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d0g-water · 1 month ago

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OMG WTH that fic you posted with rubius included was AMAZING !!

Can we maybe get a part two with reader meeting rubius in person during an event she went to with alex, and getting swooped away to a room with him where he performs unholy things on her while alex is distracted?

this is not necessarily cheating! Maybe alex and reader are opening their walls in their relationship and have been trying out new things to spice shit up in the bedroom!!

Like the other anon said, if this is too much for you to write i understand as well!!!

Also your writing is so super amazing!!!

THANK YOU MY LOVE!! like i said before, your wish is my command!!!! heheeheh

btw pretend they're speaking spanish because i'm not making you guys translate everything (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

another lame fortnite event in madrid! of course, you have to go with him because everyone wants to meet you. they all already know what you look like, so you don't understand why they want to hang out with you, despite not really wanting to be on the internet or around huge people.

they're really looking forward to meeting you, and alex already promised that you'll travel with him no matter how far or how busy... you two will be spending quality time together, wether it was far from home or trying disgusting american food in his car.

you don't regret flying to spain with him, it's a gorgeous country... and you had alex by your side, making it even better.

there was one thing though,

meeting rubius.

the guy that listened to you get eaten out during your first ever conversation with him, you were going to meet him.

you had a feeling he hates you for it. he never spoke to you after that day... your name left his tongue as well.

it was really scary, whatever you'd tell him about that incident was just excuses after excuses. he definitely wouldn't want to hear it, he's under the impression that you're unabashed. that you're a slut. that you're trying to keep alexis all to yourself..

it is what it is, though.

even if he's the host of this event, you shouldn't think about him.

you're here for alex and alex only.

as you stood by alexis, he was chatting away and leaving you in the dust. you've met everyone, and you're too shy to approach absolutely anyone. these people are known by millions of people, constantly having the inability to get through a whole day without being stopped by fans or recognized.

you felt really out of place.

before you could think about it, somebody knew it.

somebody knew you didn't belong there.

you let out a small yelp, feeling a strong force on your body. the collar of your shirt was pulled, and your body was thrown into a whole different room... an empty one. a room where there was only a small couch. this must've been the break room or something..

your eyes look back to see who took you here. you didn't know anybody here. from your intuition, you felt it was a man about to harm you.

what would you tell alexis? would it be your fault for not defending yourself? or protecting yourself? knowing you're somewhere you're unfamiliar with, you still weren't prepared?

it didn't matter.

you weren't prepared in the slightest, you weren't prepared for the swarm of emotions that're going to surround you when you see ruben standing behind you,

with the door locked. just him. and you. alone...

your boyfriend far outside the door, not having any idea where you two are.

his gaze let you know that he had just got what he wanted, his mingy smile making you brittle. you can't read him, and you haven't been able to since the start.

he hates you, doesn't he? what is he going to do to you?

your head was pouring with anxious thoughts, each one got worse and worse. you began to sweat, letting fear take over completely as he shifted closer to you.

it felt as if he can hear what your internal voice is saying.

you couldn't bother to think any more...

his intentions were unpredictable, but something tells you that it has nothing to do with hurting you.

his expression softens, guess he noticed how scared you were, but it didn't change the fact that he isolated you two in a room where nobody entered.

his hands cup your cheeks, and oh god, it felt wrong...

this was your boyfriend's close friend. the same guy has a girlfriend of seven years. you had only started dating alexis not even six months ago...

but you couldn't find yourself to care?

if anything, maybe this could finally answer the question you two have had for so long: can another person have sex with you?

ruben is staring right at your lips, his hands lowering to hold your shoulders as you feel your back get cold. he asks you a question that awakens something in you, "did he eat you right?"

you couldn't answer him, all you could do was sigh and tilt your head back. it wasn't that he was bad, it's just that you didn't know how to answer the question. if you said no, would he tell him and ruin the relationship? if you said yes, would he leave you here neglected?

his lips kiss your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. your grip instantly on the sleeves of his oversized shirt, short gasps escaping your mouth- ruben's like a butterfly on your collar, his kisses are long and all over the place. he's leaving no patch of skin spurned.

his large hand squeezed your hip and his tongue is in your mouth, these sensations from a whole new person are exciting you. ruben has always been pretty, and his voice is what made him so much more desirable.

you never thought a moment like this would happen. especially right now. and you are not wasting it.

it was a perfect day to wear a skirt, maybe it was what urged him to do this. his fingers swirled their way to the inner corners of your thighs, and you hear him curse into the kiss.. he's getting impatient?

there weren't any shorts underneath it either, so his tug on your underwear was relentless.

you laid on the random couch with your legs laced around ruben's arms, his sucks on your clit making you squirm- you moan as quiet as you can. no one should hear you. this was going to be hard to explain...

"ruben, fuck..." you whisper, but it felt like it wasn't enough. he's so good at this, maybe cause he's far more experienced than alexis and probably does this to his girlfriend most of the time. you couldn't help but crave for more, knowing there's more that he can do.

the way he eats is a lot more sensational, he touched the spots that're always overlooked.. and he really likes the way you taste. he dives farther in, every single droplet of you relished by him.

he wanted to continue, but he couldn't. he eventually stopped, letting go of your legs, hovering his body over yours..

"you wanna cum, y/n?" he asks, undressing your top carefully.

he's casting a dangerous spell on you, but you don't mind it in the slightest. you let him set your tits free, answering his question, "yes, ruben."

you hear some slight clanking when his hands disappear from your vision, must've been from his belt. you were kind of running out of patience, you wanted his cock inside you now,

but he did the opposite.

you felt his large dick fit between your wet folds, and him leaning into your chest to treat himself with your nipple.

your hands grasp onto the cushions of the couch, his hips gently rocking against your pussy- loud slick sounds echoing around the room, hidden by the loud crowd outside.

"oh god- ah, ruben..." your whine eggs him to keep going, but much better than before.

he grunts at how wet you are on his cock, voice muffling out "you're beautiful.", especially when his tip is swallowed by that lubricious pussy of yours.

fuck, he grinds so good. it was all for one person at first, but now, you're lucky enough to know how fucking amazing he is at this.

your breast is covered in saliva, and now he's leaving splotches around your chest. he's bringing you closer.. you're not sure if he's doing this to tease you, earlier you revealed to him how fragile you are.. how easy it is turn you on.

as stated earlier, you can't read him.

he lets out the hottest groan you've ever heard when he cums, decorating your pelvis with his nut. a part of you really wishes he came inside, but you'll take what you can get.

he lets you cum tonight, on his fingers.

they're long and skinny, like alex's, but his arms never got tired... even at the quick pace he was going when they were inside of you.

he jabbed at your cervix until you couldn't take it anymore, giving you the hardest orgasm you've had in a while. there was almost a mess of cum, and from the looks of it, he was proud.

you heard him speak quietly, "pobrecita."

you didn't know what to tell alex. you didn't know how to tell him...

he was going to be really mad that you were doing something you weren't supposed to do with his friend.

you felt guilty and ashamed... you knew it was going to eat you alive if you hid this from him.

you shouldn't have done this to begin with...

as the three of you hung out together,, you were the only one feeling tensed. you didn't know that ruben and alex didn't feel the way you do.

it was a surprise, when alexis asked you if you liked how ruben did you.

saying yes felt wrong, but...

"if you did, when are the three of us doing it?" alexis asked.

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help i dunno what to tag ;-;

#quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity drabble #quackity smut #quackity fanfic #rubius x reader

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writemoment · 5 years ago

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Sort Things Out

Writer: Ellie-Mae (Pen Name)

Part: 1/1

Summary: Y/n's nervous about transferring to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny. What house will she be sorted into and will she make any friends? Soon she meets the Baudelaire siblings and things begin to sort themselves out.

Pairing: Ravenclaw Klaus Baudelaire x Ravenclaw!Reader

Warnings/Rated: WWoHP x ASOUE crossover, fluff and a little bit of anxiety. Overall wholesome fluff

Word Count: 3,128

A/N: Ah, It’s been such a long time!! Glad to be back and having internet! This is something I worked on eight (plus) months ago. Hope you enjoy! - Ellie-Mae

( Reader ) P.O.V.

Everything is so different.

Back at Ilvermorny, I at least knew people to help me settle my nerves. Now I'm on my own, searching the compartments on the Hogwarts Express for a spot to settle. It would be different if it were my first year, but it's my fourth. Not only that but I didn't even live on this continent until two months ago. I had been so upset at the prospect of halting my magical studies because of a big move. Then my professor mentioned Hogwarts and helped me transfer over. Though I know it's irrational, I'm still so shaken by the new experience of it all.

Finally finding an empty car, I sink down into the plush cushions with a sigh of relief. My nerves are still boiling beneath the surface, worries persistent. I push it to the back of my mind as I rummage through my book-bag to pull out the history of Hogwarts and read.

I must have gotten sucked into the material because I almost jump out of my skin when the door slides open. Clutching the hardback to my chest, as if that would protect my beating heart, I must look frantic and wide eyed.

"Sorry to startle you," the girl apologizes. Her hair is long and brown. I notice her locks are pushed back with a red and gold headband. Standing behind her is a boy with wire-rim glasses. His expression is of a curious gaze that I don't quite understand. I also spot his blue and silver tie, stripped in the same way as the girl's head accessory.

Shaking my head, I attempt to speak without stumbling. "No- don't be sorry! I just...wasn't paying attention." They both shuffle to the seats across from me after closing the door.

"I'm Violet Baudelaire," the girl introduces, "and this is my brother Klaus." The boy smiles at me shyly and I catch myself mirroring his actions. After introducing myself, Violet asks, "I haven't seen you around before. What house do you belong to?"

"I'm not sorted into a house at Hogwarts yet. I just moved here from America. Back at Ilvermorny I was a Pukwudgie, but I'm sure that doesn't mean anything here." I explain with a gentle, awkward smile. "What houses do you reside in?"

"violet is a Gryffindor and I'm a Ravenclaw," Klaus tells me, speaking up for the first time. "I've heard of Pukwudgies in my studies of magical creatures," he says with fascination. "They're said to be fiercely independent."

Nodding, I say, "That they are. The house best represents the hearts of wizards and witches. It also favors a lot of wonderful healers." The Baudelaire's seem intrigued by this. "What do your houses represent at Hogwarts?"

Klaus explains that Ravenclaw are eager to learn and expand their wisdom. Violet tells of daring, brave witches and wizards from Gryffindor filled with chivalry and bravery alike. There's also the loyal and kind Hufflepuff. "The last is Slytherin, the cunning lads they are." Klaus finishes.

The three of us speak and share a few laughs on our journey to the school. However, the closer we were to arriving, the quieter I became. "It's okay to be anxious, Y/n. You're going to fit in just fine, I can tell."

"I know you're right, Violet. I keep trying to remind myself that worrying means you suffer twice. It's always been a comforting thought." I tell them, inhaling deeply.

"Wise words from professor Scamander," Klaus says with admiration in his tone. It brings a smile to my face with an ease I was grateful for. "Besides, you've successfully made friends with us and we will help you through this."

There kindness relieves some of the pressure that has built up inside my stomach. As we pull up to the platform outside of Hogwarts, I say goodbye to my new friends as I join the first years- like instructed. I'm tall over their heads, which makes me stick out like sore thumb. There's a throb in my shoulder from a dull ache caused by being so tense. My lips are pulled taut as I force a smile at the younger curious eyes that linger on me.

Suddenly, a large man appears and gestures us to follow him on his way toward the castle. He says his name is Rubius Hagrid. His dark brown eyes peek at me through thick brows and he smiles kindly. With all first years gaze now focused on him, I no longer feel so different or alone.

The school grounds are extraordinary and it's difficult to take it all in. Finally, we are lead to the great hall where we patiently wait for Professor McGonagall to explain what's to come next. After the houses are explained, we crowed together as we await our names to be called from a long scroll of parchment.

One by one, all the first years get the sorting hat placed atop their heads before joining their proper tables. Then, last but not least, my turn arrives.

"We have a rarity with us tonight. A fourth year witch from America will now be sorted into her Hogwarts house." McGonagall's voice roams across the great hall, effectively silencing the whispers.

The professor steps forward, placing the old tattered hat upon my head. The sorting hat speaks through my different qualities, a simple voice in my head, as my eyes scan the tables of students. All eyes are watching me with anticipation...

Ah, you're a courageous one I see. Very good at standing up for what you believe to be right. You're also intelligent, very knowledgeable. Though, you do have a streak for mischief and adventure. Loyalty is a virtue that you seek in all you meet, indeed.

My eyes land on Klaus sitting in the middle-right of the Ravenclaw table. He watches me with bright eyes and a corner of his mouth is pulled in between his teeth as if he were nervous.

What a gift it is to find and observe. I know just where to put you....

"RAVENCLAW!"

Cheers erupt from the table as I make my way over. I sit a little ways away from Klaus as I'm greeted with smiles and congratulations. I look up at him and grin excitedly. I'm relieved to see him doing the same. This- yes, this is my new home.

*****

I didn't get much time to speak with Klaus after dinner. Violet came over to give me an excited squeeze before rushing away with her friends on their way to the Gryffindor common room. Then the prefect led the new students, which included me, to the astronomy tower. That's where the Ravenclaw common room resided.

After the anxious excitement of the day, I was more than happy to climb underneath the comforter and melt into the mattress. My eyes wandered over to my new school robes and blue/silver striped scarf at the end of my bed. I felt warm and content as I drifted to sleep.

The morning leaked through the windows as I dressed for the day. My clothes are accented with my house colors and my robes adorned with the Ravenclaw crest- matching the rest of my housemates. Some of the other students were already out of bed and roaming the common room while interacting with the other mates. With a final glance at my appearance, I descended the stairs.

The room is bursting with excited chatter and bustling students getting ready for the first day of classes. I scan the area and find Klaus entering from the boys staircase. "Good morning, Klaus!" I greet with enthusiasm.

"Morning, Y/n! How are you?" He asks, glancing at my new robes.

I tell him I'm doing just fine before launching into a discussion about classes. He tells me about the ones we share and says I even have a few in common with Violet. My excitement is basically bursting out of me at this point. How could it not be? Even as the day progresses and I make acquaintances with my fellow classmates, I remain with the Baudelaires. Though, in the end, Klaus and I spend the most time together.

I can't say for sure what it is but the interaction between us has become comfortable, although at times shy. It differs from our first encounter and I'm not quite certain as to why. The very idea of it makes my pulse race and my mind tick with curiosity. By the second week, I seem to catch myself seeking him out and finding relief at his witty smirks. As much as I adore my studies, I spend my free time letting Violet and Klaus entertain my interest with more knowledge about their lives. I especially love stories of their youngest sister, Sunny.

"I can tell she would like you, Y/n. As would our parents." Violet says with certainty. It fills my chest with an unexpected warmth, sending a toothy grin to stretch my cheeks. I was never really close to many, if anyone, at Ilvermorny. I never expected to feel such emotions or experience these things when coming to Hogwarts...

I glance up at Klaus and catch his gaze already trained on me. A light pink highlights his cheeks as he quickly adverts his eyes. All of this combined sends flutters through my abdomen and tingles across my skin. My involuntary reaction leaves my hands clammy and my mind racing.

Trust me, I've liked guys before but it was always a one-sided infatuation. An unrequited interest. I'm not sure how one would go about sharing that adoration, nevertheless if Klaus' behavior should be perceived as such. But if I can be certain of one thing it's that feelings change. They're unreliable and that, to be painfully honest, scares the life out of me.

I'm knocked back to reality as Hagrid approaches us with a greeting,"Hello there- Violet, Y/n and Klaus. What is it you're up to?" He towers over us and I've come to really adore the gatekeeper over the past weeks.

"Hello, Hagrid. We're just sharing memories and stories. And yourself?" I say, welcoming the interruption. Hopefully my thoughts don't leak out of me and plaster themselves across my face, tone or body language.

Hagrid bursts with a throaty chuckle, shrugging. "I was doing an errand for McGonagall when I spotted you lot. You all remind me of a group of three that used to roam these halls...Done a lot of good, they have."

His words have the feeling of dozens of memories flooding through them. Despite any explanation, I felt proud to be in the resemblance. By the way Violet straightens her back and Klaus pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, I can tell I'm not the only one.

"Say... I have some business to attend to in Diagon Alley this weekend, if you all would like to accompany me." Hagrid offers, seeming pleased with his idea.

Klaus and I accept but Violet declines. "I made other plans but you go enjoy yourselves." She says with a smile and a sly wink at her brother. I roll my eyes with a smirk before looking away, but not before I see a crimson blush dust Klaus' face. He's ridiculously cute when he's flustered. It's so different from his poised and logical side.

"Very well. I'll see you both at the front gates tomorrow." With our plans set and ready, Hagrid hurries away to finish his tasks. Left behind is our small gang of two flushed faces and a knowing look.

***

My fingers rake through the front of my hair, parting the strands to rest more on one side. The early rays of sun reflect off the mirror and illuminates my face, causing the corners of my eyes to wrinkle. Am I overthinking? I don't want to look like a fool. Maybe I'm trying too hard...

Shaking my head, I attempt to silence my sporadic thoughts. The Baudelaires have yet to see me in any casual clothing since we spend our days in uniforms. I want to be comfortable while looking nice. My pointless worries seem endless.

Finally deciding to just go with it, I make my way to the common room. Standing in the almost-vacant room is Klaus with a collared sweater and dark jeans. He must hear me approaching because his eyes snap to me before widening.

Klaus stands there for a moment, looking me over. His gaze leave goosebumps rising on my flesh and I shift at the sensation. I'm suddenly so very nervous and feeling self-conscious. "How do I look?" I ask, breaking the silence and his trance.

His mouth falls open and closed, struggling to find words. I've never seen him at a loss for conversation. "Different. Which is good. Not that you didn't look good before- I mean, you do! You did..." As his voice trails off and he nervously fidgets, I smile at him kindly.

"Thank you, Klaus."

Together we walk to meet Hagrid with an almost palpable nervousness between us. My feelings are pounding in my ears and I faintly recall trading a greeting with Hagrid before we're on our way to London. Once we arrive, things become a bit more relaxed as we wonder around with the gatekeeper. He and Klaus even begin an in-depth conversation on the studies of magical creatures. I watch the enthusiasm take over Klaus, animating his entire being. It makes me appreciate the raw form of him and I adore that.

Eventually, Hagrid has some strict Hogwarts matters to attend to and leaves after agreeing to meet up in a few hours. I smile at Klaus and he returns the gesture. "Do you want to, perhaps, grab some butterbeer?" Klaus asks.

Nodding in agreement, we weave our way through the crowds. However, the alley is thick with bodies rushing past and I lose my companion. "Klaus?" I call but I can't hear over the busy mixed with chatter. Panic starts to set in as I blindly push through with my arms out in front of me.

I don't know this area. I don't even know how to go about getting back to the castle if I were to lose them! Bodies slip past my fingers and I begin to feel sick. That's when I feel the warmth of another’s hand encasing mine. My instinct is to pull away but the grip is firm. Looking up, I see the familiar glasses protruding behind equally familiar ears. I tighten my fingers as I hold onto Klaus. He pulls me through and into the Leaky Cauldron.

The establishment isn't too crowded, which I'm immediately thankful for. Klaus is standing in front of me, hand still in my own and the other placed where my neck meets my shoulder. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" His voice is slightly high as I can hear the worry drenching every word. Seeing him here, in front of me, brings a wave of relief and I feel the emotions crash over me.

I shake my head because I can't breathe to use words. "Hey-come here," I lean into his embrace as he tells me to breathe. If the scare wasn't enough to trip the anxiety inside me, the embarrassment is what had pushed me over the edge. His warmth is soothing against my skin and I focus on the sound of his beating heart. "I'm here. You won't lose me."

My breathing slows to a steady pace but my heart continues to quickly thump in my chest. Once I've calmed, Klaus pulls back and looks at me. I feel awkward as I realize we're standing in the middle of the floor in an embrace. It must show on my face because I'm lead to an empty table. I remain quiet as he orders two butterbeers. All I can think about are his words and the fact that he continues to hold my hand, even now.

"I'm...I'm sorry for freaking out. I just got so overwhelmed- and I'm not quite familiar with these areas." I explain, feeling foolish for my behavior.

Klaus' brows furrow and he appears confused. "There is no reason to apologize. I understand and you were completely valid in your actions." I nod in a kind of thank-you motion before we fall silent.

We sit there in our own thoughts as two pints of creamy, brown liquid are placed between us. "Why are you so nice to me?" I blurt the question, completely baffled by his actions and what they may mean.

He seems to ponder this for a moment before looking into my eyes. With a deep inhale, he admits, "Because I like you, Y/n. A lot."

"Why?" I ask, astonished. I need to know what he saw in me.

Shaking his head with a smile, he says, "You're caring and smart. You accept what life has to offer. You throw your head back when you laugh and your nose crinkles when you smile. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth when you're trying to hide how you're feeling...Above all, these things put together makes you who you are. I adore that person and it completely captivates me. It also puzzles me. There's so much to know about you and It's the greatest adventure I've come to learn."

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I released it. What he confessed, the way he's looking at me- everything. I realize that I feel the same. That I couldn't have said it more beautifully than he just has in that moment. "I like you, Klaus. I think I have for a while now." Admitting this feels as if I were filled with helium and I'm afraid I'll float away with this light feeling.

Klaus' eyes soften and a shy smile plays on his lips. Our butterbeer slowly dwindles as we speak of our lives in much more detail. It feels familiar and comfortable with added excitement of our new found emotions. It feels safe- like taking on the world with your best friend at your side. Because that's exactly what it is.

Before we know it, the time to meet back up with Hagid arrives. We pay for our drinks and stroll through the crowds. Our hands are intertwined and we exchange happy glances on the way, albeit shy. Hagrid comes into view and he flags us down. "You're a cheery bunch." He comments with a pointed look at our hands.

I feel my face flush but I'm not disappointed when I scan Klaus' features to see the light pink resting there. He squeezes my hand reassuringly and it washes a sense of calm over me. Underneath the pink of his face, he wears a proud and relaxed expression. It makes my stomach flip in a wonderful way.

There's so much that could happen as we head together, hand-in-hand, into the unknown future. Klaus promises that we will sort things out as they arise and I believe- I trust him. Hogwarts is my home in so many ways I hadn't known before. It will forever be the place where I found my family.

Me and the Baudelaires against the world.

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A/N: Over a year ago I finished A Series Of Unfortunate Events and wrote these stories. I hope it’s not too bad...eh heh. Thank you to my 300+ followers that have remained during my absence! Xx - Ellie-Mae

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