#part three

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

*NSFW* How to train your pet Human pt. 3 (Yandere!Alien x GN!Reader)

CW: Dub-con, mild psychological distress, mind break, dead dove fic

Part 1, part 2

Kirtch slumped over his friend's standing chair, miserable and mopey.

A tall creature, taller than even Kirtch, sighed dramatically, sauntering around their depressed friend with a smaller horned being crawling behind them.

"I don't understand what I'm doing wrong." Kirtch whined pathetically in Jaudna's native tongue. Jaudna made a gurgling sound with the soft spot on their head, the closest human equivalent being someone rolling their eyes. They sprawled across their lounging seat, motioning for their pet to stay on his knees.

"I'll tell you exactly what you've done wrong. You pampered them too much."

"I punish them!"

"You punished them for their escape attempt. That was it. You've allowed your pet to test your authority in plenty of ways after that."

The man on his knees pleaded with his eyes to be let up, but stayed perfectly still, like he wasn't alive. Kirtch noted Jaudna's pet's demeanor with discomfort. That discomfort only lasted until he imagined (Reader) in that same position, looking up at him with their large dewy eyes, waiting so patiently to be held by him... his discomfort was replaced by jealousy.

"You don't understand, (Reader's) such a sweet little pet, and whenever they struggle they're so cute about it. I just can't understand why they aren't happy."

"Humans' minds are incredibly flawed. According to the few psychological texts I have gotten my claws on over the years, their memory is not set in stone like ours, it is fickle and easily manipulated. One of my books referenced a case in the nation called 'The United States of America' where nearly the entire country fell into panic over an imaginary evil, because a few doctors used a phoney science called 'hypnotism', a practice they believed could help recover forgotten memories, on a bunch of children, but accidentally implanted false memories of abuse, leaving the children traumatized, believing that they had been victims of a horrific occult."

Kirtch looked to his good friend nervously. "Are you implying I do something nefarious to my pet's mind?"

"No, I'm showcasing an example of how stupidly easy it should be to train your pet to love you." They tossed a book into Kirtch's hands, the cover printed with a photograph of a wild looking man, with fluffy hair and dark, hateful eyes. "Hypnotism isn't the only creative way humans have learned to reprogram each other."

Kirtch almost threw the book back, but saw Jaudna's unnamed pet still sitting so patiently for his master, and the pain in his body where his heart may have been throbbed again. "Thank you.. Jaudna."

(Reader) had waited for what they assumed to be well over an Earth day, alone in Kirtch's quarters, waiting for his return. The only company they received were the employees who brought their meals, speaking down at them in a language they didn't know, but could understand the disgust. It had been over a month since their fight with Kirtch. Every day since had been nothing but hell, feeling like their heart had been ripped out, they laid in their bed cage, only moving when necessary, allowing themselves to hide away inside their own mind.

The main door opened again, and (Reader) could hear Kirtch's long, graceful steps as he passed through the study and into the bedroom. "(Reader)? Are you still in bed?"

In an act of defiance, (Reader) kept their mouth shut, pulling the blanket tighter around their shoulders. But it was of little use, as Kirtch easily lifted their purposefully dead weighted body out of the bed.

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long, pet, but I had to see an old friend for advice." He carried (Reader) back to his desk, sitting them in his lap, fighting to hold them upright as they flopped about limply. "(Reader), please sit up so I can take off your shirt."

He began working on the wrists, the intricate metal cuffs with multiple buttons that almost acted like locks, and (Reader) subtly straightened their back to give him better access to the neck corset thing, thankful to finally have it off for a couple hours at least. (Reader) had grown to find it somewhat elegant the past few months, but it still was an incredible pain in the ass.

Feeling the air on their neck was bliss, and (Reader) immediately ran their fingers over their skin. (Reader) breathed a deep sigh, relaxing their body unintentionally. But almost as soon as their hands left their throat, a new collar was latched into place, a loud mechanism clicking as it tightened, stabbing the back of their neck with what felt like a fixed needle.

(Reader) cried out in pain, sprawling out their limbs on reflex, pushing themselves out of Kirtch's embrace and onto the floor, lying naked on their knees as they clawed at the collar, desperate to relieve the pain.

"What?? Why?" Their voice was barely audible through their sobs.

"I'm so sorry my pet, the pain will end soon, wait-" Kirtch pushed a button on what looked like a remote, and (Reader) could physically feel the rush of liquid enter their body, then the pain lightened, leaving (Reader) almost euphoric in it's absence.

"What is this? Why did you do this?" Betrayal laced their tone, and Kirtch looked almost on the verge of tears, but he stood still, refusing his urge to scoop up his little pet and beg for forgiveness.

"I know now that I didn't train you correctly, and for that I am sorry. I've given you too much leeway, and that is why you've been so unhappy." He took a ragged breath, thumbing the controller as he thought out his words. "I didn't want to do this, but I care about your happiness. This is for the best."

"So you put a shock collar on me?" (Reader) asked incredulously, spitting venom.

"No, nothing barbaric like that!" Kirtch looked hurt, flinching as he almost dropped onto his knees to comfort (Reader). "I just need to convince you that you're happy here with me, just as I did the first night you were here, to help you release your stress."

(Reader) remembered the shot he gave them, that first night when Kirtch used a toy to get them off, the hormones he artificially added to their body to make them feel pleasure, and then thought about the pain in the back of their neck. The color drained from their face. There were only two options; plead or double down.

"You can manipulate me all you like, I'll never be happy here." A tear escaped as (Reader) transformed their hurt into anger. "I deserve someone who will love me, not as a pet, but as an equal. Because I am a human fucking being. And we have partnerships. We don't jack off our pets, we do not love our pets like we love the people we have sex with, because that- that is not okay! Why did you.." (Reader) couldn't stop themselves from crying, looking up to try to at least slow the waterworks.

The silence between them was loud. (Reader) turned away, wiping away their snot with their bare arms.

"Pet, noun; a domestic or tamed animal kept for companionship or pleasure. Adjective; denoting a thing that one devotes special attention to or feels particularly strongly about." (Reader) looked up, horrified. "Your's may not be my first language, but I feel I had a pretty decent grasp on my understanding of what a pet is."

Kirtch placed a hand over his face to hide his expression.

"You'll be happier once this is all over. I promise."

"You son of a-!" (Reader) couldn't finish their sentence, more fluid passed into their spine, followed by an immediate sense of emptiness. Extreme anxiety flooded their body, causing severe stomach pain almost instantly. They collapsed, holding onto their midsection, their bare skin clammy. "What? Why?"

"No more talking back to me, pet." Kirtch kept his voice steady.

(Reader) cried out, rapidly becoming exhausted from heavy nothingness filling their body. "Please.. stop.."

Kirtch nodded, appearing relieved. He pushed another button, and the emptiness ebbed away, leaving (Reader) numb.

"I don't understand why you're doing this." (Reader) weakly grumbled, too tired to pick themselves up.

"Because I want you to be happy."

"I'll never be happy with you."

"Why?"

"Because! I deserve to be loved!"

"I love you-"

"Fucking liar." (Reader) snarled, knowing that this would cause them to be punished again, but needing to get in the last word. Kirtch looked so miserable, so crushed by (Reader's) words, but they felt vindicated by his pain. They needed to twist the knife deeper.

He smiled, so sadly, and grabbed a blanket, bending onto one knee as he covered his pet. "I love you, (Reader)."

Their heart clenched, and their face flushed. Immediately they searched his hands for the remote. "S-stop that."

"I love you."

Chemicals pumped into their neck, making (Reader) feverish and causing their thighs to ache. Their breath hitched, and tears of betrayal escaped. "I hate you."

"I know."

More pain gripped their throat, regret causing physical discomfort. "Why are you doing this?"

His smooth shelled fingers caressed their jaw, tenderly cradling (Reader's) face as though he needed them. Kirtch's touch sent shivers across (Reader's) skin, and they couldn't tell if it was because of the collar or their loneliness, but they wanted to pull him closer, make him touch them more.

"I will live for much longer than you. I will watch you grown old, and die. Even then, I will still love you. You are the most incredible creature I've ever met. I don't mind if you push me away, and slap at me. I just want you to be happy, at least most of the time." His head grew closer, his hardened face almost brushing (Reader's). "Let me make you happy."

'I need to fight back. Make him pay! I'm practically a slave! He bought me! I'll never see my family again because of him!'

(Reader) leaned forward, mind melting through their ears from the intense heat, and smashed their lips onto where his should have been.

All rational thoughts were drowned out by the intense need. They needed him, his love. (Reader) was aware of the sound of buttons clicking, but they couldn't stop, crawling onto Kirtch's body, feeling the edges of his joints scraping their back as his hands hungrily roamed their body, wanting to touch everything.

They would have felt ashamed, knowing how aroused they were, their exposed body touching Kirtch's stomach. Sweat was clinging to (Reader's) skin, and their eyes drooped stupidly. The only thing they could think of was relieving themselves, and wanting to see Kirtch relieved as well.

"Are you going to fuck me?" (Reader) whined between wet kisses, drunk on his touches.

"I will, if you want me to."

Their mood shifted, frustration beginning to surface again. "No. If you love me, wouldn't you want me?"

Kirtch sighed, fiddling with the remote behind (Reader's) back. "I do not have the same nervous system as humans do. We only engage in sexual acts for the purpose of procreation."

Shame shocked (Reader), sobering them up instantly. "Oh. I- I am so sorry." (Reader) moved to get off of Kirtch, but was held in place by the much stronger being.

"I will, to make you happy."

"No, I'm sorry! It won't make me happy knowing you aren't feeling good. I'm-I'm sorry, please let me go."

Kirtch pressed the button again, watching his pet's face darken and their mouth go from frightened to slack jawed. "Knowing you are feeling pleasure, from me, and only me, will bring me more joy than I can express." His cloak was ripped away, revealing his gorgeously colored exoskeleton. Kirtch gripped (Reader's) face tighter, forcing his blue tongue deep into their mouth, bursting with pride at the sounds (Reader) was making.

"What do you want me to do?" Kirtch asked, not intending on sounding like he was teasing them, but Kirtch craved the sound of their voice begging him.

"Please.." (Reader) swallowed their drool, feeling the hormones pumping into their brain, but too horny to care. "Please fuck me."

The spot on his pelvis where a human's genitals would be split open and a long, slimy cock revealed itself, growing behind (Reader's) back to a horrifying size. (Reader) only became aware of his erection when it fell forward, slapping against (Reader's) ass and lower back. In their intoxicated state, they turned back to look at what had suddenly touched them, and their eyes grew large in surprise. "Is that..? That's too big..."

Off balance and tipsy, (Reader) turned around, still sitting on Kirtch's abdomen, so that they were facing his exposed dick, and touched it experimentally. It was ridiculously huge, but because of the hormones being injected into (Reader's) neck, they were ravenous, using both hands to pump up and down on the shaft as they stuck the thin tipped head into their mouth, tasting Kirtch passionately. Kirtch was beyond elated, watching his precious pet so needy for him.

Kirtch picked (Reader) up, moaning at the popping sound as he pulled their mouth away from his body, seeing nothing but love in (Reader's) eyes as he spun them back to face him, and slowly began lowering (Reader) onto his naturally lubricated member. "Keep looking at me."

(Reader's) mind was hazy, and it felt like they were about to die, saliva and alien fluids leaking out their mouth and down their chin. Their internal voice had gone silent, the amount of tampering that had been done to their brain left (Reader) devoid of rational thought and intellect. "Yes sir." They barely got the words out as Kirtch entered their body, sliding into their needy little hole easily and without resistance, ramming himself in so their pelvis smacked into his shell with a wet plop, bringing (Reader) to a climax just from entering.

"Smile for me, pet." Kirtch cooed joyfully, loving how (Reader's) body spasmed, before slowly lifting them up, revealing the trail of their combined wetness stretching between their reproductive organs.

(Reader) smiled, reacting on autopilot as they rode out their orgasm, practically biting off their tongue when their sensitive body connected with Kirtch's again. "Ahhh, I already came! Stop!!" Their words cried for relief, however their voice and smile demanded more. It was too much, and (Reader) did want a break, but it also felt amazing, and that dirty little part of themselves that was desperate for love needed their body to be abused.

Kirtch bounced (Reader) on his cock, fucking them like a toy, regretting that he didn't have a camera rolling to capture just how adorable his pet was in his hands. "Look at how happy you are, pet! Don't you want to be this happy all the time? Don't you always want to be happy, with me?"

Kirtch greedily pushed the button again, peppering (Reader) with kisses as they came again, their sticky juices splattering on his stomach. The squelching sound of (Reader's) bruising body getting fucked by the hard as steel monster beneath them was music to Kirtch's ears. He had, embarrassingly, read the book his friend had lent him, and knew now how humans used pleasure to keep brainwashed people by their side. But it wasn't just pleasure, it was that feeling of connection. He had thought about what (Reader) had said, that humans don't jack off their pets, and that made sense, for animals that did not share the same level of intelligence as an adult human. What (Reader) needed, was to feel equal, to feel like they weren't just a pet, but a partner. So how would they feel, if Kirtch ejaculated so deep into their body they were still excreting his cum weeks later?

"I'm going to mark you as mine, (Reader)." It was a lie, his species did no such thing, but the look of unbridled joy on (Reader's) cross eyed face, the loopy smile that twitched as tears poured down to their chest, was a sight that made it worth lying.

"Are you cumming? Are you cumming in me?" (Reader) slurred, barely holding themselves upright in Kirtch's grasp.

"If you promise to be a good little pet." Kirtch could hold out for as long as needed. His species did not have sex for pleasure, so there was no sense of urgency when they needed to release. He could have continued going for hours, if he hadn't overdone it with the collar. (Reader) was on the verge of passing out.

"I promise! I promise to be a good pet! I promise!" (Reader) exclaimed, colliding their lips back onto Kirtch's as a string of hot sperm shot up into (Reader's) body, a fluid so thick it was practically glue, leaving (Reader) feeling physically full. Kirtch couldn't help but push the button again, seeing his pet overflow with adoration for him.

"I love you, (Reader), I really really do."

Kirtch whispered sweet nothing's into his pet's ear as they passed out, then carried them to his bed, tucking in their swollen body, not minding the mess. (Reader) really was the most beautiful and adorable little pet in the entire universe. He doubt that he would ever get another pet after (Reader) was gone. He sat on the floor, rubbing circles into their tear stained cheeks, smiling contently.

Of course, the next day Kirtch would have to use the collar, showing (Reader) how bad they truly felt inside when they refused to get out of bed, and while it was awful making them cry when they tried to refuse to eat, it was for the best. Kirtch knew it wouldn't take long for (Reader) to graduate from needing their collar, and that soon they would always be by his side, begging him to pick them up and play with them. It didn't matter whether (Reader) needed cuddles or needed to be filled with his seed, Kirtch would overuse that remote until they desired his touch all the time.

He didn't mind the glassy, doll like glaze to their eyes, the change in their speech, the way they began crying whenever it looked like Kirtch was unhappy, or how they stopped pushing him away. After months of flushing their system with artificial love, Kirtch knew that his pet was happy with him. And that was all that mattered.

[avcdgrdn]

── .✦ [ FIC ]: can i really stay here? [ part three ]

[ part one & part two ]

mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, sfw

word count: 1765

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he was so obviously staring at you.

it was a crisp fall morning, and a light sweat formed on your brow as you swept the floor by the front desk. you’d been at it for a while, and about halfway through, stan had meandered down the stairs and happened to see you. presently, he was casually leaning against the wall, and you could feel his eyes on your back.

there were moments where you’d turn your head in his direction, and he would jolt and quickly look the other way. you rolled your eyes amusedly, wondering what he could be thinking of.

after a moment of thought, you spoke up, your gaze still focused on the broom in your hands. ��so, whatcha doin’, stan?”

there was nobody else in the lobby, so he didn’t really have a good excuse to pull out of his back pocket. he looked up, drumming his fingers against the wall. “uhhh … nothin’. what’s it to ya?”

“you know, you can come closer if you want to.” you shook your head, chuckling. the broad-built man sighed in defeat, pushing himself off of the wall and walking over to lean against the front desk instead.

as you continued to sweep, he pursed his lips, fidgeting with the edge of his t-shirt. “hey, uh. i been thinkin’.”

you gave him a glance over your shoulder. “yeah?”

one of his hands wandered up to his shaggy mullet, tugging absentmindedly at chocolate brown hairs. “well, i’ve been stayin’ with you for a few days now … and i really appreciate your help. i … i’m still tryin’ ta think of ways to make a buck, but … a–anyway, what’s i’m saying is—”

he stammered, blushing faintly as he averted his gaze. it was frustratingly difficult to be so open and honest.

“ … is–is there any way i could help you out? since i’m not payin’ at all …”

you straightened, turning to fully face him. his desire to settle his debt was endearing, but you knew in your heart that he really didn’t owe you anything. you wanted him to have someone to watch out for him, someone to care about him.

someone to … love him.

“i really appreciate it, but it’s okay.” you grinned, warm with compassion.

stan blinked, and he suddenly found that his heart was aching in his chest again. just as it had at the diner, as it had when he took that key from your hand …

his square jaw clenched shut as your genuine empathy pierced into him like daggers.

“please.”

he almost sounded desperate.

“i, uh. i just don’t like ta feel useless.”

after studying his expression for a moment, your smile softened.

“okay.” swiftly, you extended the broom towards him, raising your brows. “wanna finish sweeping in the lobby? i can start on the dusting.”

immediately, he lit up. “alright, angel. i’ll sweep this place so good, you’d never guess that anyone’s set foot in it.”

taking hold of the broomstick, the brunet got to work, happily gathering dust bunnies, crumbs, and random bits of trash that various customers had left behind. you rummaged around in the supply closet for the duster, pulling it out and starting to clean up different decorative objects and shelftops.

the soft music emanating from the record player served to create a peaceful atmosphere. occasionally, one or two patrons would pass through, but for the most part, it was quiet.

after you’d taken care of all the dusty surfaces in the room, you put the duster away, lighting a pumpkin spice scented candle and carefully placing it on a table in the center of the lobby.

“hmm ... wow, that’s nice.” stan hummed, clearly affected by the calming aroma.

“i know, right? i love having this scent in the fall–”

you stopped abruptly upon seeing the perfectly clean floors. it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, and yet all of it was spotless.

“wow, stan, you made quick work of that! good job!”

stanley puffed out his chest, clearly smug and quite proud of himself, like a small child showing you a drawing they had worked hard on. “i told you. ain’t i helpful?”

“you’re a huge help, thank you.”

he hadn’t been praised like this in so long. he was practically glowing at this point.

“so, er … what else can i help ya with?” he stepped closer to you, hands on his hips.

you racked your brain in an attempt to think of what else needed to get done around the inn. “oh, i know. a shipment arrived for us earlier today, but they’re both heavy boxes that i can’t quite move on my own. would you w–”

“I’M ON IT! lead the way, sweetheart!”

“o–okay–” you led him around to the back to collect the packages, trying so hard not to let his pet names affect you. nonetheless, you were blushing like an idiot.

next thing you knew, you were watching him carry two heavy boxes with ease, one on each arm. he had rolled up his jacket sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms.

… it’s fall, right? it’s not supposed to be this hot in here.

“where to, toots?” he grunted, arching a brow.

“uh … the storage room. this way.” you were avoiding eye contact as much as possible. everything about this guy was attractive right now.

oh God, don’t let me die yet…

after the contents of the boxes were successfully unloaded and put away, the two of you sat at the kitchen bar, helping yourselves to the lunch that your chef had made. stan ate enthusiastically, probably in the best mood that you’d ever seen him in. why that was, exactly, you weren’t sure—you were too overwhelmed to figure it out. there was just something about the way he looked at you that was making you silently freak out.

i know that he’s been calling me names even since we first met. it seems like it’s just a thing that he does with everyone … but lately, they really don’t feel like just names.

i don’t know. am i going crazy? i might be. and yet …

chewing on a mouthful of rice, you snuck a sideways peek at the man beside you, admiring his chiseled jaw and dark brown hair. that is, until he caught you looking, and you nearly choked on your food.

“what? ‘s there somethin’ on my face?” he chuckled, his tone taunting.

“i, uh, i thought there might’ve been–but you’re fine. no worries.” bullcrap.

“hah, whatever you say.”

you continued to eat in silence. your fork was slipping in your hand.

just great. my palms are sweating.

this … hasn’t happened to you since high school. butterflies and blushing suddenly clouded your brain whenever he was close to you. how did it even start? he just walked into your life, and …

you were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t process stan calling your name for the third time in a row. it wasn’t until he put his hand on your shoulder that you snapped out of it.

“gh– huh?” your face was redder than a cherry tomato.

“hey, you alright? yer actin’ all spacey.” he was evidently concerned this time. “how many fingers am i holdin’ up?”

“f–four.” you exhaled, rubbing your temples with one hand. “i’m fine, just lost in thought, is all. thanks, stan.” you offered a small smile as you fought the raging butterflies in your stomach.

stan nodded in understanding, gently taking his hand off your shoulder.

“okay, just lemme know if you need anything.”

with that, he took care of his plate, rinsing it off in the sink before making his way up to his room. your chef walked into the kitchen, shooting you a look as you handed him your half-full plate.

“sorry, i don’t think i can eat any more. i’m feeling … nauseous.”

it was around six o’clock in the evening now, and you sat up in your personal living room on the very top floor of the inn, falling deeper and deeper into your thoughts.

do i … really like him that much?

am i in love?

you tangled your fingers into your hair, hunching over slightly.

but … so quickly? i’ve only known him for a number of days. is that a thing that happens!?

what if he doesn’t like me back? what if he flirts with everyone? what if he thinks i’m weird for liking him? does he know i like him?

just then, you heard a knocking on your door.

oh.

heart thudding violently in your chest, you swallowed your anxiety, standing up from your sofa to find out who it could be. you turned the doorknob, letting it swing open.

the first thing you saw was a beautiful bouquet of red tulips.

your gaze trailed up to find stanley’s broad figure, dressed in slacks and a flattering button-up top. he had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, although a few stray hairs remained out of place.

his brown eyes met your own, and your breath hitched in your throat.

“hey. listen, uh … these are for you, first of all.” he handed the bouquet to you, which you mindlessly accepted, being unable to look away from his face.

“i … wanted t’ properly say thank you. lettin’ me stay here has helped me get my mind right ‘nd allowed me to think about the important things.”

he took a breath.

“and, well … i figured out that you’re real important to me. so. i–i was wonderin’ if you’d wanna grab dinner tonight?”

“… dinner?”

“y–yeah, like a date–”

your cheeks flushed a dark shade of red, matching the tulips you held in your arms.

stan tripped over his words, staring at the floor. “and i, uh—i understand if you’re not interested–”

“no! i mean, yes! yes, i’m–i’m very interested.” you rushed to answer him, not fully realizing that a gleeful smile had broken out onto your expression. “i just … wow …”

he laughed, beaming with joy as he realized that the answer was yes. “oh, damn, i didn’t actually expect to get this far…!” gently, he scooped you into a snug embrace, lifting you off of your feet slightly. “thank you, angel.”

“... anything for you.” you murmured in reply, hugging him back for a sweet moment before the two of you stepped apart. “let me just get ready, then.”

“sounds good, doll. i’ll be waitin’ downstairs.”

and just like that, the door was shut, and you were left to stare at the red tulips in your hands.

end

[ part four ]

author's note:

screaming into a pillow kicking my feet giggling

i wrote this one so fast somehow ??? i had a vision

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[ghost-ferry]

Original tadc au created by @sm-baby

[rin-may-1103]

Delilah's language Au posts

The Master Post

Delilah's language:

Bruce Wayne approaches the Fentons because Damian is a big fan of Danny for his work in the conservation of the purpleback gorilla.

So now Danny is going to the birthday of this random kid so he can teach him gorilla sign language so he can talk to the purple-back gorilla as well.

Part one, Part Two, Part Three, Part four(to be written).

[wandixx]

Relationship reveal with side of mind-control (or, really, the other way around)

to that one anon who asked for relationship reveal M'gann/Danny one-shot, here is another take I mentioned

Trigger warnings: mind control ofc

M’gann just needed to get closer. It’ll be alright if she just got a little closer.

“Are you trying to kill us dude?”

Answer was apparently yes as Robin barely jumped out of the way of an ectoblast. M’gann knew true answer was no, she knew Phantom well enough, after long calm nights under starry sky and comfort after breakdowns in the closets and heart-to-heart over battlefields and kisses stolen in the quiet moments of in-between. But for some reason, now he was acting against everything he was and stood for. Red eyes were probably point towards an explanation.

“What even is your beef with us?!” Artemis yelled, shooting one of her special arrows at him.

Right, Team didn’t know Danny. She was going to introduce him soon, when the time was right, gods, she even convinced him to join the Team and was just waiting for Batman’s approval. And now Phantom got worst possible introduction.

M’gann just needed to get close enough to snap him out of it. She could of course just use her psychic powers from where she was but it was a nuclear option. It was better if she handled it the ‘normal way’.

For all he was great fighter, Phantom stood no chance against the whole Team, even when he was in his right mind. As it was, however had in their clutches didn’t know full extent of his abilities and were absolutely pathetic at using what they did know about. Though intangibility made it a bit tricky-

Oh, wait, Kaldur’s water attacks countered it, Danny plain and simple hadn’t had a shadow of the chance.

“Don’t knock him out” she demanded over the Mindlink, right when Kaldur scooped Danny out of the sky, pinning his hands so he couldn’t fight anymore and Conner jumped at the ghost, fuming with anger.

“Don’t lapidate this one M’gann, they are not a robot”

“Excuse me, what?!”

“It was one time Robin, one time. And I know he is not a robot, I can read his thoughts”

“I sooo need to hear this story”

“As you wish Artemis, as you wish”

“Could you all just shut up and focus?!”

“Thank you Superboy”

“So, what’s the plan?” Wally asked while pacing, trying to work off excess energy after battle finished too soon.

“Oh, I’m going to talk to him”

“They tried to burn our heads off, I kinda doubt you can talk them out of anything”

“He is mind-controlled. And he is my friend, I taught him how to fight it. He just needs a little help, it seems”

“Get to it then Miss Martian, he is trying to slip”

She nodded and kicked off to fly, stopping at Danny’s eye level, just slightly breaching his personal space.

“Hey Phantom,” she started softly “I need you so use what I taught you o-?”

“Shut up” Danny’s mouth spat in distinctly not-Danny way.

“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Phantom and if you don’t leave I’ll make sure he kicks you out or do it myself” she didn’t bother with niceties, she didn’t bother with putting an inflection in her voice.

Danny’s body snorted.

“I won with psychics stronger than you. I just also know Phantom well enough, he’d prefer to do it himself and he can do it. If you don’t leave now, you’ll learn how much worse is it to be kicked out instead of leaving peacefully”

Slowly, so painfully slowly she reached out to put hand on Danny’s cheek. Touch always helped ground him and there was a chance it would distract whoever controlled him at the moment. Red in his eyes dimmed for a second or five. She smiled gently “Yes, just like that Phantom, you’ve got it. Just how we trained, alright?”

She got a little closer but not enough to lose view of his eyes. She could tell whether he was back in control just by using his powers, even without breaching the boundaries Danny was comfortable with. But she simply wanted to see his whole face and for him to see her whole face, like he did during hours upon hours of their practice.

She could feel his muscles twitching between expressions, as his eyes changed colors like police lights if they were red-green instead of red-blue. M’gann kept steady stream of assurances, slowly brushing thumbs against his cheeks. If situation wasn’t so dire it would probably feel pretty nice. She’d need to bookmark this idea for later.

At last, the whole spectacle ended, with Danny’s eyes turning back to their soft green his face pressing into her hands like it was his only salvation. M’gann grinned enthusiastically barely containing relieved laugh.

“You did it Da- Phantom! You did it!” she yelled before giving him a quick kiss and engulfing him in the hug, despite the water still holding him in place, few feet above the ground “I knew you could do it” she whispered to his ear. Kaldur asked if it was safe to approach so she waved them forward. As soon as Atlantean freed Danny (also getting water out of her cloths, which was nice) she lowered them both to the ground.

Danny’s hands hesitantly reached to hug her back, squeezed like his life depended on it and then he started shaking apart in her arms. She slowly lead him to sit on the ground when it was clear he could hold his own weight at the moment.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, as if he struggled to even make a sound “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

M’gann ignored growing wet patch on her shoulder, clinging to him just as strongly as he did.

“You did so well. There is nothing to be sorry for, you did so well”

“I’m sorry I- You- I should’ve- I’m”

“She is right,” Kaldur stated calmly “You are not to blame for being mind-controlled, especially since you broke it at first give chance”

“But I- I attacked you”

“Comes with the job, really” Robin said with almost imperceptible strain in his voice characteristic to the hand stand.

“I could’ve hurt you”

“Ha! You wish,”Artemis snorted.

“I really don’t”

Everyone snickered lightheartedly and Danny relaxed at clear lack of hostility.

“What about a collateral damage?”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere there is no collateral to be damaged”

“This is not what collateral means on it’s own-”

“This is not the point. Phantom, are you looking for things we should hate you for?”

“I have hard time believing you don’t”

“Danny, I love you but you’re an idiot right now. I told you they won’t hate you”

“Superboy still looks like he considers which of my bones he should break first”

“Not yours but whoever’s mind-controlled you. He has a bit of a history with that”

“Exactly”

“Huh. And you could probably do it too if it’s a guy I think it is” Danny whispered with some sort of amazement in his voice “That’s relieving. I’d hat if you hated me. Miss Martian told me a lot about y’all”

“Can’t say the same about you, sorry”

“That’s fine, I asked for it. I’m Phantom, I’m from Amity Park and usually I fight other menaces who try to stir some shit and worry about collateral damage and not the other way around. Pleased to meet you, sorry it happened like this”

“So like… you’re a small town hero, right?”

“Now, that might be a bit over-”

“Definitely a hero,” M’gann interrupted “With personal arch nemesis, regular rogue gallery and all that”

“Miss Martian also called you her friend,” Kaldur said, clearly trying to learn how that happened without outright asking the question, but he would get anything but, judging by Danny’s sudden grin, that could be called sly if he still wasn’t clearly shaken by the whole mind-control ordeal.

“Oh c’mon M. That’s not what you called me last week when we made up in the broom closet”

She loved that boy but she should’ve let Conner knock him out when she still had a chance.

[sommerbueckers]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬⁴

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November 1st, 2019

MYLA TAPPED HER DESIGNATED note taking pen against the table, the table that she sat at every Physics class, the table that she usually shared with Paige. However today, the blonde seemed to be missing. Myla knew for a fact that she was here, she had shamelessly watched her talk with her friends from behind the safety of her locker just a few moments before the bell rang.

She scoffed at the thought of her skipping class.

'Whatever, it's her grade,' the curly head thought.

Myla was jealous. In the three years she had been attending Hopkins, she hadn't found a solid group of friends. She had never gotten a text from from anyone in the middle of class to meet in the bathroom, she had never been brought her favorite coffee order in the morning and was never invited to go get food after school. She was an afterthought in every friendship she had ever had, and her 'friendship' with Paige was no different. In fact, the word 'afterthought' was quite generous.

She often wondered what the blonde talked about with her friends, what kind of things made her laugh, what kind of things about other people intrigued her.

Was there anything about herself that Paige liked?

Her ears perked up at the familiar sound of the blonde's voice in the front of the classroom. She was quietly handing a note to the teacher, a fading smile on her face, the aftermath of whatever she had finished before coming inside. Myla's stomach felt queasy, and she diverted her eyes down to her empty page of notes in an attempt to distract herself from the now approaching girl.

Paige breathed out a sigh as she sat down, pulling out her own notebook and pencil case. She leaned back in her chair, using the edge of the table to pull herself back in before she repeated the action.

"Do you mind?" Myla whispered, glancing behind her.

Paige smiled cheekily, "Sorry, is this bothering you?"

"Yes actually, it is," the girl grumbled in response.

Paige raised her eyebrows in surprise at Myla's sudden and unusually bitter tone. She pulled herself back into the table and leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the other girl's face. Avoiding her eyes, the curly head kept her gaze steadily on her notebook, knowing that if she made eye contact with Paige, she'd fold instantly.

"What bit you in the butt?" the blonde smirked.

"Excuse me?"

"You seem irritated," she shrugged, "and you usually aren't."

'Well you usually don't skip class so I guess we're all trying something new,' is what Myla would have said if it wouldn't have completely ruined everything she had been building since the first day of school. So instead, she bit her lip and shrugged silently.

"'M just hungry, I haven't eaten anything yet."

"You didn't eat breakfast?" Paige asked, to which Myla shook her head. "Why not?"

"I wasn't hungry this morning."

"Hm," the two fell silent again, and Paige found herself hating how awkward it felt. It felt like the first two weeks all over again: her and Myla talking for the first time ever after having gone to school together for three years. She'd commit crimes just to not have to go back to those first couple of weeks. Being paired with someone you didn't know was bad enough, but being paired with someone you didn't know and didn't like was lamentable. "Well now look at you, hungry ass," the blonde nudged her arm jokingly.

Myla failed to stop the smile that crept onto her face, and although the action didn't seem that bad once she had finally done it, Paige's next words made her wish she hadn't.

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June 17th, 2024

"There's that pretty smile," Paige spoke into the phone.

"Hi," Myla laughed shyly, "are you busy right now?"

"Never too busy for you, you look like you're kinda busy though..." Paige blue eyes narrowed slightly and she brought the phone closer to her face, "Are you in your towel right now?"

"Yeah," the curly head snorted, "it was getting late and I wanted to make sure I caught you before you went to bed."

"Sureee."

"What?"

"I think you jus' wanted me to see you like this," she said honestly. Paige had just sat back down on the couch after getting her DoorDash, her show ready to be resumed on the tv. But now, in the short few steps that it had taken her to get her food and get situated, she had forgotten all about it.

"Well if that was the case, I would've propped my phone up..." Myla explained, setting the phone up against a tissue box that sat upon her bathroom counter. "Like this."

Water droplets fell from the ends of Myla's curls, the entirety of her hair appearing darker after the shower. The girl proceeded to brush her teeth, and from where the towel had been wrapped, Paige could see the swell of her breasts as she bent over to spit into the sink. Wiping the excess toothpaste from her lip with her thumb, Myla smiled coyly into the camera.

Paige readjusted herself in her seat, unexpectedly growing more nervous than she would've thought. Her grip on her phone tightened, and she watched with an unwillingly clenched jaw as Myla finished off by brushing her tongue and rinsing her mouth.

"What pajamas should I wear tonight?" Myla asked, breaking Paige out of whatever trance she had fallen into.

She cleared her throat, "What are the options?"

"Well..." her voice trailed off as she set her phone down to browse through her drawers. "It's between these leopard shorts and the matching shirt, or these gray shorts and a white tank."

"Definitely not the leopard, you 'bouta' be lookin' like somebody grandma," the blonde laughed.

"Fuck you!" Myla gasped into the phone, "leopard is cute, you just don't have style like I do."

"Oh I got style, trust me," Paige argued, amused.

"Gray sweatpants and a white tee is not style, that's something you wear to an airport on the off chance that a real person might see you."

"So that means it's not a bad fit!"

"I didn't say it was! All I said was that it wasn't style, and you didn't disagree."

Shaking her head Paige responded, "If that helps you sleep at night."

After rolling her shorts to the length she liked, Myla wrapped her hair in a towel and climbed into bed with her phone. Roxie quickly joined her, her tiny feet pitter pattering against the hardwood floors as she hurried into the room and to the side of the bed. Scooping her into her arms, she gently placed her in front of the phone.

"She heard my voice," Paige smiled.

"She's not even looking at the camera, she's looking at her mommy," Myla said, ruffling her puppy's ears.

"Hm, so am I."

Paige and Myla made eye contact through the phone, both of their smiles growing in the tense silence they had created. Roxie, frustrated with the lack of attention she was getting, climbed into Myla's lap and let out a tiny bark. Myla diverted her eyes down for a moment, thankful for the distraction.

There had been a little voice in the back of her mind that told her that she and Paige were just friends, that their reserved dinner at a high class restaurant in the heart of New York City had just been two friends catching up. For a while, that had been a plausible explanation, at least that's what she told herself. But with the way their recent phone calls had sounded, and from the obvious flirting that Paige was doing right now, there was no way she could possibly still believe that.

Here she was again, lost in thought during an encounter that seventeen year old her could only dream of having. She placed a small peck on Roxie's head, choosing not to respond to the blonde. She leaned back against the headboard as Paige began to talk once more, allowing herself to be carried away by her voice.

"So about me coming up there..." she started carefully. "I was tryna figure out which hotel i'm gonna stay at, but I figured I'd ask you 'cus you'd know which one is closest to you."

Paige knew exactly what she was doing. She didn't stay in a hotel, she wanted to stay with Myla, and she knew Myla wanted that too. But she wanted, no, needed to hear her say it. Manicured hands adjusted the towel on her head before she had finally gathered the courage to speak up. This very topic had been on her mind since this morning when Paige mentioned coming here next weekend.

Why would she make Paige pay to stay in a hotel when she was coming up here specifically to see her? It wasn't like she didn't have the space, she certainly did. Myla had friends stay over all the time and not one of them had struggled to fit in the bed with her, Paige would be no different. Besides, if things went south there's always a perfectly good couch waiting just outside the bedroom.

Despite her mind being made up, Myla wasn't a fool. She could see right through Paige's attempt in cracking her, and she wasn't planning on giving in that easily.

"There are a few really good ones around. There's one that's like a five minute walk from me, and then the subway is five minutes in the opposite direction so that one is pretty popular. I know the Marriott is around all the good food spots..."

Myla paused when she looked at the phone again, Paige's narrowed eyes and unimpressed face staring back at her. The girl burst into laughter, not even noticing the way Roxie jumped at the sudden sound. Paige's facade cracked as well, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she watched Myla shake with laughter.

"You really think i'm gonna make you get a hotel?" she asked after finally calming down.

"Nah I didn't at first but -- you had me there for a second," Paige admitted.

"Good, that was the goal."

"You're a lil sneaky, I peep it," she nodded her head and tapped her finger against her temple.

"Oh please, I practically wear my feelings on my face," Myla frowned.

Paige would've liked to argue that, but after thinking back to the twinkle in Myla's eyes that night at dinner, she knew the girl was right. The blonde sighed tiredly, glancing at her clock on her nightstand. It was nearing midnight and she had to be up early in the morning. As much as she hated to see Myla's face disappear from her phone screen, it had to happen.

'I need some self control,' she shook her thoughts away.

"Ion wanna fall asleep on you so, imma jus' hangup," Paige breathed out, tilting her head.

"Okay then, well I hope you sleep well."

"I hope you do too."

Myla subtly moved out of the camera to hide her smile, "Goodnight Paige."

Paige shook her head with a smile, "Goodnight Myla."

The call disconnected and Myla grabbed her charger from the floor, humming in satisfaction when the lighting bolt appeared on the battery. She switched her lamp off and turned the other way, cuddling up with Roxie who was staring up at her with big eyes.

Myla had been more tired than she realized, and she became delirious quite quickly. So when her phone buzzed and lit up the small corner of the room, she couldn't decipher whether she had imagined it or not.

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i have smth cooking, and as much as i hate conflict, i think this story needs it...

love yall ! not proofread btw...

[lawrencespen1777]

“What was I saying?”

“Umm I’m not really sure. You fell asleep mid sentence.”

“Really?”

“Two hours ago.”

“Oh.”

“You need the rest.”

“It’s not rest. It’s narcotic induced unconsciousness.”

“Then it’s rest for me.”

“I hate being on all these drugs. They make me nauseous and I feel like my mind is moving in slow motion. I can’t even blink at a normal speed. It’s pathetic.”

“It’s reality right now, okay? You need the morphine so your body can use its energy to heal. No one is judging you. No one thinks you’re weak, especially not me.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“You would do it for me.”

“In a heartbeat.”

[inkjam-moon]

Bells Will Be Ringing - Part Three (M)

Summary: Another year, another one of Namjoon's heats causing problems.

Pairing: Hybrid!Namjoon x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 11.9k

TW: swearing; dirty talk; oral (male and female giving and recieving); anal (male and female); fingering; double penetration; mmf; mfm; ; creampies

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“Y/N-ah!”

Damnit. You sigh as you wrap the scarf around your neck; you wanted to get out of the house before another ‘hey can you-’, but as Namjoon comes tumbling down the stairs, you know there must be one more thing. 

“Yes, Joonie?”

“Are you going to the mall?”

You nod, grabbing your purse from where it hangs on the wall. “I have a few last minute things I need to grab.”

“Can you pick up that sweater we looked at the other day for him?” Namjoon gestures up the stairs. 

“Sure.”

“Oh, and can you stop at the jewelers?” He fishes a pick up ticket out of his pocket. “My ring should be ready.”

You take the ticket from him and put it in your purse. “Anything else?”

Namjoon thinks on this for a moment, oblivious to your sarcasm before shaking his head. “No, that should be everything.” He smiles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips before turning around and running back upstairs.

You huff as you walk outside, bracing against the cold as you walk to your car, quickly getting in and turning up the heat to defrost yourself. You grab your phone and open your list, adding the sweater and the jewelers to it before putting it back in your purse and driving to the mall. 

You hate that it’s taken you until now, December 23rd, to get the last few things on your Christmas list, but this year has been unbelievably chaotic to say the least.

After Jimin’s new years proposal last year, wedding planning began and it was much harder for three people than for just two. There were engagement parties, celebration brunches, wedding showers, dinners, bachelor parties, your bachelorette party, dress shopping, tux fittings, hanbok try-ons, and everything else crammed into 11 short months as you all decided to get married at the end of November. You planned it to coincide with the end of Namjoon’s last heat so that there wouldn’t be anything to worry about on your honeymoon. Then you went on your honeymoon for three weeks in Bali, having just come back this past weekend, and now here you are, back in the snowy weather of Seoul, stuck shopping at the last minute. You should’ve just ordered things online. 

As expected, the mall is packed. You make your way through the crowds, picking up the things on your list one by one until the only two things left are to go to the jewelers, and maybe pick up some Christmas night lingerie to surprise your husbands with. 

You walk past the lingerie store and stop, noticing a cute bra that looks like a bow you can unwrap. You run your hand over the soft satin of the cloth, thinking about how it would look on you and if the boys would like it. 

“That would look great on you.”

The voice comes from behind you, and you go to scold the stranger when you turn around and see a familiar face.

“Aish, Jin do you want to die?” You punch him lightly on the arm, making him laugh.

“What? I’m just being honest.”

You roll your eyes before turning back to the lingerie. “I don’t know… What do you wear with something like this?”

Jin thinks on this for a minute, his eyes searching the store before landing on a pair of ruffled panties and red thigh high stockings in the same shade of red. “How about that?”

You hate to admit he’s right, but they would look good together. You nod, grabbing the bra in your size and then walking over to grab the rest of the set, watching Jin’s shocked expression as he follows you around the store, suddenly shy. You walk up to the checkout counter and quickly pay, taking the bag the cashier hands you before thanking them and walking back out of the store. 

“Wow, you actually listened to me?” Jin asks as you walk.

“It’s the first good idea you’ve ever had.” You snort. “And before you ask, no, you will never get to see me in them, even if you helped me pick them out.”

“Ah Y/N-ah, I would never. You’re a married woman now.”

“Like that has ever stopped you from being a creep.”

Jin only chuckles, offering to take some of the bags from your hands. “Lunch?”

You sigh, checking your watch. “I have one more stop to make and then sure.”

Jin follows behind you as you weave through the crowd, heading down to the jewelry store which is, of course, at the other end of the mall. When you arrive, you walk up to the counter and say hello.

“Hi, My husband has an order ready for pick up.”

“Name?”

“Kim Namjoon.” You take the pick up ticket out of your purse and hand it to the man who studies it carefully.

“One moment please.” The cashier disappears through the door behind him and you wait patiently. 

“Is he really making you pick up your own christmas presents?” Jin jokes. 

You shake your head. “No, it should be his new wedding ring.”

“What happened to the first one?”

“He… He lost it in Bali.” You admit.

“He didn’t even have it a month!” Jin snorts as the cashier comes back out with not one, but four boxes. He very carefully places them in a bag and then hands the bag to you. 

“There you are, have a wonderful rest of your day.”

“T-thank you.” You take the bag and then leave the store. Four boxes? What else did Namjoon get? This time Jin takes the lead and you follow close behind him to the food court. You both decide on some nice hot tteokbokki, grabbing a serving each before finding a seat at one of the empty tables. You unload all your bags onto the chair and table next to you before flopping down in your seat, already exhausted. 

“Tired?” Jin observes as he pops a rice cake in his mouth.

“Tired, cold, stressed…” You whine.

“What’s there to be stressed about? It’s the holidays.”

“That’s exactly what I’m stressed about.”

“Why?”

“Because.” You start, running your hands through your hair. “We left at the end of Joon’s last heat, so it’s been almost a month. I just don’t want a repeat of what happened last year.” You think back to Namjoon’s record nine day heat that lasted through the holidays and your legs ache at the thought. 

“So?” Jin shrugs. “Jeongguk’s is due soon too, you don’t see me stressed about it.” 

“It’s not the same. You don’t have to worry about Jeongguk, you guys weren't together last time I checked. You don’t have to help him… you know, multiple times a day.”

Jin pops a fish cake in his mouth. “So? I still help him out a lot.”

“You do?” This is new information. You thought Jin and Jeongguk were strictly roommates.

“Yeah.” Jin admits. “I mean, sure he brings people home a lot too, but when he feels like bottoming I don’t mind helping.” Jin smirks at the shocked expression on your face. “What’s that look for?”

“I just… I didn’t know you guys had benefits like that.”

Jin chuckles at your words. “You of all people know it’s easier to just stay home and deal with it.”

“Hm, I guess you’re right…” An image of Jin and Jeongguk suddenly flashes in your mind and you quickly shake it away, blushing. “I just hope it doesn’t last as long this time. If it does, I don’t think we’ll come to your party.”

“What? Why not?”

“Are you kidding?” You scoff, finishing the last bite of your food. “You want to put Namjoon and Jeongguk in the same room when they’re both in heat? That’ll go really well. It was bad enough when it was just one of them.”

“If I remember correctly, last year was your fault.”

“My fault?!”

“Kook told me what happened. That you had a certain someone between your legs. And it was your smell that set him off. You sent him into his heat two weeks early, you know.”

You huff, no you didn’t know that. “Well, maybe if Jeongguk knew how to knock it wouldn’t have mattered what we were doing!” 

Jin rolls his eyes at you. “Lock the door next time.”

“Seokjin-”

He throws his arms up in defense. “I’m just saying, that’s what I was told.”

“Whatever.” You cross your arms and lean back in your chair. 

“You know,” Jin begins. “That might not be a bad idea honestly.”

“What idea?” You eye him cautiously.

“What if we just locked them in a room together for their heats? I mean, I know they already want to.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him. “What do you mean they want to?”

“Oh come on Y/N, you can’t tell me you don’t see it. All the hushed whispering and secret conversations they have whenever they're together. Jeongguk has told me he would fuck all three of you if he had the chance.”

Your face flushes hot at Jin’s words. “T-that’s a terrible idea.”

“Is it?”

“Yes!” You feel like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. “They’d tear the house apart. Or worse, each other.”

“You’re overthinking it. You should just let them have a little fun.”

“It’s not my choice.” You stand, gathering your things. “Namjoon is his own person, he has free will. If he wants to spend time with Jeongguk like that, it’s his decision. He knows that.”

Jin smirks, standing up with you and helping you get your bags. You’re silent as you walk back outside to your car, Jin following you once again, popping open the trunk so you can both put your many bags inside. You slam the trunk shut and move to say goodbye when Jin cups your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“I’ll let Jeongguk know that he has your permission.”

“He doesn’t- I mean- Ugh, Seokjin!” But it’s too late. He lets you go and waves goodbye as he disappears in the parking lot.

You climb into your car, starting the heat to try and warm away this strange feeling in your chest. You make your way back home, grabbing your bags before heading inside your house. Thankfully, both of your husbands seem to be otherwise occupied and you hurry up the stairs, hiding your bags in the back of your closet before grabbing the few Namjoon and Jimin asked you to pick up and slipping them into the corresponding closets as well before grabbing the bag from the jewelers and going to find Namjoon. 

You find him in his studio, headphones on, gaze fixed on the computer as he works on something on the screen. You smile, admiring the way his jaw juts out as he focuses. 

“Joon.” You tap him on the shoulder, not wanting to startle him. He turns and looks up, smiling when he sees you and taking his headphones off. 

“Y/N-ah!” He pulls you down to sit on his thigh and kisses you sweetly. “What took you so long? I thought I might have to send out a search party.”

“Ah, I ran into Jin and we had lunch.” You explain, placing the bag on his desk in front of him. “Got this for you.”

“Perfect, thank you love.” He kisses your cheek before you stand up. 

“Any idea where Jimin is?” You ask, as he rifles through the bag. 

“He got back from the grocery store not too long ago, and then I think I heard the shower turn on.”

“Okay, I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready.” You squeeze his shoulder before going to search for your other husband.

You wander down the hall to your bedroom and sure enough you hear the shower running. You could use a shower to wash the mall off of you. “Jimin?” You call out as you open the bathroom door. He doesn’t respond, so you begin to slip out of your clothes, leaving a trail behind you as you come to stand in front of the shower door, amazed by what's in front of you.

Jimin leans back against the wall of the shower, one hand pushing his hair back out of his face, the other is wrapped around his cock, stroking it in swift motions as he moans softly. 

“Am I interrupting?” You question, your voice low. 

Jimin jumps at the sound of your voice, startled by the sight of you. “N-noona,” He blushes as you open the door and slip into the shower with him. “I was just thinking about you.” He admits shyly.

“Oh?” You stand in front of him, leaning in for a kiss as you replace his hand with your own, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat. You squeeze his tip harshly, relishing in the gasp that leaves him.

“Oh god, how do you always know exactly what I need?” He groans, watching closely as you get down on your knees in front of him. 

“Years of practice.” You smirk at him before flicking your tongue out against his length, tasting him for the first time since your honeymoon. Jimin’s head falls back as you take his tip into your mouth, sucking on it gently before taking more and more of him in, little by little, driving him wild as you tease him. 

“Y-yeobo, please…” He whimpers, his fingers tangling in your hair as it dampens from the water cascading over both your bodies. 

You relent, stopping your teasing as you sink your mouth down on his cock, moaning when it hits the back of your throat. Jimin’s hips reflexively snap forward, trying to bury himself in the warmth of your mouth, and you let him, opening your throat and relaxing as he thrusts into you, already chasing his release. 

It doesn’t take long, he must’ve already been pretty close as he starts panting, his hips moving faster, but shallower. You stick your tongue out, dragging it along his length as you hollow your cheeks and start to suck hard. 

“Yes… Yes, god, fuck~” Jimin whines, his moans music to your ears. You look up, sneaking a peek at him like this and you swear you could orgasm from the sight alone.

Water trails down Jimin’s body, following the contours of his toned muscles from his neck down to his waist, his skin glistens in the low light of the bathroom. His hair is pushed back off his face, giving you a full view of his erotic expression; his eyes are squeezed shut as he focuses solely on the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him and his teeth dig into his lower lip, enjoying the sensation between his thighs. 

“Y-Y/N, ah~!” With a cry of your name, Jimin buries himself in the back of your throat, holding you against him as he cums. He cums hard, more than usual, and you can’t help your surprised expression as you pull off him, only to feel him paint your tongue and dribble on your lips.

Jimin’s legs shake as he comes down from his high, and you help him sit on the bench in the shower, taking a washcloth and gently cleaning him up as his eyes come back into focus and he wipes a bit you missed off your chin.

“You alright love?” You ask, mildly concerned. You haven’t seen Jimin cum that hard in months. 

He nods, his chest heaving. “Just been a minute.”

You think back and realize he’s right. You and Namjoon had sex a few days ago, but Jimin wasn't home, and he hasn’t done anything with you guys since three days before you came home from Bali. “Huh, I guess it has.”

 He stands up and pulls you with him, giving you a hot kiss that makes you dizzy with delight. “I’ve missed that mouth of yours.” He smirks, giving himself one last rinse before cracking the door. “Don’t tell Joon, but you’re still the best at that.”

“The best at what?” As if on cue, Namjoon strides into the bathroom, peeling his shirt off over his head.

“Nothing!” Jimin only smiles as he steps out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist as Namjoon walks up to him. Jimin takes the opportunity to plant a kiss on Namjoon’s lips. “Nothing at all Joon.”

Namjoon shrugs, slipping out of his pants and underwear and joining you in the shower as Jimin leaves the room. He gives you a squeeze as you both shower peacefully, exchanging the occasional kiss. 

When you’re finished, you both step out and dry yourselves off before heading into the bedroom to slip into some clean comfortable clothes. When you’re finished, you find Jimin in the kitchen starting dinner and quickly move to help him while Namjoon plops himself on the couch and turns on the tv. 

When the food is ready, you grab a serving for yourself and Namjoon, carrying them both over to the couch and sitting in the middle seat next to Namjoon. Jimin quickly finds his seat on your other side and the three of you dig in as you watch whatever documentary Namjoon turned on. Namjoon finishes first and quickly relaxes back against the couch, his hand resting on your thigh as he turns to you.

“I still can’t believe you had lunch with Jin.”

“Why not?”

“You had lunch with Jin?” Jimin asks, mouth full of rice. “Really?”

“Why is that so surprising?” You put your empty bowl on the table in front of you and lean back. 

“Last time we saw him, I honestly thought you were going to knock his lights out.” Namjoon states.

“Yeah.” Jimin agrees. “At the wedding reception.”

You roll your eyes as you remember what they’re referencing. “I wasn’t going to punch him. He was drunk and I was just trying to stop him from being so… handsy.” Your cheeks flush as you remember Jin’s large hands on your waist as you danced with him. He was very drunk, and his hands kept sliding down to your ass so you pushed him away and went to dance with someone else, but he was persistent until you had Jeongguk drag him away to go sit down. “We’re still friends, he just gets on my nerves a lot.”

“Is that why you had lunch? Did he apologize?” Jimin questions.

“Jin? Apologize? Please.” You scoff. “No, we ran into each other when I was looking for- well, it doesn’t matter. He helped me do some shopping and we just decided to get lunch.”

“How’s Jeongguk? Was he there?” You notice Namjoon’s ears perk up at this.

“He’s fine. Jin said he’s just busy.” You watch Namjoon’s adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. 

“That’s good.” Namjoon turns back to the tv. 

“Speaking of, Joonie,” You squeeze his thigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He turns back to look at you.

“It’s just, Jin and I were talking and he said something I’ve been thinking about. How- Well, what do you think about Kook?”

“What do you mean?” He quirks his eyebrow and you see Jimin turn towards the conversation out of the corner of your eye, obviously interested.

“Do you… Do you have a thing for him?”

“W-what?” Namjoon’s face immediately flushes red. “I-I-”

“It’s okay if you do.” You move to calm him. “I’m just curious. Jin thinks you both might and that’s why your interactions can get so… heated.”

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed. “I mean… I-I’ve thought about it… Once or twice… I just didn’t want to make anything weird, you know?”

You nod as Jimin chimes in. “Hyung, you know you can do whatever you want, right?”

“I know I just…” Namjoon sighs. “I wasn’t interested in just me and him. I didn’t want to do anything without you both there, and I didn’t know if that was something you’d be interested in.”

Now it’s your face flushing with heat. “You want us there with you? Like a foursome?”

Namjoon nods. “I only want it if you’re there too.”

“Hmm.” Jimin leans against you. “I’ve never thought about Jeongguk like that. He’s cute though, I wouldn’t mind.”

“You haven’t?” You turn to look at Jimin, genuinely surprised. 

He shakes his head. “Wait, have you?”

“Ah, um… After the New Year’s incident last year.” You giggle. “Joon, you are going to have to share us if you want us there.” You remind him, remembering the reason that fight started.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Namjoon smiles, laying himself across your laps. 

“Okay, just let us know what Jeongguk says.” Jimin runs his fingers through Namjoon’s hair. 

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You wake up two days later to the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen. You stretch your limbs to wake them up and then smile to yourself. It’s Christmas morning. You feel someone still pressed against your back and from the snores you know it’s Namjoon. You very carefully remove yourself from his embrace and climb out of bed. As silently as you can, you grab the few presents left that you wrapped last night before sneaking your way out of the bedroom, not wanting to disturb your sleeping husband.  

You find Jimin at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee as he scrolls through his phone. When he hears the bedroom door click shut he looks up, his eyes crinkling up with a grin as he sees you, arms full of gifts. 

“Morning love.” He mumbles, voice still low from the early hour. “Merry Christmas.”

You take the presents in your hands and arrange them with the rest under the tree before walking over to Jimin and pressing a sweet kiss against his lips.

“Merry Christmas Jimin.”

“Is he still asleep?” Jimin asks as you walk over to the counter where the coffee pot sits and pour yourself a steaming cup.

“Mhm.” You nod, taking a sip. “I’m sure he’ll be up soon. Breakfast?”

“You read my mind.”

You and Jimin decide on a simple breakfast, pancakes, and quickly get to work whipping up the batter and frying them up, knowing that if your absence in the bed doesn’t wake Namjoon up, the smell of food usually does. Sure enough, as you flip the first few onto a plate, you hear the bedroom door open and a half-awake Namjoon comes stumbling out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“Good morning Joonie. Merry Christmas.” You smile at him.

Namjoon shakes his head, as if suddenly remembering what day it is, and his tail begins to wag as the words immediately wake him, his face lighting up with excitement. “Merry Christmas Y/N-ah, Jimin!” He patters over to the kitchen and kisses both of you in turn. You push a plate full of pancakes into his hands and he grabs it, walking over and sitting down at the table. 

“Coffee?” Jimin asks as he pours himself another cup.

“Please.” Namjoon nods, mouth already full of pancakes.

Jimin pours one for Namjoon and then grabs his own plate and sits down across from Namjoon. When you’re done cooking, you take your plate of pancakes and join them at the table, the three of you eating quickly as anticipation for what’s under the tree sets in. When you’re finished, you all make short work of the dishes before heading into the living room and sitting on the floor around the tree. 

Namjoon begins passing out presents and it takes no time at all for the floor to be covered in shreds of wrapping paper. Clothes and games and accessories are discovered and thanks are shared all around until you get down to the last few presents. Jimin unwraps the sweater from Namjoon and gushes over how soft it is, then unwraps the scarf you got him to go with it and holds them both against him. Jimin hands you a gift and you tear into it to find a silky black babydoll and matching robe.

“I feel like this is more of a present for yourself.” You tease as you pull the fabric out of the wrapping, making Namjoon’s eyes go wide. 

Jimin smirks. “Maybe it is.”

You roll your eyes playfully and hand a box to Namjoon. “Here, this is from both of us.” You watch as he unwraps the new MIDI pad controller he’s been wanting for months, his face lighting up with joy as he thanks you both over and over. You both hand Jimin a box, his eyes sparkling as he pulls out a new winter coat from Dior he was talking about a few weeks ago, as well as a beautiful new watch and ring from Namjoon. “I love them, thank you.”

“Last one.” Namjoon states, holding a small box in his hands.

“Who’s it for?” You ask.

“You.” Namjoon states, handing you the box.

“From both of us.” Jimin adds, exchanging a glance with Namjoon.

You eye them both with suspicion before removing the wrapping paper, finding the smallest of the boxes you picked up from the jewelers the other day. You pop the box open and your breath leaves you as you stare down at the dazzling ring nestled in green velvet. It’s a large teardrop shaped diamond, surrounded by a circle of much smaller diamonds set on a silver band.

“A-an engagement ring?” You question, afraid to even touch the beautiful piece. 

“We’ve wanted to get you one since I proposed-” Jimin scoots closer to you and takes the box from your hand, taking the ring out and slipping it onto the ring finger of your left hand, right above your matching wedding band; the ring Jimin initially proposed with. 

“We just haven’t had enough time.” Namjoon finishes for him. 

“Better late than never.” Jimin adds, pressing a kiss to your knuckles below where the ring now sits. 

“It’s beautiful, thank you both so much.” You lean forward and wrap your arms around Jimin, knocking him back to the ground and giggling before giving him a long kiss. You let go and do the same to Namjoon, pushing him onto his back. “I’m so grateful to have you both in my life. I love you.”

“We love you too, noona.” Jimin squeezes you, pulling you down between them on the floor where they both wrap their arms around you.

The next several hours of the day are spent snuggled up on the couch with snacks and hot chocolate while you watch old holiday movies together, simply enjoying spending time with each other.

When it’s time for dinner, you make a delicious and warm pot of kalguksu and set the table, popping open a bottle of wine as you call the boys to eat. The three of you sit, eating, laughing, and drinking, but it isn’t until the meal begins to wind down that you notice Namjoon shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Anyone want to get in the hottub?” Jimin asks, finishing off his glass of wine, a tipsy flush to his cheeks.

“Mm, that sounds perfect.”

“I’ll get it set up.” Namjoon offers, quickly standing and making his way over to the sliding glass door and walking out onto the balcony.

You and Jimin take care of the dishes, his arms wrapped around your waist as you wash the last few, placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. 

“Should we skinnydip?” He asks, tugging at the hem of your sweater.

“We do have neighbors you know.” You remind him, spinning in his arms to face him. 

He shrugs. “Let them watch.” He kisses your lips before pulling your sweater up over your head and tossing it on one of the kitchen chairs, leaving you in just a bralette and a pair of festive pajama pants. 

Just then Namjoon walks back inside. “It’s ready.” He says as he walks toward the bedroom.

“Joon.” You call his name to stop him and he turns back to you, watching as you strip out of your remaining clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor before walking your nude self over to the door and disappearing out onto the balcony. 

You’re just sinking into the hot water as Jimin and Namjoon walk out the door, their hands covering their indecency as they move to join you in the tub. The three of you relax, letting the warmth of the tub soothe your woes and keep you warm on the chill winter night. You sink down to your neck, closing your eyes as you do. 

Jimin’s hand rests on your thigh, squeezing it, and you feel Namjoon shifting next to you. When Namjoon’s hand also finds your thigh, you slightly open one of your eyes and look over to see his ears twitching irritably on top of his head. You watch as he repeatedly stretches his neck like he’s trying to crack it as his cheeks start getting more and more red as he sits restlessly.

“Joon…?” As you sit up his eyes snap to meet yours and he grabs your thigh, pulling it toward him and signaling you to move over next to him.

You scooch over in the water, seating yourself beside him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder, gripping your chin with his other hand and tilting your face up towards his before his lips lock onto yours, exchanging a heated kiss. As he kisses you, his hand drops from your chin, grabbing your own hand and leading it between his legs where he really wants to be touched. Where he suddenly needs to be touched.

You break the kiss, pulling back to meet his gaze, your fingers just barely grazing him, and your eyes soften with understanding. You look at him sympathetically, knowing how much he hates when it comes out of nowhere, but you can tell just from the sight of him.

His heat is here. 

You should’ve expected it to come early, but you had hoped… God had you hoped.

You risk the top half of your torso to the cold as you get up and seat yourself in his lap, pulling him to you as your lips find his once more. His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as he immediately flicks his tongue into your mouth. The hand already between your bodies grabs his throbbing length and you quickly move it between your thighs, sinking down on him without a second thought as you both whine at the sudden pleasure. 

“Fuck…” You gasp, relishing in the way he spreads you open. 

Jimin opens his eyes at your noise, taking in the sight before him and groaning. “Oh shit, I only closed my eyes for five minutes.” He jokes, moving over to sit beside Namjoon. 

“Chim, it’s h-here.” You warn him, nodding at the man underneath you. Jimin raises his eyebrow and looks over at Namjoon, studying him the same way you did only a few moments ago, realization dawning on his features.  

“Aw Joon hyung, your heat came early?” 

Namjoon can only nod, thrusting up into you, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focuses on the feeling of you around his cock. You see Jimin wrap his hand around his own hardening length and move to replace it with your own, giving his tip a harsh squeeze before stroking him at a rapid pace. 

“Ah, shit…” Jimin curses, the sound rumbling in his chest as his head falls back from your touch, his eyes never leaving the image of you bouncing in Namjoon’s lap. It doesn’t take long before you feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, his fingers finding their way to your core before teasingly pressing against your remaining empty hole, causing you to cry out.

“Jimin~!” You squeak, your hands gripping Namjoon’s shoulders tightly. 

“Shh, Y/N, you’re the one who was worried about the neighbors.” Jimin chides. But as the words come out of his mouth, a low growl sounds from Namjoon’s throat and his hips suddenly stop with one last harsh slam upwards, and you feel his cum filling you up. “Joon, don't pull out yet, remember how long it took us to clean the hot tub last time.”

Namjoon nods, resting for a moment before scooping you up, exposing your body to the cold air before depositing you on the deck, quickly following behind you so nothing drips into the water. Jimin comes with you, his length bouncing, and Namjoon hands you both towels as you shiver and make your way into the house. You head to the bathroom, drying yourself off and cleaning between your folds when an idea pops into your head. As Namjoon and Jimin come into the bathroom, you slip out and head to your closet, pulling open your underwear drawer and retrieving the bra you bought until your eyes land on the black lingerie set Jimin got you. You hesitate, trying to decide which one to wear, and eventually choose the black set, you’ll keep the other one for later. 

You slip the chemise over your body and slide into the silky robe, loosely fastening it around your waist before sneaking back into the bedroom and climbing into the bed, trying to find a comfortable, but seductive position on the mattress. You prop yourself up on your side, one hand holding your head up, the other lazily dangling in front of your stomach. 

Jimin is the first out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist as he stops cold, his eyes raking over your body. “Wow…” He breathes, his erection still obvious beneath the cover.

Namjoon is close behind, walking into Jimin, confused as to why the other man has stopped until his gaze follows Jimin’s, finally spotting you. “Holy shit…”

They both quickly ditch their towels, scrambling to join you on the bed. Jimin pulls you toward him, planting his lips on yours as he squeezes your waist. You feel Namjoon at your back, his hardened length pressing against you with need as he pulls the robe off your shoulder, his mouth caressing the bare skin there as his hand wraps around to your front and immediately slips between your legs. His fingers slide into your folds and you moan into Jimin’s mouth, your senses set alight by the feeling of both their hands on you. 

“I’m so glad I bought this for you.” Jimin mumbles, tracing your breasts over the fabric. “It looks so good on you baby.” Jimin’s tongue passes your lips, enveloping your mouth with his sweet taste as his own hand joins Namjoon’s between your legs, bypassing your clit, which Namjoon has started drawing circles around, and pushing two fingers directly into your entrance. 

“Jimin~” You gasp, gripping his arm in an attempt to steady yourself. Namjoon places a gentle bite on your neck, just beneath your ear as his fingers wander lower, slithering two fingers in with Jimin’s and stretching you open so deliciously. You throw your head back with a whine, fragmenting at the feeling of them both thrusting inside you at separate paces.

It isn’t long before Namjoon is frustrated with the lack of friction for himself, grabbing your waist and pulling you over so that you’re facing him instead and hooking your leg over his waist as he rolls onto his back, situating you on top of him again, making both you and Jimin laugh at his impatience. 

“Joon, all you had to do was ask.” Jimin giggles, grabbing the elder boy’s cock and lining it up with your entrance for you, watching closely as you slide down on Namjoon to the hilt.

“Shit…” Namjoon groans deep in his chest as he fills you again, his hands gripping your waist tightly, his jaw clenched as he lets out a harsh breath through his teeth. “I couldn’t wait to feel this tight cunt anymore.”

“J-Jimin… Kiss me~” You whimper, pulling Jimin toward you. Jimin smirks, tugging the robe off your shoulders and tossing it to the floor. He moves to capture your lips, but stops and you watch as he looks to Namjoon first

“Hyung,” Jimin reaches behind him and smacks his own ass lightly a few times in question.

“Fuck yes.” Namjoon immediately acquiesces, tugging Jimin’s waist toward him, and making the blonde boy straddle his face.

Namjoon’s hands leave your waist, grabbing Jimin’s instead as he buries his face between Jimin’s cheeks. You can’t see what he’s doing, but you know by the lewd slurping sounds, and the sweet whimpers leaving Jimin’s mouth that he is ravishing Jimin, one of his favorite activities when he’s in heat. 

When Jimin has situated himself comfortably on Namjoon’s lips, he leans forward, guiding your face toward his and kissing you desperately. It’s sloppy, but sweet, Jimin’s tongue making your legs weak as you bounce yourself in Namjoon’s lap.

You reach a hand down and grab Jimin’s cock, stroking it slowly, swallowing the moan that leaves Jimin’s mouth. Jimin slides the straps of your chemise down, exposing your breasts to him and pinching one of your nipples between his fingers in retaliation. Your core contracts harshly around Namjoon at the added stimulation, and you hear him groan as his hips still for only a moment, filling you with his cum once again before he continues thrusting up into you, slipping two fingers into Jimin as he does. 

Jimin’s close, you can see it on his face as your palm rubs tight circles against his tip, watching his face contort from the pleasure. It’s when Namjoon adds a third finger, already sucking on his perineum, that Jimin comes undone, moaning loudly as he throws his head back. You stroke him quickly, watching his chest heave as he cums, painting Namjoon’s stomach and yours with white lines of his release. 

Jimin pulls you in for one last hot kiss before pushing Namjoon’s fingers away and climbing off of him, panting heavily. As he calms down, you watch as Jimin licks his sticky release off of Namjoon’s stomach, and then your own before his tongue continues upwards toward your breasts. He sucks each of them into his mouth in turn, leaving bite marks in his wake as he toys with you, setting your body on fire with his mouth and tongue before bending down and doing the same to Namjoon. 

With a hard pinch of his nipples, Namjoon’s hips stutter again and you feel his cock spasming, his hot release spurting inside you a third time, his chest heaving.

“One- One more.” He groans, never softening.

“One more?” Jimin asks, sitting back and looking at the mess of a man beneath him. “Hyung…”

“Y/N hasn’t- not yet…” Namjoon whines, his hips kicking up into you again more aggressively, gripping your waist hard enough to bruise.

“Noona, you haven’t?” Jimin turns to you. You shake your head, your face flushing with some sort of emotion. Embarrassment? Arousal? You aren’t entirely sure. “Well, we can’t have that.” Jimin smiles smugly, grabbing something out of the bedside table before shuffling behind you on the bed. “Bend over noona, we’ll get you sorted.”

You’re not sure if Jimin’s words are a promise or a threat, but you obey anyway, bending over to press your chest against Namjoon’s, whose arms slide up your back, holding you close. 

“Oh god, Joon, your cum is dripping everywhere. Fuck that’s so hot…” You feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, massaging the flesh before bringing his hand down to smack it. Then you feel his mouth, pressing kisses down your spine, lower and lower until his tongue flicks against your puckered rim, much like Namjoon did to him earlier. He moves quickly, spreading you open so fast your head starts spinning; first with his tongue, then one finger, then two, whispering encouragement the entire time. 

When he deems you ready, you feel the cold drips of lube as he slickens your back entrance and then himself. And then you feel it, the tip of his cock, hard once more, as it presses against you with purpose. Your hands search for purchase, finding the sheets and gripping them until your knuckles turn white, forcing all the tightening in your body to your fingers as you relax your lower half for Jimin, allowing him to inch inside your ass, slowly but surely, until he’s fully seated inside you.

“Ohhh my… hnnng fuck~” Your breath shakes as you exhale, feeling so full, so deliciously and wonderfully full. It’s been so long since you’ve had them both inside you that you almost forgot how incredible it feels. Namjoon, focusing mostly on his own release, wiggles his hips impatiently, causing both you and Jimin to whimper. 

“Fuck, hyung.” Jimin swears under his breath, but Namjoon ignores him, his hips continuing their assault on your center. “Shit…” Jimin pulls back and begins thrusting into you at his own pace, slower and deeper than his elder, feeling every inch of you with each pass. Namjoon is faster, chasing his final high as he bites down at the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving a bright red mark behind like he always does on the first day of his heat. 

Your entire body is swirling with pleasure, and you know it won’t be much longer before your body shatters into an orgasm. Every nerve feels like it’s been sparked, and with the way their cocks are moving independently of each other inside you makes you feel like you’re going to explode. 

Namjoon cums first, a loud groan erupting from the back of his throat as he fills you one last time with his warmth. He buries himself inside you, pressing into your g-spot as he ruts his hips against you rapidly to milk his high, cumming more than he did the first three times. You follow shortly behind Namjoon, colors bursting as you squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, afraid you might split into pieces as your body shakes from the force of your orgasm, moaning loudly. The contracting of your center is too much for Jimin and he cums right after you, his hands landing on top of Namjoon’s on your hips and whimpering as his release spurts inside you, slamming his cock as deep within you as he can get it as he does everything he can to not collapse on top of you. 

The three of you lay there, panting, exhausted, and sweaty as you come down from bliss together. Namjoon’s hands release your waist, caressing you and Jimin’s sides softly as he waits for you both to be cognizant. 

After a long moment, Jimin sits up, rubbing your back soothingly as he carefully pulls out of you and then lifts your hips off of Namjoon’s length, allowing all of their releases to spill out and dribble down onto Namjoon’s stomach. You lay there as Jimin gets off the bed and walks to the bathroom. You hear the sink running for a bit before it turns off again and Jimin returns to the room, climbing back onto the bed behind you.

“Shit, noona…” Jimin whines. You lift your head and look over your shoulder to see him staring at your center. “You look so good like this.” He leans over to the bedside table and grabs his phone. You hear the ‘click’ of the camera shutter and sit up.

“Jimin, really?”

“Mm, definitely saving that one for later.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to your shoulder before you feel the warmth of a damp washcloth on your center, delicately swiping up between your legs to clean you up. He helps you roll off of Namjoon onto your back on the bed, finishing you before moving onto wiping up Namjoon’s length, being careful not to arouse the black-haired boy again, but Namjoon is already half asleep, stretching as Jimin tugs the covers up over his elder’s body.

Jimin tosses the cloth into the laundry before sliding under the covers with you both, sandwiching you in the middle as he readjusts the straps of your silk dress back onto your shoulders, giving you one last kiss before snuggling up at your side.

“You okay?” He whispers in your ear, laying his arm across your waist. 

“Mm, just sleepy.” You nod, snuggling into him.

Namjoon rolls over toward you, his arm resting just below Jimin’s. “Merry Christmas my loves.” He mutters, eyes already closed. 

“Merry Christmas.” Jimin responds, giving you both a squeeze.

“Merry Christmas.” You echo, settling into their embraces and quickly drifting off to sleep.

.

The next two days go about how you imagined they would. Namjoon’s heat is relentless this time, always needing three or four releases until he passes out for a few hours. You and Jimin take the downtime to rest and eat, not having time or energy for much else. When he wakes up he’s always ready to go immediately, and you and Jimin have both found yourselves bouncing in Namjoon’s lap as you force him to eat something. Anything while he fucks you. He tries, but his body is focused on one thing, and one thing only. 

During the latest rest period, you’re sitting on the couch, Namjoon’s head in Jimin’s lap as he sleeps. You and Jimin are exhausted to say the least, having both already gone head to head with his heat five times today. You run your fingers through Namjoon’s hair as your head rests on Jimin’s shoulder, humming along to the song playing on the tv when your phone goes off on the table next to you. You mindlessly reach over with your free hand as it dings again and pick it up, bringing the phone up to your face to find a few texts from Jin.

Jin (7:39 pm): hey Jin (7:40 pm): what time tomorrow? Jin (7:49 pm): do you want us to bring anything? Jin (7:50 pm): hello?

You turn to Jimin. “Hey did we invite Jin over for something tomorrow that I forgot about?”

“Not that I can think of?” Jimin whispers, not wanting to wake his sleeping elder. “Why?” You hold your phone out to him, showing him the conversation. “Huh, no I don’t remember saying anything.”

You pull the phone back and shoot Jin a response.

You (7:51 pm): Tomorrow?

It takes him no time at all to respond.

Jin (7:51 pm): Tomorrow. Jin (7:51 pm): You guys invited us over for dinner? Jin (7:52 pm): At least that’s what Kook told me?

“Dinner?” You look down at the sleeping boy next to you. “Joon invited them for dinner.” 

“Dinner?” Jimin repeats. “For what?”

“I don’t know. Is that okay, do you think? With his heat the way it is?”

Jimin thinks on this for a bit. “I’m not sure. I mean, if Namjoon invited them, he must think he can handle it, right?”

You sigh, running your fingers through Namjoon’s hair again, admiring his blissfully sleeping face, knowing he would give almost anything to be normal, especially when he’s in his heat. “I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

You (7:57 pm): Tomorrow then. 6ish? Bring dessert. Jin (7:58 pm): Dessert it is

You put your phone back on the table, turning your attention back to the tv when Namjoon shifts in Jimin’s lap, stretching his arms out as he wakes up, feeling you both next to him and giving your thigh a squeeze as he opens his eyes and looks up at you both. 

“What time is it?” He mumbles, rubbing his eyes. 

“Eight.” Jimin responds, brushing the black hair off Namjoon’s forehead. “Did you have a nice nap?”

Namjoon nods, smile still laced with sleep as he looks up at you. “I always sleep better when I’m next to-” He pauses, his ears flattening on his head. “Next to you…” He finishes, shaking his head. 

“What’s wrong Joonie?”

He sits up and looks around the room. “I don’t know. Something feels… off.”

“Off?” You and Jimin exchange a glance.

Namjoon nods. “Like an itch I can't scratch.” He stands up and immediately begins to pace around the room, sniffing, searching for the source of his discomfort. After a minute or so, he flops down onto the floor, a pout plastered on his face as he looks up at you both; ears flat, tail drooping.

You’ve only seen him like this one other time, near the start of your relationship, it was the first time you were introduced to Namjoon’s heats. It had been just the two of you, Jimin wasn’t in the picture yet, and Namjoon looked at you with that same sad face, much more frantic the first time it happened, unable to figure out what was wrong until you wrapped your arms tightly around him and gave him the thing he craved: comfort.

“Joon do you… Do you need to nest?”

“N-nest?” His ears perk up at this, his face flushing bright pink, but he can’t hide the way his tail betrays him, wagging at the thought. “I haven’t done that in so long…”

“Do you think it’s what you need? Is that the feeling?” You question. Namjoon thinks on this for a long moment before looking back up at the two of you and nodding. You quickly turn to Jimin. “Okay. Chim, can you go get the roll out beds from the closet?”

Jimin smiles, happy to help and disappears into the guestroom. You and Namjoon find all the blankets and pillows in the house, bringing them to the living room and depositing them in a pile on the floor. The three of you work quickly, moving the couches and tables out of the way before rolling out the mattresses on the floor in their place, creating a large base for Namjoon to work. 

It takes a bit, you and Jimin watching as Namjoon arranges things to his liking; situating every pillow and blanket to offer him maximum comfort, using the sides of the couches to create a barrier before he finally declares that he’s done, plopping down into the pile as you and Jimin walk over. You can only survey Namjoon’s work for a moment before he yanks the both of you down onto the floor with him, pulling you both close and snuggling down in between you, sighing softly with contentment. 

“Feel better?” You ask, wrapping your arms tightly around Namjoon.

“You were right, this was exactly what I needed.” Namjoon smiles warmly, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply. “Thank you, love.”

With the added comfort, Namjoon is rapidly pulled back into sleep, allowing you time to explain to Jimin about the last time this happened and what to expect before you both turn back to mindlessly watch tv, not knowing how long this nap is going to last. 

Not very long.

It’s only about thirty minutes before Namjoon wakes up again, stretching as his nose goes up in the air, inhaling deeply before turning to you, his hand slipping between your legs. 

“Joon-”

“You smell good, baby.” He growls, his fingers pushing your shorts to the side and slipping under your panties, swiftly dancing through your folds. 

You let out a soft sigh, unable to deny how good his fingers feel between your thighs. He dips them into your entrance, gathering your wetness for only a moment before pulling them back out and bringing his hand up to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick up the taste of you as he groans. 

In no time, Namjoon has pulled your shorts and underwear off and is laying on his stomach, arms hooked under your legs as his mouth finds your center, his plush lips sucking on the sensitive flesh before dragging his tongue across your clit. You throw your head back from the bolt of pleasure that surges up your spine, moaning at the feeling. Namjoon’s always been so good at eating you, taking pleasure in doing it, and knowing exactly which spots to hit, which buttons to press to get you worked up in no time at all. 

Jimin smirks at the two of you, scooting up to your side and guiding your lips to his; biting down on your bottom lip before deftly slipping his tongue into your mouth. Namjoon’s tongue wanders lower and Jimin’s hand slides up under your shirt, pinching your nipple at the same time Namjoon’s tongue finds your entrance, prodding into it as his nose grazes against your bud over and over. Your hands find purchase in Namjoon’s hair when he thrusts three fingers deep inside you, stretching your walls deliciously as his tongue makes its way back up to your clit, dragging the muscle across it until you’re panting with need. 

“Joon, fuck~” You whimper, breaking the kiss with Jimin as you tug the elder boy closer to your core, suddenly desperate for release. 

Jimin notices how far gone you already are and changes his target, moving down to sit on his knees behind Namjoon, tapping the boy’s hips to get them up for him. Namjoon obeys, lifting his hips and you watch through lidded eyes as Jimin pulls Namjoon’s boxers off. He tosses them to the side before slickening his fingers with spit and tracing them around Namjoon’s entrance, watching as it pulses eagerly to be filled. Jimin acquiesces, pushing two fingers past the resistance as Namjoon groans against you, sending vibrations through your nerves. 

Namjoon wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he rubs his fingers against the inside of your walls, finding that spot inside you that makes you melt and pressing against it relentlessly, having to hold your thighs down as he does. In a matter of seconds, you cum on his tongue, gripping his hair between your fingers until your knuckles turn white, your toes curling next to his head as your body shivers beneath him.

Namjoon coasts you through your orgasm, but as the feeling fades, he doesn’t stop, only lessening the strength of his mouth on you, making you whine loudly from overstimulation. He ignores you, and you sit up to protest just in time to see Jimin on his knees, his cock slick with lube as he presses it between Namjoon’s cheeks, filling him with his thick, throbbing length. 

Namjoon moans low and long, his mouth releasing you and his fingers stilling as Jimin fills him a little quicker than he probably should, but Namjoon seems to be relishing in the way Jimin slides inside of him, so you only watch, mouth agape with fascination as Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut, his hands finding Namjoon’s lower back as his hips smack against his elder’s ass. 

“S-shit hyung…” Jimin curses, his breathing heavy. 

Namjoon doesn’t respond, only grabbing your thighs and pulling you against his mouth again, groaning as his tongue dips back into your folds. 

“Joon~!” You squeak when you feel his fingers begin to pick up their pace again.

You sit up on your elbows, watching as Jimin leans over Namjoon, fucking him roughly. Your eyes flick down to Namjoon’s face between your legs, his eyes are closed as he ravishes you, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration as he drags his tongue up your slit. Namjoon whimpers into you when Jimin’s pace increases, knowing that neither of them are going to last much longer. 

“Joonie,” You whine, trying to lift his face to look at you. His eyes open and flick up to meet your gaze before pulling off you with a lewd slurp. “Fuck me…” 

Namjoon nods, looking over his shoulder at Jimin who heard your plea, and slowly pulls out of Namjoon, allowing him to sit up. You look down at his cock, hot and red with need and notice a puddle of his white release on the blanket under him, realizing that he’s already cum at least twice. He ignores it, simply scooting up between your thighs and leaning over you, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes his cock inside you. He goes slowly, agonizingly so, and when he seats himself inside you, you feel his hips twitch as he cums a third time, the squeeze of your walls too much for him today.

Namjoon stills himself and waits patiently for Jimin to reenter him, gasping as Jimin’s length stretches him open again. Namjoon immediately begins moving, fucking you and himself at a rapid, unforgiving pace as he matches the speed of Jimin’s hips against him. The room is filled with the loud squelching coming from between both your legs, along with the delicate, desperate moans coming from all three of you. 

Your body is drowning in pleasure as Namjoon brings his thumb down to circle your clit, his cock filling you perfectly over and over. Your head feels underwater, your mind only able to process the waves of pleasure as they surge through your body. It takes no time at all for your second orgasm to creep up, washing over you with a loud cry and pulling you into its embrace. You hear Namjoon curse above you, but you’re too wrapped up in your own bliss to think anything of it. 

Your core spasms around Namjoon’s length, forcing him into another orgasm as he slams his hips against you, burying himself to the hilt as he cums, his chest heaving with the effort before he collapses on top of you. Jimin isn’t far behind, falling into the domino effect as Namjoon tightens around him, bringing his orgasm up fast and slamming it into him as he fills Namjoon with his warmth. 

Jimin pulls out and collapses on the blankets next to you, panting heavily as he tries to bring his mind back to reality. Namjoon tries to get up but you pull him back to you for a sweet kiss before letting him. He very gingerly pulls out of you before stretching his arms above his head as you both sit up. You look down at the mess he made on the blankets before looking over at Jimin to see his breathing has finally returned to normal. You grab the dirtied blanket and stand up, making your way to the bathroom. You toss the soiled piece in the laundry basket before cleaning yourself up, careful of your sensitive folds, before grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water.

You make your way back out to the living room, to find your boys already snuggled together and Namjoon already fast asleep. You kneel down and gently wipe both of them up, getting a soft ‘thank you’ from Jimin as you walk back to the bathroom to dispose of the cloth and pull on a t-shirt. As you walk back into the living room, you can hear Jimin’s soft snores have joined Namjoon’s and you giggle to yourself, laying yourself down on Jimin’s free side and curling up to his body, pulling a blanket over the three of you before settling down to sleep.

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The next morning you wake up to the sounds of soft panting and someone holding back their moans, you open your eyes to see Jimin’s face buried in the sheets next to you, muffling the sounds of his whimpers as Namjoon pounds into him roughly from behind. Neither of them are looking at you, so you simply sit back and enjoy the show.

You’ve always loved watching the two of them together, but especially now, when they don’t know you’re paying attention, you focus on the little ways their bodies react to each other; Jimin’s hips pressing back against Namjoon, begging for more; and Namjoon’s hand placement, one on Jimin’s lower back, arching it for him while caressing the skin there, the other gripping Jimin’s waist firmly, occasionally letting go to place a harsh smack against his ass. 

You watch Namjoon’s hips still for the second time since you woke up and your gaze flicks up to his face, obsessed with the way his head falls back, his mouth open, a low groan vibrating from his chest as his hips start moving again within seconds. Jimin’s hands fist the blankets beneath him, crying out as Namjoon immediately returns to his rapid, almost brutal pace. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab Jimin’s length where it bounces between his legs. Jimin jolts, his head shooting up to find where the extra stimulus is coming from, and his glazed eyes meet yours, a whine falling from his parted lips. 

“N-noona…” He gasps. “I couldn’t- He wouldn’t wait, I’m sorry.”

You bring your free hand up to his face and cup his cheek. “It’s okay Chim, I know.”

Jimin only moans as a smack reverberates throughout the room, causing you to tighten your grip on his cock. You chance a glance up at Namjoon to see his eyes have opened and his heated gaze is currently trained on you, desire obvious on his features, panting heavily as he nears his final release. It doesn’t take much longer, a few more pumps and Namjoon comes undone, eyes rolling back in his head as he slams into Jimin, filling the blonde to the brim with his hot cum. 

“H-hyung!” Jimin pouts as Namjoon pulls out of him and collapses onto the makeshift bed next to him. “I was so close…”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Namjoon’s chest heaves as he speaks, eyes half closed. “I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

You grab some tissues from the pack you brought out last night and use them to wipe Namjoon up as sleep begins to claim him. “I’ll take care of him Joonie, you get some rest, okay? Breakfast when you get up.” Namjoon nods, rolling over and quickly falling asleep. “Come on Jimin, let’s take a shower.”

You stand and take Jimin’s hand, pulling him with you as you make your way back to the bedroom, but before you can lead him into the bathroom, Jimin stops, tugging you toward him as he shuts the bedroom door behind you. 

“Your turn.” He growls, tossing you onto the bed. 

“Jimin!” You giggle.

“Just a quick one?” He begs, his eyes pleading as he climbs on top of you, his cock still hard as ever. 

“I figured we’d do it in the shower, but here works too.” You relent, smiling at him. 

Jimin leans down and presses his lips against yours as he settles himself between your legs, his length brushing your folds, already soaked from watching their display. He makes quick work of your t-shirt, tossing it on the floor as he finds your entrance, swallowing the gasp that leaves your mouth as he stretches you open. 

“Jimin~” You whimper as he holds himself still inside you, a smirk on his face as his lips move to your neck, sucking on the sweet spot just below your ear as his hips begin to move.

Jimin fucks you slowly, sensually, hitting every spot inside you that makes you weak, his mouth constantly moving from your neck to your shoulder, and then back to your lips, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach as he pushes into you over and over, lighting up your nerves like sparks. 

In no time at all, your head is reeling from the pleasure he provides, his thick cock filling you just right with every thrust. You’re keening into his every touch, your body rapidly hurtling you towards your high in a matter of minutes. Jimin’s soft moans quickly get higher and higher, alerting you that he’s right there with you, feeling everything that your body feels as the two of you simply can’t get enough of each other. 

A few more well placed thrusts, coupled with his lips moving against yours again, and your bodies come undone, your highs surrounding you with bliss as you moan each other’s names. You feel Jimin’s warmth fill you as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, his breathing as heavy as your own. The two of you lay like this for a while, tangled together as you relish in this unusually soft moment. Neither of you usually have time for anything like this during Namjoon’s heats, used to the older boy’s rough and needy pace, but you both needed it. 

Jimin carefully pulls out, placing one last kiss against your lips as he sits back on his knees with a sigh, smiling down at your flushed body. He holds his hand out to you, and you take it, allowing him to pull you up off the bed with him and tug you into the bathroom. He starts the shower and you both hop in, quickly cleaning yourselves up and sudsing down your tired bodies. You discuss what to make for dinner, and decide to send Jimin to the store to get ingredients while you take care of Namjoon.

When you’re clean, you both dress and Jimin heads to the store. You walk back out into the living room to see Namjoon is still fast asleep. You lay down next to him and snuggle up to his side, brushing his hair out of the way as you admire his sleeping face. You feel bad, knowing his heat must really be taking its toll on him if he’s sleeping this much in between. You sigh and turn on the tv, enjoying the peaceful moment while it lasts. 

After about an hour, Namjoon stirs, his eyes fluttering open as his grip tightens around you, pulling you close.

“Hi there.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“Hi baby.” He mumbles, sniffing the air, still not fully awake. “Where’s Jimin?”

“Store,” You state. “We needed a few things for tonight.”

“Tonight?” Namjoon stretches as he sits up. 

“Yeah, for dinner.” You explain. “Apparently you invited Jin and Jeongguk over.”

“Jin?” Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “That’s tonight? It’s the 28th already?”

“Time flies when all you do is sleep. And fuck.” You joke, standing up and walking over to the kitchen. “Are you going to be okay or should we cancel?”

“I-I’ll be fine.” Namjoon nods, following close behind you. “I’ll be good.” He adds, knowing what you’re worried about.

“I know you will, Joonie.” You open the fridge and search its contents. “Speaking of, what is this dinner for anyway?”

“Well… I just wanted to be nice, I guess.”

“Mm.” You eye him carefully. “So this has nothing to do with you wanting to sleep with Jeongguk?”

“What?” Namjoon bursts. “N-not really, why would you think that?”

“I’m just asking.” You shrug. “Now, breakfast? Or, well,” You look at the clock on the stove. “Lunch?”

“I can think of one thing I want to eat.” Namjoon growls, grabbing your waist.

You smack his hands away. “Nope.”

“What?” He pouts, reaching for you again.

“After you eat. If you’re going to behave tonight I need you to eat something first.”

Namjoon narrows his eyes at you before he rolls them. “Fine.” 

“Good boy.”

You make a quick lunch for the two of you and have him sit at the table as he eats. When he’s done, you also make him go take a shower, knowing this might be the only time he can take one undistracted before your guests arrive. He relents, quickly making his way to the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and relax in the nest, scrolling on your phone as you wait for him to come back. 

When he’s done, he walks back into the living room and flops down next to you in the makeshift bed, pulling you close to him and nuzzling his face into your neck. He doesn’t try anything for a bit, enjoying just being next to you and watching a movie. 

Halfway through the movie, however, his hands start to wander, caressing your waist and breasts before he slides a hand between your legs, fingers pressing lightly against your folds as you feel his length start to poke at your back. You roll over in his arms and push his back down against the blankets, tugging his boxers down before seating yourself between his legs and taking his length in your hand, giving the base a tight squeeze before beginning to stroke him. 

Namjoon’s head falls back at your touch, moaning lowly as you provide him with the relief he craves. You lean down, your elbows on either side of his hips and take his tip into your mouth, sucking harshly on it as your hand continues to squeeze him. Namjoon gasps, his hips bucking up as you sink your mouth down slowly, enveloping him with your lips until you have the entirety of his length in your throat. 

Just as you swallow around him, you hear the front door open, and as you repeat the motion, causing Namjoon to whimper, Jimin comes up the stairs, his hands full of grocery bags. 

“Oh my god…” Jimin groans at the sight before him, nearly dropping the bags. You shoot him a wink, pulling off Namjoon. 

“Can you get everything started?” You ask, stroking Namjoon roughly. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Jimin nods, cursing under his breath as he walks into the kitchen. 

You turn your attention back to Namjoon, wrapping your lips around his tip again and flicking your tongue against the underside of his head, digging it into the sensitive spot just below his ridge as he gasps, his hands lacing in your hair as he holds your head still. You feel his release paint your tongue and swallow before sinking down lower, enjoying the whimper that leaves his mouth as you do. 

“One… One more.” Namjoon gasps, already panting. 

“Mm.” You acknowledge him, your mouth never leaving his length as you begin to bob your head up and down, dragging your tongue along his underside as you do.

Namjoon guides your movements, his hands never leaving your hair as he directs you, shallow at first, then deeper and deeper until he buries himself in the back of your throat, holding himself there for several seconds before he allows you to pull back and breathe, a string of saliva connecting you to his length as your lungs gasp for breath. 

“Shit…” Namjoon grunts at the sight of you before pulling you back toward him, immediately thrusting into your throat and holding himself there, repeating this process over and over, barely giving you time to breathe in between, too wrapped up in the tightening of your throat around him. 

You bring a hand up to fondle his balls and that’s what finally sends him over the edge, his hot cum spurting down your throat as he ruts himself against your face, milking the feeling for as long as he can before his body relaxes against the blankets with a sigh.

You pull off of him, licking your lips and swallowing any remaining cum before sitting back on your knees, admiring the shell of a man beneath you. “Good?” You ask.

Namjoon nods, already curling up in the blankets and pillows. “Thank you baby.” He mutters. You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek before leaving him to rest and getting up to join Jimin in the kitchen; trying to prepare yourself for one hell of a night that awaits you.

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Copyright © Inkjam-Moon 2025

[magicaldragons]

love (ˈləv) noun.

varadeva.

Deva is not your typical tortured protagonist.

Normally, characters that are acclimatized to violence have become that way because of circumstances throughout their life, or due to traumatic experiences.

but Deva?

Deva was born with these tendencies. He wasn't molded by life into the violent being that he is now – he has always been that way. Violence was his first and most natural way of responding to any emotion that was too overwhelming for him.

• it must have been hard initially for Deva, growing up with no one to understand the way he worked intrinsically.

Deva, in his most natural state, is violence personified, but his mother isn't able to accept this aspect of his personality.

She detests it, in fact – and it's just gotten worse, especially now that she has witnessed in some way, the extent that Deva can go for varadha people things he feels strongly about.

She refuses to watch him fight, and cannot bear to see him associated with violence in any way, shape, or form.

In short, she cannot accept him.

While Deva's mom needs eyes on him at all times though,

Varadha trusts him to do what is right.

and this is Varadha's love for Deva:

this is what Varadha brings to the relationship; and it's so easy to overlook because it's something Varadha does so well.

He accepts Deva exactly the way he is.

and the fact that, throughout the movie, you never see a direct expression of Varada's love towards Deva, just proves that it never leaves in the first place – Varadha's love for Deva is persistent and unyielding.

Varadha has embraced Deva's 'big emotions' since they were children, and the comfort this has fostered is so embedded within Deva that it's probably the only reason Deva can live with himself right now, especially with his mom convincing him he is a monster at every possible chance.

Deva's love for Varadha, on the other hand, is very obvious, because again: his emotions manifest very tangibly

Deva knows what Varadha needs the most – he truly sees Varadha's insecurities and inherent complexity.

Underneath Varadha's composure, restraint, and calm confidence, is a boy who is terrified of the future. of his father. for his brother.

Varadha sometimes says the opposite of what he feels in an effort to protect himself from vulnerability, but Deva has learnt to read him. Varadha doesn’t make his motives clear often, but Deva trusts him to reveal things in time. He never pressures Varadha for information, or questions him.

• It even goes against every cell in Varadha's body to request protection and demand love, especially after the kind of treatment he's faced from those that should have been expected to show him love.

and Deva understands this, and is there to protect and love Varadha, without a second thought.

It's a very mutual relationship, between two people who are there for each other exactly how the other needs them, and the fact that they never had to try to fit each other, just shows how much they're made for each other.

— love, a definition: part three [part one / part two]

[dreamingofmarauders]

𝐖𝐡𝐲?

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

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Summary: In which James gets to see your other side.

Warnings: Mentions of injury/death, crying, fluff (maybe…?)

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James had woken up a few hours later, finding you still asleep. His stomach grumbled and he decided to get food for himself and you, for when you would wake.

He found the food prepared by Molly and headed back in only to find you standing, gazing outside through the window. James quickly set the food down.

“What in the world are you doing up!?”

You turned around and merely stared at him before saying, “Oh crap, how did I end up in hell!? I was supposed to be in heaven! Now you're going to annoy me for eternity.”

James narrowed his eyes, “You are not dead.” He answered before his eyes softened, “Please sit back down, you’re not supposed to be up and running just yet.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine.” You replied but James noticed how you winced with each step you took, as the effects of the wound were still very fresh. You let out a small cry of pain as you dropped back onto the bed as the healing skin stretched painfully.

James immediately began to fuss over you, “Shit, are you alright? Where does it hurt? Should I try to get someone? Or should-“

“Potter, relax.” You interrupted him. “I’m fine.”

He nodded before handing you a plate full of assorted foods.

“Molly threatened me that you better have eaten this before she comes back in the morning to check on you, or she'll have my head.”

A small smile crawled onto your lips, “That would have been an amusing sight, but remind me to thank Molly.”

James pouted but bit back the remark sitting upon his tongue. Instead he voiced the one thought that was haunting him.

“Why?”

You paused, raising an eyebrow in confusion, “Pardon?”

“Why? Why did you take my place? Why did you save me from the spell and took the hit yourself?”

You sighed, setting your plate to the side.

“It was better me than you.” You answered, staring off into the distance as your mind traveled elsewhere. “You have family and friends that would be devastated if anything happened to you. And me,” You let out a cold laugh, “My family would celebrate my death, plus I guess so I would deserve it.” You voice cracked near the end.

“No you don’t.” James immediately said, kneeling in front of you. “Why would you think that?”

Your eyes glossed over, “I had vowed to protect someone I considered a younger brother, a-and I left him there in that cruel world.”

“Who?” James questioned.

“Regulus.”

“Regulus?” James asked in confusion, “As in Sirius’ younger brother, Regulus?”

You nodded in confirmation. “I took him under my wing at Hogwarts and although he had a hard way of expressing it, I know he loved me a lot too. He was broken after Sirius ran away from home, and I know it must have hurt even more when I decided to escape that dark world. I tried to take him with me, begged him, but unfortunately a small part of him was influenced by his parents. Plus, he was too scared to go against his parents.” You explained, eyes welling up. “I left him there when I shouldn’t have, and perhaps all of this,” You gestured towards your injured body, “Is just the consequences of my actions.”

James was reeling in with shock. Sure he had seen you and Regulus a few times together at Hogwarts, but he never realized you were capable of loving someone this deeply and loyally, and that you both shared such a huge bond. James had always been at the receiving end of hate. You would laugh at him, mock him, poke fun at him, tease him, give him glares, sneers and what not, but apparently that was just for him, and Sirius too.

He had never gotten the chance to witness this soft, loving and caring side to you.

It suddenly came crashing down hard on James. Remus and Lily were right about you. James truly had been wrong about you this entire time.

Your sniffles brought him back and he cupped your face, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

“Y/n, listen, you are not at fault here. I’ll tell you what I told Sirius when he was in a similar state. You had given Regulus the option, the opportunity to start a fresh life. It was his choice to stay behind, no matter how hard you tried. You can’t blame yourself, because you are not at fault at all.” James said, reassuringly. It seemed to somewhat work but you began to hiccup instead and James mentally slapped himself.

“I just wish he had listened and come along. It scares me for what he has to do out there, and I have no idea if he’s safe or not.” You said, shaking your head slightly. “I hate the world, why can’t everyone just be kind and happy? Causing wars and violence does nothing but destroy lives.” You rambled, clearly upset about everything.

James nodded but began to panic when more tears welled up in your eyes, "Please, please, stop crying. You literally have no energy and this is not good for you, please, please stop!" He rambled.

You slowly began to calm down, feeling even more tired and exhausted, with your head throbbing even more. Afterwards, James urged you to eat some more before you were to sleep again. You shot him a tired yet amused smile.

"What?" He asked, feeling self conscious all of a sudden.

"You hate me, remember?"

James suddenly flushed a deep red, mumbling something incoherent.

"What was that?" You asked teasingly.

"I don't hate you."

You arched an eyebrow, "Really? Well you had an odd way of showing it."

He went even more red, if that was possible. "I just- I'm sorry, ok!?"

You smiled gently, "Just because of what happened earlier, doesn't mean you're obligated or owe me something, you know?"

James stuttered, "Why did you behave cold towards me at Hogwarts?" He asked out of the blue, making you narrow your eyes at him.

"Because you made me a target in one of your pranks against Slytherin."

James frowned. Sure he had tried to target you a few times throughout Hogwarts but you had always managed to evade them. Somehow.

"Yeah, obviously you don't remember." You said, your tone tinged with bitterness.

It was your fourth year at Hogwarts, nearing the end as summer break approached. You were already running late for your next class and as you rounded a corner, a huge explosion happened, throwing you against the wall. You cursed and made a move to get to your class but found you were stuck to the wall. You used all your strength but ended up only hitting your head hard on the wall.

"Shit!"

You yelped as something wet and gooey poured onto your head, covering you from head to toe with it.

"Ew, what is this?"

However, before you could get an answer for that, another explosion happened and a huge swamp appeared, going up to your chest. To top it all off, fireworks erupted in the corridor, which finally attracted a crowd as students of nearby classes rushed out.

Two boys led the crowd, their faces looking eager. Although their smiles slightly diminished the moment their eyes landed on you.

"Aw, damn, this is just one snake! The trap was for a bunch of snakes, not just one pathetic Slytherin!" Sirius exclaimed, pointing a finger accusingly in your direction.

James snorted, "But still! Look at her! Such a loser!" The whole crowd laughed. Tears burned your eyes as the laughter echoed off the walls, people pointing and snickering at you. You looked down, embarrassment flooding your whole being. You didn't realize when Professor McGonagall pushed her way through the crowd, nor were you aware of when the swamp vanished or when you were free from the wall. However, tears began to cascade down your face as a sob made its way out of your mouth, when your face broke into hives.

You heard the corridor erupt into shrieks of laughs, all related to your current state. You managed a look up and saw the two boys behind this fiasco, practically rolling around on the ground as they chuckled. You felt hatred for them both. How could they be so cruel? You spun on your heel as the crowd parted for you as you ran and ran until you entered the Slytherin common room. You could see Madam Pomfrey for the reaction to your face after, you just wanted to be alone.

Regulus, who had returned from his class some seconds before you, looked up from his place by the couch, his eyes going wide noticing your state. He stood up and grabbed you by the arm to stop you.

"What happened?" He asked in concern.

"Those stupid boys! I hate them! I hate Potter and Black, they're just plain cruel!"

Regulus' face dawned with realization as a fire burned in his eyes. How dare they hurt you like that?

You shrugged off his hold and ran upstairs to your dormitory, to let out all the pent up emotions. Meanwhile, Regulus' face hardened as he watched you go. He walked out of the common room with determination. No way was someone going to hurt his sister and get away with it.

"And then Regulus hexed us, and kept doing so until Minnie stepped in." James said, completing the story for you instead as the memory came rushing back to him.

"Yeah. The humiliation was horrible and over the summer, I decided to hold a grudge against you two, so began the good ol' rivalry. Later on, as you boys began to change your ways, I felt myself softened but the constant back and forth poking sort of just became our thing." You finished saying, shrugging your shoulders.

"And Remus?"

"What about him?"

"How come you were on good terms with him?"

"Because he was not in on that prank because it was orchestrated by you and your idiotic twin. He felt bad and came to visit me in the Hospital Wing the following day and I appreciated that he was apologizing on behalf of his friends. We became close after that. Oh also," You said, a smirk making its way onto your face, "I only managed to avoid all your pranks meant for me because Remus would tell me beforehand."

A scowl crossed James' face, "That traitor!" However, his expression softened when he heard a chuckle leave your lips.

"Leave poor Remus alone. You lot gave him loads of trouble at school as it was, no need for more."

James grinned mischievously at that before his expression faded into a guilty one.

"I am truly sorry for everything." He sincerely apologized.

You shot him a grateful smile, "Thank you."

James rubbed the back of his neck nervously before extending a hand out. "You want to start over?" He offered.

You looked at him and then his hand. This was an opportunity for the pair of you to forget old enmity and begin afresh. You smiled, clasping his hand.

"Hi, I'm Y/n L/n."

James' shoulders slumped with relief.

He flashed her a bright smile. "Hello, I'm James Potter."

You giggled, "Pleasure to meet you stranger."

"Same here, stranger." He answered, earning another giggle from you, making his heart warm up.

You two had a long way to go but this new opportunity for a better start was something you both would later on be very thankful for.

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A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you liked this chapter and see you in the next one! Take care! <33

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✨ Various Tropes: Straddling (3/?) ✨

TITLES IN ORDER: 1. No Regret (2006) 2. Addicted (2016) 3. History 3: Trapped (2019) 4. His (2020) 5. Y-Destiny (2021) 6. Gen Y 2 (2021) 7. Light (2021) 8. The Immeasurable (2021) 9. We Best Love Fighting Mr. 2nd (2021) 10. The Eighth Sense (2023) 11. Jack o'Frost (2023) 12. The Sign (2023)

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just for me - george weasley x reader smut (PART 3)

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: george weasley x fem!reader

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 11.7k

𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩: “i was wondering if you could maybe write anything abt virgin killer!george weasley?? like im sorry hes the finest mf around ik he gets MAD hoes so when he finally acknowledges this preppy, nice and innocent mc he jus knows he has to ruin her"

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: he fucked up. quite horribly, too. george swooped in, made his move, and tried to get on his life like he always does after he's finished with a random hookup. now you were avoiding him and pretty much making him live in agony as a result of his shitty actions. george will soon come to realize you had a much larger impact on his life than he would ever imagine.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, a LOT of angst

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: i’m still not done with this series but instead of keeping it three parts, i decided to add a fourth :) i hope you all enjoy this and please forgive me for the very long wait. i’ve had so much going on irl. part four is coming soon!

part one ┊ part two ┊part three ┊pt. 4 coming soon!

George had a funny little hop in his step as he walked through the grass. Not that it was truly intentional. He was just…very, very happy. There was too much adrenaline fogging his brain to really comprehend anything in this moment of time. He was acting as though he hadn’t just fucked you senseless in the field of grass outside the school. 

He felt proud of himself. He thought that this moment was worth all the celebrating in the world. All of his hard work had built up towards this moment and it paid off so much. You were absolutely amazing. Actually, he wondered to himself, was it possible to say that you were perfect? If he had to be honest with himself, you were everything he wanted in a girl. 

Physically, of course. It’s not like he was looking to start a relationship or anything. Sure, he just told you that he would see you around, but he had to use that more as a lie to try and leave the precious moment between you two on a positive note. False hope, deception, bullshit, call it anything you want, George didn’t regret it. He knew that if he just walked away he probably would have left you crying right there on the spot. He’s not sure he would ever be able to forgive himself if he did that. 

At the end of the day, George knew better than to actually see you again. That’s why from here on out, it would be nothing more than talking in class. If he even brought himself to do that. 

George couldn’t shake the smile from his face as he walked into the Gryffindor common room. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, contrasting the chilly breeze outside. Not that he was cold; the boy was still quite feverish from how hard he had just fucked you. Students were chatting amongst one another about their day and what was to come for the rest of the night. George noticed some students who were admirably trying to complete homework in the midst of the constant chatter. He thought of you for a split second. Remembering all the time you spend studying for homework and exams. He literally interrupted you studying earlier, but you didn’t seem to mind. 

Those thoughts of you were immediately discarded once he noticed a familiar duo in the corner of the room arguing with one another. It was George’s younger brother, Ron, and his friend Hermoine. What the two of them were arguing about was unbeknownst to him, but George caught the eye of someone sitting in a chair eating candy, watching the scene unfold like it was a drama. It was Fred, his fiery-red haired twin, who was popping the sweet treats into his mouth like he was eating popcorn at the movie theater. It must have been very entertaining watching Ron and Hermoine argue, as Fred couldn’t seem to pry his eyes off the show in front of him. 

George walks up to Fred and snaps his fingers. He immediately catches the attention of Fred, who boggles at him as if to ask, what the hell do you want? George motions for the boy to follow him. Fred gets up from his seat and follows George up the flight of stairs towards the empty dormitories. George seemingly couldn’t break the smile on his face so Fred immediately knew what was going on.

As soon as they were out of earshot of other people, Fred asked George, “So? Did it finally happen?”

George nods his head excitedly and eagerly answers, “Yes! It did!”

The twin embraces his brother with a cheeky clap of hand that morphed into a side hug. He was obviously very proud of George for his achievement. It’s not every day you take your classmate's virginity in the middle of a grassy field. Not that Fred really needed to know that last small detail. 

“I can’t believe you popped her cherry. I didn’t think she was ever going to budge.” Fred shakes his head in disbelief. The brother was referring to the fact he knew of your innocence. George remembers back to the day his twin told him about how you were positively a virgin. He could have sworn he melted on the spot from the newfound information. It was at that moment he knew he needed to be the one to ruin your innocence. 

And innocent you were. Well, for the most part, anyway. Your mouth depicted otherwise given all the profanity you were throwing at George. He couldn’t get over how mouthy you were during the entire session. The pathetic begging, the whining, the swearing. It was like heaven to his ears. It only made him want to drill his cock inside your pretty pussy even harder. Which he did, of course, and he loved watching the way your face would contort into pleasure at every thrust. 

Fred clapped his brother’s shoulder, pulling George from his daydreaming. He said in a cheerful tone, “Good for you, mate. So when are you seeing her again?” 

Fred’s brother immediately scoffs at the question. George thinks to himself, as if that’s happening. He had a very set rule for himself which was so straightforward it would take an absolute idiot to not understand. This easy rule was simple to follow; he didn’t give any of his hookups a second chance. They were a one and one time only situation. George was afraid that if he were to consistently see the same girl, he would give the impression that he wanted things to develop into something more. Of course he did like the girls, but it was more so for their physical appearance over their personality. Not that yours was bad, he actually quite enjoyed talking to you. 

Maybe even a little more than any other girl. You did leave his heart fluttering every now and then, which was strange for George to understand because it had never happened before. The boy shakes his head. He can’t keep thinking about you. No girl had ever left him so flustered before and he was not about to let that ruin his night of celebration. Celebrating you, of course. Or more so, the dirty act you two shared. 

To avoid giving you any kind of false hope, George plans to keep to himself from here on out. George tells his brother, “No, I don’t want her to think I’m, like, into her, know what I mean?” 

Fred shrugs out of confusion and raises an eyebrow, immediately striking back with, “Well, I kinda figured that’s what you wanted.” 

George’s heart stops beating for just a split second. As if something shocked his entire body. What was Fred implying? Why would he assume that of his brother knowing his reputation? Hell, Fred has encouraged George in the past to avoid being with a girl more than one time to avoid the start of a relationship. Fred must know deep down that you weren’t any different from the rest of the girls George had been with…right? 

George narrows his eyes at Fred and asks, “What do you mean?” 

“Don’t you like her? I thought…well, I guess I was wrong.” Fred trails off as he notices George seemed very tense. 

He was tense, and for good reason. George was nearly offended that his brother would ever assume that of him. He never broke the cycle in the past to see a girl more than once, why would he do it now? 

But then again, why would Fred figure that in the first place? Was George doing something specific that would have implied that idea? Other than frequently talking to Y/N in class, calling her cute, and….no, any guy can do that and it doesn’t mean he wants to drop everything and date the girl right that second. Plus, George only hung out with you to get closer…obviously. Nothing more than just that. Fred was just jumping to conclusions. Conclusions he had no business assuming in the first place.

George stays silent and avoids the lingering gaze of his twin. He turns away from Fred as an indication that he no longer wanted to talk, to which his brother complied almost immediately. Fred left the room without much of anything else to say. Once George heard the door shut close, he walked across the bedroom towards a long floor length mirror to look at his disheveled appearance. 

His clothes were untidy from the aftermath that was you. George rather liked this sight of his unkempt appearance knowing it was because of your bloody sex. He smirked to himself as he adjusted his clothes, tucking his shirt into his trousers and fixing his tie. Just looking at his clothes reminded him of everything with you. 

The sweetness of your moans, the tightness of your wet cunt, the way your face looked underneath his power. In the midst of him reminiscing, he thought back to the first time he ever saw you in class. That pretty girl was so far gone now. The girl he first met was completely different from the girl he just saw in the field. Her innocence was gone, stolen from her, in a way that was rough and possibly even catastrophic. 

The girl George knew first was too sweet for her own good. He almost…missed it. The way you blushed so easily from any of his flirty comments, or the little gasps that escaped your mouth from every tiny brush of his hand. 

These memories started to flash across the boy’s mind before he could even process them all. The countless times he would flirt with you behind Snape’s back, your sneaky giggles to avoid catching attention from the professor, all the times you would have to help him with his homework because he was absolutely clueless. The way he would glance at your hair because you always styled them in the cutest clips…or the way he would stare at your face because you were absolutely beautiful.

Then again, George loved staring at your face when you were underneath him, writhing in pleasure from the force of his cock. He needed to remind himself that whatever innocent girl he first met was far gone now. He destroyed her, deflowered her, anything he could think of, he did it. And shouldn’t he be proud of himself for that? 

At this moment, George heard his stomach start to grumble. He realized that he had not eaten anything since earlier this morning and was quite hungry. George finishes fixing his clothes and grabs his robe, trying to ignore the thoughts flooding his mind of how he tied a robe to a fucking tree just an hour earlier. 

Within minutes, he found himself going downstairs into the common room and finding a group of his friends and brothers already planning to march towards the Great Hall for dinner. George immediately tags along, jumping into conversation as if he had been there the whole time. As the group of boys wandered down hallways and waltzed around cold corridors, they would joke about anything and everything possible. George loves these nights with his friends where nothing else matters but how much fun they’re having. His mind had barely any focus on you anymore.

However, that did not last very long. Once George arrived at the Great Hall, he couldn’t help but steal a glance towards the table you would typically sit for meals. Your seat was vacant, though. Completely empty while the remainder of your friends sat in their own respective spots, chatting as if nothing was wrong. Clearly there was something wrong; you weren’t here for dinner. 

George thought of this as strange. He assumed that enough time had passed that you would have already come back to the school, gotten cleaned up, and would be coming downstairs for your meal. Maybe you were running late, he thought to himself. 

He shrugs his shoulders and turns back towards his friends, cracking joke after joke that erupted the entire group of boys into massive fits of laughter. Even though George was having a good time, his mind couldn’t stay focused on his friends for long. 

Every few minutes he’d get the urge to see if you were walking in the room. He’d frequently look towards the grand doors, walking students flood in and out, but never would he spot your cute hairclips amongst the crowd of people. He would even look back at your spot at the table. Ten minutes had passed, then it was twenty, now it was nearing thirty, George still couldn’t find you. 

Was it possible that you just stayed in the field after George left? He wondered this to himself, biting his lip in frustration because all he wanted to know was that you were okay. Why? He didn’t have the answer for that. But as long as he was able to see you, that’s all that mattered to George. Where on earth had you gone? There were multiple questions scattered across the boy’s mind and he hated not knowing anything. 

Sitting in the Great Hall trying to chase for an answer in his mind was giving George enough frustration to leave the group of friends early. He complained of being tired, to which his friends all chuckled deeply knowing why he would have been so exhausted (Fred’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor when he realized his brother had sex in a field). 

The boy left his group of friends to wander the hallways of Hogwarts. He flew up a flight of stairs to get to the second floor, maneuvering his way through a crowd of people to try and find a very particular window. It was one that overlooked the territory surrounding Hogwarts. It was an important window to him as it was pointed in the direction of the same tree you would have been sitting under. George secretly hoped he would be able to see a tiny, black dot under this tree, indicating that you had never left your spot after all.

Upon arrival at this windowsill that George had been desperately trying to look for, he peered outside only to see nothing. There was not one black speck amongst the green grass that would have implied you were still studying your materials. This meant you left the tree long ago, that you were probably wandering the school now doing Godric knows what. 

Why did this leave George feeling…uneasy? His heart dropped when he realized that you were no longer outside. He hated this feeling because it was completely new to him. It also brought on an array of questions, the most common one that crossed his mind being, why on earth does he care so much about a girl he hooked up with? Why was he so worried? Why did he hope to find you so desperately? It wasn’t like he was planning on talking to you, or anything more than that really.

George went to sleep that night with you on his mind. It was hard to fall asleep in the first place, however. He was tossing and turning for an hour straight trying not to worry about your current whereabouts. Unfortunately, George didn’t sleep long either. 

He’d wake up just a few hours into the night from a nightmare. It was a dream in which he lost you forever. 

»——•——«

The next day…

»——•——«

George felt a massive shift in the atmosphere the moment he woke up. He had a weird gut feeling about today, mostly because he was worried about where you’d gone last night. However, his worries would only worsen upon his first period class. 

You didn’t show up. To be more specific, you didn’t show up to Professor Snape’s class, which is a huge no-no in not only the professor’s book, but your own as well. You’d never missed class before as far as George was aware. Having to miss any kind of class nearly disgusted you, and you were for sure always present in Snape’s class given the consequences that would likely follow. The professor was keen on giving detention just for missing one class period. Not that you would probably earn one since you were his star student.

What on earth would have caused you to miss class? George wondered if there was a sort of emergency that you had to attend to, but his gut told him otherwise. His stomach felt like there was a knot in it the moment he walked into the room and didn’t see you. He had already felt uneasy just during the walk to the classroom. 

George didn’t see you in the hallway like he usually would in the mornings. He silently hoped and wished it was only because you had already arrived to class early, or maybe it was because you happened to be running late. Even if that was the case, he still felt weird about it because you were always to arrive at class at a very particular time. 

The boy started catching on that you would try and time your walk in the hallway so that the two of you would arrive at the doorway nearly at the exact same time. George never made a comment about this to you; he secretly thought it was adorable that you were so head over heels for him that you would go to such lengths to be sure you both arrived at the same time. 

And here he was, reminiscing those memories. They all felt lightyears away now. He took advantage of those days. The ones where he could admire you walking down the hallway in your cute skirt and hairclips, then he got to wink at you during class at random intervals. A million questions raced through his mind. So much so, that he couldn’t focus on a single word that came out of Snape’s mouth. Not that he usually paid much attention anyway. He would always be too distracted by your beauty. 

Amongst the million questions that ran through his head, one question continued to linger on George’s mind while he sat in class; had he ruined things between you two?

He never asked himself this kind of question before because it has never been an issue in the past. He moved on easily every single time he had been with a girl, why couldn’t he let you go? 

What caused this to start? His infatuation with you, that is. Was it just because you guys talked frequently during class? Well that couldn’t be all, there had been times George hooked up with girls he knew for years and never felt this way before. Was it only because he knew you were a virgin? While that factor going into sex with you was very exciting, it wouldn’t be enough for him to be this obsessed with your unknown whereabouts. 

George tried finding something that would have sparked his sudden interest in you, when his heart dropped in the middle of a thought. The realization hits him like a brick and his breath is immediately knocked out of his lungs. The past day has been spent worrying not only about where you were, but just you in general. Absolutely nothing else mattered in the world but you. 

While George wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box, he didn’t need a genius to tell him that he was falling for you. That realization alone was enough to shake him to his core. It was as though everything in his brain had shut off completely, all except that circuit that left his mind running on loop thinking about you and you only. And maybe it wasn’t exactly love that he was feeling, but it was definitely…something. It was the sort of “something” that made George want to drop everything he was doing just to be with you. Because even if it wasn’t love that he was experiencing, the boy knew he was feeling something intense for you and needed to share that with you as soon as possible. 

Given he was in quite possibly the most boring classroom of all, George didn’t even give his plan a second thought. He collected his belongings and shoved them into his bag, got up from his desk, and exited the room without a word. The only thing on his mind was finding you. 

With a rapidly beating heart and sweaty palms, George started to pace the hallways in hopes he would randomly catch sight of you around a corridor. When that plan failed, he stood still for a few minutes to try and pinpoint exactly where you could have been. While it was possible that you were simply hiding in your house dormitory from the rest of the world, George played with the idea that you were possibly hiding in the library. The only reason he could think of such a place was not only because he knew how studious you were, it was the only other location that you two shared. 

It was really only that, the classroom, and that damn field. Having to think about the field burned a massive hole in George’s heart. He knew now, after some reflection, that what he did was awfully wrong. How he didn’t realize it before was beyond him. He was too caught up with his ego and so used to dropping a girl as quick as he saw her, he assumed everything would be the same when it came to you. 

You were different though. George knew that now. And having to think back to the way he used you in that field yesterday made him gulp hard. He wondered, why did he put you through that? He felt like complete shit now. 

All he could think about was you. How you must have felt about all this. Surely enough, you must have felt used. You didn’t deserve that. George stormed down the hallway, ears ringing with anticipation to find you as soon as possible. 

»——•——«

You had been sitting in the library by yourself. Well, obviously you had been. Everyone else was in their respective classes at the time. Not you, though. It was just too much to bear right now with how fresh yesterday’s situation was. 

The fact that you were skipping class made you feel so beyond guilty. For a second, you thought you must have been insane to even consider the idea in the first place. You’d never skipped class before, so going through with the last minute plan was enough to make you bite your nails out of anxiety. However, nothing could compare to the feeling that would have hit you if you had to sit through class next to George Weasley.

Just that thought alone made you sick to your stomach. It would have been a million times worse than what you were feeling now. You knew that you couldn’t skip the next class period with him, however even if you got a chance to skip today, you’d take it. You couldn’t bear looking at his face…as if nothing ever happened between you two. 

Was this what you were made for? To be used by men? That’s all you felt right now; used.

If you had the chance, you would have gone back in time and changed the narrative entirely. You would have stolen that freaking time-turner from Professor McGonagall just to stop yourself from getting hypnotized by his charm. George Weasley was reckless and it affected you too much. 

You were careful before you met the boy. Very cautious, you kept to yourself. Never once did you ever consider lusting after a boy the way you did for George, dreaming up a fantasy where the two of you were happily ever after. And now everything in your life is crashing down all around you. As if you’ve lost complete control. 

You were as reckless as he was. 

He sucked you into this kind of void and it left you unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to think straight. That’s why you were hiding in the library. If the thought of George was making you feel this uneasy, you couldn’t even fathom what would have happened today if you walked into class and sat right next to him.

As if nothing had happened. 

You wondered if you would have been able to contain yourself if you did end up going to class anyway. You’re not sure if you would have cried, screamed at him, or just stayed silent. You were not one to really stand up for yourself, but then again, so much has changed about yourself in the last few weeks you weren’t sure if that was so true anymore. 

The library was dead silent besides your occasional turn of the pages in your book. You busied yourself by catching up on some reading you were meant to read yesterday. While you did your best to read the book last night in bed, it was quite difficult to focus with the amount of tears that welled up in your eyes. Thankfully, you were a bit more composed today and felt confident enough to tackle a couple chapters during this quiet time. 

As you sat silently, taking in the information about an aging potion, you could hear a door open in the distance of the library. The noise was followed by footsteps that increased in volume, indicating that someone was definitely walking in your direction. You can’t help but look up at the noise, half expecting to see either one of your girlfriends or even Snape himself wondering why you weren’t in class.

However, nothing could have prepared you for the boy who was walking towards you. It was George, of course. Because who else would it be at this time of day?

Immediately your eyes widen as your stomach sinks. It felt like the entire world was falling apart around you in an instant. You could have sworn that your heart skipped multiple beats in a row. Just the sight of George was nearly giving you a heart attack. What on earth did he have to say? Better yet, what were you going to say? Was he even worth the talk?

Gulping silently, you just watch as he approaches you in the dead silent room. He seemed to slow down his pace the moment you two made eye contact. As much as you wished it would have been enough to stop him dead in his tracks, he kept walking towards you. He adjusts his tie and clears his throat as casually as possible.

Without asking for permission, George pulls out the chair to your right and seats himself. He jumps right into a sort of interrogation, asking you, “Why weren’t you in class?”

You have to tell yourself to act like you don’t care that he’s here. Obviously he didn’t care about you enough yesterday to stay with you in that field, or even talk to you in general about what you two were. You were just a toy for him to fuck and get over in a matter of minutes. Keeping this in mind, and partially taking notice of the anger that was clearly bubbling inside you, you sneer at George and mutter under your breath, “I didn’t feel like it.”

Not your strongest moment, but it was blunt and rude. You figured it would get the point across that you weren’t very happy with him. So much for not letting it seem like it bothered you. You realized it was a bit harder to hold back your emotion than you originally thought. That doesn’t mean you’re going to beat yourself up over this, though. You would much rather seem angry in front of George than sad or depressed. The last thing you want to do is bawl in front of him.

Did he really deserve to even know that you were angry with him though? You started to regret even talking to him in the first place. Too many questions were swirling around your mind for you to find focus. It made your head pound with pain.

“I need to ask you something.” George tells you while awkwardly biting his lip and shifting uncomfortably in his chair. He starts to pull hair away from his face and run his fingers through his hair. It takes a lot of power to try not to notice how attractive he looked whenever he played with his hair like that.

Your back straightens and you instinctively lean in towards him, eager to hear what he has to say. You respond in a dry tone, “What is it?”

Suddenly, George is leaning forward and grabbing you by the chin with his fingers, forcing your eyes to take in his weary face. You gasp quietly, heart feeling like it was being stabbed, it was throbbing so hard.

He asks you in a frantic voice, “Things feel different for you, too, don’t they?”

You raise an eyebrow, confused. Things? Between the two of you? Well…of course they were different. Before yesterday, you two were just classmates that would flirt. Now, you didn’t even know whatever “this” was. It was disgusting, that’s what you thought to yourself. It left you feeling used.

So what the hell was he implying? You let him hold your chin a while longer and ask softly, “What do you mean?”

George blinks once, twice, three times before he gulps hard.

“I-Well-…I don’t know…” He starts to sputter out anything that comes to mind. He can’t seem to explain himself fast enough, or find the words in general.

You pull away from his grasp, narrowing your eyes as you pick apart his act. This was all fake, wasn’t it? Just another fucking plan to woo you? He would act all pitiful and sad to express how much he didn’t mean it, all just to see you naked again. That’s exactly what this was.

“You’re just trying to get in my pants again, aren’t you?” You snap at George with a nasty tone. You stand up from your chair dramatically, hearing the scrape of wood against stone echo throughout the empty library.

George stands up nearly as quick as you do the moment the words are leaving your mouth. He tries to extend his arms out to grasp you, but misses as you take a step back. Throwing everything in your backpack as fast as you possibly can, you notice George in the corner of your eye starting to inch closer to you again with a nervous voice, “W-What?! No! Y/N, I swear-”

You throw all your books in your bag and slam the chair into the desk, snapping at George with a newfound fury you hadn’t realized was inside you all this time. You tell him, “Do me a favor George; leave me the FUCK alone.”

It was obvious that the sentence alone was enough of a threat to the boy. The anger laced in your tongue hits George like a million knives, putting him in his place immediately. He falls silent immediately, watching you walk away from the scene without another word.

However, what he didn’t see was the tears building up along your lash line. As much as you hated his guts, you were still falling madly in love with the idiot. You hated yourself as much as you hated him.

»——•——«

Two days later…

»——•——«

George knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, but he didn’t realize just how damn sneaky you could really be. After the horrific interaction in the library just days before, the boy wouldn’t see you again until the next session in Professor Snape’s potion class. He no longer saw you in the hallways or the Great Hall. You obviously made a substantial deal to be sure that there would be little to no chance of ever seeing you outside of class again.

Not seeing you for days straight made George feel even worse. He wasn’t sure if he should have looked forward to potions or not, assuming that you would be there of course. Sure enough, you were present in class, but it did not make the situation any better. When George walked into the room, he immediately spotted you at the front of the classroom speaking to Professor Snape in hushed whispers. Whatever was being discussed, Snape looked very concerned.

Such an indication did not stop George from calling out your name. In a loud voice, he said across the room, “Hey, Y/N!”

He wasn’t even quite sure why he said your name, if he had to be honest with himself. It kind of slipped out before he had time to process it all. Maybe his gut thought that trying to talk to you in class was going to go better than how the discussion went down in the library a couple days prior. Perhaps the crowd surrounding you two would force you to act a bit nicer; allow him to get his words out and express his feelings about everything.

Both you and Snape turn to look at George, who is awkwardly waving and sheepishly smiling. But in an instant you shoot him a glare. Even Professor Snape was scowling at him. While this was a normal occurrence for George in front of just about any teacher, it seemed that Snape was going out of his way to make his scowl even deeper and nastier than usual.

Right away, you had seated yourself in a chair closest to the professor’s desk. Keeping your back to George, he was forced to position his gaze back on his professor. Snape’s dirty look did not go away as he gave out instructions. “George, you’ll be sitting in this seat for the rest of the year.”

The teacher walked George to his new spot, which was the furthest point from your new seat at the front of the classroom. He was all the way in the back. This kind of seating chart is a great opportunity for a prankster like George to unleash his full potential on the entire class, but he couldn’t even relish in this once in a lifetime lucky chance he’d been granted. The boy felt everything opposite of that expected feeling.

George’s stomach felt like it had dropped to the floor. He realized very quickly that you had purposely asked for this separation from him. Whatever you told Snape, it was to avoid having any further conversation with George during class.

He was convinced he was going to lose his mind over you. He had to get a hold of you, and soon.

»——•——«

Many weeks later...

»——•——«

You thought you were going to lose your mind having to avoid the boy like this, day in and out. At this point, it was becoming a routine. One that you had to follow religiously in order to avoid any kind of possible conflict with George.

Of course, deep down you want to listen to what he has to say. You know it might be valuable in a sense…but at the same time, he deceived you once, he could easily do it again. How were you supposed to know he wasn’t trying to apologize just to appeal to your sensitive side, only to try and slide into your pants once again? Something like this was too difficult to decipher. Therefore, you were much more comfortable just glancing at George from a far distance. He didn’t deserve to talk to you…as much as you wanted to talk to him.

One night, as you are exiting the Great Hall after eating a delicious meal, you begin to make your way to the dormitories. Your mind is too preoccupied on the immense amount of homework you have later tonight to hear the sound of footsteps following close behind you. It’s not until the fiery-red haired boy is in your peripheral vision that you realize someone was near you.

In a matter of seconds, your heart drops into your stomach without even having to look George directly in the face. He had your full attention now without even having to try, let alone look at him.

While your heart was pounding out of your chest, you tried your best to focus more on how annoying it was becoming that George wasn’t going to let you go so easily. Why did he want to talk to you so badly anyway? Just to have sex again? With an eye roll, you pick up the pace and start to walk faster down the hallway. You had hoped that the silent treatment would work enough to scare him away.

George attaches himself to your side immediately and says, “Y/N, stop, please. I want to talk to you.”

Keeping your head forward, he is only met with silence. Obviously angered by your immature attitude, he scoffs under his breath and reveals a nasty look on his face; as if that was meant to make you feel bad for him.

It was amusing to see him get his knickers in a twist just from not speaking. It was almost hard to hold back from smirking in front of the boy. However, deep down you were still just as scared of talking to George as you were most days since everything occurred. He just had this kind of effect on you where it felt like no matter how angry you acted around him, your heart was still soft for his stupid antics.

You didn’t dare reveal that to him; you were still recovering from the massive damage he had done to your emotional state. You shuffle past George as fast as possible, still refusing to make any sort of eye contact with him.

Eventually, he jumps right in front of you, preventing you from moving anymore. You jump from the action and immediately snap, “What on earth do you want with me, George?”

He takes a step forward to close the gap, his eyes staring deeply into your own. He starts to stumble over his words, “G-Godric, Y/N, I didn’t think you’d ever…I just wanted to…bloody hell, I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

“Then don’t bother, okay?” You tell him, moving around his figure to get away from the conversation. It’s hard to believe he has anything worthwhile to tell you in the first place. However, there’s still a small sliver of hope that resides in your being, and it’s just enough to tell George, “I’ll see you around.”

You’re not sure what you mean when you say this. You figure that maybe it’s enough to keep you two on good terms. He didn’t really deserve more than that though. He was an ass and literally used you. But your heart ached for him nonetheless. You were always going to miss him, so why bother keeping up this anger front for the rest of the school year? It was killing you just to do it right now.

The boy doesn’t take long to get the hint. He stands still and merely watches you walk away. You can practically feel his eyes bearing a hole through the back of your skull from how hard he was staring.

Later that night, while you are lying in bed struggling to sleep thanks to all that was on your mind, you thought back to earlier. What was it he wanted to say to you? Why was it so urgent?

Curiosity would eventually kill the cat.

»——•——«

It's been months since that day in the field. You would still go out of your way to avoid George, and he has slowly stopped trying to make conversation with you entirely. Your heart ached for him each and every day, though. You missed having those silly conversations in class, waving to him in the Great Hall, and so much more. Part of you was even missing all those times he would desperately try to get your attention only for you to ignore it. You thought of it for the better, but looking back on it all, had that really been the best choice?

You can hear his little friend group whisper among themselves whenever you and George are ever in the same room with one another. There was no doubt they knew about everything that happened. Which only made you feel more like shit; how dare they know you lost your virginity to a classmate you had fallen so deeply for. Not once had you ever felt so humiliated before. This was not how you expected your last year at Hogwarts to go. You anticipated much more out of this year. Laughing, studying, maybe some crying here and there, but not over a boy who used you for sex. That was the last thing you ever considered to happen to you.

In a weird sort of way, George felt much like the yin to your yang. The way the two of you could come together and have so much fun despite your differing personalities always blew you away. He completed the missing pieces within you. It was an act that you didn’t think was possible, especially knowing it was someone you met so recently. That being said, you can’t help but miss those moments of bliss with one another.

Just the thought of him makes you shudder. Not out of disgust, but due to the ache in your heart that desired more from him. If anything, it was likely to be from the immense guilt and shame that clouded your every being since the day everything happened with George. Why on earth would you miss someone like him when he was so mean?

It is winter break now. A large majority of students had left to go home, but you were staying at Hogwarts. The last few days were spent reading books you meant to catch up on ages ago. You had to occasionally flit around the hallways in order to avoid the Weasleys. It was so convenient that they happened to be here during the holidays at the same time as you. But at this point in the year, you had started to grow used to it all. It’s all you could do in order to “cope” with the sadness that hung heavy in your heart.

You were in the library again, turning page after page in your book. You were slowly catching yourself starting to space out. Rightly so, as it had been a couple hours of sitting here and you were slowly growing hungry. You could barely focus when your stomach continuously growls.

As you start to put away your book in your bag, alongside anything else you had pulled out, you could hear footsteps walking past you. You didn’t think much of it until you heard a familiar voice.

“Hello, Y/N.” George says.

A chill runs up your spin, hair standing up on the back of your neck. Goosebumps trail up and down your arms as your throat runs dry. If it wasn’t obvious you were nervous before, it was now. Your eyes shot up towards the boy, watching him stand near you with a soft smile and blushed cheeks. This hadn’t been how you anticipated the night to go at all, but you couldn’t bear to embarrass yourself any longer.

You muster up enough courage to respond back. “Hey, George.”

“How are you doing?” He replies, watching you closely as you continue to put away your belongings into your bag at a slow pace. Your hands were shaking slightly from the anxiety coursing through your veins. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d wager that George was in the exact same boat as you were.

He was clutching a couple books tight to his chest, finger tapping anxiously along the spines. He kept swaying back and forth, biting his lip and avoiding eye contact on occasion.

It had been so long since the two of you last spoke. You knew deep down you had been wanting this for ages, missing these small conversations. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to be civil, at least this once, you wondered to yourself. You had never held a grudge for so long before, and you weren’t about to let it continue. Maybe this was your chance to let bygones be bygones and let George know that you’ve moved on (that’s a big lie, but what he doesn’t have to know won’t hurt him).

So, you decide to interact with him some more. You tell him, “I’ve been doing fine.”

George cracks that gorgeous smile of his and nods his head. He chimes in, “Good, good, I’m happy to hear that.”

You decide not to comment on that. However, there is no denying that little explosion of butterflies in your stomach. Well, that and the loud rumble that follows.

Your stomach growls out of hunger once again, clearly indicating between both parties that you were getting hungrier by the second. Cheeks red from embarrassment, you try to save yourself by saying, “I’m heading to the Great Hall. Just wanted to get in some light reading before supper.”

“Can I walk with you?” George asks as soon as you’re finished speaking.

His voice was soft despite the request filling you with fear in an instant. You did want to walk with him, but what were his intentions? The prospect of having to venture anywhere with George at your side was slightly concerning since you hadn’t done so since…well, before everything.

You shoot him a slight glare, immediately questionable about why he wanted to. He picked up on this, placing his hands in a defensive position and exclaiming, “I’m going there already! I was just about to leave for supper myself. I figured if you were going, maybe we could walk together. That’s all I wanted.”

Maybe it’s the innocence of his request, or those stupid puppy dog eyes, but you’re not entirely opposed to the idea. Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea to walk with him if that’s all that would come out of it in the end. Nothing more, nothing less. You knew eventually this would likely happen anyway. You couldn’t avoid him forever.

Simultaneously, you found yourself wondering if you were being foolish to even entertain the possibility of this. Only an idiot would want to walk with the same man who used her for sex; but here you were, being as foolish as ever. Due to his undeniable appeal and practically begging to walk with you, you’re giving him permission to be in your company. While your eyes were darting around anywhere in the room but George, you tell him, “That’s fine, you can join me.”

Walking out of the library with George next to your side feels strange. At the same time, you feel even weirder for thinking that. At some point during the school year, this felt so completely normal to you. Now it was all just an out of body experience. As if the two of you were strangers all over again. Your heart was beating so rapidly out of your chest you thought you were going to have a heart attack.

The hallways leading to the Great Hall were completely empty. It was likely that whatever remaining students that were on campus were eating at the moment. The echo of your and George’s footsteps, alongside the dim lighting, made the situation all the more stressful for you. It was like you were stuck in place despite moving closer and closer to your destination.

After a minute of walking and absolutely no words spoken, George breaks the silence. He asks, “Can I speak to you for just a moment?”

“Is it about all that happened between us?” You wonder, your throat constricts the more you talk. You’re sure you are on the verge of tears just from the thought of it all. However, maybe this was the closure that you needed. Maybe this is what you needed to move forward and get on with your life without worrying about some red-haired boy running amuck in the school hallways and classrooms.

He clears his throat, “Yeah, it’s about that. I have something really important I want to tell you, Y/N.”

You internally go back and forth about whether or not you want to hear it, wondering if what he has to say will truly have any meaning at all. George dislikes the long pause it takes for you to say anything. He steps in front of you and blocks your path. He places his hands on your shoulders to prevent you from being able to walk away.

You huff and puff out of annoyance, sneering at him to say, “Let go of me, George.”

“Y/N, please, I just-” He tightens his grip on your shoulders. This causes you to shake from his hold, just barely escaping and nearly dropping your bag in the process. You’re growing more and more irritated by the way he was acting. Why was he being so handsy with you?

You snap at him out of annoyance, “Why the fuck do you need to touch me to tell me something? Just get on with it already-”

George stomps his foot on the ground, the loud sound echoing the walls of the empty hallway. He yells, “Listen to me!”

For the first time in a while, you finally stare into his eyes. Genuinely taking in his appearance and the emotion that has struck his face. It was at this moment you realized just how…damaged he was. He was on the verge of tears and his frail body was shaking from fighting back the floodgates in his eyes. Your heart feels like it’s breaking in two just from the sight. As much as he frustrates you, seeing this side of him makes your stomach sink.

George frustratingly runs his fingers through his hair as if to try and get a better grip on the reality that was taking place before him. He frowns deeply and tries to find his words. He stumbles over his words multiple times, “I-I just felt like…I didn’t think…you-you have to believe me, Y/N, I-I would never-”

You take this as an opportunity to reverse the roles, softly placing a hand on his shoulder as if to silently offer his support. Obviously his words and frustrations were weighing him down, and if there was anything you could do to encourage him to get his worries off his chest, maybe this was it. Just a small act of kindness. He was so desperately trying to hold you in place before this, he must have not realized he was really the one who needed to be weighed down in the first place. Otherwise his mind was going to run a million miles an hour and he would get nowhere with his speech.

You want him to know you’re willing to listen now, to give him a chance. All he wants is to be heard. In your own way, you wanted that too.

You wished you had been able to go back in time to just take things slower with George, to have been able to say no to his lust and just try to take things slower with him…if that was even possible. You wondered if George would have stopped talking to you if he realized you weren’t so easy to crack. Then again, you always felt that there was a spark between the two of you. Maybe at the time, if you had given yourself a moment to really speak your mind, he would have respected your wishes and things would have remained the same between you two. There is no way of knowing now. All you can do to make up for the horrible experience is to hear what he has to say.

The act gives George a chance to catch his breath. You watch his chest rise and fall multiple times, listening to the way he calms himself with a simple breathing exercise. He sighs and drops his shoulders, and you mimic his actions to try and ease your own anxieties. This was not going to be an easy conversation by any means, but it was about time it happened.

Seeing him slowly grow more comfortable seemed to ease the tension. George found himself breathing properly again and nodding his head, as if slowly trying to get back to the point he was originally trying to make in the first place.

You’re growing anxious to hear what he has to say. You pull your hand away from his shoulder and cross your arms, watching the way he shifts his body weight back and forth on the balls of his feet.

After what feels like a million years, he finally confesses. “I am so, so sorry for the way I treated you earlier this year. You didn’t deserve that at all. I have no excuse for my behavior. I don’t know why, but for such a long time now I have gone through girl after girl and never felt anything quite nearly the same as I do for you. You had such an impact on me…Godric, I sound so cringey saying that, but it’s the truth. I really do like you, Y/N. Everything about you and not just your body. I am so sorry for all that I did.”

The moment he finishes with his speech, your ears start to ring. You feel as though his words have stunned you. He liked you…for you? Then why did he do the things that he did?

You raise an eyebrow and look him up and down, as if you were a predator sizing up your meal. You ask him, “Then why did you do it? You always knew I was a virgin, isn’t that why you started talking to me in the first place?”

The question made your stomach drop. Having to talk to George about this makes you feel extremely queasy. George’s tears start to well even larger than before. He bites his bottom lip and looks down at his feet. He tells you, “At first, I saw you as just another girl. I thought you would be the same as the rest of the girls I have been with. Obviously I came to develop feelings for you, but I thought that if I just went about things like I usually do, the feelings would go away and I’d be on my way. But I realized afterwards that wasn’t the case with you. You were so different from the rest.”

Your heart sank hearing him admit to it all. You knew deep down this had always been his plan, you knew that he literally only saw you as an object from the start. However, there was an odd sense of relief that washed over you when he finally admitted to it all. Even though these were all your suspicions, hearing George confirm it all felt like you were finally coming to terms with everything. If anything, you actually had more respect for him.

You appreciate that he told you all of this. Looking back on the last couple months, you wished that you had allowed him to talk previously. This entire time he had tried desperately to tell you all of this and you just shot him down.

Not that you really regret it, though. At the time, you were very unstable with your emotions and you’re not too sure how the conversation would have gone down if he spoke with you weeks prior to today. Not only are you appreciative of the fact he was so honest, but hearing him say that he liked you back…it was like a dream come true. Never did you think he would ever like you the same way you did him.

You stayed silent, and apparently it was too long. George spoke again out of fear that he had scared you, frantically saying, “Please say something. I know you’re not happy with me, but I just need to hear-”

“I forgive you.” You blurt out.

It’s George's turn to fall silent now. Neither of you spoke for a period of time; how long exactly was unclear to you, but it felt too long. Assuming it’s your chance to try and save the conversation, you continue, “I know I’m probably crazy for this, but I forgive you. It takes a lot of courage to go up to a girl and admit that you screwed her over. I like that you were upfront with me about it all.”

Without missing a beat, George smiles harder and harder hearing you admit to your forgiveness. He takes a step forward with his arms open for a hug, but you immediately shoot him down. Placing a hand on his chest, you halt all movement. His entire face is struck with worry, and his mouth opens to apologize. You cut him off and say, “Just because I forgive, doesn’t mean I forget. You hurt me George. It absolutely crushed my soul when the person I thought was becoming my best friend used me and stole my virginity without a second glance. It sucked. That’s why I couldn’t even stand to look at you in the hallways or the classroom, let alone talk to you.”

Tears are welling in your eyes now. Your throat contracts the more you speak, and you have to stop because you know if you go any further it would just develop in a crying session. George nods his head and chokes back more tears, unable to prevent the shakiness in his voice.

“I-I feel like shit, Y/N. Every single day since I realized I fucked up, all I’ve wanted to do was talk to you about this. Like I said before, you deserve so much better. Thank you for forgiving me, though. I feel…better, now that I’ve talked to you about this.”

You smile and shove George’s shoulder in a playful manner, trying to ignore the burning in your eyes from all the tears. “No problem. Can we go eat now? I’m starving.”

George eyes you carefully as if he couldn’t believe what you had just said to him. If you had to be honest with yourself, you couldn’t either. However, now that the niceties were done and over with, you figured maybe starting over wouldn’t be such a bad idea with George. You can tell he’s genuinely sorry for all that he has done, and that he’s clearly changed drastically as a person (which you thought impossible for both Weasley twins).

Maybe dinner wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. You definitely weren’t going to do anything else with George. It would be too soon for that. Maybe a quick bite to eat while catching up on one another's lives would be enough for you tonight. Enough closure after this mess of a conversation. After this, you can go back to just being yourself and not have to worry about him anymore.

“W-We? You want to have dinner with me?” George asks you carefully.

You shrug your shoulders and start to slowly walk towards the Great Hall, George trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You tell him, “I don’t think it would hurt. Just for tonight, though. I figure we have a little catching up to do.”

George can’t stop smiling like an idiot, and you can’t either. Your heart was beating rapidly again, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. It was out of happiness. You’re beyond excited that the two of you were talking again. Not that you planned on staying best of friends, but a mutual likeness should be enough to get you through the remainder of the school year. However, that is quite the opposite of what happens.

The rest of the winter, you and George started to say hi to one another in the hallway again. That transitioned into sitting with one another in the Great Hall, maybe only once or twice a week but it happened nonetheless. Eventually, you and George were talking on a daily basis. Your relationship was slowly reversing back to its old ways, except there was minimal flirting and absolutely no touching. You made sure to lay some ground rules with him once you realized you and George were getting close again.

He promised to respect your wishes, and he has listened graciously so far. Your boundaries were quite simple to follow, but given George’s track record, it was surprising to see him listen so well. All that you asked was to keep everything between the two of your friends only and nothing more. You felt that after all that had happened, it would be best for the both of you to strictly keep things “professional” and not try to rush into anything so soon.

There was no denying you still had feelings for him, and knowing that George liked you back made it hard to not flirt with him in any way. But deep down, you knew that this was for the better. You’d rushed into something with him once before and it had a horrible ending, therefore you couldn’t risk that again. However, things were definitely changing to say the least.

It was obvious in the way your conversations started to last longer than just a minute or so. When you and George graduated from the casual “hello” while in passing and began to have full length conversations again, you quickly realized he was just as whimsical as you had known him from the beginning of the year.

You could never lose a sense of wonder while in his presence. He always had something to tell you, or a funny story that kept you on the edge of your seat. It first occurred to you that you were definitely falling for him once again in the midst of watching George play a prank on Professor Snape during class (the poor guy did not expect his pants to catch on fire. For a split second he almost convinced himself it was the doing of Peeves once again, but realized by the smirk on George’s face that it was no other than the evil twin himself).

That prank could have gone so horribly wrong if Professor Snape hadn’t noticed the flame among his dress pants. And even with the understanding that George’s actions were devastatingly brutal and just downright mean, your stomach felt as though it might explode with laughter (that died very quickly thanks to the glare Snape shot at you).

Even when he used magic in wrongful ways, had a track record with girls a mile long, and had even used you for sex, there was something too forgiving in your nature to just let George go entirely. You realized that you wanted him in your life, either as a best friend or something more. There was something about him that brought you to life. The spark that was lit in your heart was only alive when he was around. You never wanted it to go out, and so you soon realized you never wanted to let him go again.

In your eyes, even with all the mistakes he has made, George enclosed you in a space that left you wanting more. It wasn’t like you were trapped; you weren’t drowning in insufferable conversations or anything of the sort, you absolutely loved his company. You didn’t realize just how much you actually missed it until he started coming around again.

On top of all this realization, there was the fact he had changed considerably as a dear friend. He was much more careful in the way he spoke or acted around you. He wanted to respect your boundaries and never put your relationship at risk again. This is what made you appreciate him so much.

However, there was an obvious change in the atmosphere amongst you two during the springtime.

Winter had come and gone, your conversations were still lively as ever though. Just a couple weeks prior, he had begun walking you to your next class after potions together. It was during one particular day that sparked a sudden change in both your demeanors.

After class, you and George were walking down the corridors together just talking about the upcoming assignments and what you thought would be the best strategy for studying (George needed the advice given his history of failing horribly). While walking, a group of first-years were running amuck in the hallways, nearly trampling over you in the process of it all. Loud yells and feet clamoring against the stone floors filled your ears, your eyes barely having time to process how to avoid all the commotion.

George, however, had thought far ahead of you and made sure to wrap his arm around your shoulder and shield you from the upcoming blows of young, immature eleven-year-olds. He pulled your body in towards his own, protecting you for that brief moment of chaos.

Your body felt like it was exploding from his touch, immediately sobering you up and pulling you from your crazy thoughts. You looked up at George as soon as all the commotion had died down, and he looked down at you. Your mouth felt like it was going slack as you stood there completely frozen under his arm. George bores holes in your eyes, staring at you as if silently asking if this kind of action was allowed within your boundaries.

Without having to hear him say anything, you say, “It’s fine.”

The two of you continued walking down the hallway, talking as though nothing had happened. However, something did happen. It was the start of something new.

For the remainder of that walk to your next period, George kept his arm wrapped around your body as though you were his girl. It struck you as an extraordinary situation that left you dumbfounded for days on end.

First, you couldn’t get over the fact that he did it in the first place. Second, you couldn’t get over the fact that you let it happen. Now would not be a great time to fall back into old habits. You weren’t ready for anything explicit with George just yet. However, at the same time, you liked how protective he was being. You enjoyed having his arm around you. In a weird way, you felt safer. You craved…more.

That strange shift in the air between you two never really left. It only lingered, and continued to emphasize the more the two of you hung out. After that fateful day in the beginning of March, the day that really started to change your relationship with George once again, each week there was a designated day where the two of you just spent time with one another.

While you didn’t know for sure if this meant your relationship with George was developing outside of a friendship, you knew in your heart that it was probably a good sign of something heading towards that direction. If you were able to tolerate his conversations in the hallways from time to time, you had enough courage to be with him in a more secluded setting. This is what began the scheduled meetings once every week where the two of you would simply do homework or sit around and read books.

That same feeling of rapid heartbeats and butterflies in your stomach always came back in full swing the moment you two were together. It gave you flashbacks to that day out in the meadow where he swept you off your feet in an instant. While that memory used to leave you frustrated beyond belief, you could now thankfully say that you don’t fully regret doing what you did with George. You could now tell yourself that it was all just a lesson you had to come and learn the hard way.

The lesson in question? Don’t rush.

George’s arm always found its way around you while the two of you hung out, but it never furthered past that. It would happen at any given point. If there was an opportunity that arose, he would do anything to make sure he could place his arm around you in a protective manner. And it would stay there the remainder of the time you two hung out.

No one ever commented on the matter, not even you, which led George to believe that it was okay to continue doing so. It definitely was, in your book.

It’s late April now, months since you and George finally reconnected again and were practically best of friends. The two of you were sitting on a bench in a random hallway somewhere in Hogwarts. Being in different houses meant you could not be in one another’s common rooms. This was the best you could get, but it was comfortable enough.

You sat next to George while his arm was wrapped around your shoulders. You leaned into his touch, reading from your book about fantastic beasts and where to find them. George had just finished making a joke about the appearance of this one animal in the book, and it had you giggling beyond belief. You look up at George, eyes full of happiness and excitement. He looks back down at you, smiling hard.

George enjoys taking you by surprise. He leaves you wanting more from him and fills your chest with warmth. You weren't sure precisely what it was that you wanted more of, but you were certain that you didn't want this moment to stop. The expression caught in his eyes was pure protectiveness. You felt protected not just by his arm enveloping you, but also by the expression on his face as he gazed back at you. You felt comfortable and secure with him because of the way he looked at you. It was as if he was silently telling you that he genuinely wanted you for you.

Suddenly, while taking a glance at your lips, he's asking you, “Can I take you out on a date, Y/N? Like, a proper one. I feel like I owe that to you after all I’ve done.”

In an instant, you’re blushing like mad. Your heart is beating so fast, you’re smiling before you even realize it. You just nod your head, telling him, “Yes, I’d really like that, George. Thank you.”

He doesn’t respond with words, merely gives you a quick squeeze and looks back at the book you were reading, silently encouraging you to finish the chapter you started earlier.

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Lost & Found

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader    

Summary: You take a little break, a week away to somewhere warm to relax and calm your senses. So does Joe – same flight, same hotel, same travel plans and, worst of all, same suitcase. What was meant to be a lovely trip to the sun starts off on the wrong foot when you find expensive designer outfits belonging to a man in what you thought was your suitcase.    

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, lots of swearing, we get a little spicy but nothing too bad, 18+ just in case though!    

Author’s note: i know i already said we were going at a slower pace, but, i really meant it - ive got too much other things going and i apologise! part four might take EVEN LONGER ive got a busy month coming up, so we'll see how it goes! thanks for being patient with me &lt;333

Wordcount: 4.3K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Your breath hitched as your fingers twitched with need of a self-destruct button when you saw him.

Swimming shorts, black. The ones you’d had in your hands two days before. Linen shirt, short sleeves, beige – unbuttoned. It was one of the things you’d tried on. Your friend had said it looked like a pyjama top on you. You were glad to learn it did not look like a pyjama top on him.

Sunglasses. Black, dark, and designer if you were to go by the large metallic logos on the sides.

Hair sort of all over the place, like he hadn’t touched it after rolling out of bed this morning. Book in hand, paperback, folded corners and broken spine. 

If you were honest, it was kind of a vibe. Until you panned down, and...

Loafers.

You hoped that the glare of the sun didn’t turn your sunglasses transparent enough for Joe to notice you weren’t looking at your phone screen when you saw him step out and enter the pool area.

He walked past a couple of sun loungers that had towels on but seemed otherwise fairly abandoned. The pool was empty, the water too cold to casually dip into, so the towels probably belonged to people who dumped them there before breakfast, just to ensure they’d have a space of their own in the sun later.

Well, it was later now, and had there been no empty sun loungers free of towels, you’d have tossed a random one to claim as your own. Like the one right next to you. Just a big white towel from the hotel on an empty sun lounger that seemingly belonged to no one.

You saw Joe get closer and closer until you realised that he seemed to be coming right over to you.

Maybe he’d seen you and was now just there to come and tell you that he needed his jacket back. The one he gave you last night. The one you were meant to return to room 907. The one you still had up in room 1103.

Listen, it had gotten late. And you’d gotten too tipsy.

You also weren’t sure if you’d remembered 907 correctly, and, what if he was asleep already, you know? You decided after having your 6th drink poured into a plastic cup that you’d bring Joe his jacket tomorrow.

Maybe just after breakfast.

But then, you’d slept right through breakfast, hadn’t you?

You’d woken up two hours after falling asleep, and hadn’t been able to slide back into slumber until after you’d watched the sunrise from your balcony through blinking bleary eyes.

You’d only gotten a very quick gulp of water into your system after brushing your teeth, and now here you were, by the pool, living your best holiday-instagram-filtered-story life.

When Joe walked into earshot, you were ready to launch an excuse at him for not having returned his jacket yet. 

But then he bent and sat down on the sun lounger next to you and you realized; that was his towel. One he'd probably laid down just before breakfast to ensure himself a lounger for when he'd want to enjoy some time by the pool side later.

Later was now, apparently.

Joe sat and took off his loafers as he looked over at the pool where the sun made the surface glitter, and then you saw him turn his head to look at you, giving you a polite smile.

“I was going to bring it over last night,” you blurted out as you sat up a little, “I promise, room 907, I didn’t forget. It was just, it got a bit late, and I didn’t want to maybe wake you– I’ll give it back today,” God, the nervosity practically dripped from the words you squeaked out. 

Joe just smiled, which only made it worse.

“I... I’ll go get it right now, sorry,” you swung your legs to the side but stopped when you heard Joe laugh. 

“That’s okay, no worries,” he quickly said, stopping your feet from finding your flip flops.

“I wasn’t going to keep it,” you reassured.

“I didn’t think you were.”

Okay, good.

“None of my other things have gone missing, so you’re fine,” Joe scrunched his nose and made a face before he got comfy with his book in his lap.

You thought back to that first night with his suitcase. He was sort of right. You could’ve easily kept something - probably would have if you’d listened to your friend who kept telling you, “That looks great on you, fucking keep it,” over and over.

“About that...” you heard yourself say it before you could stop yourself.

“Can I, just, do you want my unsolicited opinion on something?”

Joe found the page in his book he’d left off on and used fingers to bend the spine a bit further. He didn’t really reply, which you took as an invitation to just drop what had been on your mind without holding back.

“Just, I don’t understand, you seem–” you thought your choice of words over just for a second. “You sort of seem like you know what you’re doing. Man on a business trip, expensive clothing, all tailored I’m guessing, and then there’s– I’m sorry, but why would you use two-in-one shampoo?” 

Joe blinked at you a second.

“And not only use it, but bring it?!” 

It took Joe a second to figure out how to react to your animated question. You seemed genuinely grossed out and properly confused. 

Man on a business trip.

That tickled him.

“You um... you went through my toiletries?” Joe asked, eyes back in his book, hoping that maybe the question would get you to blush again like you’d blushed when you’d met at the airport the day before. 

“I went through everything, and you fucking know it,” you couldn’t help but laugh yourself now. “Please tell me that bottle has been in your that bag since the nineties and you don’t actually use it still,” 

Joe snorted, head bobbing a little. 

“I mean,” he started, “It’s how long I’ve had the bag, so that’s not as implausible as you’d think,” 

“Yea, it looks it, Joe” you jabbed, grinning, and that’s when Joe realised. 

The fucking toiletries bag.

The one he’d had since he was eight.

The one his mother had written his name on with black sharpie so he wouldn’t lose it. 

JOE

He could picture it clear as day.

You knew his name because you’d read it on his toiletries bag.

You didn’t know who he was. 

His mother’s handwriting had revealed his name to you, and you didn’t fully understand the wistful little smile that overtook his face for a moment as he frowned at his book a little.

This new knowledge shifted something for him. He could dissect the relief of it all later, if he wanted to. Now, it just made him want to entertain this interaction further.

So he did.

Asked you if he was correct at having missed you at breakfast. Told you he wasn't actually on a business trip, but just there for a short break from the hustle and bustle of the city, of work.

You told him you were there for the same reason, and you swapped similar stories of busy jobs and hectic schedules, of tensed shoulders and worried supervisors who pressured you into trips to the sun, and now, here you were. By the poolside of a nice hotel where they served nice drinks and, would you like a drink? What did you have last night?

“Stop, if anyone needs to get anyone a drink here, it’s me. As a thank you for the jacket and not having me, you know, arrested.”

You got up, were about to wave your card in Joe’s face but found yourself plonking back down onto the lounger.

Weird.

You didn’t feel dizzy at all, but somehow your balance felt off. You went to test it by giving your head a little shake, and then suddenly, the world moved sideways. Gravity pulled at you from the side, making you lean there a little, and then, a lot.

There was lounger where you landed, shoulder first, but there wasn’t enough lounger. After bouncing once, you felt yourself slide.

It somehow felt fine, didn’t make you panic at all, your brain already making sense of it but in all the wrong ways. You didn’t feel so heavy, head all light, and so the thud to the floor wasn’t so bad. It was almost like you floated down there, but then, with your cheek pressed against the warm concrete, everything unexpectedly moved upwards with a rough jerk. Smacked you right in the face and the rest of your body sort of slumped down, hurting your cheekbone and what you thought was your brow bone as your full weight seemed shoved into them.

It hurt.

Not in the same way the cold water of the pool hurt the bones of your feet when you'd sat on the edge of it earlier – this felt worse. Cutting.

Your face was pushed into the ground by your own weight until out of the blue, the concrete moved away from you, and you floated back up. Back the right side up.

There were hands and they pulled, and it hurt your arm, your elbow, your shoulder.

“Did you faint? What the– did you faint? No, you– hang on,”

Hands clambered at you until you were back on soft familiar surface, but everything felt a little sticky. And somehow you were fucking freezing.

“Joe?”

You felt your vocal cords say it, you knew you just said something, but you didn’t hear them. Was your voice not working? Or was it your hearing that had gone?

“You fainted,”

“It’s fine, I don’t– what’s happening, what is…”

“Fucking hell, lay down a second. Legs up too, just, I want you flat– be flat,”

You didn’t move quick enough for Joe’s liking, which Joe realized, of course you fucking didn’t. You just smashed yourself face first into the concrete and your eyebrow was bleeding now. In an attempt to gracefully get your legs up onto the lounger too, Joe nearly flung you off of the whole thing on the other side. Managed to grab you by the side just before you swung too far.

“Hands, hands,” Joe just grabbed them. “Give me your hands.” He was already holding them. “Here, hold the sides for me. I need to move you into the shade.”

And then the whole world moved. A tree came into view as the lounger you were on got dragged across grass. It disoriented you into a dizzy spin that made you forget which way was up for a second, even though you were staring right at up.

In no time, two guys who wore polo shirts with hotel-logo-nametags hovered over you and a lady from three sun loungers over stepped in to tell them to get a first aid kit. Something to clean that gash with. To make the bleeding stop.  

Joe stepped back and let her mother you for a second, told one of the guys who worked at the hotel that you’d gotten up from the sun lounger and then just… fell.  

The lady asked if you’d eaten, and you tried to convince her you were fine and that all of the fuss was a bit much, but then you had to confess that you hadn’t actually eaten and you’d also not slept very well the night before, and the night before that, and, you actually hadn't slept normal in ages, and your shoulders hurt, lower back too, and you’d drank a lot the night before, and, Jesus Christ, you were so fucking cold.  

“Someone get her something to drink, she needs sugar,” 

“And a sandwich maybe? Something to eat?” Joe added, making the other man scurry off.  

There was a moment where the lady and Joe looked at each other and then both looked back at you and you felt so stupidly embarrassed.

“Can I– I want to go back to my room,”  

So you could fester in your own embarrassment by yourself in peace and quiet. Without people staring down at you, and no doubt from all around the pool too with all the commotion that was made.  

“They’re getting you a drink and some food, and you need your eyebrow looked at,” the lady smiled politely at you, using a finger to wipe some of your hair away from getting stuck in the blood there. 

You moved a hand up to touch it, to feel how bad it was, but saw Joe reach an arm out that he quickly snapped away when you halted. You moved it to your mouth instead, to bite at the thumb nail to stop your teeth from chattering.  

You were outside and people were barely wearing any clothes and seemed fine – why were you still freezing?  

“Are you cold?” the woman asked, already looking around for a towel to drape over you. 

“I’m fine,” you lied, and heard Joe huff a laugh. Obviously, you weren’t.  

“Here,” he said, and you saw how he handed over the white hotel towel from his sun lounger. It got carefully placed over your shoulders, and it helped a little, but you just wanted to go upstairs and crawl back into bed. Get under the warm covers and sleep this off.  

The first aid kit arrived, and this random hotel guest in a bathing suit took it from the guy who’d brought it over. She took over completely, cleaned your face with disinfectant and asked for Joe to help her cut a piece of tape to bandage it up. You saw his fingers fumble, shaking a little bit, like he seemed nervous.  

A plated club sandwich and a can of coke arrived. After plenty of “How are you feeling?” and you repeating that you were fine over and over and over in between sips and bites, you were finally asked which room you were staying in, and if you were there with someone.  

You hesitated to answer, afraid that if you said you were alone, they wouldn’t just let you go back to your room. They should, of course they should just let you do whatever, but there were three strangers doting over you all worriedly, and then also a fourth one who, even though you'd gone through everything he brought on this trip, was still technically a stranger too.  

“It’s okay,” Joe then said. “I’ll take her up to her room.”  

And before you could complain about it, he’d slung his towel around his neck, had taken the glass and the plate, then bent sideways and stuck an elbow out for you to loop an arm through.  

It was a little weird to walk into the hotel with Joe. To get into the lifts with Joe. To step into your room with Joe. 

It was a little weirder to say you were going to shower and that you were fine, thank you.  

It was a little weirder when Joe didn’t just accept that and looked at you with worried eyes before he asked if you could shower with the door open, and if he could sit just outside in case the hot water did silly things to your blood pressure. What if you dropped in the shower and no one would be there to stop you from drowning?  

“Drown? It’s a shower.” 

“Place could flood.” Joe shrugged. 

It was weird when you looked at each other a second and you realised he wasn’t going to leave. Wasn’t going to let you shower with the door shut and locked, and so, fine. 

Joe awkwardly stood in the middle of your hotel room, plate and drink still in hand, when you moved the desk chair closer to the bathroom door.  

“I’m sorry, I just, that lady from downstairs will murder me if I don’t make sure you’re okay,”  

You laughed at his excuse and gestured for him to put all he was holding down on the desk.  

“I’ll be quick.” You said, finding a change of clothes to take into the bathroom with you. 

“Please, take your time. Don’t rush.”  

You didn’t rush, but were quick anyway. You now had a man waiting for you to finish a shower and you knew you’d gone through all of his things, but leaving him alone in your hotel room surrounded by all of your things felt invasive.  

The warm water was nice and managed to relax your shoulders a little.  

Not a lot.  

But, you know, all little bits helped. 

“I’m okay,” you called when you shut off the water, hoping maybe Joe would reply, ok great, and maybe leave. He didn’t. Just said, “Good.” and then stayed put.  

When you emerged with wet hair, in soft shorts and a white tank top, Joe smiled at you. His eyes immediately went to the wet bandage that covered your eyebrow still, the tape strong enough to have kept it in place. Good. That was good.

His smile quickly disappeared however, when he saw you rub a hand at your neck, your face displaying a painful grimace. 

“Your jacket,” you pointed and Joe looked. Saw his jacket. Had seen it already. 

He didn’t move to grab it, instead turning back to you. His eyes flicked between your face that displayed painful discomfort and the hand that was squeezing at the flesh of your shoulder now. 

“All right, I’ll leave you alone in a second, but before you tell me you’re fine again, can I… can I just…” Joe held both his hands up. You just looked at them and didn’t move. Joe, in turn, placed both hands on top of your shoulders and frowned at what he felt.  

“Jesus, all right,” Joe turned, looked around the room, eyes darting and brain going at top speeds to put a plan together.   

“Do you mind if I…?”  

Perhaps Joe could start actually finishing his sentences, you thought, although you thought you knew what he meant and shrugged both your shoulders up to your ears.  

“No,” Joe’s eyes grew wide before he tutted at you. “Don’t, that doesn’t help. Come, sit,” 

Joe sat down on the edge of the bed before you did.  

“Face that way,” Joe pointed towards the windows, away from him. You followed instructions without question and felt how he collected your hair into one hand before carefully placing it over a shoulder so it’d be out of the way. 

“You know this isn’t what this is meant to feel like, right?” You could hear the humour carried in his voice. Of course you knew that. You knew you also weren’t meant to bite at your nails until your fingers bled. Weren’t meant to wake up sweating and panting because you’d hallucinated being trapped in a small dark place again.  

You felt the mattress level out behind you as Joe got up and stepped forward. He bent to the side a little, getting his shoulder in front of your face. 

“Here,” he touched himself where he’d touched you just before. “Feel this bit, how you can easily squeeze the soft tissue here?”  

You reached up, hesitated for a moment, but then touched Joe over his linen shirt that had a few buttons done up now, and squeezed where he told you to squeeze. Like it was normal.  

That was… that was all muscle.  

Not as thick and hard as whatever was happening to your shoulders, but these were Joe’s warm muscles you were pressing your fingers into. 

“Now feel yours,” Joe moved back, touched his fingers to where he wanted you to feel, and made you squeeze yourself in the same spot and, yea, okay, that was a big difference.  

“I am also here to relax, but clearly one of us needs it more than the other,” Joe huffed a laugh through his nostrils as he sat down on the bed again behind you and he got back to what he was doing before. 

“I've not gotten a good night's sleep in months,” you revealed as Joe dug thumbs into where it hurt.

Hurt good. 

Hurt so good. 

“You should book a massage,” Joe spoke softly, but kept massaging your shoulders, the bottom of your neck.  

“Hmmh,” you replied, afraid that if you’d say anything else, he’d stop what he was doing.  

Joe kneaded and pushed and squeezed and touched for a while, and you noticed you were starting to have to work really hard at not flopping over. At sitting up right and keeping your eyes open. You repressed yawns and tried to remember to breath properly, but you’d just had a nice shower and you’d barely gotten any sleep before and now you were on your bed in a comfortable outfit and Joe was massaging you with his big hands and maybe you could rest your eyes, for just a second, you know? 

“Here, lay down,” Joe suddenly whispered and without acknowledging how weird it was that Joe just sat outside your bathroom whilst you showered and was now massaging you to sleep in your hotel room, you just laid down. Instantly got comfortable on your stomach leaving enough space for Joe to sit on the side, one knee folded onto the bed and the other dangling down the side still.  

“There’s a– do you feel this?” Joe pushed knuckles exactly where you wanted them. “Huge knot.” 

“Feels nice,” you whispered, breathy and exhausted. 

“I can loosen it up a bit more, but this– you really should get a professional massage,”  

Joe kept working strong fingers and even stronger knuckles into the same spots until you couldn’t even feel it anymore. Just felt numb. Or maybe you were just falling asleep and not stopping yourself from slipping under.  

Joe’s hands never ventured much lower – maybe just a little, but nothing inappropriate. You were only strangers after all. He thought that you knew who he was but then you didn’t and now the playing field was level and, sure, you knew more about him because you’d gone through his whole suitcase, but he was in your hotel room now and you were falling asleep under his touch.

Fell asleep under his touch. 

You woke up in an empty hotel room hours later, covered by the folded-over other half of the duvet you were lying on top of.  

You felt… well rested. Only a little disoriented. A little thirsty. Nothing crazy. 

The last thing you remembered feeling was Joe’s fingers trailing from your shoulders down your arms and back up again and you felt a little sad that he wasn’t there anymore.   

It was still light out, but the sun was setting and it felt like the whole day had passed you by today. You stretched, body feeling looser. Better. Joe was right though, you needed to book a massage. Maybe two. Or three.  

When you looked over and saw Joe’s jacket still there, slung over the back of the chair that was now back in its spot behind the desk, you couldn’t help the huff of laughter that escaped you. He could’ve taken that – should have taken that, and yet… 

Yea, the day had been weird.

Had been weird from the start.

The weird night's sleep, Joe's toiletries bag, the wound above your eye, the empty coke can on the desk, the massage that had put you to sleep for several uninterrupted hours, and, Joe's jacket.

Weird.

And then room service was weird.

And watching the sunset from your balcony was weird.

Then trying to get back into bed for actual nighttime sleep was weird.

All of it, just... weird.

Room 907.

You'd said you would return the jacket today.

And then he'd been in your room and he'd stayed with you until you'd fallen asleep and then he hadn't taken it.

Joe's jacket was still in your hotel room.

Weird.

You tried ignoring it. Tried to watch TV. Scrolled on your phone. Thought of taking a long bath, maybe.

But that stupid jacket. It kept calling your attention from across the room.

Even after turning off all the lights and tossing and turning for about an hour, you could still feel it there. Taunting. Whispering dares.

Bring me to his hotel room.

Take me there.

Come on.

And...

Fuck.

All right.

You sat up in bed, flicked on a light and squinted both eyes at the sudden brightness.

There it was, still in the same spot. Joe's jacket.

“Fine. You win.” you told no one and slung your legs out of bed, grumbling with annoyance as you took the jacket from the chair and found your hotel room key on the side.

Room 907.

The hotel was quiet as you took the lift down two floors and found Joe's room quick enough.

You stalled a second, unsure if you should knock, but then thought, fuck it. You were there now, jacket in hand, and you'd said you'd bring it back today. You knocked softly, then waited and listened. Nothing. Just to be safe, you knocked again, and then heard the soft click of a light switch. You ignored how that made your heart thunder in your throat.

It didn't take long for the door to open. When you saw Joe's tired face, you immediately knew you'd made a mistake.

You should've waited 'til the next morning. This wasn't a cool move.

“Your jacket,” you felt so dumb. Looked so dumb.

But then you caught sight of the smallest of smiles as Joe took it from you, holding the door wide open as he did.

A beat of silence followed where you hoped Joe'd say thanks, so you could tell him thank you for letting you borrow it in return.

The thanks never came.

Instead Joe stepped aside, door still wide open, and gave a tiny backwards nod that welcomed you inside, followed by a quiet whisper.

“Come on.”

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The Wrong Robin AU Posts

The Master Post

The Wrong Robin AU:

Tim Drake saw Danny do a quadruple somersault, which resulted in him believing Danny was the first Robin for years. He still figured out Bruce but thinks Dick is in the dark. Now with the second Robin dead, and Batman quickly reaching the end of his sanity, Tim takes it upon himself to get Robin to come back.

Danny is very confused when this random kid tries to blackmail him into becoming Robin.

Ao3

Art!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven(to be written).

[siddyyyyyyyy]

University Romance

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish x female!Reader

part three; two, one

wc: ~3k

summary: You and Johnny are two professors at a university, and he often catches you working late in your office. Also, you're just really good friends and there's probably more to it.

warnings: none, no y/n used, 'crazy' chemistry professor Soap, Johnny and Reader are about the same age, the name of the university is fictional

a/n: this is probably the most cheesy and frustrating part of them all. Have fun!

Redcrest High Acedamy, Friday 12:30 PM

»Dad wants to grill tomorrow. Some relatives are joining too.«

Johnny is thrown out of his thoughts, not having seen you approach him. He puts his empty food tray away and processes your words, finally looking at you.

»Oh, nice... and I'm invited, I guess?« You huff at his question, crossing your arms at him.

»I wouldn't tell you if you weren't.«

He nods again at your words, pretending to have been sarcastic about it.

»Right, right... I'll also be there tomorrow. Just text me when.« You stop walking at his words, expecting something more from him. He also stops, looking at you confused.

»We'll go shopping before that. Together.« You clarify, making him feel dumbfounded. Of course you'd need to go shopping together. How was he this stupid to miss out on that? Seriously.

»Oh, right. Yeah, right... um, when's that?« He asks this time and rubs the back of his neck, probably trying to come as casual as possible in front of you. In reality, Johnny is experiencing five stages of grief in his mind. Grilling with you and some relatives, also going grocery shopping with you before that? There's absolutly no reason for him to try and create another personality just for that occasion at all.

From the day he got to know your father, he also found out about the so-called relatives. All very close friends from your father that had a history in the military or CIA. He knew he was doomed. Not exactly knowing why, but he is sure everyone would be at least a little spooked by your family once they hear about their professions.

Eventually, you decided to go straight to the shopping mall after the last lecture. It was a little over seven in the evening once you arrived in the grocery store; it had the perfect temperature for a nice walk. Finally, you are inside the store and can start following the list your father sent you this morning.

Going around the aisles, you made Johnny carry the basket while putting the items into it. It's mostly him following you around and inspecting the grocery store at the same time. Once you get to the meat section, he can't help but make a joke.

»Oh, I know bigger meat than that.« You pause at his comment, keeping the pack of raw ribs in your hand, and look to him beside you, puzzled.

»...Those are ribs, Johnny. What do you mean?«

By the dumb smirk on his face, it's not clear if he is more amused by your confusion or his own joke. He tries again, taking a subtle step closer to you.

»You know, the-«

»Soap? Miss Price?!«

Another voice from behind you luckily interrupts you both, making you glance behind your shoulders. The rather annoying voice is instantly recognised by Johnny; you are having some trouble with it, however. But judging from the way the younger man had used the nickname his students gave Johnny, it's not hard to put the pieces together.

»Carl...« Your colleague sighs out, his shoulders slumping down as he looks to his student. Of course, you had thought about possible students spotting you in the grocery store, but you've also never thought there would be actual students of your university in here.

»What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be doing the assignment I gave you?«

Johnny continues in a more firm tone, but Carl is definitely not fazed by it, instead looking between the two of you briefly. It must be weird for him to see his professors at a grocery store, only having seen them in the university. They have a life outside of that building?

»Yeah, but I also have to take care of my groceries. I'm also an adult, you know?« Carl counters back easily, his eyes fleeting to the basket Johnny is holding and at the ribs in your hand, briefly.

»Oh, are you preparing for the grill party you talked about?«

Now this makes you look to Johnny with a rather scolding look, having thought he stopped talking about you in his lessons. Johnny scoffs as he senses your look, really needing to get out of this situation. He eventually shakes his head and tries to say something appropriate, even when he wants to curse his student out and make him fail all his classes.

»Carl— really bad moment. Do you really want more trouble? You already failed that experiment and almost caused a fire, I would just walk away in your position.«

Finally, Carl nods and looks sheepishly to the ground. A brief moment of silence goes by before he speaks up, more quieter this time.

»There are steaks in sale in the last row... Just so you know.«

He mumbles before finally stepping off and possibly making his way out of the store. However, very unfortunate for Johnny, you are still there and clearly bemused by the situation.

»I thought you stopped talking about me in your classes. We talked about this.« You put the pack of ribs with less gentleness into the basket, huffing out slightly.

»Look, I know... this, well...I really just told them about a grillparty. I never said your name or anything.«

Johnny is trying his hardest to not make you any more annoyed by him, being angry towards his poor student now. He hovers his hand by the small of your back, subtly guiding you around the store to try and keep you close, at least.

»I really, really didn't say anything about you. I promise you, I just said, 'I'm going to a grill party this weekend, don't expect me to grade all your stuff 'til Monday.' That's literally all I said, and the boom-box just had to be noisy.«

He rambles out while you keep your eyes on the grocery list in your phone, not being able to actually be upset for long. He is practically using the beat up puppy look on you now, which is why you won't look at him. After a few silent seconds, you relent by rolling your eyes and exhaling softly.

»Just tell your 'boom-box' to stop being so noisy and loud. And, for the love of God, stop talking about your private life in your lectures.«

Johnny smiles relieved and finally puts his hand on your back properly while guiding you to the last row. He apologises again and keeps closer to you this time, as if afraid you would change your mind if he went away for a minute.

In the end, you brought all the necessary stuff from the grocery list your dad wrote, standing by the cashier now. The elder lady scans the products while you go through the list one last time, noticing you're missing an item.

»Oh, Johnny, could you grab some mushrooms, please?«

He nods and eventually lets you sort the scanned items into the basket for now, making his way to get mushrooms. While he is away, the cashier smiles warmly at you and finally speaks up.

»You guys are lovely! I love seeing fine gentlemen like your husband; I really wish my son was as nice as your husband, he really needs someone to settle down with. But I am really happy you have such a man like your husband, there needs to be more men like these.«

Before you could respond to her ramble, Johnny was already back with the mushrooms you sent him to get, taking back the basket from you and continuing to sort the items into it like before. He is oblivious to your flusterness from the lady's words. Johnny, the fine gentleman he is, ends up paying for the groceries and carries them back to his car with you.

While driving you back to your place, he can't help but notice how quiet you've become. Did you change your mind and are still upset about him and Carl? Should he actually let his student fail at his class?

He decides to not address it for now, hoping he is just overthinking again and shouldn't even think in the first place.

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House of your Dad, Saturday 2:16 PM

The time you should all meet was 2:15 PM, however, Johnny is one minute late. He is also the earliest one. Always has been by far.

You're preparing the stuff for the grill in the kitchen with your dad, hearing the door ring. John, your father, makes his way to greet the first guest, already assuming it's that chemistry freak of yours.

And after opening the door, he's greeted with Johnny McTavish, in his flesh. They greet each other as usual, a strong bear hug, followed with the usual small talk they have as they're catching up.

They finally arrive in the kitchen, helping you out with getting the ingredients ready. Both John's are now setting up the grill, while you get to greet the other guests; Laswell with her wife arriving at second.

Nikolai, or as you call him, Uncle Nikolai, arrives almost right after the pair and gives you a warm hug as well. He settles on helping on the grill while catching up, a cup of a sweet drink in his hand. Lastly, Frank arrives, or as Price usually calls him by his nickname, 'Woods'. Or Uncle Woods, for most of the time, for you.

The names really are bizarre, but you've stopped questioning them after the third time of asking as a kid. Seriously, Woods? Like, the one's in the forest? Price? Like, the tags on stuff? What kind of names are those?

Besides the funny names, all these close friends of your father were and always are nice to you. Even with their obscure, horrifying, and action-filled stories that they carry around, these are always people you can trust and feel loved by.

Laswell takes you out of your thoughts, as you're all sitting at the table in the backyard, while the others are standing by the grill with a few drinks in hand and making sure everything is nicely cooked.

»How's work, sweetie?«

As always she smiles kindly at you and waits for your answer, her wife sitting beside her as she also waits for your answer. You three mostly talk about the typical stuff, getting into small talk before Laswell gets to tell you a story from probably a few years ago, when she still worked with your dad together before retiring.

»... But Nikolai didn't know and thought he just fell out, informing John, and he almost lost his mind! Imagine; your father stressed, while following the vehicle that I was taken hostage in; finding out his sergeant fell out of the helicopter. Insane, right? But luckily, they rescued me and nothing bad happened.«

You listen to the story as your aunt laughs lightly, finding some kind of humour in that horrifying 'story'. It was clear that your father and his friends had a broken humour, hardened by all the things they saw, but it always manages to amaze you.

»He did have his safety-rope on, right? Nothing happened?«

You ask, wanting to hear her clarify that again, and they aren't laughing about somethig tragic now. Nikolai joins by, sitting down on the chair beside you.

»Oh, he did, he did... He was as fine as a cucumber.« He answers your question with a soft chuckle, seeing the rather worried look on your face before you relax again.

Soon Johnny is placing the grilled meat and sausages on the table, your father joining at the table with more sweet drinks and glasses. Woods also joins eventually, sitting down with a small grunt besides your dad. Everyone is settled, getting some salads on your plate and the grilled goods, enjoying the light atmosphere as some R&B playlist is softly playing in the background.

»When are you getting married, son?« Nikolai nudges Johnny lightly and waits for his answer. Of course, the most dreaded question on the table comes on. Johnny just shrugs, trying to answer casually and shrug it off as best as possible.

»When my students will stop giving me grey hair.«

Uncle Woods barks out a laugh at the opposite of the table, looking to him. »Don't. You'll wait until retirement if you keep that up.«

»When I was your age...« John, your father starts, not meaning to sound like a total boomer but still gets interrupted by Laswell.

»Yeah, you were almost working yourself to the bone at his age and locked up one of the most wanted terorrists. Don't start talking.«

She scolds lightly, taking a sip of her drink while Johnny sulks secretly beside you. Your aunt didn't mean to sound mean or as if Johnny didn't achieve anything in his life, but it still makes him stare at his plate full of regret for a brief moment.

The evening goes by with fun chats and more unbelievable stories from the time from their military time, eventually sitting contentedly at the big table. The sun is lower on the sky now, making up for a casual orange tint across the backyard. After talking some more, you decided to clean up the table together, Nikolai helping you while doing so. Johnny tried to help out as well, but got held back by Price, letting him sit at the table for now, while you and Uncle Nik are preparing to put the cakes out and get some warm drinks.

»Now, son... I've got a mission for you.«

Price starts in a low tone, turning to face him better and make sure the message comes across. Woods leans his forearms on the table in front of him, also looking seriously to the oblivious chemist.

»If you won't make a move on my daughter, I will force you. We already talked about this, you know? Either now, or never.«

Woods joins on it, speaking up while putting his most serious and threatening expression on. »Damn right. And keep in mind; Price doesn't let anoyone get this close to his daughter. You are lucky we even like you.«

Johnny gulps as he hears these men talk to him like this, feeling his own body tense as they size him up him. »Just promise me to finally grow a pair and ask her out.«

Your dad doesn't say anything more and awaits his response. Laswell and her wife can't help but crack a small smile at the whole interrogation act they pull on him, but not interrupting for now. Finally, Johnny answers with a calm tone. At least he hopes he comes off as calm.

»I will, Mister Price. I'll... I will do it soon.«

After his response, the go back to being normal like before and seem satisfied with him for now.

»You know, it took me one year to take up my courage and speak to my wife. Don't be so hard on yourself.«

Price waves her comment off dismissively, looking to Lawell now. »You're lesbian, Kate. That's different.«

The table resonates with laughter once you walk into the backyard with Nik, a simple cake in hand while your uncle carries the few cups in for some coffee and tea. You're oblivious to what they were discussing just now, seeing them all laugh and have a good time.

You set down the cake in the middle and cut it into eight pieces while Nik and Woods are pouring warm coffee and tea into the cups, handing it around the table. The sun is slowly sinking on the sky, creating a more calming atmosphere as it's getting a little chilly out. Eventually, you're sitting beside Johnny again, eating a pieece of cake while chatting with the rest.

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House of your Dad, 8:07 PM

After some longer while it's time to say goodbye, finally cutting the chemist some slack. As your dad guides everyone out, you and Johnny are cleaning up the table in the backyard before loading the dishwasher in the kitchen together. As you're at the last few dishes, Johnny takes up his courage.

You're washing your hands by the sink as he steps closer beside you and lean against the counter while looking to you.

»I've been thinking about this for a while now, and... do you want to go out some time? Like... in the new restaurant by my place?«

As you're drying your hands, you look to him too and nod without hesitating or thinking too much about it. You two have been talking about that restaurant before, having planned to go there for a while.

»Sure, we could go there sometime. I won't mind.«

Johnny smiles, feeling his heart stutter in his chest at your words. He can't believe this is real, you agreed so easily to it.

»Really?«

He asks, trying his best to keep cool and not totally freak out from the surge of excitement he feels right now. Finally, it has been so easy all the time, and he was too afraid to actually ask you out. He could jump out of happiness.

»Yeah, we're just hanging out, right? I'm sure I'll have some time for that.«

You ask and watch him, waiting for his answer. He, on the other hand, freezes at your question. Did he really need to mess up this badly?

»Uh... sure. We'll just hang out. And stuff.« He manages to answer, gripping the counter for dear life he is leaning on. You notice the way he seems pained, but your dad walks in, checking in to see if you both need some more help. Eventually, you three guide Johnny out and watch him drive off to his own home finally.

»I would marry him if I were you.« Price pats your shoulder before he enters the house again, leaving you on your own at the porch. ...what?

a/n: this is very frustrating, but I promise you, the next part will be longer and better. Hope you ennjoyed it!

and yes, the black ops and helicopter mission reference is real

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martinsharmony replied to your post “Another tidbit from Rob Wilkins at Ineffable Con…”

!!! I did not know that David would not let go! WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS

@martinsharmony I don't think any of us knew! At least not besides the folks who attended Ineffable Con last year. I don't remember this ever being mentioned after the event, and I'm floored at how it somehow didn't come out until now.

And now I can't help thinking of what else we don't know about the kiss, even though so much of what we do know and have heard has already painted an incredible picture. This new information also has me thinking of Michael's comments on The Assembly with a fresh perspective...

That maybe the reason Michael and David didn't talk about it beforehand was because there was so much emotion involved. Because they both knew exactly what to do to bring what was needed to that kiss, without saying a word. And that the reason they don't talk about it now is because they both already know exactly what it meant, to the characters and to themselves.

For my part, I would've thought for certain that it would be Michael who couldn't let go. But David. David is like the dark horse that no one ever saw coming...and yet somehow this feels so much like him, like what we have seen before with David more often expressing himself through actions than words. David, who very possibly knows too well what it's like to have such powerful feelings pent up for so long, feelings that he could only pour out into one beautiful, sorrowful, perfectly imperfect kiss.

And that also makes me think of something else David said about the kiss, about the most difficult part being other people's awkwardness. The kiss kept going and going, and David wouldn't let go, and maybe that's what others were seeing. The reason why he wouldn't let go. That there was something so deeply intimate happening between him and Michael--beyond the physical--and in that moment, there was no hiding it or disguising it or playing it off as a joke. Maybe David wouldn't let go because somewhere along the way, he stopped acting and started being, just the same way that Michael did five years ago with Aziraphale.

So yes, I am very much blown away by what we've learned today, almost exactly a year after seeing the kiss in GO 2. I can only imagine what we'll continue to find out in the weeks, months, and years ahead...