#the second this boy made some friends he said if anything happened to them i'd kill everyone in this room and then myself

[sugawara--san]

one thing about todoroki is he is always down. deku sends a location with no context? he's there. illegal plan to rescue bakugou from a group of dangerous villains headed by the evil overlord with exactly four (4) of his classmates? he's in. he sees deku and bakugou fucking off in the middle of war with no explanation? immediately he's following.

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Numb Without You

Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Female MC)

Rating: Mature 18+ (explicit sex, smut, language, mild violence), all characters are 18+

Summary: Sebastian Sallow, who happens to be your boyfriend, becomes irate when you agree to be Leander Prewett's dueling partner in Crossed Wands. He tries his best to punish you, but lust has a way of softening even the sharpest tempers.

Notes: Just a ramble-y little one-shot songfic thing that ended up being a lot longer than I'd planned. Not sure I like this but so it goes. Characters are 18 and in their seventh year. Gets smutty so minors DNI.

This was inspired by the song "Numb Without You" by The Maine. Lyrics are italicized and I obviously don't own them. (Is use of lyrics in stories annoying? Do they add anything? Do you skim past them? I'm curious to know your thoughts.)

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Sebastian Sallow gnawed at the inside of his cheek.

It was his only defense against himself and the overwhelming urge to commit an act so violent, he’d surely be expelled. He chewed at the soft flesh, stewing in his fury until Lucan Brattleby took notice of him.

“Ah, Sebastian!” Lucan said cheerily, clearly naive to Sebastian’s simmering fury. “You made it. We were wondering where you were. Wouldn’t be like you to miss Crossed Wands.”

Sebastian tore his eyes from the source of his anger to briefly gaze down at Lucan. “Got held up in Potions,” he said tersely. 

Stupid Potions. Professor Sharp made him remain after class until he could perfect his powdering technique for asphodel root. The process made Sebastian 20 minutes late for Crossed Wands, and though the day’s duels weren’t part of an official tournament, he was eager to get some practice in.

Life had finally returned to some semblance of normalcy for Sebastian. After his tumultuous fifth year, he dedicated his entire sixth year to focusing on his studies and making amends so that he could spend his seventh year preparing for life after Hogwarts.

Anne had left Feldcroft to live with a family friend in Edinburgh. She threatened to turn Sebastian in for their uncle’s murder if he didn’t agree to drop his pursuit for a cure for her curse. Sebastian, no longer driven by the dark magic of the relic, reluctantly agreed. But Anne was at least returning his owls, even if she hadn’t seen him since that fateful day in the Feldcroft catacomb.

Ominis was also hesitant to come around. The decision to protect Sebastian rather than turn him in weighed greatly on him for much of their sixth year, but before the year ended, he found himself returning to the Undercroft to catch up with Sebastian and repair their severed relationship.

Then there was you. You backed Sebastian without a second thought after Solomon’s death. Your loyalty to him developed long before you even realized you loved him. 

You aren’t sure where that devotion came from, considering Sebastian had dragged you through Hell and back. He was cruel and stubborn with you at times, put your life in danger on numerous occasions, and then put his future unfairly in your hands with his biggest kept secret.

But as the two of you stood in the Undercroft one day, shouting your frustrations at one another, you accused him of using you the entire time. You told him he’d only befriended you when he realized you had powers and skills that could help Anne. Then you accused him of only pretending to care about you because you knew the truth about Solomon. But when you turned to leave, he begged you to stay.

“I’ve never used you,” he said, his voice dipping to something much lower and softer than you’d heard from him. “I need you.”

So you stayed and you watched Sebastian Sallow shift from a teenage boy misguided by dark magic to a man who hated himself and the choices that changed him. 

He opened up to you that day, spilling every anguished thought and insecurity he had – his regrets, his fears, his entire self-worth. And you hugged him and assured him that everything would turn out OK. Then you promised you’d never leave him.

Since that day, he’d more than held you to that promise. He clung to it like it was his lifeline – the final, fragile thread holding him together.

Without Ominis and Anne to lean on, you became Sebastian’s world. It all became clear during the summer before your seventh year, which you spent together in Feldcroft. 

The two of you worked to fix up the Sallow family home, which now belonged to Sebastian. You teased him, telling him it was time for him to start a family to fill the cottage. You joked and laughed about the notion that Sebastian could someday be a father. And then he retorted that he’d need a wife first, and the way he gazed at you made it clear he already had a candidate in mind.

And so, your romantic relationship with Sebastian started that day, in the quiet confines of his cottage. Someday, it would also be yours.

You returned to Hogwarts for your seventh year as a couple, to absolutely no one’s surprise. Even Professor Weasley said, “It was about time,” when she discovered the two of you locking lips in a quiet corner beneath a staircase.

So you and Sebastian transformed from best friends to lovers, Hogwarts’ hot new couple. That was three months ago, so by now, everyone knew they’d be better off wandering into a pond of dugbogs than trying to romance you. If you didn’t hex them for crossing boundaries, Sebastian surely would – or worse. 

That’s why Sebastian was currently seeing red.

His tardiness to the day’s Crossed Wands session forced you to find a new partner. You didn’t want to duel alongside anyone else. You and Sebastian had cemented yourselves as the king and queen of Crossed Wands, unbeaten since the day you started. 

You loved dueling together. Perhaps it was nostalgic in some ways, a reminder of the early stages of your friendship when you were fighting Ranrok’s loyalists, but it was also symbolic of your relationship – the two of you worked so well together, always in sync and never fearful of your opponents.

But Leander Prewett noticed Sebastian’s absence and pounced at the opportunity to call you his partner, even just for an afternoon.

You didn’t read much into it, but when Leander suggested the two of you hang out at the Three Broomsticks later on, you wondered if the Gryffindor was being far too brave for his own good.

Still, you agreed to duel together and the two of you made quick work of your first two pairs of opponents (though Leander was mediocre at best). 

You were too preoccupied to notice Sebastian’s arrival midway through your second duel, so you didn’t see the way he stared at you and Leander.

He clenched his jaw so hard it was a wonder his teeth didn’t crack. And as you shoved your way in front of Leander to protect him with a perfectly timed Protego spell with Sebastian looking on, you and Leander would have been safer in an acromantula’s nest. 

The noise inside the clock tower became a background hum as Sebastian dissociated, a surge of panic and rage ballooning inside his chest. He could hear Lucan speaking in his ear but didn’t register the words. Spells clanged off of wood crates and ricocheted off the stone walls but he took no notice.

The only time he tore his eyes from you was to turn to Lucan.

”I get next round,” Sebastian said quietly. It wasn’t a request.

Lucan looked up at him in surprise. “Do you have a partner?”

”I don’t need one.”

Lucan lit up in excitement, clearly oblivious to the repository of rage that had formed in Sebastian’s brain. “Wicked,” he said with a nod.

You always joked that jealousy didn’t look good on Sebastian, but truthfully, it did. His eyes darkened and he became focused. You loved the way he looked when he was brooding. So when Lucan announced the next round and Sebastian emerged from the top step of the clock tower entrance, you inhaled sharply.

That old adage, “If looks could kill” buzzed in your brain. And poor Leander was as good as dead.

“Sebastian!” you said, relieved to see him, yet terrified for what was likely about to happen. “You made it!”

But your expression quickly contorted into concern when you saw his face.

You knew that look. And it terrified you, because you’d only seen it on select occasions. Only when Sebastian was borderline manic.

You’d seen Sebastian’s jealousy manifest plenty of times, the worst being the way he damn near demolished a man for flirting with you during a visit to Irondale. You knew he thought Leander was a prat and that he’d be annoyed you agreed to partner with him, but you had hoped the two of you would be able to laugh about it later. 

You should have known better. Sebastian could be playful, but he didn’t play when it came to you.

Let's get this straight. You are a panic in the bloodstream, yet you bring me peace. You are a stutter in the heart that beats inside of me.

As the students who were crowded inside the clock tower realized what was about to happen, the air inside the room became heavy and tense. The crowd collectively stepped back, melting to the stone walls to make room.

“Sebastian, are you all right?” you asked, your eyes begging him to understand it was all in good fun. You’d never actually betray him. 

You loved him.

But Sebastian wasn’t looking at you anyway. He was glaring knives into Leander, who didn’t seem to understand he was nearing his own execution.

You are my last, you are my first. You kill me for the better. You are the rising tide. You're every fucking thing inside me now.

”Sebastian, relax,” you said in a reasoning tone, silently praying your soothing voice might relieve his ire. “It’s just a meaningless duel. Let’s have fun with it.”

Sebastian’s gaze finally shifted to you. It softened a bit, but there was still a blackness in his eyes that made you nervous.

You knew he’d never really hurt you. Not again, not after the scriptorium. He’d die before he allowed that. The two of you dueled each other all the time, countless hours in the Undercroft casting Confringo at one another. He’d never pushed too far or risked anything that could genuinely hurt you. You’d be safe because Sebastian loved you far too much to hurt you — and because he knew you’d put up too good of a fight anyway.

But for as much as Sebastian loved and cherished you, his Achilles had become the notion that anyone else could ever be permitted to do the same. 

You are the violence in my veins. You are the war inside my brain. You are my glitter and my gloom. I am so numb without you.

“Of course, love,” he said steadily as he slid his wand from his pocket. And you knew that his quiet, calm demeanor indicated a brutal battle was to come.

As soon as Lucan signaled the start of the duel, Sebastian fired a fury of offensive spells at Leander, one after another in rapid succession. You knew they were coming, but you could only do so much.

“Protego!” you cried as you shielded your partner, your bubble deflecting Sebastian’s onslaught.

That only seemed to irk Sebastian more as he sent a stinging hex your way. You dodged it and Leander chuckled. He still didn’t seem to fully grasp his predicament. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” he teased Sebastian. 

“Leander,” you hissed in aggravation. 

A basic cast whizzed past your ear and you flinched, dropping your shield charm. You straightened and hit Sebastian with Depulso, buying yourself some time.

“Leander,” you said again, your tone much more urgent as you willed your partner to take things seriously. “Focus.”

Leander snorted and used the opportunity to cast Diffindo. You winced as the spell largely missed, but just managed to nick Sebastian’s side. Blood began to seep through his white shirt but you knew better than to stop, especially when you noticed how your boyfriend’s eyes blazed.

“Sebastian, enough,” you tried to say firmly as Leander cast Incendio to put some distance between himself and Sebastian. But the only thing that burned hotter than the ring of fire was Sebastian’s temper.

“Aguamenti,” he mumbled to douse the flames with water. His eyes met yours momentarily and he smirked – that signature smirk that typically rendered you weak in the knees. But this time, you sensed danger.

“Sebastian, it’s just you and me,” you said, praying your words would land with him.

Sebastian nodded as your eyes locked. You begged him with your gaze to understand, and he did.

You and me. Those words had become your mantra over the past three years. You and Sebastian would whisper them to one another before raiding bandit camps, fighting Ashwinders and solving sinister puzzles. But you also spoke them in your intimate moments, when it was just the two of you savoring each other’s company. 

Something about that phrase comforted the two of you. You knew it had reassured Sebastian, but you also knew he was far too impish to simply stop the duel.

“Alarte Ascendare!” 

Sebastian’s spell sent Leander flying backward again. Leander coughed and sputtered. The way he grimaced confirmed he’d likely cracked a rib or two. It also confirmed that a slew of spells was likely to come, because that was Sebastian’s signature move – blast his enemy backward before unleashing a storm of offensive spells on them.

“Leander, look out!” you managed, but it was too late.

Sebastian levitated Leander and hit him with a Confringo and Bombarda spell combination powerful enough to rattle the entire room. Leander was blasted backward, the force sending him crashing into a pile of crates while Sebastian watched his handiwork with smug satisfaction.

“Sebastian!” you scolded. “You could have seriously hurt him!”

“And?”

You huffed in annoyance as you ran to check on Leander, dropping your wand in the process. That was your final mistake. 

As you bent down to see if Leander had any visible injuries, you were suddenly levitated off your feet.

“Sebastian Oliver Sallow, you put me down!” you demanded, your legs kicking wildly in the air. 

“Or what?” Sebastian challenged, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Fight’s over, you won!”

Sebastian flicked his wand and you floated toward him swiftly, still flailing in aggravation at his antics. He held steady, hovering you above him, higher and higher until your feet dangled well above his head. He smirked and you could feel him peering up your skirt.

“You fucking troll,” you hissed.

Sebastian laughed.

Meanwhile, the crowd had been tending to Leander, who at least managed to sit upright. A group of students helped him to his feet to support him to the hospital wing, but Sebastian paid no mind.

“All right, that’s enough for today,” you heard Lucan declare. “See you all next week.”

Students began to file out of the clock tower for dinner, but a few of your curious friends held back, lingering to see the outcome of your lovers’ quarrel.

“Sebastian, put her down,” Poppy laughed, though you noticed the edge in her tone. “Duel’s over.”

Natty also sensed there was more to it. “Are you alright?” she asked. You weren’t entirely sure if she was addressing you or Sebastian but you didn’t want her to worry.

“We’re fine,” you sighed, still lingering in the air. You rolled your eyes to emphasize your point, that you and your boyfriend were just having fun. Your friends didn’t need to know that you had likely just saved Leander from devastating injury. They did know that you and Sebastian were prone to silly little spats like this, and though they didn’t quite understand your relationship, they knew you always seemed to handle it well.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like a word alone with my dearly beloved,” Sebastian said, smirking at you. 

“You two are something else,” Natty sighed while Poppy giggled. “See you at dinner.”

You waved goodbye and watched them leave the clock tower, your feet swaying gently as you remained suspended mid-air. Once they were out of earshot, you glowered at Sebastian.

“OK, you proved your point,” you sneered. “Now put me down.”

Sebastian merely chuckled. He twirled his wand for emphasis, causing you to also twirl, which made him laugh more.

He was enjoying this far too much and you were struggling with the fact you had little control over the situation.

“Not until it’s very clear to me that you understand what you’ve done wrong.” He flicked his wand again, sending you darting across the room with a swish. “And that you understand there are consequences to your actions.”

“It was just a harmless duel, Sebastian. You weren’t here and Leander asked to be my partner. You know it didn’t mean anything. And you made your point clear to everyone else.”

“Maybe it didn’t mean anything to you,” Sebastian noted. “But I bet Prewett loved it. He’s carried a torch for you since fifth year.”

“So? Even if he has, it’s a moot point.” 

“ I know that ,” Sebastian said, waving his wand for emphasis. The movements caused you to dip sharply before you were jerked upward again, dangling about six feet off the ground. “But he needed to know.”

“So then why are you punishing me?”

Sebastian grinned. “Because I can.” You heaved a defeated sigh and Sebastian approached you, his eyes fixated on yours. “Promise me you won’t do it again.”

“I promise.”

“And promise me you won’t partner with anyone else again.”

“I promise.”

Sebastian flicked his wand and you gasped as you were tipped upside down, your hair spilling downward and the hem of your skirt slipping from your knees, past your chest.

“Sebastian!” you squawked as you grabbed for your skirt hem, trying to cover yourself.

“Relax, love,” Sebastian said, his voice silky as he circled beneath you. You felt like bait, dangled inches above a hungry shark. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I know that,” you huffed. “But anyone else could come walking through.”

He flicked his wand and you levitated lower, still upside-down, until he could reach you, his face inches from yours. He smelled warm and earthy, like sandalwood and spices. 

“You’re awfully attractive when you’re vulnerable,” he teased in your ear. He reached upward, his fingers gently touching the top button of your blouse. You held your breath as he popped open the first button, then the second, exposing your chest. The air inside the clock tower felt cool against your skin, but you felt distressingly hot.

Sebastian was quick to notice that you hadn’t bothered to squirm or swat his hands away. He knew you too well. You liked when he was possessive over you.

Let's get this straight. You are a fever in the cold, yet I'm not shivering.  You are a shudder in the voice that screams inside of me.

“But you do need to be taught a lesson,” Sebastian continued. He leaned forward to plant a kiss on your upside-down lips before his mouth found your neck.

You inhaled sharply as the blood continued to rush to your head. Sebastian gently nuzzled against your collarbone until you could feel him smirking against your skin.

“You feel hot,” he murmured against you.

“Probably because you damn near set Leander on fire,” you retorted. You could still hear one of the wood crates crackling in the corner.

“He deserved it,” Sebastian mumbled before his lips found yours again. When he pulled away, you could feel his eyes slink upward to your chest. He pressed a trail of kisses from the corner of your lips, up your neck and between your breasts.

Your breath hitched and you wondered if you were going to pass out. Sebastian already knew how to rob you of all sensibilities, but the blood in your brain induced a haze that clouded all of your inhibitions. 

You are my last, you are my first. You kill me for the better. You are the rising tide. You're every fucking thing inside me now.

You could feel him smirking against your chest until he pulled away, stepping back to set you upright with a swish of his wand.

“Put me down,” you said firmly, hoping you sounded more authoritative than you felt. In truth, you felt completely submissive. 

“Fine,” Sebastian sighed. He could be cruel, but he’d never force you to expose yourself to half of Hogwarts. That was all meant for him and only him anyway. That was the entire point of all this.

Sebastian held his wand out, steadily lowering you until you were a foot from the ground. As soon as you assumed you were about to reunite with the stone floor, he caught your gaze and grinned.

Another quick flick of his wand sent you swooshing toward a pile of untouched crates stacked away in the corner. You squealed in surprise until you were gently lowered slowly to a seated position on top of one. Sebastian tread casually toward you, one hand still clutching his wand as the clack of his footsteps echoed throughout the clock tower. 

“Bastard,” you sneered as he reached you.

“Now, now, love,” he cooed as he stepped closer, using a knee to nudge his way between your legs. “Don’t be mad. You’re the one who betrayed me, after all.”

“I’d hardly consider that a betrayal,” you chided. “Prewett’s about as useful as a Flobberworm. I would’ve been better off dueling on my own.”

“Glad you learned your lesson,” Sebastian mumbled as his arms snaked their way around your waist. “Now you get to make it up to me.”

“If I make it up to you, will you apologize to Prewett?”

”Absolutely not.”

”Sebastian…”

Sebastian sighed as he drew back to meet your gaze. “Why should I apologize?” he demanded. “He was the one moving in on my girlfriend.”

”Oh, please. Even if he was, it wouldn’t matter and you know that.”

”But it’s the principal,” Sebastian drawled. “He should know better. Everyone knows you’re mine.”

You are the violence in my veins. You are the war inside my brain. You are my glitter and my gloom. I am so numb without you.

Perhaps Sebastian was a bit possessive when it came to you. Attention from others made his blood boil and he was always quick to challenge them. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you — you’d proven your loyalty to him long ago, but his fear of losing you often made him irrational. He’d already lost so many people close to him, you couldn’t help but give him some grace when he tried to cling too tightly to you.

”So maybe Prewett was just trying to test his luck. Or maybe he’s lost what few brain cells he had,” you said. “The point is, you’ve nothing to worry about. I’m sitting here with you, not him.”

”Too right you are,” Sebastian smirked. He inched closer and leaned in to kiss you in that slow way that made your stomach somersault. But as he kissed you, you quickly pulled away as you noticed the feeling of something trickling over your hand.

“Sebastian!” you gasped as you realized your hand was covered in blood. “You’re still bleeding.”

Sebastian sighed, clearly annoyed that your concern for his injury was outweighing your desire. “I’m fine,” he huffed. 

“You’re hurt,” you said sternly, eyeing his side. Blood had started to seep through his white shirt, which was ripped from Leander’s Diffindo spell.

“I’m fine,” Sebastian repeated. “And I refuse to allow the results of Prewett’s ignorance to distract my girlfriend any longer.”

“At least drink a Wiggenweld,” you ordered. 

“Fine,” Sebastian sighed. He turned on his heel and you watched as he crossed the clock tower to the storage chest equipped with various potions and first aid items. You leaned back on your hands, your feet dangling from the edge of the crate as you could hear Sebastian rummaging through the chest. “Ah, one Wiggenweld,” you heard him say before he paused to down the potion. A tiny clink suggested he tossed the vial aside before returning to you.

As he crossed the room again, you swallowed as he unbuttoned his shirt while he walked, slowly peeling it away until it fell to the floor in a heap. He smirked as you shifted atop the crate, the flickering lights dancing over his body to cast shadows on the stone walls.

“Now, where were we?” Sebastian said smoothly. He returned to his standing position between your legs, placing one hand on either side of you as he leaned forward.

Your eyes fell to the slash beneath his ribcage and you frowned. “At least let me do a quick healing spell,” you begged.

“I’m fine,” Sebastian insisted. But as you reached your fingers toward his wound, he inhaled sharply and you shot him a stern look.

“I’m not letting you touch me until it’s healed,” you said.

Sebastian groaned in annoyance. “Fine,” he huffed as he straightened up, turning his body so that the gash faced you. “Have at it, love.”

“Thank you. My wand, please?”

“Oh yes, that,” Sebastian said, offering you a smirk. “Forgot I still had that.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Sebastian chuckled at your remark and brandished your wand from his back pocket. “Here you are, princess.”

You glowered at him and pointed your wand at his wound. “Vulnera Sanentur,” you murmured. The gash immediately stopped bleeding and the skin seemed to fuse back together, leaving a red scar that looked tender and raw. “That’s better. Not fully healed, but better.”

“Good,” Sebastian said, plucking your wand from your hand and tossing it to the side. It clattered on the stone and rolled until you could no longer see or hear it. “Now, where were we?”

“Sebastian, we really should be getting to dinner,” you said weakly. Sebastian grinned. He was clearly amused by how pitiful and unconvincing you sounded.

“I’m not hungry,” he said. “At least not for dinner.”

Maybe it was his tousled hair. Maybe it was the signature smirk that never seemed to leave his lips. Maybe it was the way he had fought for you in such an unflinching manner. Or maybe, most certainly, it was the way the low light caught his toned arms and torso, his new scar a symbol of the lengths he was willing to go for you.

Whatever it was, it commanded control over you and you had no desire to fight it. You never did. 

I won't leave, no, I won't surrender. I'll wait 'til the end of, the end of time. You are my glitter and my gloom. I am so numb without you.

Instead, you let Sebastian lean down to kiss you, his hands grabbing your face. It wasn’t long before he fully closed the gap between you, standing pressed against your body while his teeth grazed your bottom lip.

Your hands roamed from his sides, over that new scar, up his chest until they snaked around his neck. Your legs mimicked your arms as they wrapped Sebastian’s frame.

“I do have to admit,” Sebastian murmured against your neck. “You do look pretty fucking gorgeous when you’re dueling.”

“You’ve just now figured that out?” you retorted. You could feel Sebastian smile into your skin.

“Of course not. You always look bloody gorgeous. It’s just particularly alluring when you happen to be surrounded by fire.”

“Noted,” you murmured. “Though that doesn’t mean you can cast Confringo every time you’re aroused.”

“You’re no fun.”

The two of you shared a quiet laugh before Sebastian’s hands found their way beneath the hem of your skirt. You felt the pads of his fingers gently skimming the tops of your thighs until they found your hips.

The longer he kissed you, the more the bulge in his pants prodded your inner thigh in earnest. The feeling of Sebastian’s desire for you fueled your own, igniting the familiar beckoning between your legs that made you shift closer to the edge of the crate. 

Sensing your urgency, Sebastian pulled away just enough to smirk at you. “Now now,” he mused. “If I had to endure the absolute torture that was watching you duel with Prewett, you should have to exercise a little patience yourself.”

You should’ve known you weren’t getting off the hook that easily. It was never that easy with Sebastian.

His eyes fell to your chest, where the top two buttons remained open. He reached for the third, then the fourth and downward, his fingers lingering as they took their time with each one.

With your shirt hanging open, Sebastian reached for your hair with one hand, balling it within his fist as he kissed you hard. The other hand snaked its way over your breasts to your left shoulder, tugging your shirt sleeve off. He released your hair to remove your other sleeve, leaving you bare above the waist.

Sebastian took a moment to admire you – he always did. He had a way of ensuring you felt like you were the only other person on Earth, like your physique alone kept his veins open and his heart pumping.

Once his eyes were done drinking in your body, he reached for one of your breasts, his palm cupping you while his fingers gently squeezed. His thumb traced circles over your nipple until his mouth replaced his hand.

You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his tongue flicker across your skin. You wanted his tongue everywhere but if you asked for it, he’d surely continue to tease you with it.

Instead, you felt one of his hands creep back under your skirt, resting atop your thigh again. He gave your leg a gentle squeeze and you shifted, parting your legs to invite him in. His fingers hooked around the waist of your panties, so you lifted your hips to help him remove them. 

His fingers traced gentle lines over your entrance and you bucked your hips, your silent way of begging for more. Your body was aching to feel any part of him inside of you, but he merely flashed you a smirk and left his fingers trailing outside of your folds.

A whimper escaped your lips as he kissed you again and you just knew he was thriving off of your impatience. He kissed you in ways that left you at a loss for thought, void of all composure as his fingers drew enticing circles around your cunt.

“Sebastian, please,” you whined, rocking forward in desperation to relieve the scorching tension swelling in your core. He barked a laugh.

“It’s sexy when you beg like that,” he chuckled. He dipped his head to kiss your neck, nipping gently at the skin before his lips pressed a trail of kisses between your breasts and across your stomach. Bent over your body, Sebastian lowered himself to place a kiss atop your knee until he started a new trail beneath your skirt, creeping closer to your core until…

He straightened up again, standing tall as he flashed a sinister grin that nearly made you scream in frustration.

You hated the waiting game. Especially when it was getting dark and dinner would be over soon. Especially as the space between your thighs had become so sensitive, so wet, you nearly moaned at the slightest shift in weight. Especially when you knew how fucking good it would feel when you finally engulfed every inch of Sebastian’s length.

But perhaps there was a way to speed things up. You were a smart girl and Sebastian was merely an 18-year-old man. Surely you could find a quicker way to achieve your goal of convincing the bastard to hurry up and fuck you until you gasped his name and saw constellations undetected by any telescope.

So before Sebastian could tease you with that stupid fucking tongue any further, you reached for his belt, unbuckling it with expert rigor. 

“Awfully eager, aren’t we?” he teased. But instead of indulging his cruel banter, you indulged yourself by tugging his trousers down, reaching for the one thing you knew would gain back your control.

Sebastian hissed the moment he felt your fingers wrap around him. And though he loomed over you, gazing down at you with heavy eyes, you had regained control. 

You wrapped your lips around him and he groaned, his head tilting backward and his eyes falling shut as he focused on the sensation. This time it was your turn to tease with your tongue and Sebastian silently praised you for it.

You typically took your time when it came to this task. You enjoyed the empowering feeling of reducing Sebastian to whimpers and moans. But the prolonged build-up – the tension from the duel, the jealousy Sebastian couldn't quell, the way he kissed you like he relied on your breath for his own oxygen, had you wound so tight you were certain your insides had contorted into knots.

So you quickened your pace for a bit before allowing your tongue to flicker across Sebastian’s tip as his fist grasped your hair into a tangled mess.

“So fucking good,” he mumbled toward the ceiling.

His tip hit the back of your throat and your head bobbed as you took him in. The way he groaned, the way his nails dug into your scalp, you knew he’d returned to his rightful place – wrapped around your finger, even if you were presently wrapped around him.

You also knew he would never leave you hanging. He wouldn’t finish until you did, which meant you just had to tantalize him a little more, until his patience crumbled. A few more flicks of your tongue should do it…

With a sharp tug of your hair, Sebastian pulled himself from your mouth, his teasing ways now forgotten.

“Come here,” he growled.

You straightened to sit upright and before you could say a word, Sebastian grabbed your legs and yanked you to the edge of the crate. The hem of your skirt was shoved upward and Sebastian was prying your legs apart in haste.

You ran your tongue across your bottom lip as you realized you’d earned what you wanted. Finally . 

As Sebastian guided himself into you, you realized you’d been holding your breath. It escaped your lips in the form of a soft moan while Sebastian mumbled a curse at the sensation of your heat enclosing around him.

“You’re so wet,” he growled as you stretched around his length.

“Your fault for punishing me,” you murmured.

“And I’d do it again.”

Your banter subsided as the quiet corner soon echoed with the sounds of heavy breathing and skin whipping against skin. Sebastian’s rhythm was quick, yet steady while you silently thanked the gods, the fates, and every other spiritual being for causing you to cross paths with Sebastian Sallow.

Though you’d had Sebastian dozens of times before, there were no words to describe how fucking blissful it always felt.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage.

Your arms were draped around Sebastian, your fingers pressing sharply into his shoulder blades as he pumped into you with more force. Your nails gripped at his flesh and he clenched his jaw at the sting.

“Harder,” you breathed and Sebastian obliged. His hands gripped your hips harder as he worked. No more punishments. No more games. Now he merely wanted you to come undone for him.

And then you did. Your breath hitched in your throat and you managed to sputter Sebastian’s name just as your orgasm began. It pulsed through you and you cried out as your walls clenched around him, compelling him to fuck you harder, to ensure you were good and finished.

When your high subsided, Sebastian paused to kiss you forcefully, reminding you he was the one responsible for it. Your thighs glistened in the low light and Sebastian’s gaze drifted to the spot where the two of you were connected as he steadied his pace again.

He reached up to tug your hair, your head snapping backward so that you’d look him in the eyes. He pulled just hard enough so that your eyes began to water, and he smiled at you.

”Having fun?” he cooed.

”Yes,” you panted. 

“You’re lucky I was in a forgiving mood today.”

So lucky. You’d survived a goblin rebellion, vengeful poachers and bloodthirsty creatures. You’d been born with a rare gift, a powerful magic that most couldn’t even begin to fathom. But your luckiest moment in life was the day it led you to Sebastian Sallow.

Sebastian reached down to press his fingertips against your clit and your gasp echoed throughout the clock tower. Anyone passing by would surely catch on to the debauchery happening inside, but you trusted that Sebastian would hex anyone who threatened to ruin the occasion.

His fingers dragged their way across you, beckoning you to lose yourself for him again. The crate beneath you creaked as you rocked your hips to increase the friction wrapped around Sebastian’s cock, desperate to ride one more wave of ecstasy. As it started, you squeezed yourself around Sebastian, eliciting a sharp grunt from him.

The sound that left your lips was damn near guttural but you were too euphoric to care. Sebastian’s cock pounded that soft spot of flesh that made your thighs shake and your cunt flood around him.

It was too much for Sebastian’s restraint and soon he was also spilling himself, filling more than your body could take. As his own orgasm subsided, the sounds of your panting quickly replaced the sounds of your sins.

Sebastian rested his head on your shoulder as you caught your breaths and the room returned to sharp focus. Though you were hot, your hair plastered to your forehead, you suddenly became very aware that the air inside the clocktower was chilly. You gasped as a sudden shiver coursed through you and Sebastian lifted his head with a frown.

“Let’s get you dressed,” he murmured before pressing a kiss to your temple. He backed away to help you gather your wand and the articles of clothing you’d shed before getting dressed himself.

When you were both decent, he hooked an arm around your waist to pull you in for a quiet kiss.

“All right?” he asked.

“All right,” you answered with a smile. Your body felt tired, yet relaxed, and your head no longer felt full of the day’s stress.

“Learn your lesson?”

“No.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but smirk at your response. “Sure you don’t want to rethink that?”

“If by ‘lesson,’ you mean dueling with anyone but you, yes. But even the brightest witches sometimes forget everything they’ve learned,” you teased.

“Then the brightest witches will continue to be punished in the most cruel and unusual ways,” Sebastian hummed in your ear as he tossed an arm around you to steer you toward the archway.

“We missed dinner,” you whined as you returned to the castle.

Sebastian sighed. “We can sneak down into the kitchens and grab something. I’m sure they’ll have those biscuits you love.”

“I’d kill for a shepherd’s pie right now,” you mumbled longingly.

Sebastian squeezed your shoulder gently. “I’ll treat you to one at the Three Broomsticks tomorrow, I promise,” he said.

You smirked to yourself as you reached the castle doors and pushed your way inside. “You know, Leander offered to take me there tonight, after our duel. Beginning to think I should’ve taken him up on it.”

“He what?”

[rekino2114]

I think you might like this since it's Chainsaw Man's best stoic girl Fami~, where Asa and Yoru first meet Fami's boyfriend. They think he's just some random bystander or classmate who overheard their conversation, which could mean trouble when all of a sudden Fami kisses him and introduces him.

Asa and yoru meeting fami's boyfriend

"Do you always eat alone?"

"Yes"

"Every day i discover you're even more pathetic than i thought, how is that even possible?"

"Shut up"

"No it's so boring here"

"I don't care, just shut up, we're in public. What are people gonna think if they see me talk to myself?"

"To be honest, you definitely seem like the type to talk to yourself"

"............"

"Just chill out even if someone overhears us. I'll take care of them, I haven't gotten a new weapon in a while now that I think about it"

"You are not killing anyone of my classmates"

Just as yoru was about to answer asa saw a boy getting closer to her

"Oh hey, you're asa mitaka, right? My girlfriend said I had to meet with you"

"Uh yeah, but are you sure she's talking about me? I'm not.......really friends with anyone"

"Oh no, yeah, it is you. Well, I guess it's yoru, but you know-"

"WHAT?!"

"H-he knows about me?"

"Do you-do you know him?"

"Of course not, how the hell would I? Just let me out so I can kill him"

"N-no we're in-"

"Sorry if I'm late"

You and asa both turned to see fami sitting at the table with a giant plate of food in front of her

"F-fami? What is she-"

"Oh hi babe"

You got closer to her lips as she kissed you. It lasted only for a few seconds, but like all of fami's kisses, it was wonderful.

"YOU'RE DATING!?"

"W-what's happening?"

"asa, can you let war out, I want to have this conversation with her"

"Yes, thank you, I really don't wanna see how this goes. Just stop her if she tries to kill someone"

Fami nodded as Asa fell unconscious. After a bit scars appeared on her face, and when she opened her eyes, they were yellow and ringed, just like fami, yoru immediately started glaring at you and your girlfriend who was just eating looking as unbothered as ever

"OK what's this about? Why the hell did you tell a human about me?"

"He's my boyfriend"

"So?"

"I've heard it's polite to introduce your lover to your family, y/n has already done it, so now it's my turn. He already met control and she liked him so I wanted him to meet you too"

"Pfft as if I care about your stupid boyfriend, you seriously revealed my identity to a random guy just cause you liked him?"

Hearing those words fami stopped eating and looked at yoru, her cold eyes making the war devil feel a bit uneasy

"Apologize"

"H-hm?"

"Apologize to y/n for what you said"

"O-oh no fami it's fine"

"Don't worry, as the older sister, it's my duty to discipline her, now apologize"

"F-fine ok geez, I'm sorry"

"Good"

You smiled and mentally thanked fami. To try and start again, you held your hand out to her sister

"Thanks it's nice to meet you by the-"

"I suggest you don't shake my hand, unless you wanna be turned into a weapon that is, not that I would mind"

Just as she finished that sentence yoru felt those cold eyes stare at her again, making her sweat a bit. She shook your hand reluctantly

"Hey y/n, do you mind grabbing me another plate of pasta? I finished mine, grab something else for yourself if you want"

"Sure"

Fami thanked you and kissed your cheek as you went away from the table. yoru sighed, thankful that she didn't have to fake being nice anymore

"I still can't believe you-"

"Hey war, listen to me"

The youngest horseman suddenly tensed even more at her sister's tone. She always sounded emotionless and cold, but this time, there was something more to her voice, something that made yoru feel inexplicably nervous

"I already told you I'd do anything for you, but there's an exception"

Fami gulped down the last of her food and looked at her even more coldly

"If you hurt y/n in any way, I will kill you"

Both yoru and even asa from inside her body were so shocked by her sentence that they started sweating simultaneously

"The love I feel for him is much greater than any sisterly bond I may have with you, I love y/n more than anything, even more than food, and I don't tolerate anything happening to him, the fact that you're my sister doesn't change anything. Do you understand?"

"W-what the why are you-"

"Do you understand, war?"

Fami was now practically killing yoru with her glare, even asa felt herself tensing up as she continued staring at them with an unblinking cold stare

".........y-yes"

"Good, as long as you understand that we shouldn't have any problems"

".........w-were you scared by your sister?"

"S-shut up its not like that"

As yoru and asa continued arguing with themselves, you came back to the table with the plates, fami kissed you again as thanks, and you continued chatting

"Sorry yoru, maybe we started on the wrong foot. I don't care if you're possessing asa and I won't tell anyone, I am dating a devil after all, I just hope we can get along"

"I'm sure you will.......right war?"

".....y-yeah"

Meanwhile asa is giggling inside her head because it's funny seeing yoru scared for a change

[fashionteahouse]

hey ! i'd love a paul lahote x reader but based on the song 'but daddy I love him' by taylor swift :) no worries of not!

heyy! no problem 💜 hope you enjoy :)

but daddy i love him - paul x reader

Seeing him with his friends made you want to look at him. His eyes shift to you and you quickly look away. Paul Lahote wouldn’t deal with someone like you. The girls he got with were like society’s rejects. You focus back in on the words that came out of your friend’s mouth.

Tapping the same tune of the piano in front you, you feel a buzz from your phone. While the teacher is away, you read the message.

“Me and some friends are going out. Are you coming?”

Leah, your family friend, texted you.

“I’m at piano practice right now. I doubt they will let me go.”

You tell Leah this, knowing that your parents won’t let you go out with people that they haven’t met their parents.

“Just tell them you’re sleeping over my house.”

You debate.

“Leah Clearwater?” your mother says during dinner.

“Yes.” you say as you take the fork to your lips.

“You’re going to call when you get there right? I also want to speak to her mother, Sue. I know her well.”

“Yes.” you say, a bit annoyed they’re still treating you small.

Dropping you off, you gun straight for Leah’s room. “So where are you going out to?” you say sitting in a chair in her bedroom. She turns from the mirror of putting her necklace on, pulling you up.

“We are going to my boyfriend’s birthday party.”

“What if my parents call?” you say worriedly.

“If they get suspicious we will move to the next room and I will speak to them.”

“Okay but they want to speak to your mom.”

Leah tells you to call them now. Sue confirms that you’re there. Without any more excuses, she changes you out of the boring clothes that she claims that you were wearing.

Sweat began to smother your palms as you heard the muffled music. Walking in, it was a lot of people that you didn’t know. Leah links her arm with you and smiles to you, “Don’t be nervous. Just have fun. Stick with me.” You nod in agreement.

Leah and her partner embrace and she introduces you both. You wave a friendly wave. Walking to his crowd of friends, you notice Paul again. You’re nervous as you move closer.

“Want to dance?” he asks you and you almost jump.

“I don’t know how to.” you say stuttering out and nervously chuckle.

“Want me to teach you?” he asks again. You don’t know when’s the next time this once in a lifetime moment will happen so you nod.

He keeps his hands on your waist and hips. Whispering to you to feel the music. Soon, your hips move on their own. You’re now not nervous about the closeness of him to you. He gives you his number. You just couldn’t believe it. Leah laughs as you both lay in her bed that night. “Mommy and Daddy would not approve.”

“I don’t know. He seems nice.” you say as your fingers dance with a loose piece of fabric on her blanket.

On the phone, butterflies fluttered and danced in your stomach. His soothing and relaxing voice leaked into your dreams. You seen him be rude and cruel to others but you felt like you were his favorite person. Only showing his softness to you.

You got Leah to cover you in order to go on your first date.

“Playing with fire.” she says, knowing the outcome of the result. She fixed your hair.

“It’s harmless.” you say to her.

The kisses began after the date, only to never end there. Without your knowledge, people who knew your parents, warned them without a second thought. Afraid you would succumb to the boy’s delinquent behavior. They didn’t want Paul to taint you.

“You are to never see him again.” your father scolds at you. Your mother looks at you with disappointment.

“Why not? He’s not doing anything to anyone.” you cried, it felt like they stomped on your heart over a thousand times.

“He’s a bad influence! See him again, you’re grounded until this year is out.” he says and ends it with that.

That didn’t stop answering his phone calls. They said you cant see him again. Not talk to him again.

On your way home, he stops you, “You’re good at math right?” You nod.

You both “studied”, but not for long. You soon found out he pretended to not know the answers but you didn’t care. The kisses were hot and heavy. His feel ups felt good. Carefully and slowly, he took your virginity.

“Where have you been?!” your father pressed on. You lost total track of time. You opened your mouth but he cuts you off, “And you better not say Leah because she doesn’t know where you are.”

“I was..out..I needed to clear my head so I walked around for some time.” you say to him a small voice.

“If I find out that you were with that Lahote kid, we’re taking it into me and your mother’s hands.” he says to you.

“We’re just two people in love right?” Paul says to you on the phone after you vent to him about what your father said.

“You..Love me?” you ask him.

“Yes. You love me right?” he asked on the other end of the line.

“Of course I do.” you reply.

Parents gone and out for a charity event, you fake sick. Paul sneaks over. You two finally embrace. Things are sweet. Things turn sour as your bedroom door swings open, revealing your angry father.

Half out on clothes, you and Paul both run onto the lawn with a furious father trailing behind.

“You better stay away from my daughter.”

“But daddy, I love him!” you cry out.

“Y/N, you’re not seeing him again! What ever this is, it’s over.”

“No! I’m having his baby and we’re going to be together.”

His face contorts to the most angriest face he could muster up. Your mother clutches onto her pearls with a shocked face.

“I’m just kidding. You should’ve seen both your faces.” you say trying to bring light to the situation.

“This is no kidding matter.”

“I’m not as bad as what people think about me. Y/N, brought out the best in me.” he says smiling down at you, interlacing your fingers with his.

Your mother joins from the doorway to the lawn, placing a hand on your father’s arm.

“I think we should get to know the boy a bit better.” she tries to persuade. Your dad looks down at you and Paul.

With his actions matching his words, Paul learned to not let your father be witness to his hotheaded ways. A quote from your father stuck with him, “You hurt her, I hurt you.” He couldn’t imagine a scenario where he could or would hurt you. The thought of it was just blasphemy to him.

[luvyeni]

SENSITIVE; NA JAEMIN

pairings. boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader

wc. 1.2k

warnings. boob/nipple play, cumming untouched, dirty talk, hand job, jaemin cums on your tits, mentions of photo taking.

synopsis. jaemin realizes just how sensitive your boobs really are after you cum untouched just from him playing with them.

authors note. imma be really this was self indulgent but i decided to share my thoughts with you guys

"she doesn't let you touch her boobs?" jaemin closed his eyes cringing at how loud his haechan was being , he wasn't even sure how they got on this conversation , one second they were talking about video games , and before he knew it they were having a conversation about your boobs.

"why not?" renjun hushed the boy next to him. "i don't know , whenever i go to reach for them , she just pushes my hands away." he did a hand motion that made haechan clutch his chest. "well if you're squeezing them the way you just did , i wouldn't want you to touch mines either." jaemin's face twisted into disgust. "no i don't squeeze them like that, and don't every say that again."

"maybe they're sensitive." jeno spoke up, "i heard some girls boobs are extremely sensitive and can actually cause a orgasm." haechan scoffed. "that's not true." he said. "how would you know , if you've never given a girl an orgasm in your life?" jaemin tuned out his friends who began fighting, still thinking about the orgasm just from boob play. were you really that sensitive? "look." renjun said. "just try it out once and see what happens." jaemin nodded , he wanted to see now if you were really sensitive.

"Honey bun , what are you doing?" jaemin walked into your shared room where you were leaned up against the bed frame. "just watching a movie , it's pretty good , how was your outing with the boys?" he lied down next to you , resting his hand on your stomach. "same'ole same'ole, haechan being haechan , just in a public setting." he traced circles on your stomach , thinking of a way to intro the situation. 'fuck it' he thought before speaking. "you actually came up." you turned to him confused. "me?" he hummed. "why?" you were confused. "i actually don't know how the conversation came up , but the guys were talking about their past sexual relationships and i brought up how you never let me touch your boobs." you furrowed your eyebrows. "they'll never have any future relationships if these conversations continue to happening." you laughed. "why don't you let me touch your boobs?" he said , you were silent once again.

truth was your boobs were really sensitive , and in the past , you could never last long if someone touched them during sex , not wanting to disappoint jaemin you just told him not to touch them , redirecting his hands whenever he tried to touch them whenever you two did anything sexual. "love?" jaemin tapped you. "you zoned out on me, you alright, did i make you uncomfortable?" you shook your head no. "no , it's fine , it's nothing bad." you said. "it's just that my boobs are really sensitive." so jeno was right.

"how sensitive are you?" your face was hot , the way he was asking this question had you feeling things. "well... in my last relationship , i could never last long whenever they would touch my boobs, they hated it , and i didn't want to disappoint you , so i just didn't want you to touch them." you spoke with your head low , self-consciously. "babe." jaemin lifted your head up by your chin. "i don't care how long you last , as long as you're satisfied , that is enough for me." he pulled you into a slow kiss , he pulled away , his hand slowly finding it's way up your shirt. "besides , your ex didn't know what they were talking about." his voice suddenly became darker as his hand got closer and closer to your boob. "j..jaemim." your breathing was ragid.

"i'd find it hot if you came untouched , just from me touching your tits." his hand covered your breast , you let a soft moan. "did you like that?" he smiled , you nodded. "you're not wearing a bra love , why is that?" he began to gently rub your boob , leaving kisses along side your jaw. "i...i don't like wearing them." he hummed , letting his thumb glide across your nipple. "jaemin... fuck." you moaned. "t..that f..feels so good." he kissed down your neck to your collarbone. "does it?" he smiled through his kisses. "how 'bout you take this shirt off and let nana make you feel even better." you nodded , "please." your softed fucked out voice made his cock harden in his jeans.

you sat up , pulling your shirt over your head , jaemin groaned at the way your boobs bounced at the impact. "jesus babe , may cum untouched just from watching your tits bounce like that." your face was hot , "nana." you whined , and he chuckled. "i got you love, nana's got you, lay back down for me." you obeyed , lying down, he took one boob in his hand , rubbing it. "so fucking cute , moaning like this just from me touching your boobs." he kissed around the areola of your other boob.

"wait jae- oh my god." you moaned as he took your other boob into his mouth. "jaemin fuck." he smiled against your boob , as he began to lick and suck on your nipple. he continued the assault on both your breast , running his thumb around your nipple, sucking on the other one , you were a moaning mess , the stimulation was becoming too much , the coil in your stomach slowly tightening. "j..jaemin , i..i'm about to.. im about to cum." jaemin was shocked , but he wasn't about to deny you this , since he desperately wanted to see you cum untouched too.

"go a head princess , cum for nana." he bit down on your nipple softly and that's all you needed to cum. "jaemin , fuck!" jaemin was in awe as he watched your legs shake as you came. "did you like that?" you nodded. "i really did.""fuck love that was so hot." he groaned , he couldn't help but grind his hard cock against your thigh. "jae do yo- please." he pulled his cock out his confinements , guiding your hand down to where you needed him the most , you grabbed a hold of his cock , stroking it. "fuck that's it." he bucked up into your hand, kissing your neck. "baby , fuck im about to cum." you sped up your pace.

"do you want to cum on them?" you kept up your pace. "do you want to cum on my tits?" he almost came , the way you sounded so innocent , but your words were so lewd. "fuck baby , you're gonna kill me." he straddled your hips , holding on to the headboard with one hand , his cock on his other hand.

"fuck baby , these tits a perfect , i can't wait to paint them in my cum." he tapped his cock on your boobs. "fuck jae." you moaned , reminding him just how sensitive you were, he felt himself about to cum , you guided your hand to his cock , replacing his hands with yours. "fuck fuck fuck, im gonna cum." you ran your thumb over his slit.

"fuck, im cumming, ngh! " he came with a string of curse words , painting your tits with his cum , some getting on your chin. he held on to the headboard for a second catching his breath. "did you like it?" you asked , he looked down , almost getting hard again at how lewd you looked covered in his cum , he needed to take a picture of this. "of course i did baby." he kissed your lips , climbing off of you.

"nana, i need a tissue." you whined , "okay , baby give me a minute." he picked his phone up , opening up his camera. "what are you doing?" he smiled sweetly.

"be a good girl and lay there , i need to take a picture of you looking like this , all pretty for me."

©️LUVYENI

[bluesest]

A Babysitter

James was a young boy who was going through a not very good economic situation, he needed the money to go out with his friends so he decided to take the job of a babysitter.

Not many people wanted a male nanny so it was difficult for him to get a job and he almost retired from this, however, he got an application to be a nanny for a boy who recently made his previous nanny run away from him.

This worried him from the beginning, but he really needed the money so he was either take the job or quit and refuse the next outings with his friends, he said to himself, "How hard can it be?"

He knocked on the door of a large house with various luxurious decorations, opened the door of an elegantly dressed couple, shook hands and set the following rules:

1. You must take care of our son, his name is Dave

2. Do not touch anything other than to take care of Dave and do not enter the rooms.

3. There are ingredients in the fridge for me to cook dinner for Dave.

4. You should be asleep by midnight and wait for them to return.

For a moment he wondered, "He's a little old to have a babysitter, but that means he won't be the typical kid who has to calm every tantrum he throws."

Behind the couple was the young man, he had an annoyed and disinterested face, finally both parents left and left them alone.

There wasn't that much of an age difference between the two so James tried to start a friendly conversation with Dave:

James: "So how are you doing in high school?"

Dave: "Just cook something please"

James: "Oh come on, I know it sucks when your parents at this age hire you a babysitter, but I'm just doing my job."

Dave: "I'd better go play video games..."

James: "I also quite like them! Do you need a second player or something?"

Dave was quite impressed, none of his previous nannies who took care of him were really interested in him, nor did he have any friends who wanted to play some games and appearing disinterested he accepted James' proposal.

They both spent a lot of time inside Dave's room, he tried to show that he didn't care and even that he was bothered by the fact that James was there, but he just couldn't hide it and they had a very fun night.

Dave: "You really suck at this game"

James: "Well let's leave this for now, I must cook the snack"

Dave: "Why don't you order pizza? My parents won't find out"

James: "I don't want to get in trouble with them, I really need this job, plus cheese gives me gas, like this!"

*PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

Dave was surprised, not by the fact of seeing a man of his own age fart like that, he had already heard and smelled some of the farts of his classmates, however, in this situation he felt different, maybe it's the intimacy of the moment or that he really began to appreciate one of his babysitters for the first time, whatever happened caused a slight erection that he had to hide.

James left the room with the unpleasant smell and Dave thought about what happened and how he felt: "Maybe it's love?... Do I like men? … I liked what he did?", he was in denial of his feelings, he was simply in an intimate moment something that he never experienced in his life, he was sure that if it was with a woman and without... the smells would provoke exactly the same feelings and even stronger.

This is what he thought until minutes later he saw his now friend cooking for him shirtless, it was a body quite muscular and stocky to provoke the unwanted looks of many people including Dave who couldn't stop thinking about how incredible James would look in his luxurious bathroom... Wait a minute... This fantasy is quite close to coming true.

Dave remembered that there were plenty of medicines in his parents' room for any emergency, he quickly slipped away and desperately searched the drawers full of pills and syrups until... "BINGO! Here it is!", under some bandages was a small sealed bottle of a powerful laxative "Action in 1 hour"

He got down to work, went to the kitchen together with James and began to prepare an orange juice for his babysitter with the excuse that he wanted to help him to continue playing video games and when he turned around he poured at least 3 tablespoons of the laxative into the glass intended for Dave, he took it and raised it saying "I assure you that it has an explosive flavor"

Dinner was somewhat simple and not so fancy: avocado salad and breaded chicken, not bad for someone who is used to eating $1 burgers. This was perfect for Dave who couldn't wait for the result of the combination of the laxative and avocado and as this would leave his bathroom clean.

They finished dinner in record time, Dave thanked James and almost forced him to go to his room, once inside he was in charge of closing all doors and windows to prevent any smell or sound from escaping and after 10 minutes the magic began.

*GRRRRRRRRR*

James: "Aghhh"

Dave: "What's wrong?"

James: "The avocado is having an effect"

Dave: "Does that mean that?"

James: "I think I'll have to go to the bathroom soon"

Dave: "Oh! If you want you can use the bathroom in my room, in fact, it's the only one you can really use."

James: "Oh come on! I don't want to stink up this place, are you sure there isn't another bathroom?"

Dave: "Yes, but my parents would be pretty upset, if you use this I won't say anything and they never come into my room so they wouldn't notice."

James: "Naaahh I think I'll hold on until they arrive and I can go home."

Dave: "Are you sure about that?"

Without warning, Dave clenched his fist and hit James hard enough while he just watched as the annoying and shy boy who didn't need any babysitter beat him without concern and with a cheerful and playful look.

*GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PFFFTTT*

James: "Ha! Nice try, but you'll need more strength than that to-"

*PFTFTFTFTFTFTFFFFFFTTTTTT*

James: "Forget it... you asked for it, friend"

He got out of bed and with another loud fart walked slowly to Dave's clean bathroom, gave one last warning: "If you don't want to die, better get out of this room because I feel like it's going to be a monstrous shit" and closed the door.

Dave quickly went and put his eye on the keyhole where he saw the following scene:

James began to take off his shirt that was already sweaty from playing the boy's competitive video games, before sitting on the toilet he said in a low voice: "This will be a big one" and then got up again and began to undress completely, James apparently was one of those naked.

Even though the lock was somewhat awkward to see what was going on behind the door, Dave could notice James' large penis that was hanging gently as he took off his last items of clothing and with a "perfect!" he sat down on the toilet.

*PRRRRRRR* *PLOP*

It was the first thing that was heard, apparently someone was having trouble evacuating these last few days.

*PFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PLOP*

A semi-wet fart warned that it would not be a normal shit while little by little the smell began to seep through the small holes in the bathroom door.

*PFFFTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

Several solid pieces fell somewhat similar to the feces of a guinea pig, each making a *SPLASH* and *PLOP* as they fell to the bottom of the toilet.

*PLOP* *PLOP* *TRRRRRRRRRRR* *PLOP*

The sound of a large dry log coming out of James' anus put an end to the easy part of his visit to the bathroom.

*GRRRRRRRRR* *PRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHSHQHQHQSSQQHSHQSHQS* *PRRRSSSSSSSSSSS* *PFFFFFTTTT* *QHSHQHSSQHQS* *SHHHHHRTRTRTRTRTRR* *PFFFTTTT*

Apparently that trunk prevented all the liquid shit from coming out as if it were the lid of a water bottle, which all its liquid is violently expelled if you take off the cap and put it upside down.

*PFFTFTFTFTFFT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHQSHSHSQHSQHSQ* *PSSSSSSSS* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *SHQHQSH* *GRRRRRRR* *PFFFTTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

With a sigh, he finally got up from the toilet, grabbed a couple of pieces of toilet paper and started cleaning himself standing up, Dave found that pose weird however it just meant that he had more to do with his babysitter's bare ass.

He made smooth, firm movements passing between his buttocks the thin, smooth paper where his stains revealed that it was violent shit that came out of his stomach. While he was cleaning himself he stopped for a moment and without taking his hand off his ass he farted loudly and long *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT*, moaned then voted all the paper into the toilet and finally sent to the trash any evidence of what happened in that small room.

As James got dressed again, Dave took his eyes off the lock and acted as if nothing had happened, finally James comes out of the bathroom:

James: "Ufffff don't get in there for at least 1 hour"

Dave was really, but that didn't take away his shyness, but he still gathered strength and decided to comment on what happened in there:

Dave: "Wow that was violent, don't you think?"

There was a small moment of silence after that sentence, he thought he had screwed up by saying something so direct to someone he barely knows for a couple of hours, but his reaction was not expected:

James: "HAHAHAHA and that wasn't one of my biggest screw-ups in my life!"

Dave: "HAHA it looks like you ate something rotten, you really stinked my room"

James: "Sorry for that, but when this baby *pats his stomach* wants something I must obey him without question"

Dave: "It's good that we didn't order pizza"

After that honest conversation, they spent hours playing video games with the occasional fart from both parties until it was time for Dave to leave.

After two weeks he was summoned again by the family where Dave applied the same trick: put laxative on his drink, however, something different happened this time, Dave's parents arrived much earlier than expected and James had to leave without even using the bathroom of the house.

Now with the pay he had enough money to go out with his friends to see a movie at the local cinema, he was accompanied by two of them and they bought their tickets.

When he entered the movie theater, James felt sick to his stomach again, the same feeling he had two weeks ago with that boy he was babysitting, "Maybe it's the nervousness of being away from home for a long time that causes me discomfort in my stomach? naahh"

It started the first 10 minutes of the movie and James could feel several gurgling stomachs *GRRRRRRRRRR* "ugh I think I'll my pants... I'll release some pressure" he lifted his butt a little and... *PFFFTTTT* was a short fart and somewhat quiet, James was afraid that his friends would smell him since he was sitting right between the two, but apparently they didn't notice anything.

When he passed the first sock over his buttocks he felt a lot of pain because of how scratchy it was and the disgust it produced in his because to clean all the mess on his butt he had to turn it several times to use all the clean sides that a sock can offer and after an extensive 10 minutes he vote both socks into the toilet and flush the toilet.

He returned to the movie theater seeing that the movie was about to end, his friends asked him why he had run away and embarrassed, James decided to lie to them saying: "The parents of the boy I'm taking care of called me and I needed to answer them quickly", something that his two friends had a hard time believing, but in the end they accepted his version.

A week has passed since then and James couldn't get that embarrassing situation out of his head, that is, he almost shit in the cinema and that disturbs anyone, but there's no time for that since he was summoned again by Dave's parents.

He was no longer obliged to continue with this job, but he could not give up this as it was a good source of income and above all Dave was someone nice to talk to and obviously he could take care of himself, it was practically easy money.

Everything happened normally, they played video games, they had dinner together but this time Dave decided that it was a good idea to quadruple the dose of laxative he would give James, the effects as expected were twice as fast and twice as "surprising"

While they were playing a stomach roar *GRRRRRRRRR* was present, the sound generated by it was big enough for both of them to notice and start talking about it:

Dave: "Did dinner hurt you?"

James: "A little, but nothing that a fart can't solve"

James leaned over a little while a certain part of Dave's body stood up... *PFTTFTFFFFFFFFFFFTF* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

It was a rather strange sound as if the fart that came out came with more than just air, James froze at that instant while Dave started blushing quite obviously, then, James started running towards the bathroom and Dave did the same until he reached the door and put his eye in the keyhole like the first time.

This time he saw a rather alarmed James trying to rip off his pants in a violent way and when he was left naked from the hips down, Dave could witness how the beautiful bare butt was stained with a rather disastrous brown liquid.

Without even taking off his shirt as he always did, he sat on the toilet, raised his legs to a great height and his anus relaxed:

*PFPPFTPPTFTPFTPFTTFTFT* *SQHQSHQSHQHHSQHSSQSSSSHHHHH* *TRRTRRRRRRRRRRR* *SHQSHSHQSHSHSQHSHQSHS* *SHHHHHH*

This time there was nothing solid, just a giant brown waterfall that can only be compared to the Niagara.

*PFTFTFTFTFFFFF* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *SQHQSHQSHQSSQHQHS* *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR*

In the second burst there were storms of wet farts where drops and drops of diarrhea spread and crashed against the walls of the toilet, each moan that James gave was one of suffering where he felt that each fart destroyed his anus to make way for the load that had to come out somehow.

*PFTFTFTFTFT* *SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH* *PFTFTFTFTFTF* *SHQQHSHHSQSHSHQSHSQ* *KKJKJKJKPRPRPRPRRRRRR*

The cataract came back even stronger than ever, this time his stomach began to tremble as he tried to fart even more:

*GRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT* *PFFFTTTTTTT* *PPFFTT*

It was very hot in the small room, James regained his composure and finally took off his shirt to cool his body as more shit came out, he put his hand on his stomach and prepared for another violent explosion until there was a knock on the door:

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Dave: "All right in there dude?"

Dave "worried" about his friend so he decided to knock on the door (while he was naked touching his crotch)

James: "Haha I think you were right, dinner fell very badly on my stomach..." *PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT*

Dave began to blush even more as he gripped his penis a little tightly, but he decided to hold on a little longer to continue talking to his new love.

Dave: "Sounds like a friendly warfield in there"

James: "Don't be exaggerated, this is real diarrhea from a real man! Have you never had diarrhea too? Hahahaha... ooow" *SQHHSHQSHQSHQS* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRR* *SQHQSHQSHSQHSHQHS*

Dave: "But not diarrhea as huge as yours"

James: "Well, you'll have to get used to it if you want to be my friend! Oh it can't be, Dave, can you pass me some paper?"

At that moment, in addition to almost falling to the floor when he said "be my friend", Dave remembered that he had removed the toilet paper from the bathroom intentionally, and with a "Don't worry" he took the paper hidden in his room and knocked on the door:

Dave: "I'll have to come in to give it to you"

James: "It's okay, but go in at your own risk"

When a foul-smelling cloud came in, it shocked him with a great brutality that almost made him faint and with tears in his eyes he saw a sore but smiling James who tried to hide his shame with a little comedy.

James: "I warned you bro"

Dave: "It looks like someone detonated a pepper spray bomb in here!"

James: "It's just the smell of a sportsman like me! *GRRRRRRR* owww here comes round two! You should leave"

Dave: "I want to see how messy your butt can be!"

James: "Okay, you asked for it!"

James leaned back from the toilet and released what little he had in a violent way:

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT* *QSHHHSHQSHQSHQSQSSQQQQQHSHSS* *QRRRRRRRRR* *PRPRPRPRPRPR* *SQHHSHSHSQH* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PPPPFFFTTTTT*

An embarrassed, heartfelt laugh came out of James' mouth as Dave praised the flatulent potential of his stomach.

James got up from his seat still naked in front of Dave, then began to clean himself and gave one last sentence: "Are we still playing?"

The next morning he had a new activity at his high school which was a photo shoot for the yearbook, everything was going well while he waited in line until his stomach started to growl again: *GRRRRRRRRRR*

"No, not again"

He started massaging his stomach to cushion the pain, but to no avail, he even made things worse as he streamlined the escape from his diarrheal and stinky farts, something that became obvious to the students around him.

After 15 minutes it was finally the turn of the dizzy James who sat in the chair waiting for the photographer.

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Another fart won't hurt..."

*PFFFFFTTTTT* *SQHSQHSQHSQHS*

"Damn it!"

-"Sir, get ready for the photo"

"Huh? excuse me"

It all happened so quickly, the smell of decaying feces filled the small room in a matter of seconds, and his own feces began to fill his poor battered boxers with so much sweat and diarrheal drops that they came out with his previous wet farts.

*CLICK*

Finally, the camera shot, the face in the photo looked quite nervous and you could even see a couple of beads of sweat, but James wouldn't worry about a second photo attempt.

-"Very well young man, you can go"

With those words, James shot straight into the bathroom trying to ignore the confused and disgusted looks of the people who followed him with their eyes, he arrived at the nearest men's bathroom, closed the front door and as more wet farts came out of his body he began to undress without even having entered the cubicle yet.

With a single kick he broke down the door and after so much suffering his butt kissed the porcelain:

*PFTFTFTFTFTFTTFTFFF* *SHHQHSHQSHHQSHQSHQ*

It was an unprecedented emergent diarrhea and although he tries more than he tries, James could not even soften the noise.

*SQHQHSHQSHSQHQSHQSHSHQHQSSQSQSQSQ* *PRRRRRR* *TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

Small solid logs began to come out as a sign that his digestive system continues to work hard to give James a normal shit after so many days with recurrent explosions.

*TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHHSQHSHQSHSQSQHSQSQ* *PFFFFFTFTFTFTTFF* *PFFFTTTT* *PFFFTTTT* *SHQQQQQSHSHSHSHS*

With this explosion he heard the door of the cubicle next door, a boy knocked on James' door and said, "You really needed to go, huh?", James ignored him and continued his work.

*GRRRRRRRRR* *TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PFFFFFTTTT* *TSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *SQHHQSHQSHQSHQSHSQSHSQHS* *GRRRRRRRRR*

He didn't feel satisfied, but he wouldn't go crazy and keep shitting in high school, he cleaned himself with the little paper he had and discarded his boxers in the trash walking like this all day with only pants on his legs.

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.2 K Warnings: none Prompt: Things finally start to make sense, maybe you'll finally discover one of the mysteries that have been surrounding you This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

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Chapter 14: Maybe I’m Amazed

Monday October 25th, 1976

You and Remus had a presentation today, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. You waited near the door of the classroom, with your notes in your hands, looking over them while tapping your feet on the ground, toying with your ring, and turning to look at the hall every couple of seconds, hoping to see him miraculously arrive. But he didn’t, in fact, it was the second time that day people you expected to see were nowhere to be found. 

You were also supposed to go flying with James and Sirius in the morning like you did every single day, but neither of the boys made it. You went up to knock on their room’s door, but nobody answered, and after waiting for a few minutes, you decided to go for the morning flight by yourself. 

Professor Flitwick saw you at the door, looking nervous and smiled at you empathetically from his desk. When your class was just about to start you sighed and walked closer to him. 

“Professor, I don’t understand what’s happening, I’m not sure if Remus will make it. He didn’t tell me anything, I haven’t seen him since yesterday and I–“ 

“It’s ok,” he said calmly “Mr. Lupin is sick, I was informed.” 

“Sick?” You asked with a frown. 

Flitwick nodded, “I believe he and some of his friends all ate something that upset their stomachs at Hogsmeade on Saturday, they’re at the nurses’ office.” 

You opened your eyes wide, that was your lie. But if the boys really were at the infirmary, then it meant something had happened to them on their stupid prank last night. 

You frowned, almost wanting to run off to see them, but resisted the urge to do so “What’s gonna happen to our presentation then? He’s worked so hard on it, I wouldn’t want him to lose his grade.” 

“You can present with him next class,” he told you comprehensively “It’s ok Miss (Y/LN), take your seat, don’t stress too much about it. I know you’ll give a brilliant presentation once your partner’s feeling better.” 

You nodded “Thank you, Professor,” you told him with a smile and went to take one of the seats. 

The class started, Lily and Marlene had worked on their project together and they went first, talking about the properties of wordless magic and then making a very small presentation, teaching some volunteers to make sparks with their wands without saying a word. Tom and Marlene were next, and they gave a talk about the dangers of dark magic and so on. A couple other students asked for volunteers, and while in normal situations you’d have been among the first to raise your hand, today was an exception, you were a little too busy, tapping your feet under the desk and looking at the clock every couple of minutes. 

At some point you decided you had to do something, so you took some parchment out and wrote a small note: 

Hey Puppy! You all right? I missed you and Prongs on our morning flight today… Remus missed our presentation too, tell him Flitwick said we could present next class. Are you all really at the infirmary? Because I know for a fact it wasn’t something you ate… Unless you actually ate something last night, I wouldn’t put that past you lot, but I’m sure that’s not it. I’ll keep an eye out for your answer plane. 

You read it over a couple of times and then started to bend it into a very small paper plane that you left over your desk. When class was over you used the same spell Remus had used at the beginning of the course so that your little plane landed close to Sirius. 

It wasn’t until you were in the middle of transfigurations that a different paper plane landed over your desk, you carefully unfolded it and started reading:

Hey beautiful! Thanks for that strong vote of confidence! We didn’t actually eat anything bad. Remus says he’s sorry for missing the class, and that he’ll do your homework for a week to make it up to you, I’m jealous! 

We really are at the infirmary though, last night’s prank went awry and we accidentally got attacked by Grindylows. We’re all right, Remus got the worst of it anyway… But we came to check on him first thing in the morning, that’s why we didn’t make it to the morning flight. Your rumour somehow got all the way to Poppy, and when we went to check on Remus she gave us some medicine and had us stay in the infirmary to check on us… so it’s basically your fault. 

Anyway, you should still come see your poor boyfriend in the infirmary, pamper him with kisses and offer him some tasty treats… at least.

ps. Since I haven’t retrieved the ones from last week, that would mean you owe me six so far…

You smiled when you finished reading, Sirius was a total flirt, and you loved that about him. When you read over it though, you frowned, that was the second time Remus got hurt after a prank, and if they were attacked by Grindylows, there was no way they were just fine, those little creatures could be absolute savages, you’d know, since one time a friend at your older school had fallen on the lake and been attacked by those nasty little water beings, she had to be taken to the hospital wing, and stayed there for a week. Of course, Remus was bigger, stronger, and a more advanced wizard, since that had happened to her in 3rd year, but regardless, Remus must be pretty battered up, again. 

Finally, you sighed and went back to trying to turn the quill you had in front of you into a bird. Not that you were doing too good at that either.  You let out an exasperated groan after your 3rd try of only getting a beak and little legs to appear on the quill. 

Professor McGonagall approached you  “Everything ok Miss (Y/LN)?”

You nodded, the air of exasperation remaining regardless, “I’m really struggling to get this right,” you told her “This is the first time I ever done transfiguration, and no magic had been this challenging for me before, it’s just…” 

McGonagall smiled understandingly “Would you mind if I got you a tutor? I know a couple students from your year that would be more than willing to help.” 

“I… uh… I’m not really that close to everyone in my year…” 

McGonagall raised an eyebrow, you were pretty much already a member of one of the Gryffindor friend groups, and the rumour that you and Sirius were dating was already spreading too “I was thinking Mr. Lupin could help, and from what I gather you’re already friends…”  

“Oh… Remus? Yeah, we’re close!” 

“Excellent, I’ll tell him once he’s back on his feet. Poor boy, he must be feeling pretty tattered up today.” 

You nodded “Yeah, he shouldn’t have eaten that.” 

“Eaten what?” She asked, confused. 

You arched your eyebrows “The thing at Hogsmeade that made them all end up in the infirmary…” 

“They all?” Minerva quipped “Who else is in the infirmary?” 

“Sirius, James and Peter.” 

“They are there?!” She asked, seemingly surprised. You frowned, how did McGonagall know Remus was in the hospital if she didn’t know the boys were there too?

“Isn’t that the reason Remus was in the infirmary?” You asked, rather confused. 

“The reason he–? Oh right, yeah right, must have slipped my mind.” She said and stepped away. 

You frowned, there were many things that did not make sense with Remus Lupin, you’d already accepted that, and moved on from it, since he was one of the best people you’d ever met, but this, this was just off. McGonagall was not the type of teacher to whom things just “slipped her mind”, and that was a fact. Unless she knew Remus had been in the infirmary for another reason, and if that reason was that he’d been attacked by Grindylows, then that would imply she knew about the boys’ prank and was covering for them, which made even less sense. 

And today was not the first time things were weird, it was like some teachers knew something that you didn’t. And it was all somehow related to Remus. And you really did not want to pry, but your mind, being naturally curious, could not stop thinking about it. And it all seemed so familiar; like you only needed to find the one little string that would solve the entire mystery, and it was just there for you to reach out and pull, but somehow, you were trying to find the tail end with your eyes closed. Maybe Remus really did blindfold you the first time you met, but instead of using the physical blindfold, he’d used an intricate web of half-facts and untold tales. Of course, he didn’t owe you any kind of explanation, and it was not like you were going to ask but a part of you really, really wanted to discover the mystery. 

You spend the entire class pondering all the little things that didn’t make sense about Remus Lupin, thinking of trillions of ways in which they could be connected to each other, but nothing seemed to make sense. No matter how much you racked your brain, you could not find the string to tie it all out. You were so focused in uncovering the mystery that you didn’t even realise when the class was over. 

“Hey (Y/N)! You ok?” Tom said as he shook your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You nodded “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You said, but your head was pounding from so much thinking, and to be honest, you did not want to deal with divination class, so you corrected yourself “Actually, would you mind telling Spellman I’m feeling a little dizzy, and that I’m going to the infirmary?” 

Tom gave you a look and nodded, the two of you stood together and started walking towards the door “And where are you actually going to?” He asked, curiosity getting the best of him. 

“Hm? Oh, to the infirmary actually, I’ll just pass by the kitchens first.” 

“The kitchens?” He asked confused as you both continued walking towards the stairs. 

“I’m taking some food for the boys,” you explained, Tom nodded, but still looked confused “They got caught up in the excuse from yesterday and Poppy got them to stay in the infirmary to check on them.” 

“So you’re just feeling bad as an excuse to go see your sweet boyfriend,” he teased. 

You nodded “Yeah, and my friend who got attacked by Grindyllows.” 

Tom frowned “Grindylows? At this time of the year?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“It’s weird, when the lake starts to cool down they disappear.” 

You frowned at that, yet another puzzle piece to solve, but by then Tom was already walking towards a different set of stairs “See you around, hope you feel better, I’ll tell Spellman where you went,” he said loudly. Tom really was the worst liar you’d ever met. 

“Thanks Tom,” you managed to say before scurrying through one of the hall entrances, so people wouldn’t notice the weird exchange you’d had. 

Once you got to the kitchens you knocked on the frame and asked the elves if you could have some food, they nodded and started preparing you some snacks to go, you asked around, hoping to find Nimbbletwist, but the elves told you that she’d been commission to something by Dumbledore that particular day. When they were done you thanked them profusely and waved goodbye. You grabbed the package of food and after placing the entire thing inside your backpack you started walking towards the infirmary. 

Once you were next to the huge, half-opened doors, you slowly slipped inside, hoping not to cause too much of a stir inside, but the place was pretty much empty, other than the hushed whispers you heard at the end of the room. A curtain was covering the boys from your sight, and muffling their voices. 

“We need to find a better way to deal with your furry little problem,” You heard Peter say “Moony’s been going pretty wild the past few times.” 

“Ehm…” You cleared your throat, whatever the boys were talking about, the fact that they were whispering about in an empty room, meant that the conversation was secret enough for them, and you were not planning to eavesdrop on some of the nicest people you’d met. “Morning boys,” you said with an awkward wave. 

Sirius smiled the second he spotted you, Peter looked like he’d seen a ghost, and Remus looked too tired to care much about you having shown up almost out of nowhere. But James was the first one to speak “Hey (Y/N)! Sorry we missed the morning flight.” 

You nodded “Sirius told me all about your mishaps,” you said as you walked closer to them, you looked around trying to find a sitting spot, and when you didn’t you resolved to stay standing “Brought you guys some snacks.” 

“You actually did?” Sirius asked with a dashing smile, eyes shining in content. His girl had brought him snacks, and she looked as lovely as ever while doing so. By then, you were already turning your backpack in front of you and pulling the little pack the elves had built for you. So he helped you hold it as you pulled the food pack and placed it on the bed besides Remus. They’d packed sausage rolls, pork pies, scotch pancakes, Jaffa cakes and tiny Bakewell tarts, Peter dug right into the sausage rolls, like he was starving. 

“Poppy didn’t give you boys any food?” 

“She gave us soup,” Peter said in between bites “It was so bland and tasteless, she said it’d make our stomachs feel better.” 

“I thought it was good,” Remus said with a shrug. 

“Yeah, you got the one with spices,” Peter complained “You should’ve said we had a headache or something instead.” 

You raised an eyebrow, “Since when are headaches something 4 people can have at the same time?” You retorted. 

Peter shrugged in response “A magical headache or whatever.” 

“At least, thanks to you, we didn’t get in trouble for skipping class,” James said with a shrug. 

“Exactly, that’s my girl!” Sirius said with a wink, then he grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap, you arched your eyebrow at him once you were comfortably sitting on him “You looked like you were tired.” 

You laughed, shaking your head “Yeah, sure Puppy, if you say so.” 

“Don’t think I’ve stopped counting,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, setting the two of you in a more comfortable position. 

Finally, you turned to Remus, he wasn’t eating any of the things you’d brought, James was munching on a pork pie and even Sirius was enjoying a Bakewell tart, but Remus looked genuinely beaten up. He had a sharp gush on his face, and another one down his arm, probably many more underneath his clothes and bandages. Just when you started to pay attention to the open wounds, and realising how different they were from the ones your friend had gotten when she was attacked by Grindyllows, Sirius spoke again “You’re wearing your ring today,” he said pointing at it as he grabbed your hand to look at it. 

“Found it in a drawer as I was getting ready in the morning,” you told him “seemed to match the mood of yesterday.” 

“Because of the moon and the stars,” Sirius agreed, paying a closer look at your ring, you nodded, “It’s very beautiful,” he said, slipping it out of your finger and testing if it would fit in his pinky, it stood out among his thicker rings, but he didn’t seem to mind. 

“Won’t you eat anything?” Peter asked Remus as he munched on his fourth sausage roll. 

“I’m not really feeling it,” Remus responded. 

“Mmm… Actually–“ you said as you placed a cookie in your mouth to bring your backpack to your lap again. Sirius took the cookie from your lips and held it for you, you turned to him and whispered a small “thanks,” before you continued to rummage through your bags, “It’s here!” You said as you pulled out a chocolate bar. It was the same brand Remus always carried around, and you’d bought a few at Honeydukes over the weekend. You’d decided to always carry one in your bag, to offer to Remus when he was feeling off, just like he’d done for you several times. You handed it over to him. 

The boy smiled as he grabbed onto it “Thanks love! Don’t deserve it after I failed you for today’s presentation.” 

“Don’t be silly Rem, you had an accident,” you told him motioning to him on the bed. 

“And where’s my chocolate bar?” Asked Sirius as he leaned his head over your shoulder to give Remus a better look. 

“You don’t get one today Puppy, I only packed one in the morning, sorry.” 

“And you gave it to Remus instead of me?” He teased, playing offended. “You do remember I am your boyfriend right?”  

“Well, clearly Remus was the one to save all of your asses last night,” you said pointing at the bandaged boy, and then at the rest, who barely had a scratch on them “However the hell did you get into a fight with Grindylows?” 

“We were trying to get some gillyweed,” Remus responded while he pulled on the paper of the chocolate bar to open it “for a special prank we wanted to do on the Slytherins.” 

“With gillyweed?” You asked with a frown. 

“For a potion,” James added “took the recipe from one of Grandpa’s old journals.” 

You narrowed your eyes at James, but nodded, Who knows? the Potters are pretty much experts on potions, they’d know. “Did you get it?” 

Remus shook his head “We were too busy with the Grindylows.”

“I could maybe help you–˝

“–No!” Remus, James, Sirius and Peter said at the same time. You closed your mouth at that, taken aback by their answer. 

“Love, you did see Moony, right? Do you wanna end up like that?” Sirius reasoned. 

“Well… I’m a good swimmer, I could scare the Grindylows away with bombarda or something–”

“–don’t worry about it,” said James “We decided we would buy it in a magazine and get it delivered, we don’t wanna have to go through that again,” he motioned to Remus. 

“But thanks for offering,” Remus added “It’s very brave of you.” 

You shook your head, “those stupid Slytherin boys have been getting on my nerves lately, whatever prank you do to them, I’d love to help.” 

“They’ve bothered you again since the broom incident?” Sirius asked. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered the way Evan had pulled you over the railing last night. 

“Nothing I can’t deal with, they’re just a bunch of cowards.” 

James looked at you with apprehension, he thought it was his fault that Barty had started to pick on you, after all the ball you threw at his face had originally been directed at him, not at you. You wondered if the boys had heard of yesterday’s commotion in the astronomy tower, they probably hadn’t, they wouldn’t be relaxed at all. 

Sirius yawned from behind, closing his eyes as he leaned closer to you, resting his head over your neck. “You boys should go get some sleep,” you told them when you noticed that it wasn’t only Sirius who was sleepy, James’ shoulders were slumped, and he normally stood straight, while Peter was sluggishly munching onto his fourth sausage roll. “I’ll stay with Rem, I need to wait for Poppy to come anyway, I want something for my headache.”

“You’ve got a headache?” Remus asked with a frown, “Why didn’t you tell us earlier?”  

You tried to shrug but stopped when you remembered Sirius still had his head over your shoulder “You looked a lot worse,” you said with a teasing smile. 

He shook his head with a breathy laugh, “Don’t put yourself second luv, I’m fine, I’m strong! See?” He said as he raised his arm and as if to show off his muscles. 

You laughed, he wasn’t lying, but it was still funny. “You sure you can stay luv? What about your classes?” Sirius asked. 

“I’ll catch up later, it’s easy. It’s not like we have transfiguration.” 

“Still having trouble with that?” Peter asked politely. 

You nodded “That’s literally the cause of my headache, couldn’t get a feather to turn into a bird. McGonagall said she’d give me a tutor.” 

“How delightful,” Sirius said ironically. 

“My thoughts exactly,” you agreed, “but then she said it’d be Remus, so it’s fine, we’re already working together in so many other classes, he must be getting sick of my face.” 

“Oh shut up, I would never,” he said as he broke off another square of his chocolate.

Sirius extended his hands towards him “Gimme soooome Moooony!”

Remus rolled his eyes, but extended his hand with a piece towards your boyfriend anyway, when their hands brushed against each other Remus hissed “What the hell Pads?” He said with a frown, looking betrayed. 

Sirius looked at his hand, his eyes widened as he saw he was still wearing your ring, your silver ring. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shock you.” 

“Shock him?” You asked confused, that wasn’t the reaction you’d expect from someone who’d gotten an electricity shock. Let alone Remus’.

Remus nodded, “I’ve got a small cut in my hand,” he lied “It was rather unexpected.” 

You looked at him with a bit of a frown, you hadn’t seen any cuts on his hand. James suddenly stood up and clapped, gathering everyone’s attention “Well, if I don’t move now, I’m falling asleep on this chair. Pete, Pads, you coming along?” 

While you turned your head to look at James, Remus threw a look at Sirius, who frowned apologetically and mouthed “I’m sorry, I forgot.” 

“I’m coming,” Peter said, standing up after James. “Need anything from the dorm?” He asked Remus. 

He shook his head “I’ll catch up with my homework later.” He responded. 

“I’ve got a couple of books here in my bag, we can read something while they go sleep.” You offered your friend with a smile. 

“Sounds great!” Remus responded with a smile. 

“Nerds!” Sirius teased. 

“Pads?” Peter asked, “You coming too?” 

Sirius nodded, burying his head on your back as he hugged you tighter. 

“You don’t have to go,” you told him since he didn’t look like he wanted to let go of you just yet. 

“Why don’t you come nap with me instead?” He mumbled, voice a little muffled since he still had his head pressed to your back. “You smell really nice today.” Truth be told, Sirius thought you smelled nice every day, but with some of the dog qualities still lingering on him after the previous hours of being a dog, he was both extra sensitive to smell,  and extra clingy of his human too, not that you knew any of it. 

“Let the poor girl breathe mate!” Peter teased. Sirius just groaned in response. 

“I’m gonna stand up luv,” he told you, you were about to stand, but he just stood up while still holding onto you, and once he was up, he slid to the side, and dropped you right back on the chair. Well then, I guess that works too, you thought. 

“Bye Puppy,” you told him as he walked towards his friends. He raised his hands, showing 9 fingers up and raising his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, but also realised he was still wearing your ring on his pinky finger “Oi my ring!” 

“I’m keeping it as collateral,” he told you, “‘least until you pay up what you owe.” You gave him an amused smile and shook your head as he left. 

“What do you owe him?” Remus asked once the boys were gone. 

“He hasn’t told you about that yet?” You asked casually “says he doesn’t like being called Puppy–“ 

“–that’s a lotta crap.” 

You laughed “Yeah, well he charges a kiss for every time I call him that.” 

Remus raised his eyebrows, now he was amused “he’s just taking advantage of you love…” 

“Is he though?” You said back with a little smirk “The way I see it is a win-win situation. He gets to be all flirty and I get to kiss his pretty lips.” 

“Touché,” the boy agreed, he too thought Sirius had pretty lips “Can I tease him with the nickname too?” 

“All you want,” you replied with a smile “if he tries to kiss you, though, don’t blame me for it.” You both laughed, and a comfortable silence followed, then you remembered you still had books inside your bag and pulled them out, setting them on the bed beside him. He grabbed the one at the top when you noticed which book it was, you pulled it from his hands. “You can’t read that one.” 

“I can’t read… A Wizard's Handy Handbook of Spells?” He asked as he read the cover name from your hands. 

“It’s not that,” you added, holding it tightly between your arms. “It’s… not actually A Wizard's Handy Handbook of Spells, I charmed the cover.” He arched an eyebrow and tried to take it from your grasp, you pulled back but it was too late, he had it in his hands again.  Remus had an awful lot of energy for someone who had been badly hurt just a couple of hours ago. “Remus, give me that!” 

“I wanna know why you charmed the cover first,” he said while dangling the book in the air. 

You looked at him with a frown and jumped forward to try and grasp the book from his hands, but he pulled it back, to the side of the bed. “Remus!” 

“Am I gonna have to read it?” 

You stood up, and extended your hands over him, to try and get the book that was on the other side of the bed, but your feet got trapped with your backpack strap and you ended up falling over Remus. He groaned as your body crashed over a particularly nasty bruise. Your scent filled his nostrils from the closeness, Sirius was right, you smelled awfully nice, a little like him too.

“Shit Rem, I’m sorry,” you said standing up as soon as possible “I didn’t mean to–“ The brusque movements had caused his shirt to rise up slightly and you actually saw the nasty bruise your body had crashed against, you looked at it with a concerned frown and then back at your friend “Remus…” 

He averted your gaze, he did not like being pitted “I’m fine.” He said once he turned back to you, using his free hand to pull down his shirt again “I’m strong, remember?” 

“Yeah, someone falling over a bruise hurts, no matter how strong…” 

He shrugged, he’d definitely had worse than you falling over him “You’re light, didn’t hurt much.” You looked at him, sighing “and you smell nice, no wonder Sirius wants to have you on his lap all the time.” Finally, you laughed, shaking your head as you stared at your friend. Remus realised you had a really nice laugh as you did, he shook his head from the trance of staring, he wasn’t sure he’d ever found a girl as pretty as you. “Will you tell me what kind of book you were trying to hide from me, or will I have to figure it out myself?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“It’s a spicy romance novel,” you said avoiding his gaze, he smiled diverted. The more you know, he thought. “It was recommended!” You added. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

“It was!” You insisted “By your little Ravenclaw girlfriend, actually” 

“Nina Blythe?!” he asked in disbelief.

You nodded “Are you sure you don’t want to date her? She’s clearly into the good stuff.” He gave you a look and you laughed, Nina was beautiful, but she definitely still had a baby face, like Remus had said when you told him she had a crush on him.

“She’s not really my type.” 

“Which is…?”

“None of your business, of course.” He replied sassily, and then changed the subject “How spicy?” He asked, curiosity taking the best of him. 

You shrugged “I’ll tell you when I get to the spicy part,” you told him with a shrug, taking the book from his hands, he let you do it without any fuzz this time “But um…” you pointed at one of the other books on the bed “this one’s good, you’d like it.”

“Is it also spicy?” He teased. 

“Remus!” You complained, “Not every single book I read is spicy!” 

He shrugged “Wouldn’t shame you if you did.” 

You rolled your eyes and let out a breathy laugh. “It’s not spicy, but it is really good.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said, taking the book and opening on the first page. Soon enough the two of you were comfortably reading. You were so engrossed in your book that you’d totally forgotten the initial reason you’d gone there. But as you continued flipping pages, it was like the string you had been trying to reach earlier was finally there, shining brightly for you to take it, and tie all the mysterious facts into one sole explanation. As your eyes moved through the words in the book, the description of the male lead started to resonate with you…

Remus was strong. Remus had a lot of scars and bruises all over his body, and they were definitely not caused by Grindyllows, he always carried around a calming draught and had other rather strong painkiller potions in his room as well, he tended to stay away from you when you wore your silver ring, literally jumping from your grasp when you touched him with it on one time, and was also visibly mad at Sirius when he brushed over his fingers with it on, as if they both knew something you didn’t –electric shock, my ass. 

McGonagall knew he was in the infirmary, no, she expected him to be in the infirmary today, yesterday was full moon. 

When you told him that he could get the Fluxweed he said he was good at catching so he switched with you, he would’ve had to harvest it on the full moon. All the boys got really suspicious during the full moon, and the two times you’d seen the full moon happen in the castle, Remus and all the boys had disappeared. Peter was talking about “a furry little problem” just before you cleared your throat earlier. James had joked about his romance novel being called “The Beast Within.”

In the boggart class, when you got a werewolf, all the boys had tensed up, even the way Lily had approached you, constantly looking back and forth between him and you. 

You looked up at him, Remus looked tired, Remus had a great sense of smell, Remus got a lot more irritable around this time of the month, Remus was ripped even if he didn’t look like the type to do much exercise, in fact, you’d never seen him do exercise. Remus Bogart had been the moon. Remus was right in front of you, looking like he’d been up all night and yesterday was full moon. 

Remus’ nickname… Remus’ nickname was fucking Moony! 

YESTERDAY WAS FULL MOON. 

Finally seeing clearly every single thing that didn’t make sense in your head, all the half-told tales and the lies and the inconsistencies, “You’re a werewolf…” you mumbled, almost in a whisper. 

He had been too distraught with the book to notice, so he looked up at you “Sorry, what was that, luv?” 

Your head started swirling with fast thoughts, Remus hadn’t told you himself. Remus probably wanted his lycanthropy to be a secret. Remus had gone to great lengths to hide it. You’d barely met him a couple of months ago and you were sure most people didn’t know about his condition, other than a few teachers, the boys and, maybe Lily. She probably knows, in the bogart class, she seemed alarmed. But Marlene, Mary, Beth? They probably have no clue. What right did you have to know before the people who’d met him years ago? Whoever the hell were you to butt in on this boy’s life? Even if he’d become one of your closest friends. I do not want to make Remus uncomfortable. I do not want Remus to hate me for prying. “I.. uh.. Do you like golf?” You improvised, almost cringing at yourself for how stupid your question had been. 

“Golf?” He asked with a frown.

“Aha…” you continued “the muggle sport, Golf. With uhm.. sticks and small balls,” you then made a little golf swing with your hands. 

“Yeah, I know Golf,” he responded, still confused “Never played it tho.” 

“Me neither,” you responded honestly “This character though,” you pointed to the book “Seems like- very obsessed with it.” 

Remus frowned and leaned forward on the bed, to try and get a glimpse of the book, you remembered that you were literally on the page about the scars on the werewolf’s body and you instantly dropped the book. It closed shut on the floor. You leaned down “Oh no, I lost my page.” Maybe you were a worse liar than Tom in the end. 

Remus arched an eyebrow as he saw you leaning on the floor, you looked rather desperate. 

“You okay?” You nodded and sat back on the chair. “So… how was it? spicy?” 

“Not much so far,” you responded honestly “just very in-depth descriptions of the male lead’s toned abdomen from the time they went to swim on a lake together.” 

Remus nodded, maybe he’d have to borrow the book from you at some point. “And you’re liking it?” 

“Plot’s good, yeah. Very enlightening.” 

“Enlightening?” He asked, not quite understanding how abs would be enlightening, but who knows, maybe they are. 

“Mhm…” you said when you realised the slip-up “What about your book?” you decided to drag the subject away from the spicy werewolf book and onto the one Remus had instead. 

“I’m loving it, actually. I didn’t know you had such great taste in books.” 

You smiled at the compliment “The portrait of Dorian Gray is an absolute classic, it has some of the most killer quotes I’ve read in my life.” 

“Nowadays people know the price of everything–“ he started.

“–and value nothing…” you finished the quote for him, “And there are so many others, you won’t be able to stop.” You told him with a smile, “Like… the only way to get rid of temptation, is–“ 

“–to yield to it.” He said at the same time as you did, a certain glimmer in his eyes when he did. 

Out if nowhere the images of the kiss you’d had at Marlene’s party came back to Remus, he remembered how soft and gentle you’d been, he remembered how your hand over his shoulder had felt, how kind your lips had been to his, how you’d tasted of fresh berries and potions, how after the kiss was over you looked genuinely pleased but cracked a joke to ease the tension, how contagious your laugh had been… how sweet you smelled that day, always with a hint of Sirius’ scent from how close you were to each other. What the hell is wrong with me? She’s dating Sirius! She’s dating Sirius –my crush best friend– Black, he thought. He snapped himself out of it as soon as he could, coughing up a couple of times to clear his throat. 

You looked at him, with a bit of concern and stood up, quickly walking towards the nightstand to pour some water on a glass and hand it over to him, he took it, fingers brushing against your small hands. He cursed himself for feeling something when they did, he’d rather feel nothing at all. Why must you be so kind?, he thought as you waited for him to finish drinking, to put the glass back in his place.  “Thank you,” he mumbled. 

You just smiled kindly “That’s what friends are for.” No, he thought, the boys were rarely as attentive as you were, and Lily, well Lily rarely visited after the full moon, even if she always took a moment to ask if he was feeling alright. Maybe that was why he was feeling so weird all of a sudden, he just wasn’t used to being cared for the way you cared for him. He then started to wonder if you were that nice to everyone, or only to your closest friends, he wanted to know if you also carried around Peter’s or Prong’s favourite treats in your bag, or if you had ever given chocolate to Tom, Alex or Teddy, if you borrowed books to Lily, or if you laughed along Nina the same way you did with him, he felt a tiny pang of jealousy when he imagined those things happening. Remus, stop it! he told himself, by then you’d already sat back in your seat, and found yourself engrossed in your book. Or at least you were pretending to be, in really you were still cursing yourself for asking if he liked golf. 

When you noticed he was staring you turned to him with a diverted smile “Do I have something in my face?” 

He seemed to be snapped out of his own thoughts “What?” 

“You were staring,” you told him, pretending to be uninterested as you still looked at the book, in reality, you were wondering if maybe he’d heard you ask if he was a werewolf and if he was considering how to kick you out of his life for butting in on his private business. 

“Ah…” he acknowledged “I wasn’t…. I was thinking of last night’s accident,” he lied. 

“Of course,” you responded, “Grindylows must’ve  been horrifying.” 

He nodded, absentmindedly and the two returned to your respective books. 

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Best friends?

Dream x Reader

Warnings!: kissing, making out, Dream pulls reader onto his lap, mentions of Dream's real name Clay, whipped Dream& hair grabbing.

Summary!: Y/n and her boy best friend, Clay, had known each other since forever, they did almost everything together and lately there had been some tension between them. One day they were hanging out, when Clay suggested they play truth or dare. Feeling bored, she agreed.

"Damn girl you be looking thick" you said in a deep voice, looking at him up and down with a hand on your chin, at his front door. "Are gonna come in or are you gonna be annoying" he said in an annoyed voice. "I'm gonna come in, geez learn how to take a joke Clay" you said pushing past him an into his house like you owned it.

"It's been so long since we last hanged out" you said, walking to his living room and plopping yourself on his couch. "We hanged out literally just last week" he replied, with a stiff look on his face. "I know that's like so long" you looked at him and batted your thick eyelashes at him.

He sighed, taking a space next to you and turning to look at you. "Soo" you trailed off, "so? " he props an eyebrow at you "anything new? " "it's been one week, what new could possibly happen in a week". "A lot of things can happen in one week time" you replied to him, accidentally making eye contact with him.

"Well nothing new happened, happy now" you expected him to break the eye contact that was starting to intense, but he didn't. A few silent seconds went by, without you realizing. When you finally did realized, you instantly looked to the opposite direction of him, a heavy blush painting your face.

Right at that moment, patches walked into the room, immediately heading over to you. You mentally thanked the heavens for saving you from the awkward moment you shared with Clay. "Aww patches" you picked her up into your lap "I bet you missed mommy so much" yep, you were her human mom...

"She did" he chuckled from beside, trying to also break the awkward tension. "I don't doubt it, after all I'm her mother" you slightly raised her into air, looking up at how cute she looked. "Mhm" he hummed, and you tried your best you ignore the butterflies that was swarming your stomach.

You rested her back on the floor, turning to look at him who was already looking at you, you pouted your lips at him. "What" he laughed slightly, "I'm hungry, cook for me please" you gave him the eyes while batting your eyelashes at him.

"Fine" he looked away from you, a shade of pink coating his face. 'That easy?' you thought to yourself normally he'd try to make some excuse before actually making you something. A evident frown made it's way on your face, he couldn't see it since his back was turned to you.

He got up making his way to the kitchen with you following right behind. "What are you going to make? " you asked, as you entered the kitchen, making your way to the counter top and sitting yourself down on it. "Idk, maybe pasta" he said, looking straight at you, into your eyes. "Yes please" you cooed, his pasta always made your mouth water.

He set the pasta to boil, before making his way to his refrigerator that was near the counter you sat on. "You want something to drink? " he turned to look at you, "you got any lemonade? " you questioned, suddenly feeling for lemonade. "Shit, no I got to make some" he grabbed a lemon from the fridge setting beside you.

"Damn Clay acting boyfriend material to me right now" you joked, while he scoffed almost offended. "Shut up, you know your the only I'd do this for" he said while grinding the lemon. "Am I that special" a giggle erupted from your throat "yes now stop distracting me" he said, causing you to burst out in a fit of giggles.

He strained the juice he squeezed from the lemon, adding sugar and ice to the strained juice, before handing you the cup. "Thank you" you cooed smiling ever so sweet at him, while he playfully rolled his eyes while making his way to the boiling pan. "You mind grabbing another pan for me" he said while emptying the water from the soften spaghetti, "sure" you replied.

You made your way down the counter and towards where he kept all his pans and spoons, grabbing a medium size one. Coming up to his side, you handed him the pan. He grabbed the pan out your hands, a slight skin connection was held between you two.

Even the slightest, uncalled touches had electricity flowing through you. He rested the spaghetti aside and started to make the tomato sauce. He stirred the bright red liquid, while you stood right beside him, eyes also staring down at the sauce.

"Are you really that hungry" he joked noticing the way you licked your lips every now and then. "Don't talk bout it" you glared at him, while he bursted out in to fits of laughter. "Stop laughing and cook my food" you whined, tugging on the end of his hoodie, "ok madam".

He tried his best to calm himself down, and eventually he did. Finally after taking a whole ten minutes, he was finally finished with the sauce. Grabbing a plate, he stuffed it with spaghetti before dropping the tomato sauce all over it.

"Your so good to me Clay, I love you" you gave him a cheeky smile, "I know" he returned your smile, handing you your plate of food. "You wanna watch a movie? " you resisted the urge to stuff your mouth, as you requested him "sure" he replied.

You made your way to his living room, both hands holding onto your plate tight. He took off the light, allowing the tv to light up the room. He sat down, more like plopping, you followed right behind him. You swirled your fork around, trying to grab as much spaghetti you could before stuffing it your mouth.

You tapped his shoulder as he looked through the different movie, "hm" he turned to you "you want a bite? " you asked making a swirl for him. He didn't say anything and just opened his mouth, indicating yes he wanted a bite. You fed him the spaghetti you had on your fork, also stuffing his mouth with the pasta.

An indirect kiss.

Soon, the plate was emptied between the two of you and on the tv played Star Wars. You were starting to get bored not because you literally watch the movie at least 50 times because you felt like you was home alone, despite him right next to you.

Him seemed to notice so he paused to the movie, before turning to look at you who was looking at him with a confused look. "You wanna play truth or dare? " he asked, "why'd you stop the movie? " you asked, ignoring his question. "You were getting bored so I paused it," he replied "I wasn't, put it back on" you protested, but he wasn't having it.

"No, let's play truth or dare" he said, more like demanding you, which made you roll your eyes. "Fine" you agree, not really feeling to go back and forth with him. "Ok, you go first truth or dare" he seemed excited, it's just game of truth or dare right?. "Truth" typical your not going with dare knowing how crazy he is and seeing him excited made you kinda suspicious.

"Is it true that you once accidentally kill a mosquito and called me 3am in the fucking morning to bawl your eyes out? " he asked like if it wasn't true, even though you both know it was 100% true. "Shut up that was like a year ago" you covered your face, remembering the embarrassing night you called him because of the mosquito, while he started laughing.

"Stop lying, that was just like last month you know it" his laughter echoed around the living room, you gave him a dirty look. "Whatever, your turn truth or dare? " "truth", understandable. "Is it true that you once tried to talk to your crush and ended up vomiting all over her" your giggles were heard in between the truth but it managed to get out.

A red shade took over his face, remembering the time he puked all over Jane Matthew's jacket in the school playground. "That was like 9 years ago Y/n really? " he groaned, " yes it's still funny as fuck" you pointed out, still laughing.

"Truth or dare" he asked, it's been twenty minutes into the game and it's not bad. You picked dare a couple of times, mostly going with truth, he did the something. "Truth" you replied.

"Is it true that you'd date me? " he mutter, you barely heard him, but you did.

You froze, you probably misheard him and was taking it the wrong way. "I didn't hear you" you laugh it off awkwardly and he looked you straight into your eyes. "Is it true that you'd date me" he said, a lot more audible to your ears.

You loved him and still do, but you felt like you couldn't what if it was some cruel joke on you, whatever. You looked down to your hands that layed in your lap. "I don't have an answer to that Clay" Clay, you only used his real name when you were serious.

You really didn't have an answer to him though. You were scared that your 18 year old friendship was gonna get flushed down the toilet. "What do you mean? " his voice laced with confusion, too genuine. "I don't want to ruin our friendship, like we've been best friends for 18 full years and I don't want to end our friendship and become distant an shit like what if we don't work ou-" you cut off.

With his lips against yours.

You were speechless, despite he was literally kissing you, you were stunned. A mere 34 second past by and you was still in your shock era. Finally coming to your senses you realized it. Clay is kissing you, your best friend of 18 years is kissing you.

Immediately you kissed him back, your arms latched around his neck, which his made their way to your waist. You both know what you were doing, but you both didn't care, it just felt to fucking good to stop.

He pulled away breathing heavily, his hands pulling you onto his lap, before pulling you back down to meet his lips. Your hands made their way behind his head, lightly gripping on to his hair. One of his hand travelled up from your waist to your neck, wrapping his hand around your neck and just keeping it there, no squeezing, nothing.

Your lips molded with each other's like it was made for you both. His light grip on your neck was doing wanders. You brushed your hand through his hair, pushing it back as it came in your face. Slowly you pulled away, as you was starting to get breathless. He was starting to get breathless too but he didn't care , he just wanted to kiss you all day long.

"Clay" you whispered, staring down into his eyes.

"Y/n" he muttered, keeping up eye contact with you.

"I want you Y/n, not in a sexual way but in a lover's way I'm so fucking in love with you, you have no fucking idea" the hand around your neck fell back down to your waist to hold you against him like you was gonna run away.

"Please don't fuck with me Clay" he frowned at your sentence, before he could reply to you he noticed your eyes welling up with tears. He wasn't fucking with you, he was dead ass serious.

"Hey, what are you crying for" immediately he pulled your head down to rest against his chest. "I'm so fucking sorry, I'm scared Clayton" you looked up at him with red eyes. "Baby there's nothing to be scared about, I want to try with you, let me be your boyfriend and threat like you deserve".

You sobbed even more, not because of any holding back anymore, but because of honest he was being. "Aww baby don't cry" he laughed slightly, his hand running up and down your back in a comforting way.

Pulling up your head, you were met with a smiley Clay. Not saying anything you leaned up and connected your lips together, sparks flying through the both of you. This he was the one to entangle his hand with your hair, making sure not to hurt you.

You sure by now your lips were swollen and red from the intense kissing sessions you both shared. Being the one to pull away from the kiss first again, you rested your forehead against his with a smile on your face.

Lovers.

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Oh Captain, My Captain: Chapter 10

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Your brother covers for you after spending the night at Joel's place while on vacation. You suspect everyone is on to your lies, though you put it in the back of your mind when you go to meet Joel that evening.

You felt like a new woman when you walked back into your temporary vacation home. A smile lingered on your face as you peppered the stairs that led up into the living room area where your brother sat trying to instruct your sister on how to do something on the Playstation.

"Well, well.." Your younger sister turned briefly in your direction before re-engaging in the game, "Where have you been?"

"None of your business," you said lightheartedly as you slung your purse down over the back of one of the chairs at the small high top table against the wall. As you scampered into the kitchen to retrieve an apple from the fridge your sister continued with her teasing.

"Someone's got some extra pep in her step."

"Maybe I do, so what." You took a bite of the fruit and sat cross legged on the couch opposite the two of them.

"Mom was asking questions," your brother informed you.

"Like what?"

"I held her off a little, but-" He stopped mid-sentence when the door opened and then shut at the bottom of the stairs. You exchanged a glance and a few seconds later your mom and aunt wandered up the stairs, chatting with smiles.

"Hey, Mom." You smiled, "Aunt Jo."

"Well, hello, Ms. Thing," Aunt Jo said with her hands on her hips, "Feeling okay?"

Before you could answer your brother intervened, "She hasn't thrown up since like 11 last night."

Thrown up? Oh! The cover up. Got it.

You put a hand on your forehead, going along as best you could with whatever lie your brother had told your parents. "Yeah. I.. woo.." Why am I such a terrible liar?

"Threw up?" Your mom asked, her eyes widening. "Honey, if I'd have known you were throwing up I would have come over. I just thought you were a little under the weather." Her eyes met your brother's with just mild accusation.

"Oh, I didn't tell him I actually threw up until today," you butted in, trying to cover for him now. "I think it would have grossed him out."

"Yeah I would've jumped ship and stayed at your place," he added, motioning to your mother.

Aunt Jo looked back and forth between the two of you, pointing a finger in each of your directions. "Why do I get the feeling that you two are hiding something?"

You took another bite of the apple and shook your head. "No," was the lone word that left your mouth with the oversized bite in it that you began to chew.

"I'm the intuitive one," Aunt Jo added, "I used to lie for the two of us all the time." She nodded toward your brother with a grin, "I was like you. I was the better liar."

You and your brother looked at one another again and exchanged a laugh.

"And it was usually over boys." Aunt Joe nudged your mother and it made your laugh a little louder.

"Mom, sneaking out to see guys before Dad tied you down?" You asked.

"When are you gonna teach me, Aunt Jo?" Your sister asked.

"Never," your mother added, smiling, "That's ancient history."

"So, who's the guy?" Aunt Jo asked, causing you to falter for just a second. Your mother hung open and you took a bite of your apple. When you didn't answer, she snickered. "I knew it."

"I just grabbed some dinner with an old friend," you lied. "Nothing romantic."

"Who?" Your mother asked.

"Um.. Rafe," you lied, name-dropping one of the people you used to see on vacation every year in the Vineyard. Your parents and his parents had become friendly over the years.

"Oh." Your mother raised her eyebrows. "Oh, okay."

"We have zero chemistry so don't even starting thinking anything happened." You weren't about to disclose your relationship with Joel in this setting in front of everyone. You would talk to your mother privately.. and soon. But not right then.

"Rafe?" Your brother asked, squinting his eyes and scrunching his nose in disbelief.

"Yeah." You bit your apple again and stood up, walking back into the kitchen. "Like I said, it was just to catch up."

The group finally seemed to leave you alone, at least for the time being; though you knew individually they would all have their questions. Your siblings both knew you had spent the night at someone's place. You figured you would start there and tell them the truth so they wouldn't think you had the hots for your old friend - who they were fairly certain you weren't particularly fond of to begin with.

You removed the phone from your pocket and looked down at the screen, smiling when you saw a text message from Joel.

We on for tonight? He asked.

A smile formed on your face and you began typing away.

"You were never a huge fan of Rafe," Aunt Jo interrupted, smirking to herself when she knew she had caught you off-guard in the middle of the message.

"Oh, yeah.. I know. I was just being nice," you lied.

She eyed the phone in your hands and then looked you back in the eye, still grinning. "Okay."

You smiled back and then sent Joel another message before hurrying to your room to get showered and pack a bag. You knew you had to talk to your mom. She had always been in your corner, even if she didn't realize how serious you were about your art. There was never a time she didn't have your best interests in mind; and that was the part that scared you a bit. Would she try to push you away from Joel because you lived so far away? Because of his age? Or because of his income?

A sigh escaped your lips and decided you'd get to it whenever you could get to it.

***

A knock at your door made you jump and you hurried to open it. Both of your siblings stood there looking for answers without asking a single question.

"Okay, fine," you said quietly, noting your mother and aunt had left, "It's not Rafe." You indulged in the cliff notes version of your budding relationship with the boat captain.

Your siblings hadn't given you a hard time, though your brother did express his concern.

"From a guy's perspective," he began, but you quickly silenced him and explained that Joel was forty. He wasn't just toying you around or looking for a summer fling. While he didn't wholly buy it, he put up his hands and let you win.

"Forty?" Your fifteen year old sister shouted. The age difference must have seemed astronomical to her. "That's like.."

"He's thirty-nine," you corrected her, "And that makes him fifteen years old than me."

"The exact amount of time I've been alive!" That one made your brother laugh, but he ultimately was the voice of reason and, currently, your rock of support.

"Look," he said, "You've always been a free spirit." His lips twisted into a smirk when he said, "But, and don't run with this too far, I think it's cool."

"You do?" You asked.

He shrugged. "Yeah. You don't just follow the crowd and.. I think it makes mom and dad respect you."

"What?" His words were more than you had expected, "Really?"

"I said not to run with it."

"So, gut feeling," you couldn't believe you were asking your slightly-younger brother this, "What do you think?"

"I don't know the guy," he said, "But if you think it's right then go for it."

A smile formed on your face. One person's approval was all you needed for a little confidence boost. You hugged your brother, "You're an old soul, yourself, sometimes you know that?"

He scrunched his nose at your sign of affection. "Ehh.. I guess. Next time I need something.."

"I got you." You pointed at him and smiled before checking the time and heading out into the evening to go meet Joel.

Walking out that front door made you feel free. Not that it was stuffy or anything. It just meant that you were on your way to see, what felt like, the man of your dreams. 

You got to the docks early, catching Joel in between shifts as he wandered from the boat back to what looked like an oversized shed for boats that had two giant bays, enclosed a dock up the middle and looked outward into the ocean.A little giggle formed in your throat as you stalked him unsuspectingly. 

Joel took off his hat, wiped his forehead with the back of his arm and replaced it on his head as he entered the pavilion-like structure.

You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection, making him jump and curse at first until he saw it was you.

"Hi," you said with a little laugh, making him chuckle. Joel's eyes smiled right along with him.

"Hi." He pulled you into his arms and the two of you shared a long, closed-mouth kiss.

"I know I'm about fifteen minutes early-" You smiled into his lips when he kissed you harder, sending your back into the wooden wall behind you. "Don't get yourself fired," you whispered.

"I've earned a makeout session in my twenty-something years here," Joel whispered against your lips.

"Well, okay, then," you whispered back, linking your arms around the back of his neck as the two of you kissed heatedly in a nook of the place. You closed your eyes when he slowly raised your arms above your head and pinned your arms against the wall. Your eyes closed and all you could hear was your own heavy breathing.

"Stay over tonight." Joel's lips grazed yours as he spoke.

You would be his willing prisoner if he asked, and so you replied without hesitation. "Okay."

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2024 Wrapped!

I've seen these posts floating around the site, and they look so fun!

2024 was a big year for me, for fandom. I made so many new incredible friends on here and Discord, got more involved in events, and participated in a few fests. I also finished the longfic I'd started in September 2023, which I honestly still can't believe is finally going live in less than 48 hours.

My best estimate of how many words I wrote this year (I cut a long in editing, so this number will actually be higher) is somewhere around 370,000.

This post got extremely long, so I've put the majority of it under the cut. I don't write very often (on Tumblr, anyway) about my process, or consistently promote my work. So, hopefully y'all can forgive me for indulging this one time at the end of the year.

In order that I wrote them:

🎉 Spiral Dynamics (Draco/Harry; 21.1k words)

This one was for the Fellytone game on the Drarry Discord server! Based on this stunning art by @appleslightning, there's basically some Friends to Lovers hijinks with Draco and Harry, as Draco's probation officer retires 7 years into Draco's 10 year term, and Harry volunteers to take the spot 'as a favour' without having consulted Draco first. Drama Draco's dramatics ensue. The fic also inspired this by @maesterchill, and I am grinning and kicking my feet all over again looking at it. THESE TWO, I love them, your honour.

✨ The 'Two for the Triwizard' Trilogy (Draco/Harry; 3 fics totalling 9.3k words)

A Triwizard Tournament AU, but make it Drarry. This small series was also born on the Drarry Discord in a fun game of 'haha what if'.

In Fraternizing With the Enemy, Harry sees that Draco has come to the Yule Ball with a boy from Durmstrang (Volkov? Vikhrov?) and totally only chases his date off because said date is from a rival school. Harry and Draco end up dancing and chatting, and Harry ends his night feeling like a complete goner ensnared by Draco.

The Fourth Hostage skips to the Second Task, where Draco has replaced Ron as Harry's hostage at the bottom of the lake. Under weight afterward of Harry trying to figure out What's Going On between himself and Draco, Draco takes some initiative of his own to remind/inform Harry that he couldn't have been chosen as a hostage for the Task if he didn't agree to it. They get together. 🥹

Little Hangleton and Beyond is another skip. I wanted a happy ending not just for Draco and Harry, but Sirius and the Malfoys as well. I'll expand on this later when I reflect on my favourite themes and character propaganda, but the premise for this one is Lucius Malfoy changes the course of the graveyard scene following the Third Task. Draco's been writing home about his new boyfriend, and Lucius just...can't let anything happen to Harry, lol. So, Voldemort is immediately cast back into Undeath, Wormtail is so shocked that he's easily apprehended, Sirius' name is cleared, Harry goes to live with him, blah blah, Happily Ever After.

🎉 Full Indulgence (Tonks/Fleur/Bill; 14.7k words)

This was written for @hptransfest! The prompt was basically exploring Tonks' Metamorphmagus abilities during sex, and I'd had an idea rattling around for some Tonks/Fleur that I was very excited to finally have a chance to write. The premise was that in Half-Blood Prince, Tonks wasn't coming to the Burrow in the summer to get sympathy from Molly about her feelings for Remus. She was there to ogle Fleur, and then it turns out Fleur wants her, and Bill's cool with it, and Bill gets involved, etc. It was a great excuse to write 15k of very indulgent smut.

The thing I was most proud about in this fic was that (despite me using she/her pronouns in the paragraph above) I wrote 15k of 3rd person POV smut and didn't use one single personal pronoun for Tonks. It was a challenge, but so fun and validating for a character who identified as having no gender at all.

✨ Something About Malfoy (Draco/Harry; 3.2k words)

This fic spawned as a short and sweet AU from Draco Malfoy and the Descent of the Feathered Serpent (TL;DR, the longfic I'm just about to start posting, which is Order of the Phoenix from Draco's POV).

Some backstory: when I was rereading Spinners of Fate to start preparing for the sequel fic, I was hit with the realization about Draco that, my god, this kid is such an egg waiting to crack lmao. Folks who follow the Canon in Draconis Major series will see the Trans Draco Malfoy tag on 5th year's fic. I've read multiple metas here on tumblr about how Draco (among others) are 'fem-coded' in HP, and so it makes sense to me that Draco be some shade of genderqueer along with being gay lol. He's a mean girl, and a Mean Girl™. But also still a boy.

He ended up bigender in my head, keeping his name and pronouns while just sometimes Switching Things Up externally as he pleases. This ended up a big deal in Feathered Serpent, since Umbridge takes cue from Dumbledore's insistence that BCJ snuck into Hogwarts using Polyjuice Potion that magically changing a person's appearance ought to be banned (but of course, as it truly goes with her, the control is the real point).

ANYWAY, in this fic, I pretended for 3200 words that Voldemort never came back, therefore Umbridge never taught at Hogwarts, therefore Draco could come out as trans/bigender/genderqueer exactly when he felt like it, which coincided with the Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match. Poor Harry, he was not prepared for that.

🎉 Twilight Eternal (Draco/Harry; 23.9k words)

This was written for @hd-tarot, and was another fic that I had an idea rattling around for, looking for an excuse to write lol. Those who've been following me for a long time and have the sharpest of memories might remember this post from a year ago. There was an ask game regarding names of WIPs, and @omgkatsudonplease asked me about this one. I finally got to write it!!!

It's also very interesting to me to reread that ask and see how differently the fic wound up. I hadn't conceived yet that Hermione was involved, or that she and Draco were Unspeakables. I also thought it would be a Getting Together fic with Draco and Harry, but ended up with them already established in a relationship. I'm very happy with it, even if it (comparatively) didn't get much love.

🎉 WARNING: May Contain Pollen (Draco/Harry; 2.9k words)

Honestly, this is basically a crackfic lol. It started as a joke: what if there was sex pollen, but either Draco or Harry turns out to be allergic to it? And uh, yeah! That's the plot!

🚧 Beyond the Scuttling Void (Harry & Sirius, eventual Draco/Harry; 54.6k words and ongoing)

A crossover fic, using the Veil in the Department of Mysteries as means for Sirius, Harry, and Draco to isekai into another world! Surely this has never been done before! (heavy /s lmao)

2024 has been a year of getting back to fandom roots for me. One of the things I wanted to unlearn was the 'I must complete my fics before I begin posting them' mentality. This fic, since the crossover material (Skyrim) is an open world RPG, basically translates to Harry, Draco, and Sirius being able to do whatever they want. Well, Sirius ended up the prophesied Hero from the game lol. But since Harry follows Sirius through the Veil after a ten year long timejump (canon-based space/time shenanigans in Elder Scrolls/Skryim lore) the Main Quest™ is already dealt with, and Sirius is just a happily-married hero with a house he built himself, tons of friends, and two sons who he took in as orphans. Harry has to reckon a lot with feeling like a bag of dicks for asking Sirius to help him get home once they're reunited.

It's been really fun writing this fic as Harry learns how to navigate a world where magic is different, and which is basically medieval Scandinavia with dragons, elves, vampires, a pantheon of trickster gods, and spiders the size of horses lol. The lore runs deep, and Harry keenly investigates it for means to reverse his having been dumped here through the Veil. As far as I've posted, Draco hasn't shown up yet. Harry doesn't even know he's there, and likewise: Draco has no idea Harry and Sirius are there. I know where Draco is, and look forward to the three of them rolling up together like the pointing Spiderman meme. What I can say about Draco at the current point of posting is that at least now....he is safe, haha. He had to grow up very quickly all of a sudden to have made that happen for himself. He's Seen Some Shit.

So what were the most common themes in my work this year?

Established Draco/Harry. As seen in: Little Hangleton and Beyond, Twilight Eternal, and WARNING: May Contain Pollen.

I feel that for me, shifting from more Getting Together fics to Established Draco/Harry fics is a natural progression as I write more Drarry fics. Mutual pining, Draco and Harry pursuing each other, and proving themselves to each other are fun, but so is skipping all of that and letting them focus on whatever's threatening their happiness in the fic lol. Or, like Little Hangleton and Beyond, just letting them have their happiness while the rest of the plot ties up.

2. Sirius & Harry, and Harry living with Sirius. As seen in: Little Hangleton and Beyond, Something About Malfoy, and Beyond the Scuttling Void.

I really, really wish that Sirius and Harry had gotten the godfather-godson happy ending they deserved in canon. This is one of the greatest tragedies of the Harry Potter series to me (does that mean I would've trusted JKR to write it any other way? Ummm no lol). So, where possible, I set them up in a post-Goblet of Fire AU to have a happy future to look forward to.

As for Beyond the Scuttling Void, let's just say it's my post-Order of the Phoenix coping mechanism. Sirius isn't dead! He's just gone to be a hero and kill the big bad dragon. He's married and everything! He's fine, guys. Don't worry about it.

3. Lucius being a good dad for Draco. As seen in: Spiral Dynamics, the Two for the Triwizard trilogy, Something About Malfoy, and Twilight Eternal.

OKAY, this is my self-confessed delusion, my fight against the tide, and my drowned out truth lol. I love Lucius Malfoy. I hate when he's abusive to Draco, and I've just gotten numb to the prospect of him being killed off, in Azkaban, or...whatever...in post-war Drarry fic. I love when Lucius remains a hurdle to Harry because Draco, uh, kind of really loves and admires his dad.

There was a tumblr post about power fantasies that really spoke to me. Essentially, for some people killing/beating up the bad guy is the power fantasy. For some, love changing them. For some, the bad guy getting to run wild to their full potential. For me, Lucius is #2. I love writing him as a good dad, or at least trying his best through the war years, and having to reckon/own up with his failures in the end if he wants to restore full trust from Draco. I love when he learns something about Draco and will rewrite his entire worldview to suit his beloved only child (Draco & Narcissa based morality, rather than pureblood supremacy morality - although these certainly overlap a lot of the time). And, honestly? I think I love it (and him) so much because he's so underappreciated in Drarry fandom and fic. I have to feed myself on this one, guys.

So...this was 2024 for me! And I didn't even wax lyrically about the 291,000 word behemoth that is Descent of the Feathered Serpent lol. It was a very busy year for me, and fandom (especially all the new friends/acquaintances I made) helped me through some trying RL stuff. If you've read this far, THANK YOU FOR MAKING 2024 GOOD AND FUN!! I will maybe see you in a few days when I start regularly posting again. ❤️

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so i wanted to ask if maybe we could get a 3rd for "change"

(This one part could be skipped since this is basically what i'd imagined happened not long afterwards) since mc obviously doesn't like oikawa and doesn't really anything to do with him then maybe she could try (emphasis on try) and distance herself to give herself some time to breathe, but then he ends up going to her place every morning/night to either pick her up or drop her off. So their usually stuck together most days if not everyday. Anyways i imagined that's how it must be going for her, but imma get to the main point now.

So i was wondering that while at a cafe or something, like a "date" that oikawa planned for them after practice she ends up meeting another guy while oinkawa was grabbing their drinks and they talked for a bit. One thing led to another and their now friends (with or without oikawa knowing.) They end up having a genuine relationship with each other overtime and mc develops a small crush on him, oikawa finds out and obviously he wouldn't like that. The rest is up to you, i don't think he'd kidnap her but would probably still do something pretty drastic.

Can you make something like this happen please °^°

I can make that happen and I will :3

Title: Change (Part 3)

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, violence

Summary: After returning to the way you’d always been, Oikawa’s become nothing short of a nightmare.

Part 1:  here

change

/verb/

make (someone or something) different; alter or modify:

Oikawa never thought he’d have to compete with anyone, much less the guy he was seeing. He was a two out of ten, whereas Oikawa was a ten through and through. 

Messy brown hair, thick glasses, a face riddled with acne… The guy gave a toothy smile, revealing braces. And, worse, you gave him a smile back.

Oikawa hadn’t seen you smile in two or three months now. Believe him, he’d tried. His jokes left you blank-faced, his cuddling left you tearful (maybe physical touch wasn’t your love language) and his gentle affections made you shrink away or flinch.

For a minute, Oikawa stood there dumbfounded, holding a coffee in each hand, silently admiring your smile, even if it wasn’t for him. The next minute, he was at your side, standing between you and the boy that dared to talk to you.

“Sweetheart,” Oikawa put every ounce of affection he had into the word and sent a threatening look towards the nerdy-looking male, “Who is this?”

“His name is Hikaru,” you said. You stood up and gave your “boyfriend” a challenging look, “We were just talking.”

Oikawa shoved down the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head and offered the stranger a friendly smile, “I see you’ve met my girlfriend.”

“We aren’t dating,” you snapped. You were talking more now than you had talked in months, and this was what you were saying? How disappointing… No, insulting.

“My princess likes to joke,” Oikawa said, letting out a carefree chuckle, “Now…” He turned his face so only the two-out-of-ten could see. His smile morphed into a sneer and his eyes narrowed, dark with anger.

“Goodbye.”

Hikaru held Oikawa’s stare for a few seconds before crumbling. “I’ll see you later, (Y/n).”

“See you later,” you said softly, disappointment lacing your tone.

Oikawa frowned deeply at that disappointment. You never sounded disappointed when he left. You were always so relieved…

He pushed your coffee closer to you as he took a seat at your shared table, “It’s just how you like it.”

“How do you know how I like my coffee?” you asked, looking up at him with suspicion.

Oikawa ignored your question, “I don’t like when you talk to other boys.”

“And I don’t give a fuck what you think,” you snapped. 

It’s her time of month, Oikawa decided. Usually you were much meeker. Now, even your glasses flashed with anger. He reached out to play with your messy hair and you swatted his hand away. So feisty. This was a new side of you and hell if he wasn’t enjoying it.

His eyes gleamed with excitement. High off the adrenaline of scaring away a potential rival, he reached out and grabbed your hand. When you pulled away, he tightened his grip.

He laced his fingers with yours, smiling softly when he compared how much smaller your hands were than his. You were his. Not Hikaru’s. In time, you would come to understand that.

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Your mother had fallen for Oikawa’s charms, always saying things like “you don’t have to be embarrassed that you’re dating” whenever you denied him being your boyfriend. 

So, when Saturday rolled around, and he appeared at your door, knocking on it like he always did, he wasn’t surprised by your mother opening it with a smile.

“Did she forget something?” your mother asked.

Oikawa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I thought she was out with you,” your mother said, equally confused.

Oikawa’s heart sank. If you were out of the house, either you left alone to avoid him or the worst case scenario was unfolding. The possibility that you were out with… 

No. There was no way. He had scared that little nerd away, intimidated the shit out of him.

Despite his thoughts, he had already broken into a run. You could be anywhere, sure, but Oikawa knew where you would be. With your new “attitude”, you’d be exactly where he looked first.

He burst into the cafe so violently that people stared. His eyes zeroed in on the couple at a table near the back. Your pretty, bespectacled face looked up at him with a knowing smile. Oikawa doesn’t need to be a genius to guess who the messy-haired boy sitting across from you was.

He walked back out the door, seething. He needed to get rid of this pest and teach you a little lesson about hanging out with other men. 

—--------------------

“Oikawa, STOP!” you screamed.

Oikawa had gone temporarily deaf, his knuckles bruised and reddened with blood. He continued to slam his fists into Hikaru’s face. 

Hikaru was unconscious at this point, which was probably a blessing. That way, he couldn’t feel his nose breaking with a loud SNAP.

You threw yourself on Oikawa, trying to wrestle him away from the poor boy, but he shrugged you off like you were a pesky mosquito. Tears ran down your cheeks as you begged him to stop caving in your friend’s face.

“Tell me you made a mistake or I’ll kill him,” Oikawa stared down at you with a terrifyingly blank expression, cheeks speckled with blood and forehead soaked in sweat.

You stared back, speechless, and he raised his voice, “Tell me you made a mistake!”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out.

“DO IT FUCKING NOW!”

“I’m sorry, I made a mistake, please stop hurting him!” you wailed.

Oikawa took a step towards you, “Tell me you’ll never talk to another boy again.”

“I’ll never do it again, I swear!”

“Do what?”

“Talk to another boy! Just please don’t kill him!”

Oikawa looked disdainfully at the boy and his bloodied, broken face.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement!” he said with a bright smile, eyes betraying the darkness within him.

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Hanahaki Disease [Part 1/3] 花吐き

↬ Warnings: there are some mentions of blood but that's later, the protagonist doesn't seem to have much self esteem but I'm sure we can work on that. This is mostly comfort content with Xiao because I really love this guy a lot, maybe some angst though? …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

↬ Gender Neutral!Reader and first person narration (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

↬ Author Note: English is not my first language, I posted this in 2022, I've corrected some things so I decided to post it again. Likes and reblogs are welcome and appreciated <3 If you have any request for a fic let me know!

↬ Word Count: 730 Words

I knew what would happen once I found that person what I was destined to, it was known as Hanahaki Disease, a curse which happened to all the people of my clan. I remember that almost all of my family has been through it.

Once they meet the person with whom they share their soul, a strange infection appears in the lungs, specifically a sakura tree begins to grow in this space, and the only cure is... The love to be reciprocated. Technically it should always be reciprocated, however, I had known some exceptions to the case and I was very afraid from that day would come, I've seen painful deaths in my family due to this curse and I was afraid that the same would happen to me.

After all, I've never considered myself a special person, I don't stand out for anything in particular, music, arts, literature, sewing, nothing really.

I'm very average in everything and I don't feel it's worth being with me either, I'm just a hermit who hardly knows how to socialize with my family and a few other people, nothing out of the ordinary.

But my parents wanted it to be different, after many disputes I was forced to travel to Liyue because of an "errand" that I had to fulfill. I was terrified of the idea of leaving the comfort of my home, the few times I had to do it was cause some important clients had different needs that I had to attend personally, but I had never gone so far by myself...

I had to do it for them, for me, so I decided it, I accepted the proposal they were giving me and I traveled to Liyue to live with a friend. I knew her because she had helped us in the past and now she was a friend of my family, she was part of this city, full of unknown people and with laws that I didn't understand, the contracts were complicated for me at first but after some time I had adapted with her help.

Everything was going good and soon I received an order for which I'd have to leave the pink-haired girl's home for a few days, it was about a wedding dress, a girl who was staying at the Wangshu Inn would soon marry the man of her dreams and she wanted me to make her dress personally. I decided that I would stay there for a while, to make my job easier, so I said goodbye to my friend and went there... At least tried to.

The same day I was moving, I had some major delays, ended up out of town late at night, alone, didn't know how to fight and also a bit lost. I thought the situation couldn't get any worse but it did when some enemies appeared out of nowhere to attack me.

I ran as far as my legs could, hurting myself a lot on the way, then regretted having made that decision and thought I would die right there, however, a turquoise glow appeared and soon my enemies were on the ground just like me.

"Can you get up, human?" a voice spoke to me, somewhat cold, coming from the boy who had saved me.

"Uh... I-"

I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as if something had exploded near my heart, I grimaced and put a hand to the area trying to relieve the pain, which clearly did not work and only served to disconcert the golden-eyed boy. "You're hurt?"

I shook my head cause I couldn't speak, I felt like I was short of breath and my chest was tight… but the moment I felt his touch my heart eased. That boy had me in his strong arms and a second later we were in a completely different place, I was scared. Who is he?

"This is the Wangshu Inn, I think it's where you wanted to go. Didn't you? Treat your wounds and don't be that fool to be alone at night again, humans like you are... very fragile."

He turned around ready to leave, finally I was able to say something. "W-wait, m-may I know who you are?"

He looked at me before disappearing from my sight, his voice murmured something, something that stayed in the back of my mind the rest of the night. "Xiao."

Part Two

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The Last Time (Ted's Version)

Chapter Nine

chapter warnings: language, angst, slight emetophobia, talk of sexual content

word count: 4.6k

Lacy Watson: Jamie, I heard what happened. Please call me okay?

Lacy Watson: It isn't what you think. Please call me back.

Lacy Watson: Jamie!!!

***

It's been a week since Jamie got traded back to Man City and the team's been torn up about it. Especially because we have a special game this weekend. Rebecca claims that she didn't have a choice and that his contract with Richmond had expired, but Ted doesn't believe her. I've stayed out of their argument because I didn't know any better. Either way, Jamie's gone and the team is going to have to get used to that. 

We're getting ready to travel to Liverpool to play against Everton. The boys have been incredibly on edge because Richmond hasn't been able to beat Everton in the past sixty years. 

"You really want me to come?" I asked. Ted was practically begging me to come with them. 

"Of course, I do. This is our first away game and I really want you there, Lace," Ted smiled. 

"Alright, I'll come," I beamed. I was excited about going away with the team and being able to stay in a fancy hotel. 

Rebecca Welton: I heard you're coming this weekend! Keeley's coming too! Do you wanna come on the jet with us?

I've never ridden on a private jet before, that sounds amazing. I either ride on a private jet with Rebecca and Keeley or I take a four hour bus ride sitting next to Ted. Hmmmm.

Lacy Watson: As much as I love you, I think I'd rather sit on a bus next to Ted for the next four hours. Sorry!!

Rebecca Welton: Don't you dare apologize. Enjoy the bus xoxo ;)

We all piled into the bus. I went into the back and saw Coach Beard sitting in the seat next to Ted. I widen my eyes at him that mentally said, "Get the fuck out of the seat, please." 

Like he was almost reading my mind, Beard frantically said, "I forgot to call Jane and tell her goodbye, I'll be one second." and ran from his seat. 

"I'll just keep his seat warm until he gets back," I plopped down in the empty seat, right next to Ted. 

"I'm really glad you're joining us, Lacy Loo. I feel like you're like a good luck charm, kinda like my own little four leaf clover." He looked over at me, causing me to blush. As the blush started to spread over my cheeks, it made me realize that we were never able to talk about me trying to kiss him. He's probably forgotten all about it at this point. 

"I'm glad you wanted me here. I thought after what happened the night of the gala that you didn't-" I was cut off by Roy screaming at the front of the bus. 

"OY! Pay attention! I don't wanna hear ANYTHING about some stupid, fucking curse. We're gonna go and kick Everton's ass tomorrow, yeah?" Roy screamed, causing the boys to erupt in screaming and chants. 

"What were you saying?" Ted brought his attention back to me. 

"Oh, nothing. I'm just glad I'm here." I smiled. 

The bus ride was filled with small talk and Ted reading over his divorce papers over and over again. Kind of put a damper on the mood. 

As we arrived at the hotel, Rebecca and Keeley texted me to meet them up in their suite after I had gotten my room key. Thankfully, I was able to switch room cards with Beard so I'd get the room next to Ted. 

I had taken the elevator up to the top floor and found my way to Rebecca's room. After knocking a few times, Keeley flung the door open and hugged me. 

"Hi, babe!" She squealed. She always acts like she hasn't seen me in years, which I love. 

"Hi, Keels!" I squealed back. As I loosened my grip, I looked behind Keeley and saw Rebecca standing in the middle of the room, talking to another woman. 

"Lacy, this is Flo, my oldest friend." Rebecca introduced us both. 

"Flo? Really?" The woman seemed almost offended. "Friends call me Sassy." 

"It's really nice to meet you, Sassy." I shot her a big smile. I was so excited to be able to have a girls night. After all this drama with Ted and Jamie, this was exactly what I needed. 

"Sassy was kind enough to remind me that this weekend is my wedding anniversary with Rupert." Rebecca stated. "That's why I want to spend this weekend surrounded by all my favorite girls." 

That almost made me start sobbing. I remember just a few short weeks ago, Rebecca always seemed so cold so it was really nice to know she genuinely liked me. 

"Alright, are you guys ready for dinner? I need a drink!" Sassy exclaimed as she dragged Rebecca out of the room. 

"It's gonna be a long night," I nudged Keeley as we followed the two women out of the room. 

***

We were nearing the end of our dinner as we were laughing and joking around about our sex lives. It took me a few drinks to be able to talk and laugh about how I slept with Jamie. It wasn't even until I had gotten it out that I realized Keeley was with Jamie. All she did was laugh.

"You shagged Jamie?" She gasped and laughed. 

"I could've sworn you knew!" I covered my mouth. 

"Absolutely not. I mean, he's not a bad lay." Keeley admitted, to which I nodded. 

"On that note, I am going to visit the loo," Sassy got up from the table. As she walked away, Rebecca turned to the two of us. 

"How do you like Sassy?" She asked. 

"I think I might be in love with her," Keeley drunkly joked. 

"I think she's so great," I beamed. The more girl friends, the better. 

After about ten minutes of drinking and talking some more, Sassy came back to the table. 

"You get lost, Sass?" Rebecca joked.

"I found the most handsome man outside. I wanted to shag him right then and there on the floor," Sassy blushed.

"Girl, look at you! You could shag anyone you wanted. Go get him!" I shooed her off, jokingly. 

"If he wasn't in the middle of something, he would be in my hotel room right now." She laughed.

After Rebecca paid the check, the three of us went back into the suite for a little bit to keep gossiping and talking. About an hour passed before I realized it was getting late and we had the game tomorrow morning. 

"Some of us have to do work in the morning, so I'm gonna hit the hay, ladies." I waved goodnight. 

"Nighty night," Keeley waved back, with Rebecca and Sassy waving behind her. 

As I took the elevator, or I guess I should say lift, down to my floor, I kept thinking about Ted. I felt guilty having a good night while he was struggling to sign his divorce papers. I reached my door but before I could open it, I stalled. Ted's door was right next to mine, it wouldn't hurt to pop in there just to see how he's doing. 

I turned around and knocked on Ted's door. A few seconds passed and no answer. I waited a few extra seconds and knocked a couple more times before the door flung open. "What?" He asked harshly. I've never seen this version of Ted before. He was freshly showered with his hair flopped over his forehead, not freshly styled like usual. Though he was freshly showered, he reeked of strong alcohol. 

"I'm-I'm sorry. I just wanted to see how you're doing." My eyebrows pulled closer together as my jaw clenched. The look on his face was one I've only seen with one other man...

"It's way past curfew. Go to bed." Ted spit. I just stood there, frozen, not knowing how to respond. A part of me knew he was hurting and all I wanted to do was push past him and hold him. Another part of me wanted to run into my room and sob in my pillow. "Lacy. Go." He slammed the door in my face. 

It took me second to gather the strength to turn and walk towards my room. As I walked into my room and let the door shut behind me, a sob immediately escape my mouth. My hands fell in my face as I cried and cried into the night. 

***

The sun started shining into my room, signaling the start of a new day. I had two hours to get ready before the game started. I took my time getting ready. Twenty minutes past as I found myself still sitting in the shower, scrubbing my body, making sure to scrub off all the feelings I felt last night. 

Ted isn't Julian. 

Ted. isn't. Julian. 

I put on a nice outfit and did my makeup nicely, just in case paparazzi were around of course. I exited my room, lookin left and right and only seeing an empty hallway. The stadium where we were playing was about a ten minute walk from the hotel, and I really needed the fresh air. I picked up a coffee from a local coffee shop and made my way over to the stadium.

As I found my way to the locker room, I could hear Ted's voice talking to the players which cause a knot in my stomach. I slowly and quietly sneaked my way into the locker room, but Ted immediately caught a glimpse of me, causing his eyes to widen. 

"Lacy," he rushed over to me. "Can I talk to you real quick? Privately." He looked around to the players, wanting to separate himself from them. I nodded.

Ted took my arm and led me to a private room where we could talk. 

"Ted, I-" I started before he held up his hands, trying to get me to stop talking. 

"Lacy, please. I am so sorry about how I spoke to you last night. Excuse my language, but I am so fucking sorry. I was just, I was having a bad night. A really bad night. And I took it out on you when you were just trying to be a good friend. Is there anyway you can forgive me?" His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes softened. If I didn't know any better, I would think he was trying his best not to cry. 

"There's nothing to forgive, Ted. You're human and you have human emotions. It's okay." I smiled at Ted while reaching up to give him a hug. He opened his arms and welcomed me into them, tightly. The both of us closed our eyes, letting the hug last, until we heard someone clear their throat. 

Ted looked over and gasped immediately escaping from the hug, "Sassy Smurf?" 

"Marlboro Man, so we meet again," she smiled at him. Rebecca, who was standing next to Sassy, looked at me with wide eyes once she made the connection. 

The man Sassy wanted to fuck in the restaurant was Ted?

"Small world," Ted smiled at Sassy. "What are you doing here?"

"She's my oldest friend," Rebecca awkwardly smiled. 

"What about that." Ted said with a smile still on his face. 

"Alrighty, don't we have a game to play or something? Let's go," I left the room and made my way back into the locker room. Nate was telling the team all his notes that he had for them, some of them were insanely mean, but it made the team eager to play. 

***

Thanks to Nate's pre-game pep talk, the team won, breaking their sixty year loss streak. After we all individually went back to our rooms for a midday nap, we got dressed in our fanciest outfits and went out for some karaoke. Rebecca had brought Sassy with her, who hasn't kept her eyes off of Ted all night. I went from thinking she was the coolest girl in the world to wanting to punch her in the face. There were so many men on the team and she could have any of them. But of course, she wanted the one I wanted. 

We all laughed and recorded as Coach Beard ran onto the stage to sing his rendition of "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga. Ted was recording to send the footage to Henry when he tuned the camera over to me to capture me wiping tears off of my face from laughing too hard. 

Everyone egged me on to go on the stage, so I chose to sing Style by Taylor Swift, obviously. It a song that resembled Ted the most. During the entirety of the song, I had to watch Sassy as she swooned over Ted, but Ted's gaze, nor his camera, didn't leave me the entire song. 

Rebecca went on after me, singing Let it Go from Frozen. She was magnificent. She could easily be on Broadway if she wanted to. Out of the corner of my eye, I could notice Ted's leg bouncing up and down vigorously as he was anxiously playing with his fingers. I looked over at him with my brows furrowed, trying to ask if he was okay without outright asking him. He jumped up and ran out of the karaoke room without a word. 

I gave it a second, not wanting to get the same reaction I did last night, but obviously something was wrong. Fuck it. I jumped up and ran after him. I followed him through the club, filled with sweaty people dancing without a care in the world. As I reached the door, I looked to my left and didn't see him there, I looked to my right to see him crouched on the ground. 

"Ted, honey, what's wrong?" I knelt down in front of him. 

"I- I don't know," He stuttered. He was shaking, his eyes wandering all over the place. He was having a panic attack. 

I cupped his face with both of my hands, and rubbed his cheeks with my thumbs. "Ted, you're having a panic attack. You need to breathe."

"I can't. I can't breathe." He panicked. 

"Yes, you can. Breathe with me." I started to breathe with him, but he wasn't looking at me. "Look at me, Ted." I tighten the grip I had on his face, giving him no choice but to look at me. He nodded. 

"I'm going crazy." He sighed. 

"No. You're not going crazy, Ted." I smiled at him. "Now breathe with me." I inhaled through my nose and exhaled through my mouth, and Ted did the same. We did this ten times until I could feel his heart rate start to settle. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Ted profusely apologized. 

"Don't apologize. Don't you ever apologize." I kept rubbing his cheeks with my thumb, trying to comfort him. 

"I think I'm okay," Ted tried to get up. I quickly rose up so I can help him get up. "I think I'm gonna head back to the hotel for the night." 

"Okay, I'll go with you," I went to walk after him before he stopped me.

"It's okay. I think I wanna be alone for a little bit," He smiled at me. "I... I'm glad you're here. My little four leaf clover." He started walking away.

"Panda!" I screamed at him. He stopped and slowly turned to look at me. 

"Alright, I'm really glad you're here." 

I smiled at him as he started to walk away. I went back into the karaoke room where Roy had started to sing Bohemian Rhapsody. He must've had a lot to drink. Sober Roy would never do that. 

"Is he okay?" Coach Beard looked over at me. 

"Yeah, he'll be alright. He's just headed back to the hotel for the night." I replied. Sassy had looked over at me and smirked to herself. 

After a couple more songs, we decided to head out for the evening. We've had a long day and we were all getting tired. Rebecca decided to go to the bar to get a drink, Sassy went back to the hotel for the evening, and I went with Roy and Keeley to go back to the hotel. We took a scenic route around Liverpool before we all ended back at the hotel. 

"You sure you don't wanna come and hang out for a bit?" Keeley asked, causing Roy to groan in frustration. 

"I think Roy would actually kill me if I said yes, but thanks, babe." I smiled at Keeley before taking the elevator up to my room. 

As I was about to enter my room, I thought I would double check to see if Ted was doing okay. Even though he said he would be alright, I just wanted to make sure.

My fist lifted up to knock on the door but before my hand made contact, I heard something come from the other side of the door. A woman's voice, talking and laughing. Sassy. After the sounds of talking and laughing came the moaning. Sassy and Ted. My hand immediately reached up to my mouth to cover the sounds of my sobs as I ran away from the door and into my room. 

I curled up into bed with tears running down my face. Since Ted and I share a wall, and his bed lined up with mine, I could hear everything. I could hear the bed banging against the wall and the both of them moaning and laughing. God, his laugh. It was unmistakable. I laid in my bed with my hands covering my ears as I sobbed.

No, I can't do this to myself. It isn't right. 

I took out my phone and sent one quick text. 

Lacy Watson: What room are you in?

Coach Beard: 431

Lacy Watson: I'll be right there. 

I gathered my essentials in my bag and ran right to Beard's room. I knocked on the door a few times before he opened it up and his face softened. 

"I-I- I can't be in there," I cried out. I laid my head in my hands as I started falling apart. Beard opens his arms and immediately pulls me in the room and shuts the door. 

"What happened?" He questioned. 

"I went back to my room and I thought I would see if he was doing okay. But when I went to his door, he was with- he was with Sassy." I was able to say through sobs. "And I know it's silly to feel this way since we aren't together, but I- I really like him, Coach."

"I know. I know." He held my head as I cried. "Listen, I think you need to talk to him. The two of you need to talk." 

"Can we just tell him that we slept together so that we're even," I tried to joke. 

"I think he would actually kill me. I'm not joking." There was no hint of joking in voice. "Here, just stay in here for the night. I'll sleep on the pull out couch, you take the bed. You're not gonna go back to your room and have to deal with that." 

"Thank you," I smiled sadly. He got the pull out couch all ready for him while I got under the covers, still in my clothes from the day. 

"Coach?" I mustered out, still not being able to stop crying. 

"Yeah, Lace?" He called from the couch. 

"I think I love him." I whispered.

"I know."

*** 

"Rise and shine!" Coach Beard flung the blinds open. "We have two hours until we have to leave and you still have to go to your room to get your stuff."

My eyes fluttered open a bit as they adjusted to the sunlight. First, I was confused as to why I was in Coach Beard's room, but then the memory of last night hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart sank. I thought it had been a nightmare. 

"Thank you for letting me stay here last night. I just couldn't... yeah I couldn't." I couldn't even get out what I needed to say. 

"Of course." Beard smiled. I think this was one of the only times I've seen him act serious. It was a little scary. 

"I'll meet you back at Richmond. I'm gonna grab a ride on Rebecca's jet." I said before I walked out of the room back to my own. As I reached my door, I saw Sassy leaving Ted's room. 

"Oy! Lacy!" She called over to me. "You'd get lucky last night too? Look at you doing the walk of shame!" 

"Yeah, last night was so crazy." I said sarcastically. "Between the drinking and the fucking, I'm just so out of it today."

"I totally get it. Let me tell you, your coach is fucking amazing."

"Oh, Ted? Yeah he's alright." I kept my sarcastic tone to see if she would catch the hint, she doesn't. 

"He's such a gentleman. And I knew you were wondering, and yes, he does talk like that during sex and he's just so eager to please. He let me ride that little mustache like a jet ski." Sassy bragged. I'm not sure if it was because of what she just told me or if it was actually from all the alcohol I had last night, but I had thrown up all over myself. All down my outfit. It was not a good look. 

"Jesus, babe. You alright? Here, let's get you cleaned up." Sassy tried to usher me into my room. 

"No! Just leave me alone." I nudged her away from me and slammed my door shut. I immediately ran into the shower and just let the hot water wash away last nights dinner and Sassy's words. So eager to please. Her words kept repeating in my head. 

After my shower, I took out my phone to text Rebecca. 

Lacy Watson: Let me know when the jet leaves. I'd like to take it if there's still a seat for me. 

Rebecca Welton: There's always a seat for you. Are you alright? Sassy told me what happened. 

Lacy Watson: I'll tell you on the jet. 

On the jet, I told Rebecca and Keeley what happened and both of them were in awe. 

"I am so sorry, Lacy. I had no idea she was gonna do that." Rebecca apologized. 

"It's okay. I mean, it's actually not okay. It actually fucking kills me, but he's not mine. He can do whatever, and whoever, he wants." 

"Babe, you need to tell him how you feel. It's actually killing you. And I hate to see you like this." Keeley rubbed my arm. 

As she finished speaking, my phone buzzed. 

Coach Beard: Ted was asking everyone where you were. He's very worried. 

Lacy Watson: Did you know he is very eager to please? And that he even talks like that when he has sex! Thanks to Sassy, I know that now (and so do you!)

Coach Beard: I'm not sure how you want me to respond to that. 

I rolled my eyes as I put my phone away. "Rebecca, I hope it's okay that I take today off. I just want to be home."

"Yes, Lace, of course. I needed to borrow Ted for the afternoon anyway so that's no problem at all." 

After we landed, I took a cab back to my flat and immediately crawled under my sheets and went back to sleep, trying to pretend that the world doesn't exist. 

***

I must've slept the entire day away because I woke up to someone banging at my door. When I looked outside, it was pitch dark out. 

"I'm coming up!" I could hear Ted's voice call out at the bottom of the steps. Oh great. I got up from my bed and walked out into the living room, where Ted was coming up the steps. 

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked. 

"Sleeping," I groaned, still half asleep. 

"Um, alright. Why did you sleep all day? Are you alright? Are you sick?" He asked with worry in his voice. 

"Actually, I'm not alright, Ted." My voice started to break. 

"Here, how about you sit down." Ted motioned to the couch. I shuffled over to the couch and sat down, he immediately took a seat next to me. "What's on that noggin of yours?"

I couldn't get the words out to actually tell him how I felt. Every time I went to say it, the words wouldn't come out. "I..I..I'm just upset Jamie left." I panicked and that was the first thing that came out. 

"You're really that upset that he's gone?" Ted's eyes softened. 

"Yes. Yes I am." I said coldly. "Things were getting better between us. He was finally starting to open up to me and now he's gone." Ted's jaw began to clench. 

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way." 

"Yeah, me too." I whispered. 

"Alrighty, then I guess I'm gonna get out of your hair, but please come to work tomorrow, okay?"

I didn't say anything as Ted walked down the step and left my flat. That's when I started to cry again. 

Ted's POV

After I left Lacy's room, I immediately went downstairs and banged on Coach Beard's door. He opened the door almost immediately. 

"Hey, Coach," Beard greeted. 

"I really messed up," I groaned as I let myself into his apartment. 

"What happened?" Beard asked, motioning for me to sit on the barstools in his kitchen.

"Well, you already know I slept with Sassy last night, but I didn't tell you all of it." I cringed. Beard didn't verbally respond, but nodded his head, telling me to continue, "The entire time I was with Sassy, I was picturing Lacy. I mean, the entire time. Sassy is such a lovely woman and I feel so awful but, Coach, I don't know if it's because of the divorce or what, but... I don't know. I think I might like Lacy."

"Ted, if you think it's just feelings because of your divorce, then you're stupid." Beard finally spoke. 

"What do you mean?" I questioned, oblivious to what he was insinuating. 

"I mean, you've been in love with this girl since the moment you saw her. Maybe even before that. Do you remember when we had the team party a year ago, and you saw her with Julian? You never treated Julian the same after that." 

"Yeah, but I didn't even know her back then. I just saw her with her boyfriend, no big deal."

"You already had those feelings for her since before you actually got to know her, and now that you know her... your feelings are running rampant."

"Well, it doesn't even matter if I like her or not, she likes Jamie." I lowered my head. 

"I think you need to talk to her. You don't know everything." Coach Beard raised his eyebrow at me. 

"How do you know?"

"I know all." Beard answered. He's right, he always knows everything about everyone. 

I smiled at Beard slightly. "Thanks for listening, Coach." I left his flat and headed back to my own. Now, I just had to get unstuck from my own head. 

Lacy's POV

I hadn't moved from the couch in a few hours as I got comfortable in the couch hole I was creating with my body. Suddenly, someone is banging on my door. 

I groaned and got up from the couch. "Ted, I need to be left alone." I moaned as I was walking down the steps. I flung the door open and my blood ran cold. My eyes widen so much they almost fell out of my head. 

"Hey, Ace. You miss me?" The man on the other side of the door smugly said. 

I was able to sputter out one word, "Julian?"

authors note: this chapter and the next chapter were probably the most fun to write !! just a lil fact about me but I'm actually a senior in college. im minoring in creative writing so anytime im writing this story it always feels like im doing homework (in the best way possible lol) see u besties in the next chapter. buckle up ;)

taglist: @nerdgirljen

[gladdygirl18]

New tickle tea story incoming, and it's a really good one

Blue me, orange NEW BOYFRIEND

Yes u read that right! Wanna find out how this came to be? Read under cut (it's gonna be pretty long cuz this is covering 2 days)

So on sunday was my university's annual carnival to usher in new freshmen (so much fun 😁🫶🏾) and I was meeting up with my some friends.

My soon-to-be boyfriend (still a friend at this time) had sent me on a scavenger hunt to look for him, and ofc I eventually found him. After that, I gave him a small gift (some things I picked up from an anime convention) and he loved them

And throughout the day, after meeting up with our mutual friend, I would always poke and tickle him and ofc, he'd tickle me back

He is a firm believer of "equivalent exchange" (whatever I do to him, he does to me, and vise versa)

So while the carnival is going on, the 3 of us find and empty classroom to watch funny videos together. I started to lay across the table with my hat over my face (this happened like twice or thrice) and my soon-to-be at the time starts tickling me (revenge he called it 🤭💖)

When our mutual friend leaves the room, the 2 of us cuddled up to each other in the corner of the room and.... we started making out and the rest is history ☺️💖

We then went out to the courtyard late at night and just sat on the ground and just stayed there for a long while; it was bliss. We cuddled and kissed, and ofc tickled each other here and there. OMG he is such a tease

"Tickle tickle tickle~" "Where else are you ticklish?" "You're ticklish here too?" "You're just ticklish all over, aren't you baby?" "Coochie cochie coo~"

LIKE OMGGGG SHUUUUP UUPP 😆😆😆💖💖💖 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Next day (Monday) after classes, we were in my room just cuddling and kissing. Ofc, me being a little sneak, I start tickling. OMG he is so cute when tickled! 😍🥰💖😆 He has a very airy laugh and its cute

"No, not the tickles! Hahaha!" and once I tickle him, he tickles me back (firm believer in equivalent exchange) "That's it! C'mere you!" "Where's that bellybutton?"

I HAVE ASCENDED OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGG AHHH 💖😆💖😆💖

While cuddling, we did something that I never thought I would ever think I'd do (i'd only ever read this dhit in fics) WE PLAYED A TICKLE GAME

The rules were simple: whoever lasts longer without putting their arms down wins. He lasted about 1:03. I was already so fucking nervous, but the fun nervous. Now, if yall know me, I can turn off my ticklishness, but when he started digging into my armpits and sides, I lost it. and this boy starts teasing me saying: "Come on baby! You're doing great" "I caahahahahan't" "You're almost there!" "It tihihihihickles!" "I know, babe, but you're doing great! Only a few more seconds!"

BROOOOO I FUCKING LOVE HIM 💖💖💖

I lasted 1:04, a second longer than him (did not think i'd last that long tbh) Side note: he also has a small little obsession with my bellybutton and omgg he finds it so cute! He will tickle it, kiss it; I'm dying every time he plays with it 🥰😆💖

and ofc when I'm being bratty, he always says "Alright, that's it? Where's your bellybutton?" But if anything, he often aims for my armpits cuz i can't stand my armpits being tickled i literally start bucking like a bull (but it is so much fucking fun! 🥰)

Just yesterday, we did the same tickle game again. I had asked him if he could help me (cuz i wanted to see if i could last longer than 1:04) and he happily agreed. He then said, "However, if you lose, I get to tickle you more~"

BITCH I AM LOSING ON PURPOSE EVERY FCKING TIME IF THATS THE CASE WHAAAAAT 😆😆💖💖😍😍

When tickling me, he kept teasing me and encouraging me throughout, and it made it worse. And, purposefully ofc, I shot my arms down.

"Oh nooo.. Baby you didn't make it. You know what that means?"

This 6'2 guy straddles me, pins an arm above my head while locking the other underneath his knee and starts torturing the fuck outta my armpit!!! I wanted to fucking scream (i mean i did ofc but you know what I mean) and omggg he was so fucking sadistic with it too and it make the tickling worse. I then told him that I lost on purpose and he just gave me this smug ass look and said, "You don't think I knew? You wanted this all along didn't you sugar~? Having my hands lightly explore your tickle spots while you thrash around? Hearing you laughter and cute little giggles... it's like music to my ears~"

I AM AT PEACE OMGGGGGGG I'VE DIED😆💖💖😋😍😆

And omg he is so fucking considerate and compassionate. "The safeword is Grapefruit" (literally for no particular reason, just a random he came up with) Also pointing out when tickling me like that, he did tell me that, but I was having the time of my life that I didn't use it; I was having so much fun! "If you want me to stop, just say that word and my movements will freeze in an instant." "Is this okay for you, baby?" "I don't want to move too fast, so just let me know when you wanna take a step backward" that's all he was saying throughout while he was tickling me, and when I was calling out his name, he would say "What's wrong my little sugar? Are you having fun? Well, of course you are cuz if you weren't you would've said the safeword ages ago~" Such a fucking tease i love him 💖

But really tho, he be making me wanna cry... He's so fcking sweet omggg. One time, I started tearing up when I was hugging him and I said, "Thank you.... thank you so much" "I don't know what you're thanking me for" "...For making me feel wanted, loved, safe... and beautiful..." "Aww, you're welcome my little sugar dragon. You deserve to feel that way, and I'll do whatever I can to ensure that" (he calls me sugar dragon cuz A) I am very sweet and B) our favorite fantasical creature is a dragon, and to me, he's my little chaos dragon 🥰🧡🐲) He also says "She's sugar cuz she's sweet, too much of her will kill me, and too little of her will kill me" (iykyk)

but yeah! This is an incredible comeback to TTS's! I love my boyfriend so much; such a teasy tickle monster, even tho he calls me the tickle monster cuz i always iniciate the tickle fights we have 😋💖😋 But yeah, expect a lot more TTS very soon!

tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @cutesmokes @burningablaze @otomiyaa @ticklishfanart

[riordanness]

delicate - [l.valdez]

1.6K wordcount

warnings: mentions of nightmares,, super old writing so proceed with cringe warning

requested: no

a/n: i wrote this in quarantine, early 2021. i lowkey predicted the future w this fic bc i was obsessed w the colour maroon at the time and made y/n wear a maroon coloured taylor swift shirt… never guessing that she would release a song called maroon?? so yeah, fun fact <3

I sat bolt upright in bed, my head pounding. It took me what seemed like forever to calm down, even thought it was likely to have only been a handful of moments. I forced myself to steady my breath, and realise I was safe. My hands were tightly clutched around my sheets, and that helped to ground my thoughts a little.

I looked around my familiar cabin and took a deep breath. My fairy lights shined softly on the walls, making me feel cozy and warm. I had specifically requested fairy lights. They'd always been so reassuring and calming to me, what for I had no clue. But Leo had been all to ready to equip me with fairy lights in my cabin, so I was glad I had asked him for them. They always helped with the nightmares.

I carefully slipped out from under the covers and put on my sneakers. I fumbled through my chest drawer and pulled out a black zip-up jacket I had stolen from Leo, and yanked that on too. I had black leggings and a maroon Taylor Swift T-shirt on, so I felt warm enough to go outside, where the freezing Greek air would surely be uncomfortable.

I needed to clear my head, and get some fresh air, and talk to someone. All that would happen on deck, where there was bound to be at least one crew member on duty. Besides, Leo never went to bed, it seemed. He would most certainly be up there, and I needed to see my best friend right now.

I tiptoed past the other demigods' cabin doors, trying not to wake anyone up. I had no wish to anger anybody who slept with a sword constantly by their side.

I crept upstairs and came out onto the deck, the moon covering the world with a ghostly layer of magical light. I loved the moon. If Artemis, the moon goddess, wasn't a maiden goddess and actually had demigod kids, I'd've given anything to be her daughter. She was definitely one of the best Greek goddesses.

As I'd suspected, Leo was still awake, even though it was probably at least three in the morning by now. He stood with his back to me, tinkering with something on the ships' control board. I stood there for a few seconds, biting my lip and staring at his figure in the dim light, debating whether to bother him or not. In the end, I decided to walk over.

"Hey," I said quietly over Leo's shoulder.

He flinched, looking up at me with startled dark eyes. "Jeez, carinó, don't scare a man like that!”

My eyes widened in sudden alarm. "I'm sorry!"

Leo managed to crack a smile for me. "No, it's fine. Hey."

He turned back to the controls. "I'm just turning off the sonar and switching to radar. We're going airborne soon. Percy's gone downstairs, and it's Jason's turn to watch."

I nodded. "Okay." I knew what he was doing. I didn't dare one but for that kind of information, it was useless to me and I usually forgot it in about four seconds. Leo did it because he knew I adored listening to his voice. His accent was so calming to me, just like fairy lights and Taylor Swift songs were.

I loved him so much for doing that for me. I was so lucky to have this boy in my life.

There was silence for a few minutes. That was the way it usually was with Leo and I. We were comfortable with whatever. If we wanted to talk, we did talk, about everything and anything. But if one of us felt like being quiet, that worked too. It was just nice to be with each other, together.

We didn't have to be talking to enjoy each other's company, and I loved that about him too.

"I had a nightmare..." I said at last, drawing out the words, as if me saying them slower would make it harder for Leo to understand them.

Leo's eyes immediately snapped to meet mine. "You did?" His voice flooded with concern. "Are you okay? Was it that same one, or different? Was it a vision, or —?"

I laughed lightly. "Calm down... I..." My smile dropped as I reflected on my nightmare. "It was..."

I shuddered. "Um, it was bad. I just... I just wanted to be around someone. I didn't want to be alone in my cabin."

Leo nodded. He reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. His touch sent a tingle up my spine. Leo didn't really do touching; I think he was wary around it with his fire powers, so it was nice, but a little strange, to hold his hand.

"Come on," Leo said. "I'm done here. Festus will guard until Jason gets his lazy butt out of bed. I want to show you something."

I managed a smile. "Okay, Repair Boy."

"Hey, don't call me that!"

"Why not?" I reasoned. "You call me carinó, and I don't even know what that means."

Leo's eyes glittered with mirth, as if he was sharing an inside joke with himself. "Well... fine then."

He led me by the hand downstairs. We passed a bleary-eyed Jason on the steps, who nodded mutely at us and kept going. Hopefully he wakes up enough to fight off any monsters who decides our ship looked tasty.

Leo led me past the cabin doors, careful to walk quietly. When he started down the second level of steps, I raised my eyebrows.

"I've never been down here," I whispered.

"I know," he whispered back. A nervous, but excited shiver ran down my back.

Leo pushed open the first door on the left. Inside, an intricate engine (at least I think it was an engine) took up most of the room. Pipes and cords ran absolutely everywhere, winding around and around each other.

Random work tools rolled along the floor every time the ship listed sideways, spanners and hammers and screws going everywhere. The engine hummed softly, filling the air with a pleasant kind of feeling. I instantly understood why Leo liked this place. I know he often spent a lot of time in here, and I could now see why. It was exactly his sort of room.

"Wow, Leo," I said. "You built all this? You're amazing."

Leo blushed. "Thanks, carinó."

I glanced at him with a smile, and he looked confused. "What?"

"Nothing," I said slowly. "I'm just really glad you're my best friend." I gave his hand a squeeze.

Leo looked away. "Uh, great, well..."

"You wanted to show me something?" I prompted.

"Oh yeah!" He pulled me along as he walked to a cabinet against one wall. He opened one of the drawers, dug through it, closes it, opened another one, and smiled triumphantly.

"Close your eyes, carinó," he told me.

I did so immediately. After all, I trusted Leo completely. Okay, maybe not with shaving foam or my wallet, but for anything else? Of course.

Leo suddenly laced his fingers through mine. "Open them," he said, his voice low and kinda gravelly.

I slowly opened my eyes. Leo held out his palm.

On it, a beautiful necklace lay. A beautiful, incredibly intricate flower was made out of see-through gold, hung on a thin gold chain.

I gasped softly. "Oh, Leo..." I didn't know what to say. "It's... it's beautiful. Oh, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"It's not the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Leo muttered. "I mean, uh, thanks. I made it for you."

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. "It's amazing. You're amazing. Thank you."

Leo pulled away, laughing a little. "Okay, okay. Here. Want me to put it on for you?"

I nodded. He carefully stepped behind me and fastened the clasp around my neck. The necklace laid on my chest, and I gazed at it for a moment, before smiling up at Leo.

"Thank you so much, Leo," I said. "It's the best thing I've ever received in my life."

"Really?" Leo seemed surprised. "Well, let's see how many times I can break that record."

Before I knew what was happening, Leo stepped forward, cupped his hand around my cheek and gently pressed his mouth to mine. He only kissed me for a second, moved backwards, red as a beet, and opened his mouth, stammering, "Oh, I just... did that. I— I'm sorry —"

I smiled dryly. "Don't you dare be sorry." I stood on tiptoe and kissed him again, longer this time.

I felt like I was on fire. I wasn't, and neither was Leo (thankfully), but my entire body was hot all over. I don't know how long we would've stayed there, but someone decided enough was enough.

"Hey, Leo, are you — holy Hera!" Jason stumbled into the doorframe. "Uh..."

Leo and I broke apart. His face was a red as mine felt. "Oh! Hi Jason." Leo grinned. "What's up?"

Jason pursed his lips. "I... uh, I forgot. What the Hades are you two doing?"

"Making out," Leo replied.

"Leo!" I exclaimed. "I wouldn’t put it that way! That’s so… crude sounding.”

"Oh. Okay. We weren’t doing that then," Leo agreed. "What's wrong, J-man?"

Jason looked confused. "Um, well... we're nearly to Athens. None of us can work out your controls, Leo, so you need to come and uh, work your magic."

Leo nodded. "We'll be right there."

Jason disappeared up the hall. Leo and I glanced at each other.

"So?" Leo asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"So... what?" I asked back.

"Did I break my record?" He grinned cheekily. "Of the best things you've ever received?"

I blushed. "I guess so. Yeah. Yeah you did, Repair Boy."

"Good," Leo said, grabbing my hand again and pulling me towards the deck. "Now, let's go save the world, together."

[jacksfandomrandom]

I read one AU that was similar to my trans genderbend headcanon that it have me motivation to write this. That fic that inspired me was LuxTheChaotic's Genderbent series on AO3

How Eve Became Steve

Notes: Before I start, I'd just like to say that I do not wish to erase lesbians and or the sexuality. This will NOT be straightwashed either. Only genderbended. it's not sex-bended though because Vaggie will be a trans man and Charlie is a cis man in this AU. I am really sorry if this offensive.

Tw: t slur

Also this technically was requested by anayapookie on wattpad

Summary: Genderbend AU where Vaggie falls because they tried to tell Lute they were a man. Charles, the prince of hell, finds him and helps him recover from his injuries and start to socially transition.

Being an exorcist, Vaggie had lots of friends. Her fellow comrades and training partners were fun to hang around and joke with. Joining the army definitely helped her learn to socialize with fellow heaven-born. But everyone (in heaven at least) has that one friend that they can go to when they're struggling. In heaven, there's not many struggles though. Most of it would just be venting like about how you had to wait an hour in line at the zoo. However, Vaggie had Lute. They often comforted each other when things went bad. Their dorm rooms were right next to each other and they often had sleepovers when either of them was feeling lonely, couldn't sleep, or just wanted to goof off. They were good friends.

However, Vaggie had something she really needed to get off of her chest. It had been bothering her for a long time and she hated just keeping it all in. Lute was the only one she could trust. So one night after training, Vaggie pulled Lute away from the group preening.

"Vags, is something wrong?" Lute asked when she pulled away into an empty hallway in the dorms. She noticed that Vaggie seemed nervous or anxious.

"Um... yeah, kind of. I just... I really need to tell you something. It's something serious and important to me." Vaggie fidgeted with her fingers. It was a nervous habit that she often did.

"Alright," Lute simply said.

"B-but can you promise you won't be upset? Or mad?" Vaggie asked.

"Man, this must be serious if you want me to promise. But alright, I guess I can,"

After a long pause and a few deep breathes and hyping Vaggie up, She finally was able to tell Lute.

"Lute, I'm... I'm a boy," Vaggie disclosed. Lute waited for a second, hoping it was some kind of joke. Once she realized that she was in fact being serious, her emotions turned to shock and anger.

"No, you're not. God created you as a female," Lute argued, raising her voice a little.

Vaggie felt her heart drop. This wasn't supposed to happen. Lute was supposed to accept her and treat her as if she was a boy and help her transition. Maybe she could try to explain it to her a little more?

"B-but I don't feel female, Lute! I wanna be a boy! I want people to call me Vicky and He. I don't want boobs or these thighs. I want a boy's body!" Vag- no Vicky exclaimed. Lute couldn't even look at him. Her face was filled with disgust. Before Vicky could even say anything else, Lute summoned her sword and stabbed his eye out. Screams filled the dorms and people from the main common room came rushing into the hallway. Vicky fell to the ground, wailing in pain as blood streamed down his face.

"Sinful trannys like you have no place in heaven," Lute bellowed before grabbing his wings from his back and ripping them off. The torturous screams had almost made Lute feel pity, but the thought that her best friend turned out to be a sinful freak, overturned that pity.

Vicky couldn't see much, close to drifting off into unconsciousness due to the overwhelming pain from his mutilation. However, he managed to make out the first man Adam, emerging from the crowd. He shook his head in disappointment before snatching the halo from him and pushed Vicky into a portal leading to hell.

Charlie Morningstar, the prince of Hell was taking his evening walk around pentagram city, singing some musical tunes and overall just in a good mood. He tried to see the best in things. However, his cheerful singing was interrupted when he heard small cries and sobs coming from an alleyway coming up. He ran over there, worried that one of his people was hurt. However, instead of seeing a sinner, there was... an Angel? Covered in blood and...mutilated. But how could that be? The extermination wasn't for another 5 months.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, slowly approaching the angel. Vicky looked up and saw the demon approaching him. He just calmed down from a panic attack but it was starting right back up again. He tried to scramble but just backed up against the dumpster, causing pain to shoot up his back.

"Aargh!" He let out a shriek of pain and doubled over.

Charlie didn't know why but he pitied the angel. They just seemed so scared and in pain. He took a deep breath and slowly crouched down to them.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Sure, I'm a little confused on why you're here, but you can explain it to me later, "He pulled out a couple of bandages and began to cover his bloodied eye socket, "I'm Charles by the way, but everyone just calls me Charlie"

"Va-...Victor... or Vicky" The injured angel mumbled.

It confused Charlie that the angel had such a masculine name but such a feminine physique. But he could ask questions about that later.

"Here, use this to cover your back. I'll call my driver to come pick us up and I'll patch you up at my house, okay?" Charlie placed his tux coat over his shoulders to cover the bloody mess on his back.

Victor was confused on why this man was being so nice to him. Wasn't he in hell now? He went against God's ways and he was supposed to be punished. However, he didn't even get much time to think before a limo pulled up and he lifted. That single lift caused everything to throb with so much pain that his body just gave out and pulled him into unconsciousness.