#okay this alone was worth asking for prompts

[itsmedemibones]

I asked for requests, you get Maid Dress Golurk.

@drakeling-e I know this isn't what you meant. And yet. I genuinely enjoyed doing this.

[luveline]

this request may be a bit of a long shot, but would you be willing to write a drabble for mouth of september? maybe she gives the boys a scare either by going out and then not coming home at the time she said she would or maybe she faints from not having eaten enough? totally okay if you don’t want to or if you want to use this as a prompt for something else, mos has just been one of your fic series that i think about pretty consistently even two-ish years later.

anyway have a great day and hope you’re doing well jadey <3 love u

I love you! me writing this actually did feel like a longshot but not cos I didn’t love it and not cos I don’t love u, I hope you enjoy it!! been so long since I wrote this !!🩵 fem! 4k words

cw suicidal thoughts/suicidal ideation

It’s cold tonight. 

You blow on your fingers, feeling them warm, stiffness lanced for precious few seconds. You didn’t mean to walk so far from the house, not while the wind is racing like this. The corner shop just seemed to move around while you weren’t looking. You should’ve asked Sirius to go with you, he has a better sense of direction, even if he would’ve complained the whole time about the shit weather. 

Remus would’ve come and not complained, but he was sleeping at the time and waking him felt cruel. James would’ve come, racing around in Lily’s car, but then he would’ve followed you back into the house insisting on making you some supper or a cuppa or something, and what you’d wanted was to be alone. A bar of chocolate wouldn’t hurt either. 

Stupid travelling corner shop, you think to yourself. Stupid me for fucking losing it. Should’ve just stayed home. Can’t even walk to the shop. 

You take a deep breath. You give the streets a wretched, embarrassed glare and flop down onto the nearest bench. Fuck’s sake. Lost and freezing to death. 

If Sirius were here, if he heard what you were thinking, he’d frown at you with that dark pinch to his eyes and tell you to Stop it, now. 

He’s maybe half of the reason you’re out of the house tonight. Maybe all of it. It’s all complicated and horrible and everyone thinks it’s a bad idea but the thing is that Sirius himself isn’t complicated, he isn’t horrible. He’s kind to you in funny ways, and when you’re together Sirius makes you feel like you’re someone worth being kind too, which doesn’t happen often. 

Your self annoyance fades to something more familiar soon enough. Everything goes quiet, leaving you there with your heart, quick and slow beating, can’t seem to choose, and your cold feet. Your socks feel too tight. 

Your teeth start to chatter. You can’t sit here forever. 

(But wouldn’t it be better? If you stayed? Caught cold?) 

If you get poorly from the cold, you’ll feel miserable from the moment you wake up. You’ll be ill at work, which will make work worse. You’ll have to stay in your room so you don’t get one of the boys sick, and that really would ruin your week. Nothing means anything if you don’t get to see your best friends. 

You gather yourself up and turn toward the street you’d just walked down, determined to retrace your steps. 

In the distance, a familiar shape is jogging toward you. 

“Y/N?” James shouts, sounding as though all the breath in the world has been sucked from his lungs. He doesn’t stop jogging until he gets a few feet from you, where he bends to catch his breath. “Fucking hell!” His head snaps up. “Fuck, shortcake, are you alright?” 

You close the distance. “I’m fine.” 

“Are you?” He forces himself to stand, breathing hard as he grabs you by the wrist. “Are you okay? You scared me so badly.” 

You grab his arm back. “I’m really fine, I’m fine, what’s wrong?” 

“You’re what’s wrong, you aren’t home!” James swallows a lump. “You left a note, you’d be home by seven. It’s nearly ten. Remus rang me in a fit ‘cos he didn’t know where you’d gone, we thought–” James gives you an imploring look, though it’s so so sorry at the same time, you feel your stomach twist into a hard knot. “We thought you were having a bad night.” 

“James.” Embarrassment makes you soft-toned. “I’m really sorry I scared you, but I got lost, that’s all.” You don’t really like to lie, only James seems to need to hear it. “I’m glad you found me. I was worried I wouldn’t get home.” 

James gives a breathy laugh. “Oh, good.” 

You’re pulled into a hug. 

“Sorry,” you say. 

“No, it’s okay.” He rubs your back with force. It feels more for him than you, though you don’t exactly mind it. You can pretend as much as you want that you don’t like it when the boys give you affection, but they know it’s not true, and they know it’s alright to give it to you most days. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine as long as you’re fine.” 

“Fine,” you say. 

He pulls away. “Oh, god. Alright, let’s go back to the house. It’s freezing, you’re not wearing a proper coat?” 

“I didn’t plan on being out long.” 

“No?” 

He takes you by the shoulder to encourage you back the way you came. “Just wanted some chocolate,” you say. 

“I’ll get you some.” 

You both know it doesn’t add up. James doesn’t make you say much else, relieved you’re alright, and you fester in the guilt of worrying him so harshly. 

“Where are your glasses?” you ask. 

“I forgot them in the car.” 

“Where is the car?” 

“Remus thought you might’ve gone to the library, you were supposed to take that Sky-Fi back.” 

“Sci-fi.” 

“Right, the space books. He took it to see if you were walking home, I said I’d come this way, and Sirius…” James grimaces. “Not sure where he went. He was already out by the time I got to the house.” 

“How are we gonna find him?” 

“He’ll come back eventually.” 

You stick close to James’ side, dodging crisped up leaves and following him down the dropped kerb and finally onto a familiar road. “Guess I’ve lived here so long, I should’ve known the way,” you say. 

“It’s alright.” 

You bite your cheek for a second. “I’m really sorry, James, I– I didn’t– is it really ten?” 

“…Aren’t you cold?” he asks softly. 

“I didn’t think about it.” 

“I wish you would.” He pokes his tongue against his cheek. “I want to know if you’re having a bad night. It’s alright if you were. If you need more time, more help, it’s okay.” 

“It’s not like that… not all of it. I was walking to the shops, I swear. Just feel so,” —your voice slips into a colour of shame you despise— “weird sometimes. I’m sorry I made you worry. I don’t know why I keep doing this.” 

“Is this a common occurrence?” 

“Not the walk, just. Just this. Making you worry. I didn’t mean to make everybody worry.” 

“Well, I am worried. When you disappear for a couple more hours than you say you will, it’s scary.” James gives you a shrug. “I love you, I’m gonna wonder where you are.” 

“But–”

“I worry about Sirius when he goes to the pub until who knows when, worry about Lils when she does too many hours at work. I worry about Remus every day, his eyes are worse than mine ‘cos all he does is read,” he says with a laugh. “It’s fine.” 

“I worry about you too,” you say. 

“About what?” he asks, stricken. 

“Remus told me you can pop your knee out from your kneecap when you weight lift. I know you think it’s fun and stuff, but that’s scary.” 

“I’m getting fit!” He rolls his eyes. “Lily likes my abs.” 

“Well I liked you when you were soft.” 

James cackles at your poor fake-flirting. “I’ve never been soft, take that back! You know being captain made me solid as a rock.” 

“James?” a voice calls. 

You look up at the same time. Sirius is sitting on the wall in front of the house smoking; he takes a harsh, quick drag and stabs it out so hard that ash sullies his fingers as he stands. 

“Oh,” he says, blowing the smoke from his mouth quickly, his breath a ragged thing as he bounds across the road to hug you. “Sorry.”

You don’t get what he’s sorry for. “It’s okay.” 

He smells so strongly of smoke it’s like he’s blowing it under your nose, but he’s not so sharp to the touch. You falter at being touched kindly, feeling tension in his back as you curl an arm around him. 

Sirius digs his face into your neck. 

“Hey?” you ask quietly. 

He steps back suddenly, an accusing fist held between your two abdomens. “Where have you been?” he asks, and there’s the sharpness to match his smell, scowl turning his grey-blue eyes to pitch, lashes in a furious tangle. “You can’t do that. You can’t just disappear for hours.” 

“I’m sorry–”

“It’s not okay.”

“She said she’s sorry,” James interjects, “maybe let’s leave it?” 

“Being sorry doesn’t erase the last two hours of us panicking, though, does it?” 

“She got lost–”

“James, it’s okay, it’s–” You shake your head. “Maybe you should go inside to warm up? You’re not wearing a coat either.” 

“I was in a rush.” James gives Sirius a warning look. “I’ll make you a cup of tea. Five minutes and I’m coming back out.” 

James trudges up the garden path to the house. You twist your hands together, staring into Sirius’ face, wanting to see every bit of his anger, keeping tabs on all of it so as not to be surprised. You should’ve known he’d run out of patience with you eventually. He’s had to deal with your awful moods more than anyone else. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Do you realise how scary it is to worry you’ve hurt yourself?” Sirius asks starkly. 

You flinch. “It doesn’t exactly feel great for me, either.” 

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Still, he softens. You feel like you’ve cheated. “I don’t understand. You got lost? How far away from the house were you?” 

“I don’t know, I was trying to go to Del’s.” 

“You’re not being honest with me, or any of us. It’s not fair. My heart is like a fucking racehorse,” he says, pressing his hand to his chest, fingertips smudgy with ash, “’cos all I’ve thought tonight is that you’d gone off and jumped off of a bridge or something. I know you wouldn’t.” He lets his hand fall. He quietens. It is almost apologetic, how he slows. “I know you wouldn’t. I knew you’d come home. But please don’t make me think about it.”

He’s gone pale in the cold, his hair in twists and tucked haphazard behind his ears. In his thick bomber jacket and his jeans, he could’ve just hopped of the bike, windswept as he is, but it’s the mark of worried hands having pushed his hair back repetitively rather than the weather, though the longer you stand there in the wind, the more tangled it becomes. “I dont get why you’re so determined to be alone,” he says. 

You don’t want to talk about it. When do you ever? More than ever, you’d like to stalk past him and slam your bedroom door, let him know you’re fine by yourself and seething, let him stay ignorant to you as you squirm in a bed you’ve come to hate. How often do you lay there wishing you could be alone forever? It’s not fair to anyone. It doesn’t make sense. They all love you and you feel sorry for them, ‘cos you tricked them, ‘cos you’re nothing worth thinking about for long. 

Sirius won’t stop frowning at you. It makes the drowning feeling worse. 

“I’m sorry,” you say again, hoping this time it’ll stick. “I don’t know what happened, I just wasn’t thinking. I don’t feel very well.” 

“I know.” He scoffs to himself. You relax at the hint of self-deprecation. “It’s not your fault. I’m fucking furious with you but I know you can’t help it.” 

“Sorry.” 

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. For saying you’d jumped off a bridge, that’s horrible, but you really fucking worry me sometimes and I’m so relieved that you’re okay that it’s making me horrible.” 

“You’re not horrible.” 

“I’m mean.” 

“You’re not.”

“No, I am. You’re the only person who doesn’t see it. Or at least doesn’t say it.” Sirius rubs his face, scraping a stray hair from his nose. “Sorry for shouting. Here,” —he holds out his arm— “let’s have a proper one.” 

He hugs you nicely, no force to it, less lingering smoke. The scratch of his cheek catches yours, his hand at the bottom of your back, your jacket and shirt rising with every sweep of his touch. You press your closed eye to his hair. 

“Why didn’t you come and sit with me or– we could’ve talked. Could’ve just led in bed, doesn’t matter, I would’ve gone to the shop with you.” He squeezes you, pressing his nose to your shoulder. “I can be morbid. We can be two miserable layabouts together.” 

“I didn’t…” You cringe. “Sirius, it’s not on purpose, I swear. I didn’t do it to make you worry.” 

“I know that, Jesus.”

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re home.” 

You pull apart as a car turns onto the street. That’ll be Remus. Another for your troupe of worry. 

“What do you think, is he mad at me too?” you ask. 

“Remus?” Sirius gives you another half hug. “‘Course not.” 

And true to form, Remus climbs out of the car with a fond smile. “Hey, where have you been?” His hair ruffles in the wind, scars turned palest purple in the cold. “You need to learn how to tell time.” 

You let him hug you. “Sorry.” 

“That’s alright, let’s go inside though. Have some tea. Did you eat much today?” 

You ignore the question. “Tea,” you say. 

“Yeah.” 

Remus ushers you down the path to the house, Sirius on your other side like bodyguards. 

“Thanks for, uh, looking for me.” 

Remus takes you by the forearm. “We’ll always look for you. But next time, wake me up first.” 

You nod gratefully. “Uh, okay. Thank you.” 

“Stop saying thanks. It’s alright, Y/N. It’s fine.” 

That’s what you’ve all said, but it doesn’t make it true. 

—

James goes home, though he doesn’t want to. “I can stay,” he says over the rim of his mug, half-pleading, wanting you to ask him to. “We can have a sleepover.” 

You insist that you’re really fine, he has work tomorrow, it’s late. When he doesn’t move, you say, “I feel bad enough that you were out looking for me in the cold.” 

Your voice is pathetic and scratchy and he can tell you’re going to cry, they all can, so he doesn’t push it anymore than that. He goes home, and you go to bed, and Remus follows you up a little bit later with a glass of juice and some thick, buttered slices of teacake. 

“You okay?” he asks, climbing into bed next to you where you’re laying down. 

“Fine.” 

“Didn’t eat much today?” 

“No.” 

“Have the juice, at least.” 

You take the glass. 

Between your sorry sips, Remus picks at one of the slices of cake, steals looks at you, though he doesn’t try to hide what he’s doing. 

“Sorry about today. Didn’t mean to worry you.” 

“You can stop saying sorry.” Remus lets his head tip from one side to another. “I can hear it in your voice that you don’t want to say it. Not that I don’t believe that you’re really, actually sorry. But you keep repeating it because you’re worried I want you to do that, and I don’t.” 

“It’s what I should say.” 

“Well, you’ve said it.” Remus turns to you, all bookish and rakish at once, lovely but tired, and he must be giving you a similar appraisal. “I wanted to be your friend the second I first talked to you. It wasn’t guilt.” He shakes his head. Wasn’t ’cos they’d played that prank on you with the shoe-eating goo, spied on you crying in a school hallway, overwhelmed. “I just liked you, and that was without any sort of knowledge of what you’re like. Now that I know you, I couldn’t be rid of you. Truly. I love you, you know that?” He smiles gently. “Even when you need time and you disappear. Please… don’t really go anywhere though, will you?” 

“I won’t.” You decided a long time ago that ending your life wasn’t in the cards. There are terrifying moments, numb ones, blink-and-it’s over ones, where you feel like it’s the only option you have. But it ends eventually, or it sinks into a background to be forgotten until the next time it aches. 

“Are you eating properly?” he asks. 

“Remus–” You shake your head as he brings a hand to your forehead, like he might stroke your hair. “You don’t have to do this.” 

“You don’t like answering, that’s all.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“I’ve made you talk much more than you would’ve liked to, tonight.”

“I like talking to you. To all of you.” You rest your head on his thigh. “You really are my favourite people in the world, Remus. I wouldn’t… wouldn't give you up.” 

“Good,” he says, stroking your forehead just a few times. “‘Cos we can’t be without you.” 

Sirius finds you collapsing in on one another a little later and rounds the bed to lay on your other side. He doesn’t bother sitting as Remus did, pulling the blankets up and slipping in beside you without worrying about what parts of you are touching parts of him, nor the slip of your back where your shirt’s riding up, nor how warm it is under the quilt. He grabs the end of your t-shirt and pulls it flat over your stomach, before his hand spreads out there, and you realise half-heartedly that he’s hugging you from behind. The room is barely seeable. Remus is nearly sleeping. Your tea cake went uneaten, left stodgy and dark on the nightstand. 

“This okay?” Sirius asks. 

“Yeah.” 

He burrows nearer, rubbing his nose against the back of your neck, then taking a long breath of you. 

“Are you mad?” you ask. 

“Not anymore.” 

You can’t believe that any of them could love you so much as to look for you. That James would want to stay the night, and that he’d let you turn him away. If you had any energy left in you tonight you would’ve done the same to Remus, and then Sirius. James won’t be happy when he finds out they’d slept in the bed with you and left him out, but he’ll forgive it eventually. None of them should care so much about you, what’s special about you? What’s even really good? What’s worth it? 

Sirius breathes behind you. He doesn’t seem scared to touch you, not worried to lay as close to you as your bodies will allow. His heat sinks into you. 

“Know any poems?” he asks, letting you shift into his back as he pushes an arm beneath you, curling, really holding you to him, a spoon of a hug. 

“What kind did you want to hear?” 

Sirius doesn’t answer. You hold still as his hand begins looping over your stomach. 

“I can’t remember anything right.” 

“Can you guess at one for me?” he asks. 

You stare at Remus’ falling chest. You’re lucky to have good friends. 

“I read one a few days ago, a couple of times, it was only a few lines.” You wait. Sirius doesn’t say anything, so you start to relay the poem slowly, stringing the words together as they come. “The world was a… nautilus shell... And the world was a grain of sand.” Your voice is odd, but the lines come to you regardless. “The world was a honeycomb… And the world was a strip of tender bark.” 

Sirius lets his lips warm your neck, asking softly, more touch than sound, “That was the whole poem?” 

You take his hand where it’s against you. “That’s it.” 

He nods. 

The world was a nautilus shell. And the world was a grain of sand. The world was a honeycomb. And the world was a strip of tender bark. You run through the poem again, three times, tripping over strip and tender and bark as Sirius’ breath warms your nape. 

“Please don’t do that again,” he says. 

“I didn’t mean to–” You force yourself to stay still. “I would never do something like that to scare you.” 

“Nobody in this room or out of it believes that you went on your walk tonight to scare them.” His nose tips down your neck. His hand spreads wider over your stomach. It feels so weird, so warm and rigid. It’s the best touch you’ve ever been given, and it doesn’t matter because you’re so ashamed of yourself —you went on your stupid little walk with at least some bad intent, and your friends noticed because they love you when they shouldn’t bother. This is a stain now, something you’ll remember. “But I can’t take it. Do you get that? I can’t take it. James found you two hours ago and I still feel like I don’t know where you are.” 

“Didn’t mean to.” 

“I know, love.” He actually does kiss your neck then, quiet smack of a real kiss. “I know. I know.” His forehead presses to your shoulder as he settles in. “You’re okay. I’m not mad.” 

“Me neither,” Remus croaks. 

You let yourself relax enough to feel tired. Warmth from either side of you threatens to bowl you over. 

“How are you feeling now?” Sirius asks. 

“Fine.” Always fine. They deserve better honesty. “I didn’t want to hurt myself. Jus’… I needed to move, like, go, and I hate this part. I don’t think it should matter that I’m not– that I don’t feel well.” 

“Don’t get upset,” Sirius says quietly. 

“I’m not.” You sound tight. “When I want to be somewhere, it doesn’t make sense that it matters. In the moment, I don’t remember that you…” 

“Love you?” Sirius asks. 

“I know why you were worried, I promise. I don’t live in a bubble. I know I’m selfish.” 

“Not selfish.” 

“It was, though.” 

“You’re thinking about it like we have a problem with what you did, and it’s my fault because I got so mad, but it’s not really that you did it.” His hand curls shy of your breastbone. “I was mad, but– darling,” —you squeeze your eyes shut— “you’re not on trial. You don’t have to prove your way out of this, all we need to know is if you’re alright now.” 

“Not really.” 

Remus gives a half-sleeping mumble. 

Sirius sits up in bed to look at both of you. “We love you. We,” —he gestures between you and Remus emphatically— “aren’t going to stop. No matter how many walks you go on, how many scares you give me.” He frowns at you sympathetically. “We’re not getting any further, are we?” 

“Sorry.” 

“I’m sorry.” He grimaces, dark around the eyes. “I’m a right prick and I’ve made a right mess of everything.” 

“It’s okay,” you whisper, chancing a touch, terrified you’ll be reprimanded for it but knowing, as you know he loves you, that you’re allowed. The tips of your fingers touch his collarbone. Sharp thing. 

He pulls a jib, lips all up and thinned like a smirk gone wrong. “Love you.” 

You must’ve petrified him. He’s never so open with his feelings, even when it’s half-joking like this. 

“I love you, too.” 

He makes another face. Good enough, it says. 

“Make me hot chocolate?” you whisper. 

“Mm, come on.” He pulls you from the bed by your wrists. “Don’t complain when it’s gritty. I’m not skilled as Remus.” 

“Quite right,” Remus mumbles. 

You hug him quickly before you leave. 

[hoonatic]

sunday mornings | park sunghoon x reader

prompt: sunday mornings are best spent slowly. but there are sheets to be changed and a beautiful boyfriend to stare at. pairing: idol!sunghoon x reader (established relationship) genre: domestic fluff + some hurt/comfort. it was only supposed to be tooth-rotting sweetness, but the sad demons within me won a bit, i fear. word count: 1364 note: this was also supposed to be shorter than it is, but what can i say? i’m a yapper. (also can’t believe i’m writing a fic again but needed to get this one out i guess) enjoy!

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the sun had risen, but you certainly hadn’t.

after weeks apart, you finally had your boyfriend back in your shared apartment, in your shared bed. it was a sunny, summer morning with no (real) responsibilities to take care of. you were happy, drowsy, and with the love of your life. you just wanted to bask in the moment.

“baby, get up. i need to change the sheets.”

sunghoon obviously did not share the sentiment.

you ignored the slight tugging at your sleeve, choosing to flail your body and turning back to him dramatically. you knew you’d regret that soon enough, given the unhinged level of impatience your boyfriend had. but if it got you a few more seconds of peace, then so be it.

a loud screech of your name and one “wake upppp!!!” later, you felt the regret seeping into every pore of your body.

“hoon, it’s so early. please…”

“it’s almost 9:30. i’ve already showered and i’m all ready to spend the day with you!”

as you continued to ignore him, the tugging became more and more aggressive. soon enough, you felt your entire upper body being lifted. but two could play the petty game - you kept your eyes shut, refusing to look at the thief stealing your sleep.

“baby, how could you rob me of seeing your beautiful eyes?”

“i dunno, maybe the same way you’re robbing me of my beauty rest???”

“beauty rest??? if you get any more beautiful, i’ll have to start dressing you in full-body armor.”

the cringe made you peek open an eye, “you’ve been spending way too much time with heeseung.” but all you could see was his big grin.

“maybe so, but it finally got you to open your eyes, so the full-body chills saying that gave me were worth it.”

“hoon,” you groaned and closed your eyes again, “i just changed the sheets last week. i can change them tomorrow or something if you really want. you don’t want to just laze around together today?”

he didn’t respond as quickly as you’d expect. the silence forced your eyes open - he was biting his lip and staring at you with an unreadable expression. but before you could ask what was wrong, he spoke first,

“that’s exactly it though…”

“what do you mean?” you were fully awake now.

“you spend enough time alone, maintaining this home,” he started, “i’m away all the time and i haven’t been able to help out. this is one of the rare chances to finally start pulling my weight around here. please let me have this?”

you could start to see the guilt swimming around in his eyes and you hated it. “hoon, you act like you’re a deadbeat boyfriend leaving me to do everything alone. baby, you have a job that you love, are amazing at, and that pays our bills. if that means i have to do the sheets, that’s okay.” 

“but you have a job too.”

“because i’m stupid and want to work. seriously hoon, don’t let these things bother you. you give me everything and more than i could ever ask for. we are in this together.” you were stroking his cheek at this point. seemingly satisfied with your response, he nuzzled into your hand, grateful for the comfort.

“are you feeling a little better at least?” you asked, voice patient and hopeful. he nodded and turned to kiss your palm, making you giggle a bit at the ticklish contact. he then shook his dark hair, damp locks lightly spraying you before suddenly pulling you out of bed.

“i’m feeling amazing and like i can take on the world…which includes these bedsheets! now get up so i can change them quickly and spend the rest of the day spoiling you with the love and affection you’ve been starved of.”

you wanted to argue with his statement and accuse him of tricking you out of bed, but knew you shouldn’t. you understood him more than anyone in the world, so you were going to give him this…even if the bed was really, really warm.

so you got up completely, choosing to stand closely in case you could help in any way. but his notorious stubbornness fought you off, gently swatting your hand any time you tried to pry the fitted sheet up.

“baby,” he scowled at you while holding a pillow, “just stand there and look pretty. let your big ol’ boyfriend take care of this for you.”

“big???” you almost saw the moon with how far you rolled your eyes. “your biceps grow half a millimeter and suddenly you–” before you could finish your statement, you felt the impact of the pillow to your face.

“hey!”

“that’s not what your stickers were saying whenever i sent gym selfies to you.”

damn, he got you there. you kept your mouth shut, glaring at his laughing silhouette while he continued to move about. choosing peace, you decided to let that go and finally take the chance to admire your boyfriend.

not only were his arms looking magnificent with every movement he made to change the sheets, but you could just tell how he poured his heart into everything he did. from the bedsheets to his career, he never half-heartedly did anything. he was humming their latest comeback song as he took on the folding of the fitted sheet, and his pride in his passion radiated off of every cell in his body. you were so proud of him, and you could feel your own body almost burst out of pure affection.

after a few minutes, the used sheets and pillowcases were all neatly in his arms, ready for the washer. you giggled a bit before speaking, “leave it to you to make even dirty sheets look clean. i’ll start setting up the new sheets.”

you could tell he wanted to argue, but he knew better.

while he got the washer running, you finished putting down your fluffiest comforter - you had bought it while he was away. you wanted him to have the best during the well-deserved time off he had.

“hoon!” you cheered excitedly when you saw him approaching the doorway. dragging him to sit down in the middle, “try out the new sheets! i bought them for when you came back!”

sunghoon ran his hands across it and patted them a few times for good measure. wordlessly, he grabbed you by the waist and settled your body between his legs. he hugged you loosely, yet lovingly, staring up at you with his chin on your torso.

“thank you, i love you.” such simple, yet meaningful words. you felt butterflies in every corner of your soul.

after a few more comforting seconds of him playing with the hem of your shirt, fingers lightly dancing across the skin that peeked out from under it, you decided to have a bit more fun. 

you quickly took his hands off your back and pushed him to lay back into the bed. you grabbed both sides of the comforter and wrapped him up in it. the best part of it all? he just let you do it, purposely laying limp with a big, curious grin on his face.

“there!” you exclaimed, jumping onto the blanket burrito that was your boyfriend, “now you’re trapped with me forever.”

“it’s not being trapped if i want to be here.” with only his face free, sunghoon smiled up at you, fangs practically piercing your heart with love. you became too flustered to speak, so you took revenge on him instead, planting kisses all over his face.

for a second, you thought he’d shy away a bit. but instead he stuck his head out even more, turning his face to give your lips more access to any piece of untouched skin. you took advantage and continued to give loud, happy pecks, your hands squishing his face. he was finally basking in the moment you had been begging him to all morning, happiness reaching the crinkles of his eyes.

yes, the eventual tour would come soon enough to steal him away. but for now, you were content. for now, this sunday morning was for just you and him.

[promptsbytaurie]

Character A gets hurt and thinks they'll be abandoned for it, but isn't directly stating it. Character B is trying to get them medical help, even as Character A is urging them to just leave already.

man, do i live for these kinds of asks. sorry about the late answer !! i hope you enjoy and have a very happy febuwhump <3

dialogue prompts for ~injury~ PART THREE!

"'m fine, I promise, 's just a scratch."

"You don't--you don't have to stay."

"I can make it out, go back."

"Just go, I'm alright, please."

"You need a doctor, now."

"....You think I'm gonna leave you here?"

"I want to help. Please."

"What hurts?" "...everything."

"Stop pushing me away! You're hurt!"

"I'm not worth it, go. Go!"

"You have to help the others."

"Leave, please, you need to leave."

"They need medical attention, don't let them push you away."

"I've had worse." "And that's why I'm angry."

"I'm not here because I'm being forced. I want to help you. Please let me."

"Why won't you let me help you?" "...because I don't deserve it."

"This is a waste of medical supplies."

"It's not bad, it's—it's not—"

"You do too much for me."

"I hate it when you're hurt."

"Let me lift you. Please. No! Someone help me lift them!"

"You deserve to be helped, I—who told you this?"

"You don't have to be alone."

"Let me do this for you."

"It's not a big deal, I'll live."

"They tried to push me away while they were actively bleeding out."

"'S not that much blood."

"I'm not weak." "I never said you were."

"Don't waste your time on me, are you kidding?"

"I just want you to be okay."

"I'll take care of you as much as you need. No matter what."

happy febuwhump, writers!!

[raven-cl]

For day 9's prompt for @stmarchmm, fake dating/courting!

You Wanna Piss Off Your Parents (Date Me to Scare Them)

WC: 3,201 | CW: none | Rating General Audience | Read on AO3

Eddie stared at the amount of money left in his account, finding it to be way too short of all the presents he was about to have to get in the incoming month. He hummed to himself thinking when Dustin threw his head over his shoulder, pausing his reading of the latest X-Men comic.

"What're you humming about?" he asked.

Sighing, the alpha just shook his head, "nothin, I'm just looking at my account right now. It's a little low for Christmas."

Dustin nodded his head in understanding, staring off in thought before brimming a bright smile, chirping, "why don't you do that boyfriend for his thing, but like if you wanna piss off your parents?"

Eddie looked at him with annoyed belief at the suggestion. "What?"

"You know how people will post up flyers saying they'll be a bad boyfriend for hire for a day at Thanksgiving when people are with their families? You should do that," the beta elaborated.

Scoffing, the alpha said, "that's stupid, I'm not gonna do something like that," moving to put his money related items away.

"Suit yourself, I'm telling you, you'll knock it out of the park with just your looks alone," Dustin sighed, closing his comic. Eddie threw him a glare, about to say something before the beta interrupted him to say, "I gotta go now though, I told the guys I'd go to the arcade with them."

And with that Dustin made his way out of the trailer, comic book in hand leaving Eddie alone with his thoughts.

Even though the beta had already left, and he was doing other things, the alpha couldn't get the suggestion out of his head, finally he decided that it was worth a shot, heading towards the library to go get his flyer printed out.

----------

Steve walked on the sidewalk stewing, having left the house when his parents showed up, particularly pissed off at the way they started picking apart his appearance and life choices again. He hated having to spend Thanksgiving with them, having to deal with them for a whole week and he was still a few days away from being free of them.

He paced while he waited for the crossing sign, wondering what the hell to do to get back at them, to do anything to annoy them as much as they annoyed him when a piece of paper stuck to the walkway caught his eye.

The title of the paper read "Mad at your parents? Hire me as your alpha to ruin Thanksgiving by being obnoxious!"and it immediately piqued his interest. The omega read it over, checking out everything the alpha said he'd do and his prices, noting the tier system he had for what he'd do for what price.

The most expensive package was set to 200 where'd be willing to be overbearing at dinner, act incredibly unsavory towards the customer in front of their parents and be an overall annoyance as much as they could. There was a number listed at the bottom that he assumed had to be the alpha and decided that he'd give him a call, that this would be the way he'd get back at his parents.

Choosing to let off some more steam before he went home, he walked around for a little while more, finally choosing to go home when his feet started to hurt and luckily managed to go back just as his parents were leaving.

Immediately he headed straight for the phones, picking it up and dialing the number that was written on the flyer that he'd seen. He listened to the dial tone, waiting for it to switch to a voice when someone finally picked up and answered, "'Munson residence."

"Hey, is this uh, the piss off your parents alpha?" Steve started, his voice unsure.

Quickly the voice confirmed, "oh yeah, that's me. You inviting me out?"

"Yeah, yeah I do, I wanna get the full package, the most expensive one," the omega told him.

"Okay, can do. I accept cash payment up front before we hangout with your parents," the alpha said. Continuing on his sentence, "are there anything specific you want or need when I show up?"

Shaking his head as if the man on the other end could see, he answered, "no not really, just don't dress like you're some super rich pretentious asshole."

The alpha hummed into the phone then asked, "m'kay sweetheart, what's the address I'm showing up to?"

Steve rattled off his address to him and they worked out the little details of the alpha coming, like time and parking. Once they were finished, the omega hung up and began counting the seconds until Thanksgiving came.

----------

Eddie drove his van up the street of Loch Nora, looking for the house number that he was told over the phone. When he finally found it, he pulled in to their driveway, parking right where he was told to. He looked around, slightly nervous but powering through it, opening his door and stepping out.

Swiftly though the front door opened and closed and he heard footsteps jogging against the concrete towards him. The alpha was greeted by a rather cute omega nearly as tall as he was, with fluffied brown hair and matching brown eyes, wearing a long sleeved polo with a button up underneath and jeans.

"Hey, so you're Eddie right?" the omega asked, looking at him up and down.

Nodding his head, "yup, that's me. You're Steve?"

Steve confirmed his name, checking him out from head to toe again stating, "wow, yeah you look great, they'll hate you."

The omega chuckled as he gawked at him, the alpha giving him a humored huff, glad Steve was apparently happy with the fact Eddie wore something he'd wear anywhere else. "Anything's okay? Nothing you want me to specifically not do?" he asked, checking one more time for good measure.

"Everything's fine, just nothing too over the top I guess? Be obnoxious, not too crass," Steve clarified before reaching into his pocket. "Oh, here you go by the way, before I forget," stretching out his hand for the alpha to take his money.

With a smile the alpha pocketed it, saying, "okay let's go then," and placed a hand on the omega's hip, right by his ass as they made their way up the steps.

On they way up the steps, he began scenting Steve enough that he had a faint scent of the alpha on him. Once they passed the threshold, he subtly took in the house, amazed at just how large it was inside and how much free space was inside. When they entered there was a couple walking around the house, an older male alpha and an equally as old female omega, who he assumed were the parents he was there to piss off.

"Hey so this is my alpha Eddie that I was telling you about," the omega said, ushering Eddie to shake their hands. "Eddie, these are my parents."

He could see the way both of his parents, breath stilled as they looked at him, the father staring intently for a second at the hand on his son's hip, but still reached both their hands out to shake his.

"Hey it's nice to meet you guys," Eddie said with a smile, choosing to go a rather casual way of getting them but nothing too informal.

He could see the way the mother had a bit of a strained smile and thought about what a joy it was gonna be to mess with them. They greeted him back and they stood there rather awkwardly for a moment before the older omega broke the tension by suggesting they head over to the dinner table.

"So… Eddie," the older alpha started with an emphasize on his name, "what do you do for a living?" he asked as they all got seated, the parents sitting next to each other while Steve sat next to Eddie.

"I work as a mechanic," he lied, answering him with a warm smile as he accepted his plate from the omega. The table was already set and he immediately began scooping mashed potatoes onto his plate before the omega's father could get a chance to.

He purposefully ignored the subtle incredulous stare he got from the older couple, although he did notice the way Steve was biting his cheek to keep from smiling. From the moment they met, the omega's scent was sweet, blooming happy vanilla sweet pheromones as he had gotten closer to the alpha.

It was cute and smelled delicious, and Eddie couldn't help but keep his scent matching his, even with the way he was purposefully getting on Steve's parents nerves.

After blinking away the shock at the sheer audacity and reaching for the spoons, the father asked, "are you in school?

"Nope, I'm just mainly working for right now," the alpha answered easily, carefully peering out the side of his eye to not make it obvious, watching as Steve was hiding his face while he served his own plate.

Not skipping a beat, the older omega asked, "do you ever plan on going to school for something, I don't know," taking a breath and looking around as if she was figuring out how to phrase her words, "for a grander job?"

"Maybe at some point, not right now for sure though," Eddie said, getting a quick glance from the both of them.

It was quiet for a while, neither parent apparently knowing what to say before Steve's mother quipped up, "so, where did you guys meet?"

"At the mechanic shop actually, I was the one working on his car," Eddie said, organizing the his plate to have a spot for the turkey.

"Oh, was there something wrong with his car that he just… hadn't told us about?" She questioned.

"No, nothin' like that, just getting a check up is all," he finished, looking up towards the turkey once he felt he had sufficient space.

Sighing, his mother huffed, "Steve, why don't you have some peas, they're not there for just decoration."

Taking a deep exasperated breath, the omega said back, "I've said I don't like them."

Rolling her eyes she meanly pointed out, "well at least your boyfriend isn't a picky eater," looking down at his plate that had a little bit of everything on it. From this close, he could smell the way Steve's scent slightly faltered. Hoping to cheer him up just a bit, he brushed their ankles together, sneaking in a look at him.

The older alpha held out his hand stopping Eddie even though he hadn't made a move at all, saying out loud to everyone although he knew he was specifically talking to him, "I'll be carving the turkey for us." The young alpha shared a small glance with the omega, a grin blooming on his face once he saw Steve was smiling about how his parents were clearly bothered.

As the omega's father started cutting into turkey, plating his wife's plate, Steve's mother asked the pair, "so how long have you two been going out?"

A smile still plastered on his face, he turned to look at the omega, not knowing how long they were supposed to be dating when Steve swiftly spoke up, answering, "just for a couple months."

"A couple months? And we're only hearing and meeting him now?" his father asked incredulous.

"Well it just never came up and I didn't know when to introduce you guys. Thanksgiving seemed as good of a time as any," the omega told him. That earned him an unapproving look from the older alpha but that was the last of it. Steve reached his plate over, letting his father plate it with the turkey. Once his was done, Eddie mimicked the motion, letting himself be served as well.

When everything was set, Eddie immediately began eating alongside Steve, shoving the food into his mouth without being too messy.

The mother looked at him for a minute with her brow furrowed before she began eating herself. She tried making conversation again, referring to the alpha, "so did you grow up around here?"

Eddie hummed an affirmative, "yeah I've been in Hawkins my whole life."

"So you went to the same school and everything as Steve here?" the older alpha quipped.

Nodding his head, "yup, I was just two years above him."

"Oh so you're older than he is?" she asked, looking over at him.

Once again he just hummed a confirmation, not answering them properly and he could see out the corner of his eye the way they were becoming more agitated with him.

"Are you planning on staying in Hawkins or do you plan on trying to move to a new city at some point?" his father asked, though with his tone it was starting to be more of an interrogation.

Casually, like he had no idea that he was annoying them, "uh, I'm just going with the wind y'know, going wherever it wants to take me." He could practically see the gears turning in the older alpha's head, forming a highly negative opinion about Eddie.

They ate in an awkward silence for a little bit, Steve and Eddie occasionally bumping their feet together want sharing pleased glances. After awhile, his parents foolishly tried again to make small talk. "Do you ever plan on courting of having children with our little Steve?" his father asked, gesturing towards the omega as he spoke.

"Oh I hope to pup your son someday," Eddie said with a smug grin, putting a hand that was clearly high up on the omega's thigh even from their obscured view on the other side of the table.

Nervously chuckling the older omega said, "don't do anything too hasty," shifting her eyes back and forth from Eddie and her son's now flushed face.

"Don't worry I won't do anything too untoward until I've courted him proper and we're together" and it was obvious that his mother did not like that, not with the way her eye slightly twitched at his implication that they'd still be doing things before being tied down together. The older alpha also gave him a disapproving look, lightly tapping his fork against his plate.

They left it at that, finally deciding that it just wasn't worth it trying to talk to him anymore, eating in silence. Soon after they finished their meal, all of them getting up once everyone was done. Eddie grabbed his plate, planning on taking it to the sink only to have it taken from him by Steve's mother.

He put his hand back on Steve's waist, watching as the omega's parents walked around. Steve guided him back into the main room where they stood, waiting for his parents to finish up so the alpha could leave as per their agreement.

It didn't take long for the married couple to come meet them, both of their postures tense as they stared the alpha down.

"Okay, well I think I gotta get out of here, gotta making stuff everything's alright at home with my uncle y'know?" the alpha said with a grin, stroking Steve's side before giving it a few pats.

His parents nodded and Eddie reached out his hand towards them to shake it, waiting for one of them to take it up before he said, "it was nice to meet the both of you."

"Same to you," the older alpha gritted out, settinghis hands on his hips as he waited for the Eddie to leave.

Looking over to Steve who was glancing at the three of them, he finally spoke up, "I'm gonna walk him out," pulling at him. The pair turned on their heel and walked out the door, strolling down the driveway.

"Oh my god, did you see they faces?" Steve giggled, "man they couldn't stand you, I'm sure they're glad the both of us are outside right now."

The alpha laughed with him, letting his touch linger longer than he needed to on his waist, still keeping a warm hand on it. The alpha moved to stand in front of him, about to make his way to the driver's side when he noticed a movement in the window.

"By the way, Steve, don't look now but your parents are standing right in the window staring at us," he told him, keeping a subtle eye on what they were doing.

"Holy shit, no way they're watching us right now," the omega huffed, rolling his eyes though he was still smiling.

Giving him an amused look Eddie asked, "you wanna seal the deal? Make em really think we're together?"

A blush spread brightly across the omega's cheek and he thought he was the cutest thing, happy when Steve agreed to it. The alpha cradled the omega's face before leaning in to kiss him, checking to make sure his parents were still watching when they pulled back. Sure enough they were though they quickly left and he smirked, finally bidding Steve goodbye and driving all the way home, slightly mourning the fact that he'd probably never get to see Steve again.

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"Who was the person you went out with anyways?" Dustin asked, as he watched Eddie sew on a patch on his jacket.

"Some little rich omega named Steve," Eddie answered, focused on pulling the needle through the denim material.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, he lives on Loch Nora," the alpha replied, holding back the jacket to check how much he had left to do.

You went out with my fucking babysitter?!" that caused the alpha to look up from his planning, staring at him with wide eyes, the beta staring at him with an equal expression.

"Steve?? Steve is your babysitter? Tall, brown hair, lotta moles?" Eddie asked, gesturing to his body.

"Yes, that's him!" the beta exclaimed, pausing and squinting his eyes before asking, "did you like him?

His tongue got stuck in his throat before he managed to cough out, "yeah I thought he was really cute."

"Do you wanna date him? He's looking for an alpha he's just bad at flirting," Dustin said bluntly, watching the alpha for an answer.

"I mean- yeah, okay sure. I'd love to take him on a date, a proper one this time. Where I'm not… Trying to just upset his parents," Eddie replied honestly.

Nodding his head, he replied, "okay it's settled then, you guys are going out then."

"Hold on, how do you even know he wants to go out with me?" the alpha asked puzzled, looking up with a confused look on his face.

Shrugging like it was nothing, the beta told him, "well he mentioned that he met an alpha he likes but doubts he'll meet again and you're the only alpha he was with recently so. It has to be you."

At those words, the small grin began spreading on the alpha's face, Steve liked him and liked him enough to hangout again but didn't want to ask. Knowing that the beta was not going to let this go, Eddie continued sewing patches on his jacket, knowing soon enough he'd be meeting the omega again to have a date proper.

[mrsjellymunson]

Something Old, Something New

Written for the @steddiemicrofic January challenge prompt ‘new’ || WC target: 517 || Rating: M || CW: very brief and vague allusion to sex, self-doubt, sentiment, fluff || Tags: nervous!Eddie Munson, background Steve Harrington, Wayne Munson, very background Al Munson

OLD

Eddie reaches into the collar of his shirt and runs his fingertips along the tarnished chain. It’s his old guitar pick necklace, the one he was wearing the day they met. He remembers how Steve asked about it, nervously. How he fiddled with it when they first spent time alone. How it swung over his face and chest when they finally—

“How are you doing? Really?”

Eddie looks away from the hotel mirror to regard his uncle. He tries to sound confident, but his voice cracks a little.

“I’m fine, honestly. You’re here, my friends are all here. It doesn’t get much better than that, right?”

NEW

“You look good, son.”

Eddie turns.

“Thanks, Wayne. But honestly, I think this suit is doing most of the work.”

He fusses in front of the mirror again, smoothing the black fabric and adjusting his tie for the dozenth time.

“Steve insisted I go to the same tailor he used, but also get something that was really me. I dunno though, I feel like a penguin.”

Wayne tries to quash Eddie’s self-doubt, which is clearly about more than the suit.

“Listen, I know you’re not used to someone taking care of you like this. But he’s good for you. He’s helping you to see your worth. And you’re good for him too. You keep him grounded, and will always remind him of how much he’s loved.”

Eddie gives him a thin-lipped smile.

BORROWED

Wayne clears his throat as he reaches inside his jacket. Pulling out a worn velvet box, he murmurs,

“I wanted you to have this, for today.”

Eddie takes it, a confused look on his face. He’s seen it at the back of Wayne’s closet, but never asked what it was.

He lifts the lid to reveal a watch, clearly antique. Gold or brass, he neither knows nor cares; it’s beautiful.

“It was your grandfathers. I managed to hide it, keep it from, well, you know…”

Eddie frowns and nods. Had his father known about this he would’ve pawned it without a moment’s thought.

Eddie places it on his wrist as his uncle fastens the clasp.

“I got the strap altered for ya. Had to measure one of those darned leather bracelets one day when you were in the shower. I felt like a goddamned secret agent’r somethin’.”

Eddie snorts as his uncle shakes his head.

He regards himself in the mirror again. The suit, the watch. He stands a little taller, a little straighter. Maybe Wayne’s right? He can do this. He deserves this.

BLUE

He glances out the window to where Steve’s baby-blue pick-up truck sits gleaming in the parking lot.

The Party’s decorated it with white satin ribbons, soda cans on string, and ‘Just Wed’ on the rear window in chalk marker. Eddie makes out geometric shapes, and wonders who suggested drawing D&D dice instead of hearts.

Wayne checks in one more time.

”You sure you’re okay, son?”

Eddie looks at his uncle and nods assertively, smiling.

“Definitely. It’s a new beginning. I’m marrying the love of my life, and I couldn’t be happier.”

A/N: You could take this literally, where the Something Old is Eddie’s necklace and/or the heirloom watch, and the Something New is his new suit and/or Steve’s pick-up. Or, you might prefer that Something Old is Eddie’s lingering self-doubt, and Something New is his burgeoning self-confidence and self-worth, or their new beginning, as they step into their new life together. Or you might pick both, or something different, it's entirely up to you.

A/N2: I initially wrote this to imply Eddie was getting ready to read the eulogy at Steve’s funeral, only to pull an abrupt switcheroo near the end. But quite frankly I couldn’t bring myself to write anything sad right now, even if it did end happily, as I think we all need cheering up given current world events.

And in case anyone’s interested, here’s the meaning behind the old rhyme:

“The Old English [Victorian era] rhyme is all about good luck charms, "Something Olde (symbolizes continuity), Something New (offers optimism for the future), Something Borrowed (represents borrowed happiness), Something Blue (purity, love and fidelity), and a Sixpence (maybe a 5 cent piece) in your Shoe (prosperity).”

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.6 K Warnings: semi-smut? PG-13 Prompt: What will Sirius think? This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.Proofread by Lovely @aremuslupinsimp

The innocent life, the innocent touch is never enough For the ones who love, the ones who love The ones who love

“Wait, are you serious?” he asked in disbelief. The way his lips turned slightly up when he asked was telling enough. He wants this too. 

“No, you are Sirius,” you responded, not resisting the temptation to tease him. 

He almost scoffed at that, but pulled you into a hug and raised you up just slightly from how tight he was hugging you, then as if something else came into his mind he let you down and turned to you, “We need to talk to Remus.” 

“Remus already knows,” you replied with a smile and walked towards the door, opening it for Remus to walk inside. He had James’ cloak neatly folded under one of his arms. “He was also a little reluctant to tell the truth, but once he did we both understood that we love you, and that we love each other, and that nothing would make us happier than that.” 

Sirius looked at both of you almost too shocked to speak. It was as if seeing Remus in the room along with you took the entire ordeal into another dimension. From a delusional dream to an awake frenzy, from a fantasy only proper of his secret thoughts to reality. You were looking at him with a calm smile and Remus was looking at him with a sort of hopeful gaze that made his heart hammer against his chest. 

“Is it– is it true?” 

“What is?” Remus asked. 

“You like her? In the same way that you like me?” 

Remus nodded, almost feeling sorry about it, he never thought he’d be admitting that to anybody, let alone to Sirius. 

Sirius gulped, he could barely grapple with the idea of one of you loving him, and yet the two people in front of him were telling him they did. Not only that they loved him but they wanted him, and not as a friend, but as a lover. Sirius had been both abhorred and wanted before; by his mother, by the girls he’d been with, by his friends and by his enemies, but he’d never been wanted like the two of you wanted him. Or at least he had never wanted anyone back in the way he wanted you. Of that he was certain.

His eyes watered as he turned to you, almost checking on you, as if you really were okay with everything that was happening, there seemed to be no doubt in your eyes, but he still slumped down onto the floor, his knees bent and hiding his face on his knees as he sobbed, and… laughed? 

You turned to Remus, and you exchanged a second long look before the two of you leaned down on the floor, one on each side of Sirius.

“Hey,” you said softly. “What is it?” 

“I can’t believe it,” Sirius muttered. “Is this some kind of joke? Are you trying to get back at me for falling in love with him?” He turned to Remus, something akin to anger and betrayal as he looked at him. “Did she put you up to this?” 

You frowned and placed your hand on his chin as you softly made him turn to face you, “Would I ever do something like that to you?” you asked him softly, he pouted in response. He knew you would never do such a thing, but even if you wouldn’t do it, he still thought he deserved it. He deserved to be punished for breaking your precious heart. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, Remus was now touching him too, he had his hand on Sirius’ back, slowly rubbing circles near his neck in the same way he’d used to relax you earlier. 

“Sirius, it’s all true, we both like you,” Remus reassured. “And we like each other too.” 

“But it’s… not possible, too good to be true,” Sirius retorted. “You cannot, it’s impossible…” 

You and Remus exchanged another look.  He nodded, as if he knew exactly what you meant, “Sirius, do you not like the both of us?” you asked as you leaned to him, enough to press a kiss to his temple. 

“Yes…” 

“Then why can’t we like you and each other?” Remus asked as he too leaned closer, not quite kissing Sirius, but close enough for Sirius to feel his breath against his neck. It was as unnerving and enticing as yours. 

“Because I’m broken, and I’m sick, and I’m a terrible person and you’re both the best people I know!” 

You laughed at that, but Remus beat you to speak, “I was crushing on my best friend and on her girlfriend for months, I’m far from good.” 

“I left while you begged me to stay because I was too scared of dealing with my own problems, Sirius. I’ve done more damage than good.” That last phrase came from a place more hidden than the rest of your words. Both boys noticed. 

“Étoile,” Sirius reproached. 

“I’m trying to fix that now, though.” You cut them both out before either decided to change the subject. “Who cares if we’re all broken? We’d still have each other.” 

“And you’re both willing to share?” Sirius asked. 

“And you?” Remus retorted. Although Remus knew Sirius had never shown an inch of jealousy towards the closeness the two of you shared. 

“I think it would be kind of hot, frankly,” he said with the smallest of smirks. 

“Pervert,” you reproached playfully and moved your hand to shove him, but he instead pulled on your hand and manoeuvred you onto his lap. 

“But you love me anyway,” he retorted, his smirk growing as he did. Remus was so close to the two of you, you could feel his chest almost behind your back, “I’ve missed you Étoile,” he said honestly. 

“We both did,” Remus said afterwards, trying not to feel excluded, you both noticed. Sirius turned to him with a smile, before leaning down and whispering something in your ear, Remus didn’t hear it, even as he tried, he suspected Sirius had used some kind of silencing magic.

“You should definitely do it,” you responded with a smirk that almost perfectly mirrored his own.

Remus knew, almost in an instant, that he had gotten himself into mischief by confessing his love to the two of you, shameless flirts, he didn’t even know how his heart would survive the flips and turns from–

His train of thought was interrupted when Sirius placed one of his hands on the nape of his neck and pulled Remus into a kiss. It was a soft, and yet rather demanding kiss, much hungrier than the first kiss he’s given you. You whistled and cheered as the two of them kissed. Sirius was trying to hold back the smile from your contagious laugh as he deepened the kiss. 

Remus Lupin was far too gone, taken into oblivion by Sirius’ lips to be distracted by your gleeful teasing. The Lethe was on his lips, and he would happily drown on them. He moved one of his hands to Sirius’ face and deepened the kiss, he was sitting on his calves as he leaned closer to accommodate Sirius better. Meanwhile, you tried to slide down to give them some space, but Sirius grabbed onto your wrist to stop you from sliding entirely, now it was your back that rested on Sirius’s lap. He seemed almost desperate because he couldn’t kiss you both at the same time. You smirked as you looked up at them, your heart only filled with warmth as you saw them give each other that long-desired kiss.

Sirius loved the way Remus kissed him, as much as he loved the way you did. Of course, they were different, you were softer, your lips were more supple, and your movements were a lot more fluid, Remus was demanding and hard, but both kisses made his stomach flip, and both kisses enraptured him completely. The jarring differences only fueled his desire to have the two of you. 

And he did! He had the two of you as if that wasn’t the craziest thing to ever happen on this earth. He had gotten lucky enough to fall in love with two people at the same time, and rather than ending in tragedy, as such loves were meant to, the revelation of his longings had become, after some torturous days, one of the best decisions of his life.  

He never thought he’d be kissing his best friend while the other held his hand so tenderly, and here he was, losing himself to Remus’ touch as he used your hand to keep himself grounded. Remus tasted of the chocolate he’d given him on the train. He initially thought the taste was nice, but it was nothing compared to getting it from his lips. There was something magical about the way Remus kissed him, tender and yet demanding; as if saying a thousand words without having to speak any of them. He knew instantly that there was no other way things could have gone, he was meant to fall for the two of you, from the very start. 

When they finally pulled apart, they stared at each other for a few seconds before they turned to look at you, head comfortably laid on Sirius’ lap and a teasing grin adorning your lips. 

“What?” Sirius asked, with a diverted smile, “You want one too? I’m sure Moony here would be delighted–” he got a slap on the shoulder from Remus before he continued speaking.

You shrugged, “I was just thinking,” you said casually, grin unfaltering. “What words did you use? Kind of hot? Was it?” Sirius raised his eyebrow at you while Remus cleared his throat. 

“Little Witch–” 

“No, no, allow me to speak,” you intervened. “It was,” you finished with a shrug. 

Remus’ cheeks tinted a light shade of pink, almost matching Sirius’ swollen lips. You thought they both looked far more than enticing. 

“Who's the pervert now?” Sirius retorted. 

You eyed Remus, there was a twinkle of mischief in both of your eyes, as if you silently agreed to something, “Still you,” the two of you replied at the same time. 

Sirius huffed in return, “Will you always team up like this to tease me?” 

“Only when I’m not teaming up with you to tease him,” you retorted, still smiling. Remus smiled and leaned a hand over your head, gently playing with your hair as he looked at you. He hadn’t seen you as happy in a long time, and he loved that he and Sirius were the reason for your excellent humour. He wondered if there was a way to keep you perfectly safe and happy forever. If both Sirius and himself had such an ability and positive influence on you when they were around, then they should never leave your side. 

“Come ‘er,” Sirius said as he pulled you into his lap again, leaning over to kiss you now. His kiss was softer, almost as if he was making sure not to use the same force he was using on Remus. But it was nonetheless demanding, or hungry. One kiss turned into another and suddenly you were devouring each other’s lips. You almost instinctively turned yourself over, now straddling him as you deepened the kiss. 

You could taste Remus on his lips, you thought it was delightful to be able to kiss both of them, that’s when you figured the hand on your back was not Sirius’, but rather, it was Remus the one who rubbed soft circles, in the way he knew was always relaxing to you. You gave him a side glance, paying close attention to his expression. He seemed to be awfully comfortable with Sirius being all clingy of you after kissing him so passionately. Perhaps it was never hurt what you saw in his eyes after Sirius and you showed affection to each other, but rather, it was longing. Because now that he knew he could lean over and kiss either of you without upsetting anyone, he seemed happy with the way Sirius would –almost literally– manhandle you to his heart’s content. 

You pulled back from Sirius’s kiss with a smile and leaned over to take the other boy’s head in your hands and pull him over to kiss you. Remus seemed surprised by the abruptness of your actions, but he didn’t pull back, instead, he leaned closer. Almost instantly his lips were moving on yours. His eyes fluttered as he kissed you. He could barely believe he had kissed Sirius less than a minute ago, and now your lips were on his, eager to discover everything he had to offer. 

Perhaps he had fallen asleep on the train and this was just a fiction of his delirious imagination. But it couldn’t have been, not with the way you were kissing him, your lips had never felt like that in his dreams, let alone in his imagination. 

Somehow it was more comfortable, you were warmer, softer and even more indulging than he imagined you would be. You brushed your tongue over his bottom lip and he was almost too quick and eager to please you by parting his lips for you to find your way in. Your lips were as bewitching as Sirius’, but somehow you were sweeter, like honey or syrup, while Sirius’ were more like dark chocolate. Both so addicting that he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stop kissing either of you. Not unless he was kissing the other.

The kiss was quick to heat up, the ballet of your tongues becoming even more demanding than before, Remus was still softer with you than he’d been with Sirius, but there was a roughness, and a hunger transmitted with each of his movements that it no longer felt like a simple, innocent Nutcracker kiss, but rather it carried with it the salaciousness and debauchery of Carmen. 

Remus grabbed onto your waist, his hands brushing against Sirius’ for a moment as he tried to pull you into him, but Sirius was quicker to hold you in place, almost having you grind against his leg from the sudden movement. You felt yourself pulsing at the mere suggestion of such a movement. Meanwhile, Sirius leaned closer to Remus, tired of just watching propped kisses from his jaw, to his ear. “Stay here,” Sirius beckoned to him. It wasn’t an order, it was a suggestion. “I’m loving the view,” he added salaciously. Remus didn’t stop kissing you, but his hands on your waist tightened. “I’ll make it worth it,” he said then and leaned in to give an open-mouth kiss to Remus’ neck, sucking and smiling at the way Remus’ grip on your waist faltered when his teeth grazed over the delicate skin. 

That’s when you felt Remus moan into your lips. You were tempted to tease him over it, but then you realised it had been Sirius who pulled out that moan from him and your competitive nature took over, enticing you to deepen the kiss, leaning closer to Remus while Sirius tightened his grip on your waist yet again. You knew he wasn’t doing it out of jealousy, but his determination to keep you close as you kissed his best friend right in front of his face only fueled your fire. 

You bit Remus’ lower lip as you pulled back for air, only a second before you hungrily returned to kiss him, the kiss almost so abrupt he pulled back, his head bumping into Sirius’ who laughed in return, and then pressed one of his hands to Remus back to drag him closer to the two of you again. 

The three of you were so enraptured in the kiss that the steps walking up the stairs and towards your door faded into the rest of the background noise of kids unpacking and preparing their things for the next day. In fact, it wasn’t until the door was suddenly opened that the three of you stopped kissing each other and turned to look at the intruder.

“What the bIoody– Did I just see Moony and Vixen kiss?” James asked, absurdly loud once the door shut behind him. 

The three of you had paled. The heat of the moment dissolved like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over you.

“There’s a perfectly good explanation for this,” Sirius said, you were still straddling him, and you weren’t sure leaving the place was a good idea, not when you were perfectly hiding the tent on Sirius’ pants from James’ view. 

“Really?” James asked in disbelief. 

“Turns out we had a crush on Moony,” Sirius said as he pointed at you and him. Then he threw an accusing finger at the other boy, “Moony had a crush on us.” 

James looked slightly confused as he took in the information and allowed it to process in his brain. The more he thought about it, the more he realised– “So this is what your fireplace dilemma was about?” He said as he looked at you, you merely shrugged. “I guess it makes sense,” he said as he nodded in agreement and sat on the floor a few feet from you, to Sirius’ mortification. Remus, who was more used to controlling his excitement, had simply pulled his jumper down a little. 

“Wait, it does?” Remus asked with a frown. 

“I mean, did you ever see Moony around the two of you? And I mean Moony, not Remus. I thought it was a dog thing but” –James shrugged– “It makes sense.” 

“You’re not weirded out in the slightest?” You said then.

“Why would I be?” 

“Because we like boys?” Sirius said, “Because we like each other?”

“What do you mean ‘because we like boys?!’” James asked, confused. “Don’t we all?” 

“Now, that’s a very forward way of thinking, Prongsie,” you said. 

He frowned at you, and then turned to Sirius, “Is that why you were ignoring me, and shutting me out? You didn’t want me to know?” 

“I wasn’t–”

“You were,” James retorted. 

Sirius huffed. “We couldn’t tell you why Vixen left, because then you’d know I liked Remus and that she left because she thought she was stopping us from being together…” 

“Have none of you seen how you cuddle each other?” James asked, almost diverted. “I mean, I sometimes felt shot out because of it, and then Peter said it was a dog thing –damn Peter– I knew I was onto something!” 

“James, are you saying–” you started.

“I could have told you guys were into each other weeks ago!” He retorted. “Bunch of idiots,” he mouthed. He then sighed, “Actually I’m kind of relieved, I thought Sirius was changing me for Remus, but I’m glad it was a crush, not that he wanted a new best friend.” 

“I would never replace you, Prongs!”  Sirius reproached. You threw Remus a look, both thinking the same thing: Was that how dramatic you three had been? 

James smiled satisfied, “I can tell, you were just horny for the werewolf.” 

You couldn’t hold the laugh that escaped your lips after that. Let alone when Sirus tilted his head in reproach as he stared at you, and when you noticed Remus’ ears had turned red, you couldn’t stop the second wave of giggles.

“Glad someone finds this funny,” Sirius said sarcastically.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said as you tried to hold back the stream of laughs that threatened to leave your mouth again. “It’s just, I mean… Aren’t we all?” 

“Just the two of you, I promise,” James said as he shook his head, not even being able to fathom the idea of liking Remus like that. Not to say he wasn’t attractive, James wasn’t blind. But he was far too tall for James to be into him. He liked smaller men, except for Sirius, Sirius was too Sirius for him to ever consider him anything other than a brother.

You laughed again and smiled. “Does this mean you’re not fighting anymore?” 

“What’s that song from Lennon say? Don't make war, make love?” Sirius retorted with a smile and got a hit from Remus on the side who was now hiding his face in between his hands. 

“You’re flustering him more,” you reproached, but not because you felt bad for Remus. No, you did it because you knew your statement would only make him even more flustered.

“You know, my parents hung out with a male Veela for a while. He lived at our house and everything, I think they were together for a while…” James said thoughtfully.  And then turned to the three of you. “Is this gonna be a one-time thing?” 

“NO!” the three said at the same time. Wait, did he say male Veela? you wondered.

“Male Veela? Do you mean Misha?” Sirius frowned. 

 You eyed Remus who shrugged confused. 

“Yeah, he was actually with them that first Christmas you spent in my house, wasn’t he?” 

“Are you saying Effie and Monty were fucking Uncle Misha?” Sirius asked with what looked like a traumatised frown. You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. You actually moved from his lap, sitting between him and Remus now that Sirius wasn’t as excited. 

“I once saw them kissing,” James said with a shrug, as if it were the most normal thing. “If it’s not a one-time thing, does that mean you’re all dating? Like a three-way relationship?” 

“Well–” you started and then closed your mouth. “I think we– we haven’t actually defined what we are yet…” 

“And you were about to shag? Are you guys stupid?” James asked, scandalised. “Don’t even respond,” he added when he saw Sirius open his mouth to sass something at him. “You know it’s already complicated to be in a relationship with two people right? How much more complicated do you think that’s gonna become by adding a third one? You need to talk.” 

You were actually speechless after that, James was right, you were making out with each other without even thinking of boundaries. What if Remus didn’t like being kissed while he kissed you? What if you didn’t like being on Sirius’ lap while you kissed someone else? Although, I’m pretty sure we both liked that quite a lot… 

“I could ask mum and dad how they–” 

“Please don’t!” Sirius intervened. “Effie and Monty don’t need to know about this… yet.” 

“I think it would be better for us to figure out what the hell we are before we go public,” Remus added, as he moved his hand over yours. 

James smiled when he noticed the small gesture and stood up, “I’m gonna go.” 

“Thanks,” Sirius said. 

“But you have to talk before you shag–” he warned. 

“Prongs!” Remus complained and you laughed. James just winked his way and walked out of the door. 

“That went–” Sirius started.

“Not that bad for it to be the first person that finds out,” Remus completed, then he sighed. “He’s not wrong though, we should probably talk first.” 

You laughed, hiding your head in your legs. “What?” Sirius asked as he looked at you. Your laugh was something in between nervous and diverted. 

“Nothing, sorry. I just- horny for the werewolf,” you said and laughed again, so brightly you ended up letting yourself fall back until you were lying on the floor. 

Both boys looked at you with an amused smile, before they eyed each other. “Right, very horny for the werewolf,” Sirius said as he leaned in to press a short kiss on Remus’ cheek, then he turned around and rested his head on your stomach. Remus did the same, his head just beside Sirius’, a little lower on your torso. 

“This is nice,” you said now that your laughter had subdued. Both boys hummed in response. 

“We’re a thing then?” Sirius asked. 

“A thing like what?” Remus quipped.

“Ménage à trois,” you said. “Has to be.” Sirius hummed in agreement.

“I don’t speak French,” Remus complained, a trace of annoyance in his voice.

“Right, you speak Gaelic, Mo chailleachan àlainn,” you said with a smirk. He turned to you with a gasp. “You know, it was Hope the one that called me àlainn in your house, Beag Gille,” you teased him with his own nickname. “I didn’t understand why she would insult me and that’s when I found out–”

“What, Étoile?” Sirius asked. 

“Àlainn is not an insult, it means beautiful, lovely, splendid… “

“Wait! You weren’t insulting us back then?” Sirius asked as he turned to look at Remus, his nose was so close it brushed against the other boy’s cheek as he tried to cover his face with his hands.

“Oh he was,” you retorted. “Chailleachan was the insult.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Fools,” you replied knowingly. “I checked the dictionary in your house,” you replied. “Someone” –you looked at Remus– “had stolen the page for àlainn by the time I looked though.” 

“He was calling us Beautiful Fools? That was months ago!” 

You hummed, and Remus groaned in response. “What have I done to deserve this type of torture.” 

“You fell in love with two Beautiful Fools,” Sirius retorted with a teasing grin. 

“Perhaps I deserve it then,” he sighed. And then turned around to look at Sirius. “What’s a ménage à trois?” 

“Home of three,” you said with a smile. 

The boys and you discussed the relationship for at least an hour after that, from how things would be to boundaries and limits. The three of you spoke, giving your thoughts and input while one said something that the other agreed or disagreed with. You started playing with Sirius’ hair at some point and Remus stole one of your hands to play with your palms and fingers as he often did after the full moon.

Although you went through rather in-depth conversations on how you’d keep the dynamic the gist was simple: 

Remus was not just some additional thing you and Sirius would play with sometimes, he was in this relationship, for the good and the bad. Both you and Sirius wanted him like you wanted each other, which was as terrifying as thrilling. Love was already a fragile thing, a balance so delicate that it was like walking on a high wire. And while neither of you was entirely sure how to navigate these new waters, you knew one thing for certain: You wanted to do it together.

Therefore, it was three and not two in the boat, and it would be three and not two, the ones that ensured smooth sailing. But no more. Neither of you was interested in an open relationship, you loved seeing Sirius kiss Remus, but you were certain your bIood would boil if you ever saw him kiss anyone else. It was the same for both boys, they were willing to share you and the other, but only with each other and you. 

That didn’t mean two could never have fun without the third. The three of you agreed that you could kiss, cuddle, and “stuff” (not even Sirius was brave enough to clarify what “stuff” was back then) with each other even if the other wasn’t in the room. And you didn’t have to ask anyone’s permission for it either. Remus had asked rather shyly if he had to ask for Sirius’ permission before kissing you the next time and you retorted with, “Wouldn’t that mean you have to ask for mine to kiss Sirius? Nobody owns me!” 

Remus realised just seconds after how stupid his question had been and whispered, “No need for that then…” 

“Nobody asks for permissions,” Sirius said. “Except if we’re playing…” he added with a smirk which got him a hair pull from your side and a pinch from Remus’. “Oi, no need to be so aggressive!” he retorted while laughing. 

Regardless of the slightly archaic implications of Remus’ original question, you all thought it was actually a legitimate one –only if it went both ways and not only one– and had to discuss that at length too. No, nobody owned anybody, and you could all show affection to each other as much as you pleased, unless anyone, at any point, mentioned that something made them uncomfortable. None of you knew what you were getting yourselves into, hence most of the clauses had to be left a little open, that way you could get a feel of the relationship, what you liked and what you didn’t. 

“We could probably ask Ricchie how he dealt with it?” 

“And tell a ghost?” Remus asked in disbelief. “You want the entire school to find out?” 

“Ricchie is trustworthy,” you retorted. “Besides, he knew about us before we did. He always teased me by telling me I was going to meet my ‘boyfriends’, plural. He meant the two of you.” 

“Is that what we are now?” Remus asked hesitantly. 

“Want a different term?” you asked. “Lover?” 

“Partner?” Offered Sirius. 

“Fancy Man? Doxy?” 

“Concubine?” Sirius was smirking when he said the last one. 

Remus figured out, a little late, you were both teasing him. “Fuck off,” he said with a smile. “You didn’t even let me enjoy the new title without turning me into your concubine.” 

You laughed, your stomach shaking, making both boys’ heads bob up and down a little. Remus never thought feeling someone laugh would be as delightful as it was. His head in your stomach, right next to Sirius’, felt like home, like a safe place, like he was meant to be there. 

“But, Rem, you’d be the most precious of concubines!” You teased further.

“Yeah, Moony, out of the concubines you’d be the favourite,” Sirius added. 

“Maybe you’re just Chailleachan,” he sighed. 

“Whoever believed Vixen and I are not beautiful would have to be blind!” 

“And terribly haughty at that…” Remus added with a smile. “Let’s just keep the first one…” 

“I’m quite fond of lovers, actually,” Sirius retorted thoughtfully. “It’s a lot more… romantique. Ça ressemble à mes amours, ou mes cœurs. Les amantes…” he sighed “Oui, romantique.” 

“I can be your lover and Remus’ girlfriend,” you said with a shrug, “frankly giving a title feels like overkill. Do we need one when we know what we feel for each other?” 

“Titles are not for us, Starshine, they’re for the rest. So they know we’re committed to the other.”

“The others?” Remus asked. “We’ll make it public?” 

“It’s not like we’re going to announce it to everyone, but I don’t think we should have to hide it either. What if I ever want to kiss Remus in the middle of the hallway?” 

“And be openly bisexual?” Remus asked, a little scandalised.

You took in a breath and let out a long puff of air, “They’d probably call me a slut too…” 

“Does that mean no kisses in the hallway?” Sirius asked and Remus sighed. His hand now playing with your nails, you could tell he was getting anxious over the whole thing. 

“How about, only when nobody’s around?” you offered.

“Would you be okay with that, Moons?” Sirius asked as he turned to his new lover. 

“With your kisses? Anytime.” Remus responded smoothly and Sirius almost choked with his own tongue. Remus had never flirted with him before. A boy had never flirted with him before. And it was as thrilling as it was disarming. 

“And you call us tease,” you said as you looked at the way Sirius averted his gaze, he looked absolutely adorable when he got shy, especially because it wasn’t something either of you saw often. 

“What about our friends?” Sirius asked. “James knows, will Peter know too? I’m not sure how long we’ll be able to keep it from him… I mean we’re roommates.” 

“He might not notice,” you said with a shrug, “He’s been quite distracted lately.” 

“I’m sure he’ll notice if Sirius kisses me in the morning like he does with you.” 

“We can say it’s a dog thing,” Sirius offered.

“Peter’s not stupid!” Remus retorted, which got a sceptical look from Sirius who didn’t actually think Peter was stupid, but who didn’t consider him nearly as clever as any of his other friends. 

“We tell him then,” Sirius said with a shrug. “You’re okay with that, Starshine?” 

“Of course, Peter’s my friend too,” you said thinking of that time when you were both locked under a rock and Wormtail didn’t let you sleep, too scared you wouldn’t wake up if you did. “Can we tell Lily? The girls?” 

“You think they’d understand?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah,” you retorted confidently. “Also…” you added hesitantly, “Tom and Minho kind of know already.” 

“What?” Both boys asked as they turned to look at you. Remus seemed anxious and Sirius seemed a little irritated.

“Minho found me at Hogsmeade today. He saw how upset I was and he brought me along to the three broomsticks.” 

“You were ignoring us, but you went with him?” Sirius complained.

“Sirius,” Remus chided as he nodded for you to continue your story.

“It was thanks to Tom that I figured I liked Rem, more than a friend, I mean. Even then, I would have wallowed in my self-pity if Minho hadn’t mentioned that he liked me back.” 

“You’re telling me we owe it to them that we’re together?” Sirius asked with a diverted scoff. “To think I was jealous of Tom and you being so close for a while, I never thought I’d have to thank him for this.” 

“It’s very mature of you to admit it,” Remus teased.

“Shut up, Moony.”

“Shut me up, Padfoot.” 

Sirius turned to Remus with a shocked expression and stared at him for a second as if trying to decide whether that had been a joke or if he was being serious.  

You just laughed at the interaction, Remus had definitely read too many romance books. “You should get him a gift basket,” you teased Sirius further, having him turn to you with a confused gaze as Moony threw a wink your way, which had you laughing a little more. “Is it dinner time yet?” you asked. 

Remus turned to look at the clock, “Yeah, they should be serving it by now.” 

“Wanna go? I’m kind of starving,” you complained with a sigh. “Don’t skip meals for 2 days straight, boys,” you joked, realising too late, that neither of them would have found that information as funny. 

“You what?” Sirius asked sitting up to look at you with a concerned expression. 

“I… well– I didn’t really feel like eating much,” you admitted. Remus had seen your appetite diminish and fluctuate back at his cottage. He’d seen you eat less breakfast after a bad night, and eat more when you were in a better mood, but he didn’t expect you to completely forgo eating while you were gone. 

“What the hell were you doing those two days?” Sirius asked. “You shouldn’t have left!” 

You sighed, not finding a good argument to contradict his. “Little Witch, you said you’d tell Sirius and I what happened once we solved this issue.” 

You closed your eyes, you were sure this moment would come, and while you weren’t eager to talk about the mirror, that now felt like an eternity ago even if it had just been a couple of hours since (about 9, you realised after looking at the clock). But you knew it had to be done, and so, you started to tell them all that had happened, from the broken chair, to how hard the fire had been to turn on, to James’ letter –although you omitted the alcohol he gave you– the bottle you broke, your hurt hand (that was still a little sore), visiting Olivanders and Knockturn Alley (they were both pretty concerned over that one). 

You showed them the pin and the Peruvian powder you’d gotten (it was still in your small bag), you told them about going back to the inn and attempting to get Nina’s wand to work and failing miserably. About sleeping in Remus’ jumper because it smelled of them and about almost burning down a glass of water because of Nina’s wand being completely unpredictable. 

“And how the hell did you get it to work?” Remus asked.

“I suppose I did what Mr. Olivander wanted,” you said as you started telling them about Gringotts. 

“You took Draught of Living Dеath for a fucking riddle?” Remus asked, concerned. 

“It was to get to the other side of the vault, not to solve the riddle,” you retorted, although you completely understood his concern, you’d be equally concerned if it was him the one telling the story. 

“And then you jumped off a fucking cliff,” scoffed Sirius when you got to that part. 

“You wouldn’t be as shocked if you’d solved another one of Silas’ riddles.” 

“That does not make it better, darling,” Remus said as he shook his head and placed his hand on your shoulder, he was clearly concerned for you, but it didn’t matter, it’s not like you’d be playing any of Silas’ games anymore.

You sighed and proceeded with the story, both boys seemed surprised at how you’d solved the riddle and horrified about the riddle itself. But it was when you got to the mirror part that they both leaned closer to you. You had somehow managed to tell most of the story in a clinical way, completely detaching yourself from it and telling it as if it had been someone else’s. As if the things you were saying weren’t as bad as they had been. Perhaps the reason you liked danger so much was because you wouldn’t have survived being Silas’ daughter if you hadn’t. 

“The mirror was– I’m sure it was there just to keep people from actually finding the ring but–” you had to take a deep breath to continue. “It wasn’t easy.” 

Neither of them thought any of what you’d done had been easy, and both were in awe at how composed you seemed after going through it, which was perhaps among the most shocking things. Not that they had seen you when you were ready to swallow the entire glass of whiskey Minho had gotten. Perhaps the only thing holding you from breaking apart was the fact that you had them now. You weren’t alone anymore.

“Nina and my mother were there, they begged me to use the resurrection stone to bring them back, to put on the ring,” you explained. “There was dark magic inside of it, it was something strong, a curse of some kind, I could feel it lurking in the shadows– feelings are… they’re much worse inside the mirror. Whatever charm it was, I knew it would have to pay a very expensive price for using it and I… I didn’t care.”

Remus whispered your name, so soft it was almost as if he hadn’t said it at all. 

“But you didn’t use it?” asked Sirius.

You shook your head, “I was going to, they had almost convinced me and then–” you hesitated, letting out a much-needed breath to relax your tension again. “Then came the butterfly.” 

“The butterfly?” Sirius asked, “Nina?” 

He had been much quicker to figure it out than you had. It should have been obvious, though. You had been the one to turn her body into a bunch of butterflies that dreadful night. Sirius must have seen it through the necklace. You nodded, “I thought she was another soul I had let down; it thought she wanted me to bring her back as well. Turn the stone three times and all my mistakes would be gone, like turning back time, all my stupid decisions wiped away. My mum, my friend– they would have been safe.”

Sirius tilted his head to the side with a sigh, he knew what it was like to make mistakes, he knew what it was like to wish he could turn back time, to change things, but he also knew there was no such thing. No matter how magical the world was, no matter how many time turners one had in hand, some things just couldn’t be changed, and they shouldn’t be either. 

“But the butterfly… she wouldn’t let me use it. She kept getting in my way before I could put on the ring, and that’s when I understood who she was,” your eyes were watery now, a single tear streaming down your cheek. “No matter how much Nina might have wanted to come back, she would have never wanted me to suffer because of it. Nina would never let me use the resurrection stone, not the real Nina. And she–” you stifled a sob. “She was protecting me, even after her last breath….” 

You were not planning to break down into tears, but it was like everything from earlier came back to you, and no matter how you tried to control it, the silent droplets of salty water continued streaming down your face on what you considered the most pathetic display of weakness in front of your lovers. 

Of course, neither of them thought of it that way, Sirius was barely holding the the tightening of his throat as he saw you cry –he hadn’t seen you cry– while Remus was about ready to pull you towards him but wasn’t exactly sure if he should do it now that Sirius was around –even if technically he was also dating you now. 

Eventually, both boys found a way to embrace you. “It wasn’t your fault, she diеd,” Sirius intervened. 

“Except it was,” you said then. “If I hadn’t–”

“If you hadn’t done anything she would have diеd anyway,” Sirius insisted, “You saved her from dying in pain, from being the enjoyment and laughing stock of those wizards, of–” 

“But my mum diеd because of me,” you said then, bitterly. You felt Sirius falter, how could he counter the truth? No matter how much reassurance he wanted to give you, you knew there would be no way in which he could–

“You were doing what you thought was right, sweetheart,” Remus said, now that Sirius couldn’t find the right words to comfort you. “You were trying to save her–” 

“And I lost her and my mum instead,” you insisted. You were being absolutely despicable to yourself, it didn’t matter if you had accepted their passing, you were still sure it was all your fault, the burden of the thought weighing you down like lead; as if you had jumped into the black lake with heavy rocks in your pockets. 

And while they both knew what it was to torment yourself as a result of bad decisions, they also knew you didn’t deserve it. Not the way you were talking to yourself, not the guilt that was eating you up from the inside. 

“Sometimes we do everything in our power to change things and we still lose,” Remus said, almost somberly. “But that doesn’t mean your efforts were worthless. Martyrs are remembered even when they lose, not because of what they didn’t accomplish but because of what they tried to. What you did was heroic, not because of the result, but due to the hard choices you had to make.” 

You listened to him while you breathed, there was somberness in your gaze as you tried to process the words, “But what if I had made better choices? I’ve thought about it hundreds of times and I’m sure there would have been a better way, a way to save everyone.” 

“And there was also a way in which you didn’t get out of there alive, so what? You did what you could and–”

“Sirius!” Remus interrupted him, he wasn’t sure that was what you’d needed. He turned to you then “Have you heard the legend of Thermopylae?” 

You almost thought it was ironic that he would mention yet another Greek tale. “Leonidas the brave king? I’m familiar.”

“I’m not,” Sirius said as he turned to Remus with a confused gaze.

“Leonidas knew he was going to lose, he knew there was nothing he could do to win, and he still fought the battle.” You didn’t say anything, only looked at Remus attentively. “His actions, even when he lost, inspired Greece, they bought time for the rest of the country to prepare. Leonidas was betrayed, he lost the battle and his life, but Greece won the war in the end.” 

“Even if we did, would the dеaths of his spartans be justifiable?” 

“Can any dеath be justifiable?” Remus retorted. “Darling, what happened was not fair, we live in a time of war, and nothing is equitable in war, but that does not mean you’re to blame. You didn’t start this war, you only fought in it and lost a battle.” 

“But that doesn’t mean you’ll lose the next one,” Sirius added. 

You sighed, remembering Dumbledore’s words. What he said about something like that never happening again. You had stopped crying at some point, perhaps when Remus started talking, with the fantastic way in which he said things, he’d caught your attention, almost monopolised it, but that was good, because if Remus was on your mind, then your mistakes weren’t.

And even if not all of the boys’ words actually got through you, the gist was there. Perhaps you still thought it had been your fault, perhaps you’d still torment yourself with your choices and their result, perhaps you would never be able to truly process what happened, to understand and to deal with it. But there was one thing that felt secure and stable, the way both boys held you in between their arms, they way their breaths brushed against your skin… When you felt like drifting away in that ocean plagued with despair, they would be there, your anchors.

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Are smut Headcanons okay?? What r your HC about Arkham Harvey dent with an inexperienced reader ? Like its her first time but she's super shy.

Arkham!Two Face x Fem!Reader Headcanons oh my god yeah ok this is!! yippee!! thank you anon for this delicious fucking request 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: corruption kink, loss of virginity, rough sex, praise, posessive, marking kinda, obsessive

the minute he finds out that you're inexperienced (in any way really, not just if you're a virgin) he's honing in on you

there's something so appealng to him about being the main factor in someone's corruption

in passing on the torch of becoming someone new, someone a bit nastier, a bit freakier

it means he can mark you as his own, albeit in a less scarring way than he was

but he's determined to be your first, the one you think back on fondly (if he ever lets you go)

and he won't be shy about his intentions (or possible achievements) either

he needs to make sure that everyone knows who changed you into the very experienced little thing you are

he'll offer you his coin, letting you decide which of them is going to be the one who fucks you first

so hopefully it lands on your preference, or that you don't really have one

if it's two face then it's going to start off rough and not let up

it might hurt at first, but he'll make sure it's worth it in the end

you'll eventually get used to it, because this is not going to be over in any short amount of time

he'll be testing your limits, but ultimately ignoring them

it's a game to him, another name on the list of people he's ruined, another accomplishment

someone else who can't be with anyone else, who longs for him, who only thinks about him when they're alone and needy

whether you cum or not is hardly his interests, it's only about filling you and stretching you

and he's cumming inside of you regardless, so he stays with you even after he's finished brutally fucking you

if it's harvey, then he'll make sure to begin gently

your comfort is important to him, not only because he's more gentlemanly than big bad harv

but because it feels more in line with his own corruption, which is what excites him most

you're a good girl, a sweet and innocent girl

and you're about to have that ripped away from you

the minute you're finding your bearings with his pace, he starts ramping it up

reminding you that there really is a very thin line between harvey and harv these days

but at the very least, harvey makes sure to keep asking if you're ok

he's not going to intentionally hurt you, unless you beg him

and he'll praise you the whole time, telling you how good you are, how sweet you are, how well you're taking him

telling you that your his, "mine, mine, mine" as he reaches his climax, cumming whereever you want, your choice

[waldau]

hii i would like to request a fake dating scoups x reader au where the reader falls first but coups falls harder <3 thank u!

here you go anon, hope you like this :)

reset — choi seungcheol | 2,008 words | fluff, hurt/comfort

cheol brainrot go brrrr

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

technically speaking, the party’s going fine.

despite how much you want to hate it, it’s going the way parties do. there’s music, there’s alcohol, there’s your own corner if you want to tune out the sound of everything else, and there’s seungcheol’s friends. he’s spent at least half an hour introducing you to everyone — you’ve met a lot of them before, but there’s still some new ones. there’s always new ones.

and even though they’ve been nothing but polite to you, engaging you in conversation and making an effort to learn more about you, you can’t shake off the feeling that this isn’t really where you’re supposed to be.

you don’t know who you were kidding when you agreed to be his fake date for the party. he’s already had a ton of people hanging onto him throughout the course of the night. you’re not sure why he even bothered asking you. he could have asked his manager to find someone that would actually match with him, and maybe create a big splash if it made it to the news.

instead, he’d asked you out.

it won’t make a difference in the news, anyway, he’d said, like he wasn’t aware of the way he shattered your heart with those words. like it was common knowledge that nobody could even imagine the two of you together. like it wasn’t worth anyone’s time or imagination, most of all his.

suddenly, you find the sounds in the room too loud to bear. it’s not the first party you’ve been to, but it’s the first one where you’ve felt truly alone. you’re glad you haven’t touched your drink yet.

no one’s really paying attention to you exclusively, and you’re okay with nodding along and throwing in an occasional response here and there. but then it’s not okay, anymore. you shouldn’t have to be here in the first place, on this stupid fake date you agreed to because of your little crush on seungcheol.

okay, maybe it’s not just a little crush. but the point is that you shouldn’t have to be here hurting your feelings in order to spend a little time with him.

you excuse yourself under the pretense of having to take a call and head towards the balcony. joshua, one of seungcheol’s closest friends, comes up to ask you if everything’s okay. you’ve been friends with him for long enough that he can tell when you're fine and when you're not, but you give him a look that hopefully conveys you want him to let this slide.

“seungcheol mentioned this isn’t really your thing, so let him know if you want to go home. i know he’ll be okay with that.”

you nod wordlessly, words of gratitude stuck in your throat. what seungcheol tells you is true — joshua is just too damn perceptive.

you feel like you can finally take a better breath when the door shuts behind you, separating you from everyone else. the cold air makes you feel better, even if it’s beginning to seep into your skin because of the outfit you’ve worn.

it doesn’t matter, though. you need a bit of a reset.

somehow, it hardly takes four minutes before you feel someone behind you. and it’s not just anyone.

“do you have a death wish or something?”

you choose not to grace him with an answer.

“hey,” seungcheol prompts when you don’t reply. “what’s up?”

“shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

seungcheol steps to your side and looks at you. even though you’re gazing down at the empty road sparsely dotted with streetlights, you can feel his gaze pierce you.

“do you want to go home?” he asks softly.

it hurts. he shouldn’t be this considerate to you and then not like you back. it can't just be one without the other.

“i don’t know, do you?”

he sighs. “okay. i don’t know what i’ve done wrong, but i can tell you’re not comfortable right now. are you done for tonight?”

you shake your head. “i don’t want you to leave because of me. it seemed like you were having fun back there.”

“and you weren’t,” he replies, reading between the lines.

“it doesn’t matter, okay? it’s not your fault i’m not having fun.”

“that’s not how this works,” seungcheol stresses, stepping forward to grip your arms and recoiling a bit. “you’re cold.”

you shrug. another thing that’s not gone well today.

seungcheol takes off his jacket and hands it to you without any hesitation, but you don’t take it. you can’t keep living in your little daydream, living on moments where you think he might love you just a bit more than he would a friend. one of you needs to break the cycle, and if it’s going to be you, you’re prepared.

“seriously, what is wrong with you?” he asks, soft but sharp. you finally look him in the eyes. he has that gaze — the one where it looks like he knows exactly what you’re thinking about. it scares you sometimes, the way he’s so accurate. he must have picked up something from joshua over the years.

“nothing’s wrong with me, cheol,” you say, slightly bitter. “just because i don’t want your jacket doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.”

"you're right, i'm sorry," he says, taking a step closer to you. "i shouldn't have said it like that. but...it's not just about the jacket. at first i thought i caught you on an off day, but you seemed fine till we got here. i don’t know what happened after that. are you hungry? did someone say something to you? do you need me to punch anyone?”

you give him an exasperated look. “you’d punch someone if i asked?”

“in a heartbeat. i thought you knew that by now.”

“and if i was wrong?”

“you’re never wrong when it comes to things like these. and i’d forgive you even if you were.”

"you're too trusting, you know that?"

"well," seungcheol says, lowering the jacket. but it's still in front of you, still on offer. "you're my best friend. i think you have some privilege."

you hate the earnestness in his voice as much as you love it. “i know. sorry.”

“don’t apologize, sweetheart. tell me what’s wrong, and tell me how i can fix it. i’ll do anything.”

“it’s…nothing you can do,” you say, turning away from him. it's most definitely not in his control, but it’s not your fault for loving him, either.

“how will you know if you don’t try?”

“you just know some things, cheol. trust me on that.”

“yeah? like i know you’re hiding something from me right now? something that’s eating my best friend up, and i don’t even know what to do to help?”

again. those two words. they tear you up from the inside just as much as they hold you together. you can’t help the sharp feeling in your throat which indicates tears might be on the way. you're just frustrated at the unfairness of it all. if only life was a little kinder.

seungcheol, ever perceptive, notices immediately. “sweetheart? it’s something i did, isn’t it? something i said?”

you shake your head, not wanting tears to well up.

“don’t lie to me,” he says, draping the jacket over your shoulders and pulling you into his embrace. you push him away, even though you whole body wants nothing more than to be with him.

“please tell me?”

you take in a breath, the cold night air stinging your nose. “you said something.”

“what was it?”

“you said it wouldn’t make a…difference, if i was your date,” you say, focusing so much on not crying that your voice is barely audible to your own ears. “you said it like no one would care if we were together. like it wouldn’t affect you in any way. like i’m just…your best friend. and no one can see me as anything more.”

seungcheol sucks in a sharp breath. “can i hold you? please?”

you almost refuse, but decide otherwise. you’ve spilled out your mind to him, anyway. the least you deserve is a hug from him.

“i’m so fucking sorry,” he breathes into your hair, his arms looped around your waist and holding you close to him. “i didn’t— i’d never say something like that. that’s not what i meant when i said it.”

“then what did you,” mean, you mean to ask, but your breath gets swept away when he presses a kiss to your head.

“it’s just…everyone knows how close we are,” he says, hand gently running up and down your back. “i thought people wouldn’t bat an eye if they assumed we were dating, you know. i know people who already think we are. or…that we should.”

you look up at him at that. he looks serious about what he’s saying, but also shy, like he doesn’t want you looking at him when he’s speaking.

“people?”

“some of my close friends.”

that's news to you. “so you don’t mind…people thinking we’re a thing? or thinking we should be?”

“of course not,” he says, holding you with one hand and tracing your cheekbone with the other. you fall for him just a bit more, right there. “anyone would be lucky to have you. i’d be the luckiest guy to have you.”

he just says things like that, and it makes you wonder if he really means them. so you decide to push him this time, and see where it goes. and blame it on your nerves and the drink you never had if things don’t go well. “would you?”

“want to have you?”

you nod, breath trapped in your throat.

“yeah,” he breathes out, leaning forward and tucking his chin in your shoulder.

you swear your world stops for just a second. you’re hardly even aware that he’s leaning on you now.

"yeah as in?"

“i’d like you to take you out for a real date. if you’ll let me.”

you pull away to look at seungcheol. he’s blushing, but he’s not looking away.

"if i'll let him, he says."

"well?" seungcheol lifts a hand to fix your hair.

“this isn’t a joke?”

he steps back and rubs his face, probably in an attempt to brace himself for whatever he wants to say. it doesn’t work. you like him like this, you think. with his hair messy and his eyes shy.

“of course not. i’d never joke about something like this. especially when it’s you.”

you should be the one who's shy and blushing, and yet there's nowhere else you'd rather look. “what made you…”

seungcheol takes your hands. they're a warm contrast to your cold ones. “i’ve been wrestling with it for a while, and i never told you because i didn’t want things between us to be weird. but i couldn’t keep faking it after i saw you tonight. you look so good, it’s been killing me.”

you shake him off to loop your arms around his neck and pull him down to you, feeling a bit braver. “so if i told you i wanted to leave right now…”

he swallows loud enough for you to hear. “we’d be out of here right now.”

you stand on your tiptoes to bring yourself to his height and place a little kiss on his nose.

he pouts. “that’s it? that’s all i get after confessing to you?”

“i don’t want our first kiss to be in front of an audience, cheol.”

seungcheol smiles. “fair. but i don’t know how much longer i can wait now.”

“you’re going to have to ask me out for real, you know.”

“but you haven’t told me you like me back yet,” seungcheol says. you can hear the whine in his voice and it makes you laugh a bit.

“you need to hear me say it?”

“of course i do! i've spent weeks thinking about tonight.”

“aren't you lucky, then?" you tease.

“the luckiest,” he says solemnly.

it's your turn to blush now.

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[idle-daydreams]

HEHEHE what a about possessive yandere starters. "Where do you think you're going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only" Dazai or Chuuya! Or Fyodor It's up to you! Thank you for taking my request I love your works!😌✨✨

I chose Fyodor because this prompt seems to fit him best. I hope its okay :)

Tw: Yandere, mentions of sexual assault and stalking, controlling behaviour

“Where do you think you're going dressed like that?”

You froze, hand still upon the doorknob. “Fyodor,” you said, stomach clenching. “I... was just going to the store for some stuff.”

Fyodor stepped out from the shadows of the living-room, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame. “Your body is for my eyes only,” he said in his flat voice. “Have you forgotten that, my love?”

Your stomach dipped again, almost painfully, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. Fyodor was extremely caring, but his concern could be overbearing at times. “I know that,” you said. “But, I mean, I’m not dressed inappropriately.”

“Are you not?”

You looked away. At one time, you wouldn’t have given the black sweatshirt and leggings you were wearing a second thought, but ever since the accident you’d started to second-guess anything even remotely form-fitting. So your clothes tonight had been an active choice. “No,” you said defensively. “Lots of girls dress like this.”

“At home. Not when they go out alone after dark.”

“It’s fine,” you said, somewhat exasperated. “It’s still light out, and the store is like, ten minutes away.”

“But that outfit leaves too much to the imagination.”

“Its leggings and sweatshirt, not a string bikini,” you snapped.

Fyodor pursed his lips. Immediately, a stab of guilt ran through you. “I-I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “I just - Fyodor, I don’t like it when you tell me what to do. I’ve always worn these kinds of clothes, and it’s been fine.”

“Has it?” Fyodor moved towards you, eyes hooded in the dim light of the hallway. You stopped yourself from instinctively pulling back, reminding yourself that it was only your boyfriend. Fyodor brushed his cold fingers down your cheek, and an uncomfortable flush ran across your skin nevertheless.

“Tell me, which one of us gets catcalled when they go outside, my little dove?” he said. “Which one of us had a stalker following them around? Who got assaulted right around the time we first met?”

“That was different,” you stammered, wishing he could pull away as he leaned in even closer. He was tall and thin, barely there at times; yet at times like these he could be overpowering. “It was late at night then, and I - I should have been more careful, but-”

“But this time it is different, yes? Because it is ‘still light out’? Because it happened that way the other time, so it cannot possibly happen now?”

You jerked as he ran his fingers along the insides of your thighs, quickly and violently. “Fyodor!” you exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” He quickly flipped you over, pressing himself against your body until you could feel his manhood against your ass. Before you could react more than a startled gasp he stepped away, leaving you stumbling.

“I tell you what to do because you aren’t smart enough to be left on your own,” he said flatly. “What I did could be done by anyone, anywhere, at any time. Even at a nearly-empty convenience store while its still light out.”

“It won’t happen again,” you said, shaken by Fyodor’s callousness. “That guy is dead.”

“Yes, it is fortunate that he walked off a bridge and drowned after driving you into a breakdown.”

“I didn’t have a breakdown!”

“Really? You call that night you spent crying in my bed something else, then?” He grasped your chin in a pale hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Is it worth it, [Y/N]?” he asked softly. “Is it worth all of it just to defy me? The months of paranoia, having to abandon your job, your boyfriend, your life - will all of it be worth it just to wear an outfit? Because if you like the attention that much, as to twist my concern into something else, then I certainly will not help you should there be any consequences.”

Tears filled your eyes as you struggled to form an answer. You’d thought you were getting better, moving past the assault and the hellish nightmare of having to flee your home-town just to escape your stalker. But that niggling thought still lived at the back of your mind, the ever-present fear of being hunted again. Fyodor had been kind enough to help you out with settling in Yokohama, but you didn’t want to go through all of it again, and certainly not alone.

“... fine, I’ll change,” you said in a small voice.

“It will be better if you don’t go,” Fyodor said. “I planned to go get dinner anyway, so I will get you whatever you need.”

“That’s fine, thank you.”

“Ah, I’ve frightened my little bird.” Fyodor sighed, pressing his lips to the top of your head. You flinched, but forced yourself to lean in, reminding yourself once again Fyodor was your boyfriend. Who loved you more than anything in the world and had gone above and beyond just to prove it.

If only his touch felt kinder, instead of possessive.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, burying your face in his shoulder.

“I am sorry, my little dove. I did not mean to distress you.” He wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head. “But you have to remember, everything I do or say is to protect you. You need protection, after all. You do not know just how beautiful you are, just how unusual your pure soul is in this world of sinners. And your body is the temple of your perfection. So protect it from others, and keep it only for me.”

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Whumpuary 2025 1 & 13

Prompt 1: Headache

Prompt 13: “I’m fine.”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Typical TWD violence & gore

The concrete tilted and wavered as you walked, making it difficult to conceal your current plight: a massive headache that had been brewing behind your eyes for the better part of a day. These were usually handled in secret. There was no need to worry the others, especially Daryl. He tended to hover where you were concerned, more so if there was any sort of threat or injury.

You knew your suffering could pose a danger. That’s why you had opted to watch the doors while Daryl and Glenn had gone inside the convenience store in search of anything useful. From the state of the broken windows and the debris of wrappers and boxes left outside, it had been looted several times over. Regardless, your crew left no stone unturned. Ever.

Unlikely as it was to find anything substantial, there was always the chance something had been missed before. The practice had paid off more than once and that alone made these trips worth the risk.

“Ow.” You whimpered, pinching the bridge of your nose. You were sure to leave one eye cracked, though it was tunneling and littered with gray floaters. It wouldn’t do for a walker or another person to take you by surprise.

“Y’alright?” Daryl’s rough tone startled you into nearly dropping your gun, his quick reflexes allowing him to catch the barrel before it could clatter and accidentally discharge.

“I’m—” The sudden jerk of your head had your vision swimming and made focusing on Daryl’s silhouette nearly impossible. “I’m fine.”

He hummed with a skeptical undertone. “Right. Found a attic. Couple’a poor bastards checked out up there but had some food, medicine.”

Worth it after all. “That’s good.” You made the mistake of nodding, the pain it brought summoning bile into your esophagus. “Real—real good.”

“Y’sure you’re okay?” He still hadn’t relinquished the weapon to you.

“Yeah, Daryl, I’m fine.” You brought a hand toward your head, desperate to shield your eyes from the sun, but withdrew at the last second.

“Yeah, m’callin’ bullshit.” As if he knew Glenn would be there just at the right moment, he held the gun out to the side, the younger man almost walking into it while slipping his full backpack onto his shoulders.

“What the hell, Daryl?” Glenn asked with obvious annoyance.

“Take this,” was the archer’s only reply before one of his arms was cradling the small of your back while the other swept behind your knees. “S’get outta here.”

“I can walk, Dar—” You hissed under the onslaught of the bright sunlight and turned your face into Daryl’s chest, fingers twisting into his vest.

“Sure ya can.” The door of the old sedan creaked and groaned as it was opened, the seat soft beneath you. You thought you would have the entire backseat but that notion was quickly dismissed as one door closed and the other opened, your head gently lifted and pillowed on someone’s lap. There was no need to subject yourself to the light in order to know it was Daryl.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“Mhm.” A large hand cradled the back of your head with a thumb rubbing gentle circles into your temple. “S’getcha home.”

[cambion-companion]

Here’s ya girl who has gone completely feral over astarion. He’s the babiest baby. Okay, here’s the prompt. My characterisation could be a bit (or a lot lol) off bc I haven’t played the game Y E T so feel free to change the things that seem OOC.

Established relationship, but the beginnings of it, on a mission to find a way for astarion to be in the sun again. Reader has given astarion time to work on his sexual trauma so they haven’t been having sex for some time. Reader is 100% ok w that. But they have a big argument over something (not related to sex) and astarion doesn’t know how to resolve the situation other than reverting back to his seductive artifice and using sex as a way to ensure his safety (in this case, emotional safety). Reader figures it out because they (or she) are not dumb. They reassure astarion and he lets himself be vulnerable but also, it turns out that astarion wants that sexual intimacy. But reader decides this will be all about astarion and making him feel good and loved. Body worship, astarion’s praise kink, just everything focused on astarion’s pleasure in a way he has never experienced and that makes him completely unravel once he comes. Not a subby reader, tho. You know me, I don’t do subby.

If this is too long of a prompt, just the sexy part will be ok. Thank you so much, i have such astarion brainrot DDDD:

I Want to Live

word count: 1700

gn!reader x Astarion | Baldur's Gate 3 fanfic | 18+ only

"I don't think we should use the tadpoles for anything, Astarion." You put your hands on your hips, glaring at the sulky Elf in front of you.

This tense conversation between the two of you had gone on far longer than you'd have liked. Astarion seemed insistent on using whatever advantage the Illithids had unintentionally given your party. Despite not yet knowing the implications of doing so.

Astarion's silver hair glinted in the firelight that warmed your back, his eyes shone like droplets of blood. "You might as well leave me alone, spoilsport." He waved an imperious hand in your direction, sneering at you in the way he knew would hurt you most. "Since you insist on being boring and unimaginative."

You ground your teeth. "I'm trying to keep us safe."

"And a fine job you're doing, my sweet." His lilting voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you ask Arabella how her parents are doing?" He paused, then feigned surprise. "Oh wait..."

Your eyes widened as a jolt of genuine pain lanced through your heart at his callous words. Astarion was aiming to do damage and, like always, he knew how to push your buttons.

Magic sparked at the end of your fingertips as you fought to control your rage. It was the lack of verbal response that alerted Astarion to the fact he might have pushed a little too far with you. His face almost looked regretful for a moment, or perhaps it was a trick of the firelight casting shadows across his features. You didn't gain much insight because of the tears blurring your vision as you quickly turned away and strode as far away from the vampire spawn as you could.

Shadowheart, who always seemed to overhear everything, cast a worried glance your direction before leveling a glare on Astarion who still watched after you with a blank look.

You sat yourself upon your bedroll before the campfire and listened to Volo squeakily tune his lute. Wyll and Gale were over by their tents chatting and Lae'zel sat on a boulder by the river sharpening her sword.

You had thought Astarion would understand and perhaps even agree with you, and the rest of the camp for that matter, that the parasites should not be utilized to gain control of other beings. It was convenient and downright useful, yes...but not worth an unknown cost.

You had thought...since that night when the two of you had become intimate...that he'd maybe come to care for you. But that jab about Arabella's parents, who you'd failed to save, only confirmed that the vampire did not have your best interests at heart.

Sighing, you moved your bedroll away from its usual place beside Astarion's and arranged it next to where Karlach slept. You could feel multiple pairs of eyes watching you move about but you didn't much care at the moment.

Karlach gave you a curious and concerned look as she came over and got comfortable for the night. "Are you alright? I could hear you and Astarion going at it...and not in the fun way."

You grunted and moved your body to the side so you could scrape out a rock that had been digging into your back. "It's fine. He's just an ass." You said these words loud enough for him to hear.

Karlach shrugged and nodded as if this were common knowledge. She gave you a jolting pat on the back before getting comfortable in her own bedroll.

As the breathing patterns of your companions slowly deepened in slumber, you could not find any rest. You tossed and turned as best you could in such primitive sleeping arrangements. You missed your bed back in Baldur's Gate above the taproom of the Shadowcat Claw, the familiar bustle of voices and a mug of ale in your belly lulling you to sleep. Out in this wilderness, with the thought of your argument with Astarion tugging at your thoughts...you had to get up.

As quietly as you could, you slid out of your bedroll and got to your feet. A quick observation of your companions told you they were all in a deep sleep. All except Lae'zel who sat on the boulder still, keeping silent watch. She nodded at you curtly as you passed and didn't ask any questions, for which you were grateful.

You crept through the foliage down to the place in the forest by the river where you and Astarion had had your midnight tryst. You could still feel his moonlight hair running through your fingers, his fangs on your neck as you arched it just for him. The trust...you thought you had at least earned a little bit of his trust.

"I thought I'd find you here." His voice was velvet, it shivered straight through your defenses to your heart.

"I wanted to be alone, Astarion." You tried to keep your own voice cool and collected, but you ached to hold him in your arms again.

Astarion had followed you from the campsite into the woods. He'd been fully aware of your restlessness, of course he had. He entered your line of sight now, looking very much like a cat stalking its prey. His ruby eyes were dark and trained on your face. "Come now, you're far too obvious for all this bluster. Do you not want to feel me again?" He gave you a crooked smile, showing his teeth. "A second taste, perhaps?"

You felt the hollowness of his words and saw the carefully arranged expression he wore like a mask. Beneath the facade you could make out the telltale twitch of a facial muscle, the tenseness of his eyes, indicating anxiety.

You sighed. "I thought we were passed these games."

"Games?" Astarion's tongue flicked out to wet his lips. "Games are all part of the fun, my dear. So good at getting the blood pumping."

You folded your arms. "I want an apology."

This tripped him up. For a moment the facade slipped, and he seemed genuinely taken aback. "Apologize?" Then he was back to his usual bluster. "Me? Apologize for what?"

"For having a go at me today. Bringing up Arabella's parents when you know how upset I am about it." Astarion made a noise as if to speak but you cut across him. "That was cruel, Astarion, and I deserve better from you."

"I didn't..." Astarion sighs heavily, his eyes glancing down to the ground then back at your face. "I apologize." The words seemed to pain him in some way. "I wanted to get a rise out of you, that's all. Now let's forget about that and have some fun."

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow, saying nothing, simply watching his face lit in the silver moonlight. His unconvincing grin slowly slipped off his face, a troubled frown replacing it. The two of you looked at each other for a long moment. Finally, you spoke.

"You're testing how much I care for you, aren't you?" Your voice was soft, almost inaudible over the rippling stream.

Astarion seemed momentarily taken aback, he seemed to consider taking shelter once more behind his mask of pompous indifference. But then his shoulder's slumped slightly, the fists at his sides loosened. That was all the answer you needed.

You stepped forward and placed your hands around his, tugging him closer. He did not resist, his footfalls light as ever as he drew near. Close enough to feel his breath warm your lips.

"I care about you, Astarion." Your voice was still soft amidst the rustling leaves and sparkling water. "I discourage you from using the tadpole's powers because I couldn't bear to see your will overtaken by yet another monster."

Astarion was silent for a long time, his scarlet eyes turned silver as a moonbeam fell across his pallid face. When he spoke, his voice sounded strained. "What if it's too late for me? To be anything other than a monster? My only choice is which one." He laughs forcefully, bitterness twisting his mouth.

"I won't let that happen." You encircled him tenderly in a hug, pulling him to rest flush against your body. "We're in this...together."

"Together." The word was echoed back to you, his voice framing the syllables as if it were a foreign tongue.

You turned your face into him and kissed his neck softly, feeling his body tense in your arms and then slowly relax. You kept your lips against his skin, over where Cazador had sunk his fangs all those centuries ago.

Astarion's hands slowly slid up your hips to rest against your lower back as he held you close. Your lips caressed his neck, throat and trailed up to his jaw until you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I love you." You murmured.

You felt him tense again, not pushing you away, but his hands tightened on your back. "I..." Astarion hesitated. "I'm not quite ready to say those words back to you, my dear."

"I know." You felt no anger, no hurt. You accepted him however he wished to come to you, grateful for this rare moment of vulnerability beneath the stars.

You pushed him back gently until his back made contact with the base of a large sycamore tree. A huff of air left his lungs, quickly claimed by your mouth as you kissed him hungrily this time. Your hands made quick work of his clothing and Astarion became eager to help the process along.

"Vixen." He murmured and you laughed against his lips, your tongues teasing each other.

"You're beautiful, Astarion." You held his face in your hands and kissed his mouth lightly, not allowing him to turn away even as the compliment made his eyes search yours for hints of disingenuity. "I want nothing from you in return." You said firmly, reading his emotional turmoil through your shared Illithid connection. "This is just for you." You kissed his mouth, his cheek, his forehead. "To keep."

Astarion's head fell back to rest against the tree trunk as you continued lavishing affection upon him. He moaned your name softly to the night sky as you slowly sunk to your knees before him, the dirt and rocks digging unheeded against your knees. His fingers twisted in your hair and guided you to where he wanted you most.

"Good, my love." You praised him, your words causing his body to shake with increasing pleasure. "Show me."

The night was long and full of bliss. A genuine exchange of pleasure, without the previous facades and plays at affection. You felt the change as surely as he did, and when the others awoke in the morning it was to find your bedroll pulled back right next to where Astarion lay curled against you.

~

"You owe me five gold, Shadowheart." Gale mumbled.

[bigtreefest]

A What in Church?

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader (can be read as a continuation of Meet The Parents or alone)

Summary: Ransom comes with you and your family to church…and then comes with you at church 🥴 (I’m sorry, but I had to)

Word count: 2,728

Content/warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, SMUT, near-fingering, p in v unprotected sex (pls, for the love of all that is holy, wrap it up), sex in front of a mirror, sex in a church😬, creampie, established relationship, swears, Ran is a sneaky li’l gaslighter but not towards you, lying in Church?, kissing, pet name usage, choking on one’s own saliva, implied female reader, li’l belly bulge

A/N: I hope God forgives me for thinking this up during church…

This is for the Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza set up by @labella420 and @stargazingfangirl18 with the prompts of characters cum together at the same time and praise.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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It was early Sunday morning when you dragged Ransom out of bed.

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale, come on. You have to get up. We’re already running late and I’m not dealing with disapproving looks from my parents for punctuality. It’s already bad enough every time the church ladies give me a side eye when I show up.”

He sighed as he rolled over in his high thread count sheets, the sunlight now hitting his face causing him to squint. He looked at you through one open eye as he made a light scowl.

“Sweetheart, come back to bed. It’s too early. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” A sly smirk crept onto his face as he reached out and pulled your hips closer to the bed.

You put a hand on his forehead, trying your best and failing to push him away. “Ransom, no. The only reason I stayed over was to make sure we got there on time. My parents think you’re picking me up right now and neither of us are even showered. If you get up now, maybe I’ll let you join me. Then we can get going.”

His arms snaked from your hips and around to give your ass a squeeze. “Hm….deal.” He rasped out in his groggy voice before shifting to get up.

“Whose idea was it to join your family at the 8am service of church this week, anyway?” Ransom threw the covers off the side of the bed in a mini tantrum before rising on his knees on the mattress to be face-to-face with you. You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly smoothing out the bed head before giving him a peck.

“Yours, baby. That’s what you get for trying to impress my mom.”

You fixed your makeup in the mirror of Ransom’s Beamer and smoothed down your baby blue linen dress after Ransom parked in the church parking lot. You turned to look at him as you straightened the collar of his shirt that peeked over his sweater.

“You look absolutely dapper. The church ladies are gonna love you. Probably enough for them to keep their judgy eyes off me. Now let’s just hope they don’t start asking my mom about a wedding date.” You grumbled the last part as you brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders before leaning back towards your own seat again and placing your hand on the door handle.

Ransom didn’t move a muscle as he sat there, leaning over the center console, with a look as deep at the ocean. That was weird. You’d expected him to have his cocky game face on, which he did, but his eyes showed something different.

“What? Is something wrong? Do I not look okay? Are you regretting agreeing to come along today?”

He sighed and shook his head before holding out his hand for yours. “No, you look heavenly. I am regretting sleeping in because if I wouldn’t have, maybe you would’ve actually let me touch you in the shower. I thought a shower with you meant with you, but you tricked me, you minx.”

You softly smiled at the beginning of his statement, placing your hand in his. As he kept going, you rolled your eyes before playfully shoving his shoulder. “Oh please. You and I both know you wouldn’t have gotten up for anything else. And if I would’ve let you touch me, we’d still be at your place.”

He shrugged before pulling you closer for a final kiss before heading in. It was the kind that left you breathless and speechless, and a little dizzy when he pulled away, but that could have been due to skipping breakfast, too. Your eyes were still closed when he spoke against your lips. “Don’t think you’re getting away with this that easily, though. Now stay here while I get your door. Gotta make sure the church ladies see me treating you well.”

Your jaw dropped as he gave you a smirk, fire rising in his gaze as he slipped out of the driver’s side and over to yours.

Ransom held your hand as he walked into the church, sliding into a pew near the back where your family had saved the two of you a seat. It was just in time for the service to begin. You were simultaneously filled with relief for not being late, but also anxiousness. You knew that when he held that look in his eye, Ransom was up to no good.

If someone had asked you what you’d gathered from the sermon so far, your answer would be ‘jack shit.’ You were too focused on Ransom, and the way his hand was creeping up your leg as he stared straight ahead. He looked enthralled by whatever the preacher was dragging on and on about, but you knew better from the way his lips curled just slightly at the corners and his ringed pinky finger was sliding under the hem of your dress. The cool metal gave you chills. Your breath hitched, just as you were salivating, imagining what Ransom could possibly have in store for you. Unfortunately, that didn’t make for a good combination, as you choked on your own saliva.

You tried your hardest to hold in your coughs, eyes watering, until you couldn’t take it anymore. They burst out of you and the sound of your coughs, one after another, echoed through the nearly silent room as you scrambled to get up and into the hallway. Ransom shot your parents a sympathetic look before wordlessly gesturing that he was going to check up on you. They nodded in response, glad you had found someone so caring and responsible.

You burst through the doors at the back of the room with Ransom hot on your heels. You fast walked into the family restroom and Ransom slipped in behind you. He locked the door and made his way to your hunched over form, your arms bracing you against the sink as you continued coughing and heaving, trying to catch your breath. Ransom rubbed your back in soothing circles until you took a final gasp for air and looked up at his reflection in the mirror with a scowl.

“You did this. This is your fault, Mr. Handsy.” It came out with the slightest rasp. Ransom’s face morphed from slight concern into suggestion. Now that he had made sure you were okay, he was more than happy to have you exactly where he wanted you all along: alone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not the one out there snorting my spit. I could probably successfully swallow, unlike you.” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to rile you up so you’d give in to him now since you didn’t earlier this morning. You’d never outwardly crumble that easily, though. Where was the fun in that?

“First off, you should be the one to know I’m great at swallowing. And secondly, if you believe you did nothing wrong, I think we should find you a neurologist for those wandering hands. Maybe the rings are causing nerve damage and cutting off the feeling in your fingertips.” Ransom couldn’t help but let out a small chortle at that. Good one, babe. But he knew what could push you a little farther. He knew how much you really did love the way his hands wandered, even if you’d say otherwise. He could tell right now even, as he shifted to stand behind you, soft fingertips tracing up the front of your thighs and under your flowy dress. His hand was in between your thighs, creeping dangerously close to your cotton panties. He used his grip to pull you back against him, eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

“Oh honey, I don’t have to be able to feel my fingers to know how good they make you feel.” He ran his fingers over the dampening fabric as your breath hitched. Finally.

His grin grew wide as he slipped his pinky finger under the gusset of your panties and pulled it to the side, exposing your glistening folds to the cool air.

You hissed at the sensation as Ransom began running a finger through your wetness. If you were anywhere else but a church bathroom, he would have worked to pull even louder sounds from you than the tiny breaths and moans you were already making, but that’s not something that could be afforded right now. As his one hand continued to tease your entrance, the other moved to cover your mouth.

“Quiet, Sweetheart. You make a noise and I stop. Don’t want anyone to find out what’s going on in here.” You nodded in acknowledgment and Ransom was satisfied with that response, kissing your temple that was collecting a thin shimmer from sweat already. Just as he was about to dip a finger in, though, the two of you heard music start. That meant service was almost over. They would play a few songs, and then everyone would rush out the doors, making it impossible for the two of you to leave the bathroom undetected and unsuspected of what was going on right now.

Ransom didn’t waste a second, though, pulling his hands off you to unzip his slacks and pull them down just low enough. His eyes locked in on yours in the mirror again, deep blue irises thin around lust and mischief-blown pupils.

“Sorry, sweetie. Don’t have time to prepare you. But you can handle that, right?” You didn’t have a chance to reply this time, as his hand found it’s place over your mouth again at the same time he fully sheathed himself within you.

The little squeak you made into Ransom’s hand when you were trying to hold back was music to his ears. Oooo, he liked that. He was gonna make sure to do whatever he could in the future so you’d make it again, but he didn’t have the time for it right now.

His hand that wasn’t over your mouth snaked to your tummy from where it was gripping your hip. Ransom could just barely feel the bulge pushing against your softness with each thrust and it drove him wild, as he sped up his thrusts and babbled into your ear.

“Yeah you can. You can take it. Look at you. Taking this so well. Being so good for me. I’d say you were an angel if we weren’t fucking like two whores in church right now.”

His vulgar words always did something to you, causing your eyes to roll back and your pussy to clench. That was Ransom’s favorite, especially when he found it out that his sharp tongue was something you actually enjoyed and rewarded him for, instead of punished. Despite his hand on your mouth, you were still working hard to keep yourself quiet, only letting out a low moan in response.

“Fuck, so good. So, gah-tight. You’re so perfect. I’m gonna take my hand off, okay? You gotta keep it down and I promise I’ll make you feel good.” You gripped harder against the sink as Ransom removed his hand, using it to hike your leg up on the edge of the counter, his hand that was previously on your stomach moving to rub your clit.

You gasped for air, before moving your own hand to your mouth. If you were at home, moans and curses would’ve been profusely spilling out of your mouth with how near your were to the tipping point. Ransom’s grunts in your ear we’re pulling you even closer to the edge when he licked your neck, the sweet taste of your perfume mixed with salty sweat hitting his tongue, and the debauchery of the gesture tossing you over the edge of your orgasm. Your knee gave out as you came, Ransom’s strong arms holding you up against the sink as you felt him swell and release in you at the same time, still rubbing your clit and shallowly thrusting for both of you to come down from your highs.

“That’s it. That’s it, sweetheart.” His breath was hot against your neck, but you were both pulled out of the post-orgasmic bliss by the sound of the music changing. The last song of service was playing and within a few minutes, everyone would be emerging into the hall.

Ransom pulled out of you faster than he had before, both of you moaning with oversensitivity and the abruptness of the action. You gained composure on your jelly legs before pulling your panties back into place and doing your best to fix your makeup in the mirror. Luckily, the smudges could be attributed to your coughing fit earlier, but Ransom’s rogue hairs that had flown forward and stuck to his forehead couldn’t. You quickly pushed them back into a decent position and straightened his collar before rushing into the hallway and taking a seat at an old pew that was next to a table with water bottles and cookies on it, set out for the social hour that always happened after service. Ransom grabbed a bottle and quickly chugged it down halfway, handing it to you just as the last song was ending.

“Here, hunch forward like you’re still recovering. And take this.” He was too good at convincing people of the scenes they had walked into. But how could you complain when it had gotten you out of trouble with the cops more times than you could count? Including after the two of you had been parked somewhere a little too long having car sex, or when he had driven just a little too recklessly while fingering you in the passenger seat. He always knew exactly how to manipulate the scene in his favor, convincing others to not believe their own eyes, but the stories he presented them instead. But he didn’t do it to you, never to you. He learned that the hard way, it’s better to be honest and do it with you. You were his teammate, who better to use his skills for than the one he loved? Bring it up though, and he’d deny it.

So you and Ransom sat there, your elbows on your knees and him rubbing circles on your back with his large, warm palm. Sure, it was performative, but it was also extremely comforting and reassuring, especially with the way he just rocked your world in the bathroom.

The church-goers began to file out of the double doors and into the hall. You looked up through your eyelashes to be greeted by your parents. They looked at you with confusion and a hint of concern when your dad crouched in front of you and your mom sat next to Ransom.

“Everything alright?” Your dad looked up into your eyes and you managed a nod, taking a sip from the water bottle and clearing your throat.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Got into a coughing fit and couldn’t shake it. Much better now.”

Ransom heard the clarity with which you spoke. If he really wanted to be convincing, he should’ve had you suck him off. There wasn’t really the time for that, though. As much as he loved watching your lips wrapped around him, he came way faster inside you, and how could he allow for the evidence of scuffs on your knees when you were wearing such a pretty dress? Maybe next time, when you were in jeans.

Ransom was pulled out of his thoughts when your mom and dad spoke, thanking him for checking up on you.

“Oh no problem, don’t worry, I took good care of your girl. I always will.”

They smiled, and must’ve believed the scene in front of them, as the topic swiftly changed to what they wanted for brunch plans. Ransom met your gaze, giving a quick wink for only you to see before kissing the top of your head and giving his input to the conversation.

That was the last you saw of him for half an hour, though, as the church ladies descended, squeezing themselves between the two of you, oohing and ahhhing over your sly boyfriend. Every now and then, as they’d ask him a tidal wave of questions, his eyes would seek you, full of fire, secrecy, and love, paired with that signature smirk on his face.

Bonus A/N: I think something that this extravaganza has taught me is that I have a thing for mirrors….and that scares me. It’s so hot in fics, and sure, every time I walk past a mirror in real life, I’ve been told I stop, but I wasn’t aware of what a dangerous combination that made until now. Lord save me, but he’s probably too angry at me now bc I wrote this.

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Jason Todd x F!Reader x Dick Grayson

Title: Your Worth

Warning(s): SEMI SMUT, MDNI. Cheating. Age difference between reader and Jason.

Character(s): Female x Reader, Jason Todd, and Dick Grayson. Dawn Granger mentioned.

Prompts are in bold print towards the end (in the smut section.) Credit goes to @ loveisanimaignarydagger3000

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Jason didn’t know when these feelings for you had started. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact time or place he started to fall in love with you. One drunken night, along with you being drunk, the two of you had slept together.

The bits and pieces he did remember, of that night were euphoric. But he also hated the way it happened. He hated the reasonings as to why the two of you were drunk and having drunk sex. And the one thing he hated most, was that you were Dick’s. Not his.

The two of you had a huge fight in the tower that night. Which resulted in him “going out”, and you sitting at the counter taking shots, and drinking beer.

Jason had heard the fight; it was over him bringing back the Titans. “You know this wasn’t a good idea Dick! It didn’t work the first time, and-and now we’re doing this…” you say while motioning around the tower “all over again.”

“I don’t expect you to understand, Y/N.” He said as he leaned against the counter in front of you.

“Why wouldn’t I understand Dick?” You asked, and he looked down at his feet. “You were the first to quit. You walked out and away first. It was too much for you to handle. It’s one of your weaknesses.”

You laughed at his reasoning. “Me? Weak? Because I walked away?” He nodded his head at his own statement. “No. Do you want to know why I left, Dick? I left because my weakness was you."

His dark brown eyes stared into your teary eyed ones. "My weakness was you. I had to leave because I couldn't stand the sight of you and Dawn together." Angrily, you wiped a tear from your cheek. "Do you know how much it hurts— to be told you are loved and led onto believe there could be something more? And then watching the person you are hopelessly and irrevocably in love with, move on to her best friend?”

“I love you. Yes, I left before, and I’m here because you and I are together now. But this is not a good idea, and you know why.” You say.

Tears streaked your face, and a small, yet visible tear fell from Dick’s eye. “I’m going out.” He said before walking away from you, leaving you alone in the kitchen. Your heart was just ripped out of your chest, and left alone, just like he had done a countless number of times before.

Jason gave it thirty minutes before going down and seeing if you were okay. But you were sitting at the makeshift bar, a bottle of Jack to your right and two empty beer bottles to your left. You were mindlessly passing the bottle from one hand to the other, making it squeal against the counter top.

“Are you done nursing that bottle?” He asked, and you looked up at him with a smile gracing your lips. “Why? Do you want it?” You asked handing him the beer bottle.

Jason pulled up a bar stool next to yours. “You’re not going to ask me if I’m 21?” He asked and you just smiled.

“I know you are, silly.” You said before taking a drink from the whiskey bottle. “I assume you heard all of that, huh?” You hiccuped and Jason nodded.

“Are you okay?” He asked and you slapped your hand against the counter. “No. I’m not. All of this-” you swung your arm in the air almost losing your balance. Jason grabbed your chair and steadied it back on the ground. You hadn’t even noticed you almost fell. “This tower brings back memories. It brings back when we lost Garth. And how many times Dick and I have confessed our love for one another, but each time he would follow it with a ‘We can’t be together. One day though.’”

Jason took a sip of his beer, and you wiped another tear from your cheek. “And then he moves on to Dawn. Just like that. Finally, I had enough. After Garth died, and those two were still fawning over one another, I packed up and left. I went back to Gotham, worked with Bruce and Dick hated that so much. That’s why I did it.” You chuckled and you looked back over at Jason.

“I just… I can’t be his second choice anymore, ya know? I’m tired of him wanting to screw me, and tell me he loves me, to the next day wanting to pretend nothing happened the night before.” You say as you took a sip of the Jack. “Now we’re together, and he’s brought back the Titans to relive and fix the past, and it’s not a good idea. It’s going to interfere with our relationship.” You whisper.

You didn’t know how long you were talking, but Jason had already drank five bottles from your case of beer, and now was drinking from the bottle of Jack. You snatched the bottle from his hands, “Dick will kill me if he knows I let you sit here and get drunk.” You said before getting up from the stool and tossing the near empty bottle into the trashcan. “I’m going to my own bedroom. If you see Dick, tell him not to bother me. I’m really not in the mood to fight.”

But before you could walk away, Jason worked up the drunken courage to grab your wrist. “For what it’s worth…He’s a dumbass. If he can’t see how great you were then, what makes you think he sees something now?” You stood there, shocked by his words. Was he right? Were you just a last resort because Dick knew you would stay with him no matter what?

Jason stood up from his chair and now he towered over you. “You deserve someone who wants you now and not when it’s convenient.” He looked into your eyes, and you stared at his lips. Jason’s hands made their way to your hips, “You deserve someone who will always choose you. Someone… someone who won’t take you for granted.” He whispered.

Both of you were inches away from each other’s face. His lips brushed your forehead, and he could feel your eyelashes bat against his cheek. Slowly, Jason brought his lips down to yours, and he gently pressed a kiss to your lips.

He was testing the waters, but when you kissed back, Jason melted into the kiss. His hands wrapped into your hair, and your hands raced up his chest. You moaned against his lips, and Jason lost all benevolence. He picked you up and sat you on the counter, and your legs wrapped around his waist.

Jason ripped open your blouse, revealing your bustier top, and he groaned. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your lips.

Teeth were clashing, sloppy kisses were being pressed everywhere, and neither of you could stop. “We can’t do this here.” You managed to whisper between kisses.

Jason lifted you back up and carried you up the stairs, until he stumbled into yours and Dick’s shared room. He laid you down before climbing on top of you, reconnecting your puffy lips. Both yours and Jason’s hands were desperately clutching each other and removing articles of clothing, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you both were starved of one another. Both of your minds with fogged lust, arousal, and desperation.

“This is wrong…” you whispered, and he replied “So wrong…” while he made his way between your legs. His fingers hooked underneath your black laced panties, and began to slowly pull them down, but he stopped. “Is this okay?” He asked as his brown eyes looked up from between your legs.

“Yes…” you answered, and he looked back up to you. “Open you legs… wider.” He demanded and you followed his instruction. When his tongue delved into you, it was over.

• • •

Moans filled the room, Jason’s hands held your hips firmly, surely leaving a few bruises in the place of his fingertips. With every thrust, you felt guilty, but then again, it felt nice to be wanted. But was this just one of Jason’s many conquests and you had finally become one of them?

What Jason was doing was intimate… the way he held your body, and the way he kissed you. It was more than just some drunken escapade. When your arched your back into him, he groaned.

He was hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, and you whispered his name quietly, “Jason…”

 “Don’t be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.” He said as he hooked his legs around his waist. “Jason!” You moaned, and then you couldn’t control every moan after that.

You were certain Dick would walk in at any moment. You wished he would. But he never did. After Jason had finished inside you, he laid down next to you out of breath. “How long did we go for?” He asked and you looked over at the alarm clock.

“An hour and a half….” You replied before both of you chuckled. Guilt weighed on your chest heavily, but Jason laid next to you and stared up at the ceiling. Little did you know, but guilt started to weigh heavily on him. At the same time, Jason was smiling inside. He loved you, deep down he did, but now was not the time to say it out loud. But he had hoped you noticed it through that entire hour and a half.

He held you in his arms, and you laid your head on his chest. Jason too had scars like Dick, and you caught yourself tracing them. Quickly, you removed your hand from his chest. This wasn’t right. But your mind was fogged with the continued lust.

Jason was definitely more energetic during sex. Whereas Dick was sensual; they both were passionate, but Jason definitely knew how to make you scream.

Your mind was fighting back and forth with itself, but you were too drunk to listen to reason. When Jason had left yours and Dick’s bed, you laid there in the dark. You were no better than Dick. What you did was worse than being led on. You found comfort in another man’s arms— and it happened to be your boyfriend’s adopted brother.

Around 3AM, the bedroom door opened, and Dick walked into the room. He kicked off his shoes, and took off his shirt and pants before climbing into bed next to you.

When the bed dipped, you laid still so he wouldn’t know you were awake. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. If you’re awake, just listen. What I did to you back then— with Dawn, I’m sorry.” He said as he rubbed up and down your bare shoulder.

“I do love you. I really do. I’m just scared to mess up things with you. You are so good for me– too good. And I’m afraid to fuck up and you lose you forever.” He whispered before pressing another kiss to your ear.

He slowly wrapped his arm around your bare stomach, and you moved in closer to his arms.

• • •

It was 4:30 in the morning when Dick had finally fallen asleep. You quickly, but quietly got out of bed and went down to Jason’s bedroom. You didn’t bother to knock; you just opened the door and quickly stepped in.

Jason was standing at his window looking out. “You ready for round two?” He asked and he sauntered over to you, and his hands went to your face, bringing you in for another kiss.

You pulled away, “Jason, stop.”

He took a step back from you, and had a confused look on his face. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Look— what happened last night or tonight— can’t happen again.” You said as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Jason’s hand went in the air, “Woah, woah. Am I hearing you right? You don’t want me? Because a few hours ago you were screaming my name and practically me to finish in you.” He said and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Jay, I’m with Dick. We were drunk and everything was and still is a blur. If Dick found out, he would murder you.” You say and Jason laughed.

“I’m willing to fight for you. I want you. I wouldn’t take you for granted, Y/N.” He said, and you shook your head.

“You’re younger than me. You’re 21, I’m 26. It should have never happened.” You say and Jason smirked.

“So? Dick is four years older than you. What does age have to do with any of this? Oh, right, it doesn’t.” He said and you leaned against the door.

“Look, please, Jason, this cannot happen again. All I ask is for you to not tell Dick. I’ll tell him when the time is right…. Just not right now.” You whisper with tears in your eyes.

Jason stared at you in silence for the longest time. “Whatever. Just—just leave, please. If anyone sees you, it’ll make things worse, so just go.” He said.

You tried to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, but he pushed your hand away. “I’m sorry, Jason.” You say before walking out of his bedroom.

Jason stood at his bedroom door; angry and upset. He didn’t understand why you would want to stay with someone who didn’t know if they wanted you to be a permanent fixture in their life. He knew he wanted you; he knew your value and your worth. Why wouldn’t you choose him?

• • •

When you climbed back into bed, Dick was snoring. Tears stained your pillowcase. How did you end up hurting two people at once, when you were the only one hurting.

Regret and guilt filled your dreams. Being a human was hard, but being a hurt human, who ended up hurting two people you loved, made life even harder and more complicated. You didn’t know who to worry about.

Yourself—who was at the mercy of a double edged blade. Dick— who would never forgive you for sleeping with his “replacement”, and possibly murdering Jason. And finally Jason— who had a short fuse and would more than likely try to make things worse.

What the hell were you going to do?

——-

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you thought. I was picturing Matthew Daddario as Jason, and Brenton Thwaites as Dick, and Minka Kelly as Dawn.

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Kidd x F!Reader - SFW - "You make me a better person." - STORY UNDER THE CUT CW: FLUFF; kidd proposes, bro is a bumbling idiot in the cutest way ever, I'm so hopelessly in love with him help me, gentle kidd will be the death of me ---word count 1.7k

It’d been four days since you’d seen Kidd.

Four days.

The occasional disappearance of your captain had come to be expected, seeing as the man needed his alone time to decompress from time to time, but four days were impressive even for him.

Especially considering that the entire time the crew had been out at sea, meaning you were never more than a few yards away from him at any given point. 

You’d begun to contemplate asking Killer if he had fallen overboard without anyone noticing when a disheveled head of red hair burst into the kitchen, grumbling in Killer’s direction and motioning for him to follow him.

You stood up and Kidd’s eyes snapped to you, the intensity in them causing your step to falter. When you stopped moving his eyes shifted to Killer, who then turned to face you and reached an arm out to rest a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, listen,” he starts, and Kidd disappears through the door as he blocks you from following after him.

“This isn’t going to make any sense, but just… don’t follow him right now, okay?” 

Your brows furrowed and you inhaled deeply to protest, but Killer continued before you had a chance to offer your rebuttal.

“I know,” he sighs, hands waving in the air in front of him, “I know. He’s… I don’t even know what to tell you is up with him right now. Just, leave him be for a bit longer, okay?”

The concern must have been evident on your face because Killer returned his hand to your shoulder, rubbing it in an attempted reassuring gesture.

“Did… did I do something?” Your voice was shaky with concern, but much to your surprise Killer lets out a laugh at your question.

A laugh.

“Technically… yes,” he chuckles, and despite your confusion, the answer manages to loosen the tension that had built in your shoulders.

“Just… trust me, okay? I promise you it will be worth the wait.”

You swear you can see him wink at you through his mask as he turns and walks out of the kitchen and toward where Kidd disappeared.

You took a deep breath before returning to your task at hand, and once you’d finished the dishes you wiped down the counters before heading up to the crow’s nest to relieve Bubblegum for the night.

You brought a book with you to distract you from the nagging thoughts of Kidd, but it did little to calm the tempest of thoughts swirling in your head. You found yourself replaying your last encounters with your lover in your head to try to figure out what had triggered this reaction from him, but you came up empty-handed with every scenario, inevitably ending up flipping through the pages of your book as you desperately try to get a grip of your mind.

You continue this cycle until the sun finally starts to peek up over the edge of the water and House greets you with a sleepy smile at the crow’s nest door, signaling the end of your watch shift. 

You scaled the ladder quickly and disappeared below deck, hoping a shower and a nap would help ease your mind enough to let you fall asleep before tending to your afternoon duties. 

As you pull open the door to your and Kidd’s cabin, you are startled to find him sitting on the edge of your bed, his head resting on his hands – which are resting on his knees.

You curled an eyebrow at him curiously as you crossed the room, not sure what reaction you would get from him as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his temple.

“Hi,” you greet him quietly, the timidness in your voice causing him to look up at you with weary eyes.

“Hey.”

You stand before him for a moment before deciding to continue with your original plan, turning to move for the bathroom door. 

“I’m going to shower and get some sleep,” you mumble, looking back over your shoulder to survey Kidd. He just simply nods, making no effort to move from his spot on the bed.

You shuffle through the room in search of a towel, slinging one over your shoulder once you find it and reaching for the door handle of the bathroom.

“Did I do something?”

Your movements stop as you let the question fall from your lips, unable to bear this tension any longer. You don’t turn to look at Kidd, instead you keep your eyes trained on the bathroom door before you until you hear his weight shift on the bed behind you.

A strong arm snakes around your waist and before you have time to protest you’re being turned around to face him, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as you look up at him.

First, Killer… now him?

“What the fuck is so fun-?!”

Your words are cut off as his lips connect to yours, your irritation dissolving as his teeth pull your bottom lip in between his own. He bites down lightly and your lips part for him, his tongue pressing inside your mouth and tangling with your own.

The kiss is soft and short, and a heartbeat later Kidd is pulling away from you, tugging your hand into his as he leads you toward the door.

“Where are we going?”

“Shush,” he grunts, pulling you out into the hall and up onto the deck of the Victoria Punk. You follow him up the stairs of the helm, his steps finally coming to a halt as he reaches the railing.

The sunrise pulls your attention as you listen to the sound of waves crashing against the hull of the ship, the distraction only temporary as Kidd drops your hand and starts digging through his pockets.

“What the fuck is going on, Kidd?”

He stops fumbling around and looks at you, eyes softer than usual as he speaks.

“I was supposed to wait until we docked, but I don’t want to anymore,” he starts, pulling a crinkled piece of paper from his pocket. 

He clears his throat and holds the paper out in front of him, eyes scanning over the words on it before he clears his throat. 

“Y/N,” he starts, his voice slightly wobbly, “I’ve tried to figure out how the hell I wanted to do this for months now, and every time I thought I had a good idea, I ended up hating it and going back to the drawing board.”

Footsteps on the staircase behind you pull your attention, but just as quickly as he appears, Killer disappears back down the stairs, as if he’d stumbled upon something he wasn’t supposed to.

Kid grunts before reaching for your hand, pulling your gaze back to him as he starts to speak again.

“I sat at my desk for hours trying to put the perfect words onto this paper, and the longer I tried the more stupid it sounded. Ugh, wait - not stupid,” he runs his hand through his hair in distress. “This isn’t stupid, that’s not what I meant, I jus-”

You reach out and cup his face in your hand, a small reassuring smile curling onto your lips as a single tear pools in the corner of your eye as you realize what is happening.

Kid grunts again, sighing heavily as he leans into your touch, “I’m sorry,” he breathes, crumpling the piece of paper and letting it fall to the floor, “I don’t know the right words to say, so I’m not going to sit here and read you some script off of a piece of paper.”

He pulls his face from your hand and kneels down to the floor, at the same time that the first tear falls down your cheek. He shoves his hand in his pocket and reaches for your left hand with his metal one, eyes growing slightly hazy as he looks up at you.

“I-I don’t know how you did it, but you managed to make me rethink e-everything in my life,” he stumbles through the words, “I still don’t think I deserve to have you by my side, but I thank the gods they dropped you in my lap that night because I don’t know where or who I would be if I hadn’t met you.”

“You’ve loved every version of me, unconditionally, and without intentionally trying, you made me a better person – a better version of myself. Which is pretty impressive because I was already pretty fucking great when you met me.”

You let out a choked laugh, though it sounds more like a sob due to the tears now streaming down your cheeks as you stare at the ring resting in Kidd’s hand.

“All I know,” he says after chuckling to himself, “Is that I want you… I need you by my side, forever.”

Your heart stills as Kidd raises his hand, revealing the ring he’d spent the last three nights perfecting for you, unbeknownst to you. 

He slides the ring on your finger and you realize your hands are shaking, you bring your hand up to your face and admire the craftsmanship of the ring for a moment, before dropping your hand back down to his and staring down at him through bleary eyes.

“So is this you asking me to marry you?”

Your question makes Kidd’s smile drop, and he cocks a brow at you as he looks between you and the ring.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

You ignore the attitude in his tone and smirk at him, cocking your hip to the side as you cross your arms.

“You didn’t ask the question,” you muse, smirk growing as he rolls his eyes, “Or do I not get a choice in the matter?”

He smirks at that suggestion and stands, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you into his embrace.

“Glad you know that ‘No’ isn’t an option here,” he teases, leaning down and pressing a quick and gentle kiss to your lips. He pulls back slightly and meets your gaze, his eyes sparkling from the glow of the distant sunrise.

“Will you?”

“Will I, what?”

Kidd pinches your side and you yelp, giggling as he squeezes you in his arm tighter.

“Marry me, brat.”

You fling your arms around his neck as a fresh set of tears begin to fall, crashing your lips into his. You feel his shoulders relax as he deepens the kiss, twirling your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as he pulls back from you moments later.

“Of course I will, asshole.”

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.9 K Warnings: flashbacks to THAT NIGHT. Prompt: Why is it that potions is always so problematic? This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Not proofread

Chapter 67: What’s On My Mind

“Hey, hey!” Remus said as he tried to catch up with you. “Wait, Luv, please.” 

You turned around to look at him. He had hastily left the potion on the table and followed right behind. “Sorry,” you muttered, as he caught up with you. You were already a few metres away from the door. 

“What he said,” Rem started, “It’s not true.” He’d been listening in to the entire conversation as he packed things. 

“It feels true,” you said bitterly. “I mean, when you actually think about all the things that happened that night; if I had stayed with Reggie, my mother would be alive.” 

“You would have never allowed them to torture Nina. No one in their right mind would.” 

“But back then, I was the only one in the right mind, which is the same as being the only crazy one.” 

“What?” he asked, slightly confused.

“Perhaps a lunatic is simply a minority of one… He might be alone in holding that belief, and if alone, then a lunatic,” you quoted.  

“That’s…” he said as he stared at you and then muttered, “from 1984.” He then turned back to look at you, and almost accusingly he said, “I gave you that book!” 

“Exactly!” you retorted. “If I hadn’t done anything, only one would be dеad.” 

“If you hadn’t done anything, you wouldn’t be able to live with that choice.” 

“But I can barely cope with the one I made anyway!” You said, a little louder this time. Tears were prickling your eyes. 

“If you could turn back time, would you let it happen?” 

“I wouldn’t have caused the fire. I would have thought of something else, I could have–”  Remus pulled you into a hug before you continued to ramble about it. “I’m sorry,” you said. Not needing Rem to repeat the words he’d already told you. 

In a different situation, you might have never gotten out of there alive.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry,” you repeated as you hugged him a little tighter. “It’s just… I miss them.” 

“I know,” he said as he held you a little closer. He looked back at the door, and he saw some other students leaving the classroom as well, he knew you wouldn’t want anyone to see you crying, so he nudged you softly. “Come, let’s go somewhere else.” 

“Yeah, okay,” you said as you separated from the hug and blinked away some of the tears that had stubbornly fallen from your eyes. You still hated crying in front of people, but it was, for some reason, much easier to cry in front of Remus and Sirius than it was to cry in front of anyone else. 

Remus walked you to one of the seemingly infinite secret passages of the school, and the two of you started walking towards the little nook with the fireworms. 

“It feels a little lonely now that they’re not here,” you said as you looked at the empty house you’d built for them.

“I know,” he said as he too looked at the emptiness. He wasn’t sure if you meant Nina and your Mother or Pyro and Nummie. 

After the prank, the professors called in an expert to relocate all the fireworms into a special place in the forest where they could continue to grow, undisturbed. Some 7th-year students who wanted to go for magizoology were the only ones allowed to visit them. And although Jennifer Folly, from the reading club, was attending them, you hadn’t had time to ask her if she’d let you visit Pyro, after all, reading club reunions were only twice a month, and you wouldn’t see them until the end of the month. Not to mention everyone was still shaken about what’d happened. 

You stared at the empty spot a little longer, thinking back of the amorentia you’d made, and then you started laughing. Remus turned to you with a slightly worried expression. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah…” you said as you waved your hand to reassure him. “It’s just– I was thinking of our potion.” 

“And you think it’s funny?” 

“I’m just wondering if I would have figured out I was into you after smelling it or if I would have still been ridiculously blind to my feelings for you.” 

“You would have been confused,” he said. “It took me some time to accept I liked two people at the same time.” 

“Yeah, or perhaps I would have continued in denial. I mean I should have known after the SlugParty. I didn’t stop ogling you all night, I thought it was the potion I saved James from, but I never ogled James or Lily, and we both know they’re hella attractive as well.” 

“How would you even deny amortentia?” 

“Probably would have assumed it was an animagus thing, or the fact that Sirius smells like you half the time.” 

“You think?” He asked with an eyebrow rise. “You never actually told me what you were thinking about that night.” 

“And you never told me what was on Sirius’ drawing that made you have the reaction you did,” you retorted in the same suggestive tone. The way he cleared his throat was enough for you to know he was at least a little nervous.

“You didn’t ask him?” he asked, as calmly as he could. 

“Sirius? No.” 

“Well, he’s the one that drew it.” 

“You’re the one with the interesting reaction.” 

“Well, that’s because. I– I thought it was a live portrait,” he stammered. “At least until I realised you had no idea what it might have been.” 

You hummed in return. “And… you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?” 

“The what?” 

“A live portrait.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “Perhaps while it’s being made…” 

“You’re unbelievable,” he smiled. “You were all mopey just seconds ago and now you can’t stop teasing me.”

“Perhaps I’m like Tinkerbell, can only hold one emotion at a time,” you said. Although there was a part of you that was conscious that what you were doing was trying to drive your thoughts in a different direction, there was another one that had gone awfully needy after that class. You’d wanted to kiss Remus one too many times while preparing the potion, and now that there was nobody around, deep inside the corridors, you knew you could. 

“I don’t think that applies to normal-sized fae,” he retorted with a smile. “Let alone to a quartered blood one.”

“No?” 

“It’s not in the books.” 

“Maybe you’re not reading the right books.” 

He scoffed, although he was smiling. “That night, what did you think?” 

“Your shirt looked amazing.” 

“Just that?” 

“The way you laughed while dancing was intoxicating. I wished I could see you laugh a lot more often.” 

“I like the way you laugh too,” he admitted. “Did you ever… “ he seemed to think about what he would say next as he licked his lips. “Did you think about kissing me?” 

“I thought of much more than just kissing you,” you teased. “And when we came back to sleep, with Sirius on the bed too. It was almost overwhelming.” 

“Imagine what I felt every single night,” he retorted. 

“Did it–” you lowered your gaze. “Did it feel like torture?” 

“Never,” he retorted. “But I was always craving for more.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice earlier.” 

“I’m happy you noticed now,” he said before pulling you into a kiss. A hungry kiss, the likes of which Remus had never given you. But you were kissing back with as much hunger. There was certainly something about inhaling so much amorentia that affected you both who were already rather sensible to the way things smelled.

He was hungry, but his hands on your face were soft. For someone so strong, to hold you with such tenderness, it had you melting under his touch. He smelled of a combination of potion ingredients and his natural smell, the one you’d gotten in Amortentia, and was only driving you closer to him. There was something magical about the way he kissed you, it made everything else slip from your mind. Much like Sirius’ kisses, they were like a gentle potion made of Lethe Water. Soft, tender and mind-numbing like dream sand. 

But unlike dream sand, it was also exhilarating, exciting and arousing. Kindling a need for more, for his lips in you, for your lips on him, for everything. And it was addicting. Every time you kissed him, you wanted to kiss him again, and again, and again, until your lips were raw and he was delirious with the numbingness that your very kiss brought to him as well. There was something about how much he’d waited for the kisses, to be able to press his lips against yours. Surviving of the sole memory of how soft they’d been, of the pressure of not being able to have you because Sirius was there glueing you onto his lap, glueing you onto him. 

From the moment he met you he’d known Sirius liked you, which is why it had been torturous to slowly fall for you, in the same way it had been to fall for Sirius, desperate for your lips while kissing any other that offered a chance. 

But things were different now, and he loved how different they’d become. Remus had placed one of his hands under your shirt, resting his thumb just above the hem of the skirt and feeling your warm skin when the two of you heard something clash in the hallway. 

You instantly pulled apart from the kiss, and then heard another clash, like something had fallen on the floor. You looked at Remus with a frown and lit your wand as you silently exchanged a look. A small nod and a serious gaze. He tilted his head to the side just slightly and the two of you walked towards the source of the sound. It was a simple movement, but you were so attuned to his movements after so many nights of sneaking around with the marauders, that it was as if he was telling you the words themselves.

You’d been both rather worried, your hearts beating loudly against your chest and not only because of the kissing. You remained alert, not wanting anyone to discover what you’d been doing since it would have only caused further trouble –as if what Severus had seen hadn’t been enough. 

You walked together, shoulder to shoulder. Your wand illuminating the way, he’s ready to defend or attack in case whatever had caused the sound was dangerous. You weren’t sure what you expected to find, but you certainly weren’t expecting what you got. 

As you lowered your lit wand to the sound, you spotted a Hufflepuff boy, kneeling down on the floor while hastily picking some things up. He looked horrified and leaned back and covered his face when he saw the light. 

“Aiden?” Remus asked with a frown.

He lowered his hands from his face and looked at the two of you. He said your name, almost in a question, and then he looked at your partner. “Remus?” 

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you leaned down and started helping him with the things he had. 

“I was looking for you,” he explained. “Professor Nightshade asked me to pick you up from potions so you were in her classroom a little earlier today. But you weren’t there and–“ he took some collection cards scattered on the floor and placed them in his pocket. “When I asked the portraits if they’d seen where you’d gone, one told me you’d walked behind the statue and disappeared. I remembered you and Remus liked to go around passage hunting after study club, so I assumed it was one. But it was ridiculously dark, and I kept  tripping.” 

“Why didn’t you try Lumus?” asked Remus kindly. 

“I did!” he said, looking rather exasperated. “I tried, at least. But I couldn’t remember the name of the spell. I thought it was lighmus.” Aiden wasn’t good with memory, that’s why he’d joined the study club. He was excellent at charms, but only with a book in hand. No light meant he couldn’t check his journal, and therefore, he couldn’t cast a good spell. 

“So, what is the right spell?” you asked. 

The boy sighed, and took his wand out, “Lumus,” he said, and his wand lit up, as blindingly bright as yours was. “Sorry if I bothered you,” he said with a small frown, head down and looking between you and Remus with genuine regret. “If you want me to leave the study club–“

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Remus said as he patted the boy’s back in a reassuring manner. “You’ve gotten so much better at remembering other charms since you joined.” 

“But, am I not a nuisance?” he asked, looking up at Remus, genuinely sorry for what he’d done, which made you wonder if perhaps he had seen more than he let on. 

“Not at all,” you reassured. “Besides, you’ve been helping that Ravenclaw boy with potions, you wouldn’t want to leave him hanging, would you?” 

“Well, I guess not,” he said with a frown as he scratched his head. Then he looked up. “Do you know how to get to the charms classroom from here?” 

“Yes, I can take you,” he said as he looked at Aiden. “You should probably go to Nightshade.” 

“Right, yeah,” you said with a nod, not actually wanting to part ways with him. You started leaning onto him for a short goodbye kiss –the kind Sirius always wanted– but stopped yourself once you remembered you weren’t alone. “You uh… had some dust here,” you said as you brushed his shoulder, gave him a bit of a strangled smile and then patted his shoulder. 

 He smiled at that, trying not to look as smug as he felt which was, in reality, not all that successful. “Thank you, Luv,” he said politely. 

“No problem,” you retorted with a smile. “See you around, Aiden!” you added with a small wave. 

“See you,” he said with a smile. “And good luck!” 

“You too, tell Flitwick you were with us in case they ask around. Don’t mention the passage.” 

“Course not,” he added with a smile. 

Remus placed a hand on Aiden’s back and motioned him to walk forward. He was much taller than the little boy, and you thought he looked too cute as he helped the smaller boy. He then turned his head and raised his eyebrows at you when he noticed you were still staring. 

“Need anything?” he asked with a knowing smirk. 

And while you had been slightly caught off guard, you recovered almost instantly. “Your shirt is untucked,” you responded and turned back towards one of the diverging sections of the path. Once you took the first turn, it was almost instinctive the way in which you continued to walk from one path to the other until you exited the passageways. After going inside them so many times for Nummie and Pyro, you’d memorised the map Remus had made for you all those months past. 

You exited through the portrait of some nature mortes, as Sirius insisted on calling the cheese, bread and wine board painted in the canvas and made sure it was closed thoroughly as you continued with your way. That exit was the closest to the DADA classroom, you’d only have to walk one set of stairs, a hallway, and you’d be right outside. 

Once outside her office, you placed your hand over the door, but it opened itself before you even had the time to touch it. You let out a short blow of air, it was a rather complicated spell, not that indispensable to add to doors, and sometimes they were connected to the caster’s mind, to allow only the people that they were expecting to enter. Too complicated for a rather small payoff, it looked incredibly cool though, and it was definitely the kind of spell Seraphina would use. 

“I believe Mr. May found you,” she said as she looked up from the book and placed an elegant metal bookmarker in between the pages she was reading before closing the book. 

“Not without some setbacks,” you replied, as you stood on the other side of her desk. 

“Sit, darling, sit,” she said as she waved her hand and a chair floated right behind you. You did as told, and remained silent, looking at her. “We haven’t had a chance to talk about what happened.” 

“You already know all of it,” you told her. “You read the letter, yes?” You’d given Dumbledore a letter for her that day before going to the Lupin cottage. 

“Indeed,” she said as she pulled it up. Your handwriting had been slightly messy, and there were a few blotchy stains of black ink all over the parchment. A simple, and yet obvious testament of the state of mind you’d been on when you wrote it. You bit your lip and looked somewhere else, trying not to remember how much it hurt to get all those words out and into paper. “But, Darling, it was a dreadful thing you went through.” 

“Yeah, I know,” you said as you avoided her gaze. “I don’t fancy talking about it.” 

“I assumed as much,” she said as she looked at you. But even if her words were a little harsh, the way in which she uttered them was soft and sympathetic. She looked at the way in which you avoided her gaze and then sighed. 

“Did you call me to talk about it?” you asked, almost hesitantly.

“No, I did not,” she said simply. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

“I am okay.” 

“That’s not what I mean,” she said, and then sighed, closing her eyes, as if she wasn’t ready to do or say what she was about to. “I wish it didn’t have to be like this,” she added.

“Like this, how?” you asked apprehensively. It was the tone she used when you were about to learn a spell or defence that was complicated and, or painful. 

She sighed again and turned to look at you much more dourly. “Who am I?” 

You frowned but answered, “Seraphina Nightshade.” 

“How do you call me?” 

“Professor Nightshade.” 

“All the time?” 

“I call you Seraphina when you’re tutoring me.” 

“What did you think the first time we met?” 

“That you were beautiful, like a ballerina,” you said honestly. 

She seemed to be caught off guard by that but recovered quickly. 

“I meant when I asked you to come to the classroom after the incident with Mr. Rosier.” 

“That day? You asked a few interesting questions. I thought you might have been a dark wizard.” 

“And you still talked to me?” 

“I was disgusted by the idea, but I held you in high regards already. I was willing to hear whatever it was you had to say.” 

“Does anybody know about your private classes with me?” 

“My friends, although they think they’re about duelling training.” 

“Anyone else?” 

“I haven’t told anybody else.” 

“Would you be willing to confirm that with veritaserum?” 

“You don’t… trust me,” you retorted, an almost disappointed look on your face that made Nightshade gulp. 

“It’s not that,” she tried to reassure. “Would you take it?” 

“And if I didn’t?” 

“Our classes would cease.”

You stared at her apprehensively. You did not want your classes to cease, not when you’d seen the danger of being incapable of self-defence. Not in the middle of a war. “I would.” 

She opened a drawer on the side of her desk and pulled out a small vial. The tag “veritaserum” was perfectly clear. You reached for it and picked it up, breaking the wax seal at the top. You smelled the contents of the bottle. There was a faint smell of stewed mandrake root which confirmed that she’d actually given you veritaserum. She smiled when she noticed how weary you were, even with her. 

You took down half of it, and passed the bottle back at her, “I’ve left some for you.” 

She raised an eyebrow your way. “I gather you need to confirm I am who I say I am,” you started. “I’m afraid I’ll say compromising information if you are not who you say you are.” 

She nodded, and took the vial, drinking it in one go. “You know, that alone was almost convincing enough… What’s your name?”

You gave her your full name. “And yous?” 

“Seraphina Alessandra Nightshade.” 

“Alessandra?” you asked with a frown. 

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “I don’t use it… Have you taken any polyjuice lately?” 

“Define lately.” 

“Anytime this year.” 

“No. You?” 

“Me neither,” she retorted. “Have you been cursed?” 

“Yes.” 

“By what? Any unforgivables?” 

“Crucio,” you retorted. 

“Not imperio?” 

“No.” You paused. “You?” 

“I haven’t been cursed.” 

“Well, you’re quite lucky then.” 

She sighed, biting her lip and turning back to you. She looked a lot more relaxed now, but she seemed to still have a few questions left. “Did someone use imperio and command you to lie about it?” 

“No.” 

“Did they use any other tricky command that would prevent you from telling the truth right now?” 

“There was no imperio and there were no commands.” 

“Good. Would you lower your mind shields for me? It will not be pleasant if I break them.” 

“It will not be pleasant either way,” you retorted, knowing that she would look through the memories of that night. “Will it?” 

“I’m sorry,” she said. And you knew she meant it. Not because she was under viritaserum, but her expression was telling enough. “I wish I didn’t have to do this, a member of the order insisted.” 

You scoffed, you weren’t surprised at all. You took a deep breath, your chest tightening as it stretched outwards and then back down, you closed your eyes, your teeth clashing against themselves as you tried to steady yourself, and then you nodded. A slow nod accompanied by a simple exhale. “They’re down.” 

You could feel her tugging at your mind as she got in. You could feel the way she searched through your memories at the party. You didn’t hide anything from her, but you trusted she would maintain the same discretion you had with the things you’d figured out that day. It would be pointless to try and hide the stuff with Evan’s dad, it would be suspicious if you did. 

You shut your eyes when she got to the scream, to the time you crouched down on the balcony, hearing the muggle screams and doing nothing, to the moment you recognized Nina’s and jinxed Regulus. She looked through everything that happened that night. In detail, the faces of the people in the room, the clothes they wore, the wands they used. She saw the way Bellatrix cursed you, and then three more times, to make sure the words she said were the ones you claimed she had. She followed you into the maze and saw what happened inside, with Lucius and with the other Slytherin boys. She saw Barty help you up and shake you, he saw the two of you run until you appeared outside the shack, and she probably felt along with you the moment in which Barty jinxed you per your request.

“Was that enough?” you asked as you stared at her. Your eyes were glassy with unshed tears but your face and voice were steady, almost devoid of emotion. You wondered how many times you’d have to relive that dreadful night. Not only in nightmares but also in retellings, and in tests. 

“I’m sorry,” she said again, much quieter now. “We had to make sure.” 

“I know,” you said simply. You weren’t mad at her, but you were mad at the situation you’d been thrown into. You wondered how it was to live in a time before the war if people didn’t have to go through horrible things like this. Perhaps in the future, when the war was over, you’d know what that was like. 

She hesitated before she spoke again. “I could– you know I could help you forget about all that.” 

“About that night?” 

“If the memories are too painful, we could obliviate you.”

You had thought about it. Plenty of times, especially before the mirror. Perhaps all you needed was to forget about it, to leave, back then when you were alone and you thought you had no one. You’d considered getting a potion, leaving England and lying to yourself about everything that’s happened. A gaslighting so powerful inflicted on yourself and by yourself that all the pain would fade into oblivion. But if the mirror had taught you anything, if that night had taught you anything, then it was that the less you knew, the more danger you’d be in. 

If you had known better then the results of that night would have been different. If you hadn’t allowed yourself to be distracted by the broken floor, you would have blocked Lucius’ spell, and then things would have been different. You hadn’t known that then, but you did now. And just as you were after it happened, you were determined to never allow something like that to ensue again. 

“No,” you said. “I can’t protect the ones I love if I don’t know what I’m facing.” 

You looked at each other for a few seconds and she sighed, “I wouldn’t have expected anything different from you…” There was a small silence, she looked at her desk, she pulled a parchment from the bottom of her book. “Dumbledore wants more people to join the order, to extend the network.” She moved the list your way. “What do you think of this selection?”

You stared at the list, there were some names you recognised, some others which you’d heard in school but you hadn’t officially met.  A few names jumped at you on the first read. James, Lily, Remus, Sirius, Marlene and Dorcas. You knew neither of them would deny the invitation, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t be in danger by being members. You wanted to protect them, that’s why you’d joined. 

“Most of my friends are here,” you said. 

“You have incredibly talented friends.” 

You sighed. You’d never cared much for the danger you put yourself in, but you would never ask them to do the same. “If you want me to ask them–” 

“That’s not what we want.” 

“I wouldn’t have,” you said blankly. “So far the one time I tried to do anything to help it ended in a massacre. And it wasn’t even an official request.” 

“You would never be alone on official order business.” 

“Doesn’t make it much better, does it? I wasn’t alone there either.“

“So, do you agree they would be good members?” 

You wanted to say no, you wanted to lie and tell her that they would be terrible. That Sirius was bad at charms, that Lily couldn’t duel, that Remus looked smart but wasn’t. That Marlene and Docas’ only talent was flying and that James was selfish and conceited. But with the veristaserum still running through your system, you couldn’t lie. You swallowed. “They… would all be excellent members…” 

Seraphina nodded in agreement. “What about the other names?” 

“I don’t know them very well. I’ve heard Emmeline Vance is brilliant in charms, and I know Fabian and Gideon from the duelling club, but I believe I’ve never gone against either of them.”

“Is there anyone else you’d think would be fit?” 

You gave her a reproachful look in return. That was like suggesting who to enlist in a war. 

“They would still have to go through a tough reviewing process.” 

“Minho, Beth, Tom,” you started. “Neil, Nox and… Regulus.” 

“Regulus Black? Wasn’t he at the–” 

“Not by choice,” you interrupted. 

She sighed. “I don’t think he would be accepted. They almost left Sirius out because of his parents… Having said that. It wouldn’t hurt for you to keep him as an ally.” 

“He’s my friend.” 

“Do you think he’d be willing to act as a secret informant?” 

“Depends on who asks.” 

“What about the rest? Would they want to join?” 

You hesitated, you weren’t sure about everyone’s possible reaction, but you did know about some of them. The Marauders though, you assumed they’d be more than eager to join especially when they were told the reason for the fight. James and the rest of them all believed in equality, and he was particularly irked when anyone said anything regarding blood purity. He knew how hard it had been for Lily now, and he was ready to jump on anyone who dared to say anything that could make her feel bad. 

“Yes,” you said with a sigh. “At least most of them will.” 

She seemed to be about to say something else, but then the bell rang, and you knew it was time for her class to start. “Thank you,” she said as you stood. “I know it was hard for you.” 

If your veins weren’t oozing with truth serum, perhaps you would have answered with something like “It’s fine” or “no problem”. But you couldn’t lie, and it wasn’t fine. Although you understood the necessary evil it had been to have you go through it. Although the rational part of you agreed that it was the best, and perhaps the only logical course of action. And that they should have actually done it much earlier, the other part of you, the more emotional one, was pissed. Because you were forced to go through the pain again because she didn’t trust you to take your word for it. 

“Who was it?” you asked instead. 

“Who was what?” 

“Who insisted that I should go through this?” 

“Alastor Moody,” she responded simply. 

“Right,” you said, remembering the man that you’d met once a few years back in a dinner with your parents. He had light brown hair and a round worried face. He’d looked older for his age and had shown your father a thick scar he’d gotten on his chin after a fight with some magical being. He’d just turned into an auror back then. Although you had a faint memory of the man, you’d seen him again on the papers more than once, since he was one of the most important authors of the Ministry. Last year he’d recorded the highest hunt and imprison toll since Ominis Gaunt at the beginning of the century.

Being who he was, and from what you’d read about him, it made sense that he would ask her to do that to you or kick you out of the order entirely, especially when the only thing he knew about you was the fact that you were Silas’ daughter.

“Will you be okay?” she asked as you walked towards the door. 

“I’m much better now,” you said honestly. “What you saw… it was awful. Thinking about it hurts still. But back here, in school, with my friends… It feels safe.” 

“Good.” She said with a nod, and then, almost as an afterthought leaned down and took a small vial from her drawer. “Drink this.” 

“What is it?” you asked as you took it in your hands. 

“Antidote,” she explained. “I assume it’d be rather inconvenient to have to tell the truth all day when you have a secret society to hide.” 

And that wasn’t your only secret. 

“Thank you,” you said. And then, just out of spite added, “Alessandra.” 

“I don’t really fancy that name.” 

“I didn’t fancy you getting into my head either, but sometimes we must compromise, don’t we?” 

She laughed, “Get out, or I’ll give you a Dreadful on the next evaluation.” 

“That’s abuse of power, Miss Nightshade.” 

“Perhaps, but you wouldn’t report me. I’m your favourite teacher, after all.” 

You took the liquid and pocketed the vial. “I don’t know, Professor Kettleburn is up there.” 

She laughed again, and you left her office before people started walking inside the classroom. You didn’t bother to leave, and the boys were outside just minutes afterwards. 

Her class went by rather uneventfully. She focused on counterspells and strong defence spells, some that required extreme concentration and others that used other items in the surrounding vicinity as a shield. She mentioned that, although very useful, and relatively easy to perform, those kinds of spells were always at risk of not being powerful enough, since the defence depended on the item’s structure, and not on the wizard casting it.

If the opponent’s spell, whatever it might have been, was more powerful than the item you chose, you would likely get hit by the spell, and be forced to withstand a good part of the damage. 

“How do we know if an object is powerful enough to defend us?” asked Marlene. 

“That’s the problem,” Seraphina explained. “Unless you have studied the item previously, or for other reasons know its properties, be it magical or muggle, there would be no way of knowing.” 

“What about an item with a strong witchcraft residue?” asked Tom. 

“Those could be very useful, but be careful, sometimes people cast spells on items in their house or territory so that whenever a wizard tries to use them as a shield, it backfires.” 

“Is there a detection spell for that?” 

“Certainly,” she said as she waved her hand and a floating piece of chalk started writing on the board, a page and the name of a spell. “Unfortunately, taking the time to cast revelio malignus is rarely practical in a duel or fight. Not because the spell takes too long, but rather because you could get attacked while you’re at it.” 

Beth raised her hand. “But there are some that can detect those things naturally, right?” 

“Yes and no,” she said as she tilted her head. “It’s not that they are born with the ability to detect bewitched or cused objects, but rather,  they are better at perceiving magic than others, which in turn allows them to notice when an object has been cursed without having to use revelio malignus.” 

“Can we train to do something like this?” asked Terix, one of the Hufflepuffs.

“Curse breakers go through extensive training to stay safe in their jobs, and even though all wizards can detect magic, not everyone has senses keen enough to detect a well-concealed coursed object.” 

“And the best course breakers are already born with that ability, right?” said Lily.

“Indeed,” said Seraphina, smiling. “You know of an example?” 

“Matilda Weasly,” she retorted. 

“Brilliant. In fact, she’s recorded as the most sensible witch in regards of detecting coursed objects. She passed the  CORSE with a perfect score.” 

“What’s the CORSE?” asked Mary. 

“Cursed Object Recognition and Sensory Evaluation,” responded Lily politely. “I made an essay about Matilda in History of Magic last year,” she added when she noticed some of the looks she got from students. 

“Precisely, thank you, Miss Evans,” she nodded at Lily and then turned to the rest of the class again. “Any other questions regarding the blocking spells?” Once she made sure there wasn’t any, she proceeded. “Now if we don’t use items, what’s the other spell we can use?” 

“Protego,” replied Bash Heartly. 

Seraphina smiled, “And how do we make protego the most effective?” 

“We use Protego Maxima?” asked Janice. 

“Well…” 

“You have to cast it right before it hits you,” you said. “You can cast it at any point in a fight, but the longer you have the protecting bubble up, the more energy it takes and the less effective it becomes.” 

“Exactly,” she said, and then out of nowhere she pulled her wand out and shot a stunning spell. She probably noticed you had your wand in your hand because you barely had enough time to deviate the spell with an alternate version of protego she’s taught you in your private classes. The red beam of the spell had gone to the side and clashed against the Hebedrian skeleton, causing it to rattle and subsequently, for the jaw to fall off. 

Janice screeched as it was about to fall right on top of her when Peter –of all people– was fast enough to push it towards one of the windows instead. The glass broke as the head fell downwards a few floors, and then a loud thud as it crashed against the grass. 

“Sorry,” you muttered as a few students leaned over their desks and looked through the window. 

“Brilliant reflexes, both of you,” she said as she looked in between you and Peter, the latter was beaming with pride at having saved someone. 

“I should have used protego, not deflecto.”

“However, deflecto, is the best spell to use when a fight is starting,” she countered. “Especially when you are not expecting to be attacked, it consumes less energy than protego and instantly tells your opponent that you are not someone to mess with it.” She’d taught you that already, which is why you hadn’t even hesitated as you waved your wand.

“Mr. Lupin, would you mind bringing that head back up here with a levitation spell?” 

“Yes, Miss,” he retorted as he stood up and walked towards the window. There were already some kids from 2nd year on their break looking at the jaw curiously. 

“What’s this?” One of them shouted as he noticed Remus on the window.

“It’s a Hebridean Black,” he explained. 

“Blimey, Jace, it’s a dragon’s!” A small brunette next to him said as she patted him on the side, leaning down to get a closer look. 

“Why do you have a dragon's jaw, Mister?” 

“It’s not mine,” Remus replied patiently. “It’s Professor Nightshade’s.” 

“It’s not mine either,” she replied from behind. “Dinah Hecat left it here about a hundred years ago.” 

“Professor Nightshade?” the boy asked.

She nodded, also leaning on the window, “I thought it was you, Jace,” she retorted. “I can tell you all about the Hebridean Black and Professor Hecat in our next class.” 

“You would do that?” asked the girl. 

“Of course Miss Finch,” she retorted. “Now, if you’d allow Mr. Lupin to bring that jaw back up, it would be delightful.” 

“Yes, Miss Nightshade, sorry for inconveniencing your class, Miss.” 

“I value curiosity, Jace. Never apologise for it,” she smiled. The little boy beamed and walked back to the courtyard where he’d been playing with the old brooms. 

Remus flicked his wand, the jaw steadily floated all the way up, through the window, and later was levitated towards the front of the classroom. 

“Thank you very much, Mr Lupin,” she said with a smile, and then turned to the floor and delicately waved her wand, a clear as day remnant from her time as a ballerina. The window suddenly took back its form, the small shards of glass gently placing themselves back on the spot, the jaw went back to the rest of the dragon’s skull, along with two small bone-coloured nails that helped its fixing. 

“That’s 15 points for the Gryffindors,” she said as everyone settled, “5 for each.” 

There were a few cheers and some thumbs up thrown your way and Peter’s. Peter, although he was quite capable, had always been a little clumsy, and he rarely earned house points, which made him even more thrilled about the entire situation. The pats on the back he got from some other Gryffindor’s had clearly made him ecstatic. 

Even when you had all walked towards the Great Hall, he couldn’t let go of it. “Poor Janice, if I hadn’t been there, who knows what might have happened, right?” 

“You were really fast, Pete,” James said with a supportive smile. “And you threw it right out of that window.” 

“Yes!” Peter added. “And you?!” he said as he turned to you. “How on earth did you manage to block so fast? Did you expect her to do that? Is that why she called you in earlier? Was it planned?” 

You tried not to wince at the fact that Seraphina could have very well told you about her little plan for the class, but you suspected she had omitted the information to test you, as if she wanted to see which spell you would use. Anyone else would have used protego, since that was the spell you were practising, but you would have instinctively gone for deflecto, because it was what you’d practised in her classes more than once.

“Eh… not really. But I had my wand in my hand.” 

“You reckon you could have thrown her jinx towards someone else?” 

“I deflected upwards on purpose, but I suppose it was possible. I wasn’t thinking much further than not being instantly stunned.” 

“Yeah, I totally get it,” Pete responded, “I wasn’t thinking of the window either, just shook my wand. Had the Window not been there, perhaps it would have clashed against the wall.” 

“Maybe your instincts knew there was a window?” Remus offered. “Like unconsciously.” 

“Right! That must have been it!” Peter said with a rather eager nod. “Either way, I think I deserve a good meal after it.” 

You all laughed. Peter’s appetite had gone up recently, and you’d often hear him talking about food. You were sure Sirius had teased him about gaining weight, but James had put a stop to it before it got out of hand, since he noticed Peter was actually feeling bad about it after he tried to tease him as well.

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