuels a passionate kiss and it’s seconds before your weak legs wrap themselves around his waist bringing him closer. Your core finds the bulge on his pants and you whimper feeling aroused again. 

Your boyfriend is fast to grasp the underside of your thighs bringing your body close to his before making his way towards the bedroom. You take your time licking and kissing his neck and jaw until your body hits the mattress and he’s unbuckling his belt.

“Take it off” he commands, unbuttoning his dress shirt. You’re fast to obey taking off the jersey you’re wearing, now you’re fully naked in front of him. 

“Hands,” you put both of your wrists together and he fastens his belt around it tight. 

From the way his eyebrows were slightly up to his lips parted, you knew he was about to give you another orgasm, you knew that he wasn’t done and he wouldn’t be any time soon. 

“Do we have a safe word tonight, bébé?” his full lips find your jaw and neck and he nibbles on your ear before sucking harshly on your neck again. 

His purpose is to mark you, not only where people can see, but also where they can’t. Just like your waist is being held with such fierceness, you know it’ll leave prints there. You hum a yes dropping your head to the side so he can have more access to your skin, “use your words, you know I need to hear you say it,” he whispers now bringing his mouth to your nipples and biting it lightly. You whimper, “our safe word is blue.” 

“Perfect,” you can feel his smile on your skin and when you reach for his hair with your hands tied, he pushes them up. His strong arm swings on top of your belly and he takes his time on your breasts before making his way lower. There’s a pitch bubbling on your belly again just with the idea of it and he gives you mischievous grim kissing and licking your thighs. 

“Beau,” you whine already feeling your legs weakening again.

“I told you I was hungry, you were the one who suggested the meal,” the funny remark is accompanied by a flicker of his tongue on your cunt. “Now I’ll only stop when I’m satisfied.” 

You curse closing your hands and trying to bring your waist up. He shakes his head, “huh huh, that’s a bad girl attitude,” he spits on your pussy and you moan loud, “and you know exactly what we do to bad girls in this house, don’t you?” 

You nod and he chuckles.

“Words.” 

“I know, sir.” 

“Now, there’s my good girl,” he praises finding your clit and holding it carefully between his teeth, “now give it to me just like you suggested,” he murmurs before diving on your pussy, his tongue gentle and slow, in contrast with his solid arm pinning you to the bed and his rough behavior. 

It would be a long ride and you would feel every step taken, because each one would bring you closer to the inevitable. You felt urgency though; you wanted him to fuck your brains out already. But Anthony took his time, and you knew he was being good because he let you cum in the kitchen even after you provoked him. When his point finger entered you, your eyes couldn’t focus and you knew you were closer, yet instead of giving you a release, your boyfriend took his kisses to your thighs grinning at you one more time. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he speaks under his breath, eyes trained on your pussy. Yet you don’t feel ashamed, because it’s Anthony, and he knows you like the back of his hands, he knows what to do to make you comfortable and he knows how to make you feel good. He would praise and love your body rightly, so you let him. You spread your legs wider and gave him a lopsided smile. 

“Please,” you plead again that night; however, he follows your request this time. 

Anthony dives in again, licking and spitting, flickering his tongue and using his fingers. Giving you what he got and what he knows you like. Your body is fast to answer, your waist trying to go higher to find his mouth, your toes curling, your head shooting back and your eyes rolling. 

He got you there. Fast.

And he made sure to ride you out of you high, this tongue not the least careful with your sensitive bud, while cleaning you up he kept licking it lightly. Full lips brushing it with dedication. 

“Now I want you on all fours,” there’s a dirty smile on his glistering lips and you hold back another moan with the image of Anthony sitting between your legs, face glowing with your cum, “allos y,” (c’mon). You turn your body, holding your hands before supporting your head on the pillows, ass up for him.

There’s the noise of a slap and the sting on your butt cheeks, right before a soft kiss is placed on top of the surely red mark. His hands roam around your body and you shiver when he grabs your hair. “Crisse, tu as l'air si chaud,” (holy shit, you look so hot) Anthony slaps you booty again and finally slips his finger at your entrance feeling your wetness pool around. You’re already ready for him again and he seems pleased with the realization. So pleased it doesn’t take long for him to slip inside of you hitting just the right spot. Your body shots upward and he holds you by your waist keeping your butt bent. 

“Anthony,” you moan loudly when he starts moving ruthlessly inside of you. There’s something hot about how his body is being aggressive and you are taking it all, how his hips are almost knocking your body down, “right - fucking - there,” you whine and he keeps going, this time grabbing your hair and making your body lean towards him. 

“Whose name are you screaming tonight, bébé?” he mumbles bending his own body on top of yours without completely letting go of the position. 

“Yours,” your answer between groans. 

“Let me hear you” 

And you do.

You say his name out loud and clear, and you’re almost sure the neighbors are going to hear it. Yet you do it again and again while the sound of your voice is mixed with the noise of his skin hitting your skin and his feral grunts. He’s big and hard inside you and every time he goes out to get inside again you can feel your pussy stretching out to accommodate him. 

“Beau,” you moan and he chuckles leaning his body down to kiss your back. You see from the corner of your eyes when he finds the black marker on the top of your drawer, you can almost see his head working on ideas, and then he’s grabbing the sharpie you were using to write on your sticky notes earlier today. 

His body is straight up again and his movements are now slower, as he unclasps the marker and you feel its cold material hit your skin. There’s a long up and then down movement, you’re almost sure it’s an M, and then there’s a harsh line of an I, you can hear his grunts louder and he stops himself for a second before shooting his body towards yours again. The sharpie finds your skin again, this time to draw an N, you knew he was doing it big, not only for his eyes, but for you to feel and to know exactly what it was as he wrote the last letter, an E. 

You roll your eyes when he closes and throws the sharpie somewhere in the room before leaving another one of his blows on your butt cheeks. Anthony swings his arm around your torso bringing you up to him, your back hitting his solid chest, “you’re mine,” and that’s what it takes for you to come undone on his still hard cock. Your whole body trembles and your vision goes blurry again, there are tears in your eyes, and this time your moans turn into screams of satisfaction. 

He keeps fucking you through your high and you curse dropping your head back on his shoulder. His hand sneaks in front of your body to touch your sensitive clit, and you hold it sinking your nails on his skin. “Oh fuck,” he grunts drawing his finger deeper. You’re not sure if your body can’t take so much pleasure.

“Let me ride you,” it’s a prayer, a plea, a cry, and you can feel his lips on your neck before your bodies are turned and you’re on top taking him deeper, touching new spots. 

“That’s it, bébé,” he praises you and you roll your hips using your last energies. His hands find their way to your thighs and his short nails dig on your skin bringing you impossibly closer. There’s a deep grunt from him and a small whine from you. It’s hard for your eyes to focus, and you use your body to pin his down and your tied hands find his neck before squeezing it. His hips shot up under you and you scream, tightening your grip on him and squeezing his dick inside of you. 

You can feel another knot on the pitch of your belly, but this time it feels different to recognize this new sensation. That’s when you notice the wetness under you dripping onto his cock to his belly button and in the bed. 

“Fuck,” he moans, “Oh shit, you’re squirting,” his big hands go to your back and he keeps shooting his hips up to meet your pussy, “that’s it, bébé, give it to me once more,” and you’re squeezing him one last time before giving both of you a mind-blowing orgasm. Your body tumbles on top of his and this time things go pitch black instead of blurry. You can still feel his hot body under you and his rapid heartbeat, but your body is fluttering and there’s nothing in front of you. There’s only his body. There’s only your boyfriend existing under you with his cock still deep inside of you. 

It’s seconds before his caresses on your back become some kind of poking, “y/n?” 

“Huh?” you mumble, your voice raspy. He chuckles.

“Fuck, you passed out,” he sounds proud and you giggle. 

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had,” you confess without finding the strength to move your hands and caress him back, but Anthony keeps the tip of his fingers moving softly around your body, “I think I should talk more about Sidney Crosby, huh?” you joke and his hips shot upward making you moan Anthony’s name. Although he just came, he’s still hard and deep inside your soaked pussy.

“What were you saying?” he questions with a smug grin. “I think you were saying something about a certain player, Sidney Crosby maybe?” 

You arch your eyebrows, “who’s Sidney Crosby? I only know Anthony Beauvillier,” and he laughs at your answer before kissing your lips softly. You know there’s gonna be a time for water and a fruit snack later and then he’s going again, because he’s never done until you’re completely wrecked, the only name able to escape your lips being his. 

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johnny x reader - smut (1.2 k)

the original ask: can i request johnny beings so fed up getting teased by the reader then he fucked her in front of all the members pls 🥺 ?

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ok so this is OLD and has been sitting in my drafts forever bc i actually wrote the whole thing and then lost all of my work. to the anon that sent that request forever ago i hope you see this 😪

dynamic: johnny x female reader with all 127 members watching

warnings/tags: smut, johnny fucking reader in front of all members, other members get themselves off while they watch, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgy vibes but not really?, dirty filthy smut i’m sorry i wrote this

The way Johnny was squeezing the glass of wine he was holding, you were pretty sure it would burst into a million tiny shards at any given moment. To be fair, you had been atrocious, acting like a bratty little flirt the entire night to all of the members. No one seemed uncomfortable--in fact, they had been loving it. Flirting right back with you and watching Johnny for his reactions. Usually so composed, it was funny to see Johnny start to lose it; rolling his eyes and scoffing whenever you’d make an innuendo or let your hand linger on one of the members a little too long. The movie playing on the screen was simply background noise at this point, the chatter and drinks keeping everyone occupied at what was supposed to be a group movie night. It was slowly turning into something else, though, and everyone could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

Johnny wasn’t really jealous. The two of you had discussed this before--how he liked watching you flirt with others so he could take you back to his bed later that night and show you who you really belonged to. It wasn’t anything serious, just a fun way for the two of you to spice things up. Only now, with all the members watching, you were curious to see if Johnny would drag you away this time or show everyone--you included--who was really boss.

As if reading your mind, you felt Johnny’s tall figure come up behind you as he wrapped his long arms around your waist, wine glass nowhere to be seen.

“You think you’re real funny, don’t you?” He murmured into your ear, a shiver passing through you at his deep tone. You tried to keep the smirk off your face but to no avail, the pleasure of getting him riled up too great.

“Yes. It’s pretty fun to see you like this,” you said blatantly. Johnny let out a surprised laugh, squeezing you tightly to show that he wasn’t really mad but burying his face further into your neck. His tongue swept out to lick your skin, sending sparks flying up your spine as your mind conjured up the million things he could do to you in front of everyone. It was definitely one of your biggest fantasies; getting fucked so hard you couldn’t move while all the boys watched. They were your friends too, yes, but mostly an extension of Johnny, and the idea that they might enjoy watching their hyung take his girlfriend right out there in the open had you struggling to keep a moan in.

“You’d better be careful or I really will fuck you in front of everyone,” Johnny’s voice was low and raspy, full of lust but not serious enough to freak you out.

“Would that be such a bad idea?” You rest your head back against his chest. You could feel the sharp breath he sucked in, smiling ever so slightly as his chest expanded quicker.

“Is that what you want? For me to show off that cute little pussy to all the boys?” You moaned, nodding as a rush of heat went straight to your core. His hand snaked down to your shorts, unbuttoning them with only the slightest of movements before his long fingers brushed over your center. He surpassed your panties, diving down straight to your heat and circling at your clit. His middle digit ran down the length of your folds, collecting the wetness that had been pooling there for a while and bringing it back up to your bundle of nerves. You moaned louder, catching the attention of Doyoung, who was standing with Taeyong nearby, the both of them holding drinks. Doyoung flushed a deep red, even darker than he already was from the alcohol as he realized what you and Johnny were doing. Johnny made no move to take his hand out, instead pinching your clit once to get a reaction out of you and chuckling darkly.

You watched Doyoung nudge Taeyong, getting his friend’s attention and the both of them placing it directly on you. The exhibitionsm kink in you flared aggressively, you were unable to withhold any noises at this point and just decided to let go totally. Within the next minute or two all of the boys had somehow managed to gather around in a little circle, like they were waiting for you and Johnny to make an announcement or something, not to watch him finger his girlfriend as she clutched onto his arm for dear life. The only thing holding you up at this point was Johnny’s tight grip around your waist, your knees weak and legs giving out with the exhaustion of pleasure.

“Couch?” He spoke directly this time, almost like he was asking everyone and not just you. You nodded weakly, whimpering when Johnny slipped his finger out of your pants to pick you up and carry you over to the small couch. The boys all followed like little ducklings, no one daring to speak a word but completely entranced at the sight before them. You caught Jungwoo’s eyes for just a moment, his innocent smile a sharp contrast from such a very not innocent situation.

“What do you want, y/n? You want me to fuck you here in front of everyone?” Johnny’s tone was so cocky it would have annoyed you normally if you weren’t so turned on. You could only nod and moan, a deep groan coming from someone else as you opened your mouth to let the sound out. You shut it abruptly, head whipping over to investigate where it came from. Mark looked rather guilty, high cheekbones flushed a bright pink to match his ears. You let your eyes travel down to his crotch, taking note of the hard on he was sporting with a pleased grin. In fact, as you looked around at the rest of the boys, some of them sitting while others stood, many of them were already hard, their pants tenting with building erections.

“Please,” you choked out, “Please fuck me.”

Johnny made quick work of undressing his lower half, letting his pants and boxers sit bunched at the floor while he left his shirt still on. While you were slightly disappointed you weren’t seeing his abs, the prospect of what was coming made up for it. You laid back against the cushions, jumping slightly when you finally noticed Jaehyun right next to you. He flushed a little but didn’t move away, and neither you or Johnny told him to. A rush of nerves passed through you when it hit you that, yes, you were actually doing this, and yes, you desperately wanted to.

It seemed like everyone else did too, considering half of them were already palming themselves through their jeans. You took off your top to reveal a not-so-exciting bra, but everyone sucked in a breath when they observed how your breasts were nearly spilling out of the cups.

Johnny lined himself up at your entrance, the tip of his cock pushing all the way in until he bottomed out with a deep groan. Some of the boys made noises of their own, shifting around on their feet or in their seats as Johnny started to fuck you hard.

“Look at you. Soaking fucking wet from everyone watching, huh? I warned you not to tease me,” he grunted. You couldn’t even open your mouth enough for a response, only choked moans and gasps of desperation falling from your lips. The drag of his dick against your walls was glorious, filthy squelching sounds from your wetness echoing throughout the room. You let your head fall to the side to see Haechan leaning heavily on Mark, his hand grabbing his clothed crotch tightly.

“T-take it out,” you panted. The youngest faltered for a moment before realizing you were looking at him.

“W-what?” His voice cracked cutely. You groaned, eyes rolling back as Johnny’s tip brushed your most sensitive spot deep inside you. Opening your mouth, you tried again.

“Take it out...to get yourself off. If you want, I...I want to watch,” you confessed. Haechan cried out, loud and sweet before moving to follow your commands. Mark cursed and tore his eyes away from you and Johnny to watch his younger member do exactly as you suggested. A rush of hot pleasure struck you as you watched Haechan start to stroke himself, his hair falling into his eyes as he hunched over in pleasure. Johnny grabbed your face and turned your attention back to him, an almost animalistic expression about him as he pounded even deeper into you.

You heard another zipper and a few more quiet groans from beside you, but you couldn’t even move your head to see what was going on. Your orgasm was fast approaching despite the short amount of time Johnny had been fucking you. The hormones building in your core were so strong you were positive you’d come from his cock in you alone. You felt the cushion dip by your head as Jaehyun moved to do something, apparently catching Johnny’s attention as he let out an "Oh God.” You hoped it was Jaehyun touching himself too, so close to you but still unable to even be seen by your eyes. You clenched around Johnny, not even able to choke out a warning before you were coming.

Stars danced across your eyes as blinding pleasure raked your body, your back arching off the couch and thighs shaking. 

“Fuck,” Johnny was starting to lose his composure, eyes flicking from your body to Jaehyun still seated by your head. He moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, fucking deeper into you at the new angle and groaning repeatedly. You heard someone curse as it sounded like they were coming too, but you couldn’t move to watch as you gasped for air after the intense high.

“I’m gonna come,” Johnny’s eyes rolled back. He pulled out in a rush, stroking his length a few times before spilling the white ropes all over your stomach. As soon as he finished you turned your head to the side to look at the rest of the members, almost wanting to cry in pleasure at the scene before. Taeyong was barely hanging onto Doyoung, the two of them still dressed but rock hard and looking tense. Haechan had already come and apparently at some point so had Mark, his spent still cock in his dirtied fist. Jungwoo, Taeil, and Yuta were grabbing at themselves over their pants, huffing with heavy lids and hunched bodies. Finally you craned your neck to look at Jaehyun, a noise of exasperation at what had distracted Johnny so much.

“Fuck,” you blurted. Jaehyun was sitting with his pants at his ankles, one hand covered in come and gripping his still hard dick and the other shoving two fingers in his ass. He wasn’t moving but he certainly wasn’t pulling his hands away, dilated eyes flickering back and forth from your face to Johnny’s.

“Okay,” you sighed, “Give me two minutes and then we’re going again.”

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Stressed Backwards Spells Desserts!

Character/Pairing: Mirio x Reader

Summary/Prompt: You’re stress eating after a hard week, then in walks Mirio.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None

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You could almost cry from the guilt. You could almost cry over a lot of things that had happened this week, but the guilt of eating was quickly climbing to the top of the list.

This was your fourth snack now, munching your way through another pack of gummies and it wasn’t even 2pm yet.

Its not something you consciously do.

First, you’re in your room, wearing down your carpet as you turn in circles, stuck in your anxious thoughts and replaying every bad thing that’s happened this week. Festering yourself in the negativity.

Next you’re up and out the room, needing air and walking around the dorms, not noticing your surroundings, just marching on ahead to anywhere that is an escape from your room.

Then you’re in the kitchen, hands grabbing into your snack stash before you’re even aware of what you’re doing and by that point the packets already opened and heading towards your mouth.

Most of the students in the dorms were out doing training or interning, something you considered a blessing. Stuffing your face alone made you feel bad enough, in front of others would’ve been the straw on the camels back that broke it.

Or maybe it’s already broken, tears bubbling behind your eyes as you feel aggravation curling in your gut and the sudden urge to just spit the damn sweets out.

“Are you ok, y/n?”

Gummies spilled out all over the table as you jumped, nearly choking on the ones still in your mouth.

“Mirio!” You wheezed out, coughing to try and regain some functioning air pipes, “I-I’m fine.”

You were hoping that nearly choking to death would excuse the tears in your eyes as you turned to face away from the blonde. Of all the people to still be in the dorms, it was the last one you’d hope to find you in such a state.

“Are you sure? You’ve been walking back and forth frantically the whole afternoon, let me get you some water at least.”

Of course he wouldn’t drop it, he was too kind to turn away from someone who seemed like they were in need. Mirio truly was the embodiment of a real hero. Sometimes you wagered that was the sole purpose he was put on this earth, the be the best hero there could be.

Embarrassment curled in your gut now and simmered under your face as you wiped away the spit and dribble from your chin. Disgusting, sloppy, greedy, that’s all he’d think of you now.

“Here.”

A glass had appeared in front of you as your face flushed, muttering a quiet thank you in response.

“No problem.” Was his response, voice calm and soothing.

You were too busy taking a sip from the glass to see his hand raise to your face as a calloused and warm thumb wiped away a stray spit of saliva you had missed earlier from your chin.

The flush in your face intensifies and you’re soon a spluttering mess, caught between apologising and being startled at the sudden closeness of your classmate.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You were looking pretty grim eating those gummies earlier.”

Mirio was seemingly unfazed by the lack of personal space, settling into the chair right next to yours, crossing your legs with his.

“Um, yeah, I’m ok.” His fingers were finding their way to the stray gummies on the table, flicking them into his mouth as he watched you intensely. “Thanks for asking.”

A thoughtful look flickered across Mirio’s face for a moment as he sat and simply stated at you, popping the last gummy into his mouth and propping his head on his hand. The smile that smoothed over his features was gentle and soft, the face of his face shaping around it and creating a picture of peace.

“No you’re not.” Blunt honesty wasn’t what you expected from his tranquil state. “You’re stressed about something, and that’s ok.”

Your mind was struggling to form a response.

“It’s nothing major.” As soon as you’d finished your sentence, he was already one step ahead.

“It doesn’t need to be. You don’t need to have gone through some big traumatic event to justify being bummed out. If you’re upset, then you’re upset, and we’re gonna cheer you up!”

Screeching echoed out against the kitchen walls as metal chairs were pushed back and Mirio was dragging you out of the kitchen by the hand and down the corridor to the boy’s dorms.

“Um, Mirio, these are the boys-“

“I know!” The blonde interrupted, voice full of amusement and mischief. “We’re heading to my room!”

Sweat was gathering in your joint hands as your face flushed again, being so close and intimate with one of the strongest and most charming heroes at UA was breath-taking, literally. Your chest was heaving with nerves.

All too quickly you were in his room, and Mirio finally let go of your hand after guiding you to sit on the bed.

“Close your eyes for a second, ok? Just trust me!” With his tongue stuck out and his eyebrows set with determination he looked like a big Labrador, waiting to play fetch. The adorable imagery only marginally helped sooth you.

“Ok, sure.” Losing your sense of sight was even more nerve wracking. You’d only been alone with the human ball of sunshine a few times, but being in his room was an experience you never thought you’d have.

There was some shuffling and crinkling, drawers being opened, things whizzing past your head, ‘is he throwing stuff on the bed?’, electronics being played with and finally a weight on the bed.

“Ok, before you open your eyes, shuffle back a bit until you hit the wall.”

Your audible gulp was the only response Mirio got.

The bedding was velvety and smooth under your hands, the mattress dipping slightly as you delicately shuffled back until your hit something- plump and soft?

Leaning into it, you found it comfortable, maybe a pillow.

Before you got the chance to fully figure it out, cool air hit your feet as your shoes were suddenly pulled off, tugging a yelp from deep in your throat.

The darkness was sudden, and you were abruptly being weighed down. It was fluffy and warm, suffocating you before you quickly brought yourself out for air, opening your eyes to find Mirio and free yourself from the confines of whatever had trapped you.

It was a huge blue blanket, covered in tuffs of silky wool. Still in a state of semi panic you whipped your head around, finding the bed was covered in different snacks, crisps and chocolates. There was a tv settled on top of some dressers, waiting patiently while flicking through some Netflix listings.

There was another weight on the bed next to you, shuffling under the covers and letting out a content sigh.

“So, what’re you in the mood for? I heard there was new episodes of Brooklyn 99, it’s pretty funny, or there’s the new zombie movie out. Oh my god, they added Kung Fu Panda 2!”

Mirio was absentmindedly flicking through the options, humming his thoughts every now and again when something captured his interest, not even noticing that you were still gaping at him.

“Mirio…” Your voice was a mutter, looking down as you nudged a pack of kinder chocolate with your foot.

“Huh?” He glanced over at you, concern washing over his features. “Do you want something else? I usually just keep these here in a secret stash in case Tamaki need’s something, but he always says I get too much.” Kindness was his greatest virtue.

“Thank you.” It was all you could say. Because really, what more was there to add? You were grateful, completely and overwhelmingly grateful.

His features relaxed, and the peaceful smile graces over his features once more.

“That’s what I’m here for, sunshine.”

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Notes: All these requests for Mirio are making me soft, hope you enjoy this one!

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Writing Prompt (ignore me if you got this one already): Maddie giving Sonic a bath?

Another Maddie and Sonic prompt! I always love writing these two. I’ve seen a few stories similar to this one, but I’ll take a shot at it.

“Sonic?”

Maddie walked slowly through the hallway of the first floor of the house, listening hard for any signs slight creaks or feet pattering.

“Sonic! You better not be tracking mud through this house mister!” She yelled throughout the house as she looked in the hallway closet.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she went back down to the first floor only to stop on seeing a small clumps of dried mud on one the steps.

‘Oh great, I just mopped this floor yesterday.’ She rubbed her face as she continued down the stairs.

She whipped her head towards the sound of the front door opening, hearing Tom’s voice entering the room.

“Hello? I’m home!”

“Hey babe, I’m over here.” She called out tiredly.

He paused as he hung up his coat, hearing the weariness in his wife’s voice. “You alright?”

“Yeah everything’s good.” He stared at Maddie for a few seconds before he took off his hat and made his over towards her, hugging her.

“Hmm you sure? You sound like you ran a marathon without having the insane smell of rancid body odor.”

She rolled her eyes and punched him in the shoulder as they released from the hug. "It kinda feels like that now, I'm trying to look for you-know-who."

He gave her a questionable look. "Is it Ozzie? Cause I think he's out in the backyard."

"Not him, Sonic."

"Uh-oh, what'd he do this time?"

"You'll see why once you see how Ozzie looks." She moves slightly, motioning him towards the back door.

Tom walks hesitantly towards the window of the door and looks out. "Oh dear god in heaven."

The bottom half of the retriever’s body was covered in mud, which has since completely dried up. He started wagging his tail fiercely as he saw his owner through the window and jumped against the door.

"No jumping Ozzie, get down." The dog obeyed and walked away as Tom made his way back towards his wife.

"Who's that chocolate lab in the backyard?"

"Oh very funny."

"What on earth were they up to out there?"

She let out a breath as she shook her head. "I honestly don't know, apparently he thought it was a good idea to hook the hose up to the sprinkler since it was getting pretty warm out, but Ozzie followed him out, grabbed the hose from him and the rest is history."

He whistled while looking down, slightly chuckling from the described events. "Well that explains everything, so where is the main suspect?"

"That's exactly why I sound like I run a marathon, I found him completely covered in mud trying to wrestle the hose from Ozzie's mouth. Once I told him he needed a bath, he took off like a cat with it's hide on fire and I’ve been looking for him ever since."

Maddie crossed her arms as she leaned against the counter. "I think he's still somewhere in the house, I don't know where he would go if he was still filthy."

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "I mean he was pretty filthy before he came to live with us, heck he barely wears any clothes."

"Oh my, That's....not the point I'm trying to make Tom. I just don't want him and Ozzie tracking mud throughout the house."

"Well then I guess Oz needs to stay outside and have his bath out there. I call dibs on that job."

"Wait, why are you calling ‘dibs’ on that one?”

“I think it’s fair since I wasn’t here to witness the events, I get to choose which one to take care of.”

“That’s not even close to being fair!”

“It is for me.” He ducked his head she swiped her hand at his shoulder.

“Tom! I’m being serious!”

“Yeah me too, last time I tried to give him a bath, I couldn't find him for almost two hours.”

"Oh great, could you at least help me find him? I don't want to keep looking that long."

He placed his chin in his hand and gave him a questioning look. "Hmmm I don't know, I'm putting my life on the line here for you.

Maddie grabbed his tie and tugged it, pulling him closer to her. "How about if you help me with this and you might get a certain reward once the task is done?" She whispers seductively as she lowers her eyes.

Tom blushes slightly as he tilts his head in interest. "Are we both thinking of the same reward here or is it something that could be food related?"

"Well there could be some food involved if you help me out." She gave him a wink as she walked away.

"Oh hell yeah this is so happening." He rushed after her as he loosened his tie from his neck.

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'What the heck were they talking about? What's so important about eating food in the tub?'

Sonic listened from the very cramped kitchen cupboard as he heard the couple walk away, moving slightly to regain feeling in his legs that fell asleep.

As he moved, his elbow hit against a pot making a loud clanging noise. He winced as he kept still and listened for any incoming sounds.

After a few minutes, he heard the faucet turn on in the bathroom upstairs. "Oh geez, she's really serious this time." He whispered to himself as he slowly pushed the door open and crawled out on his hands and knees as he looked around the kitchen.

"I can’t believe she’s still looking for me. Usually Tom would just give up at this point." He mutters as he walks over to a nearby mirror.

His azul blue fur was almost completely covered in a dark brown color, splotches of mud were splattered all over his face and torso and his red sneakers looked more like short, brown boots.

'Oh man, that hose really did a number on me.' He winced as he tried to pick at the dry mud stuck in his arm fur. "Oh great not only is it not coming off, it's starting to itch." He growled as he started to scratch his face.

He tiptoed out of the kitchen and in front of the staircase, listening to the cabinets being opened and closed. ‘I know I heard Tom's voice out here, I wonder where he went? Maybe he's with Ozzie outside, he was pretty filthy out there...well no thanks to-.' He pauses as he hears the bathroom door open and sees the light pour into the hallway.

He quickly ducks as he goes to hide behind the wall, peeking his eyes around the corner and watching Maddie’s shadow on the wall.

“You going somewhere?”

He lets out a little gasp as he slowly turns his head and sees Tom standing right behind him, looking down at him while his hands on his hips and a amused look on his face.

“Uh.....no?” He said sheepishly as he stood up straight and faced him.

“Hmm, if that’s the case then why are you hiding from Maddie after she said you needed to take a bath?”

He shrugged his shoulders as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I....just...don’t feel like taking one?”

Tom gave an unamused look before lowered himself onto one knee. “Listen bud, I’ve been in the same boat before when I was younger.”

“Rolling in mud?”

“Uh no, not wanting to take baths.”

“Oh”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to take one since I still felt ‘clean’ even after a few weeks of not bathing, but my parents were starting to notice that I hadn’t been smelling clean as usual and it got to the point where they stood outside the bathroom door and would checked if I washed throughly.”

The teen’s eyes widened in shock as he listened to the story. ‘I don’t even want to know where they checked’.

“But it’s also important that you do bathe on average, do you realize how many germs you have on your body right now from all that mud?”

He rubbed his fingers against his palms as he thought about that last statement. ‘I mean, he kinda has a point with the whole germs thing, but how much on average does he mean?’

Meanwhile, Tom continued to wait for the hedgehog to give him a answer, only to not receive one seeing that he still thinking about it. Knowing he wasn’t going to get one soon, he simply grabbed Sonic around his torso and stood up, holding him away at arms length.

Alarmed by the sudden motion, he grabbed onto Tom’s arms and looked at him, confused. “What? Wait where we going?”

“Where do you think?” He said with an exasperated tone as he made his way up the steps.

Alarm bells went off in his head as he tried to pry the hands holding him loose, kicking his legs in the process. “Wait! I haven’t made up my mind yet!”

“Well I’m making it for you, you were thinking about that way too long.” He held him farther away from him to avoid being kicked by the flailing feet.

“But you never gave me a chance to say my part on this!” He voice rose in pitch as he continued to struggle his way out of the firm grip.

Stopping at the top of the steps, Tom held Sonic closer so he had direct eye contact. “So what’s your say on it then?” He replies nonchalantly with a blank face.

‘Oh he is not buying this.’ He dropped his arms as his eyes darted around the room. “That I....am.......not...umm...going to-.” He stopped abruptly as Tom continued towards the bathroom.

“Tom! Stop! You’re violating my rights of free speech!”

He let out a laugh as he made his way to the door leading to the bathroom. “Violating- it’s a bath, it’s not your voting rights.”

“It’s still my rights!” He yelled as grabbed onto the doorframe, holding onto it tightly. Tom sighed heavily as he stopped and continued to hold him.

“Sonic, let go.”

“No.”

“Seriously? Come on, just let go.”

“No!” He continued to hold on as he felt Tom trying to pull him away from the frame.

Maddie sat on the edge of the tub as she watched the two of them, she let out a small laugh as she turned off the faucet and continued to watch the current predicament.

Tom struggled to pry the hedgehog off the door frame as he tried move his arms to avoid be kicked. He glances back to see his wife, looking at him with a wide smile on her face.

“I could use some help over here.”

“Oh but it looks like you’re doing a great job with this.” She said with fake sweetness in her voice. He glared back at her before turning back towards the stubborn hedgehog.

“Ok I’m giving you one last chance to let go NOW.”

He lets out a ‘hmm-mmm’ noise as he continues to hang on.

“Alright, time to bring out the big guns.” He adjusts Sonic’s body to one arm and uses the other hand to tickle his side and under his arm.

Sonic lets out a high pitched laugh as he kicked his legs and lowered one arm to grab Tom’s hand, loosening his grip.

As soon as he lowered his arm, Tom gave one final tug and wrapped his arms around him, pinning him to his chest. “Gotcha!” He hissed as he felt Sonic’s head quills poke into his chest as he wiggled to get out the unwanted bear hug.

“That wasn’t fair! You can’t use someone’s weakness like that!”

"You should've let go when you had the chance, It’s not my fault that you’re ticklish there.” He walked closer to Maddie, who stood up and held her arms out.

He passed Sonic over to her, who has since given up on trying to get away and limply dangled as he was placed in her arms. “Your package was delivered as promised ma’am. I’m hoping there will be a tip involved?” He bowed as he put on a fake cockney accent and looked up at her expectantly.

She giggled as she adjusts her hold on the grumpy teen. “Oh you’ll definitely get more than a tip when we’re done with this.”

He gave a self victory pose as he quickly brushes off the dried mud off his uniform. “Yes! Love you honey!” He gives her a quick peck on the cheek as he rushes out the bathroom door and closes it behind him.

Sonic gave Maddie a look of confusion as he placed him down on the toilet cover and helped take off his shoes while he took off his gloves. “So, what do you guys even do in the bath with food anyway?”

He saw her eyes widen slightly before her face became neutral. “I'll tell you when you’re older.” She said in a serious tone.

“Uh, ok then?”

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“Alright, go on in.” She ushered Sonic into the bath as she got out bottles of body wash and shampoo.

“Ok.” He goes to put his foot in the tub, only to lift it out and face her. “Maddie, I can take the bath by myself.”

She raises her eyebrow at him. “Yes normally I would but since you kept trying to hide from me earlier, I feel it be best if I helped you this time. To make sure you completely clean.”

‘I had a feeling she wouldn’t leave me be after all that. Worth a shot I guess.’ He sighs in defeat and quickly placed his foot in the tub, only to feel his foot slip against the smooth floor and fall in head first with a splash. Maddie gasped as he leaned over the side, coughing slightly.

She pats his back lightly as he continued to cough. “Oh my gosh, you alright?”

He coughed once more before nodding. “Yeah, ugh some of it got up my nose.”

“Did you bump your head?”

“Uh no, I don’t think so.”

Giving a sigh of relief, She got on her knees as she poured some shampoo on a washcloth. “Well at least it’ll be easier to scrub all that mud off now.”

She started to scrub his head with the cloth as he splashed water on his arms. “Goodness, do you realize how much grass and twigs are in your quills?”

“Hmm no, I was too busy try not to drown via water hose from a golden retriever mastermind.”

“Oh, well you really have quite a bit just just nesting in there, there’s enough to build a bird’s nest in there.”

“What? I was just in the grass, how’d I get that much?”

“I have no idea sweetie, that’s exactly the reason why you needed a bath. You would have tracked all this stuff into your bed and heaven forbid if you had any insects on you.”

He freezes up and cringes at the thought of those creepy crawlers in his room, let alone his bed. “Oh god.”

“Exactly.” She removes the last of the debris and rinses some water on his head. She pours more shampoo in her hands and starts to scrub behind his ears.

Pausing from scrubbing his feet, he lets out a soft purring noise as he closes his eyes and leans into the touch. He starts to smile as she also scrubs underneath his chin.

‘Oh my god he’s like a little kitten.’ She bites back a laugh as she continued to wash around his face.

After making sure no more dirt was on him, she rinsed him off with the showerhead, got up and grabbed a towel while Sonic unplugged the drain. "How do you feel now after getting rid of all that mud?"

"A little cold, but refreshed! I kinda smell like apples or something."

"Green apple, it's a good scent to have after a nice bath." She held up the towel in front him as he got out and wrapped it around him, the towel being so big it managed to cover his whole body, including his head and eyes.

He lifts part of the towel off his face as she helps him dry off. "Hey Maddie?"

"Yes?"

She continues to dry off his head until she notices his hands were starting to wring together, making her stop and remove the towel from his eyes, looking fully at him.

"I...*sigh* I'm sorry I gave you a hard time earlier about...all of this. I'm sorry for being stubborn and not listening to you and...wait that's the same thing. What I mean to say is that I'm sorry-oh geez I already said that..um I just wanted to say-." He felt a hand gently lift his head up and saw Maddie smiling at him.

"Apology accepted, your just lucky you're too darn cute for me to be mad at you." She teased as she nuzzled his nose with his.

He lets out a giggle, blushing as she pulled away and helped dry off his arms. "I'm not that cute. I'm probably handsome than most kids, but not cute."

She stops and looks up at the ceiling as she ponders for a second. "Hmm you know what? You're right, you're not cute at all."

Taken aback, he looks up at her shocked at the blunt response. "Wh-what?"

"Nope, not even close."

'Why'd she say it like that?' He blinks as he feels a pout forming on his face.

"You...are....adorable!" She ends the statement by grabbing the unsuspecting teen and hugging him tightly with the towel protecting her from being poked by the quills, earning a grunt of surprise and discomfort from him.

"Ack! Maddie! Your hugging me too tight! I can't breathe!" He cries out as he tries to get out of the death hug.

"How are you talking if you can't breathe right now?" She starts to loosen the hug but still holding him.

He gets his arms free and pushes his hands against her shoulders, trying to make space. "I......don't know?" He makes a confused face as she starts to laugh as she hugs him tight again. "Aww even your confusion is adorable."

"Ow! Maddie! What is with everyone and wanting to hug me so much today?" She pulled back again, looking at him with mock serious expression.

"You can never have too many hugs in one day young man, well that and also one other thing." Before he could ask, she started to pepper small kisses all over his face and forehead.

He squinted his eyes shut as he moved his head from side to side, trying not to smile at the sudden affection.

"I saw that."

His ear twitches at her voice and peeks an eye at her. "Saw what?"

"Don't think I can't see you trying not to smile." She smirked playfully at him while poking his nose. "You don't want to admit it, but you know that you're adorable too."

"No I'm not! Your kisses just feel really weird on my face."

"They feel weird?"

"Yeah...they just do."

"But you were trying not to smile though, that must mean that you actually liked them?"

"Nope! I don't think that at all." He shut his eyes and turned his head away from her dramatically, crossing his arms.

"Oh, well I can think of one more thing that proves that you are completely adorable."

"What?" He says in a whining manner as he braces for her answer.

"Your laugh." She then starts to blow raspberries on his cheeks.

"Mahha-ddie! Stohop!" He struggled to keep a straight face as he let out a few giggles.

"Oh but you're smiling and laughing now, that's usually a sign if you really happy about something."

"Nohoho ihiht doesn't!" He places his hands on her face to push her away and pants as he grins victoriously at her. "Ha! Now you can't give me anymore kisses!"

She jerks her head away from his hands and narrows her eyes at him, who is still has his arms out. "Oh you think you're safe from that?"

His face drops as she quickly digs her fingers in his armpits and lets out a high shriek. "GAH! AHAHAH! MAHADIE NOHOHO!"

"What was that? I can't hear you, you're laughing way too much." She adjusts herself and sits on the floor crisscross, still tickling the squirming hedgehog.

"DOHOHNT TIHICKLE ME!"

"Really? Ok then I guess I'll go back to this then." She proceeded to blow raspberries in his neck while still wiggling her fingers under his arms.

"HAHAHA! NOHOHO! STOP IT! MOM STOP!"

Maddie halts her fingers and freezes as she hears Sonic, still laughing and panting as he sat in her lap. 'Did he just...?'

"Sonic?" He looks up at her, still giggling softly. "Did...you just call me mom?"

His breathing hitches as she sees his eyes widen and looks forward, away from her gaze. "I...uh...I don't know, I might have said it....I'm sorry." His voice lowers to a whisper as he looks down at his hands. 'Oh no, is she mad that I called her that? I didn't mean to, it just came out that way! Oh man this is so awkward-. '

He flinches as he feels her arms wrap around him again, this time softly. "It's ok sweetheart, you can call me mom if that's what you feel comfortable with. I'm not mad, just took me by surprise that's all."

Feeling the tension lift off his shoulders, he wrapped his arms over hers and they continued to sit together the bathroom floor.

"Wait, does this mean I have to call Tom 'dad' now?"

He hears her laugh as she releases him from the embrace. "Well, you don't have to, it's completely up to you. Besides it might make him feel more old if you do."

"Hmm, I'll think about it then." He jumps slightly at the sound of Ozzie's barking and Tom shouting coming from downstairs.

"Oh dear, we better go see if he needs help."

He wraps his arms around her neck as she got up. "Knowing him, he probably does."

She shakes head as she gives him a final kiss on the forehead, putting the towel in the clothes bin and carrying him out of the bathroom.

As she walked down the stairs, she could hear scuffling coming from the living room and turned the corner to see Tom trying to dry off/wrestle Ozzie on the floor.

"Uh Tom? You need any help?" He glanced up to see the two of the looking amused at him.

"Heh, no I'm doing great with this big guy. He just needs to keep still for more than 10 seconds!" He said, falling on his stomach as Ozzie ran away and started to roll over all over the carpet.

Maddie makes an exaggerated face at Sonic, who muffles a laugh behind his hand. She places him on the floor as she makes her way over to Tom. "Well, I completed my task, but it seems like you still having trouble with yours."

Tom brushes off his partially wet shirt as he gets up. "Yeah, luckily this wasn't a contest, though I did hear a lot of laughter up there. What were you guys talking about?"

Maddie zips her lips closed as she glances over at Sonic on the couch, who mimics her as he crosses his legs on the seat, smiling widely at her. "It's nothing to worry about."

"I hope you guys aren't thinking about keeping secrets from me." He places an arm around her shoulders as she looks up at him.

"Either you can know what we were talking about or you don't get your reward tonight." She replies firmly, crossing her arms.

His head jerked as she finished, seeing her expression and backs down, raising his arms up in surrender. "Alright, alright you win this round."

"You bet I do." She kisses him firmly on the lips as she walks away. Tom sighs contentedly as she walks away, with Sonic clearing his throat getting his attention.

"Sooo I'm still confused on what eating food in the bath means. Is it something just adults are allowed to do?"

Tom blinks at him before walking over and clasping a hand on his shoulder. "You'll understand once you get married, get a job and have less time to enjoy certain things." He struts away while clapping his hands and bolting up the stairs.

The hedgehog furrows his brows as Ozzie comes over to him, still panting from rolling around and places a hand on the dog's head.

"Oz, I feel like being an adult is going to be a really weird experience."

[madllamamomma]

Part 4 for my first Muriel smut. Beware! NSFW, 18+ crap below here. But it’s mostly fluff.

Pumpkin bread part 4~

You notice the warmth of Muriel’s arms as you slowly flutter your sleepy eyes open. He lays on his side, looking like he had nodded off to sleep as well. You're flat on your back blankets cover you both naked bodies. Muriel’s left arm resting on your waist, his right arm being used as your pillow. You roll over to meet his chest trying to make sure you don’t wake him, his eyes blink slowly open with a long sigh with the movement, licking his chapped lips. Your hand cups his cheek, and utter softly and sleepily, “Hi.”

He softly smiles back, “Hi……..You’re finally awake.” He says with a yawn. You move your head off his arm so he can stretch it out, and you lay on his chest. He pushes a stray hair out of your face.

You yawn, rub your sleepy eyes, and stretch your toes a bit. “How long was I out for?”

He glances to the small window, it’s nearly twilight. You shoot up in shock. “What?! I’m almost at night? It was just morning!”

He sits up next to you, you lean on his arm snuggling his bicep with a deep sign and whisper to yourself. “Stupid pumpkin bread… stupid elixir….. Stupid Asra….”

A little shiver cues you to pull up the covers over your bare chest, you notice that you feel a lot colder now. His hand brushes against your forehead to check your temperature. “....not hot anymore.” You touch your face with one hand to confirm it. “Huh, I guess so... I guess the um.. ” You clear your throat. “.. the effect were... ahhh...  fulfilled?” You awkwardly chuckle. 

“Are you ok?” He asks softly and he starts to look off at the wall sheepishly. You look up towards his face. 

“Yes…. Actually…..what about you?”

“What?” He meets your eyes with a snort.

“I mean…. Are you alright?…. That was… uh… a bit much…you know... to just be thrown at you all of a sudden. It wasn’t very fair of me to do.”  You cheeks blush a bit, still feeling a bit ashamed.

Your hand starts to run through his black hair. “I mean… It was very… sudden.” He pauses thoughtfully. “But… I mean..” You almost can’t hear him speaking under his breath. “Itwasnotallthatbad….Iamaguyafterall…..”

“Really?!” You shoot him a surprised look as he scratches the back of his head, eyes still looking the wall. His cheeks are getting redder as he continues.

“I mean… yeah. I was afraid of hurting you-- I will always be afraid of that-- because you're just so…. tiny... But it was --- it.. It felt--” He tries so hide his pleased grin.

“....Good? You felt good?” You look at him intently. He nods sharply his ears start to heat up. “...So you--You liked it??” He nods sharply again. 

You wrap your arms around him making him fall back to the bed feeling such relief. You return to being on top of his chest, foreheads touching. He’s grin overwhelms him as you both fall back to the bed. He then looks a bit more seriously at you. “..Are you sure I didn’t hurt you at all?”

“Nope! I trust you, Muriel. I don’t think you can hurt me even if you tried. I just wish you trusted yourself.” You kiss his nose then his forehead. He pulls you lose hair behind your ear.

“Rhemi… I--” He shuts his eyes tightly for a second, trying to force words out. “I...I love you, too.” It doesn’t say it often, words are hard for him; But when he does, it always makes your heart feel fluttery. “I want you to tell me things... I know I’m not good at--” He waves his hands around gesturing to you. “.. all of this... but I want you to tell me things. You let me tell you things.” 

You kiss his lips softly.  his arms travel up and down your bare back loving the feeling of your skins under his fingertips. After laying there for a minute or two you sit up at the edge of bed picking up your clothes and placing your shirt back on. “Come on, let's go back to your hut and check on Inanna. I’ll make dinner!” He sits up in the bed slightly groggy, stretching his muscles in his shoulders. You thread your underwear and skirt on, turn to Muriel before standing to your feet. “What would you like to eat tonight? The shops shouldn’t be closed for another hour, we can go grab a few-- OOOF!”

THUMP! You legs give out, you nearly face planted before you are saved yet again by Muriel’s arms, pulling you back to the edge of the bed. You both just froze for a second before you burst out laughing. Muriel can’t help but join your laughter. “You’re a mess.”

“Yes. But I’m your mess!” 

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Your legs still feel weak for a few days, from the elixir (and from your sexy hermit, but you won’t let him know that, you didn’t mind that part). A week or so go by, and you do your best to completely ignore Asra completely, giving him a very cold shoulder. You are still a bit pissed off at him, he did apologize, multiple times in fact (even though you felt it wasn’t the most convincing). After all, it did bring Muriel and you closer. Asra was also becoming very sulky. You decide to make him a peace offering to ease the tension.

Asra was standing at the counter looking through his notebooks, searching for something in the mess of books. You bring him his favorite cup of tea and make it just how he likes it. You set in on the glass counter where he was standing at. He looks up at you with glee in his eyes. “Does this mean you forgive me, Rhemi?”

You give him an eye roll and lean on the counter and smile a little. “Ugggh. Yes…” He gives you a quick friendly hug. “You know I can’t stay angry at you forever, Asra.”

He blows on it then closes his eyes and sips on the hot tea happily before parting his lips, “Ahhh...You know how to make a good cup of tea, Rhemi.” You feel the corners of our mouth start to curl upwards in delight. “I’m really happy you like it, Asra~”

He happily keeps sipping the tea, still rummaging through his note books. You return on working on your tasks for about fifteen minutes before Asra finally calls you over to the counter again. “Rhemi, have you seen that one notebook?”

“Which one?” You ask trying to pretend to be clueless.

He scratches his head and presses the tea cup for another sip. “The purple and green one---” He starts to take a small sip of the tea as you pull the notebook from behind your back giving him an evil grin. 

“You mean…. This one?? The one where you leave just anywhere?.....Where you keep…... a certain seduction elixir recipe in?” You flutter your eyes sadistically. 

He quickly glances at you, then to the notebook, back to you, then down to his nearly empty tea cup. “PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!” He whips his head around away from the counter, sputtering the tea from his mouth, looking mortified. “Rhemi….. You didn’t…. Please tell me you didn’t!”

You chuckle menacingly, “Well it’s not exactly the same exact brew…” His right eyebrow starts to twitch. His mouth is wide open, sweat starts to bead from his face as you continue, “....This one is much faster.” You lean closer and loudly whisper. “....And you drank a lot of it too!” 

He touches his cheeks, they are already becoming feverish. He faces screaming with panic, and looks a little impressed with your slyness, and but attempts to hide it with a smile. “....Rhemi—“

You shrug, smiling. “What? The effects should wear off in approximately three days.. maybe a week…. Unless---”

“--Ok. Rhemi, I get it! Touche! I deserved this…very funny. Ha ha!” He pauses scanning your face in hopes that you are not at all serious. But his knees start to wobble and he drops to the ground to his knees with a Thud. His mouth turns into a tight low frown, pitifully looking back up at you. “Please….. Rhemi. You are a better person than I am.” He says softly almost a horse whispering, gives you a desperate smile, folding his hands, pleading.

You fold your arms, and laugh. “Ooh….?” Then kneel down to meet his eyes. “No, Asra…. I’m really not. Besides I’m sure that Julian—“

Asra moans slightly and starts to melt on the floor and mutters, “Oh shit.”

“Oh yes!” You boop him on the nose with your pointer finger. 

Asra’s attention then goes to the shop door where Muriel’s tall figure squeezes into the small door frame. Asra swallows hard. He knows he’s in deep shit now.“Hey— hey Muriel! My oldest, closest, most trusted….. Most kind friend.” Muriel now kneels down to inspect his feverish face. “Hmm. You don’t look so well.”

Muriel quickly shoots you a look with a hidden smirk. You play along, putting your hand to cheek in pretend shock, “Oh no! Do you think he’s sick?” you snicker.

Asra’s eyes shifting back and forth between the two of you with growing concern.“What are you two— Hey!!!!” Muriel gathers up Asra under his arm, letting out a loud fake grumbly sigh. “Yep-- guess he’s gonna need a doctor!”

Asra’s brow now perfusing with sweat. “Wait! Wait! Muriel! Rhemi! Please, have mercy!---” He cries as he tries to wiggle himself free.

“---Nope!” Muriel and you answer sharply in union, quickly high fiving. Asra continues to desperately to get himself free from Muriel’s arm. But it’s no use. No once escapes the Scourge!

You barrel into the door of Julian’s clinic, Muriel ducks his head following after. Julian sat at his desk in the back, the sudden entrance startles him a bit as he slightly jumps. “Well hello, Rhemi and..uhh... M-Muriel.” Muriel glances at his irritatedly. “To what do I owe the pleasure--” He then notices Asra wiggling definitely underneath Muriel’s arm. He tilts his head down to look at Asra’s very feverish face. “What--ah-- what’s… what’s going on here-- umm....exactly?” Before Asra can speak, you cover his mouth interrupting. “Oh he’s got a bad fever! Julian! Needs to see you!~”

Muriel then chimes in, “...Some bad tea.”

Asra’s nostral’s flare as you remove your hand away from his mouth and you smile back at him mischievously. Muriel sets him down on the edge of one of the beds. Asra attempts to stand up immediately. “I am perfectly fine--” His knees buckle, Julian catches him before he completely drops to the floor.

“You are most certainly not!” Asra’s face crimson red, beaming at Julian’s arm euphorically sitting back at the edge of the bed. He shoots you and Muriel a bit of an irritated look. Julian takes his glove off feeling forehead. “God! Your burning up!” Julian then turns his attention to you and Muriel. “Wait-- Can’t you fix this… you know… with your hocus pocus?” He says while wiggling his fingers trying to look whimsical.

You tug at Muriel’s cloak, pulling him out the door quickly, walking backwards with your suspicious grin on your face and shrug before closing the door. “Nothing I can do~!”

Asra covers his mouth with his hand with his hand hiding it from Julian, mouthing, “Please don’t do this!”

You eye him through the small crack of the door waving your fingers. “Tell me how it goes! Bye, Asra!”

CLANK--- You lock the door with your magic. You hear a faint Asra’s muffled “NOOO!” behind the locked door followed by, “ Asra, did she just lock the door--?”

You both run off to out of the crowded streets to an alley way. Muriel and you try to contain your laughter. You laugh so hard that your stomach starts to hurt. Once you both recover, Muriel offers you his arm and you take it happily, leaning into him lovingly as you both walk back to the shop. 

The end ~

Finally! Am I right?! This has been helping me get through life currently. I haven’t written anything like this before so I home it isn’t too hard to read. I hope you all enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love these characters they are a lot of fun. 

Part 1-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/190897875066/please-enjoy-my-muriel-x-mc-smut-ish-i-am-not

Part 2-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/190914002866/heres-part-two-on-my-muriel-smut-its-just

Part 3-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/190921120191/muriel-smut-part-3-the-most-smut-there-will-be

[crossyourheart-twff]

Chapter 2

This is a long one. Strap in.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23812213/chapters/57624229#workskin

Parker was too numb to double check the pile of books headmaster Crowley set before her on the library table. He’d already checked their contents with the aid of magic so there was no real reason to verify, but it was his own way of distracting her, and boy, did she ever need a distraction. They’d been in the library for an hour, searching every book, map, and grimoire Crowley could think of in search of her home town. So far, they’d come up empty.

Now, after learning that her home apparently didn’t exist, she questioned where she was. Was this a dream? A hallucination? Had she had a breakdown at work and this was the consequence of a psychiatric cocktail pumping through her veins? Funny. It felt too real to be any of those things, but she pinched herself for good measure. The tiny bite of pain told her this was no dream. Whatever was happening was all very, very real.

Crowley shut the last book he’d pulled from the stacks, “Your home doesn’t appear anywhere. Not on a single map, nor in any of these texts.”

Nothing at all. So, the Mirror hadn’t been lying. But then how would Parker explain… herself? She had to have come from somewhere. She had come from somewhere, or else everything she knew, everything that she was, would be a lie.

She shrugged, not looking up from the table, “I don’t know.”

The headmaster tapped his chin. The frown he wore deepened as he considered all of the possibilities that came to mind, “At this rate you might as well be from another planet! Or perhaps,” Crowley lit up, “perhaps another world.”

Parker blinked, “Another world.”

Crowley nodded as if settling on the idea, “It might be the likeliest possibility. If that is the case, then I’ll have to do some deeper research to find a way to send you home. In the mean time, it does present a problem.”

Parker almost asked ‘how so?’ but based on how the night had gone, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. Crowley, on the other hand, did not hold back.

“For starters, since you do not have any magic Night Raven is simply not the place for you. However, as an educator I simply cannot turn you out on the street with nowhere to go,” Crowley thought a moment before continuing, “Of course there is the old Ramshackle dorm.”

“Ramshackle?” Parker said.

“Its an older building most students tend to avoid, but it is livable,” Crowley said, “Yes. Of course, you’ll have to earn your keep… I might have a proposition for you. You may stay on campus as a something of a grounds keeper. You may help by keeping the school clean in exchange for room and meals. How does that sound?”

How did that sound? This whole situation was nothing short of insane for Parker, but as far she was concerned she couldn’t afford to turn it down.

 “Sure,” she said, “that’s fair.”

“Wonderful!” Crowley grinned, “That solves that problem. Now, as for your disguise- “

“Disguise?” She practically jumped to attention, “What do you mean disguise?”

Crowley shook his head, “This is an all boys school. That includes an all-male staff. Besides, I’m sure more than a few students might recognize you from tonight’s events.”

Parker couldn’t believe what she was hearing. A disguise! That meant she would have to go on pretending to be a boy until Crowley could figure out a way to get her home.

“Can’t you make an exception?” she asked, but even before she spoke she knew the answer.

“I’m making several exceptions already,” Crowley answered, “I’m afraid this is where I must draw the line, both for your own safety and the sake of my position! If you want any hope of returning home, this is a sacrifice you’ll have to make.”

It took everything in Parker not to fight back. This was ridiculous! To masquerade as a boy until she could leave? And who knew how long that would take? Still, Crowley had a point. It was this, or fend for herself in whatever world lay beyond the school, and after meeting Grim she wasn’t sure that was a chance she was willing to take.

“I guess I don’t have a choice,” she sighed.

Crowley sat back in his chair, “Very good. I think I’ll be able to whip something up for you. For now, let’s get you settled for the night.”

  Ramshackle dorm lived up to its name. The building was so abandoned that if Crowley hadn’t walked through it’s rusted gate, Parker would have assumed it was condemned. Most of the windows were caked over with dust so thick it looked like dirty snow. Even the front door hung askew on its hinges. Crowley had to prop it open just right to get it to swing open and shut without dragging on the floor.

“It isn’t much,” Crowley admitted as they looked at the piles of broken furniture that littered the common room, “But it’ll keep you out of the rain.”

Just as Crowley finished a drop of water landed on Parker’s shoulder. Well, he was right about one thing: it wasn’t much.

Whether Crowley noticed the leaking roof, she couldn’t tell, especially as he turned and said, “Make yourself at home. I’m sure with some dusting this place will be good as new!”

He left a minute later with a swirl of his cape, leaving Parker by herself for the first time in hours. She stood in the middle of the common room trying to decide where to start cleaning, but in the end, all that did was give her emotions a chance to catch up with her. Without magic mirrors or demon cats or mysterious headmasters, Parker could finally take stock of her situation. She’d somehow wound up in another world with no clue how she got there, somehow managed to get herself a job as a janitor in exchange for a rundown dorm building to sleep in, and she was completely alone.

The silence of Ramshackle dorm was broken by a low rumble of thunder, followed by the steady beat of rain pelting against the windows. Several more leaks sprouted from the onslaught of rain, soaking into the already moldy carpet. Parker’s legs buckled beneath a wave of fatigue. Her eyelids grew so heavy she had to fight to keep them open long enough to hunt for a place to sleep. A set of rickety stairs lead up to a second floor. That must have been where the bedrooms were.

It took the better part of an hour before Parker could find a room in decent enough condition. It still wasn’t great, but at least the bed wasn’t broken. That and the roof here was mercifully intact. She only beat on the mattress twice before throwing herself down and sinking into an uneasy sleep.

  The smell of cinnamon and fried eggs sent Parker’s stomach rumbling. She wasn’t sure who oversaw the cooking in the main dining hall, but whoever it was their cooking smelled delicious. Unfortunately, she had to wait until the last of the students cleared out before she could have her own breakfast.

Crowley came by early that morning with her assignments for the day and a rumpled set of coveralls. The baggy work clothes did most of the work in disguising her, but he’d snagged a plain cap for good measure to hide her hair.

“It’ll have to do,” he said, then sent her off to tend to the dinning hall.

So far, the students of the school didn’t spare her a second glance as she’d wiped down tables and collected dishes. In return, she didn’t so much as glance at any of them, choosing instead to focus on the job at hand and, whenever the work died down, admire the chandelier that illuminated the room. It didn’t have a single lightbulb that she could see. It was lit entirely by candles, yet there didn’t seem to be a trace of smoke anywhere. One of the branches of light extended towards a set of tapestries on the back wall. There were seven total, each with the image of a different person and in one case a dark-maned lion. She wondered at them even as she tied her latest garbage bag shut.

“Impressive, yeah?”

Parker turned to the voice on her left. A student stood there looking over the tapestries in the otherwise empty dinning room. For a second Parker thought he might have been the red head from the night before, until she realized it couldn’t have been. This one was taller.

“Uh, yeah,” she answered, coughing to try and lower her voice, “Are they like the founders or something?”

The student looked her over, “Something like that. They’re called the Great Seven. Each of the dorms here are modeled after them,” he pointed towards the tapestry of a woman dressed head to toe in hearts, “That’s the Queen of Hearts, figurehead of my dorm. Name’s Ace, by the way.”

“Oh,” Parker didn’t quite know what to say next, so she settled on “I’m Parker.”

“Every one of them were great magicians,” Ace said, “So naturally everyone here wants to be just as powerful by the time they graduate.”

Parker took another look at the Great Seven. She didn’t doubt they were powerful magicians. By the looks of them that much was obvious, but the more she examined them the more uneasy she felt. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, the arch of the octopus woman’s brow, the calculated stare in the lion’s eyes…

“I don’t know,” she squinted, “They look more terrifying than anything.”

“Of course you’d say that,” Ace said, “You’re that magicless runt that caused a scene at the ceremony last night.  Don’t think I didn’t notice. What, you didn’t have any magic so they made you the janitor instead?”

Ok, she could see where this was going. The sooner she disengaged, the better.

“I should get back to work,” She turned away, but Ace wasn’t finished.

“Aww c’mon,” he grabbed Parker by the arm. She froze under his grip. He was too close to her, way way too close. Panic tingled at her fingertips and around the spot where his hand held her bicep. If this idiot blew her cover not even a day in... She had to get him off. Now.

“Let go,” Parker tried to shrug him off.

“Don’t be so lame,” Ace laughed. He yanked Parker forward so hard she almost fell. Her free hand flew to the cap on her head, just to be sure it hadn’t slipped. A newfound rage burned inside her chest. She straightened, adjusted her stance and knocked Ace away with more force than she intended.

“I said, let go!”

Horror spiked in her stomach as she watched Ace tip backwards over his heels and into the tray of another student. Ace caught himself on the edge of a table, but it was too late as the tray was knocked out of the other student’s hands. A bowl of leftover oatmeal hit the stone floor, splattering the liquid it held onto both of their uniform pants.

“Aagh!” the other student cried, “what’s wrong with you?”

Ace ignored him. Instead his gaze locked straight onto Parker. She back tracked as he pulled himself up.

“Picking fights, then?” Ace straightened, “Couldn’t get yourself into school so now you want to take it out on me?”

“Look I-” She didn’t get a chance to finish as Ace launched himself at her. She ducked out of the in time to avoid being pinned to the wall. Ace reared, ready to go after her again when the student he’d fallen into held him back.

“Are you insane?” the student shook Ace. Parker noticed he wore a red and black ribbon around his arm just like Ace did. They must have been dorm mates, “Riddle’s going to kill us if-“

Ace shrugged him away and went after Parker again. She braced herself, covering her head with her arms as he charged straight at her. This was it. But just when Parker expected the impact she heard Ace scream instead. Curious, she lowered her arms and nearly keeled over when she saw him hovering in the air just above her.

“I can’t let you drag me down on our first day!” Parker saw the other student aiming what looked like a pen right at Ace. It took her a second to realize he’d used magic to keep Ace from beating the absolute crap out of her. She would have thanked him, but she sensed this whole thing was far from over.

“Put me down!” Ace clawed at the air around him as if he were trying to swim, but only managed to turn himself upside down. The other student only glared in response. His pen remained aimed on Ace, “Fine! I give! I give! Now get me down before Riddle hears about this!”

That seemed to do the trick. The other student nodded and shifted his pen, but Ace only dipped a few inches in the air.  

“Put him down!” Parker said.

“I- I’m trying,” the other student shook his pen now, but Ace only matched his motion. Nothing he did released Ace from the magic that held him. He hovered higher now, a good three feet over their heads and rising. Ace struggled even harder as the other student’s motions became wilder. Parker could only watch as he dipped and rose in a spastic pattern. It seemed Ace wasn’t expecting his ankle to brush against one of the branchlike arms of the chandelier, for when it did he cried out and gave a mighty kick. They all heard something on the chandelier crack.

 The other student jumped. His magic released Ace and sent him plummeting to the floor. Parker had to stop herself from screaming as he fell. If it weren’t for a sudden gust of wind that slowed him just enough, she was sure he would have broken his neck. Something small fell to the floor between the three of them and shattered into a thousand sparkling pieces. A second later, the chandelier flickered and went dark. 

“Oh no…” the student who’d levitated Ace went white.

Meanwhile Ace sprang from the floor. He rounded on the other student, “Are you an idiot?! If headmaster finds out we broke the chandelier-“

Footsteps clicked against the floor one by one. She didn’t have to turn around to know who awaited them.

“If I,” Crowley’s voice was brittle, “find out.”

As one, Ace, Parker, and the other student faced the headmaster. His mouth was set in a thin line as he came closer, looked from them to the floor, and stared at the broken remains that littered the floor. Crowley didn’t move. Parker wasn’t even sure he was breathing. He only stood there, head down, absorbing the sight before him.

“Have you any idea,” the headmaster said at long last, “What you’ve done?”

They didn’t have a chance to answer as Crowley flew into a rage.

“This chandelier was made by a renown master of magical items! It was entrusted to this school since it’s very foundation over a century ago, and thanks to you delinquents it will never be lit again!” the head master pinched the bridge of his nose through his mask, “The destruction of such priceless artifact is grounds for expulsion.”

Expulsion. The two students went rigid at the news while Parker wondered, did that apply to her? She technically wasn’t a student so there wasn’t a way to expel her. But by the way Crowley was fuming, she wondered if this was serious enough for him to kick her out on the street. If he did that, she’d have nowhere to go and what’s worse, it would mean the end of his help in researching a way home. She might be stranded here forever.  

“Can’t you fix it with magic?” she dared ask. It felt like a stupid question, but she hoped maybe his temper was blinding him to the simplest solution.

“Magic isn’t all powerful,” Crowley said, “fixing a magical relic of this importance can’t be done with a simple spell, especially not when it’s source of magic has been damaged beyond repair.”

Source of magic… could he mean the thing that shattered all over the floor? She glanced down at what remained of it. It looked like some kind of glass ball, or crystal. Crowley took the time to examine the rest of the chandelier.

“Of course,” he began, “the rest of the structure seems to be intact…” Hope sparked in the both Ace and the other student as circled the chandelier from the ground, “It might all be a question of replacing its magic crystal.”

“I’ll do it!” the other student jumped up, “I’ll fix it, please, just don’t expel me! Whatever I must do, just say it.”

“Yeah, and I’ll help!” Ace added, “I can’t get kicked out of school on the first day.”

Crowley held up his hands to quiet the boys down, “Finding a compatible crystal is no small task. It must be the same type with the same origin. The crystal that powered this chandelier was taken from the Dwarf Mines, and those have been empty for decades.”

Ace frowned, “Maybe one of the crystals was missed. We’ll go check! And If we can find a replacement, we can stay at Night Raven, yeah?”

Check the mines? Ace must have been desperate to keep his place in the school. Parker was sure there was no way Crowley would take him up on that. Absolutely-

“Alright,” the headmaster nodded, “Since I am such a generous headmaster, I’ll allow you a chance. You’ll have until tonight. If the three of you manage to find a replacement by then, you won’t be expelled.”

The three of them? Parker wasn’t sure whether to thank the headmaster or protest. How was any of this her fault? Ace was the one who started the fight, the other guy was the one who used magic! Granted, she did end up shoving Ace into the other guy’s breakfast so… Ok, maybe she did have a hand this. Whatever. At least they had a chance to make things right.

“You may go together once classes have ended, but for now, shoo,” Crowley gestured towards the exit of the dining hall. Ace and the other student left bowing, promises of success and a shower of thanks poured from their lips all the while. When they were gone, Crowley simply nodded towards the remains of the crystal and the discarded meal tray.

“Clean this up,” he ordered, and disappeared. Parker frowned and went to find a broom.

Between cleaning the dining hall, the bathrooms, half the classrooms, and the library, Parker was exhausted. By the time the final bell chimed through the halls of the school, she felt simply storing her cleaning tools was too much to bear. How was she supposed to go searching through an old mine feeling like this? She decided not to dwell on it as she locked the broom closet. It was time to meet the others.

They, waited for her in the Hall of Mirrors, an aptly named room containing the entrances to all seven dorms along with an enchanted mirror meant to transport travelers to destinations off Night Raven’s campus. Or so they said. Really, Parker was ready to believe anything at this point.

“Let’s go,” the other student said, and made his way over to the mirror without so much as a look back. Parker and Ace followed in silence following his lead as he stepped through the mirror. For a second, Parker hesitated. In her mind, she knew all she had to do was step through, but her instincts weren’t getting the memo.

Ace shoved her forward. It was what her body needed to get moving, annoying as it might have been. Her foot slipped into the mirror much as it would have a puddle of water. The reflective glass rippled and swirled until she couldn’t feel herself moving. The sensation was like running in a dream, moving and not at the same time. In a blink, it was over. The Hall of Mirrors was replaced with a forest of trees and thick leaves. What little remained of the afternoon sun streamed in patches on the grassy floor. What she didn’t see was the other student.

“Where’d he go?” Parker jumped at the unexpected sound of Ace’s voice.

A moment later, the other student emerged from a thicket, “I can see the Dwarves’ cottage. If I’m right the mines aren’t too far off.” He slipped off again, not bothering to see if the others were behind him.

They caught up to the other student as he came upon the entrance to what must have been the mines. Whoever worked the place hadn’t been around in decades. In fact, it was so abandoned it reminded Parker of Ramshackle Dorm.

“Empty,” she said, “Do you think it’s safer to go in there?”

The other student huffed, “We don’t have a choice.”

“Relax,” Ace started towards the mine’s entrance, “Or do you need buttercup over there to hold your hand?”

“My name,” the other student grumbled, “is Deuce.”

“Yeah, sure,” Ace shrugged, “get in here, Goose.”

“Deuce.”

Parker sighed and followed them inside. The path before them yawned deeper into the ground. Much like her dorm, cobwebs and dirt reigned supreme over ancient support beams. The stone walls had chunks of glittering rock embedded in them, but none looked like the crystal they’d broken. That’s when it occurred to her. They were in a mine, meaning if they did find the crystal, they were going to have to pry it out of the rock. How were they supposed to- she smiled as they rounded a corner. Propped against the wall was a small pickaxe. Jackpot.

She jogged ahead and lifted it, wiping away cobwebs. The handle wobble a little, but it was better than nothing. Just as she was about to find the others, something jumped on her from above. Parker screamed as whatever it was leapt to the floor and took off further down the mine.

“Hey!” she cried and ran after it, almost knocking into Deuce as she did.

He jumped back in surprise as the creature darted around his ankles, ”What-?”

“Stupid humans! That crystal’s mine!”

Parker’s grip tightened on the pickaxe. It was Grim.

“Not you!” she cried out. It was bad enough she’d been roped into this along with Ace and Deuce, now she had to deal with the devil cat? Again?

“Uh, you know him?” Ace’s blinked as Deuce and Parker ran further into the mine. Both ignored him. The trio panted hard as they followed Grim’s blue glow down winding tunnels and tortuous caves. His light became smaller and smaller the further they went.

“That sucker’s too fast,” Ace frowned.

“I got it,” Parker adjusted her grip on the pickaxe and put on a burst of speed. In her mind, she told herself: Grim was a Running Back, a soccer ball, a pitch that was quickly flying out of bounds. And Parker had her feet. She was on the smaller side, but her size made her nimble. Grim darted left. Parker was about turn behind him when an unearthly roar shook the mine around them. Grim flew back and hit the wall hard as a massive shadow emerged from the tunnel he’d run through.

Parker’s face went cold as the blood drained from her cheeks. She heard Ace and Deuce halt just behind her.

“What is that thing?” Deuce cried.

“Headmaster Crowley never mentioned one of those,” Ace took a step back.

The monster towered over them, a faceless nightmare of a creature. Something black oozed from it’s head onto the tattered remains of a shirt.

“WON’T. GIVE,” the creature bellowed, “STONE. IS. MINE!”

Stone. So, there was a magic crystal left! Any hope the knowledge brought disappeared as the monster reared back, “WON’T. GIIIIIIIVE!”.

Ace was about to turn and run when Deuce caught his arm, “What are you doing? It has the crystal!”

“And?” Ace tried to pull away.

“We’ll be expelled without it! We need to go after it!”

Parker shot Deuce a look, “We need to be alive to get it! Let’s go!”

The monster roared again, the reverberations shook loose pebbles from the ceiling. The creature reared back and charged the three of them. Ace blew it back with just enough force to buy them some time to run. Parker was vaguely aware of Grim sprinting at her heels. They cleared the entrance of the mine a minute later, the monster’s chilling voice still echoed at their backs. They didn’t stop running until they couldn’t see the mines anymore. When they felt it was safe, they collapsed in a clearing by a small stream.

“My one chance at getting into Night Raven College, gone,” Grim lamented.

Ace shook his head, unblinking eyes stared at a patch of grass somewhere in front of him, “That’s it. I’m not going back there. I’d rather get expelled than fight that thing.”

Parker was too busy gulping air into her lungs to protest, but Deuce on the other hand… The second Ace suggested giving up his spine straightened and went rigid. Slowly, he craned his neck until he could get a good look at the red head.

“You can’t be serious,” Deuce stared Ace down. When Ace didn’t answer, Deuce narrowed his eyes, “Don’t screw with me. I would rather die than face expulsion. There’s a magic crystal right there, and you want to give up?”

She hated to admit it, but in that moment Parker wasn’t sure who she sided with. On the one hand, Deuce was right. The magic crystal was in their reach and the risks of not going after it could mean she was trapped in this world forever. On the other hand, the monster was terrifying. If she even wanted a chance to get home, she’d need to stay alive to do it.

Ace rolled his eyes, “That’s some big talk from someone like you. You think your magic is strong enough to beat something like, go right ahead, but I’m not risking my life just to stay at Night Raven.”

Deuce clenched his jaw, “Oh, so you’d rather stay here like some spineless coward?”

“Coward?” Ace let out a single laugh, “buddy, you need to straighten out your priorities. There are worse things than getting kicked out of school.”

Something akin to fire lit in Deuce’s eyes. Parker sensed at once that Ace had crossed a line neither of them knew was there. Deuce rounded on Ace.

“Worse?” he asked, “You mean like, disappointing your family? Or showing up at home not even a day after promising you’d make them proud?” Deuce raised his voice, “Or maybe hearing your mother cry about how she doesn’t know where she went wrong because her screw-up son can’t get his damn life together?” Deuce was shaking now, “Yeah. You’re right. There are worse things”

Silence stretched between the four of them. Ace’s throat bobbed as the truth of Deuce’s words sank in. For once, Grim refused to look either of them in the eye. As for Parker, she took a deep breath and adjusted the cap on her head. That was some heavy stuff, but what could they do? Ace’s magic barely did anything more than give them enough time to escape. Going back would be suicide, but they couldn’t give up now that they knew a replacement crystal existed. Not when Crowley expected all three of them- Parker blinked. Three of them.

Three of them.

“I think,” she began, “there might be a way to beat the monster.”

Ace, Grim, and Deuce faced her, but it was Ace who said, “Don’t play.”

“I’m not playing,” Parker put up her hands, “think about it. There’s four of us and one of it. We might be able to outsmart it if we work together.”

“Together?” Grim balked, “I’m the Great and Mighty Grim! A magician of my caliber doesn’t collaborate with lesser wizards.”

Parker crossed her arms, “Oh, so, you’ll be fighting that thing on your own then?”

Grim sputtered as the others watched him rack his little brain for something, anything to say to that. Unfortunately for him, he knew they were right, “But getting that crystal is my only chance to attend Night Raven. After I heard you idiots broke the the chandelier, I thought…”

Parker sighed, “How about this, if you help us we’ll put in a good word for you with Headmaster Crowley.”

The idea sparked some life back into Grim, or she thought it did based on how the fire of his ears flickered brighter.

“What about you two?” she looked over at Ace and Deuce. The two exchanged a glance. Ace still did not look convinced, but at the very least he was listening.

A beat later, it was Deuce who asked, “What do you have in mind?”

  The four of them huddled behind a line of thickets at the edge of the Dwarves’ Mines. From where they were, it didn’t look like there were any signs of the monster. Still, they kept out of sight in case it lingered around the entrance.

“Everyone remember what to do?” Parker turned back to the others. They each nodded.

Alright. Nothing for it, then. With a nod of her own, she stood and jogged for the entrance of the mine, collecting rocks as she went. As soon as she was just outside the mouth of the mine, she tossed on in as hard as she could.

“Helloooo! Big faceless monster dude!” she cried, “You home?”

Parker let loose another rock. This time, the familiar roar echoed from deeper in the cave. Good. She had to draw the monster further out. She kept up the taunting and tossed another three rocks before the monster’s head emerged from the mine. It was working!

“Over here!” She jogged further from the entrance and landed a rock to the monster’s left shoulder. It roared again, though Parker didn’t think for a second she’d hurt it. The monster edge closer and closer with each taunt until the entrance to the mine was left wide open. Now was their chance, “Grim! Ace! You’re up!”

“Hurricane force winds, coming right up!” Ace loosed a rush of air so powerful, Parker had to jump out of the way to keep from being blown into the monster, her hand  was pinned to her hat. Grim wasn’t far behind, sending a wall of flame into Ace’s wind. The fire whipped into an inferno that encircled the monster.

“Alright Deuce,” Ace called over, not daring break his gaze away from the monster, “Its all you!”

Deuce, however, was in a panic.

“Something heavy… something heavy,” he muttered to himself.

The monster roared and swatted at the inferno.

“Deuce!” Ace yelled.

“Ah!” Deuce made a snap decision, “Big- heavy-yeah! Come forth, Cauldron!”

If not for the fact she was caught in the middle of an honest to goodness battle against an honest to goodness monster, Parker would have gawked as a large, cast iron cauldron appeared over the monster’s head, then crushed it to the floor.

“Yeah!” Grim pumped his paw into the air like a fist.

“Let’s hurry and get this over with,” Ace ran into the mine, Parker went after him, retrieving the pickaxe she’d left by the bushes.

“You think they can keep him subdued?” she asked.

“They’ll have to,” Ace grinned.

Before long, they made it to tunnel where the monster had first appeared. There, embedded into the stone at the end of the chamber was a crystal the size of Parker’s fist. Parker ran up to the stone and raised the pickaxe. The impact rang through her bones like the vibration of a bell. She lifted it to strike again when Ace snatched the tool from her hands.

“No time,” he said, and made quick work of the rock. In three strikes the crystal rolled to the floor. Parker wasted no time in scooping it up. Ace tossed the pickaxe aside and followed her out. They made it out of the mine in record time, yelling “Go! Go! Go!”

Grim and Deuce did not need to be told twice. The cauldron keeping the monster down was beginning to buckle as it tried to rise.

The four didn’t stop until they found the spot where they’d first exited the mirror. Parker was only half surprised to find another mirror etched into the trunk of a wide tree. She didn’t stop to wonder if, technically, it was the same mirror on the other side. She was too busy leaping through it to care.

Grim was the last one through the mirror. As soon as he landed in the Hall of Mirrors Deuce cried, “Close!”

A flash of light later, the mirror’s face returned to normal. None of them breathed as the enormity of their success settled over them. They had worked together, had survived the most terrifying creature any of them had ever seen, and made it back in time to save their positions at the school. Parker looked around the empty Hall of Mirrors to convince herself she was there.

As one, they all checked to make sure the crystal didn’t fall on their scramble back to the school. Sure enough, there it was, sparkling a rainbow of colors in the palm of their hands.

They’d done it.

The floodgates of relief burst open. All four cheered, a mix of disbelief and joy swam through them as they jumped up. Ace clapped Deuce on the back while Grim did a little dance Parker knew she’d have been roasted for calling adorable. But the excitement turned to dread as Ace yanked Parker into a headlock.

“You pulled through, you magicless twerp!” He laughed digging his knuckles into her head through her hat.

“Ace, no!” Parker said, but it was too late. Ace was already mid-noogie when her hat tumbled off her head, the braids she’d so carefully hidden in the cap dropped around her face. Ace let her go and jumped back like she was a hot coal.

“No way,” he breathed.

Parker scrambled to shove the hat back on. Her fingers shook as she struggled stuffing her braids back under the brim.

Grim frowned, “’No way’ what?

“Are you blind?” Deuce shot him a wide-eyed look, “He’s a- she’s a-”

“Shhhh!” Parker’s gaze darted around the Hall of Mirrors, hoping against hope they were alone, “No one’s supposed to know!”

Ace scoffed, “Supposed to- how’d you- why- huh?”

Something bitter tingled along the back of Parker’s tongue like spoiled pop rocks. Crowley was not going to be happy about this.

She gestured out of the Hall of Mirrors, “I’ll tell you on the way.”

  Headmaster Crowley stared at them from his seat behind the desk. He’d spotted the crystal the instant they’d entered his office and demanded they tell him everything. Between the four of them, they managed to cover every detail of their adventure up to and including the fact that Ace had blown Parker’s cover. The headmaster listened, nodding occasionally as they described what they’d seen and how they beat the monster. Parker was certain his calm demeanor would all vanish once she confessed, but even after they’d stopped talking, Crowley was careful to keep any emotion from showing on his face.

They stood there for ten seconds, then thirty, then a full minute without so much as a word from Crowley. Then, as if shocked from his seat, the Headmaster sprang up and beamed at the four of them.

“In the history of this school, never has there been such a rousing display of cooperation between students!” Parker thought she saw tears welling in the corner of his eyes, but didn’t bring it up. Anyway, he was moving around too much to get a proper look, “You all stood up against a common enemy and defeated it hand in hand. This truly is an auspicious day!”

“We- we definitely did not hold hands,” Deuce said.

Crowley either didn’t hear or chose to ignore his comment as he rounded on Parker and beamed, “You! You don’t have a spark of magic in you, and yet you’ve managed to accomplish something no professor ever could! Perhaps its your lack of talent that gives you the ability to think strategically.”

Parker couldn’t believe her ears, nor could she conjure up a better response than, “Thanks. For that.”

Again, Crowley went on as if no one had spoken, “We still don’t know how you’ve come to us, but its clear to me, Miss Parker, that you have something to offer this school yet.”

Parker still didn’t quite understand everything she was hearing, “So, you’re not kicking me out?”

“Why ever for?” Crowley laughed.

“Because I managed to blow my cover after only a day?” She exchanged a glance with Ace who could only shrug. He was just as confused as the rest of them.

“Hey! What about me?” Grim’s patience was at an end, “I helped too, you know! And these guys promised they’d convince you to let me attend!”

Ace put up his hands, “All we said was that we’d put in a good word for you, fur ball.”   

“Grim’s right,” Deuce said to Ace, “We did promise.” He turned to Headmaster Crowley and gave a short bow, “Grim was an important part of getting that crystal, we think it’s more than fair that he can attend Night Raven.”

For the first time since they recounted their adventure, Crowley’s smile faltered. He examined Grim from a distance as if trying to gauge something in him. Grim stared back, standing on his hind legs with his front paws crossed in front of him. It was a little unnerving to see a cat standing like a bratty child. Then again, the mine monster was more disturbing to look at.

“I see,” Crowley stroked at his chin, “Well, he certainly has displayed bravery…”

“And he has fire magic,” Parker chimed in, “It’s incredible.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Ace muttered.

Crowley thought for a second more, then said, “I don’t doubt it. But some of the subjects do require more (how do I put this?) human characteristics to be successful,” the headmaster’s gaze fell on Parker. He hummed, tapping his chin as if considering something, “Then again, there is the issue of Parker’s identity having been discovered…”

Ace, Grim, Deuce, and Parker all exchanged a look. How in the world did one have to do with the other? She’d been discovered by Ace and Deuce, but that had no bearing on Grim whatsoever. They jumped up as Crowley sparked to life once again and clapped once.

“I have it!” Crowley said, “Parker and Grim, how do you feel about being enrolled as two halves of the same student?”

Both Grim and Parker didn’t respond beyond a confused, “Huh?”

“Simple!” Crowley’s smile was back, “Grim has the magic, but may need some extra assistance with the more mundane aspects of class, and since he isn’t assigned to any dorm he can be the second resident of Ramshackle. As for Parker, I appear to have underestimated the challenge of hiding her, well, her herness. If I enroll her as a freshman, that will make it much easier for you boys to help her prevent anyone else from finding the truth.”

 Ace started at the news, “How is this secret my responsibility?”

Deuce didn’t even hesitate,” Maybe because you were the reason we found out.”

“What?” Ace whipped his head towards Deuce, “I didn’t know!”

“Neither will the other students,” Crowley said, “Having one of you three around at all times will ensure none of them accidentally reveals her to the rest of the school.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Parker asked, “What happened to being the janitor? I don’t want to be a student I… I’m taking a gap year!”

Crowley shrugged, “Well, you certainly have a choice. But know that if you decline my generous offer, Grim will be unable to attend.”

Parker knew better than to look at Grim, but she found herself doing it anyway. Grim looked up at her with the biggest, bluest eyes she had ever and would ever see again. The meekness on his face and the dulled flames at his ears made him look like a proper house cat. She couldn’t say no to that.

She glared down at him, “Fine. You manipulative little a-“

“Then its settled,” Crowley nodded, “You’ll begin classes in the morning.”

“Um, no,” Ace was not about take this, “Deuce and I never agreed to do anything!” When Deuce didn’t say a word, Ace shoved him, “Back me up, cauldron boy.”

Deuce glowered, but didn’t say a word.

Crowley was beginning to get irritated, “Well, if you don’t agree I could always go through with your expulsion.”

“What?” Deuce jumped up. He couldn’t believe what he just heard.

“That’s extortion,” Ace narrowed his gaze.

Crowley simply smiled and sat on the edge of his desk, “Welcome to Night Raven. I’ll expect to see all four of you in classes tomorrow. You’re dismissed.”

And that was the end of that. The four of them exited the headmaster’s office with varying emotions. Grim burst out first, doing a little dance that set off sparks wherever he went. Deuce followed, looking for all the world like he hadn’t slept in weeks. Ace muttered under his breath as he followed behind his dorm mate, and Parker trudged out with a knot in her stomach so tight she feared she would heave. How were they going to do this?

They walked together down several hallways until they came to the point they’d have to separate; Deuce and Ace would go back to the Hall of Mirrors and their own dorm while Parker and Grim made their way back to Ramshackle dorm. They hovered together, not quite sure how to leave each other after everything.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, I guess,” Ace rubbed the back of his neck.

“I guess,” Parker answered. She wasn’t too keen on him after the objections he’d given to Crowley. They shuffled around for a second more.

 Ace sighed, “It’s nothing against you.”

“We know you’re not happy with this either,” Deuce added.

“I am,” Grim sang. He ignored the three scowls aimed at him.

Parker softened. Deuce was right, she wasn’t happy but neither were they. With a little less force than she thought she needed, Parker half smiled, “We’re stuck.”

“Yeah,” Ace returned the smile, “We are.”

At last the tension that haunted them since they returned dissolved. Deuce even managed a parting joke before both groups dispersed at last.

“Get a good night’s sleep. You’re going to need it.”

[hybristoo]

Vainglorious Vigilantes

Request: “ok ok… so I was sitting there hot sauce on my tiddies and I thought of a request. So I’ve never really seen this done before and hopefully I explain this in a way you can understand because I have dumb bitch syndrome. anyways, maybe the reader could mayhaps be batman and joker ( whichever of ur choosing ) could just subtly flirt with them. And reader is just done with his shit but also flirts back. This is a mess I’m sorry LMAO! ty tho!”

Synopsis: Reader is a vigilante, and tonight, they have to protect a criminal from the [Heath Ledger] Joker. 

Words: 1’849

Protecting-Gotham-and-its-people-it’s-STUPID WHORE

Such were the words plastered on the publicity poster. However, it being defaced, both your caricature (drawn brawnier and mightier than you actually were) and pseudonym (certainly not “Stupid Whore”) were scribbled over with red sharpie. Your eyes were crudely crossed out and there was a bullet wound etched on your forehead. The dysphemism for you was written in scraggly letters. 

Perhaps you would have found this vandalization disturbing if you’d had any hand in making this poster. However, as the logo in the bottom right suggested, it was commissioned and distributed by the RGC - the Royal Gotham Coalition, where Royal is written in obnoxious cursive. A group of rich Gothamites who liked to pat themselves on their back and would rather spend money on propaganda such as this than actual improvements. 

Disturbing or not, it did tell you something about the man you were begrudgingly protecting: he was not a big fan. 

“I see you’ve found my art. Do you like it? Should I start a gallery perhaps? I have one for all you types. I’ll call it The Vainglorious Vigilantes.” 

It must be common knowledge at this point that anybody working for the Boyles must be in some way vile. That they must have some deep-rooted moral sickness. However, to say that you didn’t have a particularly negative bias towards Elijah the Nose, consigliere of the Boyle family, would be a lie. Perhaps it was his high ranking position, his ability to escape justice, or that terribly grating voice of his. Regardless, it was an understatement to say it took every nerve in your body to resist punching him right then and there. 

You glared at him, lips pulling into a tight frown.“Have you no sense of self-preservation? Gratitude?” That you had decided to defend him was beyond your own comprehension; a disjoint decision made by the angel on your shoulder.

“I didn’t ask for your help. I don’t need your help,” Elijah asserted, spitting on the ground and leaning further into the leather couch. It would have been convincing if not for his bouncing leg. 

“You did ask for trouble, though,” you walked over to him, hovering above him. “Crazy fucking clown? That’s really what you decided to call the Joker? For everyone to know?” You crossed your arms. Admittedly, hearing about it had been funny. But if the guy was going to die for insulting someone, make it creative. 

“You’d do the same in my position.” He furrowed his eyebrows, a flame igniting in his eyes. “He stole our fuckin’ plans. Executing them one night before us. He’s toyin’ with us. That money was ours.” 

“No, it was the property of Gotham Jewelers. You were going to steal it.” 

Elijah released a frustrated roar, pushing himself onto his feet. First, he paced towards you, making your hands twitch towards your weapon, then he paced to the other side of the room. He continuously peaked out of his curtains, biting his nails. It was plain to anyone watching he was more nervous than he would admit despite the dozens of soldati he had stationed below.

Considering the fact that he hadn’t even locked the windows when you snuck through them, you could understand why. Was he, in what could be his last moments, introspective enough to understand his own limited intelligence was not nearly enough to protect him? (You doubted it).

Not inclined to set him at ease, you plopped yourself into the couch, only subtly looking around. You’d already rigged the room and told Elijah to dismiss every soldati in the room. You knew Joker - or at least you liked to think you did. He wasn’t crazy, he was astute. To assume him a raving madman was a one-way ticket to a broken collarbone (you spoke from experience). Although you felt the room was quite Joker proof, relax was the last thing you’d do.

You wanted to catch him and lock him up for good. Gotham deserved that much. 

And maybe that was why you decided to protect Elijah. Not in a sudden action of complete martyrdom, but to use him as bait. Or maybe, somehow, you’d grown attached to him and his complete inability to commit crimes which made your self-imposed job easier. 

One thing that could be said about Elijah was that he liked to live lavishly. His bedroom, in which you now resided, was an eclectic mix of authentic victorian and contemporary styles. It was a constant reiteration of Is-That-A-Rembrandts and That’s-Worth-More-Than-Mes. It made you frown to think it was made off the backs of Gotham’s people. 

No, it definitely wasn’t attachment to Elijah which made you stick around.

You were staring at what had to be a recreation of Klimt’s The Kiss. You weren’t exactly an art appraiser but it struck you how authentic it looked, how authentic it smelled when you got too close. 

“Ohh, Klimt. Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.”

You whipped your head around, your weapon entering your grasp before you could truly process what was happening. It was disorienting, the way your courage dropped into your stomach when you saw Elijah in the Joker’s grasp. A stalemate was immediately introduced as a knife was pressed to Elijah’s jugular. He cried out, a serenade of hopelessness. 

You were less focused on Elijah’s safety and more focused on the Joker, however. But did the Joker know that? Or could you use that? Damn those indiscernible, dark eyes. 

“I didn’t know you were a man of the bible,” you hummed as you tried to glide closer, shuffling your feet. 

The Joker made a whistling sound. “I’m full of surprises, snookums.”

You resisted cringing, hiding it with a smirk. “Oh, I’m sure, snugglekins,” you breathed, your eyes flickering. Taking the chance, you kicked the coffee table separating the two of you into his shins. He was immediately thrown off balance, just enough for you to dive and grab Elijah, ragdolling him out of the Joker’s grasp. “But so am I.”

The Joker attempted to grab you, his hand leaping for your arm, but you narrowly took a step back last second, almost tripping on the couch. 

“Oh, honey-darling, you’re going to break my heart,” he cooed. 

You were both still for a moment, before he lunged at you, grabbing your shoulders and throwing you aside, attempting to break your balance. You knocked your head against his, hearing something crack - you weren’t sure if it was you or him. You were aptly disoriented when you slashed a dagger his way, only to realize he was out of reach. A punch found itself in your abdomen before you could register it was coming. 

You hunched over, gripping your stomach and letting out a hoarse cough. By the time you had oriented yourself onto your feet, the Joker had Elijah in his grasp again. 

“Is your ego so fragile you walk right into this set-up just to get this man?” You hissed. You slowly backed yourself towards the bookshelf parallel to the Joker, slipping your hand between the books. “You take me as a fool if you think I’m going to let you kill him and walk away.” You pressed the button, sending the entire house into a frenzy. The alarm set-up was hastily made, but it seemed it worked.

He made a whistling sound, his eyes glistening as he listened to the sounds of dozens of soldati moving around in the rooms surrounding them. You couldn’t hold back a smile, as if to say, your move.

“Who’s to say I’m here to kill him? Maybe I just wanted to see you,” he purred, the knife closing in on Elijah’s throat. You took a daring step forward, testing his limits. “A-ta-ta, one more step and the curtains won’t be the only red thing around here.” Did you even care? Maybe not, but if Elijah was alive what would stop him from attempting to leave? You needed to corner him and fast. 

“I, ah, yes, as I was saying,” he cleared his throat, using his free hand to comb his hair out of his face. “I wanted ta see you. Not that stupid mask of yours, hm? Let me see what’s behind all of,” he made a circular motion with his knife, pointing at your face, “that.”

“Oh yeah? Are you going to reveal what’s under all the paint, then?”

He chuckled “Unlikely.” 

You trudged towards him as he trudged backwards, despite his warnings. “Is that a no?” he hummed, watching you closely. You, on the other hand, were watching where he was going. You were hoping he was going to set off one of your traps. You didn’t say anything, trying to push him just a little further.

“That’s a shame.” You were pulled out of your focus as blood spurted onto the floor. Elijah’s blood. You were shocked - somehow you didn’t think he’d do it - not yet anyways, and there was esotericism to seeing Elijah’s limp body crumble onto the ground. He was dead. The Joker, on the other hand, was way less concerned with that. 

“Well, the party’s over,” he sighed, “You’re no fun at all, Kitten.” He continued backing away, now at a much quicker pace. He was heading for the windows. 

“You thought it would be that easy?”

“No.”

You growled, sprinting towards him. He tried to push the windows open, having opened the lock at the bottom. The brief look of confusion was too satisfying. You grabbed his collar and shoved him up against the wall. “Your reign over this city is over, Joker.” On cue, sirens appeared in the distance. “The soldati wasn’t the only thing alarmed.” 

The look on his face was indescribable. You were expecting disappointment, anger, fear even, but instead, he had this crazy look in his eyes and a grin only widened by his scars. A laugh bubbled from his throat.  “You ever played poker, Doll?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. You had no idea how to answer. This was no doubt a part of his anticks but, you couldn’t help but listen.

“Well, in the business, we say: As long as you’ve got ‘a chip and a chair’, there’s still hope.” He let out another howling laugh. You shoved him onto the ground, moving to put him into binds when you felt a sharp pain at the back of your head. You toppled over, falling onto the ground with a thud. Your vision was a pool of colours and vague shapes. You felt how the Joker hovered over you, a blur of red, white and green filling your vision.

“You do well to remember that next time.” You tried to push yourself away, trying to orient yourself in the expanding room. The other person, Joker’s helper, who were they? Where were they? You looked around, the world remains a blur. 

The Joker grabbed your face, forcing you to turn his way, and as your vision sunk into darkness, you heard a collection of last words. “Let’s see who’s under the mask.” 

[98prilla]

Turned Pt2

Decided to do a little second part to this randomness, first part can be found here: https://98prilla.tumblr.com/post/190297629504/turned  but this is able to be read stand alone. This is the events mostly from Logan’s perspective, cause I saw a post saying not enough fics let him have feelings sooooo I decided to change that. 

         “It makes sense, run down, edge of town, plenty of places to hide, Roman, are you even listening? Logan asked, turning to look at his companion, stopping his stream of analytics for a moment.

         “We lost Virg and Pat.” Was the quick reply, and it had Logan whipping around, gaze searching the street as if they would pop out from a bush and yell surprise.

         “Why would they deviate from the group? Virgil especially, he’s always on guard.” Logan replied, a scrap of purple catching his eye. He walked towards it, feeling Roman behind him, tense and ready to spring. Logan crouched, looking at the ground. A patch, matching those that Virgil sewed onto his hoodie, probably hadn’t been stitched on tight enough and had fallen loose.

         “I don’t know. But it looks like we at least know what direction they went. Good eye, teach.” Logan stood, patch tucked in his pocket, acknowledging the praise with a small nod.

         “Let’s hope they left more of a trail. Anything off main leads into smaller side streets and alleys. Nothing straightforward. They could have gone any direction.” He felt his pulse pick up a pace at that thought. He was sure they were fine, Patton had probably spotted a stray cat and wanted to pet it, forgetting they were on a mission and in potentially dangerous territory. And Virgil had followed to make sure he didn’t get into trouble. They were fine. They had to be.

         Roman took the lead as they followed Logan’s tactic of taking only left turns. Most of the off shoots were short or dead ends, and at this point they were doing their best to conserve energy and not full on sprint as they methodically looked down each dim pathway. It had only been minutes, but the tension radiating between Roman and Logan was tight enough it would trip anyone who walked between them, the worry sharp and grating against Logan’s chest.

Then they heard it. A sharp, furious shout. They locked eyes for a single moment, before turning as one and sprinting towards the noise, heedless of any danger. That had been Virgil, and it was close.

Another minute had them pounding into a narrow alley, Logan’s vision tunneling as he saw the two figures on the ground, ears ringing and breath caught in his throat.

Patton was slumped against a brick wall, eyes closed. Virgil was holding onto his shirt, but even from behind, Logan could tell one arm was badly twisted, one leg bending in a way it was impossible for any human limb to bend. His shirt was shredded, red streaks crisscrossing his back. They were late, they were too late. It had been a trap, he should have noticed their absence sooner, should have kept a closer eye on them, should have had a better strategy for finding them, should have done something.

He was the strategist. He was the mathematician, the planner. So why, in all of his calculations, was this never a possibility he’d considered?

“Lo!” The shout cut through his haze, and suddenly everything snapped into focus. He could breathe again, he could hear normally, it was like time started moving once more. He adjusted his glasses shakily and looked to Roman.

“They’re not dead, Lo. Patton got bit. He’s turning. And Virgil’s… well, beat to hell is putting it kindly.”

“I’m not deaf, y’know.” Was the reply from Virgil, but it lacked his usually playful scorn, falling flat against the wheeze each of his breaths came with, the shaking of his hands.

“Right. Of… of course. We need to get them home. Someone needs to be monitoring Patton, in case…” He didn’t finish that thought, didn’t allow it. Because Patton would survive the turn. He was kind and strong and brave, and he could survive the extreme flu like illness that raged through a human when their body was changing. “And I need my medical supplies to treat Virgil’s injuries.”

“No. Not until Pat… I’m not important. I’m not leaving him.” Virgil protested, fire in his voice. Logan knew he must be half delusional from the pain of his broken limbs alone, it was amazing he hadn’t passed out yet himself, and arguing with him was not going to help the situation any.

“ok. We will take care of Patton first. But Virgil? You are important. You are just as important to me as Patton is. And I will not lose either of you today. That is an unacceptable outcome. So, I need you to listen to me and do what I say. Do you understand me?” Logan asked, voice low but intense, putting every drop of fear and worry and terror into it, a minute fraction of that soothed as Virgil nodded once.

“yeah… yeah of course, Lo. I…” Virgil’s breath stuttered as a wash of agony flashed through his chest, and instantly Roman was there, supporting him.

“He’s going into shock. If you take him, I can take Patton. He’s the lighter of the two.” Roman nodded, scooping Virgil up in his arms. He knew it was bad as Virgil didn’t say a single sarcastic, snarky comment, just kept his eyes glued to Patton, face going white from the movement of Roman’s steps, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out.

They put Virgil in the van first, laying across the backseat, head resting against the window. They were as careful as they could be, but any movement made Virgil’s face blanche, his vision flare white. But he still pulled Patton close as the placed him in next, ignoring the pulsing pain from his broken arm as he held him tight, murmuring soothingly to him, stroking his hair, feeling his temperature burning hot, his skin clammy and his breathing shallow. He could feel the small tremors wracking Patton’s body, the fever already eating away at him, and all his own pain was forgotten as he kissed Patton’s soft curls, keeping up his steady, low chatter, ignoring his own exhaustion as the car pulled away.  

Roman was driving, doing his best to go as fast as he could without causing the car to bounce around on the road. Logan had pulled the spare blanket they kept in the car in case of emergency out, wrapping it around the two of them. He didn’t take his eyes off them the whole car ride, making sure Virgil stayed conscious, it was possible he had a concussion and if he fell asleep now, he might not wake up.

Just that thought was enough to make his heart start pounding, his mind lose focus and start to spiral, until he felt a hand on his arm, and looked up to see Roman steering one handed, eyes still firmly on the road.

“They’re gonna be ok. We will make sure that they’re ok.” His voice was low and firm, and usually Logan would scold him about taking a hand off the wheel, usually he would rattle off statistics countering Roman’s words, usually he would clear his throat with a huff of embarrassment before moving onto a different topic.

He found he didn’t have the energy for those options right now, simply giving Roman a grateful, if slightly doubtful, look, unable to formulate words to put his fears into context, because he wasn’t even sure himself what they were besides a profound sense of loss and emptiness and an ache that didn’t end that he could already feel building in his chest, the realization that he would rather claw out his own heart than watch Patton die shooting through him like lightning as they pulled into the drive of their house.

Virgil was just barely conscious, enough that he refused to let go of Patton, but not enough to recognize the irrationality of that action, and it made getting the two of them into the house quite a struggle.

When they finally managed, they settled Patton in his bed, wrapping him in all the blankets in the house they could find to try and break his fever, even the one they gave to Virgil. He was too cold, Logan knew, a side effect of shock still hitting him, but every time he tried to get close, tried to get Virgil to let him look at his injuries, Virgil refused, getting almost angry at the suggestion.

Virgil was sitting on the bed beside Patton, wiping his brow with a damp cloth, ceaselessly talking to him, stroking his hair, squeezing his hand, reminding him he wasn’t alone, despite him being likely unable to hear the words, it brought Logan comfort. If Patton had his loved ones right there, perhaps he would wake up quicker. Perhaps he would hold on harder. Perhaps he wouldn’t-

He cut that thought off with a sharp inhale, turning and stalking out of the bedroom without a word. It hurt him to stand there and watch and be helpless, hurt him that Virgil wouldn’t let him look at his own severe wounds, knowing the longer they went the higher risk of infection, of the bones setting the wrong way, of Virgil himself not recovering. It hurt to look at Patton’s too pale face, cheeks flushed and hair sticky with sweat, it hurt to see the shallow rise and fall of his chest, it hurt to see him, usually so loud and funny and there, so still and not.

But it hurt not being there too, he realized, as he began to pace the living room, hands clasped tight behind his back, head down as he stared at the endlessly repeating carpet, wearing a rut in it. It hurt to not know what was going on in there, even though it was no doubt no different than it had been moments ago, it hurt to think that Patton might wake up and he might not be there, it hurt to think that Virgil could begin showing signs of an illness and he wouldn’t be there to catch it, it hurt to know that nothing changed when he left the room.

His mind wouldn’t stop whirling, wouldn’t stop shouting the statistics and information he’d so carefully memorized about human to vampire transitions, wouldn’t stop telling him what he didn’t want to know, that the survival rate was low in a situation like this, where the turner had been unwilling. That there was nothing they could do but wait for the process to complete. That right now the venom was working it’s way through Patton’s system, altering every single one of his cells, changing and twisting the DNA inside into something other than human, that the process was unimaginably painful, that the body then saw the changed cells as a disease and fought against them, and if the body won out then the victim would die.

He froze. Die. He had been so carefully avoiding that word. Refusing to acknowledge it, because if he didn’t acknowledge it, then it wasn’t real, it wasn’t a possibility, it didn’t factor into this equation.

Patton could die. The world tunneled around him, his breathing too loud in his ears, his heart beating so fast and so loud he was surprised it didn’t tear open his ribcage to escape its confines.

Patton, smiling in the kitchen, making some terrible pun as he pulled cookies out of the oven, making Roman groan and Virgil snicker.

Patton, surprising Virgil with a birthday party, somehow figuring out when it was even though Virgil had never mentioned it, not even Logan had known it was his birthday.

Patton, eyes wide with rapt attention, arms resting on the table, chin resting on his hands, leaned forward, listening and absorbing every word as Logan lectured about the stars, space, his own private hobby being astronomy. And after, Patton asked questions, he’d actually listened, in a way nobody else ever seemed to.

Patton, sweet and kind and soft and always, always seeing the best in the world around him, in the people around him, even when they were ready to give up on themselves.

Patton, dressed in his favorite cardigan, cat hoodie tied around his shoulders, eyes closed, arms crossed on his chest, lying inside a coffin, not breathing, not moving, nothing but an empty shell of what had once been a person.

He slowly became aware of someone talking. The voice was far away, too distant to understand, but he thought he recognized it. It was someone he knew, someone important. Dimly, he registered a rhythm being tapped out against his arm, one he was familiar with, one he’d taught Virgil. Slowly, in fits and starts, he began to copy it, began to try and soothe the hurricane that was his mind, tried to focus on nothing but the steady beat against his skin, the voice drawing ever closer.

“That’s good, Lo. Keep it up. You’re doing good.”

“Well.” He croaked out, and the rhythm paused.

“What?” Roman’s confused voice, then finally his vision came back into focus, and he could see Roman crouched before him on the ground, when had he fallen to the ground, and he focused on his familiar form as he continued to breath.

“It’s I’m doing well, not I’m doing good.” Roman rolled his eyes, but sank back on his knees anyway, not taking his attention away from Logan. Logan realized his face was wet, and he almost wonderingly wiped away the tears. When was the last time he’d cried? He didn’t know. But they were still coming, and he couldn’t stop them, and he almost didn’t want to. “and I’m not doing either of those things, it seems.” He finished, with a choked half laugh, half sob.

“Patton is… and Virgil won’t let me near him and I can’t fix any of it! I’m supposed to be… I’m supposed to know… and I don’t. I can’t. I’m…” Roman was caught off guard. Logan was the most put together, steady person he’d ever known. He’d never seen him this off balance, this emotional, this afraid. In the face of near certain death, he could spout of probabilities and in a split second calculate what course of action would get them out alive.

“Teach-“

“I know! That’s the problem, I can’t… I can’t be optimistic because I’ve memorized the facts, I’ve memorized the likelihoods, I know the outcome, but it can’t… it has to be different, it has to be different, because it’s Patton, not some number, not a… a percent or a textbook, it’s Patton.” He fell silent, a choked sob working it’s way out of his throat and then Roman was holding him, hugging him, something Logan would usually shy away from, contact he usually only tolerated, but now it felt like a lifeline, and he clung to Roman as if the world would vanish if he let go.

“You need to rest up, teach. You’re exhausted.” Roman murmured, and Logan shook his head.

“I’ll be fine. I need to be up, in case something deeper is wrong with Virgil, in case something starts to go… go wrong, with Patton.” He replied. Roman pulled back, concern in his eyes.

“Do you know how long it’s been? You’ve been awake for nearly 48 hours. You’re not gonna be any help if you’re sleep deprived, and you know it.” Logan sighed, wiping his face and readjusting his glasses. Roman was right. He hadn’t realized it had been that long, time was passing oddly for him, what felt like a single minute turned out to be hours, and sometimes an hour was merely a second. Sometimes he blinked and nearly thirty minutes had passed, he knew it was a sign of sleep deprivation, of shock he himself was suffering from, and he could feel the strong urge to close his eyes growing.

“A few hours. Just a few hours. Wake me if anything, absolutely anything, happens, no matter how trivial. And how come you don’t need sleep?” He answered, grudgingly.

“Because I’ve been taking short, well placed naps, not pacing myself to exhaustion. Now get some sleep. If you need anything, you know where to find me.” Logan nodded, numb, the tears having eked the last sense of feeling he could muster out of him, and he pulled himself onto the couch, asleep barely a moment after his head hit the cushions, not realizing that Roman hadn’t agreed to his terms.

           Logan jolted awake out of a dead sleep, eyes wild and heart pounding, the tail end of a nightmare vanishing before he could recall what it had even been about. He looked at the clock with a furious glare, realizing what time it was. Nearly noon. He’d slept nearly 12 hours.

         He lurched up, off the couch, padding quietly down the hall to Patton’s room, forcing himself not to hesitate before he entered the doorway, terrified of what he’d find, what would be there.

         Virgil was still awake, sitting on the bed in the same position, Logan didn’t think he’d moved once. He walked over, tentatively reaching a hand out, placing it against Patton’s forehead. Instantly, his knees buckled with relief and he fell to the floor, lightness exploding through his chest, bursting inside him like fireworks, laughter bubbling up from somewhere inside him he’d very nearly lost. Virgil’s eyes widened, and Logan pulled himself together enough to formulate words.

         “The fever broke. The fever broke, Virg. That means he turned. He survived. He’s going… god, he’s going to be ok.” Virgil slumped back against the bedpost, running his hand through his hair with a long, shaky sigh, a smile breaking across his face.

         “Roman went to get food. Figured we all needed to eat, but none of us would make anything. He’ll be back soon, knew I’d watch him.” Virgil said, voice hoarse, almost gone. Logan nodded, turning a critical eye to Virgil.

         “As soon as he’s back I’m getting you taken care of. No complaints, no arguing, we are going to the living room, treating your wounds, and you are getting some sleep. Patton is going to be ok. If you leave, he won’t disappear.” Logan said, a bit softer on the last sentence, seeing his own fears echoed in Virgil’s face. Slowly, Virgil nodded, deflating slightly.

         “Ok. Sounds, sounds good, Lo.”

[robinrunsfiction]

Hi! ^.^ Maybe number 4 with Dallon, please?

Snowed In

Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: GeneralRequested By: @aprilpoisonWord Count: 1,700Author’s Note: I’ve never done one set in the Brobecks era before!

“Thanks again for waiting for me Dallon,” you said as you settled into the passenger seat.

“Of course! I know Ryan and the other guys wanted to catch some of the other acts in the festival, but as long as we’re there before we go on stage, I don’t mind,” he shrugged.

You watched the darkening clouds as you drove along. The Brobecks were playing a winter festival in Denver, which meant a long drive. Unfortunately for you, your day job wouldn’t give you the day before off, but Dallon offered to hang back and drive with you so you wouldn’t be stuck driving alone.

You chatted happily with your friend, talking about the latest music you’d heard, what you hoped was coming up for the band, and every other thing you could think of. Every time you offered to take over driving duties, Dallon insisted he could handle it. Eventually you started to feel your eyelids getting heavy, a week of work, band practices and life in general wearing you out, and eventually you were asleep, curled against the cool window.

Dallon glanced over and smiled to himself, you looked so cute when you were sleeping peacefully. He didn’t know how to explain to you that he would have waited until the end of the earth for you, that he’d rather ride with you in this car just to be around you for uninterrupted hours than to do almost anything else.

After a while, his joy of spending time with you turned to concern, as heavy, wet flakes of snow started to fall. Hearing Dallon’s grumbling woke you from your nap.

“What’s goin on? Oh my god that’s a lot of snow!”

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Dallon replied, leaning forward slightly in his seat to watch the road.

“You’re not very convincing,” you replied, nervousness twisting at your stomach. “Maybe we should pull over somewhere until the snow lets up.”

Dallon sighed. “Yea, I think I saw a sign for a town up ahead a couple miles, we can see if it’s going to let up soon, or maybe there’s a motel if we need to wait it out.”

Your heart skipped a little at those words. Going to a motel, with Dallon. Getting a room with Dallon. No, it wasn’t going to be like that. You were friends, bandmates! You couldn’t help your crush on him, he was after all one of the best looking men you had ever seen, not to mention kind, funny, clever and dorky as hell, but you knew you shouldn’t be getting your hopes up.

Soon the sign for a gas station could be seen through the falling snow. You both got out and went inside to find an older man behind the counter, watching a small TV.

“‘Scuse me, do you know if they’re saying the snow will be done soon?” Dallon asked.

The man laughed and turned the TV so you both could see. The meteorologist showed a gigantic swath of blue, indicating snow, moving through the area. “Should be cleared out by morning. Plows will come through when it’s done.”

You looked up at Dallon, stress written across his face. “Is there a hotel or something in town?”

“Yea, stay on the main road, drive about half a mile and it’s on the right side. Tell ‘em Barry sent ya and they’ll give you a good rate,” he smiled.

You both thanked Barry and went back out to the car. “So, do we crash here? Or keep going and potentially crash?” You asked.

“I think I’d rather play it safe. We don’t even have to be there until 4 PM tomorrow. We can call Ryan and let him know.”

You nodded in agreement and set back out through the sloppy snow to your destination. The roads were already turning slick and the car even slid a little as Dallon turned into the driveway of the Evergreen Motel.

You grabbed your bags and headed to the front desk. There was a older lady behind the desk doing a crossword puzzle when you walked in. “Well hello to the luckiest people in town!”

You and Dallon looked at each other, trying to see if the other knew what she meant.

“Why’s that?” You finally asked.

“Well I assume you’re looking for a room to get out of that storm that whipped up? And I happen to only have one left! Anyone who comes after you will have to keep going and the next town is 20 miles away!”

“Oh well, yea, we’ll take what you have!”

The lady grabbed the last key on the wall of hooks behind her and handed it over. “Room 152. Check out is at 11, but the snow should be done by 8 according to the weatherman.”

“And umm, Barry said you’d give us a good rate?”

The lady giggled at that. “Oh Barry is my husband! I’ll certainly give you a good discount if you stopped to see him.”

When you arrived at the room and flipped on the light, you were struck by how dated the decor was, but the room was still clean and well maintained. Then you realized the problem. There was only one bed.

“Oh. Umm, hey Dal,” you started as he walked in behind you.

“Oh,” he said as well when he saw the bed. “And she said this was the last room?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I mean it’s ok right? We’re friends,” he smiled.

“Yea, no, I just didn’t know if you’d be ok with it,” you said awkwardly.

“Yea, no problem,” he replied with a smile and you thought your knees might give out.

You went into the bathroom and brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas. When you came back out, you found Dallon had changed as well and settled in against the pillows.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what side of the bed you wanted,” he said, about to get up.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not picky you said sitting cross legged near the end of the bed. “What are you watching?”

“There’s nothing really on, just a bunch of weird old movies.”

“This whole town feels weird. Like a town out of time.”

Dallon hummed. “I like that, I’m gonna remember that.”

You shrugged in response as you watched the old movie play on the tv, oblivious to the fact that Dallon was paying much more attention to you than to what was on the screen.

As the credits rolled, you stretched and crawled up to the top of the bed and climbed in next to Dallon. The room was a little cold, so finally getting under the blankets felt nice. You both turned out your lights and lay in the dark silence of the room.

“So, umm, goodnight,” he said quietly.

“‘Night,” you replied, staring up at the ceiling, trying to ignore how badly you wanted to cuddle against him.

You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep until you felt a hand on your arm. “(YN), are you ok?”

“Hmm?” You replied sleepily.

“You’re shivering, are you cold?” Dallon asked concerned.

You realized then be was right, you were freezing. “Yea, I’m cold,” you said, pulling the blankets around you further.

“Come here,” he mumbled, as he pulled you against him, his body so much warmer than yours. He wrapped his arm across your middle, his breath soft against the back of your neck.

“Thanks,” you whispered, not sure what else to say.

“Mmhmm,” he replied sleepily.

The next morning Dallon woke up to the sound of slow plows on the road. When he opened his eyes, he realized that you were in fact still in his arms, sleeping peacefully. He knew in that moment that this couldn’t be the last time this happened. He didn’t want to go back to pining for you, longing for you to finally notice that he was crazy about you.

You started to wake and at first you didn’t remember where you were. Then it dawned on you. The motel room. Dallon. His arm was still around you, holding you tight against him and you didn’t want to move, in case it never happened again.

“(YN)?” Dallon said softly. You closed your eyes tight, wishing the moment wasn’t about to end.

“Yea?” You asked rolling over to look at him.

“I’m glad we got stuck here,” he said. 

“Me too,” you whispered.

Dallon looked surprised at your response. “Really?”

“You’re my favorite person,” you admitted, and put your hand on his.

Dallon held his breath as he looked at your hands together before he turned his over and intertwined his fingers with yours. When he looked up, you were smiling softly.

“I’d weather any storm with you,” he said barely above a whisper and your heart felt like it could leap from your chest. You looked up at him and his blue eyes were full of worry. “I think I’m in love with you, (YN).”

“Dal,” you started.

“I’m sorry if I just wrecked everything-”

“You didn’t,” you cut him off. “Because I think I feel the same way.”

“Do you mean it?” He asked, wide eyed.

“Yea Dallon, I really mean it,” you beamed back at him.

Before you could realize what was happening, Dallon was leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. He dropped your hand to caress your cheek and you ran your hand through his hair. When you came up for air, he was looking back at you like he didn’t believe what had just happened and then you both burst out laughing.

“I think this weird old town might be my favorite place on earth,” you laughed.

“Me too,” he grinned, before leaning back in and kissing you again.

After checking out, you stopped for donuts and coffee and continued the rest of the journey to Denver.

“About time you guys got here!” Ryan exclaimed when you arrived. “We were starting to worry you guys ran off together and left us here to play without you!”.

“Well, funny you should say that,” Dallon started with a smirk as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you grinned up at him.

[ravenbrenna09]

Distracting

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22063480

Summary: Amber recruits Robbe to distract Sander.

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I don’t know why my mind is telling me that I want to write a shit-ton of WTFock fanfictions, but here I am, writing and posting another WTFock fanfiction. I literally don’t know what this is. This fic was born because I was writing an angsty Sander POV from the fic that I had talked about at the beginning of “Wildfire” and felt the need to write some fluff to counterbalance it all.

So here this fic is. Enjoy!

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“Robbe!” Amber came rushing out of nowhere, grabbing ahold of Robbe’s shoulder. There was a serious look in the girl’s eye as she stared at Robbe. Despite the fact that Aaron, her boyfriend of almost a week, was in the group with the remainder of the boys, her gaze remained focused steadily on Robbe, who blinked confused underneath her gaze. “I need you to distract Sander.”

Robbe blinked. “Uh, why?”

If it had been a week ago, Robbe might’ve been confused about why Amber would be the person to ask about distracting his boyfriend. But, when Robbe had met Sander’s mother, he had ended up spending the night in Sander’s basement bedroom (“how cliché of you,” Robbe had teased once Sander had shown him the room in question) and Amber had been sitting at the dinner table with Sander’s mother when Sander managed to drag (or, maybe, carry) him out of bed for breakfast the following morning. They were cousins, practically best friends for family gatherings when they were small, and after learning this fact, Robbe realized how much it made sense.

How Sander had pushed Amber out of the kitchen at the beach house and why Amber had let him. How happy Amber had looked while the girls were apologizing for trying to kiss him at a party. How familiar with each other Sander and Amber always seemed to be. Why Amber had been at Sander and Noor’s school’s gathering when the boys had been invited by Noor and the two girls weren’t really that close, to begin with.

At that moment, it had all made sense.

“Because,” Amber spoke, avoiding the question.

Robbe raised an eyebrow. “Because?”

“You do realize he’s guarding the stairs, right?” Amber questioned, gesturing towards the boy. Robbe glanced towards his boyfriend. Sure enough, Sander was leaning against the wall. The boy’s platinum-blond hair blended in with the white wall behind him, but his black skinny jeans and David Bowie shirt that Noor had gotten him had made him stood out. To his right was Senne, joking with him despite the fact that they only met once and Robbe was dragging him out of the kitchen by the lapel of his leather jacket.

Robbe raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. “And, why would he be guarding the stairs?”

“I don’t know,” Amber admitted, sounding like she knew exactly why Sander was guarding the stairs. Robbe had a feeling that he knew too, but he didn’t want to say anything. “Someone’s decided to have sex in the downstairs bathroom. Now, he won’t let me in the one upstairs.”

“Ok,” Robbe spoke up, taking a sip of his beer. “What do I get if I distract him?”

Amber furrowed her eyebrows. “Laid?”

“I’m most likely already getting laid tonight.” Somewhere behind him, Jens let out a bark of a laugh and Robbe was certain that someone spat out their drink. He thought his friends found it funny because Amber shuddered and gave him a look like he had given too much information. “Amber, why are you giving me that look for? You literally just suggested it!”

“I know,” Amber replied. “I’m sorry it’s still weird. I’m still getting used to it.”

“Either way, I’m going to need something else,” Robbe continued.

“Can we discuss the terms later? Like at school or something?” Amber questioned. She crossed his arm over her chest and a serious, nervous look crossed her face. Robbe took a final sip of his beer before offering it to Jens, who took it without question. Moyo was wiping the remains of his spat-out beer off his chin with his sleeve and Noor, who was tucked into his side, was silently giggling as she helped him. Aaron just stood off to the side, glancing between Amber and Robbe confused. “Please?” Amber pleaded.

“Alright,” Robbe remarked, standing up. “Once I get him to the backyard, you can make your run for it.”

“Thank you!” Amber whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You owe me,” Robbe replied, pointing at her.

Amber grinned at him, nodding her head.

As Robbe approached Sander and Senne, his platinum-haired boyfriend glanced up at the sight of him and saw the ghost of the smile on his face. His cheeks were flushed from laughter, but Robbe could tell the anxiety that was darting behind his eyes. Now that their relationship was literally an open book, Robbe could tell that Sander was overwhelmed. Yet, his protectiveness of his cousin had rooted him to one of the busiest places in the party, save the dance floor.

“Mind if I borrow him?” Robbe questioned Senne.

His former flatmate held up his hands as he moved away with a beer in his hands. “He’s all yours,” Senne supplied, moving away from Sander. Robbe glanced over his shoulder, spotting Senne making a beeline for Robbe’s abandoned friends (and Amber, who greeted Senne with a hug), who all were watching the two of them with amused eyes.

Sander laughed, glancing at his friends. “Why are your friends staring?”

“I don’t know,” Robbe replied, staring up at him. With their minuscule height difference, Sander stared down at him. His raised eyebrow told him that he didn’t believe a word that Robbe had said and the brunet simply smiled up at his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Sander’s neck. “I just missed you and they’re just jealous that I get to have you.”

Sander snorted, his nose scrunching up and Robbe pulled him down to kiss him. Sander’s lips were warm and heavenly, pushing against Robbe’s lips as his tongue darted out to brush in his mouth. One of Sander’s hands went to the nape of his neck, digging into the strands of his hair, and the other one landed on his hipbone, his thumb slipping beneath the hem of his shirt. Robbe gripped at Sander’s forearm and his hair, pulling on the strands of his hair hard enough to elicit a groan from Sander’s throat.

“Baby,” Sander purred, barely pulling away from him. Robbe grinned. “Stop or I’m not going to be able to control myself.”

“Maybe that’s the point,” Robbe whispered.

“Is it?” Sander teased.

“Mhmm,” Robbe replied, opening his eyes to stare up at him. “You look really overwhelmed.” Robbe kissed him again, dragging his hands through his hair. “Do you want to get out of here?” he pleaded, grabbing at Sander’s hair again and angling his body against him to try and convince him. “Didn’t your mom say that she was going out?”

“No, she said she was staying home,” Sander mumbled. “And, your mom’s at home too.”

Robbe groaned into his mouth, running one hand down his chest, toying with the strings of his jacket that he still had on. “Come,” Robbe mumbled, grabbing a fistful of Sander’s jacket and tugging on it. Robbe walked backward and Sander went with him, forgetting his self-imposed post as he chased after his boyfriend’s lips with a slight grin on his face. Robbe dragged their lips back together, angling their bodies so their hips brushed together, as the smaller boy led him to the backyard.

“Robbe,” Sander whispered as Robbe opened Jana’s backdoor without looking. It was far too cold for anyone else to be outside now even for a smoke. Once Sander pulled his mouth of reach, Robbe ducked to press kisses along the length of his neck. Sander’s hand gripped his hair a little tighter. “It’s too cold for us to be out here. You especially since you aren’t wearing a jacket.”

Robbe grinned at him, pushing him against the wall. There was a small section of the porch where the icy cold wind wasn’t whipping around. Robbe settled between his boyfriend’s legs, wrapping his arms around the older boy’s torso between the fabric of his t-shirt and the outer padding of his jacket. Robbe tilted his head to look up at him, “Then, keep me warm.”

Sander let out a sigh, a small, amused smile growing on his face. Then, Sander leaned down to press a kiss against Robbe’s lips. The kiss was heated and tantalizing, warming Robbe up to his core. The younger boy leaned into his kiss, into his boyfriend’s embrace, and opened his mouth to his tongue before Sander even asked. Robbe dragged his hand up Sander’s back, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt and returning his hand to Sander’s hair.

As Sander separated from his lips and started to kiss bruises into the flesh of Robbe’s neck, the brunet spotted Amber walking past the hallway, dragging a confused Aaron in her wake. Amber flashed him a smile before she was gone, up the stairs with Aaron in tow.

Robbe dug his fingernails into the flesh of Sander’s neck as his tongue trailed beneath his ear, arching against him as he blocked his friends out of his head. Sander’s hands were on his hips, flipping and pressing him into the corner of the porch and kissing him, harder, faster. Robbe felt his eyes roll in the back of his head and he kissed him hard in return, gripped at the strands of his hair. Sander let out a moan, letting his hands roam freely now that they were away from the main drum of the party and out of the path of any windows.

Then, as Sander’s hands inched towards Robbe’s belt and elicited a whine from the smaller boy, the older one stilled, pulling away from Robbe to stare accusingly at him. “You didn’t…”

“What?” Robbe spoke, half-breathless. Sander removed his hands from Robbe’s body, pressing them against the wood of the siding and backing away. He was teasing, Robbe knew he was, but the smaller boy was increasingly desperate for his boyfriend now. Robbe wrapped a leg around Sander’s waist, locking him in place against Robbe, as his boyfriend tried to get away from him. “Sander,” Robbe whined, gripping tightly on his jacket and chasing his lips. Sander leaned backward and Robbe huffed. “Come on.”

When Sander didn’t move, Robbe unhooked his leg and snatched the belt loops of Sander’s jeans, pulling him against him. “That’s quite cruel of her.”

“Of who?” Robbe questioned, playing dumb. Sander was close enough that Robbe dove for his neck. The artist kept his hands flat against the siding and avoiding reciprocating his touch. The smaller boy knew that Sander was trying to tease him, try to get him to admit his involvement, but Robbe wasn’t ready to let him go yet or stop talking.

Robbe kissed along his neck, kissing his Adam’s apple, before moving up the other side of his neck. Sander let out a throaty groan as Robbe pulled their hips together. “Using you against me,” Sander mumbled, a little breathless once Robbe pressed an open mouth kiss to the sensitive spot behind Sander’s right ear. “Amber knew that I would follow you anywhere.”

“I don’t want to talk about Amber,” Robbe mumbled. He moved to kiss Sander, to press his lips against his own, but the blond backed up, a joyful teasing expression in his eye. Frustrated, Robbe whined, leaning towards Sander. “Sander, I have a mouth, you have a mouth, and you’re my boyfriend. Let me kiss you,” he begged, biting his lip.

“I don’t want your mouth right now,” Sander teased. A smug smirk was painted over his face and Robbe hated what that look did to him. There were times when annoyed the hell out of him, but there were also times where it only encouraged Robbe further. To twist that smug smirk into a euphoric look. This time was one of the latter.

Robbe smiled, a mischevious look on his eyes. “Okay, what would you like my mouth to do instead?”

Sander’s eyebrows shot up. “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” Robbe whispered, his fingers undoing Sander’s belt and tugging him closer, out of the sight of the doorway should someone glance out. “I asked you, remember?” Sander leaned towards Robbe and the brunet grinned. “So, what would you like me to do?”

Sander gave him a look.

Robbe chuckled, sliding to his knees.

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Note: I’m developing a problem.

[cyberdva]

Drummer Boy Part 10 Roger Taylor X Reader (John X Reader)

(Originally From My Wattpad 📓 @panicathetrash15 ) A/N: This took me a month to draft and 9 hours to write... enjoy 

Word Count: 2k Paring: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader Warnings: Mentions Of Alcohol, Cursing, and Cheating {Angst}

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Y/N POV

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The thunder crashed loudly, as the power flickered on and off, another crash was heard from upstairs. Brian, John, and I tried to get any information from Freddie. We all stumbled up from where we were positioned before. I’m scared, I don’t know what is going on, is Tammy ok?

“Freddie what happened?” We began to scale the stairs, our mouths spat our bundles of questions. We couldn’t all fit up the stair and we uncomfortably slammed next to each.

“Tammy fell and hit her head on the corner of the table.” his expression was mortifying, it was a mix of shock and utter normality. This news wasn’t exactly awe-inspiring, Tammy was a very clumsy person, she has had her fair share of falls. Nothing like this though. We made it to the top floor and started looking around.

“Which room is she in?” I was jogging down the hallway frantically looking through rooms.

“The second guest room at the end of the hallway.” Freddie ran in front of me and almost tripped over a beer bottle. Is it Roger’s? Speaking of Roger, where is he? Shouldn’t he be concerned about his “girlfriend”? Are they actually dating? It’s kind of pathetic that Tammy acts so tough when I even make eye contact with Roger, which happens very rarely at this point. I feel like we hate each other and it’s going to stay that way for awhile.

“I found her!” Deaky had made it to the room with Freddie, “Come on Y/N.” Brian was tugging my arm, I reluctantly followed him. Another crash of lightning came bounding down from the sky, it was the loudest one yet. I jumped from the sound and entered the room. My eyes scanned the room, until they stopped on Tammy’s limp body, with what could only be blood seeping through her hair.

“What the hell happened?” I rushed to her side quickly. How? That’s all I have to say. “Did she drink?” I sighed, each day gets worse and worse.

“Not that I know. I’m pretty sure she fell.” Freddie came walking through the door.

“Well what are you doing? Call an ambulance.” We scurried around looking for a phone we could call someone on. I gave up and basically threw myself onto the floor, I’m too overwhelmed at this point. John came down to sit down with me, I must have looked so flustered, god it’s so embarrassing. I started to talk to him about tiny things and music became a swift topic.

I sighed, “We were supposed to practice tomorrow.” I trailed off with more of my relevant problems and John just nodded along.

“Of course everything revolves around you Y/N. If you haven’t noticed by now your friend is dying on the floor bleeding and what are you doing about it?” Roger stood in the doorway.

“Well what are you doing about Roger?” I sneered back.

“As much as I love drama, we have a conundrum, I don’t know how we didn’t notice this, we can’t call the police the phone is out.” Freddie pushed Roger out of the door.

“What?”

“The power is out and we can’t call anyone.” My grip on Tammy’s hair became tighter.

“John could you please get your car ready?” he gave me a small nod and flashed me that adorable smile. He dashed out the half closed door and Roger left. Good.

“Does anyone know where Cynthia is, she went to nursing school at one point. Maybe she can help?”

Everyone shook their heads no, god dammit. Everything is going wrong. Should I look for bandages, I might as well. I picked up Tammy and slid her back onto the floor. I could’ve sworn I saw her eyes open, weird. I heard a commotion coming from outside, walking over to the window I gazed outside. The streets were already starting to flood and it didn’t seem like the downpour was stopping anytime soon, I went back to Tammy and it seems her arm was now lying on the floor. That’s not how I left her, is it wrong that I feel skeptical. I pulled a stray hair away from her face, a sheet was nicely folded onto of the bed next to us, so I grabbed it and laid it over Tam. The bleeding looked the same as it did before. It stopped that quickly? Another glace out the window led me to see a frantic Freddie yelling at the sky. I could vaguely hear him screaming. Something about “the rain being a load of bollocks.” Genius Fred, like that will magically stop the rain.

Fred was completely soaked, when I turned around I was greeted by no one, I guess Brian left. Might as well check the bathroom. I sighed, before I made it to the bathroom John came tumbling back into the room. He was out of breath panting.

“Y/N, the car is useless, it’s about to flood”

“Yeah I saw. By the way do you have any first aid kits or supplies. If we find Cynthia or Crystal they can fix Tammy up.” John thought for a moment before he could restiger what I said. I was about to wave a hand in front of his face, he definitely zoned out. The conversation became gradually awkward.

“Oh, um, there’s some stuff in the cabinets and I last saw Cynthia going into the downstairs bathroom with Brian when I ran upstairs, do you want me to get him?” he scratched the back of neck and glanced at his feet.

“Yeah! That would be great!” He nodded, gave me a look of uncertainty and another lightning bolt came down from the sky and lit up the small room. Tammy twitched? She hates thunder and lighting, did she really pass out? John looked at her body and just left.What is up with everyone today?

The bathroom was my last resort, it was painted a nice shade of lime green the floor and shower tiles were pink to complement the green. Inside a woven basket was a white box with a red plus sign on it, finally. I peeked inside and it had everything I could use to help Tammy.

I carefully pulled out a needle from the box, my hand guided itself through her hair. The red substance was chunky, nothing like blood should be. Flakes of white were laced in the red blood. It was like cornstarch, pulling more threads of hair I could see no cute, no bruises, nothing that could have caused this much blood. I tried to think this through, anything that I could think of to proceed in this situation. Nothing came to mind. I layed the body down, I went to go seek out John. Why would Tammy lie about something so serious, she scared all of us. Was Freddie in on this, he was with her before the incident. My head hurt too much to comprehend it. My legs cracked and I groaned, my feet padded softly as I went to go find someone, anyone that could help me through what I’m seeing.

Half way down that same hallway the door to that “second guest bedroom at the end of the hallway” slammed shut. I jumped and the storm grew louder. I contemplated going downstairs or going back to the room. I went back and it was probably the worst decision I made. I cracked the door open and what I saw was mortifying. John was positioned in the small bed with a conscience Tammy making out. I slammed the door back shut and ran down the hallway. My breaths were inconsistent, before I knew it I collided head first with Roger. My head spun and a ringing sound flooding my ears. Beer was spilt all over me, my clothes were drenched in the sticky substance.

“Are you bloody serious?!” He was holding some sort beverage and it spilt all over us. I was too concerned with my own thoughts to even give a damn about Roger’s drink. I started jogging down the hallway while Roger spat out a string of curses. My first instinct was to sought out Brian since he was the one that made me think I had a chance with John. Turns out Roger was following me and still was bent out of shape.

“Am I not even going to get an apology?!” he whipped me right round, he was partially fuming. “Go check on your “girlfriend,” I spoke in a condescending tone he didn’t like. “She’s busy snogging John down the hall.” He shot me a look and rolled his eyes. “Very funny Y/N, I get we hate each other, but don’t bring Tammy into this.”

“I’m serious Roger go look.” he looked at me and glanced at the door. As if I was lying or something. Something clicked in his tiny brain and he headed towards the door. His face contorted into a mixture of a scowl or a frown when he heard what was going on. Just the petty conversations between John and Tammy. He pushed the door open and peaked his head in, then closed it with a bang. He looked betrayed, he’s probably going to take it out on me, right? He strutted back to me, and looked like he was going to cry.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” As he rants I leaned against a wall, listening attentively. He went into how Tammy and him could’ve been his dream idea of a couple., a ‘power couple’ per say. I honestly can’t agree, but I kept my opinions to myself for my own benefit.

“I put time into dating a girl, and I rarely commit, only if I really like the girl. This time was different she used me to get to John. Is this something that you and your friends do. Make people upset and thrive off of it. Just to make me feel like this” Is he tearing up? Tammy can do some serious damage….

“Woah Rog, I think you’re cutting to conclusions here.” I put my hands up to signal defense, he really likes to start fights.

“Don’t call me Rog.” he huffed. “I’m struggling here. You should be listening.” he proceeded to cross his arms and I laughed while he shot me a glare.

“I can tell.” I patted his head, before I could hear his wrath I slipped my way downstairs and into the kitchen in look for some food. I raided some cabinets, not looking to take anything major. All I could muster up to read was a granola bar. I did find a large grandfather clock that was quite interesting. It was adorned in many engravings of leaves and flowers. Some of the pieces were painted in a lighter brown and it made it seem like the sun was shining on it. Stunning.

The clock read 6:56, today was pretty eventful, honestly not in a good way. I still can’t wrap my head around why John did that. I thought we had a thing going, I thought we loved each other. I mean I’m just a guitarist, who wants to date a guitarist? People find more interest in the drummer or the singer. What if the drummer is an inconsiderate asshole and the singer leaves at any waking moment, only to show up at the worse times.

Maybe a nap will help me balance my mind. A fire had been put in the fireplace, John’s living room was cozy, a perfect place to rest for the meantime. The sound of rain and fire cracking let me peacefully drift off to sleep, I dreamt that life was good, that Roger wasn’t mean, that John loved me, that my band was successful. I dreamt that I was loved for once.  If I knew what I had to face when I woke up, I would’ve just walked back home in the pouring rain.

[larryfanfiction]

Star_Henderson @tommosgun

💚 We are timeless (WIP!) (64k)

“These are the ones I was telling you about.” Niall leant into Harry’s ear. “Write all their own stuff. Lead singer is a natural.”

Harry nodded, tilting his head to listen to the sweet rasp of the singer’s voice. The song started off soft and lilting, giving Harry shivers, the back of his neck prickling as the song picked up tempo. He loved it, bopping his head and tapping his foot. Niall nudged him, smiling and Harry gave him the thumbs up. Harry watched them, he couldn't quite see the singer because of a spotlight in his way, but as he moved a step, the light hit his face and Harry blinked. He gripped the chair arms and leaned forward. Was it him? Was it? His hair was longer, his face no longer soft and boyish, instead angular with heavyish scruff, but the eyes, that mouth, were still the same. A rush of adrenaline flooded his body, heat creeping up his spine. It had been over four and a half years since he’d last seen him. He slumped back into his chair. He’d never given up hope of finding Tommy. Never. Or

Louis and Harry meet as teenagers and have a sweet encounter in Ibiza. Years later they meet up again...

💚 Can I just be the same?  (17k)

“Are you skint?” Louis studied his face. “I can give you the bloody bus fare home, Harry. You don't have to walk.” His voice was soft. Caring.

Harry stopped, his body tingling. Fuck. He shouldn’t have crossed the road. Keep walking. Always keep walking.

“I’m not skint, but thanks for the offer. There’s not many kind people like you around. You’re lovely, you know that?” Harry reached his hand out tentatively, cupping Louis’ elbow and squeezing. “Thank you.” His voice hitched a little.

He’d roamed the country for centuries, coming in and out of people’s lives, never able to forge bonds. Or, if he did, breaking them and suffering the pain of lost love. That was his life forever. Stuck in this limbo with not one other person in the whole world who cared about him. So the kindness of a stranger really hit home, and this stranger with the bluest eyes and brightest smile was making Harry feel alive again. Reminding him of what he was missing

OR Harry is a two hundred year old Vampire with no one in the whole world and Louis is the kind hearted stranger who comes into Harry's life bringing something that Harry had missed. Love. But Harry is forever running, can Louis be the one to change all that?

💚 King of wishful thinking (38k)

“Don't umm don't get on the bus, come inside.” Louis blurted the words out, speaking quickly.

Harry looked startled.

“Just. Look I don't know if I want..” Louis scrubbed his face with his hand. “I'll pay for your time. Just come in.”

Harry stepped away from the bus stop and the bus sailed straight past.

“What's umm what do you guys make these days?”

Harry shuffled his feet. “Depends. Like two hundred an hour.”

Louis hummed. “Reasonable.” He gestured towards the hotel. “Come up for a drink or some room service or something.”

Harry scraped the toe of his already scuffed boots on the floor. “You don't have to do this, I feel like… like you're a nice person who feels bad but it's fine. I get it. You don't have to make it up to me.”

Louis stared at Harry. It'd been so long since he'd even spoken to a guy let alone hung out with one. He'd enjoyed the banter and the flirting.

“Come up.” Louis’ voice was soft.

Harry’s face bloomed into a smile. “Ok.”

💚 Day 25: Are you mine?  (4k)

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways So in case I'm mistaken I just wanna hear you say you got me baby Are you mine? Louis hands over the reins to Harry to organise a night away from the kids. Harry wants to watch Louis in action. Watch him dance, flirt, attract other men. But it's Harry who gets to take him home at the end of the night.

💚 Rise up like the sun (41k)

“I wasn't taking a sneaky pic.” Louis blurted out, the guy stood at one of the urinals taking a piss. “You were.” The guy answered coolly. “I would've taken a pic with you if you'd just asked.” “No I didn't want a pic with you.” The guy turned his head, quirking his eyebrow sardonically. “No you're far too cool for that, you just wanted to violate my privacy.” Louis squeezed his eyes shut. “I'm sorry. Look..” He walked towards the guy flicking his phone out. “Hey.” The guy hunched over, hiding his junk. “Oh no no, I wasn't gonna take a pic. Fuck.” Louis threw his hands up, stopping in his tracks. “Look I'm going to show you I'm deleting it.” Louis turned his phone and the pic disappeared. “You looked familiar, I was going to send it to my friend and ask who you were, I'm sorry, dick move.” Louis sighed, smiling apologetically. The guy zipped and walked to the basin. “So you invade my privacy then insult my level of fame by pretending to not know who I am.” The guy was turned away from Louis. “Look I'm...shit.” Louis inhaled noisily. The guy turned, a grin spread over his face. “I'm fucking with you.”

💚 Sail away with me  (47k)

“It’s inhumane putting four blokes in one cabin.” Louis stripped off and climbed up into his top bunk. “And why did we get the smelliest twat on the whole ship and bore of the century?”

Harry shrugged. “We clearly pissed someone off along the way.”

Louis snorted softly. “Who do I have to bend over for to get us an upgrade?”

Harry barked out a laugh. “If only it were that simple.” He rolled his eyes wistfully at Louis.

“The only way I’m going to get a two berth is to throw Payno overboard and be next in line for the deputy cruise director's job.” Louis leaned up on one elbow to look over at Harry. “Would you help me weigh his body down so I don’t go to jail?”

“Only If I can share your cabin.” Harry shuffled about, tucking the duvet between his legs, sweeping his hair up into a bun and securing it in a band. “I’m not being an accessory to murder and then still having to share with them two, no fucking way.”

Or

Louis and Harry are part of the entertainment team on board a luxury cruise liner. They hate sharing their four berth cabin with two other guys and would do anything to get a cabin of their own. One drunken night the solution was simple. They'd just get married...

💚 Looking down from the clouds (18k)

“He's funny and cute and hot and he's not like the other young VIP’s that we get, he's like…” Louis wafted his hand. “Kind and he seems genuine and he has these legs that go right up to his bum.” Anna sat watching Louis with her usual bemused smile. They had this conversation at least once a week. “So what are you going to do about it?” Anna asked for the hundredth time. Louis groaned loudly. “Nothing, as per usual. Just come and have a meltdown to you.” Anna pushed her chair back, filling both their cups from the coffee pot, handing Louis his and leaning in his desk. “What's the worst that can happen? He can only say no if you ask him out.” “Go-ddd you make it sound so simple. Excuse me, Mr wonderful, I'm crazy about you and can't stop talking about you, you're perfect to me so how about slumming it down to South Beach for a big dirty delicious empanada? No? You like napkins and real food with beautiful interesting people? Oh ok, yes of course you do.” Louis banged his head against the wall. Anna despaired of him. “Try,” she pushed. Or Louis is security officer at Miami airport and regularly has to escort Harry through. Will they ever go on that date?

💚 Soul wiped clean  (91k)

The door to Harry's left opened and in walked a man, slight frame but managing to fill the room with his presence. Harry stood up and turned towards him.

“Boss.” The man nodded at Paul, his eyes whipping over to Harry. Harry’s lungs somehow lost every ounce of breath, like a suckerpunch to the gut, winded. The hairs on Harry's neck pricked with what he thought was fear. He held the back of the chair to steady himself, trying not to stagger, eventually remembering to breathe. Paul cleared his throat. “Tommo, this is Harry, the journo who is joining us. Harry, this is Louis Tomlinson.”

Can Louis, an ex convict with secrets and lies, keep hold of them when he has to share three weeks with a journalist. And does he want to?

💚 The light to guide me home  (65k)

He was mesmerised by the guy on the bar. Laughing and singing along to the song, grinding and thrusting in time to the music, shaking his cocktail shaker.

“Relax, don’t do it when you wanna come . Relax, don’t do it, when you wanna suck do it, relax don’t do it, when you wanna come..”

Harry’s throat felt constricted, rooted to the spot.

“When you wanna come…”

He came to his senses and edged through the crowd, not taking his eyes from the guy, gyrating and tossing his shaker. He flipped it down to a girl behind the bar and concentrated on his moves, grabbing his crotch, throwing his head back, tongue out.

Harry could feel himself getting hard in his pants. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The guy was standing on the same spot but stamping his feet, arms aloft, rolling his hips suggestively. He brought his head forward to the crowd and locked eyes with Harry. His jaw fell open, mouth slack, pupils blown.

Or the one where Harry and his friends hit Vegas for post Uni blow out, he meets a bar owner called Louis who rocks his world. Pure lust overtakes them both but it's more, it's just so much more than that..

💚 Can I lay by your side?  (59k)

"Harry, tell me what you are going to do when you leave here."

“I’m going to drive to a hotel, drink some of that vodka, enough to give me dutch courage." Harry looks down at his feet, colour blooming in his cheeks. “I’m going to find a bar, find a man who wants to sleep with me, find some weed and lose myself for a few days.”

“Look, do you even know your way around Manchester, do you know anyone here?”

He shakes his head.

“So you are just going to pick up a random man and sleep with him?” Louis huffs out incredulously.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

Or

Fate brings Louis to Harry. Alone, Harry's buying vodka in Louis' local shop. He takes him home, this beautiful stranger, giving him his undivided attention and the weekend of his life. Together they tick off Harry's 'to do' list and fall in love at the same time. Harry has secrets and despairingly, on Monday morning, he has to go back to his old life. Louis and Harry meet up six months later by accident in quite different circumstances.

💚 If this feeling flows both ways.  (72k)

'You're a massive flirt Tommo, you were practically shagging on skype.' Zayn punches me playfully in the arm.

'Did you fucking see him? My god he is so my type. Thank god I chose that agency, he's hot, it will be great fun, can't wait.' I squint my eyes at him.

'You're actually doing this then yeah?'

'Yeah I am Zayn, I have been dreading turning up at that wedding alone. I can stop worrying now and just enjoy it. He seems cool, think we will hit it off and if he's used to this kind of thing then I'm sure he will be a true professional and ace his role.'

'Mmmh, I just worry Lou that all. Me and Liam, we just want you to be happy.'

'I know love, I know and I'm sure Prince Charming is just around the corner.' I eye roll at him. 'But until then, I'll act it out with a hot dude.' ~ Or the one where Louis hires an escort to go as his boyfriend to Lottie's wedding and to affirm his sexuality at several work engagements. Louis is very rich and very successful, Harry is an escort, hired to attend to your every need. From the Sony winter ball in Vegas to the Grammys. From Malibu to Miami, the Bahamas to London, follow the journey of Louis the songwriter and Harry the male escort.

💚 We will find a way (54k)

Shag, Marry, throw over a cliff...

'Ok, Kate Upton, Emma Watson, Nicole Scherzinger?'

'Aww shit, ummm Ohhh this is hard Haz, umm ahhhh shag Emma, marry Nicole, chuck Kate over a cliff.'

'You'd chuck KATE UPTON over a cliff, whats the matter with you?'

'I know I know but that was impossible.'

'Hmmmm, ok come on hit me with my 3.'

'Ok ok I'm thinking ummm gay men gay men ermmmmmm.'

'Louis..'

'Mmm?'

'They don't have to be gay, you can hit me up with straight men too, I have an imagination.'

Cheeky grin.

'Ok Becks, ummmm Chris Hemsworth and ermmmmm me.'

'Ok well this is easy, I'd shag Hemsworth, marry Becks and you'd be head first over that fucking cliff.'

Or alternatively... Harry Styles, fresh out of Uni, his first job is assistant tour manager to 17 Black, join them on their tour of European Summer music festivals. Temptation takes over and Harry and Louis become a thing, but can Louis handle this thing? He's not even into guys so why is he in Harry's bed?

Some angst, lots of fluff and sex and music.

[freefallingforfanfiction]

See You Again

Note: I took up the challenge to write this based off of this post i saw the other day. I got the idea as soon as i read it and knew i wanted to hurt ya’ll feelings. So here you go, i hope you enjoy my version of the squad finding out about Tonks’s death. 

Warnings: Character death(s), mentions of war, general sad feeling

Hogwarts Grounds, 1988

When they were kids, Tonks would have been playing in a tree, above MC, who would have been reading an Ancient Runes book.

“MC look at this!” Tonks would call. MC would look up and see her pink haired friend hanging upside down from a branch, swing back and forth.

MC would laugh, “Tonks, get down from there before you hurt yourself, you monkey!”

Tonks, using MC words to her advantage, would use her powers to give herself some monkey characteristics.

MC would snort, then double over in laughter as Tonks began to make loud, obnoxious monkey noises.

“Merlin’s beard, Tonks, cut it out before you fall!” MC would say between breaths of laughter.

“Oh please, MC, I’m not dense enough to-” and just like that, the branch Tonks’s legs hand been tossed over promptly snapped, sending the metamorphmagus to the ground, head first.

“Tonks!” MC would cry, taking large steps over to the now limp body of her friend.

“Tonks are you ok?” MC would ask, putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder and gently shaking her.

MC would get no response.

“Tonks?”

MC grabs her friends shoulder and rolls her onto her back, a gasp leaves her lips, her friend isn’t breathing, and her eyes are gently shut.

“Tonks, no,” MC would bite back tears. “Tonks I’m so so-”

“RAGGGGG!!” Tonks would jump up and yell, scaring MC and causing the young witch/wizard to scurry backwards, causing Tonks to erupt into loud laughter.

“Omg, MC, you should have seen your face! Priceless!” Tonks had slapped her knee, doubling over.

MC’s face had gone beat red. “That wasn’t funny Tonks!”

“What are you talking about that was hilarious-” Tonks looks up from her laughter, her face dropping slightly as she took in MCs features. Large, hot tears trekked their way down MC’s red face, their bottom lip trembling.

“MC what-”

“That wasn’t funny Tonks, your one of my best friends. I thought you died.”

Tonks had immediately felt bad. She got up from her spot on the ground and walked over to MC and wrapped her arms around them, her bubblegum hair had turned a pastel shade of blue.

“I’m sorry I scared you MC, I wasn’t thinking. I wont ever do that again, or die on you,” Tonks joked slightly, earning a smile from MC.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise,” Tonks smiled as the two friends interlocked pinkies.

Battle of Hogwarts, 1998

MC wasn’t in the Order of the Phoenix, simply because no one could locate he/she or Jacob when the Dark Lord was resurrected

They had become famous world class curse breakers, sightings of the siblings were far and few between

MC arrived at the castle once he/she received a distress signal from Rowen, who was currently employed as the schools Astrology teacher

It was something the two had come up with, just before MC and Jacob left on what was supposed to be a lengthy curse breaking job, in case there was a dire situation

MC and Jacob arrived just in the nick of time to be sealed inside the school with the others, they hadn’t seen Tonks before the battle started

It was only after the first portion of the battle that MC and Rowan found her, as they walked through the crumbled walls of the Great Hall

Rowan was crying over her fallen students, laying lifeless on the floor, their once wide and bright eyes now staring lifeless at the empty ceiling of the Great Hall

MC their self was solemn as they walked side by side Rowan and Jacob, grieving for the innocence lives that were lost, their eyes sweeping over the deceased

That’s when MC saw her

It was the pink hair that caught MC’s attention first; it was the only color amongst the rubble of the castle

She was laying limply on the floor, staring off to the side, at her husband, their hands seemingly reaching for one another

“Rowan,” MC choked out, snatching the hand of their limping companion.

“What is it MC?” Rowan sniffed, whipping her nose on the sleeve of her robes

“Tonks” MC whispered, “Why is she doing that?”

Roan’s hand covered her mouth, stifling a loud sob

“She promised,” MC would choke out. “She promised she wouldn’t pull this joke again, I told her it wasn’t funny!” MC cried, their hand dropping Rowan’s to sprint of to the pink haired woman.

“Tonks,” MC hit their knees and grabbed their friend by their shoulders, shaking her, “Wake up!”

“MC,” Rowan sighed sadly and rested their hand on MC’s shoulder.

“Stop playing!” Tears dripped from MC’s eyes

“Sweetie-”

“N-Nymphadora Tonks, you stop this right now!” MC’s voice grew shriller and shriller by the moment. “It’s not funny! I already told you it’s not! Tonks, wake up!”

MC would shake Tonks’s body more vigorously, the woman’s head would roll lifeless to the side and MC would cry, “Please, wake up!”

Bill, who had been standing by his family mourning the loss of his younger brother, Fred Weasley, would notice the scene MC was making- it would take him a moment to recognize them. He would tell Fleur to stay put and make his way over to his old friends.

“MC,” he would sigh.

MC would look up at him with tear filled eyes, “Bill!” they’d cry.

“Tell her to wake up! The joke isn’t funny! She promised, she promised, she promised,” MC’s voice would break off as her body was racked with sobs.

Bill crouched down beside MC and gently pushed some of their tousled hair behind their ear

“MC,” Bill started, and MC shook their head and squeezed their eyes shut, not wanting to hear what they knew Bill was about to say. “She’s not playing this time.”

“Yes, she is!” MC cried, shaking her friend a bit more, “She’s alright, she’s fine. Tonks, show him!”

Tonks remained limp in MC grasp

Bill sighed heavily and grabbed MC’s face in his hands and had them look at him, “No, she’s not MC. She’s not playing this time.”

A gut-wrenching sob left MC and Bill and Rowan both squeezed their eyes shut, forcing the tears that had been brimming in their eyes to spill over

All MC had ever wanted to do was keep her loved ones safe and they had ever failed before

But this time- this time it couldn’t be helped

Nymphadora Tonks had broken her promise

MC pulled Tonks’s body to them, hugging the woman tightly in their arms. “You promised,” they whispered as they buried their nose in the crook of their friend’s neck. “You promised…”

 The [MC] Residence, One week after the Battle

MC, Bill, and Rowan didn’t feel as if the news of Tonks’s death should be delivered by mail

So they sat down together and wrote letters to their old friends, inviting them to MC and Jacob’s home under the guise of a celebratory reunion

“Barna-babe!” Tulip called out as Barnaby Lee made his way trough the threshold of the MC residence

She raised her glass of whiskey about her head with her devious smirk, “Now all that’s left is Tonks,” she said as she took another sip of her whiskey

“Figures she’d be the late one,” Penny giggled, “She was always such a hot mess.” Penny had a glass of white wine in her hand, their third in a very short amount of time

Andre laughed- “You two were roommates, weren’t you?”

Penny smiled fondly, “Yes, never a dull moment.”

They turned to MC and Rowen, who were leaning against the island bar in the house

“Do you know when she’ll be coming MC?” Andre asked.

MC gulped, then promptly turned around and filled a glass with fire whiskey before knocking it down and whipping their mouth

The group looked taken aback- Rowan shifted nervously beside their friend

“About that,” MC said as they refilled the glass

Charlie, who had been picking at some of the food walked over to MC and put his large, scarred hand on their shoulder, his other lowered the liquor filled glass to the table

“Wat do you mean ‘about that’?” Barnaby asked, his head titling to the side from confusion

“What I mean is-is that Tonks isn’t coming...” MC whispered

“Why?” Penny asked, “Is the baby ok?”

“Teddy is fine,” Rowan muttered, “But Tonks-”

“Tonks what?” Penny asked in a trembling voice

They didn’t have to be told out right to figure it out, MC could tell by the looks on everyone (even Barnaby’s) face that they understood what had happened, they just wanted conformation

“Tonks is dead,” MC blurted

Penny’s wine glass shattered to the ground, spilling wine and glass shards all over the hardwood floors

Ben squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, “no, no, no,” Tonks had always scared him, but she was also very supporting of him- MC believed she was one of the biggest helps in getting the muggleborn out of his shell

Barnaby looked down to his lap, they had never been especially close, but her antics had always amused him

Andre sighed and moved over to Penny, wrapping an arm around her shoulders- like Barbaby, they hadn’t been very close, but he had always admired her rebellious style and she had brought he and his husband together through one of her pranks. A silent tear rolled down his cheek.

Tulip, who, had been Tonk’s very best friend, gently placed her glass of whiskey on the end table and sank into the couch. She pulled her knees to her chest and stared blankly at the map print that Jacob had painted on the wall of their apartment

“How?” Tulip whispered hoarsely

“A curse, more than likely,” Charlie replied as MC was once again downing their drink

They couldn’t deal with the overwhelming sadness that filled the room

“MC found Tonks and her husband after they’d been moved- but there weren’t any outward signs of trauma,” Rowan explained

“When’s-when’s the funeral?” Penny choked out

“Were not sure yet,” MC said quietly, “We were told that it may taken them along time to release the bodies, there were a lot.”

“The funeral homes were backed up,” Charlie whispered

MC rested a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, he offered her a sad smile

“We- we’re sorry for tricking you guys here. We just- we didn’t want you to hear the news from the prophet of through the grape vine.”

“We wanted it just to be friends, to be the people who loved her, and we wanted to do something special-”

“Special?” Tulip asked.

“Yea,” MC smiled sadly, “Special.”

 A small river, just outside Ottery St Catchpole

“I brought these, they were her favorite flower,” Penny said after she apparated to the designated spot

The gang smiled as Penny handed them each a flower

“Ok so place the candle in the middle of the flower,” MC said as they handed everyone a small tea-light candle

Charlie and Bill (who couldn’t make it to the house earlier) lead the gang to the shore of a small river just outside of their hometown

“Then share your favorite memory of Tonks, light the candle, and send it floating down the river, as sort of a farewell,” MC explained

“That’s a beautiful sentiment,” Penny smiled softly

So, one by one, the gang stepped up and shared their favorite memory of their recently passed friend. Tears were shed and laughs were shared until finally eight flickering flames floated peacefully down the river

MC slowly lifted her wand in the air, a small light emitting from it, the gang looked up at them and followed suit

“Nymphadora Tonks,” MC said smugly, knowing how the pink haired woman hated her first name

“Beloved friend, prankster, and mother, we stand below you tonight, honoring your memory and celebrating your life. Though your time with us was not as long as we wished it would have been, though our paths have strayed over the years, our hearts have always kept you in them. We promise that although you may be gone from this world, you will never be forgotten. You will live on in our memories, our hearts, and in your son, who will always have our love and protection, as well as our favorite stories of his beautiful, brilliant mother.

“Tonks, we’re not gathered here tonight to say goodbye, but to instead to say until we meet again.”

Each member looked up at the stars, grins slipping onto their faces as they looked up to the heavens

A chorus of “until we meet again”’s rang through the air and the old group of friends huddled close together, tossing arms around one another’s shoulder and watched the small flickering lights vanish into the night

Bonus:

MC’s favorite memory of she and Tonks is when they impulsively bought a wild band of the Monster Book of Monsters and set them loose in the library to chase Pince.

[heavenlydreamerblog]

In Too Deep

Chapter 8

WARNING: Smut

I smiled when I saw the look on his face. It was part worry but also amusement at whatever they’d been talking about.

“There’s nothing worse than little brothers breaking the spell,” he laughed, placing the phone face down on the desk. “Where were we before J called with his woman problems?” Shannon pulled me into his arms with a huge bear hug.

I screeched. “Shannon I can barely breathe, let me go.” We were both laughing as he lifted me off my feet, carrying me out of the office and down the hallway. “You, young lady, have done enough work for today,” he said, opening a door to a room before letting my tip toes touch the floor. I looked around at the white walls. A massive bed continued the theme with white pillows and comforter. Slatted blinds caused the light from outside to cast striped shadows across the room.

“Remember what I said on the plane Lexy? About not going all the way with you at that moment?” His hands held my face up, so he could look me directly in the eyes. “I meant what I said. That wasn’t the right time or place. But now ....” he paused and looked questioningly at me. “Does this feel right for you?” His fingers circled the back of my neck waiting for an answer.

I breathed deeply. This did feel right ... and maybe it would erase the memory of last night’s encounter. My arms were already wrapped around his waist. I placed my lips against his ear and whispered yes before closing my eyes and giving in to his warm embrace.

Shannon  removed his vest top and slowly undressed me, taking time to savour every moment. His fingers brushed across my skin, covering me in goosebumps as he folded my clothes in a pile, not rushing, keeping my body wanting, needing more.

“You’re beautiful Lexy,” he murmured, pulling me closer and leading me to the bed. He pulled back the comforter and eased our bodies down, his weight pinning me beneath him. Our lips connected, his tongue probing and caressing my mouth as we lost ourselves in the moment. I could feel him harden as our bodies moved gently together.

His fingers traced my curves, starting at my neck, drifting over nipples and  stomach towards my hips, where he stopped. I was lost in the shivering sensation of lust, barely aware of my surroundings. I met his eyes and in that moment I knew we were both there, wanting and needing a deeper connection.

His fingers moved from my hips, easing open my legs and sliding across my soaking wet pussy. I groaned. “Shannon, please let’s take our time.” My voice was shaking as he ignored my plea and thrust two fingers inside me. He then slowly eased them out and back in, tapping at my G spot. 

“Please Shan. Don’t make me beg,” I gasped. “Slow down or I’ll cum too soon.” His fingers slid out but instead of backing off, he kissed me deeply while gently rubbing back and forth across my clit with his thumb. My back arched and I let out a deep groan. “Fuck Shan, No!” I pushed him away, not wanting to end the moment.

Instead, I climbed on top of him. He held my hips and smiled that slow, sexy smile of his. “What’s the problem, too much sexual tension for you to handle?”

I lowered my body, so that I straddled him head to toe. Our foreheads were touching. I let out a sigh. “It really hurt when we parted ... and I just want this moment to last forever. Does that sound really silly?”

“No ... because I felt the same ... “ He paused, running his fingers along my ass, tracing the curve of my spine up to my shoulders. “Now we just have to make up for lost time,” he said pulling my head down, so our lips touched.

I could feel his cock twitch against my thigh. I let my fingers trace along the dotted tattoo on his neck, moving down his chest towards his stomach. Again I felt him flinch, his body moving against my weight. I shifted slightly, letting my lips cover him with butterfly kisses until they connected with his erection. My tongue grazed his tip and I listened as his breath grew shallow and a pool of pre cum glistened on the tip.

“Christ Lexy,” he moaned, arching his back and thrusting himself deep into my throat. I allowed my tongue to trace the veins, the salty taste of cum droplets coating my lips. He continued to tease my mouth, but each thrust now slowed until he brought his orgasm back under control. He sat up, gently lifting my head up so that we were again looking each other in the eye, each willing the other to take the next step.

“Lie down on your back babe. Let me look at that beautiful body of yours.”  For a few minutes, we remained silent, me lying there while Shannon watched, the anticipation and tension building. He slowly lowered himself down on to the bed, his arm circling my waist, pulling me close so that his tongue flicked over my nipples. The sensation sent shockwaves to my inner core. The ache was so intense that I gasped. “Shannon, let me feel you inside me, please. I can’t wait any longer. Please ....” I wasn’t beyond begging at this point. 

He removed his lips from my breast, allowing his hand to move down and part my legs. His fingers slid inside my folds, thrusting deep inside. “Just checking you’re ready,” he smirked, unwrapping the foil from a condom.

The feeling when we eventually connected brought a flood of emotions to the surface. He was gentle, considerate, knowing my every need as my hips bucked upwards, legs wrapped around his waist. “Slowly Lexy, slowly. Look me in the eyes and let’s both slow down. Now how does that feel?” he asked, filling every inch of me, reaching that still point where we both zoned out on the edge of oblivion.

I felt his bones grind into my clit, taking me ever closer to the edge. Our bodies were slick with sweat, chasing that orgasm but always pulling back at the last moment. It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room, breathless, and dizzy with lust.

“Fuck Lexy, let’s cum.” He wrapped his arms tightly around me, and thrust himself deep inside, pounding relentlessly. I felt it building, first as a distant ache and then blossoming into an earth shattering scream as my body caved in, every inch of me rocked by the intensity of the orgasm. I shivered, at once pulling away and then thrusting back for more, riding out every moment of the climax. Shannon gave one last thrust before groaning deeply and giving in. My walls tightened around him, delighting in his pulsating aftershocks.

We lay in each other’s arms for a good hour, enjoying the afterglow, cuddling and caressing each other’s bodies. After that, Shannon walked me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once the steam starting misting the glass, he pulled me inside and we stood under the water, letting it wash over us.

I hastily dressed and towel dried my hair before tying it up and out of the way. My phone vibrated inside my bag. It was Carrie. I pressed answer and immediately held the phone away from my ear as her voice bellowed down the line.

“Where the bloody hell are you Lexy? I’ve had the party caterers calling because they can’t get hold of you and our client’s been texting me, asking where you are.What��s going on? Get yourself into the office so we can go over some of these plans before it’s too late.”

I took a deep breath before replying. “Carrie, give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there. I have been working but I put my phone on silent by mistake.” I cursed, looking at all the missed calls and texts.

The last one from Jared: I’m checking in with my brother tonight. When is it good for us to talk?

I replied quickly, while gesturing to Shannon that I needed to call a cab to get back to the office. I let Jared know that we could talk later that evening, before grabbing my bag and laptop from the office.

“Shannon!” I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. He laughed as I told him about my boss and my client and all the missed calls.

“Slow down babe. I’ll drive you to the office and you can just relax for five minutes before the shit hits the fan,” he said playfully, watching me squirm at the thought of seeing Carrie.

“Don’t Shannon. It’s not funny. I’m about to have my ass whipped. Carrie sounded so pissed.” I planted a soft kiss on his lips. “I hope this afternoon was worth it,” I said, before bending over to pick up my shoes. “Let’s go before she decides to feed me to the lions.”

I looked up to see him tapping on his phone, before hitting the send message. “My brother says he’s on the way. I guess you don’t have time to hang around to meet him?”

“Shan, you know any other time I’d say yes but this is really bad timing.” I looked at my phone and there was a message from Carrie. “My office in 10 minutes!”

“Shit, I’ve got to go. Can you give me a lift or shall I call a cab?” 

Shannon could see the panicked look on my face. “Let me text Jared and tell him to hold off for half an hour. It’ll give me time to get you to work and get back here,” he said, grabbing his car keys off the counter.

Shannon, opened the car door and helped me in with my bags. He settled himself in then turned to face me. He placed his hands on my face, his thumbs easing the frown lines from my brow. “What’s up? I can tell something’s bothering you?” he said. “Are you going to talk or leave me worried?”

I looked away. All I could hear were the words “Let me text Jared”. Please God don’t let this be the same Jared. I felt sick to the point I couldn’t breath and daren’t speak.

“Lexy,” Shanon said, sounding panicked as well. “What’s going on. You look like you’ve seen a ghost you’re so pale.”

I forced myself to breathe. “I’m OK. Just drive me to the office Shan.” He placed the palm of his hand around my neck, drawing me close to him. “I’ll drive, but promise me we’ll talk about what’s bothering you.” The warmth of his breath on my lips made me ache for the closeness we’d just shared.

He started the engine and pulled away, buzzing open the gates to the outside world. I sat there praying for the traffic to ease. I sat lost in thought, wondering how best to ask the burning question.

I shifted my eyes, gazing at his profile, trying to notice any similarities with Jared. Shannon had never really opened up about his life, as if he wanted to keep me sheltered from whatever it was that bothered him. But the tattoos. Surely it was too much of a coincidence ....

“So tell me about your brother ....” There, the question was out before I could snatch it back.

“What do you want to know?”

I slowed my breathing, almost not wanting to hear whatever Shannon was about to tell me. “I don’t know. Just tell me something about him because at the moment, all I know is his name....” And that was the one bit of information I really wished I didn’t know.

“We’re really close Lexy. I mean that. He’s my best friend as well as my little bro. Our mum was really young when she had us and life wasn’t easy for us all back then.” He paused, glancing at me while signalling to pull out into a lane of traffic. “I know I haven’t told you much about my life but it’s because I want to protect you. Jared lives his life in the media spotlight ... I just prefer to have my own space.”

I gazed out at the cars in front as he told me about their band 30 Seconds to Mars, the endless touring, the girls, the paparazzi, the failed relationships. “Jared takes it mostly in his stride,” he said before braking sharply as a car pulled out suddenly. “I find it a little more difficult to deal with ... which is why,” he looked over at me, “... it’s why I didn’t want you to have to put up with any of the shit that comes hand in hand with this lifestyle.”

“So how does Jared cope?” I asked, suddenly wanting to know more about both of them, as Shannon opened up on their lives.

“Jared is Jared. He just controls every aspect of his life. You’ll never win an argument, so it’s best not to try. He’s driven, ambitious and used to getting his own way. That must sound really bad but honestly he’s also the sweetest human being. You’ll love him Lexy.”

Shannon pulled the car over outside my office. “Does that answer your question?” He smiled, kissing me softly on the lips. “Now, go and sort out that client of yours before he kicks your bad little ass!”

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