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1d1195 · 5 months ago

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Neighbors Extra VI

Read Neighbors here | ~2.2 k words

From me: based on this ask. Not sure when it takes place exactly--but I'm thinking early on once they are officially a couple. But I don't think it's necessarily relevant to their timeline

Warnings: talking about periods and blood (a little), mostly fluffy

Summary: Rory has never had someone to ask why Mumma gets a little grumpy every month. Or why she needs to carry sticks in her purse. Harry had never thought about how his mum would have to continue life while grumpy, tired, and uncomfortable when he was young until he watched her do it.

Harry was working at the desk set up in the living room that she had kindly insisted he use for his work. When Harry was at work, they were allowed to watch TV quietly, unless Harry had a client in which case she and Rory would either go run errands or play in his room quietly or Harry would go into the spare room and set up a more private session for his client. But the times in which they were all home while Harry was working were far and few between.

But today was designated to mainly paperwork and going over his schedule for the coming week. She was lying on the couch watching something for the last hour. Rory was off in his room playing with his toys. The weather was crummy so there wasn’t much to do to be entertained other than what they were currently doing. “Mumma?” Rory called.

Harry happened to glance up in the mirror above him. It was shaped like a windowpane and caught the reflection of most of the room—including her lounging on the couch. Harry liked the spot because he got to admire how pretty she looked lazed along the sofa. He wanted to snuggle up to her immediately and gave him motivation to get through his work faster with the thought of doing so.

She loved being a mum. It was evident on her face. Harry thought that there weren’t many people who would be more fit to be a mum than her. But right then she looked utterly exhausted. In fact, Harry realized at that moment she was a bit flushed, her cheeks pink for seemingly no reason. “Yeah, love bug?” She called back quietly.

“Can you come here?!” He called back. Harry watched her in the mirror as she closed her eyes, sighed, and pushed herself off the comfy couch.

“Y’alright, kitten?” He asked. She nodded, barely acknowledging that he had spoken, and headed for Rory’s room. Frowning, Harry turned in the chair and watched her leave. She could hear her and Rory chatting a bit. Her voice was warm as always but missing the enthusiasm she usually had when playing with her son. Harry wondered if she was getting sick.

“...in a few minutes, baby. I’m sorry.”

Harry’s frown deepened and he waited for her to return. Instead, the bathroom door down the hall closed with a thud. Since Harry was waiting for the sounds of her being sick, he was attuned to the sound of her second massive sigh and the sound of the cabinet below the sink slamming. It was surreal that Harry knew all the sounds in the house after only being there a short time. The way he knew whose footfalls were on the stairs (admittedly it was easy to tell between her and Rory given he was still little). “Rory, we gotta run to the store!” She said coming out to the main room grabbing her keys off the side table next to the stairs.

“But Mumma, I’m in the middle of—”

“Rory, I’m not in the mood. We are going now. It’ll be ten minutes.”

“But—”

“Kitten,” Harry murmured standing from the desk and putting a hand on her arm. “Are y’sure y’alright?”

She nodded and looked away from his face, embarrassed it seemed. For what he didn’t know. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Rory!” She called again.

“Mumma I’m—”

“Rory,” Harry called quietly as she inhaled to call for him again. Frustration coated her face. Her cheeks seemed to be getting pinker by the second and Harry could practically see the pain in her eyes, her head...

And her stomach.

“Listen t’Mummy and come here for a minute, please.”

Rory left his room immediately; his steps audible on the carpet upstairs. She rolled her eyes. “Course he listens to you,” a bitter tone in her voice. Harry frowned and turned to Rory as he entered the main room.

“I was in the middle of—”

“I know, but we have a mission,” Harry said and took the purse off her shoulder and guided her to the couch. “Mumma needs us t’get a few things for her,” he told him. He put a blanket around her and put the remote in her hand. Her lips parted slightly as she watched him and didn’t even allow her a moment to speak. “We can finish your stuff when we get back.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he shook his head firmly.

Pouting, Rory sighed and went to the door to put on his shoes.

“Harry,” she was looking at Harry like she had seen a ghost. “You’re working,” she reminded him.

“Working from home, kitten. It has some perks. S’fine. Think y’need a minute or two t’yourself, yeah?” He asked. “Will y’send me a picture of the kind of products y’like?” He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Y’can take a bath if y’want,” he suggested and headed toward the door and helped Rory to his feet and ushered him into his raincoat.

“But—” She started to stand again.

“Kitten, no buts,” he said and closed the door behind him.

As the tub filled and water heated up, she tried to figure out if there was gift that was significant enough to award him as the best boyfriend ever in existence. Amazon was useless and she was completely at a loss since Harry was annoying and bought anything he wanted or needed for himself. She gave up after a bit of browsing and the tub was filled to an appropriate level.

She took Harry’s suggestion as soon as they left. She headed to the master bathroom and made herself a bubble bath. She desperately wished she had one of those fancy tubs that was basically an indoor jacuzzi. Because she would have killed for a jet on her sore back. But it was okay because the water was hotter than she could almost feasibly stand. Harry would say it was liquid lava. For her birthday, Harry got her a speaker to play her music while she was showering. So she played music quietly and grabbed the book she had started earlier and put it on the ledge of the tub. Sinking into the water felt like heaven on her body and skin. She sighed, content with relief. The book could wait, she would consider sleeping in the tub.

“Mumma was mean,” Harry could see Rory in the rearview mirror. He was pouting and looked out the window. His jacket was littered with raindrops, and he looked annoyed. “I was playing my game.”

“I know y’were,” Harry nodded. “S’jus’...Mummy wasn’t really feeling well. So, she wasn’t mean on purpose.” He sighed dramatically. In the way a child with no bills, no car troubles, and no job could sigh as if the world was on his shoulders. “I’ve seen y’give Mummy some attitude, lad,” he reminded him pointedly glancing at him in the mirror once more. Rory pursed his lips. Harry was good at calling Rory out for being a bit of a diva. It kept him from being spoiled when he was certain that she was definitely going to continue spoiling her son. He couldn’t blame her. His own mum was guilty of treating Harry as the baby (and Gemma loved to remind them both of such).

He couldn’t wait to tell Gemma about the predicament he was now in.

“Is Mumma sick?” Rory pulled him from his thoughts.

Harry shook his head. He wondered if she had ever mentioned it to Rory before. Probably not. What did a six-year-old boy need to know about a period? “No, she’s jus’ a little...grumpy because she’s in pain,” he explained.

“Why’s she in pain?”

Harry took a deep breath. “Her tummy hurts.”

“We didn’t get any ginger ale or popsicles! Mumma always gets ginger ale and popsicles when my tummy hurts. We have to go back, Harry!”

He smiled. “It’s not her tummy. It just looks like her tummy. Do you remember how Mummy had you in her belly?”

He nodded. “Does Mumma have another baby in there?”

Harry coughed. His cheeks reddened even though Rory hadn’t a clue what he insinuated. “No,” he shook his head. “No, but s’an organ that women have holds the baby,” he explained. “When it doesn’t have a baby in it though, it makes Mummy bleed so that next month if she wanted t’try t’have a baby she—”

“Is Mumma gonna die!?” He asked his voice breaking hysterically.

“No, no,” he chuckled. “No,” he pulled off to the side of the road. “No, she’s fine.”

“But you said she’s bleeding! We have to get bandaids!”

“S’not that kind of cut, Rory,” he smirked and turned in his seat. He grabbed Rory’s leg and gave it a squeeze. “Mummy is fine. Do y’think I’d be this calm if Mummy was hurt?”

The little one released a breath once more like he just got news that he wasn’t laid off this quarter. Or that his test results came back negative. “How can Mumma bleed and be okay without a bandaid?”

“S’hard t’explain. Has t’do with getting older and—”

“Am I going to bleed?!”

Harry snorted. “No, lad. S’something only women have t’deal with.”

“Oh,” he thought for a second. “That’s not really fair to Mumma.”

Harry chuckled. “Make sure y’tell her that. She’ll appreciate your thought.”

“How come Mumma isn’t getting blood everywhere?” He asked.

Harry felt a little out of his depth now. It wasn’t like telling Rory he would teach him how to pee standing up if he needed the help. Or that if he had questions about penises, he would do his best to answer. Harry wasn’t an expert on periods, nor did he feel qualified to answer lots of questions about them. Especially to her girlfriend’s son. “Mummy has products that we bought that help her manage the bleeding,” he answered truthfully.

He glanced at the bag on the seat beside him and his little forehead wrinkled in concentration. It was an expression he most definitely inherited from his mum. It was adorable. “Oh...Mumma carries those sticks in her purse!”

Harry smiled. “Exactly.”

“Does ginger ale make it better?”

“Not exactly. There’s medicine,” he told him. “Mumma just needs t’rest and watch movies. She’ll feel better tomorrow...ice cream might help too.”

He nodded. “Can we make her a snuggle spot on the couch?”

“I think that would be perfect, Rory.”

She was already in the TV-watching, resting position on the couch when they returned. Her hair was still damp, and she felt marginally better. “Hey boys,” she smiled sweetly.

Rory was kicking his shoes off and across the room before Harry had shut the door. “Mumma, Harry said that you’re bleeding so we have to give you ice cream and snuggle.”

She smirked at Harry who was full-on blushing as he shrugged out of his wet jacket. “That would help.”

Rory hopped onto the couch and cozied up in front of her. Harry dropped the stuff beside the coffee table and sat next to her legs. He pulled them into her lap and leaned over to gently massage her lower back. “Mumma?” Rory asked.

“Yes, love bug?”

“I don’t think it’s fair you have to bleed, and Harry doesn’t.”

She giggled. “Me either,” she winked at Harry.

Harry took care of bedtime and snuggled into bed behind her. His hand may as well have found a direct path to her uterus as he massaged the cramps. “Was I really mean?” She asked.

“No, love. Course not,” he assured her and kissed the back of her head. “S’not your fault y’don’t feel well.”

“Did you teach Rory about periods, Dr. Styles?” She giggled.

He smirked. “Yeah, but I think y’need t’double check m’work,” he admitted. “Nearly convinced him y’were dying.”

She laughed again. “That was...really sweet,” she whispered. “Never...never had someone know what I needed and just go get it,” he pulled her closer. His face tucked into her neck, and he pressed a line of kisses along the curve down to her shoulder.

“Anytime, kitten. Y’jus’ have t’ask,” he reminded her. “Want t’do everything for you,” he squeezed her gently. She rotated in his arms, and she couldn’t see him in the dark, but it didn’t matter. With both hands, she held his face and the back of his head and brought her face closer to his so she could kiss him.

He chuckled against her mouth and returned the kiss. It felt so nice to kiss her every single time. It was warm, gentle, and so filled with love it made him woozy. She sighed softly against his mouth and Harry wanted to be closer, kiss her harder somehow. But settled for the lazy make-out session instead. “I love you so much, kitten,” he rested his forehead against hers.

“I love you so much.”

“Do y’want me t’rub your back again?” He asked quietly.

“I love you more than anything in this world.”

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bobfloydsbabe · 2 years ago

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illicit affairs | bob floyd x oc | mob boss au

walk the line

SUMMARY: After staying late at the office, Bob insists on walking Abby to her car.

WARNINGS: mob boss au, sexual tension, sexual thoughts. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

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A/N: This was supposed to just be a quick and easy 500 word drabble. That obviously didn't happen. Enjoy!

Bob leans back in his chair and rubs his palms against his eyes, trying to make them hurt less from staring at his laptop all night.

The Bates family has been creating problems for him for weeks. They’ve somehow blocked every permit he’s been trying to get with the city so he can finally start construction on the Belmont Street project.

Letting his hands fall away, he opens his eyes and notices the light at Abby’s desk is on.

With a furrowed brow, he pushes himself up and walks across the expanse of his office until he’s standing in the doorway.

Abby’s sitting at her desk, typing away on her keyboard, doing who knows what. He checks his watch and sees that it’s far past midnight.

“I thought you’d gone home hours ago,” he says, letting his arm fall back at his side.

She startles, making the whole table shake and her hand flies to her chest where her heartbeat is likely running wild.

“You scared me,” she tells him after collecting herself enough to look at him.

“Sorry. I thought you’d gone home,” he repeats.

She shakes her head, making a stray dark hair fall from her ponytail and rest against her cheek. “Unless you dismiss me, I don’t leave until you do, sir.”

Even after being here all day, she still looks as flawless as she did when she walked through the door that morning.

He thinks back to last week inside her apartment after the fundraiser when he’d nearly given into temptation. She’d looked perfect then, too. Cheeks flushed from the alcohol and dancing with him. Only him.

He thinks of the aide who’d dared to lay hands on his girl in full view of all the guests. Bob had only applied enough force to the kid’s hand that it would hurt for a while. Certainly not enough to break it. Abby was none the wiser, but he’d seen the kid with an ice pack on his fingers later on.

“Well, I’m heading home for the night,” he begins, looking back at Abby, who’s watching him. “So should you. I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Okay,” she agrees.

Bob goes back to his office to close up for the day and grab his suit jacket off the back of his chair. When he returns, Abby’s slipping a coat over her shoulders.

“Ready?”

She faces him with a bright smile. “Yes,” she says, and leans forward, clicking off the lamp on her desk. “All set.” She rounds the desk and heads for the elevator down the hall.

On the surface it looks like a normal corporate office with a receptionist, open floor plan with conference rooms closed off by large glass panels, a kitchenette with the essentials like a microwave and a fancy espresso machine Javy insisted they get even though he only comes by the office once a week.

Bob smiles to himself, trailing behind Abby, whose ponytail swings like a pendulum against her back, and he can’t help that his eyes wander down to her hips. Those heels drive him wild and they make her ass look fantastic.

He’s walking a fine line, and he knows it.

The elevator doors slide open right as he catches up to Abby, who moves remarkably fast in heels that high and thin.

“You coming?”

He meets her eyes, realizing he’s stopped outside the elevator. He shakes his head and joins Abby inside.

As the doors close, every one of Bob’s senses become engulfed by Abby. He feels the heat radiate off her on his skin, can practically taste the mint of her lip gloss on his tongue, hears her steady breath, and watches the rise and fall of her chest in the corner of his eye.

What gets him is the scent of her. It’s different. Darker, muskier. Sexier. Rose and a hint of vanilla, but still her.

“New perfume?” He asks, turning to face her. In the harsh overhead lighting of the elevator, he can see her cheeks warm up, and he fights the way his hand twitches, desperate to reach out and touch her skin.

He knows it’s velvety soft.

“Yeah,” she admits, not meeting his eyes. “It was time for a change.”

A hum is his only reply, making her finally meet his gaze. She looks like she wants to say more, divulge a secret she’s not supposed to, and he longs to pry it from her pretty mouth.

He takes a small step forward, testing the water to see how she reacts. She doesn’t flinch, but her eyes flicker down to the floor for a second before coming back to his.

Her cheeks burn hotter than before when she asks. “Do you like it?”

Leaning down, his lips graze her exposed neck when he inhales the scent of her. Her breath hitches, body shuddering at the touch.

He cranes his neck upward and finds Abby’s eyes trained on him, darker than usual.

Maintaining eye contact, he presses his lips to the skin of her neck. “I do,” he says and straightens his back.

Abby’s jaw is slack, and her eyes follow him as he takes another step closer. Their breathing fills the small space, but all Bob sees and feels is her.

The woman who has haunted his dreams since the moment she first stepped into his office.

His fingers twitch again, but right as he’s about to reach for her, the elevator stops moving and the doors whoosh open.

Abby jumps away from him as if burned by an invisible flame.

“Ladies first,” he says, gesturing to the open doors.

She smiles politely, wrapping her thin coat tightly around her body, and folds her arms across her torso to keep it in place. She offers him a nod as she passes and mumbles a quiet thank you.

Bob follows her out, cursing whatever powers are against him for putting Abby in his path. He’s holding onto professionalism by a thread that’s rapidly unraveling.

He’d regret it if he could, but the magnetic pull Abby has on him is something he can’t describe. There’s an inevitability in his attraction to her.

The sound of her heels echoes through the concrete parking garage. He’s watching her ponytail swing against her shoulder blades, follows it with his eyes, trying his best not to let them travel down to the swell of her ass. Again.

He realizes a beat too late that he hasn’t actually walked her to her car as much as he’s followed behind her. Now they’re at her car, a sensible black Range Rover in pristine condition, and she rifling through her purse for the keys.

He stands behind her left shoulder, catching another whiff of her intoxicating perfume. “Need help?”

“No, I got it,” she declares, proudly pulling the key out of her purse. Her smile is contagious enough that Bob feels the corners of his mouth turn upward.

She unlocks the door with a click and steps forward, but Bob reaches around her, grasping the handle before she can.

He steps forward, forcing Abby to turn around so her back is against the side of her car, facing him. Her breathing is shallow, uneven, and her eyes flitter around before landing on him.

“Sir?”

He hums as the hand that was on the door slides up behind her until his palm finds the back of her head.

“What are you doing?” She asks, voice breathless and trembling. Anticipation hangs in the air between them, and the chilly night air does nothing to ease the tension.

A soft breeze carries her scent to his nostrils as he grasps the tie that holds her dark hair in place and pulls it. As it comes loose, Abby’s hair falls in a cascade down her back.

Her gaze holds his now, transfixed. “Why did you do that?”

Bob tosses the hair tie to the side. He slides his fingertips up her arms, reaching behind her and gently bringing her hair over her shoulders so it falls around her face instead, framing those round cheeks.

“Because I like it down,” he tells her, voice so quiet he can barely hear it himself. Abby’s chest rises and falls, and he feels it against his chest. The sensation makes his cock stir, heat spreading in his abdomen.

He sees a silent war in her eyes, and whatever she’s fighting against wins as she places a hand on his chest. She grasps his tie, but doesn’t pull at it, just holds it in her hand.

They don’t say a word. Just look at each other, daring the other to make the first move, to change whatever’s going on between them.

Bob knows what he wants. Her. He wants to kiss her neck, leave marks there and claim her as his. He wants to run his tongue along her folds as she moans and begs for him to keep going. He wants to plant himself deep inside her, make her chant his name, paint her insides with his cum, and watch her struggle to speak afterward.

The allure of having her is almost enough to make him cross that line he’s long hesitated to approach. His desire for Abby makes him vulnerable, and that’s what eventually makes him step away from her in that dimly lit parking garage.

Her hand falls from his chest. He holds the door open for her, but she remains in front of him on the ground. She draws her brows together, creating a cute indent between them, which he aches to smooth out.

“Goodnight, sir,” she finally says, hoisting herself into the driver’s seat.

He offers her a tight-lipped smile. “Goodnight, Abigail.” He closes the door and takes another step back, breathing a sigh of relief as tension leaves his body.

The engine comes to life, and Abby offers him a small wave as she pulls out of her parking space. He doesn’t return it, but finds himself alone in the garage with the ghost of Abby’s hand still on his chest.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials his driver.

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midnights-cosmic · 7 months ago

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do it all again (park jihoon)

01 Pepero Day is Coming

Park Jihoon (ex-Wanna One / Actor)

Jihoon saw his future and was given the chance to go back in time. He does it all again but this time, change it for the better. To keep himself, and her.

[Written in Third Person | Female Y/N]

It’s been two weeks since Y/N had realized and accepted that she actually likes Park Jihoon. He had been invited numerous times by Hyunwook to hang out with them during lunch, or even watch him practice baseball. Daeun would purposely have Jihoon sit next to her all the time. The usual Hyunwook-Y/N-Daeun has turned into a Hyunwook-Daeun-Y/N-Jihoon seating arrangement. In Daeun’s words, “So you’d get used to it without me hearing your heartbeat.” Y/N’s eyes almost rolled at her friends’ ridiculousness.

It was surprisingly quiet on the school field. Many would have thought that even on this early day, students would begin to pour in. The sun has risen at 7:30 AM, but the morning glow is still present. Neither the light nor the darkness was excessive. Just enough to enjoy the sunshine and clear skies.

As Y/N nears the classroom, she passes by the school billboard that reminds them Pepero Day is coming. Y/N shook her head, the corner of her lips quirked. She knows deep down that it’s the Athlete’s club’s ploy with the help of their very loyal fans.

Hyunwook talks tall tales of how many he’ll get again this year that he could open up a Pepero store for it. Is it exaggerated? Maybe, a little bit. Is she complaining? No, not really. Especially when she gets a fair share of chocolate from him.

Y/N pushed the door open. It wasn’t surprising to see the classroom empty and all tidied up. She made her way to her seat, pulling out her phone, and plugging her wired earphones. She scrolled through the numerous lists before pressing ‘admiring you from afar’, a playlist she curated herself. With music ringing in her ears, Y/N rests her head on her arms on the desk. Her eyes closed as she drowned in tunes.

La la la la la la 부르는 노래… (La la la la la la I sing this song…)

There was a tap on her shoulder. Y/N’s eyes widened when her gaze connected with a smiling Jihoon. He gestures something about her earphones and she instinctively removes one. “Good morning.” He said.

“Oh,” Y/N’s mouth twitched. “Good morning. You’re here early.”

Jihoon’s face turned brighter, a small laugh escaping from his lips. “Well, I think you’re earlier.” He sat down on the chair parallel to hers. Y/N watched him place his bag on the floor, pulling out a couple of books and what she assumes to be his notes.

She looked away. Stop, Y/N. You can’t stare at him like that again. You two are friends now. Stop it.

“Uh, Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have an extra pen?” Jihoon asked, “I left mine, I think.” he continued, still rummaging inside his bag.

“Yeah, I do.” In a short span of time, she handed him a pen. A pink one. Jihoon’s eyebrows rose while looking at her. “It has black ink, I swear.” Y/N defended. “All my stuff is pink.”

Jihoon smiled, “Thanks. I’ll return it later.”

She could feel her heart thumping in her chest again. There really is something about his smile that makes her weak. Is it his perfectly aligned teeth? Or is it how his cheeks are rounded when he does? Is it maybe how his eyes smile with his mouth? Or-– I’m staring again. Y/N get a grip. Please.

Letting out a sigh, Y/N wears the earphones again and goes back to her initial position. Head on her arms on her desk. She watched the clouds slowly move in the sky, some dissipating as they went.

밝게 비춰오는 이 햇빛에 앉아… (I sit in this bright sunlight…)

나 혼자, 널 비춰 보다가… (I’m alone, shining on you…)

Just as Y/N was dozing off, a thump next to her table echoed. She flinched and her posture straightened up. “Good morning, my lovely best friend.” Y/N’s lips pressed together as she rolled her eyes. Hyunwook stood tall in front of her. “What’s the point of going to school early if you’re going to sleep in class anyway?” he questioned.

“To not be late. Dumbass.”

“Err, I’d rather sleep more in my bed than do this.” Hyunwook copied how she crosses her arms and closes her eyes. A slap connected on his arm when he attempted to snore. She couldn’t help but laugh along with him anyway.

“Bug off and go to your seat.” Y/N scolded. Her eyes drifted to the clock hanging on the wall in front, 8:15 AM. Time surely passes by quickly. She gaped at the already occupied tables and few of her classmates grouped up having a chit chat.

Talk about timing when Daeun walked in and waved at her, eyes narrowing at a sitting Jihoon beside her. The only gap between them is the walkway.

Was that even his seat? Daeun thought. Smirking, she strolled towards her best friend and greeted her. “Hello to you.” Daeun approached, hanging her tote bag on her desk. She turned her body and faced Y/N, discreetly pointing at Jihoon.

What is he doing there? Daeun’s eyes flickered. With your pen?

Y/N’s face flushed. He borrowed it.

They were talking in silence, mouthing the words to each other.

I see. Daeun wiggled her eyebrows, while Y/N swatted her away.

It’s not like that.

Sure. Daeun stuck her tongue out and turned, giggling as she did so.

Y/N peeked at Jihoon. She assumed that he’s either studying or reviewing for something. His pen— her pen— twisting in between his fingers as he reads. She watched how his eyes went back and forth from the book to his note then back to the book. Then their eyes connected.

Y/N almost tore her eyes away when Jihoon spoke, “Do you need the pen?” She can see Daeun turning her back and watching them.

Y/N shook her head, “Nope. I have an extra, remember?”

“Ah, yes. I just thought you wanted it back.” Y/N shook her head once again then smiled. Daeun watched them with raised eyebrows. Interesting.

“It’s nothing, Daeun. Turn back around.” Y/N sighed, pinching her friend’s arms. “Teacher’s here.”

“Hm…” was all Daeun could reply, her grin reaching from ear to ear.

– - – —- - – - – —- - – -

“Are you guys excited for Pepero Day?” Hyunwook asked, breaking the silence between the trio. “Hello? Am I talking to anyone?” He added when no one replied.

Y/N is busy doing her assignment which she forgot is due today. Daeun is scrolling through her phone while silently laughing to herself. A scoff escaped Hyunwook’s lips.

Every year, it’s like this. He’s the only one who gets overly excited on Pepero Day. To be fair, he also thinks it’s a stupid holiday but it’s fun; you get a lot of chocolates, letters, and people tell you how much they adore you.

“Tss, I know you guys barely get Pepero but ignoring me like this is—” Hyunwook’s chair screeched as he stood up. “Fine. I’ll see you both, never.” The sound of his thumping footsteps echoed inside the library.

“What’s up with him today?” Y/N asked, eyes still glued to her paper, hands scribbling down the letters as fast as they could. It’s not Hyunwook’s first time to sulk. He always says the same line, but he’ll end up hanging out with the girls the next day anyway.

“I don’t know.” Daeun answered.

Y/N didn’t miss her tone. It was almost suspicious, as if Daeun knows something she does not. YN’s pen rose from the paper. “Daeun?” She looked at her friend’s way, who is still scrolling through Tiktok videos like there’s no tomorrow.

“What?”

“Tell me.” Y/N pushed. The pen’s feedback from the table equaled Daeun's sigh.

“I told him I like him,” Daeun gulped, biting her lips.

Y/N’s eyes went round at the information. “When?”

“Yesterday, when he walked me home.” Daeun exhaled, a heavy feeling weighing down in her chest, “Look, he doesn’t like me, and now I feel dumb for confessing,”

“I can’t talk to him yet. Maybe we can hang out like this, yes, but you have to be present or else…” Daeun’s lips quivered.

“I’m sure he was just taken back. I mean, we’ve been friends since six. He probably wasn’t expecting it.” Y/N assured.

“He laughed, Y/N.” Daeun pressed. “He laughed and said that I was joking, that I don’t like him like that. At least not romantically.” She looked away. “He told me that I probably ate a lot of tteokbokki and had a food coma.”

Y/N couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped from her lips. Hyunwook you dork. “Look–” she giggled.

“It’s not funny!” Daeun whined. “It’s real Y/N. Every time I see Hyunwook, my day instantly gets brighter, you know? Like nothing could go wrong. He walks with me every day and I feel safe. I think about him all the time. He makes me want to look forward to my future. He’s in here,” Daeun pointed to her head. “And here.” and her heart. “You’ll know it when you experience it too.”

Y/N leaned back, eyes sparkling. “I understand.”

“You don’t have to ignore him though. It seems like he wants to talk with you.” Y/N added as the bell rings for their last class of the day.

– - – —- - – - – —- - – -

Jihoon wanders through the crowded hallway. Few students have greeted him as he passes by, some of his close friends fist bumping with him before letting him go.

Jihoon let out a tired breath once he reached his locker. It’s been a long day for him. Multiple quizzes, a ton of assignments due, his presentation for preparation for uni, and some school club reports that he still needs to finish. So much for being the President of a school org.

As he placed his books inside and gathered his extra shirts, a sticky note fell. Jihoon’s brows furrowed. How can someone place a note inside his locker?

Flipping the paper, he reads: Don’t accept the Pepero from her. Please.

Her? Who’s her? Jihoon cocked his head, his lips pursed. Pepero day is in two days and he always receives at least 5 boxes, so who exactly is the note referring to?

Rolling his eyes, the paper crumpled in his hand. Whoever is trying to prank him won’t work. Jihoon has too many things on his plate right now to play along with someone’s silly games.

“I’m scared to walk alone.”

Jihoon heard a feminine voice.

“Then wait for him to finish baseball. I’m sure he’ll still walk you home.” Another voice talked.

Jihoon closed his locker’s door, catching a glimpse of Y/N and Daeun walking towards his direction; their attentions fixated on each other. Daeun looks frustrated while Y/N, on the other hand, looks more relaxed.

“Yeah, right. Like I would want to be with him alone.” Daeun stressed. “Oh. Hi, Jihoon!”

“Hi!” Jihoon waved back. Y/N smiled and bowed at him.

“Tough day?” Daeun asked.

Is it that obvious? Jihoon exhaled deeply, “Veryyy tough day.”

There was a brief silence between the three students until Jihoon breaks it. “Are you guys heading home?” He didn’t miss Daeun elbowing her friend.

“Uh, yes.” Y/N spoke. “Well, Daeun is. I’m going to work.” she mumbled something to Daeun that wasn’t really audible to Jihoon.

He watched the two silently banter in front of him. Jihoon lets out a chuckle when the two start hitting one another. He felt as if he was watching a stand-up comedy performance right before his eyes. His muffled laughter probably caught the girls off guard as they suddenly stopped and faced him once again. He heard something along the line of ‘Just go to the baseball field’ and a bunch of ‘You can’t make me’.

“Sorry,” Y/N blurted. “She and Hyunwook had a fight.”

“It wasn’t a fight.” Daeun complained.

“Then go. I need to go to work.”

“But I don’t want to see him. I wanna go home.” Daeun objected. They’re starting again. Jihoon could only watch in amusement.

“Then go home?” Y/N questioned.

“I’m scared to walk alone, remember?” Daeun rolled her eyes.

“Your house is like ten minutes away and the sun is still out. People are still out there, you know.” Y/N is starting to get irritated. Jihoon can feel it. Jihoon can see it.

“But—”

“I’ll walk you home.” Jihoon intervened. Both girls snapped their heads in his direction. One expressing excitement and one bewildered. “I mean, I can walk you home. If you don’t mind.”

“Sure! Thanks, Jihoon!” and just like that, the three of them walked out of the building.

They passed by the baseball field, one of the players being their friend. Hyunwook isn’t that hard to spot either, he stood tall among his team mates and for some reason, his skin glows under the setting sun more than the rest.

“I’ll be heading this way.” Y/N announced, referring to the street on their left.

“Aaaand Jihoon and I will be this way.” Daeun pointed at the opposite street, “See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you.” The girls did the usual hug and their best-friend clap. “Boom, bitch!” The two yelled, ending their ridiculously fun made-up cheer.

Jihoon’s eyes crinkled at the sight. He has been smiling ever since they started walking.

“See you, too, Jihoon.” Y/N waved her goodbye. The trio parted ways.

Jihoon couldn’t help the thoughts running in his mind. Where is Y/N heading? What part-time job is she doing? Why is she even working? From the outside, she didn’t look like her family was struggling for money. Or maybe he’s just assuming and judging she’s not?

“She does it for fun.” Daeun interrupted his mind. “She really likes coffee and bread. There, she gets them for free plus money, so it’s a win-win situation.”

Jihoon leaned inwards, relaxing his shoulders. “I see.”

“She’s really something.” Daeun bragged. Jihoon agrees.

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darksigns-exe · 1 year ago

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Sweet Like Honey - Hearts Like House Fires

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol consumption, anxiety attacks, infidelity, swearing, slight angst Word Count: 2.9k Read on AO3

The music outside continues to boom. He can hear it even through the noise-cancelling headphones. Maybe he should be out there. This is as much his success as it is theirs. Noah has poured just as much if not more of himself into this album, but the idea of stepping out there and mingling with people who only care about their music now that it’s picked up in speed feels like the last thing he wants to do right now.

He wants to be happy about this. The album has turned out so much better than expected and yet the bitter stench remains. The biting and clawing under his skin rarely leaves these days and it’s easier to hide behind the walls of sound than to actually face it. He knows that, as soon as he steps outside this door, they all will ask about her and then he’ll have to explain it all over again. The thought alone is enough to shatter his heart for the hundredth time that day.

Maybe he should have expected it. It’s all been going too well. They’d been too happy, of course, something had to go wrong. He just doesn’t know how he didn’t see it coming. None of that matters now though. It’s done, he’s the one who has to deal with the aftermath while she’s off with that asshole doing god knows what.

He’d long drawn his conclusions from it – or rather it had reaffirmed conclusions he had hoped were wrong. If he doesn’t want to get hurt he has to keep people at arm's length. He doesn’t want to be one of those miserable loner dickheads, but he’d rather be alone than allow himself to be subjected to this kind of fuckery again.

It’s been exactly three weeks and five days since Noah found them in his bed and he swears that the stench of his cologne still hasn’t washed out of his sheets. The sofa in the studio isn’t as comfortable but it’s better than that. He is well aware that they all know that he hasn’t slept in his own bed in almost a month. Everyone except for Nick has had the decency to ignore that detail. He should have known that Nick would be the one to point out that he was only driving himself deeper into that hole.

Has he listened? Of course not.

Noah is stubborn above all else and this self-flagellation feels like the best thing he deserves right now.

Really it’s his own fault.

He tries to drown the laughter and cheering from outside. Maybe he could brave a quick excursion into the kitchen to fetch himself another drink. So far no one has come looking for him, perhaps that is a good sign. Maybe they’ve finally given up on trying to get him to leave it behind . God knows he tries, but three weeks doesn’t feel long enough to leave five years behind.

Noah pushes away from the desk. Before he opens the door, he listens for a moment. He can’t hear much above the blaring music. He cracks open the door enough so that he can survey the kitchen. Someone is standing by the sink, her back facing towards him. He doesn’t recognise the girl, but that doesn’t mean much. He pushes out of the studio and into the kitchen. She doesn’t hear him enter and if he’s quick enough she won’t even know that he was here in the first place. He still tries to be quiet in his approach. He makes it to the fridge before he hears a startled yelp from behind him.

“Jesus – fuck .”

Noah finds her with one hand pressed to her mouth and the other to her chest. Wide, brown eyes stare at him still in deep shock. Her chest is heaving with deep breaths as she tries to calm herself down again.

He’s stuck at the other end of the room. Something in his chest chokes up. Even at this distance, he can see the bright red under her eyes, the smeared makeup that faintly stains her cheeks. He doesn’t need to be a genius to know that she is just now gathering herself again. He knows the shaking of her hands, the trembling in her breath too well.

The still open fridge beeps with alarm and Noah finally finds himself able to move again. Her eyes snap away from him and towards the main room of the house as if she is expecting someone to join them.

“Are you okay?” his voice crackles with disuse.

Those wide eyes find him again and the sliver of fear that still lingers behind their warmth shoots through him like lightning. He doesn’t know her name or who she came here with but that absolute look of panic hurts in a way that is way too close to home. The idea that someone in this house – someone he might know – might be responsible for this makes him nauseous.

Despite all that she nods because of course, she does. He’d do the same thing.

“You don’t look it.”

She clears her throat, swallows around a breath “Just a bit of panic.”

Noah doesn’t understand how someone can look so absolutely devastated but still sound so sweet . There’s a little lilt of an accent that he can’t quite place in her voice. It’s faint but present enough to intrigue him.

“I just didn’t hear you come in.” he hates that she sounds as if she’s trying to convince herself rather than him.

He nods “Do you need something? Water?”

He’s already back at the fridge without waiting for her answer. She’ll say no and try to worm her way out of the situation, he’s been in those very shoes all too often in recent weeks with Nick on the other side of the playing field.

“I was gonna sit outside for a bit if you want to get some air?”

The lie comes a little too easy, but maybe whatever tactics Nick has used on him might work on her. She gives a meek nod but waits for him to make the first move towards the sliding door.

She steps outside behind him.

It’s still warm outside even though they’re quickly moving towards winter. Not that it ever gets really cold here. The winters here are nothing like the biting cold from his childhood. She still wraps her arms around her body. He finds a somewhat out-of-view spot on the steps that lead down to the yellowed grass and sinks down. She sits next to him and while his feet reach all the way down to the soil, hers rest on the step below the one she sits on.

“Did you come here with someone?” he asks eventually.

“My friend dragged me here just to disappear with some guy.” there’s a hint of amusement in her words.

“Who’s your friend?”

“Tasha?”

Of course, Tasha would be the one to ditch a friend just to get laid.

“I’m not surprised.”

He watches as she fiddles with the label of her bottle “You know I couldn’t even leave if I wanted to.”

“Some friend you got there. I can go find her if you –”

“I’m never gonna hear the end of that.” this time she actually laughs.

Noah makes the fatal mistake of looking at her. In the dim light, he can make out the little crinkles around her eyes, the way her nose scrunches up. She catches him looking at her. That smile stays and claws its way into his chest. It’s entirely out of left field and he doesn’t have the opposition to fight it. The feeling sits on his chest like a stack of bricks. Unmoving and heavy. It’s oppressive in a way that he really doesn’t want right now.

“I’m Noah.”

“Bee.”

Oh of course her name is as sweet as she looks.

She holds her hand out for him to shake. He takes it and tries very hard not to think about how his hand practically envelopes hers. He doesn’t let go immediately, instead, he pulls her arm towards him to inspect the lines and patterns that decorate her skin. It’s some kind of floral motif. The time he has spent hovering behind Nick tells him it’s neotraditional. Noah turns her arm a little and she lets out a giggle .

He can’t let himself be drawn in by her. This — if anything — has to remain friendly, purely platonic.

He does release his grasp on her eventually. Bee remains close to his side though. He thinks that maybe the proximity helps to ease the probably still-wired nerves in her body. Or maybe he’s projecting.

“Does that happen often?” He doesn’t know why he asks. It’s none of his business.

“What do you mean?”

“The anxiety.”

“How do you —“

He lets out a dry laugh “Know it when I see it.” He shifts, so that can look at her properly “Listen, I'm not gonna pry. Not my place. All I want to know is if someone in here made that happen.”

She’s quiet for a suspiciously long time. And Noah watches as her manicured fingers pick at a loose thread in her jeans. It’s all a little too familiar.

“I think it was just the noise. I don’t really know.”

They both know that it wasn’t just the noise, but Noah also knows that him trying to dig an answer out of her is the last thing she needs. He decides to drop the topic and instead allows the silence to simmer between them.

It’s comfortable.

For someone who prefers noise to drown out his own thoughts, he feels oddly at ease sitting next to this practical stranger. He can almost feel her settling into the chilled air. Silence is something he doesn’t award himself very often. And to share it with someone else feels like a form of intimacy that he isn’t exactly used to. There is no place to hide in the quiet, no place for his thoughts to go. In the quiet, he can’t distract from the fact that he is about as lost as she looked when he first saw her leaning on the counter in front of the sink.

It becomes too much eventually. The dark at the corners of his vision keeps creeping in and instead of trying to shake it, he finds another momentary distraction.

“I’ve never seen you around here,” he asks and the sudden noise makes her jump just a little.

Bee places the now empty bottle next to her on the stairs “I’m only here because Tasha didn’t want to go alone.”

“Can’t believe Tash’s never brought you around before.”

“She offered.” the words come quiet and he gets it “Just been…busy I guess.”

“I feel like I’d know if you’d work at the shop, so it’s not that. And if you’d for a label Tasha would have made you come around sooner.” he wonders out loud.

Noah likes to think that he’s fairly good at reading people and so far she isn’t giving him the feeling that she doesn’t want this back-and-forth to continue.

“You’re still like super cold.”

“Alright…something creative?”

“Cold.”

“Academic?”

“Warmer.”

“Tasha knows people that know things?”

Her body seizes with one of those laughs that is more of a forceful exhale. It’s sweet.

“I thought she only knows hot people and guys in bands .” his attempt to keep her laughing seems to be successful “Alright academic…you’re not a doctor of something are you?”

She shakes her head “Not yet at least.”

“Big plans. I like that.” he swears that her cheeks get a little bit pinker at that “Not a doctor…so probably not medicine. Law? No, you don’t strike me as a law person. Languages?”

“Warm.”

“Do you know how many languages there are?”

Bee looks more than amused at his incredulous expression. She shakes her head “I’m a paleographer.”

“A what now?”

Her body shakes with laughter. It’s warm and gentle and most of all it��s genuine.

“I work with mediaeval manuscripts and writing systems. Deciphering and dating and that kinda stuff.” She explains “I’ve been teaching for a couple of years, but I want to do more research again.”

It’s like he’s opened a dam because she doesn’t stop talking after that. There’s passion in every word and even though he only understands about half of the things she’s throwing at him he can admire how much she loves what she does. It’s almost as if the girl in front of him has been swapped out at some point because the timid and insecure words she’d offered before were now so emblazoned with love that it makes his head swim a little. He can easily see her in the front of a classroom swaying those bored faces.

And she isn’t talking down to him either. It’s a full onslaught of terminology and when he asks what a specific term means she explains it with so much practised patience that he actually feels as if he’s learning something.

For the first time in almost four weeks since he found himself swimming in the middle of this near-endless void he doesn’t feel as if he’s drowning anymore. Bee doesn’t know about any of it. She barely knows who he is, bar his name and a few arbitrary details, but the last hour and a half has been the most meaningful conversation he’s had in ages. It feels as if he’s known her for years and in an odd way he feels as if he’s been missing her.

It’s refreshing to talk to someone who is entirely removed from the madness he deals with every day. She has her own entirely different madness that couldn’t be more different than his. He wants to hear all about it, every trivial detail. She listens with the same attentiveness as he awards her and he thinks that for once someone actually hears him. The topics between them shift and change with the wind. It’s easy — comfortable.

There’s a spell of silence between them when he notices her shiver. Noah debates himself briefly before he tugs off his sweatshirt and unceremoniously drapes it across her shoulders. He can feel her seizing up for a second when his hands touch her shoulders. She relaxes again after a few moments and to his surprise she slips it over her head. She swims in the garment that runs a little too large even on him and Noah doesn’t miss the little laugh she lets out when she tries to arrange her arms within the sleeves.

“I can fit another one of me in this.” She says quietly.

He could probably fit himself into it as well if he tried hard enough. For a second his head drifts off into dangerous territory when he wonders how warm her skin feels, how soft it’d be. He shakes the thought from his head as quickly as he can.

Arms. Length.

She’s telling him about her cat, a little black thing named Barnabas when the sliding door behind them shifts open.

“There you are.” Noah doesn’t have to turn around to know the source of the voice “I’ve been looking for you. I’m gonna head back home if you want a ride back.” Tasha comes to lean against the bannister next to him “I hope this asshole has behaved himself.”

She throws a rather pointed look towards Noah. It’s deserved in a way.

“No no, he’s been…very nice.” Bee quickly gets up on her feet “I think I should probably head back with you.”

Noah wants to offer her a ride back but they’ve just met and he wants to spare her the awkward no thank you . That way he can keep her separate from himself for a little while longer. Tasha mumbles something neither of them really listens to before she heads back inside.

They stand suspended in silence for a while. When he had previously felt so comfortable in the silence, he now feels bare and exposed in her eyes. The words he could say hang between them. The options are endless.

“I’ll — I’ll see you around?”

A quiet way to say don’t let me become a stranger. It’s non-committal enough.

She nods “Sure…I’d like that.”

“Good.”

It’s an unspoken promise. Unseen fingers that beg not to let the other vanish into the dark.

She takes a step towards the sliding door and Noah thinks that this is it. That she’ll leave and this little bubble will pop and he’ll return to the space in the studio that is almost moulded to his frame now.

She stops before she opens the door “Thank you, Noah. Really.”

Thank you he wants to say.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says instead “Happy to help.”

She huffs out a laugh and pushes up the sleeves of his sweatshirt “I’ll go — Tash’s waiting.”

“Sure.”

And then she does leave. He watches her slip through the crack in the sliding door, his sweatshirt still on her back. Bee waves to someone inside — Nick he assumes before she’s finally out of view.

Noah doesn’t go back inside immediately. He sits back down on the stairs for a little longer.

The drowning feeling doesn’t come back immediately. Only when he lies back on the sofa does it start to settle in his chest again. Maybe he should have asked for her number. Just to stay in touch. As friends.

He doesn’t know that halfway across the city a young woman realises that she went home with the sweatshirt of a guy she barely knows. And he doesn’t know that she feels just a little bit warmer at the thought of him. Or that she lies awake wondering if she should have asked for his number. To stay in touch. Nothing more.

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darkpoisonouslove · 4 months ago

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Ruled by the Heart

Summary: Distance never worked for them. The separate bedrooms did nothing to keep temptation at bay when they sat on their thrones next to each other all day and it was perfectly natural–expected even–for a king to come and go from his queen's chambers as he pleased. They only had anger to shield themselves behind and now here they are – fucking like they want the other dead, for the crime of making them dependent. Everything is working against this story. I had to let it sit for months, then when I finally got motivated to fix it (shoutout to the tumblr user going through my Erendor x Samara tag and liking everything), I got sick (probably worst fever I've had in my life) and now that I've finally made it to posting, FFN isn't working. I'm pushing through all that because I need to free this story, and myself from it. CW: explicit sexual content and blood Read on AO3 | FFN

Fire-like, pain races through her nerves. Samara only half succeeds to strangle her whimper in her throat, completely fails to stop herself from clenching around his cock.

Erendor's teeth drive deeper into her shoulder, into the tender skin connecting it to her neck as if searing their shape there isn’t enough. As if he wants to tear a chunk of her flesh out and scarf it down to brand her his. As if he’s allowed to devour her because he owns her.

She hates that.

It makes no difference.

She can only dig her nails in his desk, bite the inside of her own cheek.

She's not allowed to leave a mark on him.

He's her king and he is as much hers as the throne is without him sitting it. She has no claim on him – in blood or in name.

She's taken it as a compliment. That he asks her into his bed regardless, because he wants her.

This is not it.

He's pounding into her in a way she honestly did not consider him capable of. It's rough and vengeful, like he wants to shove her over the edge, hurl her into orgasm.

It's ugly and angry, and she cannot stand the sweaty contact of their bodies where he tore her clothes off and she pulled his aside. Their skin sticks together and it might just peel off when he pulls away.

He will once he's had his satisfaction.

He always does.

He knows the same thing she does.

"You're going to come for me," he grunts in her ear in-between pants loaded with exertion.

Something tightens in her lower belly, in the pit of her stomach.

He's right.

She's quickly building to a climax and her eyes well up with tears.

It's sickening.

She doesn't want it.

Not like this. Not when her pleasure isn't the end goal, nor is his for that matter. It's all for his ego and if her energy weren't all going into just breathing through the inevitable quivering, the violent seizing of her pussy around him, she would have splintered his desk with her bare hands.

Her orgasm is a given, has been for years, and she can't do anything to stop him from wringing it out of her. Her body cooperates with him rather than with her, especially now that they've been fighting for weeks. Her flesh is begging for his touch, has been since they'd left each other high-strung and dissatisfied. The sounds of his fingers pumping into her drenched pussy would have shaken her to her core if he hadn’t bent her over the desk and sheathed his cock inside her in one swift, smooth thrust, all the air in her lungs replaced with their shared craving.

She hadn't been sure which would be the bigger defeat – to try to pleasure herself and face the inevitability that it will feel nothing like she wants it to or not to try at all and silently admit that any relief for her lay in his arms. Her only consolation had been his gaze lingering on her lips every time she’d opened her mouth and his too-frequent stolen touches for the sake of appearances.

She’d had to force herself to keep an amble pace on the way to his chambers, her heart fluttering with excitement and dread. He’d grabbed her from the door and slammed her against his desk, her palms slapping brutally against it and the wood digging into her thighs. She could have hissed, twisted like a snake out of his grip. A simple no would have restored the space between them.

Her teeth would have sooner severed her tongue than let a single treacherous sound slip out of her.

She needs this.

Distance never worked for them. The separate bedrooms did nothing to keep temptation at bay when they sat on their thrones next to each other all day and it was perfectly natural–expected even–for a king to come and go from his queen's chambers as he pleased. They only had anger to shield themselves behind and now here they are – fucking like they want the other dead, for the crime of making them dependent.

If she knew when and how they’d bound themselves together, she could pick the pattern and undo it, protect them both from this burning agony, this need to be so close even when they're mutually destructive.

He is hurting her.

If he lets her go, she will stop breathing. And it won't matter one bit compared to the emptiness she'll feel if he doesn't fuck her over that precipice of resistance lodged into her brain.

The way he stretches her to bursting with every quick thrust only to leave her hollow and then fill her again pulls her taut like a bowstring. A pulsing, vibration, has already started behind her sternum where she’s stuffed her voice. At a point the dam will break and everything will spill from her – the tears, the screams and her orgasm.

She needs this. Not given out of the goodness of his heart or the urgency of his lust, but because she took it from him.

She pushes back into him. Challenging his rhythm takes him by surprise, throws off his balance to leave him grasping, clinging to her. The force in her own hips dictates his movements, sets the pace in the space that opened between her and his desk – enough for her to slip a hand to her clit and stroke herself to ecstasy.

He sputters behind her, chokes on the air rushing out of him in a hot, heady torrent assaulting her neck. It does nothing to deter her touch – the squeeze to his balls, her nails scraping the sensitive, vulnerable skin. With every uncontrolled jolt of his hips, his cock hits spots inside her that make her eyes roll in the back of her head.

His fingers close around her throat and she's coming. There's no doubt about it, no choice afforded to her, no defense against it.

The orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave.

She collapses back against his body, grabs at his arm, his thigh. She can’t breathe, doesn’t remember human speech but her voice erupts like lava from a volcano, burns through her ribcage, her throat, his palm covering it.

He holds her through it, the tremors of her climax shaking him, too. His hips have stilled, keeping him wrapped up in her. Her name falls from his mouth – half awe, half reverence, as he comes inside her. As if he's just been claimed by a force of nature even when it’s her pulse kicking under his fingers.

Blood wets her fingertips where she's driven her nails into his flesh.

She has him now.

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completely-normal-about-trolls · 11 months ago

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A Very Special Date

Part 3 to Poppy's Secret Stash

This idea was given to me by @vacayisland so blame them-

I'm kidding give them some love they deserve it <3

This also turned out a little angstier than intended but it ends up happy uwu. Also the song is Steal My Girl by One Direction listen to it on Spotify

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Poppy sighed and reread the book in front of her, the words slowly etched into her brain. She had been staring at the book the entire night she was with Branch. They would hang out in his bunker at least once a week, doing sort of a silent date night. They'd sit together and read or write or do their own solo activities, just enjoying the presence of one another.

"Feeling alright, Popstar?" Branch asked, looking up from whatever he was reading.

"Yeah..." Poppy sighed as she stood up. "Yeah, I just... I think this is what writer's block feels like."

"Do you need some help?" He asked as he set his book aside.

"No, I think I'm just going to trash it. It's not good anyway." Poppy stood up from the desk and headed to the elevator.

"Don't be so down on yourself," Branch said, getting up to follow her. "I'm sure it's great!"

"You think any garbage I write is great," Poppy said in a melancholy tone.

"Garbage?" Branch said softly. Why was Poppy acting like this all of a sudden?

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said simply, hopping on the elevator and going up.

"Poppy, wait-" Branch tried to stop her, but the platform elevated and she was quickly out of sight. He sighed and kicked at the ground.

"Garbage?" He said again, going to the desk and picking up the notebook she had. "Why does she think it's garbage?"

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Poppy sighed and leaned against the tree, watching the doormat and waiting for Branch to come out. She had been really lacking her energy these past couple of weeks. It was like she didn't care what happened. And she really didn't. Some trolls in Pop Village had set up some festival and Poppy didn't even ask what it was about.

She pushed herself off the tree as Branch came out of the bunker, an uncharacteristically big smile on his face. "Hey! I didn't think you'd show up! Feeling revved and ready to go?" Branch said enthusiastically.

"Uh, sure. Yeah..." Poppy said, giving him the side-eye as they started walking. Did Branch ever talk like that? When has he ever used the phrase "revved and ready"?

They walked in a tense silence. Poppy kept glancing over at him, seeing the pep in his step and a smile on his face. It was like they had switched places. It was a little weird.

"Sky's nice..." Poppy said, trying to break the silence.

"Yes, a perfectly clear and beautiful day," Branch said with a smile. "But-" He paused, and picked a flower off a nearby bush. "Not as beautiful as you, m'lady." He handed her the flower, his hand lingering on hers for a few second too long.

A smile jerked on Poppy's lips, disappearing as quick as it came. "M'lady? Really?" She asked, looking over at Branch.

"You don't like m'lady?" He asked with a cheeky grin. "What about madam? Or miss? How about Your Majesty? Or darling? Or-"

"Poppy is fine," she said as she cut him off. He was acting really weird. "Branch, are you feeling ok?"

"Perfectly fine!" He said as they arrived at the festival.

Poppy looked around at all the stallstgey had set up. There was some for food and drinks, a few games, and a large stage that was getting set up for the main show. Who was supposed to play? Poppy couldn't remember.

"Poppy!" Poppy flinched and was practically knocked off her feet as she was attacked from behind with a hug from her sister. "Oh my gosh, it's great to see you again! You've been locked away in your pod for forever!"

"Hey, Viva...." She mumbled, pulling out of the hug.

"You ok, girl?" Viva asked, looking a little concerned. "Did you not sleep well? I know I couldn't either. I can't believe they're preforming today! AHH! I'm so excited! You had such a great idea!"

"Great idea?" Poppy turned to her sister, looking confused.

"Yeah! And I loved reading your book! I'm gonna get you a coffee so you can wake up." And with that, Viva ran off into the crowd to find something for her little sister.

"That....was weird...." Poppy said. "Which book did she even read? I thought she read- And I'm talking to myself now. Great." Branch had left her side, probably when Viva damn near tackled her.

Poppy once again leaned against a tree, watching trolls pass by and enjoy themselves. She listened to their laughter, screams of joy, and slowly felt herself drift away. Is this what dissociation was? Branch talked about it sometimes, but Poppy never knew really understood it.

"-ppy? Poppy? Poppy, you there?" Branch and Viva had come back and were trying to pull her back to reality.

"Hmm? Yeah?" Poppy pushed herself off and stared at them, seeming nonchalant.

"You seem like you didn't sleep at all. You ok, girl?" Viva asked, giving her the sugar filled coffee and some donut holes.

"Yeah. Just...thinking, I guess."

"Well, let's stop thinking and start having some fun!" Branch said, still uncharacteristically chipper. "C'mon!"

Poppy sighed and followed, chugging her drink as she followed Branch and Viva around. She watched them play games and win prizes (most were for her to cheer her up. It did not work.) Despite Viva trying to distract her, she noticed Branch running off every few minutes. And now, she was sitting with Viva, picking at a lunch she wasn't hungry for while Viva filled the silence with some random chit-chat.

"Poppy, you've been acting weird all day," Viva said, finally sick of her silence. "Scratch that, you've been acting weird for the past two weeks. What's wrong? You can tell me! I'm your sister, Poppy! You can tell me anything in the world!"

"It..." Poppy sighed heavily. "You know the Rock Apocalypse I told you about?"

"Yeah. That the Queen of Rock did," Viva said. "Are you trying to change the subject?"

"No. The Queen of Rock - her name is Barb - she goes to the other music tribes about once a month for a welfare check. She makes sure they're ok, she pokes around and asks if she needs to help any, and she'll bring supplies like food or building materials if they need them," Poppy explained. "She came a couple weeks ago, and since we're friends she decided to hang around for a couple of hours so we could hang out and catch up. Well, I told her about my books and..." She trailed off, seeming nervous to finish.

"Well?" Viva smiled brightly. "Did she like them?"

"No. More of the opposite..." Poppy said, curling up her seat and looking away from Viva. "She thought it was weird. She started yelling at me..." Tears filled her eyes as she remembered what Barb said. "She called me a freak, and that was the most positive thing she said about it. She just ranted on and on about how weird and gross it was. She called me a fucking psycho!" Tears fell down her face as she cried harder and harder with each second. "And ever since then I just feel worse and worse! I never felt this bad before! I... I hate it so much! I just want this feeling to go away!"

Viva just stared in shock. "Poppy... Poppy, it's ok. Just breath." She spoke softly to Poppy, trying to make her calm down enough just so Poppy could listen and understand her. "Do you know what really helps me when I feel like this? I go somewhere quiet where I feel safe, and I just let out all my emotions. I cry and kick and scream until I feel ok and calm again. Do you want to do that?"

Poppy whimpered and nodded, trying to hold back her sobs.

"Alright. Let's find somewhere quiet then." Viva stood up and led Poppy away, finding her a quiet space in the forest. "I'll come back to check on you. Do you want me to come back in fifteen minutes or twenty minutes?"

"Twe- Twenty..." Poppy said, wiping her eyes.

"Alright. I'll come back in twenty minutes then. I love you, Poppy."

"Love you too, Viva..." Poppy sat down at the base of a tree and curled up, watching as Viva reluctantly left. The silence felt eternal as Poppy slowly began to cry again, filling the empty air with her sobs as that afternoon played over and over in her head.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Do you have a brain tumor or something?!"

"You're fucking sick! This is really fucking weird, Poppy!"

"You're a freak!"

"I swear to God, you are a fucking pyscho."

"Freak..."

"Pyscho..."

"Freak..."

"Pyscho..."

Those words repeated in Poppy's head like a broken record, turning her cries into screams and sobs into hysterics. Barb was right. She was a freak...

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"Branch! BRANCH!" Viva yelled, running up to the bros.

"Viva? What's wrong?" Branch went over to her, helping her stop and watching as she tried to catch her breath. "Is everything alright?"

"No. It's the opposite of alright," she panted. "It's al-wrong! I found out why Poppy's been acting so weird!"

All the bros snapped to attention, all demanding for Viva to spill as they abandoned their previous task and crowded her.

"Hey, hey! Give me space and I'll tell you!" Viva backed away from them and sighed. "Poppy told Barb about her books."

"Oh no..." Branch and Floyd said. None of the other bros were familiar with Barb, so they just seemed confused, but Branch and Floyd both knew how harsh she could be.

"Yeah. From what Poppy said, the nicest thing Barb said about it was that she was a freak!"

"Oh hell no!" JD said. "No one calls my sister-in-law a freak! Where's this Barb chick?! I wanna give her a piece of my mind!"

"We can't kill Barb," Bruce said. "We have to take care of Poppy first."

"Where is she now?" Floyd asked.

"She's alone right now. She started crying so I'm giving her a few minutes to calm down and let out her emotions," Viva explained. "We seriously need to hurry this plan up. If she keeps feeling like this.... I think she might lose her color."

"Oh shit... Viva, go get Poppy. Clay, Floyd, have you figured out the speech yet?" Branch asked.

"Kind of?" Clay said, flipping through Poppy's latest book. "Half of it is illegible-"

"Good enough. John, Bruce, do you still have the sheet music?"

"Right here. But we barely have it memorized!"

"John, Bruce, we did a choreographed music number that only I knew the lyrics to on the spot to save our brother. I think we can do song we barely memorized," Branch said flatly. "Alright, let's get the stage ready and get this show on the road!"

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Poppy hugged her shoulders as she stood in the crowd with Viva. "Can we please go home?"

"After the show," Viva said. "There's something very special planned for a special someone."

"Fine. But you promise we can leave after this?"

"Yes, yes! Now try to enjoy yourself!" Viva smiled and looked up at the stage as the music started.

Poppy seemed shocked as she heard the familiar tune. She looked over at Viva, who just gave her a smile. "Did you do this?" She asked, looking confused.

"No, Branch did," Viva said. "He read your book and the song in the back and he wanted to do something special for you."

"Oh God, this is embarrassing..." Poppy whined, covering her face.

"Why is this embarrassing?" Viva asked, holding her hand. "You wrote out what is basically the perfect date! Branch wanted to make you feel special!"

"Well, yeah, it's sweet but..." Poppy felt tears fill her eyes again. She would've loved something like this two weeks ago. But after what Barb said, she just felt so weird and out of place for something so innocent. She simply wiped her eyes and stared at the stage, seeing Branch smiling at her while he preformed with his brothers.

"Everybody wanna steal my girl

Everybody wanna take her heart away

Couple billion in the whole wide world

Find another one 'cause she belongs to me!"

Poppy giggled as they danced. It was obvious that Branch was singing to her. He wouldn't take his eyes off her, and he even pointed to her at the line "she belongs to me!" It did make her feel a little special. The entire day was based off the book she had written. Branch had even tried to get it down to the right dialogue. But would he really try to recreate everything? Poppy had scribbled out that whole section. There was no way he could've read it, could he? Would he actually do it? Poppy bit her lip nervously, finally tuning back in to hear the end of the song.

"She knows, she knows

That I never let her down before

She knows, she knows

That I'm never gonna let another take her love from me, now!

Everybody wanna steal my girl

Everybody wanna take her heart away

Couple billion in the whole wide world

Find another one 'cause she belongs to me!"

The brothers continued to sing as Branch hopped off stage. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea, giving him a clear path to Poppy.

"Poppy, you are the light of my life. My beginning and my end. You are my everything," he said as he got closer. Was he really able to read what she scribbled out?

"And I don't care what anyone else thinks about you. You're funny and kind and smart and you're so stubborn that sometimes it's like I'm trying to argue with a brick wall!" Ok, Poppy didn't write that. He was going off script.

"And that's what I love about you. You're just so....you. And I don't care if Barb thinks you're weird! So what if you're weird or crazy or psycho or a freak? I don't care about any of that. I don't care what anyone else thinks about you. I don't care what anyone says, and you should either. I love you as you are, wholly and completely. And I don't want anyone else to steal your heart..." He got down on one knee in front of her and pulled out a ring. "Queen Poppy, will you marry me?"

Poppy gasped and covered her mouth. "Branch, you better not be joking..." She mumbled.

"I'm not..." He said with a smile.

Poppy's eyes stung as tears filled up once again. She had never cried so much in a single day, but this time it was accompanied with a smile. One so big her cheeks hurt. She choked on sobs and nodded eagerly. "Ye-ss..." She could barely force out. "Yes! A million times yes!" She said as her tears came full force. She pulled Branch up into a kiss and pulled his into a bone crushing hug, ignoring the cheers of joy from everyone around her.

When they finally pulled away, she looked down at the ring Branch had put on her. It was a silver band, engraved to look like vines, with a pink gemstone carved to look like a flower. "It's exactly like-"

"The one from your book..." Branch said softly. "It was really hard to read past all the scribbles..."

Poppy smiled at him. "Thank you for today... I can't believe you went to all this work just to cheer me up."

"You'd do it for me," Branch reasoned. "So, do you want to give Penelope her happy ending?"

"Later. I want to enjoy my happy ending right now."

"And how is that supposed to end?" Branch asked with a cheeky grin.

"I think...some cookies and cuddles in your bunker."

"That sounds perfect, Popstar."

!!BONUS CONTENT!!

"Hey, Floyd!" Barb set her guitar down and greeted the pop troll with a little fist bump. "It's been a while, man. What've you been up to?"

"Oh, just...things," Floyd said, not wanting to beat around the bush. "My visit isn't entirely friendly. I just have some...business, to take care of."

"Business?" Barb asked, taking a couple steps back out of concern.

"Yes. See, it's come to my attention that you had a few choice words about my sister-in-law's hobby. In her words, the nicest thing you said to her was that she was a freak," Floyd said with a harsh glare.

"O-Oh," Barb stuttered, slowly backing into a wall. "Floyd, buddy, that was a misunderstanding-"

"Oh no, I understand you perfectly," he said, getting dangerously close. "Now I need to make sure that you understand me..."

#trolls #trolls broppy #trolls fanfic #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls bruce #trolls john dory #trolls jd #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls barb #trolls viva #trolls band together #trolls 3

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The Snooper and the Snip

The team go out for a few drinks and it doesn't take much for Penelope to admit she's been looking through Aaron and Emily's personal files. Again.

Part of the Drunken Confessions series.

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Look, this is absurd. I know it is, you know it is, but I needed the laugh I got writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it. Humour is the hardest thing to write - so please let me know if you enjoy it.

I am gifting this fic to my bestie @ssa-sparks because she deserves all the good things <3

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Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Discussion of alcohol consumption. Minor, non-descriptive, references to surgery.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron looks up from his desk at the sound of knocking at his office door. He smiles as he’s greeted by the sight of his wife, a grin on her face as she lets herself into his office.

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, standing up to go over and greet her, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before standing back to maintain the professional distance they always aimed for at work, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she replies, reaching out and squeezing his hand, “So did the kids.”

“I’m sorry I got called away on a case your first week back,” he says, and she shakes her head at the apology he’d given her every night on the phone since he’d gone away. They’d known it was likely to happen, that chances where he’d be called away as she went back to work after her maternity leave, but it hadn’t made it any easier when it happened. It made ever even more sure that her move to another unit after she had Teddy 18 months ago had been a good decision.

“It’s not your fault honey,” she assures him, squeezing his hand again, “Rosie has barely been letting me sleep though, and Teddy spent pretty much every night asleep next to me.”

Aaron smiles at the mental image of it, “He kept sneaking in?”

She nods in response, “I couldn’t bring myself to take him back to his room, he looked so cute sleeping on your side of the bed.” In the 3 months since Rosie had been born, Teddy had become incredibly clingy with his parents, especially Emily. She knew it was normal, and it was already better than it had been at the start, but being alone with the kids for a few days had really highlighted it again. “Jack was a godsend, we’re going to have to get him that bike he wants.

Any response is cut off by the rest of the team appearing in the office door, clearly led by Penelope, all with their bags thrown over their shoulder as they were ready to leave the office.

“Em, I’m so glad you’re here, it saves me a trip to your office upstairs,” Penelope says as she walks in, followed closely by the others, “Do you guys want to come for a drink?”

Emily looks at Aaron and crosses her arms over her chest. Part of her wants to say no, to get home to the kids and spend an evening with her husband after he’d been away for almost a week. She knew he’d take the kids without prompting. He’d take Rosie as soon as she fed her and ask Jack to help him distract Teddy. Then he’d gently push her towards the stairs, encouraging her to take some time to herself, to have the relaxing bath she’d been craving for a few days but hadn’t found the time for.

But a bigger part of her wants to say yes. To go and spent some time with the team like in the old days. Aaron’s eyes meet hers and they have a silent conversation. So much between them went unsaid. It was one of the things she loved the most about their relationship, that they understood each other so deeply. He smiles at her, his dimples briefly appearing as he shrugs ever so slightly, just enough for her to see and he knows he’s leaving it up to her. She looks back at the team and sees the looks in their eyes, Penelope almost vibrating with the mere idea of them all going to a bar, and she sighs, lovingly rolling her eyes at them.

“Fine,” she relents, smiling when Penelope cheers, and she points at her exuberant friend, “I’m only having one glass of wine though. Two at most.”

Penelope scoffs and pouts, and Emily sees similar outrage on JJ’s face too. “What happened to you peaches? You used to love a good time.”

“I have two kids under two, Pen,” she replies, smiling at her, “And I have spent most of the last few years either pregnant or breastfeeding, which I am still doing by the way. Trust me when I say a couple of glasses of wine will be plenty,” she exchanges a smile with JJ who nods, relenting before Penelope does, “If you want me to drink more than that I’ll be dropping all three of the kids off at yours tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Penelope says, sighing as a smile spreads across her face, “But you’re coming?”

Emily looks at Aaron again, whose smile had now spread across his entire face, and she nods as she looks back at her friends, walking over to Penelope and linking her arm with hers.

“Yes, we’re coming.”

“Hopefully not in quite the same way as last time we all went to the bar. Right, Em?” Penelope jokes, just loud enough for Aaron to hear as Emily squeezes her arm a little tighter, “Although I wouldn’t say no to another niece or nephew.”

“Emily.”

She looks over her shoulder at her husband as he follows them, Derek and Dave on either side of him chuckling as they all walk into the elevator.

“I’m sorry,” she says, narrowing her eyes at Penelope, “That was meant to be a secret.”

“I knew it,” Dave chuckles, “I knew you guys disappeared that night.”

“I thought it was fairly obvious,” Spencer says, his eyebrows furrowing as the doors close and Aaron presses the button. Emily glares at Spencer as the elevator starts to move and he swallows thickly, averting her gaze, “It’s just the date of the day we all went out was exactly 37 weeks and 4 days before Rosie was born, and Emily’s last period was 2 weeks before that, so-”

“Please stop talking,” Emily says, cutting over him, feeling a sense of achievement when he looks suitably afraid as the doors to the elevator open and she leans into her husband's side, happy to seek him out now they were in the parking garage. “We’ll meet you all at the bar,” She says as they all go their separate ways. She looks up at her husband as they head towards their car and sees the smile on his face, “Why are you smirking?”

“You’re the one who told Garcia,” he says, shrugging, “And you couldn’t even have been drunk.”

She bites her lip to try and contain her smile, “I was pregnant and hormonal,” she says, attempting to defend herself. She sighs when he simply raises an eyebrow at her and she opens the passenger door, waiting for him to join her in the car before she continues, “Pen does this thing when she’s had a couple of drinks where she’ll…trick me into telling her things about our sex life.”

Aaron shakes his head at her as he starts to drive, “What kind of tricks?”

Emily scrunches her nose up and looks at him, “She implies that you’re really vanilla in bed. And I feel like I have to defend you.”

There’s a beat of silence before he laughs and he reaches for her hand, lifting it to his lips so he can kiss her knuckles.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but is it really the worst thing in the world if Garcia thinks I’m a missionary with the lights off kind of guy.”

She smiles, sighing again before she looks out of the car window, “I guess not. That’s what I used to think you were into before we got together too.”

“You thought what?”

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Emily smiles as she watches Derek and Penelope dance together, any inhibitions they may have once had long gone, as she sips her second glass of wine. She yawns, leaning back into Aaron as he tightens his hold on her, his arm banding around her waist.

“You ok, sweetheart?” He asks, kissing the side of her head. The smell of scotch flows off of him, something about the scent of it on his skin enough to make her shiver. He’d had more to drink than she had, something she was completely happy with. He rarely let go and had fun around other people, so she was always pleased when he did.

It didn’t hurt that he was handsy drunk either.

She turns her head to look at him, smiling before she leans in to kiss him, “I’m ok,” she replies, kissing him again, tasting the liquor on his lips, “Tired but ok.”

“Want to go home?” He asks, kissing her temple before trailing down to her cheek and then her jaw.

“In a little bit,” she replies, shivering when he kisses her neck, “Jess said we should take all the time we want,” she smiles as she looks at him again, placing her hand over his on her hip, “Apparently we don’t get out enough.”

Aaron laughs, the sound vibrating against her collarbone, “I think I should be offended, but I can’t bring myself to be.”

“I thought we agreed no more babymaking this evening,” JJ says, walking over with a smirk on her face. The rest of the team is just behind her, smiling at the couple. Penelope reaches for her drink in Derek’s hand, the bright-coloured cocktail clearly mostly liquor.

Aaron stops kissing Emily’s skin but doesn’t pull himself away from her entirely like he usually would, keeping his arm firmly around her.

“Trust me JJ, there will be absolutely no more babymaking,” Emily replies, taking another sip of her wine.

“Especially once bossman has his surgery,” Penelope murmurs, chasing the straw in her drink with her tongue, her coordination long gone. Emily feels Aaron’s arm tighten around her, and she tenses too, her eyebrows furrowing at her friend. Penelope’s eyes widen she seems to realise what she’s said, the rest of the team all looking at her, “Oh crap.”

Emily sighs, “What did you do, Pen?”

Penelope curses under her breath, “I…may have seen that Hotch put in a medical leave request, and I may have been concerned about something being wrong so I…” she swallows thickly, purposely not meeting either Aaron or Emily’s eyes, “I may have broken into his HR file and read the request.”

Aaron sighs and shakes his head, and Emily squeezes the hand he still has on her hip, “Garcia, I put that request in 7 hours ago.”

“I know, I’m sorry and I know it’s wrong but I was worried,” she says quickly, her words almost tripping over each other, “And you two are so private and I thought if something was wrong you wouldn’t tell us. I wasn’t going to tell anyone.”

“And yet you did,” JJ says, smiling, “Immediately.”

“Do you ever think this might be exactly why they don’t tell you anything, Baby Girl?” Derek says, a smirk on his face.

“Wait a minute,” Dave says turning to Aaron, cutting over Penelope before she can defend herself, “You’re getting a vasectomy?”

Aaron sighs and nods, “Yes, I am.”

There’s a moment of silence before Dave speaks again, “Why?”

She knows her husband well enough to know he’d never usually explain himself. That the private conversations they’d had as they came to the conclusion that this was the best thing for them would stay just between them. But he holds her a little closer, his love for her thrumming just below the surface of his skin, brought forward by the alcohol in his system, stopping him from keeping it to himself.

“Because my wife had two back-to-back pregnancies and two very long labours. So compared to that this is nothing,” he says, shrugging.

“Why surgery though? Emily has, at most, another 3 or 4 years before-”

Emily cuts Spencer off with nothing more than a glare and a finger pointed in his direction, “Not that it is anyone's business but birth control makes me feel like shit. And you have said far too much about my reproductive system tonight already, Reid. Don’t push it,” she turns back to Penelope, whose smile at Spencer getting shouted at slips off her face when she sees Emily’s focus is back on her, “And you, please stop going through our medical records.”

Aaron’s frown deepens as he looks at Penelope himself, “You’ve done it before?”

JJ laughs and takes a sip of her drink, “How do you think she found out you guys were pregnant?”

Emily looks up at her husband, amusement shining in her eyes, “Both times.”

Penelope looks like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes wide, as Aaron looks back at her.

“I’ll babysit whenever you want me to?” She offers in an attempt to make up for breaching their privacy.

Emily raises an eyebrow at her, “We’ll hold you to that.”

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Emily yawns as she rocks back and forth in the chair in the nursery, lamenting how two glasses of wine had left her with a headache as she feeds her daughter. She smiles down at Rosie, running her fingers over the baby’s soft hair.

“Mommy used to be able to drink so much more than she did last night, sweet girl,” she says, thinking of the days long before she’d had children when she could show up to work hungover but still be effective, “But I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

Rosie pulls away from her and Emily readjusts her shirt before lifting the baby to her shoulder, rubbing gentle but firm circles on her back. She takes a moment to breathe in the scent of her, the baby shampoo and something lingering underneath that just seemed to cling to newborns. She knew it was the right thing for Rosie to be their last baby, even if she was slightly younger, but it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t miss this. Early mornings that seemed to last forever in the moment but went by so fast. Rosie burps and Emily chuckles, kissing the side of her head.

“Good girl.”

She hears a door sneak open before the pitter-patter of tiny feet against the hardwood floor. She smiles when Teddy pushes the ajar door to the nursery all the way.

“Momma!”

She lifts her finger to his lips, shushing him, her smile widening when he does the same thing.

“Be quiet, baby, Daddy and Jack are still asleep,” she says and Teddy nods, “Want to come sit with me and Rosie?”

He rushes over, and she helps him climb into her lap, keeping a now sleeping Rosie against her chest.

“Missed, Momma,”

She kisses her son’s head and holds him closer, “I missed you too, Teddy Bear,” she says, tickling him to hear his sweet laugh, “Did you have fun with Jack and Aunt Jessie.”

He nods before he rests his head on her shoulder, looking at his baby sister on her opposite one.

“Daddy home?”

“Yes, sweetie, Daddy is home,” she replies, thinking of her husband, smiling at the memory of just how drunk he’d got the night before, “He’s still asleep though.”

“No, he isn’t.”

It takes everything in her not to laugh at him as she looks up at him. He’s dishevelled, his hair all over the place just like their sons was, and his pyjamas are askew. He looks exhausted, and she can practically feel his hangover from across the room.

“Dadda!”

Teddy scrambles from her lap and is across the room faster than she thought he could move. She suppresses another laugh at how Aaron winces at their son’s loud voice, his arms already out to catch him to lift him into his arms.

“Hi there, buddy,” he says, his voice gravelling in a way that makes Emily’s stomach flip, “Did you look after Mommy and Rosie whilst I was gone?”

Teddy nods, smiling at his father, “Pancakes?”

Aaron laughs, kissing the side of his head, “Good to know what I’m missed for around here.”

“You have other uses,” Emily says, standing up and walking over, Rosie still sleeping against her, she leans in to kiss Aaron, grimacing slightly at the taste of his breath, “You feeling ok?”

“I’ve been better,” he replies as they walk out of the nursery and towards the stairs, “Did Dave make me drink scotch last night.”

“You didn’t take much convincing,” she says, smirking at him, “Apparently you were toasting the loss of your virility,” she winks at him, “Judging by how keen you were to seduce me when we got home I’d say you could do with it being taken down a peg or two,” she jokes, thinking of how he’d been all over her when they got home, only to fall asleep the moment he laid on the bed.

Aaron groans, “I’ve really got to speak to Garcia about breaking into personal files.”

Emily hums in response, readjusting her hold on Rosie as they walk down the stairs before heading to the kitchen.

“She means well, she just…doesn’t always go about it in the right way.”

He kisses Teddy’s head before putting him in his high chair, “At least we always have one up on her,” he says, his playfulness that he always kept for their home, their family, breaking through from underneath his exhaustion as he winks at her.

Emily blushes slightly at the memory of what he’s talking about, even though it had been over two years ago now. She clears her throat as she leans against the kitchen counter whilst he approaches her. He leans in to kiss Rosie’s head before kissing Emily, smiling against her lips.

“We both promised we’d never tell her,” Emily says, smirking at him, biting her lip to try and contain it, “And anyway, it was your idea.”

He feigns innocence and turns towards the pantry, slowly getting out the ingredients for pancakes.

“Em, sweetheart, love of my life,” he says, looking at her again with his eyebrow raised, “If she found out we had sex in her office during the Christmas party, who do you think she’d blame?”

She groans, disregarding his question as if he hadn’t spoken. “Sometimes when I go in there I swear to god those troll dolls remember what they saw.”

“Let’s just hope she never gets Teddy one seeing as that's most likely when he was conceived,” he replies, yawning and running his hand over their son’s head, messing his hair up even further before he starts to make breakfast, “I think even I’d struggle to keep a straight face.”

They both laugh and miss the sound of Jack’s footsteps down the stairs and across the floor towards the kitchen, only realising he’d joined them when his words break across their laughter, stopping it immediately.

“What does conceived mean?”

-x-

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Nineteen]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 9006

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

Notes: Okay so I’ve been working on updating this and I’ve finally gone through all the chapters already written before I start writing more. It’s changed a lot so I’ve decided it’s just better to completely re-upload it.

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Daisy was warm, stiflingly so. She was sitting behind the desk at the local post office, the location of her new summer job which had necessity after a couple weeks at home. Whereas Lily had been proactive, heading down to the local baths what felt like the moment they’d stepped off the train, she’d wanted to enjoy her summer. However with her sister out of the house most days and then headed off to see Marlene her parents had sort of flocked to her as if she was an only child. It had only taken a couple weeks of her mum nagging her to tidy her room or her dad insisting she help him in the garden from dawn till dusk for her to head out looking for help wanted signs.

The job itself wasn’t too bad. It was a little shop but it catered to the needs of the whole village and she didn’t doubt she’d prefer sitting at a desk to what Lily was doing, watching kids splash each other and chastising spotty teens who’d thought they could get away with a cannonballing into the pool. The only real problem was is that it was kind of boring. Sure it catered to the whole village but given Cokeworth was tiny it meant that day to day trade wasn’t booming. Which was why she was here now, sitting at her desk in an uncomfortably polyester shirt in the rampant August heat, trying not to fall asleep. That was the other problem. In her effort to keep herself awake she found herself overthinking, mostly about Sirius admittedly. Though he never really spoke about his home life much she hadn’t really worried about it, not until his replies to her letters had stopped, even more so when he’d replied completely unlike himself. To make matters worse none of the boys had heard from him either, not even James, and since he was in an all-wizarding household it wasn’t like she could just ring him up and make sure he was fine or at least hear his voice. Remus was the only one with a phone and so he had borne the brunt of her worries as she called him almost every night to see if he had any news.

She was in the middle of thinking about him when her boss, Sharon, entered. Daisy watched as she flitted in, pushing her sunglasses up onto what looked like a freshly blow-dried hairdo, unbothered that she was almost forty-five minutes late. With any of her other colleagues Daisy probably wouldn’t have been bothered but even for a manager Sharon had an air of superiority that Daisy couldn’t gel with.

‘Hiya!’ she said as she waltzed through the shop, heading towards the back room as Daisy muttered a ‘hello’ in return. When she reappeared she stood by Daisy’s side as if waiting for her to get up out of the chair she was sitting in even though Daisy still had five minutes left of her shift. Daisy sighed and slid off the chair, allowing her to take a seat as she said, ‘how’s the shift been? Sorry I’m late by the way, I had to take Brian to the dentist.’ ‘It’s okay,’ she shrugged, ‘I mean I’ve hardly been rushed off my feet.’ ‘Yes well I’m sure there’s been enough to keep you busy,’ Sharon said in a slightly disapproving tone.

Daisy fought the urge to roll her eyes or make a sarcastic comment about her managers own indiscretions. After all she didn’t need any lectures or hassle, not now she was free for the rest of the day. So after a quick run-down of her upcoming shifts she grabbed her bag from the back office and left as quickly as she could.

When she got outside the sun was still beating down, the cobbles on the high street baking under its vibrant rays as did Daisy as she started her walk home. Even though it was a Saturday afternoon the village was almost deserted save for the occasional shopper and a gang of teenagers she didn’t know loitering at the end of the high street by the park. Yet as Daisy got further out of the centre of town, walking towards home, she started feeling odd. As if she were being watched. As casually as she could she looked around, down the lane which had houses on either side, only to find herself alone on the street. And still she couldn’t help but feel eyes on her. Instinctively, she put her hand in her pocket and wrapped her fingers wrapped around the ten-inch mahogany wand inside the handy compartment she’d sewed into her work pants. She walked another ten yards up the lane before making an abrupt turn into the graveyard figuring that if she did have to take her wand out she’d at least be somewhere secluded.

Even on the lane things had been quiet but inside the graveyard was silent. The summer sun was shining down on the headstones, glinting off the marble and into her eyes as she walked past each one, not that it mattered as she was keeping her focus on listening for anything that signalled someone was following her. And about halfway across the graveyard she heard a twig snap. Daisy spun around darting towards the treeline in an attempt to get a better visual of whatever she was looking for. There was no one there but as her eyes scanned the grounds she noticed a pair of eyes watching her from behind an ornate marble headstone. It was a dog, and a bloody big one at that.

Padfoot.

As she rushed forward he ran excitedly towards her only stopping as she did, watching him hesitantly. His black fur was shaggy and unkempt and he seemed bigger than she remembered meaning that the closer she got the more she started to second guess herself. Confused at the hesitance the dog tilted its head.

‘Padfoot, is it you?’ she said, stepping a touch closer. Of course the dog didn’t answer but it came up to her, nuzzling into her thigh as if to confirm it. Daisy felt relief flood through her and dropped to a squat, stroking him under his ears which made his tail wag. Yet before she could say anything else he pulled away from her, trotting away down between a row of graves, leaving her perplexed. She scrambled to follow him, wondering where an earth he could be going and why he wasn’t slowing. In fact he only slowed as they to closer to the church, the ajar door creaking open further as he pushed inside, ignoring Daisy’s hisses at him to stop. She ran inside after him yet as she got there she found the place deserted.

‘Sirius!’ she hissed as she ran down the aisle looking down each pew trying to find him, ‘Sirius where are you!?’ ‘Well you’ll not find me standing at the end of an altar,’ a deep voice replied. Daisy immediately whipped around to find him stood watching her, leaning against a thick stone column, a smile on his face. Even in the sweltering heat he was wearing his leather jacket and a pair of jeans and his hair was longer, shaggy and unruly around his face. Daisy didn’t care about any of it, she rushed forward, flinging her arms around his neck as she embraced him trying to reassure herself that he was here. That all the worrying she had been doing was worth it. He hugged her back, wrapping his arms around her, finding she fit comfortably just under his chin. It was a warm embrace, which admittedly wasn’t the most desirable in this heat, but neither of them seemed to care.

Yet as she pulled back she started to notice that in her haste to touch him, to ensure he was really there with her, she hadn’t observed him properly. And she found that worry start to creep in. His skin was paler than normal, making the dark purple circles underneath his eyes more noticeable. His hair was tangled as if he hadn’t brushed it in a couple of days and his lip looked as if it was healing from being busted.

‘Sirius, what the hell’s going on!’ she said, her hand holding his chin in place as she inspected the cut lip. Sirius pulled out of his grasp with a wince but she couldn’t stop, ‘what are you doing here? Did something happen? I’ve been so worried about you! I mean I wrote to James but-’ ‘Are you going to give me a chance to answer?’ he asked, looking down at her with a smile. Daisy pulled back, moving to go and sit on a pew. He followed her lead, sitting down next to her and slinging an arm up on the back of the wooden bench behind her. As she watched him worriedly he sighed, ‘first of all I’m sorry I got you worried. I couldn’t really respond much.’ ‘James said your mum sometimes stops you,’ Daisy murmured. ‘Kind of,’ Sirius said, ‘she was just reading everything and every time someone wrote to me I got aggro so it was better to just sort of stop. I know it worried you.’ ‘Yeah I was but I’m more worried now,’ she said, ‘what are you doing here?’ ‘Well, that’s sort of a long story,’ he said. Daisy raised her brow waiting for him to continue. Sirius sighed, ‘okay, okay. Well I guess nothing was really going on until recently. I mean I was home and everything was still as terrible as normal but I was making it work by staying out of the way. I spent most of my time in my room and Regulus fulfilled his role as mummy’s favourite child so it wasn’t that bad. But then the social season arrived.’ ‘Social season?’ Daisy asked. ‘Yeah, it’s the same every year. Boring posh pureblood families hosting dinner parties on a rotation. Sure enough they’re hosting at ours and spouting the same disgusting politics and pure-blood mania they always do except it was different this year,’ Sirius said grimly, Daisy swallowed thickly. His eyes were dark and stormy, staring at the stone floor in front of him barely paying her any attention.

‘Why?’ she asked quietly. ‘I mean they always talk about stuff like that but this time was different. Less benign chatter and more like propaganda,’ he admitted, ‘I mean some of their friends didn’t want to know. Happy to spout ludicrous views so long as they didn’t need to put any meaning to it but not all of them did. Pretty soon I realised what they were doing…’ ‘What?’ Daisy asked, confused. ‘Recruiting,’ he said darkly. ‘Recruiting for what?’ she asked, the idea of an impending war flashing back into her brain. ‘Him. ‘He who must not be named’ or whatever rubbish he’s calling himself these days,’ Sirius said grimly. ‘Who is he?’ she asked. ‘A dark wizard, really dark. He wants power, to rule the entirety of wizarding kind, and to do that he needs allies…and well that’s my parents and their friends,’ Sirius said. ‘What they’re his followers?’ Daisy asked incredulously. ‘Yeah, ‘death eaters’ is what they call themselves but I prefer utter pillocks,’ he scoffed. ‘So they’re trying to get others involved?’ she said. ‘Not trying, they’re succeeding,’ Sirius said gloomily, ‘that’s why I left.’ ‘You left?’ Daisy gasped, ‘what like for good?’ ‘I’d had it. They had a party a couple of days ago and invited all of those that wanted to sign up around and he came-’ ‘What like the actual guy?’ Daisy asked, cutting him off. Sirius nodded and replied, ‘yeah, shrouded in all black cloaks and acting like the bloody Queen of England. You should’ve seen the way they fawned over him, binding themselves to him and vowing they’d do whatever he needed to further their cause. Dais it was horrible.’ ‘I bet,’ she whispered. ‘And my parents were front and centre. My mother was tripping over herself to impress him, vowing that her sons would be the first people out of Hogwarts to join his cause…that’s when I knew I had no choice. I had to get out of there,’ he said firmly, and though he seemed firm in his decision she couldn’t help but notice the sadness in his voice. Even if he didn’t like them at the end of the day they were his family.

‘So you came here?’ she asked. ‘Well it wasn’t my first option,’ he admitted, ‘but only because I knew the Potter’s wouldn’t mind if I went there. So I packed my shit and went to James’. ‘So why aren’t you there?’ she said, confused. ‘I’d forgot my jacket,’ he admitted sheepishly, ‘I’d ran up to my room to get it and when I got back to the study Regulus had caught me. I tried to convince him to come with me but he wasn’t having it, spouting the same rubbish at me that my parents do. He’s brainwashed like totally and utterly gone. And before I could get away he called my parents in and they blocked my path. We argued and then I told them I was leaving and never coming back. Needless to say they weren’t exactly devastated but the shame of having a disgrace for a son earned me quite the blinder off my dad,’ he said gesturing to his lip.

‘So you left?’ she said. ‘Yeah, I couldn’t get through the floo network so I just legged it out of there as fast as I could. Only slowed down about a mile from the house and then I realised all my stuff was at the Potter’s and I had no cash so I transformed and started walking,’ he shrugged. ‘You walked all the way here? From where?’ she asked. ‘London,’ he said simply. ‘That’s like a hundred miles,’ she said agog. ‘It’s not too bad a walk as a dog,’ he chuckled, making Daisy giggle despite her shock. As her laughter died down they fell quiet with Daisy eyeing him under her lashes, hoping he wouldn’t see how she was worriedly assessing his condition.

‘So,’ she said, fiddling with a hole in his jeans as she asked, ‘how did you find me?’ ‘Well, I knew you lived in Cokeworth so I headed up here and hung out as Padfoot for a bit. Presumed you’d show up at some point and I spotted you walking into town and heading into the post office so I figured I’d hang about for when you came out,’ he said. ‘That was like seven hours ago!’ she said looking up in shock, ‘why didn’t you just come and see me?!’ ‘I mean I couldn’t exactly walk in as a massive dog now could I?’ he said. ‘Well yeah but you could’ve come in as yourself,’ she countered. ‘I figured once you saw me you’d want an explanation and given you were in your work uniform I guessed it should probably wait,’ he said, ‘don’t worry it’s not been too bad.’ ‘I’m glad,’ she said, ‘so…what’s the plan?’ ‘Well I’d wondered if I could stay with you…just for the night for some food and a place to sleep and then I’ll head on up to James’. He doesn’t live too much further on but I’m knacked,’ he admitted. ‘I’m not surprised! But of course, you can,’ she said, ‘I mean I might have to work around my parents but we can sort it out I’m sure.’ ‘Ace,’ he said. ‘Come on,’ she said standing up and smoothing out her clothes, ‘I hope a ten-minute walk is enough time to think about what the hell we’re going to tell my parents.’

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‘How long?’ Daisy’s mum, Helen, said, eyeing her daughter suspiciously. ‘Just a day or two,’ Daisy said, trying to remain calm, ‘Sharon should be fine by then and he can go home.’ said. ‘I’m not sure Dais,’ Helen replied. As she turned back around to continue with the washing up Daisy looked worriedly at Sirius, who was sitting in dog form by her back door, panting heavily in the summer’s heat. On their walk home they’d discussed what they should tell Daisy’s parents and had promptly decided against the truth. One for fear they’d try and send Sirius home and the other because they realised her mum and dad might not be too keen to have a teenage boy living in her bedroom, even if it was just for a night or two. ‘Oh mum please,’ Daisy said, trying to put as much pleading into her voice as she could, ‘she’s no one else to have him. He’s no trouble honestly.’ ‘Why do you even want to help her? You don’t even like Sharon,’ Lily asked sceptically as she came into the kitchen, watching her sister suspiciously. ‘She’s alright and besides she’s my boss it’s not like I could say no,’ Daisy said, hoping Lily would butt out. If was just her and her mum she had a chance at turning the tide in her favour, as evidenced by the way her mother turned around to look at her, her expression softening. ‘Fine he can stay,’ Helen sighed, pulling her rubber gloves off and pointing at her youngest, mustering as much warning as she could as she added, ‘but as soon as Sharon is sorted he’s out of here okay?’ ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you,’ Daisy said running to her mum and cuddling her. ‘I mean it Dais,’ her mother said, holding her close before she pulled away. ‘I know, I know,’ Daisy said excitedly, beckoning Sirius in from the door, ‘come on Snuffles.’

Sirius bounded in through the back door and immediately heeled at Daisy’s side, nuzzling into her leg as if nudging her forward. Lily watched from the door way, her eyes narrowing as she took in the big shaggy dog now following her sister as she left the kitchen and headed upstairs. Daisy fled upstairs, hurrying Sirius into her bedroom, which thankfully since Petunia had moved out was no longer shared with her twin. He trotted inside, barely allowing her time to turn around and lock the door before he transformed into himself, shirking his jacket off before flinging himself onto her bed and pushing himself back until he was sitting up against the wall.

‘Well, that was easy,’ he said, smiling at her as she turned around. Daisy giggled, climbing onto the bed beside him. ‘To be honest I can’t believe she bought it,’ she smiled, ‘I bloody hate Sharon.’ ‘I can tell,’ he chuckled, falling silent for a moment before he said, ‘thanks by the way. For letting me stay I mean.’ ‘Oh it’s nothing,’ she said waving him off, before adding seriously, ‘I’m just happy you’re out of there.’ ‘Me too,’ he replied regrettably. Daisy watched him sadly but he smiled at her reassuringly, his grey eyes locking with hers for long moment. It made her heart beat harder in her chest but then she was snapped out of it by the sound of knocking at the door. The pair jumped apart, Daisy leaping up and straightening out her hair in an effort to hide the pink on her cheeks having not realised just how close they’d gotten on the bed.

‘Dais?’ Lily’s voice echoed through the wood, the door handle rattling a moment later, ‘why’s the door locked?’ ‘Um, I’m just changing,’ Daisy lied, whipping around as quick as a flash to grab a dirty shirt and pair of shorts of the back of her chair to change into, gesturing for Sirius to turn away which he did so obediently. She got dressed in a flurry but took a moment to compose herself before she opened the door as casually as possible, finding her sister standing behind a suspicious look on her face.

‘What’s up Lil?’ Daisy asked blasély, hanging on the door handle. ‘What’s going on?’ Lily replied seriously, ignoring the look her sister gave her as she pushed past her into the room, her eyes surveying the entire thing suspiciously before they landed on the big shaggy dog now lounging across her sister’s bed. ‘What do you mean?’ Daisy asked, shutting the door behind her and moving to sit on the bed, Sirius instantly nuzzling into her side reassuringly though he couldn’t settle the way her heart was beating under her sister’s scrutinous gaze. ‘You know what I mean,’ Lily said, folding her arms across her chest, ‘what’s with the dog? Because there’s no way you would’ve done anything to help Sharon.’ ‘Well I’m just being a helpful colleague,’ Daisy shrugged. ‘Or you’re up to something,’ Lily reasoned. ‘And what could I possibly be up to?’ she scoffed. ‘I don’t know but I work with Brian, Sharon’s son,’ Lily said, watching the flash of panic on her sister’s face as she added, ‘and he’s not mentioned anything about her being unwell.’ ‘Well she’s not a death’s door,’ Daisy said, wondering how to skirt around this snag in her backstory. ‘He also doesn’t have a dog,’ Lily replied with an air of finality, ‘so, tell me what’s going on.’ Daisy sighed. There were many things she loved about Lily, admired even, but her penchant for being able to sniff out whenever Daisy wasn’t being truthful did grate on her at times. Before she spoke though she looked at Sirius, her eyes asking silently if he would be okay with her telling Lily what was going on. He merely turned his head, burrowing into her side as if to give her permission.

‘Okay, okay, I’ll tell you,’ she conceded, her fingers running through Sirius’ fur as she looked back at her sister, ‘but if I do you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone. Not even mum and dad.’ ‘Daisy you’re worrying me,’ Lily said panicked. ‘Please Lil, promise me you won’t tell a soul,’ Daisy repeated. Lily paused. She knew her sister wouldn’t tell her if she didn’t promise but given the severity of previous secrets kept by her younger sister she was panicked about what she might be about to confess. After a moment she said, ‘fine. I promise.’

‘Well I think it’s better if we show you,’ Daisy said, looking down at Sirius who lifted himself from where he had been laying, his head across her lap. ‘Show me what?’ Lily asked though she needn’t have bothered because in a flash the dog had jumped off the bed, turning into a fully grown boy right in front of her eyes. Lily watched opened mouthed as Sirius smiled at her, before taking a seat back on the bed next to Daisy, enjoying the befuddled look on the redhead’s face. No one spoke for a moment. Daisy too nervous to, Lily too surprised to make words form, and Sirius too sensible to know not to get involved between them. Eventually though Lily managed to make her mouth work, her words coming out louder than intended as she shouted, ‘what the fuck?!’ ‘Bloody hell Lil not so loud,’ Daisy shushed, her eyes darting to the door as if her mum was going to come bursting in any second. ‘Don’t tell me to be quiet,’ Lily retorted, her mind still reeling, ‘your mate just appeared from dog form and I’m supposed to be quiet?’ ‘It’s not a big deal,’ Daisy reasoned. Sirius, knowing it wasn’t a good idea to jump in said nothing. ‘Not a big deal he’s an animagus!’ her sister replied, the last bit whispered as realisation set in. ‘Yeah, a secret animagus!’ Daisy replied through gritted teeth, ‘so shush!’ ‘Oh, even better he’s illegally here as an animagus! Are you trying to get us expelled or thrown in Azkaban for that matter!’ Lily asked. ‘Would you just let me explain?’ Daisy said exasperatedly. Lily looked between the pair of them and then took a seat on the chair by Daisy’s desk, her arms folded and her mouth in a tight line, reminiscent of McGonagall’s, before she said, ‘fine but it better be a bloody good explanation.’

And as if she was pleading her case to her head of house Daisy broke into the tale. She explained how the boys had become animagi for Remus’ benefit, not failing to mention how much it had helped their friend greatly. She told them of what Sirius’ parents had been doing, how he’d had no choice but to flee and had spent days walking all the way to Cokeworth. She told her how she’d had to lie, how if her parents knew the truth they wouldn’t understand and they wouldn’t let him stay. All the while Sirius stayed silent, looking as downtrodden as he could muster to win the redhead’s sympathies though he was trying to suppress an amused smirk at just how well the blonde could turn on the charm when she needed to. Unfortunately though he couldn’t read Lily that well. Where he could tell Daisy was on the offensive she remained an enigma, her eyes flitting to him every so often, but her mouth in a tight line, never wavering until Daisy finished speaking.

‘So,’ she said as Daisy stopped, ‘you want me to just say nothing about three sixth year students who took it upon themselves to become illegal animagi? And keep it to myself that one student has run away from home and is walking half the length of the country? Not to mention lie to mum and dad so he can stay here under false pretences? ‘He’s got nowhere to go Lil! Please just let us do this for a day or two?’ Daisy pleaded, watching as Lily considered it carefully before she sighed and grumbled, ‘ugh fine.’ ‘Really?’ Daisy said with excitement. ‘Really. I mean I suppose it’s not Sirius’ fault that his parents are well you know,’ she said, throwing him a sympathetic look that he shrugged off. He didn’t need her to apologise for his parents, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t thought himself. Lily continued, ‘not that I condone breaking the law. Or not telling anyone you’ve left home. Or-’ ‘Well the breaking the law thing is an old issue,’ Daisy reasoned. Lily rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah and in my defence I was trying to tell the Potter’s I’d run away,’ Sirius said, ‘but I promise I’ll tell McGonagall once I’m back at school though maybe not about the animagi thing.’ ‘Well I suppose it’s better than nothing,’ Lily said wryly. ‘So he can stay then?’ Daisy said after a beat. Lily nodded. ‘And I won’t say anything to mum or dad but promise me you’ll be careful?’ Lily begged, ‘no making too much noise or getting lax with him being in the house. If they find out they’ll flip and I’m not being grounded over this.’ ‘I promise,’ Daisy said leaning forward off the bed so she could hug her sister. Lily hugged her back and then stood up. ‘Right, I’ll head downstairs and keep mum busy so you can sort yourselves out,’ she said, looking between the pair of them in a way that made Daisy’s heart thump again. Then she flounced out, shutting the door behind her and heading downstairs.

‘So,’ Daisy said, turning around and looking at Sirius, suddenly realising that the two of them were completely alone in her bedroom which seemed even smaller with him in it. ‘So,’ he said with a smile, moving back onto the bed so he was rested against the wall. Daisy perched on the edge of it. ‘What should we do? I mean we could play a board game or something?’ she said, fiddling with the bed sheet nervously, ‘or Lily’s got a few books she’ll lend us. We could even play cards, the muggle version of course I don’t have the magical version though I don’t know if you can even play exploding snap here. With it being magic and all-’ ‘I’m happy with whatever,’ Sirius said interrupting her rambling, causing her big green eyes to look at him, ‘it’s just nice to be a house where you don’t feel on tenterhooks all the time.’ ‘Yeah until we’re worrying about my parents or Lily barging in,’ she countered, clambering onto the bed beside him. He felt giant beside her, taking up more space than she’d anticipated in her tiny single bed though he was only half a foot taller than her. And yet she didn’t mind it. In fact she leant into him, her head resting on his shoulder gently.

‘Thanks by the way,’ he said after a moment of quiet. ‘For what?’ she asked quietly, staring at her crumpled work uniform strewn over the back of her chair. ‘For everything,’ he said earnestly, ‘it means a lot.’ ‘It’s not a big deal. I’d do anything for you,’ she said, her cheeks flushing in a way she was glad he couldn’t see as she added, ‘any of you lot. I mean you guys are my family you know.’ ‘The only family I’ve got,’ Sirius whispered.

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‘I don’t think that’s such a good idea,’ Helen said from her chair, watching her daughter over the top of her reading glasses with an apologetic gaze. ‘It’s only a couple of hours,’ Daisy pleaded. ‘But you’re on your own my love,’ Helen reason, ‘and your dad is more than happy to drive you.’ ‘No!’ Daisy said with a bit too much force, causing Sirius’ ears to prick up from where he’d been laying at her feet, pretending not to listen. This had been his life for the past three days. When he wasn’t following Daisy around in dog form, pretending to be the world’s most well-behaved canine, they were holed away in her room. Of course he hadn’t intended to stay this long but his idea of walking the rest of the way to James’ the day after he’d arrived had immediately been shot down by Daisy, and to his surprise Lily, who’d convinced him he might as well stay a few days and the pair of them go together up to the Potter’s as planned. And he was thankful he’d listened because even when it wasn’t ideal like the amount of time he spent in dog form, being snuck food in secret, or cramped in Daisy’s tiny bed to save sleeping on the floor it wasn’t all bad. In her room he could be himself, spending time with her playing board games or listening to music, and they managed to get out and about, sometimes even with Lily in tow, under the guise of walking the dog. It was the most fun he’d had all summer. The only snag was that upon telling her mother her plans to head to the Potter’s on the train alone Helen had become worried, insisting her father drop her off given it wasn’t all that far.

‘What?’ Helen said exasperatedly, ‘oh Daisy don’t be so dramatic. It’s just that I don’t think it’s wise for a young girl to be getting the train on her own.’ ‘It’s not that far!’ Daisy protested. ‘Even so I don’t like the idea of you on your own love,’ Helen reasoned. ‘What if I take snuffles?’ Daisy asked, making Sirius raise his head up at the mention of his name. Helen glanced at the dog with a frown. ‘I don’t know if your boss will like him going with you I mean didn’t you say she’d want him back soon,’ Helen said. Daisy bit her lip feeling every yarn she attempted to spin unravel before it gained traction. Every option felt like hard work. If she told them she was on her own her mother would insist she go with her dad instead of on the train. If she went with her dad Sirius would either have to walk it on his own or risk being cramped up for two hours in their tiny car and though he’d mastered staying in form he grew weary of it after a while. And she didn’t dare broach the idea of having human Sirius anywhere near her parents. Sure they knew about her new found friendships with the marauders but Daisy may have skated over just how entangled their lives had become this past year. And, love them as she did she was sure her parents would have a coronary at the idea of her being alone with a teenage boy for any amount of time. Especially one still sporting a black eye and a healing fat lip.

‘She won’t mind, right Lil?’ Daisy said, looking at her sister with eyes pleading for help. Lily looked up from her book, which she had been given by her new book buddy Remus, and said, ‘what?’ ‘I said, I don’t think that Sharon would mind me bringing Snuffles to James’ for a bit,’ she said. ‘I don’t know, I don’t think it’s fair to Snuffles dragging him all that way,’ Lily goaded, smirking as Daisy’s face fell into a scowl, ‘I mean why doesn’t he just stay here? I’ll look after him.’ ‘Or,’ Daisy said, challenging her sister, ‘Snuffles could stay here and you could come with me! James said you’re invited if you want to come and two of us on the train together is alright right mum? I mean you were happy for Lil to go out and about when she stayed at Mar’s because they were together.’ ‘Well, maybe if you both went that wouldn’t be so bad,’ Helen said, contemplating her daughter’s point. ‘I am not going to James Potter’s house,’ Lily said with disgust, narrowing her eyes at Daisy who widened hers threateningly. Lily sighed, ‘Dais is right mum. I mean I’m sure she’ll be fine on the train with a dog and Brian would probably even go and pick Snuffles up when they need him back.’ ‘Well, I guess it is only a couple of hours and he is such a big dog I doubt even the conductor will come near you… okay fine,’ Helen relented. Daisy leapt up and dashed over to hug her as her mum mumbled, ‘but you must call when you get there! And someone must meet you on the other platform!’ ‘Of course! I’ll go and write to James right now!’ Daisy squeaked happily before dashing out of the room, Sirius following behind her instantly. As she disappeared Helen rolled her eyes, an act that made her look the spitting image of her daughters and chuckled, ‘she’s a nutter, that child of mine.’ ‘You don’t even know half of it,’ Lily said with a sigh as her eyes fell back to her book.

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By the following day, the plan was set in motion. Daisy had packed all her things and was currently cramming everything into the boot of her Dad’s car as her mum waited by the front door, watching with a sad look though she smiled as Daisy turned around.

‘Now then,’ Helen said, placing her hands on Daisy’s shoulders as she stood in front of her, ‘promise me you’ll be careful.’ ‘I will,’ Daisy promised. ‘Don’t speak to any strangers or wander off. Just get on the train and off okay. And keep Snuffles close to you at all times,’ Helen said, ‘oh and make sure you ring once you’re at the other station okay?’ ‘Okay, okay,’ Daisy said, rolling her eyes. ‘I mean it, Dais,’ Helen said seriously, ‘I’m trusting you to be responsible. Getting to your friends and getting back to school.’ ‘James’ parents have sorted it all out,’ Daisy promised. ‘Well good,’ Helen said, ‘speaking of your friends I want you to promise me you’ll stay out of trouble this year okay? No funny business you hear me? You need to knuckle down, I don’t want any letters from the headmaster this year, okay?’ ‘I swear it,’ Daisy said, though she felt a nudge from Sirius’ wet snout that gave her the idea that wasn’t going to happen. ‘I’ll see you at Christmas, my love,’ Helen said, pulling her in for a hug. Daisy hugged her back, offering her mother a reassuring smile before she pulled out of her arms. Though as she did she found Sirius had disappeared around the other side of the car, in what she was sure was an attempt to escape watching the motherly affection she was being smothered by. ‘Bye mum, love you,’ Daisy said. ‘Love you too sweetheart,’ Helen replied, moving back to stand on the doorstep as Daisy climbed into the car, Sirius climbing in after her and immediately settled down on the seat beside her, his head propped up on her thigh. Her father, Alan, was sitting in the driver’s seat, chattering away about the radio to Lily who was sitting beside him, though upon noticing everyone was ready he turned on the ignition and pulled onto the street. Daisy looked out the window as they drove away, watching as her mother grew smaller and smaller in the rearview, her hand stroking Sirius’ head absentmindedly.

Fortunately it didn’t take long to get to the train station and soon enough they were parked up outside, Daisy trying to get her mountains of luggage out of the boot it had been crammed into, with Sirius waiting patiently on the pavement, unable to help. As Daisy heaved the last trunk out of the car, allowing it’s weight to bring it to the floor with a crash, Lily giggled.

‘Don’t laugh,’ Daisy smirked, ‘I don’t know how I’m going to get this lot to the train.’ ‘Don’t worry I’ll give you a hand,’ Lily said, rolling her eyes and grabbing one of the many items of baggage Daisy had with her. ‘Don’t be long Lil I’ve only got fifteen minutes free here,’ Alan called from the front of the car, leaning out of his window to look at the girls now standing on the pavement. ‘We won’t,’ Lily promised. ‘Bye Dad!’ Daisy said, moving to the front of the car and leaning in to look through the window as low as she could reach when laden with luggage. ‘Bye Dais,’ he said with a smile, ‘have a good term.’ ‘I will,’ Daisy promised. ‘And behave,’ he winked. ‘I will,’ Daisy giggled. ‘You’re home for Christmas this time right?’ he asked, Daisy nodded ignoring the twinge of guilt over missing last year, ‘see you at King’s Cross then eh?’ ‘See you then,’ Daisy grinned before turning around to head in, finding Lily and Sirius waiting for her near the entrance, thankfully now with most of her luggage laden on a trolley. It wasn’t too busy inside the station but after so long in the car she was conscious of getting Sirius back into his regular self and so looked to her sister and said, ‘can you go and sort our tickets out why I find somewhere to change?’ ‘Change?’ Lily asked, getting the hint as Daisy’s gaze flitted to the dog beside her, ‘oh change right. Yeah sure. Leave your stuff with me.’ ‘Not be long,’ Daisy said, before heading off in search of somewhere secluded. It didn’t take long, her quest ending as she found that the small station only had two toilets, one of which was rather large and vacant. She quickly hurried Sirius inside. She’d barely been able to close the door behind them before he was transforming into himself, stretching his neck as though it was stiff.

‘Are you okay?’ she asked as he moved to the mirror, fluffing out his hair so it wasn’t in his eyes. ‘Yeah I’m fine,’ he said, smiling at her, ‘bloody warm in that car though.’ ‘I know,’ she said, ‘and sorry about my dad’s singing.’ ‘He’s got some pipes on him I’ll give him that,’ Sirius grinned. ‘A unique vocal style I’d say,’ she quipped. ‘Definitely though I wasn’t paying much attention. I was too focused on the ear scratch,’ he said with a grin that made her feel hotter than she had been in the car. ‘Come on Lil’ll be waiting,’ she said, thanking god she had an excuse to get out of there and stop her hands from sweating. Sirius didn’t seem to notice her haste, following behind her as they headed back towards the entrance, finding Lily waiting in the foyer though as she clocked them she started moving, pushing the trolley past them as she said, ‘come on you two your train will be here any minute.’

Neither of them argued, allowing her to lead them to the correct platform where the train was already pulling in. As it docked Lily pushed the cart towards Sirius who took it dutifully, heading towards the train to load Daisy’s things on whilst the pair of them said goodbye.

‘Well, that’s you off then,’ Lily said, handing the tickets to her sister with a sad smile. ‘Sure you don’t want to join us?’ Daisy said with a smirk. ‘Definitely not,’ Lily replied, wrinkling her face in disgust. ‘Fine, I guess I’ll have to settle for seeing you on the Hogwarts express yeah?’ Daisy grinned. ‘Yeah, I guess,’ Lily said, disappointment on her face. ‘C’mon Lil it’s not forever,’ Daisy reasoned, ‘besides you went to see Mar for practically the same amount of time.’ ‘I know, I know,’ Lily said, ‘I guess I just feel like we’ve barely seen each other this summer. I’ve been with Mar; you’ve had Sirius and well you’re away now. It’s not even like I have Sev to hang around with.’ ‘Like I said you can always come with,’ Daisy reasoned. Lily rolled her eyes, ‘and two weeks is nothing. First week back at school you’ll be sick of me I bet.’ ‘Probably,’ Lily giggled. As she spoke Sirius emerged at the train door, looking at the pair apologetically as he said, ‘Dais, we gotta go.’ ‘Coming,’ Daisy said, not looking up at him. Instead she leant in and wrapped herself around her sister who hugged her back immediately, but as the conductor blew the whistle she pushed her away, nudging her towards Sirius and the train. Daisy threw her sister one last smile and climbed aboard, waving back at her for a moment before she disappeared into the carriage, leaving the redhead standing alone on the platform, trying to ignore the jealous feeling that niggled at her as she watched her sister head off to the James Potter’s house.

Even though their route to James’ village wasn’t a direct one the journey was a relatively quick, only slowed down by the change to car at the station and the fact it took Daisy twenty minutes to get her hands on a phone so she could call home. Yet they made it, the sleek black car pulling effortlessly into the long drive of the manor, and immediately being descended on by three rambunctious boys.

And unfortunately for Daisy the day didn’t slow down any from there. Whilst Sirius was shepherded into the drawing room for a talk with Euphemia and Fleamont, Daisy was dragged out to the quidditch field, her belongings left behind in the foyer. Fortunately James’ insistence she play was negated the moment Sirius appeared, meaning she was allowed to umpire from the ground, the boys darting around in the sky above her as she watched amusedly, until finally they were all called in for dinner.

And the party didn’t stop there. Having not seen each other in so long dinner took longer than ever, everyone recapping their summers and their O.W.L. results, before everyone retired to the drawing room for a night of boardgames. It had been a nice night for Daisy, but as they got into yet another round of a wizards trivia game she hardly knew any answers for she felt her eyelids grow heavy, dragging her into slumber where she sat.

‘Oh, Daisy dear you look as if you’re dead on your feet!’ Euphemia said startling Daisy, who was tucked into Sirius’ side, her head on his shoulder, awake. ‘Oh, I’m okay,’ she said with a yawn. She felt Sirius’ body rumble with a chuckle next to her. ‘You can go to bed if you want Dais,’ James said. ‘Maybe you should all call it a night,’ Fleamont said, ‘I mean you’ve got a couple of weeks together after all.’ ‘Your father’s right James. Up to bed all of you,’ Euphemia agreed. There was a grumble from James but his friends, too polite to argue with their doting host, nodded and clambered up off the couches, heading to bed. Once in the foyer Remus, Peter and James headed for the stairs but Daisy lingered at the bottom, remembering she’d had been moved to the annexe for the duration of their stay to save her from spending two weeks on a camp bed. Seeing her stop Sirius did too.

‘What’s up?’ he asked, stopping on the first step. James who was only one more further stopped too. ‘Nothing, I’m in the annexe tonight right,’ she said, gesturing to the long hallway where her bedroom was. ‘Oh yeah,’ Sirius muttered. ‘You know where it is right?’ James asked, realising in his excitement he’d forgotten to show her. ‘Yeah, through that door right?’ Daisy asked. ‘Yeah third one down,’ he nodded, ‘I can show you if you want.’ ‘Nah it’s okay I’ll find it,’ she smiled. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ Sirius asked worriedly, ‘sleeping out there I mean.’ ‘It’s not a third world country mate,’ James said rolling his eyes. ‘I know,’ Sirius said defensively, ‘it’s just a bit far from everyone isn’t it?’ ‘Daisy’s a big girl and I’m sure she’ll be okay,’ James said, unsure as to why the other boy was fussing so much. ‘James is right,’ Daisy smiled, ‘I’ll be fine.’ ‘See,’ James said, leaning forward to give Daisy a one-armed hug, ‘night Dais.’ ‘Night,’ she replied, smiling at him before her eyes went to Sirius who still looked unsure but allowed her to hug him briefly as she said, ‘night Pads.’ ‘Yeah, night,’ he mumbled, watching as she disappeared down the hall towards her room. When he stopped he found James watching him curiously but he ignored him, stalking off up the stairs at a pace, the younger boy following behind him as quick as he could.

‘What was that about?’ James said the moment they were in his room, the door closed firmly behind them. ‘What?’ Sirius asked, not looking at him as he grabbed his trunk off the floor and threw it on the bed, flinging it open, happy to see his own clothes for a change and not something he’d stolen off Daisy’s dad. ‘You asking Daisy if she was okay in the annexe,’ James said ‘I just thought she might be lonely out there, that’s all,’ he shrugged as he pulled out a pair of pyjamas. ‘You sure that’s all it was?’ James said with a raised eyebrow. ‘Yeah what else would it be,’ Sirius scoffed. ‘I don’t know. It just felt weird I mean-’ James reasoned but Sirius cut him off. ‘I said that’s all it was,’ Sirius grunted, and before James could protest he grabbed his things off the bed and headed into the bathroom, slamming the door loudly behind him.

When he got inside he threw his clothes on the toilet lid, ignoring them as he observed himself in the mirror. He looked different, older, as if the summer had added ten years onto him. He supposed he knew why. Walking on eggshells for an entire childhood and an impeding war was bound to take a toll on a man even if he’d played it as cool as possible. In fact the only time in the past month he’d felt like he wasn’t pretending to be okay was when he was around Daisy which is probably why he was reluctant to spend a night without her. She seemed to calm him. Even snoring in his ear as she smushed against him in her tiny single bed he felt more comforted than he did in his own room. He’d even take sleeping on the camp bed to have her in the room with him. Not that he could tell James that.

He change quickly and walked back into the room, climbing into James’ four poster in silence. James didn’t speak either, seemingly having taken offence at his friend’s sharp tongue, and headed to the bathroom himself, emerging a couple of minutes later and sliding into bed beside him without a word. The two of them lay in the quiet until eventually James’ breathing grew deeper signalling he’d fallen asleep. Sirius however couldn’t sleep. His eyes stung from tiredness but he couldn’t stop his mind from whirring. About his family, about the war, about Daisy, until finally he couldn’t cope and got out of bed and strolled to the window to look out. It wasn’t really dark yet, the summer’s night casting a blue hue over the gardens, yet as he looked down at the annexe he spotted a light on, partially illuminating the patio. So, without a thought he headed downstairs towards the light.

Moving from the cosy drawing room and into the colder annexe and thin pyjamas had woken Daisy up a bit so when a knock echoed on her door she was still up, reading a book Lily had given her to pass on to Remus.

‘Come in,’ Daisy said curiously, wondering who it could be though as the door opened she found Sirius standing hesitantly behind it. ‘Hey, everything okay?’ she said, watching as he hesitated before deciding to come in and perch at the end of her bed. Sirius nodded, though his expression didn’t support that. In fact he looked, nervous. And it worried her to ask, ‘are you sure?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said, swallowing hard before he said, ‘no…I don’t know.’

He was quiet for a moment, looking at his sock covered feet instead of her, which worried her. So she climbed out from under the covers until she was sitting beside him, wrapping her arm around him as she waited for him to speak. She didn’t push. Over the time she had spent with him she had realised there was very little point to do so. She didn’t blame him, given the household he’d grown up in, getting his feelings out wasn’t always easy, but so long as she was patient, whatever was bothering him would soon come out. She just had to let him decide when that was.

‘You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,’ she said, ‘we can just sit here for a bit.’ ‘Nah it’s okay,’ he mumbled, ‘I guess I just feel confused.’ ‘About what?’ she asked, pulling back from where she’d been cuddled into his side to look at him, her wide green eyes roving over his face which made his stomach flip-flop and only added to his confusion. ‘Everything,’ he admitted, ‘I mean don’t get me wrong I’m glad I’m out of that place but I don’t feel right putting on James’ parents you know? I mean they assured me I was fine to stay here whenever I want especially until the end of school.’ ‘That’s what they wanted to speak to you about,’ Daisy concluded. ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘and I get that they’re well-meaning and I love them for it. I just feel conflicted.’ ‘That’s understandable,’ she said, resting her head back against him, ‘but they love you like you’re theirs so it’s not a bad thing.’ ‘I guess,’ he shrugged, ‘it’s not just that…’ ‘What is it?’ she said looking at him, making his mouth dry up immediately the words he’d wanted to say getting stuck in his throat.

What he wanted to tell her was how much he had come to cherish her over the past year. How she had been a welcome relief in a painful summer and that the past few days at her house had been some of the best he’d ever had even if he was forced to live it as a dog. He wanted to tell her how pretty he thought she was and how anyone would be lucky to call her theirs. The more he thought about what he wanted to say the more he realised that what he wanted to say was; I think I love you. But he didn’t. He couldn’t get the words out past his lips so he said, ‘I feel bad on you all the way out here. You know on your own and that.’ Daisy giggled loudly, ‘you’re conflicted about me having my own proper bed and sleeping in a room as big as my house! Oh, Pads don’t worry about me.’ ‘Haha,’ he mumbled, ‘yeah I guess you’re right…I just thought you’d be distraught not to have my snoring nearby.’ ‘Oh, I’m heartbroken to have to sleep in this comfy bed like a starfish with absolutely no noise to wake me up. Or no dog breath on my face,’ she mushed. ‘I suppose when you put it like that,’ he said, getting up, ‘I suppose I better leave you to it.’ ‘Only if that’s all you wanted to speak about?’ she asked, quirking her eyebrow. Sirius nodded. ‘Yeah, I’ve got it all off my chest,’ he said leaning down to give her a hug. Her arms snaked up around his neck and pulled him into her. Sirius revelled in the warmth of her trying to will his heart to stop hammering. If she’d have let him he would’ve stayed there all night but eventually she pulled away, forcing him to stand back up.

‘Night Pads,’ she said with a smile as she pushed herself back into the bed and got settled. ‘Night Dais,’ Sirius said, heading to the door quietly. As he trudged back to his room, slipping back into bed beside a snoring James, he thought of her. None of his troubles had gone away of course and yet she’d somehow put him at ease. As always.

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aajjks · 10 months ago

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Part 1

TC!Jungkook

Cranking his neck from left to right, the king of Corea, tiredly. goes over all of the wedding decor his fiancé has picked out. As much as he doesn’t care about the wedding itself as much as he does getting that ring on his little loves finger, it’s the least he can do for her. After all, it would make her really happy to see him so active into her dream wedding. Maybe score some brownie points for himself while he’s at it. Trying to win the heart of the women you stalked and abducted isn’t the easiest task. Knock Knock He hears coming from the large and heavy office doors. Confused y who could be behind the door when it’s so late into the night, in walks the love of his life. “Hey Jungkook..” Yn whispers quietly as she shuts the door gently behind her. The king can’t help but stare at his beautiful bride to be. Just by watching her walk, he can tell she has nothing on underneath the thin robe. The way he can see to top of her breast as they bounce with her walk, the way her thigh pokes out with each step, not even socks on her feet. The only thing Yn is wearing aside from her robe is the engagement ring given to her by the man with hungry eyes. “Just a few more weeks and I’ll have her. Just wait until the wedding. Just until the wedding and then I can finally rip those clothes off and fuck her just like I want! Just a few more weeks..”Jungkook would repeat in his head daily and yet it never stopped the boner that popped up every time. The only sounds either can hear are the quiet footsteps the future queen takes as she rounds his desk to come stand beside him. “You’re looking over the thing I picked out for the wedding?” She asks shocked. “You just can’t wait to marry me, can’t you.” Yn whispers as she runs a hand through her stalkers hair. Gently taking her hands from his hair, she runs them down to the back of his neck, and rubs. Leaning on the top of his back, pushing her breast up against his shoulder blades, she leans down to whisper in his ear “You like that, baby? Squeezing her hands just a little harder before she stands up and runs one of her hands under Jungkooks jaw to gently pull him towards her breast to rest the back of his head between them. Taking the unoccupied hand to rub over clothed covered chest and down his abs. No a sound can be heard other than Jungkooks heavy breathing. “What has you so excited about the wedding?” Yn asks “It can’t be because you’re so ready to spend so much money on a one day celebration, no..” She teases him.. “It’s definitely not that you’ll be to see everybody in the kingdom all together.” The future queen of Corea jokes as she runs her fingers ever so slowly over slightly trembling stalker. “I think I know.. You’re excited for what gets to happen after the party.. You’re excited to fuck me, aren’t you baby” She says as she pinches his nipple. Not hard enough to hurt but not easy enough to where he didn’t feel the pleasure from it. Leaning down to whisper in his ear “That’s what this is all about, isn’t it. You can’t wait to be inside me, feeling me up all night long.” Grasping his ear with her teeth. “I can’t wait to feel how deep you’ll be. I want you to cum inside me, fill me up with you. Make me yours in every single way you can.” Slowly licking and bitting his earlobe as she works her hands on his nipples. “I think about so much, how good the stretch is going to feel.. I know you said you wanted to wait until marriage before we have sex and I respect your decision not to stuff me full of your cock..” He shivers when we feels her breath on his neck. She pushes his chair away from the desk just enough for her to squeeze between his sitting form in the chair, and desk. Lifting herself to sit on the desk, spreading her legs with the robe covering herself. Curling her finger at Jungkook, encouraging him to scoot up close to her. In a trance, listens wordlessly to her comment.

“Yn? My love? Ahhh what are you doing here? Umm it’s pretty late… a-and you’re only wearing a robe… what if someone saw you? Like this? This view should be for my eyes only. A-And why are you looking at me like that? Oh yes I was. Actually you’re so good at your wedding plans yn… I’m so proud of you… sorry I just can’t stop staring…. I’m going to look away I promise- of course I’m excited to marry you- haha what? Maybe… what? So why do you think I’m… excited?”

He asks you but you’re looking at him, right infront of him.. and why are you in a robe… that barely covers your beautiful body..

“Yn… haha… yes.. I-I want… to fuck you…” he stutters when you push his head suddenly between your breasts, he’s already getting so nervous. “Y-Yn… ahh.” He Mewls when you bite at his earlobe, running your tongue around. “Ah.. well… I’m a virgin… but I cannot stop having these lewd thoughts about you..” he confesses like a sinner.

Your words are so filthy and your hands feel so good around his nipple, your smell so good, all soapy and vanilla. Oh this is so good.

“W-What are you doing yn- this is in-inappropriate… I-I won’t touch you until marriage- p-please..” he’s begging but your lips feel so hot and before he can lose it you get away, seeing his head and you kick away the chair before he can comprehend anything, you sit on his desk, spreading your shiny legs, and he’s just watching like a hawk.

What’s gotten into you? You hated him.

“Y-Yn… what’s going on..” he asks but soon he’s following your command, closing the distance between you two.

#ask: tc!jungkook #omg anon 😩😮‍💨

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puzzlingmagic · 1 month ago

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Chapter One: Dying Alone

Summary: Hermione's life is changed forever.

Words: 4.2K

Warnings: 18+, Talks of medical conditions, break ups, and death.

A/N: Hello! Welcome to my first Dramione story! I hope you enjoy it enough to continue reading after this first chapter!

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June 2004

“I’m sorry Miss Granger..” The Healer said; Hermione could hear the pity in his voice, it made her chest constrict painfully. Or was that the curse? She couldn't tell anymore. “There’s nothing more we can do. I’m afraid it’s terminal.”

Terminal.

That was never good. She remembered that word from when old Mr. Harris next door got sick when she was seven. Cancer her parents had said. He was gone a few weeks later. Would she go just as quickly?

Closing her eyes she fisted her hands into the skirt of her sundress, the fabric keeping her nails from piercing the skin on her palms. Trying to keep her voice from shaking she took a deep breath and looked at the man across the desk from her. “You're sure?”

“Unfortunately,” Healer Greenwich sighed, closing her file he set his folded hands on top of it as he leaned forward a bit. “We have exhausted all treatments and nothing has shown any sort of improvement. I'm sorry.”

Blinking the tears from her eyes she lifted her head up towards the ceiling. “How long?”

“Given the rate at which it's spreading and how your magic is depleting, I'd say three months, maybe four if you're lucky. All we can do now is set you up with a few potions to hopefully make this transition easier and when the time comes we can help you pass peacefully.”

So that was it then.

Nodding, she took a fortifying breath. Feeling her throat start to close with emotion, she weakly pushed out. “Okay… okay.”

The room went quiet again, the only sounds were the scratching of a quill on parchment and their breathing. Unclenching her hands from her skirt she brought the trembling appendage to her chest trying to rub the pain away. It wouldn't help. It never did.

It started a year ago. The pain in her chest. Not enough to worry her, honestly, she thought it was just anxiety or a pulled muscle from stretching weird. She spent a lot of time hunched over her desk at the ministry and when she finally allowed herself to move she could feel her joints pop and her muscles constrict in odd ways. She just brushed it off with the thought that it would go away after a few days. It didn't.

It finally took her not being able to get a full breath in without her chest feeling like a hippogriff was crushing it that she finally caved and went to St. Mungos. The Healers couldn’t figure it out. So they asked about her medical history, her allergies, if she had been working on potions, or with any magical plants. Through painful short breaths she told them no, but did go into detail about Antonin Dolohov's flame whip and how Madam Pomfrey had cured it in fifth year. How Bellatrix Lestrange tortured her on the drawing room floor of Malfoy Manor. Her tests were showing that she was in significant pain but everything diagnostic charm they performed came back normal. No one knew what was happening.

It wasn't until one random healer with a pair of modified Omnioculars found the issue that turned her into a medical mystery. There was a mass sitting on the bottom of her left lung the size of a snitch. It had fused with the tissue and made itself at home. Bringing with it a curse. And it was growing, spreading like roots in the ground, taking up valuable space in her lungs and pressing them against her heart. And the thing that made the curse grow? Her very own magical core. It would take her magic and use it to burrow deeper, spreading until she suffocated. Slowly. Painfully.

She's been every week at St. Mungos since then so they can observe and make attempts at healing it. But nothing helped. No healer, potion master, or curse breaker was successful. Not even the Unspeakable they called in was able to do anything about it.

So in no uncertain terms… She was a dead woman walking. Another victim of the Second Wizarding War and it was all thanks to Antonin Dolohov. At least they assumed it was him. He was the only one to hit her in the chest, and with a curse that could have killed her on the spot if she hadn't silenced him beforehand. It may not have gotten her then but it sure as hell was doing its best now. All those potions Madam Pomfrey made her take and somehow this small bit was missed. So it sat there feeding off her for years until it could finally take her out.

She had to hand it to Dolohov. Wherever the hell he was, he sure knew how to get in one last fuck you to the Mudblood. An unbreakable curse sitting in her chest like a time bomb.

“Here are your prescriptions. Just the normal ones; pain potion, calming draught, and dreamless sleep if you need it. This should be enough for a few months.”

“Thank you.” She mumbled as she leaned forward to take the paperwork from him. The three pieces of parchment feel heavy in her hand. Her end of life care plan. Potions to make her life easier as she slowly suffocated and they finally put her out of her misery. “Can I get a copy of the new papers for my records please?”

“Of course. Just give me a moment.” They usually didn't do this but she was a special case. She wanted to have something that showed they tried. Something she could look at when she had questions or needed a moment to just stare at her own mortality. With a wave of his wand and a muttered spell, he made a copy of the new pages and handed them over to her. “Here you are. Please don't hesitate to come back if anything feels wrong or you need assistance and when you’re ready we can make you as comfortable as we can. I'm sorry we couldn't do more.”

Nodding, she said a quiet farewell and shoved all the papers into her beaded bag. It's the one she's had since the war, the one she keeps everything in. It brings her peace knowing that everything she needs is at her fingertips. Crossing her arms around her middle she walks slowly from the Healers office and to the lifts that would take her out into the lobby and out of St. Mungos. The fresh air felt nice on her skin and in her ruined lungs. With every breath she could feel the curse taking up more and more space, she thinks she could feel the tendrils moving as it feasted on her magic, spreading like ivy. Choking her from the inside.

Shaking her head she pulls her light cardigan closer around her and starts off down the street. That appointment didn’t take as long as she thought it was going to and now she made her way down the street towards the Leaky so she could head into Diagon Alley. She needed to grab her new batch of potions before she headed home for the night.

It was odd watching people as she walked, her flats barely making a sound on the concrete as she passed others on the street. All these people moving about their lives while she felt like hers had come to a screeching halt.

‘Four months if I’m lucky…’ Sighing, she continued towards the old pub. The streets around her seemed to blur as she moved through the quickly growing crowds and loud cars as Hermione lost herself in her thoughts. Once she recognized the street she was on she looked at the sign when it came into view and gave a slight smile, she remembered seeing that sign for the first time when she was eleven. The first time her and her parents had entered into the magical world to collect her school things for her first year at Hogwarts.

She missed her parents more than anything at times like this, all she wanted to do was curl up with her mum while she played with her hair and her dad made them all tea. She had made the decision during the war that with one simple spell she would erase herself from their lives and send them off. To protect them from the evils that were trying to eradicate her and her kind. Once it was over she made the trip to Melbourne to bring them home, but she had underestimated her abilities and no matter how hard she tried there was no bringing their memories back. Leaving them to live their lives in Australia was the best solution for them. It was that or insanity according to the Australian Ministry. Now they would never know about the death of their only daughter left behind here in England.

Pushing the old door open she gave a wave to Hannah Abbott behind the bar as she headed through the spread out tables and towards the back of the pub that would take her to Diagon. Hannah had taken over as owner and landlady of the pub after poor Tom had passed away two years ago. Closing the back entrance behind her she pulled out her wand and tapped the bricks that blocked her path waiting patiently as it scraped and shifted out of the way for her. Moving through the barrier she nodded her head to a few people who called out to her as she made her way to the northside of the alley, she could see the apothecary just up ahead and was able to slip inside before she was called again.

A bell rang above her head as she entered.

“Just a minute!” A voice called from the back.

“Take your time!” She called in answer as she looked around. It was the same as it always was. Ingredients for brewing sat in jars and boxes on shelves and large barrels took up much floor space to the right side of the store while pre-made ready to buy potions sat on the left. Her potions, though common, wouldn't be there. The Healers at St. Mungos made hers a little stronger to help fight the pain in her chest that normal potions couldn’t control anymore.

“Alright, sorry ‘bout tha- oh! Miss Granger! Pleasure to see ya again!” Bonnie smiled as she wiped her hands on her apron coming to stand behind the counter at the back of the store. “How are you feelin’? Any better?”

Hermione smiled at the older woman sadly and shook her head pulling open her bag to look for the papers. “Unfortunately no. It seems to have gotten worse. Healer Greenwich says there’s nothing to be done. I have a few prescriptions for some potions though if you have the time?”

“I’m sorry to ‘ear that. Of course, of course I ‘ave the time.” She said forlornly, holding her hand out for the pieces of parchment. Taking them gently from her hands she flipped through them and nodded her head. “Quite a bit more than normal…”

Hermione decided to ignore the sad look in her eyes. She’s come to know Bonnie and her husband, Atlas, very well over the last year. She would miss them when the time came.

“I’ve been stockin’ up for ya.” Bonnie said, looking over at her with a small smile. “Let me go get these. Shouldn’t take much time.”

“Thank you Bonnie,” Hermione muttered as she watched the witch head to the back to collect her potions. She knew Bonnie was aware of what was happening… She's been running this place long enough to know what this means.

It only took twenty minutes for Bonnie to come back out with a bag full of the little clinking vials. Placing them on the counter she gave Hermione another small sad smile as she rang her out at the register. “Fifteen galleons, love.”

“That doesn’t seem like enough..” Hermione said, pulling her coin purse from her beaded bag and started to count the gold coins.

“You ‘ave other things to worry about right now..” She said taking the coins once Hermione had pulled out fifteen. Placing them in the drawer, she closed it with her hip, and came around the counter pulling the younger witch into a hug.

Tears stung her eyes as she hugged her back. She didn't know how badly she needed a hug.

“You take care of yourself darlin’.” Bonnie mumbled into her hair before pulling back and rubbing her shoulders.

“You as well.” Hermione nodded, wiping a finger under her eyes before taking the bag of potions and placing them in her beaded one. Giving a small wave she left the shop, her heart feeling heavy. She would most likely never see them again. Taking a shuddering breath, Hermione started to walk back down the Alley back towards the pub. She loved Diagon. Taking a moment to look around at all the shops that decorated the street, some old, some new, but everything felt the same. Gringotts still stood proudly at the end of the path, the inside of the bank and roof brand new thanks to her and the boys riding a dragon out of the vaults all those years ago.

At times she missed all the adventures she, Harry, and Ron had gone on.

Shaking her head, Hermione continued down her path. She stopped again when the sign for Knockturn Alley caught her eye… she had heard rumors… steeling her nerves she looked around for a second before starting down the street to the part of Diagon that not many people traveled. She had to see for herself if the rumors were true.

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An hour later Hermione found herself sitting on the patio of a small muggle Cafe, a barely touched lemon glaze scone and a half drunk cappuccino in front of her with one additional potion in her bag.

The rumors had been true and it took some convincing but she had one. Just as a precaution she told herself, a way to end things on her terms. Picking up her cup she took a sip of the now warm drink and watched a child skip down the street holding her mother's hand. She used to do that. Played her own invisible game of hopscotch as she held her parents hands as they walked. She smiled a little.

Ron wanted children. Hell, she wanted children. Harry and Ginny just had little James a month ago and all the other Weasley brothers and wives had their own kids running around now. Her and Ron were the only ones left. But she couldn't give him what he wanted. She had been putting it off for a year now, not wanting to put the full responsibility of parenthood on his shoulders if she died, not to mention she didn't know what this curse would do to an unborn child. She didn't have enough time left to go through a full pregnancy. In all honesty she had been hoping the Healers could do something but… she’d have to tell Ron. Tonight. She couldn't keep hiding this from him.

Taking a second bite of her scone, her stomach twisted with unease, but she finished her coffee anyway and wrapped the rest of the pastry in a napkin for later. Her appetite had been dwindling recently, she wasn't sure if that was the curse or her new found depression but she decided not to think about it. Pulling her bag open she pulled out a few notes to place on the table to cover her bill and stacked her dishes for the waitress. Wrapping the strings of her bag around her wrist she stood up, said a quiet goodbye to the waitress coming her way, and headed home.

It was time to face the music. The Healers told her that apparition was risky with her condition, all that twisting and pulling wasn’t good on her lungs, but she was tired of walking and just wanted to get home. Walking towards the nearest apparition point she looked around the alley before she pulled her wand from the extended pocket in her cardigan and with a twist she felt that pull at her naval and she was gone. Landing in a different alley a few houses down from hers. Hermione stumbled as she lost her footing, the world around her spinning for a moment as she dropped her wand. The pain surged, her heart beating double time, as her lungs constricted a bit, her throat tight. Wincing, she leaned against the wall behind her and coughed trying to clear the curse from her lungs that would never leave and after a few moments the pain dulled, her heart slowed, and her throat opened again leaving her to catch her breath before she was able to pick her wand back up and tuck it away again. Taking another moment to steady herself, she took a breath and moved one foot in front of the other, leaving the alley and down the street to her home.

Her parents' home really. The home she grew up in, the home she found out she was a witch in when Professor McGonagall visited with her Hogwarts letter. Standing outside the gates to the house she thought of her parents again. Her mum had planted flowers in her garden every summer and like clock work her dad would throw snowballs at them as they made snowmen before they wrapped themselves up in blankets and sat by the fire inside with hot chocolate when she was home for the holidays. Good memories, happy memories, the ones she thought about when she needed to bring out her patronus. Pushing the gate open she walked up the short walkway and opened the door letting it close behind her with a little click. Crookshanks greeted her at the door like he always did, meowing and purring as he did a little figure eight between her legs. Dropping her bag gently on the small table next to the door she smiled at her familiar. “Hello Crooks. Ron, I’m home!”

“In the living room.”

The tone of his voice made her pause just as she bent down to pick up the half kneazle. Taking another breath she wrapped the furry creature into her arms and walked into the room giving him a small smile. “How was your day?”

Ron sat on the armchair next to the couch, his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. “Fine. Yours?”

‘Could have been better…’ She thought as she took a seat on the couch, Crookshanks meowed as she sat him down on the couch next to her. “Fine. Ron there's something I nee-”

“Are we alright?”

“I’m sorry?” Hermione asked as she looked up at him in confusion.

“Us. Are we okay?” He asked again, looking up at her from under his lashes. He looked upset, but she couldn’t tell if it was anger or sadness that was currently playing on his features. She usually had an easier time telling his moods apart.

“Of course we are. Why wouldn't we be?”

“It's just .. What's going on ‘Mione?” Ron sighed sadly, his expression was one of heartbreak. At least she was able to tell now that he was actually full on looking at her. “You're pulling away from me. You have been for months now. Did I do something?”

“No! Merlin, Ron no. You- you didn't do anything.” Hermione said, leaning forward and shaking her head at him. “Wh-”

“Is it the idea of kids? I know Mum’s been pushing for them, we are the only ones left without them. Is that it? Do you not want any?”

“Ron… It's not that…”

“Then what?” He asked in exasperation. Blinking, he looked away from her for a moment, like he finally landed on a new thought that made him breath harshly, before quietly asking, “Are you cheating on me?”

“What?” Shaking her head Hermione looked at him in complete shock. Of all the things to accuse her of, that's what he chose? When had she ever given him that idea?!

“Just tell me the truth.”

“No Ronald! Why would you think that?!”

“What am I supposed to think? You think I don’t notice?” Ron sneered standing up from the chair to pace in front of the coffee table between them. “You’ve stopped any kind of intimacy I try to have with you for a while now. You leave work early once a week and when you come home it's well into the night and you're exhausted.”

“You honestly think I would do that to you?” She said standing up to be on equal ground with him. She hated when he would try to intimidate her with his height. Hermione felt her heart start to speed up and the pain pulsed just a bit making her take a moment to calm herself before she sighed, how could she explain to him that she was so exhausted because she was being used as a test subject at St. Mungos? “I would never do that. You know I would never do that.”

He just gave her a look that told her he wasn’t sure and she knew at that moment it would be pointless to try and convince him otherwise. If she told him now about her curse would he even believe her? Hermione knew he had a bit of a temper and when he let his mind wander he could convince himself of anything. Like when that damn locket was around his neck and he was so sure she and Harry had slept together on the Horcrux hunt. This many years later and she was still trying to get him to believe that it never happened.

Clearing his throat he shook his head biting his lip before he made up his mind. “I think we need some time away from each other.”

Hermione blinked at him. Shocked. This was not how she saw this conversation going. Softly she asked, “You’re breaking up with me?”

“It might be better for the both of us right now.” Ron said as he moved around the living room and towards the stairs that would lead him up to their shared room. “We need to clear our heads. Maybe we can try again in a few months after we’ve thought about what we really want. I’ll pack and go stay at my parents house for a while...”

But all she had left was a few months… This was all happening so fast. She felt like her world was collapsing as she listened to him walk up the stairs. After a moment she took her seat again on the couch with her face in her hands. She definitely couldn’t tell him now. He would either believe her and stay out of guilt or some perceived duty or he would think she was using it as an excuse to hide this so-called affair he had concocted in his mind and resent her for the rest of her very short life. Wiping at her eyes she leaned back on the couch, Crookshanks purring as he moved to cuddle up in her lap. He didn’t like it when his mistress was upset. Pawing at her hand, he rubbed his face on her palm when she moved it to give him absentminded pets. Today was just not her day.

~*~*~*~*~

Ron came down the stairs about an hour later two duffle bags filled with his things. She was sure he had to use a shrinking charm to get his Chudley Cannons memorabilia to fit inside at least one of them. Placing the bags down in front of the fireplace he turned to look at her where she stood in the kitchen doorway, a glass of wine in her hand and tears on her cheeks. “If you need anything you know where to find me.”

“Mhm,” She nodded as she emptied the glass in two large swallows. Licking the wine from her bottom lip she watched as he grabbed his bags, slinging them on his shoulders, and then grabbed a handful of floo powder from the mantle. They had connected it to the floo network when they took over the home. It was easier to travel that way.

“I guess I’ll see you later then.” He said as he stepped into the fireplace. He gave her one last glance and she wasn’t sure what he wanted her to say at this point. But there was only one thing to say.

“Goodbye Ronald.” She muttered.

Nodding, he tossed the powder down and called out for the Burrow and in a whoosh of green smoke he was gone. For the first time in six years Hermione found herself completely and utterly alone. Looking down at the cat by her feet she let a tear drop from her lashes. “It’s just us now Crooks.”

With a choked sigh she wandered back into the kitchen, placed the empty glass in the sink, and grabbed the open bottle of wine from the counter taking a swig straight from the bottle. Who needed a wine glass anyway? Not bothering to wipe away her tears any longer she held up the bottle in a mock salute, “Here’s to dying alone.”

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Chapter List - Forward

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exanimateisacomic · 9 months ago

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When Eliza met Luis

The stale circulated air seemingly dripped with misery and anguish. The yellowish haze from the fluorescent lights filled the space with a static buzz and was the cause of many migraines.

She hated it here, even without all these ailments, she truly hated this office deep down in her core. If she could remember who she was in life, she might’ve found the strength to flee this land of paperclips and grey carpets. But she doesn’t so she hasn’t and suffering she continues.

She made her way through the crowd that was ever present within these drywall enclosures. Everyone had desks that they could be sitting at, tolling away at their never-ending tasks given to them and yet here they were, stepping over each other and squishing past one another. And the shouting…

“Get that file to him!”

“That has to be duplicated and sent to her”

“That needs signatures and faxed to the northern offices.”

The words seem to drone on, pounding her temples and adding to her inner distress. She thought to herself ‘At least one’s said-‘

“Hey look out! Extra large Eliza is coming through!” Someone shouted over the chaos. Even though business needed to be done, it didn't stop many eyes from prying away from their work to look at the large demon just trying to get to her desk for her lunch break. There were a few chortles and some repeats of that nickname. Eliza pushed her glasses up her blunt hooked nose and used her hand to cover her face in shame until she was able to duck into an unused conference room. She couldn’t make it to her desk, not with the mob out there.

Luckily she had been clutching onto her meal from the cafeteria, a sad tuna salad sandwich, low-sodium chips, and a diet soda. Somehow it cost a whole day and a half of pay.

She pulled out one of the office chairs and sat at the conference table, setting out her food and getting ready to eat. On the wall opposite her was a TV that was muted, playing the headline that had been running for a few weeks now. About some rouge demon soldier who deserted from the army mid-mission and ran off with a ton of money and there’s a reward out for his death.

‘That would be nice, a big payout for some loser. It would be enough for me to get out of this dump’ she thought as he bitterly took a bite of the surprisingly bland sandwich.

They flashed his name once more as the talking head rambled on about this fiend. “Luis Lynch, such a crude name.” she muttered.

She took another bite just as thunder boomed outside, her attention was now drawn to the window where she could see the pain pounding at smudged glass.

"At least I'm inside."

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His feet smacked the pavement hard, causing splashes to kick up and soak his faded slacks. He ducked into the alleyway and pressed himself against the wall behind the dumpster. His heart was in his stomach as he caught his breath.

His drenched green raincoat was the only thing keeping his rail-thin body dry and warm. all he could grab to put on was a faded yellow shirt, the slacks, and his boots. the shirt had the graphic text "FACK" plaster in a chunky font, distressed and falling apart.

‘How the fuck did they find me? I should’ve had another day at least.’ He thought to himself. He grasped tightly at the straps of the two duffle bags he had over his shoulder. Gripping on to all he could grab before the chase began. Raising his head to peek over the lip of the dumpster to see if his assailants were after him still. He caught sight of some fuck in uniform

‘Shit’ he reflexively reached for his service revolver from his shoulder holster and gripped the walnut grip tightly, thumb resting on the hammer. His mind was now a roulette wheel, spinning between fight or flight. He was never one for direct one-on-one conflicts and there were eyes all over looking for him, taking out this uniform would spell disaster. Glancing around him, he happens to catch sight of an ajar door leading into the unsuspecting building he was crouching near.

Flight it is.

Glancing over once more at the busy street, he saw the uniform's head face the other way. He eased out of his squat and slinked over and into the door. Direct conflict wasn’t Luis’ cup of tea, stealth was.

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Eliza crumpled up her empty bag of chips, grabbed the rest of her meal rubbish, and walked over to the open bin that was over by the corner of the room. As the trash hit the bottom, the door swung open, slamming into the wall with a thunderous BOOM. eliza immediately dived to the ground, the conference table providing cover for her.

Luis looked around the empty room, seeing nothing but a long table in the middle of the room, a few chairs lining the sides of it, a counter with a TV, and a trash can in the far left corner.

‘Safe’ he thought as he tossed the bags onto the table, his gun slipping from his grip and landing with a THUNK and sliding onto the table, settling towards the edge but not quite toppling over. he didn't even notice as he was busy trying to calm himself down after the flurry of rushing through the door and slinking into this unused room.

Eliza flinched at the sound of the gun hitting the table and glanced up just in time to see it stopping just shy of the edge. The dark wood of the grip seemingly enticed her. She crawled over and slowly peered over the table to see the goddam fugitive from the news pacing around the opposite end of the room. He hadn’t noticed her, something she was just a bit surprised by, given how often he was singled out by her co-workers. Her stare shot back to the gun.

An idea popped into her head. She often had ideas like this but there was never any reason to act on them... until today.

Luis paced back and forth in a small spot, his hands running through his wet and greasy hair. He stopped and stared at the floor, rain dripping from his coat. He reached into his interior breast pocket for his smokes as he plotted his next move.

Taking a bent-up cigarette from the crumpled soft pack, he popped it into his mouth and snapped his fingers, the friction from his index and thumb acting like a flint as his thumb caught on fire and settled into a small flame similar to a lighter. As he raised his thumb to the loosely packed cigarette he heard the hammer on his gun cock back.

“There’s n-no smoking here sir…” a mature-sounding voice sad from the opposite end. “No, sorry. I meant Luis.”

His eyes widened in shock as he snapped his head over to see who had gotten the better of him.. and locked eyes with the stunning beaut of a demon. If it weren’t for the drab office outfit, he could’ve sworn she was an angel or actress. even though he'd been with plenty of women before, and yet she made him feel different.

“Oh wow, you're beautiful.” He muttered aloud as he snuffed out his thumb and raised his hands up in compliance.

Eliza froze for a minute, taken aback by the man’s comment. “You can't woo me that easily, Lynch!” she said, trying to hide her bashful expression.

Luis nodded “I wasn't trying to but good to know.” He was able to tell that his comment affected her a bit. he glanced over at the TV and saw the headlines about his desertion and subsequent chase. they flashed his bounty once more “Wait, that’s my bounty?”

Eliza flicked her eyes over to the screen and then quickly back to Luis “Y-yes, it is." She said. Suddenly feeling more confident, she continued “And in-in my opinion, I think they’re offering too much for a degenerate like you.“

Luis was taken aback by the woman's words, he hadn't said anything yet to upset her. This was hate that came from deep within her. He lowered his hand out in front of him “no, I mean that I stole way more than-“ He said

Eliza stepped forward, thrusting the gun towards him “No, no you don't get to interrupt me! I spent a lot of time in this shit hole either getting ignored for my contributions or getting harassed like all the other girls in this god-forsaken place and now you- you slinky, waterlogged creep! You listen to me! The way I see it I can shoot your sorry ass and drag you to the cops and get that reward, maybe then I'll-" The frenzy had begun to dull in her eyes. "I’ll… uh…” As she became lost in thought, she straightened her back, revealing her true stature of seven feet.

Luis looked up at her, a mix of fear and arousal running through his body, as she was looking for a conclusion. “Oh my, you're quite tall…" he muttered

Eliza didn't seem to hear him, her focus was on getting her thoughts together. “Damn, I had more I wanted to say but now it’s not there." she shook her head and brought her focus back to Luis.

"Regardless, I’m in control here and I want out of this goddamn life and you're gonna be the ticket to that!"

Luis nodded “Sounds reasonable."

Eliza couldn't hide her shock. "eh?" the way he just casually agreed with her really was out of left field

Luis slowly brought his hands down and picked the cigarette out of his mouth, the filter was now frayed and smushed from being in his mouth. "I mean, I get it. why else do you think I'd do something like abandon mid-mission, take an obscene amount of money from the army, and flee?"

She stared him down, her face turning into a scowl in thought. "I dunno, because you're weird?"

Luis shrugged "I mean, I am. but that isn't why." he pointed to his head "It's because I remembered." he said, grinning smugly.

She let out a gasp.

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“I remembered who I was in my human life. They said it wasn’t possible for demons.” His smarmy smile with a missing front tooth was all she could focus on.

"You..." she shook her head "Liar, I'm calling bullshit!" she said, white-knuckling the pistol in her hand and now actively sticking the barrel in Luis' face.

He continued to smile as he spoke.

"I was quite the character in life. all I did was drugs, booze, and women. My parents all but wrote me off if it weren't for the support of my kid brother." he said calmly. "he'd always stick his neck out for me and believed I could be better. I really looked up to him. and he-"

Suddenly his smile faded and his eyes went misty.

"He was the target of the damnation mission I was on not too long ago."

Eliza slowly pulled the gun away from his face. She'd heard of these missions, hell she even had to file some of the processing files once or twice.

Demon soldiers go to the surface and cause the deaths of humans to harvest their souls to be used in places like her office.

"He was a sentimental guy. had a Polaroid of us framed in his house. I passed away not long after this was taken." he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a photo with one of the edges slightly burnt. he held it up to her.

She squinted at the photo, she then took off her large glasses so she could see better.

Luis was shocked once more at her beauty, being able to see her orange marmalade eyes.

Eliza’s vision finally came into focus, a shot of two young men in some living room. One was a nerdy type of guy with glasses that had thick lenses and the other was a strung-out beanpole of a guy, cigarette hanging off his lips, and a beer in his hand. her eyes looked over to Luis and back to the Beanpole drunk in the photo.

"Holy shit... so it is possible..." She muttered. Her grip relaxed as she let her arm fall to her side.

"By the time I remembered everything, it was too late for him. now he's somewhere in this realm of existence because of me. I couldn't continue my services knowing what I did. so...I ran."

As Luis looked back at the tv, that’s when Eliza grasped his jacket lapel and brought him closer to her, practically lifting him up in the air.

“Okay Luis, you’ve proved your point. But what’s gonna stop me from killing you?” She said.

“Uh-how about a date?” He said with a smile and a light chuckle

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sloanerisette · 2 years ago

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Love in the First Degree

A few years ago I got some rather lascivious art commissioned of Joe and Mimi, and I’ve wanted to write something for it ever since, and like two years later, here it finally is! I’m, uh, gonna put all this under a read more because it’s smut! It’s outright smut! Don’t click the readmore if you don’t want to read smut!

Title: Love in the First Degree Rating: Explicit Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46299025 Summary: Mimi has been oh so pent up lately and with her boyfriend constantly busy with his residency and she working on her own business, there's been no chance for her to get any chance of release.

At least not until the brilliant idea comes to mind to visit Joe at his work and give him a proposition she just knows he won't be able to turn down.

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Did Mimi Tachikawa love Joe Kido?

Of course, there was no question about that.

Had they both been going through a lot lately with work?

Definitely.

But did that mean Mimi wasn’t absolutely, utterly pent up from the past few stressful weeks without any release in the form of her boyfriend pounding her as hard as possible?

Without a doubt.

The entire day at work so far, she had been in her office, trying to get anything done and coming up short each time. The new accessory line she was conceptualizing just wasn’t happening today, and Mimi knew that if the past few days were any indication, she’d be sitting at her desk all day, coming up with half-baked sketches that she’d absolutely abhor.

A long, frustrated groan fell from her lips as she tossed her pen aside, not caring at the moment that it rolled off her desk and fell onto the floor. She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms, unable to stop herself from pouting and frowning. She needed to do something about this.

Sure, she could go home for lunch, go to town on herself, and come back to try and focus, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t help nearly as much because she’d just be thinking about Joe.

“Aw, screw it. I’m taking this in my own hands,” she grumbled to herself, pushing herself up with nothing short of fiery determination in her eyes. She left her office, determined as ever, bidding goodbye to everyone and jetting back home as quickly as she could.

Searching through her closet to find just what to wear to wow her man wasn’t difficult in the slightest. The idea came to her when she was on the train, and she knew in an instant that Joe would be speechless as soon as he saw her. Though it made digging through the closets much more of an arduous experience, she was glad she had made sure to save just about every outfit she’d ever worn— even ones that she had long outgrown.

As her eyes lingered across various outfits, she noticed her old, trademark cowboy dress and hat, smiling to herself as she plucked some hangers out and started to change.

Of course, given how little skin this outfit covered, she made sure to call a cab to the hospital he was doing his residency at, if only to avoid any awkward and bad situations on the train.

Hopefully the hospital didn’t outright turn her away as soon as they saw what she was wearing…

…Then again, no one could stand strong against the legendary Mimi Tachikawa charm.

When the trip ended and she stepped out of the cab, Mimi was just glad that these boots still fit, because otherwise it would have ruined the point of the whole outfit if she had to abandon them for something else. She sucked in a deep breath and plastered on a wide, confident smile, then started to strut into the hospital, pushing down the nerves that were telling her this was going to blow up in her face.

Once she entered, the receptionist’s eyes went wide, and Mimi was silently grateful that the lobby was basically empty. She tugged her far-too-short skirt down a bit to hide the view of her panties from the poor woman sitting behind the desk, but still presented that bright smile as she walked up to her.

“Hi!” she chirped happily in greeting. She splayed her hands out against the counter and leaned forward, feeling her shirt ride up slightly, ignoring that to focus on the woman in front of her. “Do you happen to know what floor Joe Kido is on today? I’m his girlfriend and was hoping to find him?”

The poor receptionist stared up at her with wide eyes and a dumbfounded look on her face, in absolute disbelief that a woman who was barely dressed had just marched in there like nothing was wrong, and Mimi would be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little bit guilty.

But sometimes a woman just needed to come a half dozen times and nothing else mattered.

“J-J-J-Joe Kido?” the woman stammered, still unable to take her eyes off of Mimi, and Mimi nodded. After a moment, the woman cleared her throat and looked at her computer, fingers typing away as she willed herself not to look up.

“H-H-He’s on the fourth floor today.”

“Thank you so much!” Mimi said, her hands clasped together before she turned on her heel to head to the elevators. The receptionist let out a quiet sigh and instead began to focus on her work as Mimi walked into the first elevator to open.

She hit the button for the fourth floor, and as the elevator started to whir to life again, Mimi reached down and started to pull her panties off. “Please don’t let there be a camera in here…” she mumbled to herself as she popped one foot up. With a bit of maneuvering and a lot of balance, she managed to get them off, and once they were, she held them up in front of herself. A sly, satisfied smirk came on her face before she held them tight in a balled fist, obscuring them from view.

As the elevator started to reach its destination, Mimi pulled out a tube of lipstick from her bag, applying a fresh coat of bright pink lipstick. She smacked her lips and as the elevator doors opened, she confidently strode out, now a woman on a mission.

She placed a hand on her hip as she looked down each end of the hallway, lips pursed into a thin line as she waited to see if her boyfriend would appear from around a corner. But no luck. Mimi sighed and shook her head.

“Now I just need to find Joe and not get kicked out of here…” she mused under her breath. However, as footsteps rang out from around one corner, Mimi’s eyes went wide and she cursed under her breath before she ran down the other way. She rounded the other corner and stopped near a bathroom, taking a moment to catch her breath.

The fact that maneuvering in these boots and this outfit was hard enough wasn’t helping in her goal of quickly and sneakily finding her boyfriend. She just hoped he would appreciate this whole getup and all the painstaking effort she went to for this.

Her legs were shaking in anticipation, and those butterflies were still in her stomach, and she could feel herself tingling with the want and need for her boyfriend.

She stood where she was, taking a deep breath to steady herself, before she froze when she heard another pair of footsteps rounding the corner. However, she recognized the pair of glasses and the blue hair with ease, and despite the distance, she could see the deep blush on his face.

Joe walked over to her as quickly as he could without breaking into an outright run, looking like he was about to explode once he reached her.

“Mimi! Wh-what’re you doing here? Why are you dressed like this!? You know this is a hospital, right?” he whispered with a strained voice. But it wasn’t lost on Mimi how he looked her up and down, and Mimi had a dangerous grin on her face.

“Now, now, sweetie, is that any way to greet your girlfriend?” she asked, voice low and husky, hoping to start working her magic right away. It seemed to work, as she saw him shiver, and glanced down to watch goosebumps trail along his arms.

“W-well, no, it’s-it’s just that if someone else sees you like this you’ll get kicked out!”

“Well, I made it all the way up here, didn’t I?” she asked, tossing a playful wink his way.

“Yes, but why are you dressed like that?” he asked. Her grin turned into a cute pout as she leaned in close.

“I know we’ve been so busy the past few weeks, and I don’t blame either of us, that’s just work, but…” she trailed off, taking a moment to bite her lip for effect. “I’ve just been so wound up lately… and I need you to help me out.”

Joe audibly gasped, his eyes wide at Mimi’s forthrightness.

“A-At the hospital? Mimi! Why not wait until tonight? When we don’t have the chance to get caught?”

This had the chance to completely and utterly backfire if Joe’s anxiety got out of control, but Mimi was hoping that she would be able to deftly dodge that with her own allure.

She blinked, looking up at him with big eyes, arching her back so her shirt could ride up to show more of her stomach.

“You wouldn’t turn down the chance to do whatever you want, would you?”

Joe choked.

Mimi and him were usually pretty open about things in the bedroom, even though it took plenty of time for him to open up and lighten up with what he wanted to do, but she wanted to do all she could to turn him on as best as she could.

“W-Whatever…?” he repeated slowly.

“Whatever you want.”

Joe swallowed hard, then looked past her down the hall.

“I mean… I guess I could take my lunch break early…” he said. He was jumpy, but somehow she managed to convince him, and that was the ultimate victory. Her eyes trailed down his body and she licked her lips, especially as she looked down to his bottoms to see them getting tighter around the front.

Oh, if he was pent up as she was, then she would barely be able to even walk out of here. With her free hand she grabbed his wrist and dragged him into a nearby supply closet. He let out a yelp as she pulled him along, and as soon as they were in, she slammed the door shut.

The only downside was that it was pitch black as soon as she did that.

She immediately leaned into the door and started to run her hand along the wall, letting out a sigh of relief as the light flipped on. Her fingers deftly locked the door, and she turned to look at Joe, that hungry look on her face. He was still nervous, which wasn’t a surprise, but she knew once they were hot and heavy it would all be good. She took slow, deliberate steps forward, and Joe stepped backwards, as if trying to get away from a lioness on the hunt.

He was backed into the back wall, taking another good look at her and fully taking in her outfit and just how… much it was. The way it rode up and hugged her body so well… he could feel himself heat up, and he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek as he felt his pants getting tighter and tighter.

In a flash, Mimi managed to stamp her leg against the wall right next to his head, and Joe jumped in place, unable to move much now that she had him pinned against the wall.

“Y…You…” he breathed out quietly.

“Yoga has been so helpful,” she purred, unable to help but giggle as she looked up at him. A very small part of Joe was wondering just how Mimi was able to stretch her leg like this with those thigh high boots on, but the rest of him could only process his beautiful girlfriend had him pinned against the wall and they were about to do…

He could barely handle what was running through his mind.

Especially once she pressed her breasts into his chest. Joe’s eyes went wide and all the air was sucked from his lungs.

“You’re not wearing a bra!?” he gasped.

“That’s not all I’m not wearing,” she told him.

Before he could ask just what she meant, she brought up her clenched hand and opened it to reveal a pair of panties. Ones that had blue and white horizontal stripes with a tiny little bow on the front.

“Y-Y-You came here not wearing underwear!?” he shouted.

“I took them off in the elevator so it’d be easier for us,” she told him slyly. “Plus if I was wearing them right now they’d be absolutely soaked.”

Joe’s expression brought Mimi so much joy and she had to do all she could to not have it show on her face. No, she wasn’t ruining all that she had built up in her head for what this would be just because her boyfriend’s reactions were just too adorable.

“Soaked…” he repeated.

Mimi nodded silently. She pressed her breasts into him again and smiled, “And remember, I said you can do whatever you want, so…” she trailed off. Joe’s breathing quickened as he looked at her, not even sure where to start. Every part of Mimi was perfect, and even when the two had sex it almost felt… overwhelming for Joe to get started. Her perfect leg up in the air next to his head certainly didn’t help matters, and he could’ve sworn he got a bit dizzy each time he glanced at it.

With a deep breath, he stretched his fingers, looking again at how Mimi dangled her underwear in front of him so enticingly. They’d definitely need to talk later about just what exactly was appropriate when it came to visiting him at work, but for now…

His right hand moved against her right leg, brushing the inside of her thigh gently, and he could feel the way her body spoke back with a long shiver in response.

“She wasn’t kidding…”

His fingers slowly crept up, not wanting to immediately get to work, knowing that she had come all the way out for something special, and now that she had mentioned it, he was reminded of the fact that his own needs hadn’t been satiated in just as long.

But, this was for Mimi, and as such, she was going to be put first.

Her skin was smooth, and even just tracing along her inner thigh caused a bolt of electricity, of want and need to shoot through him, too. He looked up to see her tilt her head back slightly, to see her suck in a breath, and he knew he was on the right track. He sucked in his own breath, before he moved his thumb to her entrance, gently ghosting it along.

“Ohh…” she moaned out, rolling her neck as she let the initial sensation wash over her.

“This is good?” he asked quietly, and she nodded silently, biting down on her lip.

His thumb continued to make long, gentle strokes, slow and calculated in a way that Joe always did whenever the two were in bed together, in a way that drove Mimi wild every time. Each time he grazed along her clit her shoulders shook and her leg shook, risking her balance were it not for Joe being there to hold onto her hip with his free hand.

Joe brought his hand away, giving his girlfriend a moment to gather herself, before he brought two fingers back to her vagina and slowly entered her, the act feeling agonizingly long to the brunette. She let out a quiet whine, biting down on her lip harder than before as he pushed his fingers in her, feeling her tighten around them.

Mimi worked so hard to create this experience for them: showing up to his work in one of her old, favorite outfits (that now exposed most of her skin), guiding him into a supply closet, and seducing him so he could finger fuck her as hard as she wanted. She was going to come first with all of this.

Well, of course she was going to come first with how he was going to town on her, but— no, now wasn’t the time to get caught up on that!

He kept a slow rhythm to his movements, his wrist swishing in gentle circles as he pumped his fingers inside her, the only sounds being his occasional grunt and her fast breaths.

Joe leaned in close to her, “Do you want me to go faster, now?” he whispered in her ear, his voice low in a way that caused the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. She nodded quickly, unable to say anything as she focused purely on him. Joe sped up, just a touch at first, before gradually rising in speed, as well as pushing his fingers deeper in her with each thrust.

By now, his want to be gentle was slowly giving way to lust and the need to make her come. He continued to speed up, his wrist working in tighter circles as he continued, and with each thrust, Mimi started to cry out, doing her best not to be too loud.

But even the normally anxious Joe— the one who had been so concerned about the fact that she showed up to his work half naked— couldn’t care about her volume control. If anything, it was just driving him wilder, and he could feel his own erection straining against his scrubs.

“Fuck… you feel so good, Mimi…” he breathed out.

“I’m going to come so hard when you’re done,” she said before gasping out for air again.

“With any luck you’re going to come two or three times,” he shot back, unable to help but chuckle at his own joke, and Mimi would’ve joined in his laughter if it wasn’t for the way his thumb hit her clit after another thrust.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cried out in a whisper at the suddenly burst of pleasure that ignited through her core. Joe glanced up to see that beads of sweat started to form at the crown of her head, and, knowing he didn’t want to bring her to her (hopefully first) climax just yet, began to slow down his pace to leave her wanting and yearning for more.

His thrusts were still as strong as before, but each was punctuated by a few moments of his fingers lingering at her entrance before once again giving her the pleasure of pushing into her yet again.

Her juices soaked his hand, and, were he not so laser-focused on her, he would’ve taken the time to savor her taste. Joe swallowed hard, then, after letting his fingers linger just outside her, took a third finger, and slowly started to push himself inside her.

“I’m going to go fast, so don’t be afraid to hold onto me if you need,” he told her, once again taking a moment to look at her perfect leg that was still holding strong against the wall. “Believe me, doing that for this long already is incredible. This is going to be in my mind forever.”

Despite how she yearned for release, how she was still panting, she preened at his praise, flashing him a dazzling smile that almost made his knees buckle at the sight. She took a moment to press her breasts into him again, stealing a long, slow kiss. That smile kept up when she pulled away.

“Make me scream, baby.”

He would gladly do that. Well, he wouldn’t exactly want her to scream, but he was definitely going to give her what she wanted.

He took one last moment to rub circles around her clit, then wasted no time in thrusting inside her. If she had tightened around him before, then he had filled her up in a way that, given how good it was for him, must have been on the verge of euphoric for her. He flicked his wrist as he continued to thrust inside her, going harder, faster, and deeper than he had before, not wanting to stop, and not wanting to give her a moment of reprieve.

He wanted her to fall into orgasm after orgasm from this.

Joe wanted nothing more than to have her come all over his hand and then continuing on and on so it would keep happening.

He pushed harder and deeper in her, going as fast, as hard, as deep as he could, and Mimi’s quickening pants and whimpers were music to his ears. Joe bit down on his lower lip, closing his eyes, breathing heavy as he continued. In, in deeper, and then even deeper, and then repeat.

“I’m gonna come. Holy shit, Joe, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come so hard,” she choked out, head dizzy, resting her forehead against his shoulder as she tried so, so hard to gather her breath. Her leg against the wall was quaking, barely able to hold it still, only able to do so from sheer willpower. She pushed her hips forward, grinding into his fingers as best she could because she couldn’t get enough of him. He could feel her come to her first climax, and that only encouraged Joe to go even harder the he already was.

Even as she was coming, he continued to work her, and her grip on her panties tightened as another wave of pleasure surged through her, nearly causing her knee to buckle. She moaned, louder than the last time, and Joe didn’t even care to shush her this time. He wanted her to be loud, to come as hard as she could, and knowing that his fingers alone were able to cause this much ecstasy in her was something that caused pride to swell in him. But he still wasn’t done.

He kept working his fingers into Mimi, until finally she yelled, and he felt her unclench just slightly, felt her release onto him, and Joe couldn’t help himself from bringing his head back and letting out a long moan, too. She already left his hand slick with her juices as soon as he started, but now, two orgasms in, he was just as soaked as he now imagined her panties would’ve been had she kept them on.

He opened his eyes and saw them bunched up in her hand as she continued to pant to try and recover even just the barest bit, and he had a feeling that whenever he got home that night he’d need to have round two with her, because the sight of Mimi, a glistening mess who could barely stand, hair tousled somehow fashionably, and pussy and legs soaked and dripping in her juices and come…

It was a good thing that most of his tasks for the rest of the day were menial, because there was no possible way he was going to be able to focus on anything other than replaying this in his head over and over.

“I, uh,” he started, taking in a breath, “I think I outdid myself.” A smile played at his lips, and she turned her head just enough to peek open an eye and look at him. Her foot against the wall slowly slid down, now standing on both legs again to keep her balance given how drained she was. Even though she was exhausted, she couldn’t help but smile, too, and once again pressed herself into him.

“You definitely out did me, too,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him playfully. He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head in response.

“I hope that helped you out. Sorry we haven’t really been able to, you know… do that lately,” he said sheepishly, now feeling unable to so much as say the word “sex” now that they were done.

“Oh god, you have no idea. I have no idea how I’ll be able to walk after this,” she grinned, “I didn’t realize a doctor’s hands were so dexterous and strong,” she hummed. Joe blushed a deep crimson hue.

“I, uh, am still a resident, you know,” he told her, and she tsked in response.

“You gotta give yourself more credit, sweetie, especially after you so surgically gave it to me,” she winked.

Joe laughed gently. Nothing about what he did was particularly surgical, considering it was more just working his girlfriend as fast and hard as he possibly could, but he’d relent and take the compliment without more fuss— as hard as it was.

“…Do you think you’d be up to do that again tonight?” he asked after taking a moment to relax and enjoy having her against him like this.

“I can definitely repay the favor,” she said, and already Joe perked up, getting a second wind that would carry him through the rest of his shift. There was no way he could come home exhausted after all of this.

“Well… I’m looking forward to it,” he said, still blushing in a way that was so endearing to her. “Are you going to be able to get home ok?”

Now that was the tricky part she hadn’t thought of when she came up with this grand scheme of hers, but…

“I’ll figure out a way,” she told him, patting him on the chest gently, “I’ll need to clean up first, though.”

Joe nodded slowly, “That’s probably a good idea. There’s a bathroom right nearby, though, uh… you should probably put those back on,” he told her with a pointed glance towards her underwear.

“I’ll do that after I clean up, but wouldn’t it just be a waste if you couldn’t enjoy the fruits of your labor?” she cooed.

Sometimes he was sure this woman would be the death of him.

“W-W-Well, I mean… i-if you insist…” he said, bringing a hand back down to her pussy, placing two fingers in her gently to better coat his fingers, then brought his fingers into his mouth, taking a moment to savor her taste. She watched her boyfriend with anticipation as he licked his lips.

“That’s, uh… that’s really good…” he told her, and she beamed. “It’s, uh, kind of sweet, actually? I like it. A lot.” Mimi let out a gentle moan.

“God that is so hot, Joe, you have no idea,” she told him. He ducked his head sheepishly and glanced away from her.

“R-Really? Well, I’m glad,” he said. He saw her grin from the corner of his eye and once again felt a surge of pride in what he was able to accomplish for her. She stole another lingering kiss, then pulled away.

“I should probably get cleaned up so you can get back to work. Are you sure you’ll be able to handle the rest of today until I can treat you right later?”

“I’ll do my best, though it’s gonna be hard.”

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing that’ll be hard,” she said, looking down at his pants with a sly grin.

“Well, uh,” he coughed into his hand to try and distract from that fact, “Hopefully that isn’t… too hard… for the rest of the day. I’m sure it will be tonight, though.”

“I won’t take up your focus anymore, then, baby,” she told him, once again balling the hand that was holding her panties in a fist to hide them, “I’m gonna clean up and go home so I can try and get a little more work done.”

“Be safe, Meems,” he said, giving her one last peck on the lips before she waved goodbye and started to leave the closet. Joe allowed himself a moment to lean against the wall, letting out a long, content sigh.

“…I think I’m going to have to eat her out tonight, too…” he mumbled to himself.

Mimi looked down each end of the hallway, before quickly ducking into the women’s room, locking the door behind her and wasting no time in grabbing some paper towels to wipe herself off and clean up. Once she was done, she slid her panties on, and took a moment to look at herself in the mirror, more than pleased at the afternoon’s outcome. Another grin slowly tugged on her lips as she leaned forward against the sink.

“He is going to fuck me so hard tonight, I just know it.”

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flameobitch · 2 years ago

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She was everywhere. In her dreams and in her thoughts, in her notes, a shadow in the twilight and a voice in her head.

Clarissa swore she remembered her. Red-haired, tall, sarcastic. This woman was always by her side, towered over her, grinned playfully and was not afraid to wave an antique cane in the air.

Dovey remembered her scent, the smell of green apples and cinnamon. She remembered her voice, melodious, low, so enveloping, drowning. She remembered her eyes, lips, hands, gestures, gait. She remembered what it was like to be in her arms. But no one remembered this woman except herself.

Emma insisted that Clarissa was just dreaming about her. She said that the headmistress of the fairy tale school was overloaded with preparations for the new school season, that her mind had invented an entire personality.

But Dovey didn't think so. She couldn't come up with all these sharp jokes, all these phrases ranting about inequality and injustice towards her, couldn't come up with fate and trauma for this woman, couldn't come up with love for her. But she still couldn't remember her name.

She came in dreams. Gently stroked her hair and whispered endearments, hugged and comforted, kissed. The tall woman, who did not give her name, affectionately called her her princess and laughed. This woman with a halo of red hair stood in front of the window, peering into the forest, and dreamed of the sky, and found a house next door to her in the same bed.

The fairy knew that she was not a dream or a figment of the imagination, but she knew that one day there would come a day when this woman would no longer be there. Clarissa didn't want to forget her.

****

- You should rest.

Professor Anemon, the dean of the Department of the History of Magic, a rather petite woman, sat down impressively in a chair opposite Dovey's desk. She turned the empty glass in her hand and pushed it away, folded her hands on the table.

The headmistress turned away uncertainly and her short golden hair swayed to the beat.

- Really, you look tired, - Emma got up and walked over to her friend, resting her hands on both sides of the woman, - Clarissa, you know you can trust me, right?

Dovey sighed wearily and nodded.

- And you know that I will always help you?

Another nod.

- Then tell me what's going on.

Fairy Godmother is pumping a chair, shutting off an overly caring friend.

- I'm not kidding. You haven't been yourself for a week. Yesterday Bella came up to me, says that you yelled at the girl! I don't understand, it's not you. Please let me help you.

Emma Anemon, the keeper of history, has indeed always been there for the past few hundred years. She had never given her a reason to doubt herself, but now Dovey understood that even she could not help her.

- I remember her-

- Oh Gods, seriously?

Clarissa whirled on the history professor and glared at her.

- I remember. You. No.

- Honey, we've already talked about this. There is no woman. There is not and never has been.

- No, she was, I know!

- You just want to think so. Honey, you-

- Go away," the headmistress whispered, pressing herself into the armrests of the chair.

- what?

- I said go away.

Clarissa Dovey, the headmistress of the School of Fairy Tales, did not understand how it was possible to forget such a woman. And if her friends couldn't help her find out her name, then she would turn to older exhibits-school records.

After all, there was no other choice. The woman from the dreams did not stop asking her to remember her.

#sge fanart #sge netflix #sge movie #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #professor dovey #dovesso #clarissa dovey #lady lesso #leonora lesso #emma anemone #michelle yeoh #kerry washington #charlize theron

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago

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has harry ever come before yn? and how did he react to it

warning: um this is straight up filth, sorry (not sorry)

CEO!H

“Baby, c’mon,” He huffs in frustration, his thumb slips once again because she’s just so wet for him.

“M’trying!” YN bites back, “You’re expecting me to come in two seconds all because you got yourself worked up by rubbing your dick on my tattoo.”

Harry can’t deny even after a few years of the ink being on his wife’s bum doesn’t make it any less hot to him.

It takes one more harsh pump of his hips before he’s groaning and coming, his fingers faltering on her bud once again.

YN is whining - these displeased, spoiled little noises that prickle the skin on the back of his neck and grit of his teeth.

“Y’sucha god damn brat,” Her husband spits out, not even enjoying his release because of his impatient, perfect wife.

“M’not,” YN retorts as she flips onto her back and lays down, not even disgusting her pout.

“Out of the hundreds and hundreds of times I’ve fucked you and made sure y’finished first - the one time y’dont you want to get all huffing and bent out of shape.”

YN squints at him, because he’s not wrong, she chooses to bite back with a bit of attitude, “Well you had some clumsy fingers tonight.”

Harry barks out a laugh, spreading her legs roughly, and muttering, “I’ll fuckin’ show clumsy fingers.”

Then continues on to make her come twice if his fingers along just because.

MLBrry

“Oh my god,” YN giggles loudly when Harry curses as he spills inside her - legitimately after only about three minutes of being in her.

“Shut up,” He whines, ego bruised a bit as he pulls out with a look of betrayal at his already softening cock, “Y’looked so good in m’jersey at the game tonight. Flauntin’ y’tits like tha’.”

YN smirks widely, turning around from where he had her bent over their bathroom counter, “I know, I saw how many times you had to ‘adjust’ yourself in your uniform.”

Harry hauls her up until her bum’s on the cold marble and her legs are spread to show him where she’s dripping from him.

“Can’t help it. It’s nearly impossible not to come the second I’m in you,” He pouts, it was the truth - usually he had amazing stamina but every once in a while his body was a traitor.

YN let’s out a quiet sigh when he tucks two fingers back inside her, twisting and curling in the way that make her toes crinkle.

“You amaze me. I’ve given you four babies and y’still as horny as ever,” YN giggles pleased and confident because of her husband’s constant want for her.

Harry pushes forward to lick into her warm, sweet mouth before he’s resting his forehead against hers and watching his fingers work into her perfect heat.

“Only horny f’you, mama. Course s’just for my wife, m’so fuckin’ in love with you. In love with your body, this beautiful thing has given us our babies - how could I not be obsessed?”

YN comes panting in his mouth and a smug smile on her face when he hardens back up against her thigh in the process.

—

Deaf!Harry

Harry’s lips are bright pink and swollen, his narrow hips pushed against the tiny counter in the frat bathroom as YN kneels in front of him.

“Baby, baby, want to fuck you. If you blow me I’ll come,” He signs in warning, attempting to coerce her into standing up but she doesn’t budge.

Her hands are quick on his belt and skinny jeans, letting his thick length rest towards his tummy as she leans forward to lick at the head.

He wasn’t joking, right as she suckles harshly on the head with her hand stroking the rest - he flexes and released with a loud loud moan.

“Didn’t know my mouth was that good,” YN gestures as she stands up with a teasing lift to her lips, thumbing a lose drop.

“You know when you grind on me it gets me going,” He accuses to justify his short span, “Don’t act like you don’t come in a second when I have my mouth on your clit and three fingers up in you.”

YN swallows harshly at the dirty talk, startling when someone bangs on the door, stating the need to use the toilet.

“I’m totally telling Niall you came in legit two minutes,” YN signs before swinging up the door and disappearing into the crowd - leaving behind her flabbergasted boyfriend.

—

Vamprry

“My leg is cramping, H,” YN complains noisily as he keeps her leg lifted a she fucks in from behind as they lay on the bed.

Harry is so so close.

His annoying little creature wasn’t going to find her end because of a god damn leg cramp.

“Bat, just let me - oh fuck,” Harry snarls loudly as he can’t control himself any longer, fucking harshly into her a few more time before he comes.

Ad soon as he’s lowering her leg, he’s met by her displeased, grumpy whimpers that make him want to bite her until she’s limp or kiss her sweetly - sometimes he can’t tell which.

He drops her leg, planning to finish her off but she pushes his hand away which has him baring his fangs and snarling fiercely at her.

“No, I’ll finish myself,” She grunts, rolling onto her back and propping up her legs, one hooked over Harry’s thigh.

Every time he tries to reach over to help as she rubs quickly and precisely at her bud with short puffs of air - she smacks him off which makes him hiss angrily as he watches on.

“You’re like a million years older and you can’t control yourself still?” YN teases breathlessly as she feels a ball of fire start to pool in her stomach.

Her grin gets wider when his eyes blacken and his lip curls completely back to reveal his glimmering white canines.

“Pest, you are not doing it correctly. Let me make you come,” Harry demands with agitation, his hands clenching to not just grab her.

“Shut up,” She snaps back, two fingers rubbing in languid circles that have her hips bucking - it really shouldn’t turn her on that her vamp boyfriend is threatening her with his fangs.

“I rarely ever come before you. Please little human, you are annoying me and I wish to make you come now,” Harry tries to use a more gentle tone.

YN finally gives in, letting him take over with his own fingers, two tucking inside and his thumb right on her nerves.

His fangs ascend back into in gums as he admires his squirmy mate who is restless until she tense and releases on his hand.

It’s only a matter of second before she is coaxing his fangs back out - because she loves to torment him, “Better luck next time champ.”

“Enough,” He growls at an ear-shattering volume before he’s biting at her mating mark to get her to submit.

Works everyday.

—

Influencer!H

Harry was getting himself overly worked up, as soon as YN pressed record for a little something that she could watch when she had to leave tour for two weeks.

“Honey bee, c’mon,” Harry rasps, voice as deep as it goes as he sits in the armchair in their hotel room - legs spread and feet planted on the floor.

“Hold on, just want a shot of this,” She replies, he was so fucking hot - couldn’t grasp that this man was her’s sometimes.

He had a firm, lazy grip on his cock - thumb circling his extremely sensitive tip every so often which made him shutter.

“Slower, tease yourself,” YN murmurs as she films him, watching raptly as he slows down his strokes but fucks up into his hand.

“Want t’be in you, bee,” Harry tells his with a wrinkle between his eyebrows as he twitches in his palm.

“Then listen to me,” She orders in a voice she rarely uses - a authorative voice that has Harry moaning as he squeezes himself.

“M’listenin’, I promise.”

“Stop,” YN replies, eyes following when he releases his grip and it sways before resting on his taut belly - pink and swollen.

She props the camera on the desk, shimmying down her underwear, and straddling him on the chair - letting herself sink down.

“Oh fuck - baby, m’gonna - bloody hell,” He moans as he comes within seconds, hand squeeze her plush hips.

His forehead is sweaty, lips puffy, and YN is so pleased with him, whispering that he’s so fucking good for her, she can’t wait to watch it when she’s away.

Cheating!H

“Y’takin’ it so good, darlin’,” Harry grunts out, teeth gritted and hand grasping her jaw to keep her mouth against his.

YN was in a mood tonight.

“C’mon, we don’t have much time before Anna comes looking, H,” YN goads coyly, her plush hips digging into the counter where her bum is pressed against.

“Hush up, pup,” Harry scolds, biting at her swollen bottom lip before hiking her up a bit more to hit her spot right on.

“She’s gonna be so bummed, y’can’t get it up for her tonight after fucking me,” YN doesn’t stop with the filth.

“Y’act like I have ever fucked ‘er. I’ve only been givin’ it t’you for the past ten years,” He mutters, tongue licking into her mouth to shut her up.

When someone knocks on the door, they don’t stop, Harry determined as he pounds into her with hard, meaningful strokes.

“Harry, are you in there? Are you feeling alright?” Anna asks from the other side of the door - it was super loud because of the party.

He comes right then on the spot.

“You’re sick,” YN giggles, pleased as he pumps in a few more times to fill her up - claiming her as he always did.

—

Gang!H

It started with the god damn fucking teasing.

Rival gang members, the police, literally nobody gets under his skin - just his bloody nuisance of a wife and she took full advantage.

She got in these moods were she would fuck with him, tease him, wind him up until he had her pinned down with a sore arse.

He loved her so fucking much.

It started at the bar, she had leaned over with way too much cleavage on display as she fluttered her eyes to get men to buy her a drink.

Harry who was currently in the middle of a lucrative deal couldn’t concentrate as a man offered to buy her a glass of wine.

He didn’t care who saw, he excused himself and pushed her harshly into the bar until it would bruise her hips.

“Cut it the fuck out now, m’busy,” He hisses menacingly in her ear, ignoring the men who were staring wide eyes at the exchange.

Her hand comes back to subtly palm at his crotch before humming, “All these nice men are willing to pay attention to me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Harry rumbles, gripping her wrist and moving it away from his groin with force.

“Whoa, man! You can’t talk to a lady like that!” A brunette gentleman squawks after watching the interaction.

Harry steps back, a sly smile rising the corner of his lips, and he purposefully lifts his shirt just a bit to flash a shining gold desert eagle tucked in his waistband.

The man’s eyes widen in horror which makes Harry chuckle darkly, “Don’t tell me how to treat m’fuckin’ brat of a wife, she fuckin’ loves it anyways.”

With that, Harry storms back to continue his meeting and YN grins, a little flushed as she sips on a glass of water - aroused beyond belief.

After a bit, YN disappears down the hallway to the restroom, and sends Harry a text that has him excusing herself.

Please help me. Woman’s bathroom, hurry.

Harry’s reaching back for his gun, not hesitation as he rushes down the hallway - heart pounding at the thought of his love in trouble.

He slams open the single stall bathroom, gun drawn but all he sees is his beautiful wife, on her knees with lust obvious in her body language.

“Y’tha’ fuckin’ desperate?” Harry scoffs, locking the door and placing his gun on the counter - already reaching for his belt and zipper.

“Please sir.”

It sends a harsh, electric zip down his spine as he hisses when his wet tip hits the cold air, he bends down first - forces her mouth open and spits.

But his words are soft and loving after, “Brat, love you s’much. Y’the love of m’life.”

Her eyes twinkle but she can’t speak because he’s guiding himself in her mouth with a long push that has her breathing heavily through her nose.

Harry surprises himself when he ends up spilling right after she pulls off for a breath and jerks him, rasping out, “I love living life with you.”

Yeah he comes at words and he isn’t fucking ashamed.

It has him pushing her up against the wall and licking her out until she’s teary from sensitivity and legs quivering pathetically.

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