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Something In The Way II (Fred Weasley)

Fred Weasley x Reader

Read Part I Here

I know, I know. This blog was barely active and hasn't been for years. In all honesty through all my adventures through fic writing on Tumblr, this blog was just the shortlived final chapter. However, I popped on a while back and found a bit of this in my drafts and couldn't resist fleshing it out a bit. Something In The Way and the reactions to it are something I am very proud of and also felt connected to. It's only right that these guys get their story finished.

Fem!Reader, no house mentioned, no specific physical features

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drunkenness, nothing else I don't think.

Word Count: 2k

Although I am using the Harry Potter universe as a basis for this story I do not support JK Rowling or her views.

Fred and Y/N’s relationship was special, everyone knew that. What they shared was unlike anything anyone had ever seen. Fred and Y/N’s relationship was loving and tender, both always willing to put the other first whatever the cost. Fred and Y/N’s relationship was lasting, for the last four years they had been looking at each other like they were the sole reason for the stars in the sky, the mists on the mountains and the full, glowing moon.

Except Fred and Y/N’s relationship didn’t exist. The two had been dancing around each other all this time, never quite getting close enough to call it love.

They weren't close enough to call it love, yet Y/N was hunched over her desk, blood thumping through her ears as she frantically called her best friend of four years - Fred Weasley. Not quite in tune with muggle technology despite the well-meaning Arthur Weasley, Y/N's shaking fingers hovered over the phone as she willed her friend to pick up.

"Freddie! Fred! Can you hear me?" the excitement in her voice already made him glow over the phone.

"Loud and clear, in fact, hold it a tad further away my dear or you'll deafen me!" he snorted.

"Fred I was talking to Binns about my newest publication and it's being really well received..." Y/N was a historian of magic, working under the ghostly yet watchful eye of Professor Binns who she had known for pretty much all of her life (and his death) at Hogwarts.

"... he was saying that there's a teaching position available at Beauxbatons - mine for the taking if I want it! They love my work!"

As Y/N gushed with excitement over the phone, Fred's smile dropped. "As in the France-uhm-French-like Beauxbatons like as in by the mountains, the Pyre-uhm, how do you call it? The uhm French ones?!"

Only a giggle echoed across the line (or cloud, or waves, Arthur hadn't quite managed to properly explain how that bit worked).

"YES! Leading my own research, really honing my skills, and teaching the girls! Isn't that amazing?"

"Oh my.... Oh my my my.... love, that's excellent. When do you leave?" and at this Y/N swears she can hear a gulp, that or there's some sort of disturbance. Fred doesn't sound like himself.

"I haven't confirmed with old Binns yet. I wanted to see what you thought, and if there's a spell or anything to instantly make me fluent in French and as beautiful as all the Beauxbatons lot." she replied dryly.

Fred, now curled up on the chair in the poky little office of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, furrows his brow.

"Don't be stupid, you! It's really amazing, I think. Wait till Mum hears!"

Molly Weasley purses her lips and pulls Fred in for a hug, reeling from Y/N's news. "She's such a bright girl isn't she, your Y/N?" she mutters into his shoulder. Fred hears an edge in her voice, her praise is genuine but delivered in a slightly deflated tone. Although outwardly he is excited for Y/N, there's something within him that Molly can see, something pulling on some tendon or ligament or nerve, buried deep inside. He is uneasy.

Yet, ever in denial when it comes to topics surrounding Y/N, he plasters a smile on his face and tries to swing some positive momentum up and away from his twisting gut.

"She's incredible..... so incredible."

Molly squeezes him harder.

As the clock ticks away on the wall, Fred wishes time could just slow down.

Professor Binns shakes his head. Young Y/N stands in his office, feeling as flustered as she ever did as a student. The past few days she hasn't left her house, hasn't seen Fred or George, any of their siblings - not even Hermione or Harry. Through stacks of paperwork, cups of coffee shimmering with calming draughts and sleepless nights, her decision is made.

"I think the relocation would be impractical for me, Sir. I may not have a biological family but I think that makes it all the more important that I hang on to who I do have - over here, in England. Anyway, I think I'm needed to help out sometimes in Diagon Alley so the move might not work if the boys-" she trails off.

In her dreams, or shall we say nightmares, she becomes just another anecdote at the Weasley dinner table rather than a guest. In her dreams Fred reminisces over his old friend and the fun they used to have. In her dreams she is brought to tears as her students again ask her to recount her adventures with the famous Harry Potter and co. In her dreams she spreads layers of butter over freshly baked French bread... all whilst waiting for calls or letters from Fred - which never come. She wakes, tosses and turns all night, then scribbles her thoughts to try and make sense of them.

Her reverie is interrupted by Binns and his sharp tone, one that a star pupil and skilled historian like herself has never heard before.

"I wasn't under the impression that you were employed by the Weasley twins at their location on Diagon Alley, as some kind of - shopgirl?"

The sentence hangs in the air, dancing, taunting Y/N.

"I, ehhhm. He's - they're - ehm... Fred is my best friend." she splutters, as that familiar pricking sensation appears behind her eyes.

"I truly appreciate being considered, and your mentorship has always been truly very helpful. I'll be sure to be in touch about future projects but I cannot go to Beauxbatons, Sir."

She's waffling now, embarassingly trying to save face before she composes herself, graciously twists into a slight bow in Binns' direction, and excuses herself.

At The Three Broomsticks, Hermione stares curiously at Y/N over her butterbeer, whilst Y/N nurses something stronger - her tumbler of Dragon Barrel Brandy nudges against her lips with an electrifying sweetness.

"So you're not taking it?" Hermione asks incredulously. Admittedly she herself was envious of such an opportunity.

Y/N shakes her head, a small bubbling sob bursts from her.

"Oh right. May I ask why, Y/N?"

Hermione's stern look, the one that makes Ron crumble and terrifies Harry, makes Y/N acutely aware that she has had one too many sips of her brandy.

"Fred."

"Fred?"

"He's my best friend."

"... and?"

"I can't lose that, Hermione. I can't lose him."

"What on earth makes you think you'll lose him?"

Shaking hands are being dragged over Y/N's eyes and down her face as she attempts to hide her true feelings from Hermione. Why does she feel like she's about to burst into tears? Why when she closes her eyes does she keep seeing the fiery flash of red hair?

"I think, not being around him, he'd find other friends. I wouldn't be his partner in crime anymore. With George having Guenevere and all... what would we do?"

Hermione's exasperation melts away. Her face is overcome with a look, one of - relief? Y/N blinks slowly at her. Maybe it really is time to cool it with the brandy.

"Does Fred know?" Hermione urges.

Y/N silently shakes her head. Vowing that her streak of making a fool of herself will end now.

"Tonight. You need to tell him tonight. Tell him exactly what you've just told me." Hermione speaks in a hurried, hushed tone. As if she's planning something incredibly urgent. Y/N swears she sees a smile bubbling just under the surface of Hermione's authority.

Pulling her coat and bag onto her shoulder, Y/N heads to the flat shared by the Weasley twins - her best friends.

George opens the door to his tearful friend, but before he can even invite her in his older twin barges past him to comfort her.

"What's wrong? Did the job fall through, Y/N, please, what's going on? Who's getting a dungbomb in the post? If it's Binns it wouldn't be the first time, eh? If I need to I'll airmail one to France-"

"Fred. Shh. I'm not taking it."

At this confession, Y/N's shoulders heave. Her deep breath is heard from George across the hall.

"How so? I don't understand Y/N. Please, please help me understand. It's so... perfect."

George slinks into the living room and over to the cabinet where some rather old Extendable Ears lurk in an abandoned drawer, having survived the Molly enforced purge not long after they were first invented.

He stretches a pair out, checking the elasticity was correct for his plan. Silently mouthing "Sorry, Freddie." as he lodges one under the door.

Back in the hall Y/N avoids Fred's gaze.

"France means not being here." she huffs.

"Yes, silly. That's why it's France." he jokes, trying to tease a small smile from his dear friend, he almost pokes her in the side alongside his mocking.

She intercepts his hand, but instead of letting go she holds his pointed finger meekly.

"Fred. France means leaving you." she murmurs.

He blinks, two three four times. The look in Y/N's eyes makes Fred want to bundle her up.

Fred does. Y/N sobs. George's brow quirks as he tries to decipher these rustlings through the Ear.

"I don't ever want to do that. Ever, do you understand?"

Cogs turn under the mop of ginger hair, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back.

"My dear, this is your dream. You can't give that up for me." Fred's logical brain takes over, although he can feel that nerve - or whatever the hell it was - tugging again.

"I think, even if this is my dream that being without you is my idea of a nightmare."

At this Y/N will not meet his gaze. He shakes his head, slowly bringing a hand up to wipe a tear from her cheek. The glistening sliver of its path is disrupted by his warm thumb.

"Wherever you are. Whatever you're doing. You've got me for life Y/N Y/L/N. From the moment I saw you across the Great Hall." he whispers.

George strains from the other room - why weren't his prototypes more bloody - effective?

As Y/N looks up at Fred everything suddenly came into view - her and Fred meeting in the Great Hall, her getting him and his brother out of trouble in school, in return him spending his time showing her secret hiding spots, them leaving school but Fred's letters arriving every day, cosy evenings redecorating the shop after closing time, Fred's misguided petition to add Y/N's face as a hand on the family clock - he had even picked out his favourite picture of her for Molly to use.

No life without Fred would ever be the one Y/N chose. She knew that now. Hermione, Ron, Harry and just about all of the Weasley family had known this from the start.

"Fred Weasley. I think I chose you, is that ok?"

"Y/N Y/L/N. I don't think I've been more ok with anything, well - ever."

As their lips touch, George abandons the Extendable Ear in favour of nudging the door open.

As the two pull apart they catch sight of a smirk contained within the doorframe.

"Finally."

Fred and Y/N’s relationship was going to be special, everyone knew that. What they would go on to share was unlike anything anyone had ever seen. Fred and Y/N’s relationship was loving and tender, both always willing to put the other first whatever the cost. Fred and Y/N’s relationship was built to last for they finally now knew that to each other they were the sole reason for the stars in the sky, the mists on the mountains and the full, glowing moon.

Fred and Y/N’s relationship was just beginning. The two were tired of dancing around each other all this time, now collapsing into each other's arms they embraced this thing called love.

A/N: It's been so long since I posted fic that I don't even know if these tags are relevant, or will help with circulating it at all. Either way, if even one person enjoys this or goes to read the first part as a result then cool beans. It's very much appreciated.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

I saw this in your post about Percy and the Weasleys parents, and I’m confused:

“Percy cares so much for his family. When Voldemort is revealed and the war actually starts, he puts all his disagreements with his parents aside to come and help and make sure they're okay, because he cares. And still, he is being shunned and treated like an outsider.”

When did this happen? From what I remember, Percy did not put his disagreements with his parents aside and come to make sure they were okay after Voldemort was revealed and the war actually started. When Harry arrives at the Burrow in HBP, it’s noted that Percy was still not talking to his parents:

“And what about Percy?” asked Harry; the third- eldest Weasley brother had fallen out with the rest of the family. “Is he talking to your mum and dad again?”

“Nope,” said Ron.

When Percy does show up to the Burrow on Christmas, it’s clearly because Scrimgeour wanted to have a chat with Harry and pump him for information, not because Percy wanted to help his family and make sure they were okay.

When was it mentioned that when Voldemort was revealed and the war started, Percy put aside his disagreements and went to help his family and make sure they were okay?

You're right, he wasn't talking to them.

I just don't think it was because he didn't care. I think he did care and he agreed to Scrimgeour's plan so he could have an excuse to check up on his family. Scrimgeour could've come by the Burrow on his own, he's the minister, Molly and Arthur would've let him in anyways, so Percy didn't have to be there if he didn't want to.

Percy chose to come with Scrimgeour to check up on his family. He cared about them, even if he wasn't sure what to say to them after everything that happened. The distance he keeps keeping from them is mostly down to him having no idea how to rebuild the bridges with them properly:

There was a moment’s painful silence. Then Percy said rather stiffly, “Merry Christmas, Mother.” “Oh, Percy!” said Mrs. Weasley, and she threw herself into his arms. Rufus Scrimgeour paused in the doorway, leaning on his walking stick and smiling as he observed this affecting scene. “You must forgive this intrusion,” he said, when Mrs. Weasley looked around at him, beaming and wiping her eyes. “Percy and I were in the vicinity — working, you know — and he couldn’t resist dropping in and seeing you all.” But Percy showed no sign of wanting to greet any of the rest of the family. He stood, poker-straight and awkward-looking, and stared over everybody else’s heads. Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George were all observing him, stony-faced.

(HBP, page 341)

This is from that same Christmas. He avoids their eyes because he's ashamed and sorry, but also prideful and has no idea what to do. They're his family, but he feels like a stranger in his own childhood home. His stiff and awkward, but he hugs his mom.

He still doesn't feel at home and he has no idea how to approach them. I just honestly think it comes off this way because Percy is an awkward person in an uncomfortable situation.

And Arthur, Fred, and George definitely aren't helping him feel at home. They are more stony and distant than Percy is. Which, definitely affects Percy's leaving quickly, he still feels unwelcome.

In Deathly Hollows, even before he finally comes back fully for the battle he does react to his father:

Not until the doors had clanged shut again did Percy realize he was in a lift with his father. He glanced up, saw Mr. Weasley, turned radish red, and left the lift the moment the doors opened again. For the second time, Harry tried to get out, but this time found his way blocked by Mr. Weasley’s arm.

(DH, page 221)

He is already ashamed of his decision to trust the ministry. He just doesn't know how to go back. And I assume he's also terrified considering what's going on in the ministry at the moment.

But Percy knows he sided with the wrong people and he does return, but I do believe he already figured that out during book 6 and just had no idea how to rebuild that bridge. That is, until the battle when everything was going to shit anyways:

“I was a fool!” Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph. “I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a—”

(DH, page 512)

[skayafair]

Petulant Children

Apparently I have an especially soft spot for insufferable kids characters who are in fact just... lost, aren't treated properly by their parents or sort of remotely parental figures and go completely south as a result?

Like Yellow from Malevolent or Jamie from Give Me Away.

Because they behave like they are terrible (and that's the opinion of other characters, too) but in fact they aren't bad at all?

(Funny thing is that they both are from podcasts about headmates of sorts.)

I don't think I need to say anything about Yellow (but of course I'm still going to). It's not exactly a "parent-child" situation and I actually hate the implication that Arthur shaped him completely (and Larson just continued to hone the traits he needed). Like hello, even with amnesia there was some personality in there, Yellow just didn't have enough time to sit and take everything in, gain various experiences to make more informed judgement. John did have this time while Arthur was in a coma. He had time ON HIS OWN to remember and process himself (not as in remember his past - just... himself, what kind of a person he feels he is and what he wants). Yes the result changed him into something completely new but some core things like curiousity stayed intact. He can still be violent, he's still very much murder happy if it means survival, he snaps easily, and he hates lying. Everything that made the King - the King, a dangerous and at times vicious god, is still there. He only changed the point of view, and the rest followed.

Yellow didn't have this opportunity. Arthur was snapping at him and telling him what he was supposed to be (and failed time and again) all the time, cutting many curious questions short (Arthur really is father of the year huh), so any positive traits - positive, joyful for Yellow himself - didn't have much room to grow. Hatred, though... and then there was Larson who didn't even have to make much effort manipulating his rage and hurt to get what he wanted. It's not every day you get to use an eldritch god, amirite? Gods I hate Larson so much

So what do you get when one doesn't remember his past, only some very, very terrible and frightening things he managed to escape, then he's constantly berated, and when he rightfully feels fury, it's being fueled more and more, - AND not a moment to himself, on his own? Exactly. Yellow does say and do terrible things, but... it's not because he's evil or vicious. He's conditioned to behave this way.

Now, to Give Me Away.

Jamie in ep 9 (I'm in the middle of it but needed to dump my thoughts and emotions somewhere first because there were too many) acted completely on impulse, I get it, and it's more because she wants to be a hero and by that to prove to her mom and sibling and to everyone else she is as good as Thalia or even BETTER. I know. It's a very selfish impulse. But it a) doesn't change the fact that she's still trying to save everyone's lives and b) values her life LESS than validation from her family and people around, and this is fucking tragic. I just want to hug this kid (yes I'm 31 so I'm allowed to say a 22 yo is a kid, more so when she behaves like one) and get her some therapy, gods know she needs it (and will probably resist kicking and screaming so she needs to see the necessity herself first).

I mean. Whatever the reasoning, she can still die.

And yet she's going along with the plan.

Although she's really her father's daughter, and I'd say she at least developed SOME spite. Graham is so detached I have to wonder at times if he's even there at all, it feels like most the time he would be happy to surrender the body and mind to Joshua completely, unless one of the triggers like Jamie is up. The way it feels... Graham wouldn't mind being in a computer, probably. Just exploring stuff and thinking it over. He already spent most the time inside his head by the time of the divorce. He's pretty desperate because he doesn't know what to do with his life, to the point when it feels like he doesn't want to live all that much in general but dying is a bit extra for him, too. One of the rare cases when I want to say "Grow some balls ffs!" but then can't get rid if the thought that if he did he might have killed himself, which is... no.

Jamie is wrecking havoc wherever she goes, appears to not care about morals much, but in fact she's just as empty inside and desperate to be SOMETHING, something meaningful. Graham finds fulfilment in his inner values, so he actually doesn't care much what everyone else thinks - as long as it's meaningful enough by his own standards, it's enough. Jamie seeks outside approval. In any case, they both are wrecked mentally.

Having BPD, I know how it feels. I really feel for them both, their cases are pretty extreme exactly because they didn't find the ways? didn't search? didn't have an opportunity? to fix those neural paths to fill the yearning void inside in a non-harmful way. That's why their cases are tragic to me. Instead of making their choice out of pure moral values and desire to save others they want to save themselves this way. Only it isn't gonna work.

The more I listened, the more the pressure inside grew: I want to scream at Graham sometimes that he's not getting better this way, he's only digging his pit much, much deeper. And now Jamie does the same, although in a different way. They both don't need to do what they are doing, they need help. It's painful to listen.

I don't know why Give Me Away strikes me so much. I didn't have such a visceral emotional reaction to stories for quite a while.

Also Joshua should be thankful for Graham because he really needed that mental slap. Being too full of himself is a road to ruin, and his hubris can bury not just himself but all his people along with him, and then some.

[vickyvicarious]

Your touch counting with Dracula on Jonathan made me think for some reason how touch in the novel -with Jonathan in the middle- is both invasively intimate and also a physical desire between lovers:

-Spoilers, but I am keeping it vague with only two examples or it'll get long-

Mina saying "The letter that he has seen and touched must comfort me till we meet." She wants him to see and and touch her, she has been longing for it for so long that this paper is a substitute. Mina saying "I must touch or kiss him no more". First thing she laments. She wants to touch and kiss him more than anything else, and she must deny it from herself.

Yeah, there's a definite theme that could be found here! You could absolutely write a full essay on the role of touch in this book I think. With lovers in particular, we get Jonathan and Mina's invasive experiences with Dracula (as well as Jonathan's with the vampire ladies), and also better ones with one another. Then we don't see so much of Dracula touching Lucy but it's certainly happening to some extent offscreen (though how much is debatable if he's mostly in bat form). But Lucy/Arthur have a similar scene where touch is denied between them as soon as she starts becoming a vampire. That memorable moment when van Helsing threw Art halfway across the room rather than letting him kiss her. In the end their final intimate 'touch' gets twisted around into a murder scene even if it is justified as saving her soul. There's been plenty of sexual comparisons made for the Lucy staking scene, but the element of separation/denial is particularly interesting for me based on what you mentioned about substitutes. When they got engaged they were both hugging one another, touching a lot. After Dracula starts feeding on Lucy, Arthur can't touch her directly/reciprocally most of the time; she's either unwell/asleep, he's away, or he resorts to substitutes like giving her blood (with the staking scene being the ultimate/final substitute for wedding night sex according to some). She also obviously doesn't really get to touch him anymore that much, and eventually her own desire to do so gets shifted into something violent.

Desire for vampires gets bound up in consuming, as seen with vampire lady "kisses" and vampire!Lucy's attempts at the same. Jonathan and Mina both feel an inability to resist/a desire to be "kissed" longer when being preyed upon by vampires. It's very intimate but brutally so. There's an aspect of denial of touch going on as well. Jonathan emphasizes his anticipation during the vampire ladies scene, and until October 3 we are never fully shown a vampire openly feeding on someone. The anticipation is built into the structure of the book itself in that way, and desired/denied touch repeats a lot. Both in harmful ways ("kiss me Arthur", Jonathan's anticipation, etc.) and in much nicer ones (Mina anticipating Jonathan's return and touching him again, denying herself the ability to touch him). There's another contrast there between the Harkers and Arthur/Lucy - Jonathan refuses to let Mina deny herself his touch, while Arthur is stopped from touching Lucy in those dangerous moments. There's obviously a lot of other circumstantial differences and even their relationships are at different stages (Art/Lucy still being engaged and in the anticipatory stage, while the Harkers are now married and free to touch one another how they like), but it's an interesting detail.

In a way, October 3rd acts as a release of that anticipation for both the bad touching (Dracula drinks Mina and we get a full description of it including him holding her close and forcing her to accept his unwanted touch), and good touching (Jonathan's reaction to comfort Mina by holding her close, refusing to let her deny his wanted touch). I made a side-by-side comparison post last year; there's a lot of deliberate mirroring going on there.

Not to mention, there's a huge emphasis on nonsexual/nonromantic touch. The polycula hold hands all the time and it's a source of comfort and support in direct contrast to Dracula's grasping hands. I mentioned this more recently with Lucy and her erstwhile suitors as a Jonathan contrast, but also if you look at my "friendship at first sight" post there's a bunch of touching going on later in the book.

[inkbloodpages]

Whoops, my hand slipped…

“It’s been three days, Gaius. Three days! I’m not just going to keep sitting idly by while my- while the crown prince of Camelot dies in his sleep! I am supposed to be the greatest sorcerer to ever live, I know I can fix him Gaius. I don’t care about the consequences, I am not losing him.”

“I understand your feelings, Merlin, but you mustn’t let them cloud your judgement. What will the townsfolk think when all their loved ones have died of some mysterious plague, while their prince makes a recovery? They’ll suspect magic, or some cure hidden away for only the nobility.”

“I don’t care.”

Merlin walks away, slamming the door behind him and barely resisting the urge to lock Gaius inside his room. He rushes to Arthur, half-collapsing onto his bed. His legs have grown week from reading instead of sleeping, but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t want to spend his time anywhere but here.

“I will find a way to heal you, Arthur. I don’t care what it does to me or the kingdom, all I know is that my purpose is saving you. And I will fulfill that purpose. Until it kills me.” Merlin takes a deep breath, bracing himself on his knees, and places his hands on Arthur’s chest. He doesn't bother with incantations, he has no idea what he’d say. Instead, he feels. Feels love and anger and sadness, everything that means Arthur. He sees the first time they met, he sees every adventure they’s been on, he sees him alive and vibrant and full of life. And he pushes it all into Arthur’s chest.

Then he immediately collapses om top of him, arms prickly and numb like he’d been in the cold too long. His brain is a fog, and he’s only moderately aware of the words tumbling out of his mouth. “Please, Arthur. I need you, Arthur. You are my life, Arthur. Please. Please. Come back, come back to me Arthur.”

It feels like years before the man beneath him stirs. His eyes fly open, and Merlin regains all control of his body at once, leaping up to join Arthur on the little bed, hugging him. A wayward tear falls from his eye when Arthur hugs him back, weak arms holding him as tightly as they can. He looks up to say something, but all words are knocked out of him by Arthur’s intense stare. Before Merlin even thinks to be scared, Arthur is pulling him into a kiss. Merlin feels like fireworks are going off, and he’s sure he distantly heard something explode. But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is him and Arthur and how right their lips feel together.

When one of them finally pulls away, Arthur’s smile wavers. “You, uh, you have magic?”

Merlin feels as though a needle pierced his heart. He sits up, “Yes. But I use it for you. Only ever for you, Arthur. Everything I do is for the safety of you. And sometimes Camelot, but you are always my priority. And I have never hesitated to kill anyone who uses magic for darker means, I-”

He is cut off by Arthur’s hand over his mouth. “We can talk about this later. I- I understand why you didn't tell me. For now, just get back down here so I can kiss you again.”

*just think about the most general scenario - not what you write or draw or read more about. just what pops into your head. general idea.

[lxclerc]

𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐜𝐬𝟓𝟓

SUMMARY: where charles regrets introducing his sister to his teammate or the leclerc brothers are cockblocks WARNING: fluff, SMUT, 18+, age gap (reader is 23, carlos is 27), oral (both m and f), the leclerc siblings basically sharing one brain cell PAIRING: leclerc!sister x carlos sainz REQUEST: “can I request a Carlos Sainz smut imagine??” WORD COUNT: 3.5k

NOTE: since it’s carlos’ birthday, i thought it’s finally time to write something for him

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The moment Charles saw the look in your face as you reached to shake Carlos' hand, he knew he messed up. Despite being a year older than you, Charles has never been the overprotective type. He leaves all that to Enzo. More often than not, he encourages you to meet new people, go on that date with that nice guy from your chem 101 class. It's when they mess up that Charles is the first to throw in a punch. 

That being said, he isn't particularly happy with the idea of you dating his teammate. It's not that he doesn't trust you and Carlos because he does but statistically, most relationships in our lifetimes fail. There are bigger chances of you and Carlos not working out than you did living happily ever after. 

And when Carlos’ face lit up as he shook your hand, Charles felt as though he's watching a crash happen. 

“Pleasure is all mine, Hermosa,” Carlos says kindly, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks. At that moment, Carlos thought you're the most beautiful being to exist, everyone else around you becoming background noise as he focussed his attention on you. 

Meeting your eyes, it feels as though something clicked in place. It sounded cliche and overused but he could have sworn that everything suddenly felt a little brighter the moment you stepped into his life. 

Charles looked back and forth between the two of you, resisting the urge to groan at the sudden brightness in Carlos’ eyes and the sudden redness of your cheeks. Introducing the two of you was definitely his worst mistake. 

It didn't take long for you to suddenly keep appearing in the paddock more than usual. Charles is happy to have you around, of course, along with Arthur and Lorenzo but he found it odd how you're suddenly able to make time to jump from plane to plane just to show support. 

However, he's quick to piece together the reason for your sudden interest in the sport when you climbed in the ferrari private plane, summer dress on and barely glancing at him as you crashed straight into Carlos’ chest. Your attempt at a ‘friendly hug’ that lasted longer than it should had him scoffing along with the wide smile the two of you are sporting.

“Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici ?” Arthur asked from beside Charles, surely already thinking about the thousand ways he can tease you of your obvious new crush. What’s going on there?

“C'est de ma faute,” Charles muttered under his breath as he watched Carlos reach over to tuck in a strand of your hair that fell to your face. My fault.

“Enzo ne sera pas content,” Arthur said with a mischievous grin, obviously finding amusement in the situation you're all currently in. Enzo won't be happy.

Enzo, the eldest of the four of you, has taken it upon himself to always be protecting his siblings, especifically you and Arthur. He can be overprotective, especially the guys you date, having been tasked more than once with picking up the broken shards of your heart after some guy callously broke it.

“Oi, Y/N!” Charles calls with clear irritation in his voice, breaking you and Carlos from the little bubble you've created, clearly having forgotten about everyone else. “Greet your brothers too, why don't you?” 

“We haven't seen you for a month and you don't even notice us!” Arthur childishly whines, making you roll your eyes as you give Carlos another smile before moving towards your brothers.

 “Je t'ai vu hier, Arthur,” you say, a little bit of accusation in your voice. I saw you yesterday, Arthur.

Arthur pouts but the teasing glint in his eyes is obvious. “Yes and I've missed you since.” 

You roll your eyes again as you envelop Charles in a hug, reaching behind him to lightly smack the back of your youngest brother’s head. 

“I'm going to tell maman.” 

“Cry me a river, you big baby,” you say, your french accent jumping out. 

Finally, Lorenzo enters the plane just as you and Arthur are beginning to bicker, Charles completely relaxed between you two, already used to it. Lorenzo sighs. It's always the two of you giving him a headache. 

“Y/N, s'asseoir. Nous sommes sur le point de décoller,” Lorenzo orders in an attempt to stop you both before you really get at it. Y/N, sit. We're about to take off.

Instead of listening, you only cross your arms over your chest. “I'm not sitting next to Arthur.” 

“Cry me a river, you big baby,” Arthur mocks childishly, causing a sigh from Enzo, Charles still completely unbothered in between the brewing chaos between the two youngest. Growing up, it's always been like this. You and Arthur bickering back and forth, Enzo trying to keep you both in line and Charles unbothered and used to it all. 

However, before Enzo can propose a solution, you've already turned your back on them, walking back to where Carlos sat with his trainer, occupying the free seat next to the Spaniard as a smile breaks into your face, Carlos quickly putting his phone down in order to give you his full attention. 

“When did that happen?” The oldest asked, causing a frown and Charles could feel himself shrinking in his seat. 

Charles’ regret with introducing the two of you finally reached an all time high during the holiday break. You've been cooped up in your apartment for days, claiming the heavy load of school work you're going through to be the reason. 

Charles had no suspicions. He had no reason to not believe you and so when he drove over to your place with a pint of your favorite ice cream in hand with the purpose of inviting you to join him and the rest of your friends in his yacht, he genuinely thought he was doing a nice thing. 

He missed his family and he wanted to spend quality time with you guys before flying to Belgium in three weeks but his good mood was instantly ruined when he knocked on your door and it wasn't you who answered. 

“Carlos?!” Charles asked, shocked and confused at seeing the Spaniard before him in Monaco, much less a very much topless one. As far as he knew, the rest of the other drivers are taking advantage of the break to spend time with their families so what’s Carlos doing in your apartment? 

And then it became clear from the guilty look on Carlos’ face along with the purple marks all over his chest and neck and Charles let out a long groan as he pushed past his teammate into your apartment. “Y/N!”

Finally, you emerge from your bedroom, hair messy and skin all blotchy with matching love bites, wearing a too big shirt that definitely doesn't belong to you. “Charles! Tu ne m'as pas dit que tu venais.” You didn't tell me you were coming over.

Your attempt at playing dumb had him rolling his eyes as he points at a sheepish looking Carlos. “Explain yourself.”

“It isn't what it looks like,” you start before faltering, eyes switching between your brother and the man you had been on your knees for mere seconds ago. You can still taste his cum on your tongue. “Okay, nevermind that, it's definitely what it looks like.” 

“Mate–” Carlos starts but Charles holds a finger up to stop him, sitting himself down on your couch. 

“Give me a moment,” he says, mind spinning. Charles had never been the overprotective type but all he can think about is that Carlos is going to break your heart and Charles will have to kill him and there goes years of friendship down the drain. 

“Here.” You offer him a glass of water. “We didn't mean to but we’ve liked each other for weeks and it just happened—”

“Stop,” Charles groans, not wanting to know the details of your relationship. 

For a moment, silence envelops the three of you as Charles tries to gather his thoughts. He watched as you and Carlos slowly gravitated towards each other, finding yourself on the other side of the couch, legs pressed against each other’s and Carlos’ hand situating itself on your bare thigh. 

Charles groans again. “I shouldn't have introduced you and now Enzo is going to kill me.”

The pure fear in your eyes almost worried Carlos if he didn’t already know that you and your brothers seem to share the same wavelength that consist of making each other lives the hardest it can be for giggles and laughs.

“No wait!” You say immediately, sitting next to Charles. “Parlons-en, Charles. Je vais lui dire. Ne le dis à personne. Especially not Arthur!” Let’s talk about this, Charles. I’ll tell him. Don’t tell anyone anything.

You already know that Enzo will freak out and Arthur will make your life a living hell by teasing you and quite frankly, you don’t want to put yourself or Carlos through that. 

“Je n'aurais pas dû vous présenter tous les deux !” Charles exclaimed before facing Carlos, unknowingly switching to italian. “E tu, Carlos! Mia sorella, davvero? Non potevi scegliere letteralmente qualcun altro?” I shouldn’t have introduced the two of you! … and you, carlos! My sister, really? You couldn’t have chosen literally anyone else?

“Mate, non volevo che accadesse! Non ho mai voluto mancarti di rispetto, ma abbiamo–” I didn’t mean for it to happen. I never want to disrespect you but we’ve–

“Aye! Aye!” Charles interrupts, covering his ears like a toddler. “I don’t want to know anything about your relationship with my sister, mate!” 

The switch in languages is giving you a whiplash as the two men seem to be speaking a thousand miles per hour, barely giving you time to catch up considering you’re not as fluent in italian as the two of them.

“Charles, stop acting like a toddler!” You exclaim finally, throwing your hands up in frustration the way that Carlos often teases you. “Je suis un adulte et je peux prendre mes propres décisions. Je peux sortir avec qui je veux sans ta permission ! Si vous avez un problème avec ça, vous pouvez vous le mettre au cul.” I am an adult and I can make my own decisions. I can date whoever I want without your permission! If you have a problem with it then you can shove it right up your ass.

With your outburst, Charles and Carlos both found themselves frozen in place. Charles because he hasn’t seen you that angry since secondary school when Arthur pranked you by dumping slime on your homework and Carlos because, well because he found you rambling in french to be an extremely attractive sight. 

Charles rolls his eyes but knows that you’re right either way. “Fine. I won’t tell anyone.” 

A small smile finally broke into your face as you reached towards him and enveloped him in your arms, causing Charles to roll his eyes for the second time as he couldn't help but return the hug. 

“But please–”

“Charles,” you interrupt before he can say anything else that will annoy you. “That’s the end of the conversation and it’s your cue to leave.”

Charles looks like he wants to object but thinks better of it as he plants a kiss on your cheek before exiting your apartment, leaving you and Carlos shell shocked. Finally, you stand up and walk over to your lover, arms snaking around his neck and his placing on your hips as you go on your tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on his lips, forcing him to look down at you. 

“I think that went well, no?” You grin and Carlos can’t help but lean into your touch, pulling you closer to his body.

“I think we traumatized him.” 

You grin wider, already dragging him to the bedroom

--

You and Carlos had woken up from the monte carlo sun blinding you through your window, wrapped around in each other as you dread bringing him to the airport to spend the next two weeks of his holiday break with his family with the promise of returning for the last week in order for you to introduce him to yours.

“I don’t want to leave,” he muttered against your skin, laying between your legs and head on your chest. His hold on you is tight as your fingers absentmindedly play with his hair.

“You have to,” you tell him. “You miss your family and you should spend time with them.”

You dread the next two weeks, having received a text from Charles that he’s going to be dragging you around with all of his plans along with your brothers. He calls it spending quality sibling time, you call it trapping you so they can grill you about your love life.

Carlos climbs from your chest so he’s hovering over you, lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. “Te amo.”

You smile softly as you cup his cheeks between your palms, guiding his lips on yours. “Je t'aime.” 

Carlos grins into the kiss before slipping his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth. “Show me how much.” 

In all honesty, with every new layer you uncover of your lover, you’re left in even more awe than the last time. He always finds some way to be touching you, so much so that you’re quite surprised it took Charles this long to figure out your relationship. Carlos is so soft, loving you so gently. He’s sweet and considerate, always knowing what you need before you even say it. 

But when you’re in bed, there’s a different side of Carlos, someone who likes being in charge, being in control. Someone who demands you scream his name as loud as you can and would have you begging for release only to finally give it to you and have your legs shaking till you’re begging him to stop. 

You were in the process of climbing down from his neck as you unbuttoned his pants when you heard it, immediately making Carlos halt your movements. 

“Y/N!” You heard the voice of your little brother, throwing your front door open. “Qu'est-ce que j'entends de la part de Charles, que tu sors avec un certain pilote espagnol de Ferrari ?” What's this I'm hearing from Charles that you're dating a certain spanish ferrari driver?

You groan, pulling yourself up as Carlos’ hard on immediately softens at the sound of your brother’s voice. “I’m going to kill Charles.” 

Carlos laughs as you fall back into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. “You have way too many brothers.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh as you finally pulled yourself up, pulling him along with you as you threw a hoodie in his direction. You can’t find it in you to be ashamed as you watch his back muscles flex and stretch as he pulls the hoodie over his head. 

“Like what you see, Corazón?” He teases and you playfully roll your eyes.

“I’d like it more if I were on my knees right now sucking your dick.”

At that exact moment, Arthur comes barging into your bedroom, thankfully not having heard your statement as he all but throws himself at your bed, throwing a weird glance at Carlos’ extremely reddening face.

Facing your brother, you give him your best stern look. Charles and Enzo may get to boss you around but you are still older than Arthur by a good two years. You’re well within your rights to be mean to him whenever you see fit.

“Arthur!” You start. “I gave you a spare key in case of an emergency, not so you can come into my home anytime you want.” 

“This is an emergency.” He sounds so much like a whiny child that you have half a mind to throw your slippers at him. “I wanted to see if what Charles said was true. I can’t believe you actually got yourself a boyfriend!” 

“I’m going to kill Charles,” you repeat, Carlos planting a kiss on your temple as he continues on to the shower, leaving you to deal with the youngest Leclerc. “And what do you mean by that, you idiot?” 

“Well, I mean you look a bit like a troll–”

This time, you actually throw your slipper at him. 

---

You squirm as Carlos’ finger circles your clit, his lips attacking your neck. 

“Doing so good for me, Amor,” he whispers against your skin. “Doing so good keeping quiet.”

“Carlos,” you whine out, squirming on his lap in an attempt to get his finger to move. “Please.”

“What do you want, baby?” He asked, the callus pad of his finger feeling like heaven against your most sensitive area. 

“Please touch me,” you beg, already breathless. “Please, please.”

You can feel the imprint of his mischievous grin as he kisses along your neck to your shoulder. “I am touching you, Amor.” 

God, you both love and hate it when he gets like this. “More. More please.” 

His driver room is tiny and so your heavy pants bounce against the walls and you’re sure you sound pathetic begging for his touch but he hasn’t touched you since he left you in monte carlo that first week of his holiday break and quite frankly, you’re desperate for some sort of relief.

Carlos nibbles at the sensitive skin on your neck, making you release a moan that you desperately tried to hold in. “Alright, honey, since you’re being such a good girl letting me use you like this.”

Finally, finally, his finger slips inside your folds, giving you relief as you throw your head back, your legs turning jelly and Carlos being the one holding you up as you become puny in his hold. You bite your lip in an attempt to hold in your moans as his finger starts moving faster. 

“So filthy,” Carlos whispers in your ear as the squelching sound of his finger thrusting inside your cunt vibrates around the small area. “So filthy for me.”

“Hmm,” you agree, head thrown back as you begin feeling your high approaching, the feeling intensifying as Carlos adds in another finger. Your climax is right within your reach as your legs shake, hands gripping Carlos’ thigh that you’re sure your nails would leave an imprint on his skin. 

Yet just as you’re about to spasm, you both hear insistent knocks on Carlos’ door, your eyes flying open at the intrusion. 

Carlos keeps his fingers buried deep inside you, movements not ceasing as he speaks up. “Who is it?” 

You’re honestly amazed at how even his voice is while you feel as though you’re about to fall apart, having moved your head so you’re biting on his shoulder in an attempt to keep yourself quiet, something that Carlos barely flinched at. 

“It’s Lorenzo,” came your eldest brother’s voice and just like that, the moment was broken and Carlos immediately pulled his fingers out of you. 

You feel like you’ve been robbed, your climax so close yet now so far as Carlos very easily removes you from his lap, making sure your clothes are perfectly back in place, wiping his hand on a nearby face towel and spraying some alcohol on his palms before he opens the door with the biggest smile on his face as though he hadn’t just been finger fucking you seconds ago.

For a moment, you sat stunned. A few seconds ago, you were coming undone with your boyfriend’s fingers deep inside you and now said boyfriend is smiling at your older brother as if Lorenzo had cured cancer itself. You know he’s been desperate to earn your family’s respect ever since you two went public but goddamn it couldn’t he have let you finish first?

“Maman is insisting on a dinner to cheer Charles up and celebrate Carlos’ podium,” said your brother. “We’ve been waiting for the two of you for ages.”

“Actually, can we—” you start but your boyfriend gives you a pointed look before he interrupts.

“We’ll be there in a second,” Carlos said calmly. “Let me just change out of my race suit.”

You’re on your boyfriend as soon as the door closes, glaring at him. “That’s extremely rude.”

Carlos grins as he pulls you towards him in order to connect your lips. “I’ll take care of you later, Amor.”

Carlos does not, in fact, take care of you later. It isn’t his fault. The next couple of days were extremely hectic with ferrari working overtime to catch up with red bull and you barely got any moment alone with him apart to sleep. 

You understand, really, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t felt extremely on edge the entire time. It’s like the cruelest game of teasing and never getting to cum. And frankly, you blame your brothers entirely for your predicament. 

“Charlotte, I’m telling you it’s like they’re determined to make sure I don’t have a sex life!” You complain over the phone. “Ils continuent à apparaître de nulle part ! Je suis sur le point d'embrasser Carlos ? Oh, voilà Charles ! Je suis assis sur les genoux de Carlos ? Enzo frappe à la porte ! Je veux descendre sur mon petit ami ? Il y a Arthur !” They keep appearing out of nowhere! I'm about to kiss Carlos? Oh there's Charles! I'm sat on carlos' lap? Enzo's knocking on the door! I want to go down on my boyfriend? There's Arthur!

On the other side, Charlotte laughs loudly at your misery and if you weren’t so frustrated, you’d find it in yourself to be embarrassed but you haven’t been this sexually frustrated since you were a teenager and everytime Carlos even mildly touches you, it’s like your body goes on an overdrive and you’re ready to get down on your knees for him. Unfortunately for you, your brothers seem to be everywhere. One always seems to be tailing you around. 

You suddenly agree with Carlos that you have way too many brothers because this is just ridiculous at this point. 

“Ils ne le font sûrement pas exprès,” Charlotte says, trying to calm you down. Surely they don't mean to do it on purpose.

“I don’t care,” you pout again. You so badly want to jump his bones that you almost feel like a pervert. “I just need them to leave me alone for an hour so I can actually spend time with my boyfriend. Can’t you just steal Charles for the day so I can lock Arthur and Lorenzo somewhere?”

Charlotte laughs again. “I’ll be there by tomorrow and I definitely wouldn’t mind a day alone with Charles.”

“Yes please, I’d kiss you on the spot!” 

Finally, Carlos and Charles arrive and you end your call with Charlotte in favor of spending time with your boyfriend, removing the armrest between the two of you so you can place your head against his shoulder. 

“Mon amour, you are cruel,” you whisper against his ear, making sure no one else can hear. 

At your words, Carlos’ eyes darkened a bit. “Trust me, Corazón, I’d love to fuck you silly too.”

Very much like you, Carlos too is struggling with the multiple interruptions as is now becoming apparent to you considering that your boyfriend barely uses such dirty words outside the bedroom. He needed you and he’s beginning to get a little desperate. That must be why he agreed when you told him to follow you to the bathroom five minutes after you. 

Carlos loves trying out things in the bedroom but one thing he isn’t is risky. The idea of getting caught fills him terror rather than lust especially the thought of getting caught by someone you shouldn’t be caught by with his career in the line. You understand and it isn’t usually your thing either but you’re both desperate. A little bit of relief is very much needed or else you’ll explode. 

You basically throw yourself at him as soon as the door shuts, your lips messy against his as Carlos’ hands fall to your hips, trying to stabilize you as you hurriedly pull his shirt off him, mouth already traveling to his exposed neck. 

“Needy, are you?” He teases but he lets you take the lead despite knowing you’d willingly give control if he wanted it. Despite his good boy persona, Carlos does have an ego and nothing boosts a man’s ego more than his girlfriend being desperate for him.

“Shut up,” you muttered, already working on his belt that seems to be adamant to stay on. “Ceinture stupide.” Stupid belt.

You grin triumphantly once you finally get the belt off him and the sight of you grinning as you hold his belt up triumphantly was so adorable to him that Carlos planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, genuinely so hopelessly in love with you in that moment as you move to unzip his pants. You don’t even pay attention to the sudden sweet gesture in the middle of your lust filled mission to get him in your mouth as you sink to your knees. 

Carlos holds your hair in a ponytail as you pull out his cock out of his boxers, kitty licking the side and causing Carlos to throw his head back, lightly tugging at your hair. “Baby, don’t play.”

You look up at him under your lashes, the pure look of innocence if only you aren’t gripping his cock. Finally, you put him into your mouth, slowly lowering your head till your nose hits his pelvis and his tip hits the back of your throat. 

“Y/N!” And then there’s banging on the door and you actually fall on your ass at the impact considering that you and Carlos were leaning on said door.

“I’m going to scream,” you tell your boyfriend as you recognize your brother’s voice, completely frustrated at the predicament you found yourself in for the fourth time. 

Carlos laughs, kneeling next to you as he covers your mouth. “Don’t.”

“Y/N, you better not be doing what I think you’re doing in there!” Charles screams from the other side, banging on the door once again.

“Just ignore him,” you plead, reaching between the two of you to grip Carlos’ now softening cock. “Please.”

“Amor, as beautiful as you are, I’m not going to have sex with you with your brother on the other side of the door,” Carlos side, hastily pulling his boxers and jeans up.

“Y/N!” Charles calls again, voice becoming louder and you can hear Arthur’s voice on the other side now too. 

“Can’t a woman shit in peace around here?” You scream back as Carlos slips his shirt back on, you still sitting on the floor, arms crossed over your chest and a pout pulling on your lips. 

“Do you need Carlos in there with you in order to take a dump, sister?” You recognize Arthur’s voice (which if you aren’t so pissed at them, you’d pat yourself on the back on considering that Charles and Arthur’s voices when speaking English are eerily similar). 

“Leave me alone!” You scream again as Carlos, now fully clothed, pulls you up from the floor. You pout, lightly pulling at his shirt in your last attempt to convince him to continue what you had been doing but Carlos only chuckles as he finally unlocks the door, revealing a smirking Arthur and a disgusted looking Charles. 

“Y/N was just helping me with something,” Carlos tries to reason, his hand entwining with yours. 

You look murderous as you glare at your brothers, making sure to give them the middle finger as you drag Carlos back to your seats. 

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[in-her-shadow-if]

RO's reaction to finding MC in the balcony crying, possibly after an argument with Guin?

I'm going to combine these two, so crushing stage + crying because of Guin.

Arthur: He's been grappling with his feelings for you and now you're here in front of his and he wants to hug you or squeeze your hand and let you know that it's going to be okay. Friends do that, right? It doesn't mean anything. He'll stay by your side and listen to you for as long as you need. Then he's going to find Guin and demand an explanation.

Lancelot: Lancelot resists the urge to hug you or offer some sort of physical comfort. He doesn't know if you would like it. And he also doesn't want to admit that his first inclination is to scoop you up and carry you to Guin so he can make her apologize. He's not surprised that she's the reason for your crying. But he certainly won't be letting this go.

Morgana: At this point, Morgana isn't even really aware of her feelings toward you as she's still with Guin. But she does know that you're her friend and she doesn't like to see you hurt. Her heart aches and her hands are in fists. How could Guin make her sibling cry like this? Morgana is definitely going to have a talk with Guin, after she cheers you up.

Merlin: Xe offers you some special soothing tea (magical). Meanwhile, xe discusses some pranks xe plans to pull on Guin to get back at her for making you cry and xe asks if you want to join. Operation Make Guin Cry is going to be a success if Merlin has anything to do with it. And xe will also be watching very carefully when you interact with Guin so xe can interrupt if it looks like you're going to be upset again.

Kay: She frowns and pulls out her handkerchief, offering it to you to wipe your tears. When she discovers that Guin is the reason for this, she feels disappointed in her Queen. Kay will listen to you patiently before trying to find ways to make you laugh or smile. She can't stand to see you upset so she'll strive to be a reason for your happiness.

[thedivinetarot-2]

Being Arthur Girlfriend would include:

Seriously where to start? Arthur in love had lots to write about.

But let's write about how cute and warm he is when being in love.

He wouldn't drink the coffee sebastian's make for him.

He would say" luv... I like the way my coffee taste when you make it, please can you prepare it for me this time? " looking at you with puppy eyes that you can't resist" fine! just now okay? ".

You and vick would be friends even Arthur will feel jealous because of your relationship with his dog.

Lots, lots and lots of mind-blowing nicknames.

He know how to flirt with you based on your personality, If you're a bookworm he'll create a special way of flirting for you like he would say " are you a bookmark? Because I feel like I'm your book " it's funny how I create this or if you love art he would flirt with you saying" are you a canvas? Because I want to be your painter ".

Also he would bother you with his bet" luv... Let's make a bet if you lose you are mine and if I lose I'll be yours ".

Knowing how much Arthur love being around Theo you should get used on them fighting then making bet then cheating in a game and how loud they're when they are together.

If he feel like he need to cuddle with you he wouldn't say he'll just create a silly bet to make you set on his lap while he write.

He is hopeless romantic but he wouldn't admit that.

Like when something really romantic happened with both of you he would say that it was just a coincidence and he didn't planning on that.

But deep down he know that everything happened was his plan to make you happy and satisfied.

I can see him liking mind games.

I mean he love the way you give him a riddle and how he try desperately to solve it.

Everyone know that he love sex, and he was a skirt-chaser before he met you.

And now everything changed.

He had to take the responsibility being your boyfriend.

Always acting cool and flirty but he actually need lots of reassurance.

Yes he need that alot! He wouldn't tell you about his insecurities even though he behave like he doesn't have.

He would grabe you after a long day of working then he would say that he is exhausted and need you to cuddle him until he feel good.

Love making with Arthur can a passionate experience!.

Arthur know how to make you satisfied mentally and physically.

He can turn you on with only words.

Sometimes when nobody watching you he'll touch your back and feel how your bra tighten on your breasts.

And you would be like a blushing mess.

He love to tease you, yes he is the type of men who tease their girlfriend turning anything she say on her!.

But not in a bad way he love to say your frustrated expression that's all.

He'll try all his best to hide his weakness.

His depression, anxiety or his dark thoughts he wouldn't make you know them until you start to realize it yourself.

Holding his face between your hands kissing his cheeks kindly roaming your hands on his back, his face buried in your chest and how his mouth smell like a dark coffee this is all he wants to feel saved and at peace.

Dragging you out for making you solve cases with him.

Setting by your side, watching the sunset.

Holding your hand when crossing the road, his fear of you getting hit by a carriage.

And yes he can be a little bet fatherly with you.

When you get sick he'll bring you something to drink.

Also he'll help you eating and changing your clothes.

Hugging you in his bed while he read one of his stories to you.

Always asking about your opinion when he do something.

Your opinion matter to him so much.

" princess what do you think of this shirt on me I know you love white color on my skin "

Arthur is often bold, so he rarely shows his shy side.

He would show it if you act more bold than him.

Like dominating him in bed or starting a foreplay session, biting his earlobes.

Kissing him passionately, biting and licking his neck and how you saying his name breathlessly.

All this things make him weak to the bones.

And above all shy.

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☆ A/N :

- Hope you like it💕.

- Also I hope that I covered all the points about being Arthur girlfriend.

- Tag Arthur simps if you want to.

- Next Suitor: Theodaours

- Have a nice day/evening🦋🍃.

[mydearhosea]

Hey :) could you write some more Hosea and Arthur whump? Maybe Hosea having a nightmare and Arthur comforting him.

Arthur has only ever seen Hosea have one nightmare since he joined the gang. He remembers it vividly; the sound of his trembling breaths, his quiet sobs and his body tossing and turning against the fabric of his cot.

He hadn't been able to help that time, too afraid that he'd embarrass himself trying to help to leave his own tent. He was only new at the time and had never been good at comforting anyone, let alone those he barely knew.

He promised himself that the next time it happened, he would make himself get up and do something, even if it made him uncomfortable.

It doesn't happen again for another year or more. By that point, Arthur comfortable enough in himself and the people around him to scramble out of bed and slip into the older outlaw's tent to wake him up.

Hosea is sweating. Arthur can see his hands trembling in the dark and heavy rising and falling of his chest as he gasps for air. Each breath out is more of a sob than anything else. Arthur doesn't think he's ever seen him this hysterical before.

He crouches down beside Hosea's cot and takes his hand into his own, ignoring how clammy it is as he holds it tight and tries to coax him into waking up. He can hear him mumbling incoherent things in his sleep now.

By the time Hosea finally wakes up, he's red faced and gasping for air, practically trembling in a way Arthur has never seen before. His eyes are wild with fright.

"A- Arthur?"

Arthur simply offers a gentle smile, still holding onto his hand. He isn't really sure what to say or do, so he stays crouched down beside the cot and patiently waits until more than his company is needed.

He feels awkward just standing there, but Hosea is greatly appreciative of the company that's been provided as he slowly comes back to reality. He knows this couldn't have been easy for Arthur.

Arthur is mildly surprised when Hosea brings him into a hug without warning. He resists the urge to flinch and give into the shiver running down his spine, and hugs the older man back. He's never understood why physical affection is so important to so many people, though admittedly, he knows he would do just about anything to please Hosea. If a simple hug is what he needs, then he's more than happy to provide.

The hug lasts longer than Arthur would usually like, but he slowly finds himself starting to lean into Hosea's hold and enjoying the feeling of a pair of arms wrapped around him. For the first time in years, he feels safe and secure and allows himself to completely relax, his head falling to rest on Hosea's shoulder.

He mumbles a small "just a little longer" when Hosea makes a brief attempt to pull away. His arms instinctively tighten around his torso and he nestles his face away from everything, allowing Hosea to completely envelop him.

Hosea is still crying as he wraps Arthur up in his arms and rests his chin on the boy's head. Arthur doesn't realise, but his tears aren't a result of his nightmare anymore.

He's so happy that Arthur feels safe enough around him to ask for affection.

[lexi-evans]

𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊'𝖘 | Draco Malfoy x weasley! Reader

Convincing Draco to celebrate Christmas with you, at the burrow.

warning: Fluff.

���Come on, Draco. Please, please! Pretty please!!?” Draco sighed, glancing at you. You looked at him with puppy doe eyes, you knew he can't resist them. He knows, he can't say no to you. “Fine, I'll go with you. Don't blame me if they don't accept me —”

“That's rubbish, dray. They'll love you” you replied, placing your head on his chest. “trust me” You hugged him, he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist. Both of you are laying in the couch cuddling,in his common room, by the fire place. “I love you, and I'm sure they'll love you too”

He hummed in response, as you played with his hair. “Can I kiss you?” “Do you even have to ask?” and soon just one kiss turned into full make out session.

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“Come on, Dray!! It's almost time, the carriages will be leaving soon!” You spoke, practically dragging Draco with you. After the night when you convinced Draco to come along with you to the Burrow.

You immediately wrote letter to Molly, and to say she was more than okay to let draco stay in the burrow. You were delighted, despite the protests from you're twin brother Ron. He's not very happily with the fact that his twin sister is dating his ‘enemy’.

You moved on from the past. Draco is no longer the same greasy haired, arrogant, daddy's little boy anymore. He can make his own decisions and follow his heart instead of doing whatever his father ordered him to do so. He apologized, you forgave him.

When the blonde realized he fell for the redhead, he knew he's definitely going to have to stop being the git he was. So, he changed. He no longer calls muggleborns as mudbloods. He doesn't torment first years anymore. Better yet, had managed to befriend Harry and apologized to Granger.

After going through all of that, the twins. Fred and george gave him permission to take you on a date. But of course threatened him they'll hex him to oblivion, if he broke their little sister's heart. But they knew he genuinely is in love with you.

“Aren't you going to sit with me?” He asked, frowning when he saw you stopped at the compartment where the golden trio were seated. “I'll come over later, don't worry. You go ahead” you replied giving him a toothy grin. He nodded before heading off to find Zabini and Nott.

Ron snickered. You sighed “why can't you just be happy for me?”

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The first two days at the burrow, are fun. Molly and Arthur are both fine with draco being you're boyfriend. They think he's sweet, which he is. You guys played quidditch, made gingerbread house. After being forced to spend along with draco together in the house.

Ron was too getting along just fine, with draco. And you couldn't be more happier.

Finally, it was the day. Christmas!

“What's gotten you so happy, sis?” Ginny nudged your side, Hermione laughed at your confused face. “Any reason, why you're smiling like an idiot?” she asked.

Ron and Draco are playing chess, while Harry is helping out Molly. The twins are testing out their new products, while arthur is reading newspaper.

“It's just... I feel like, Finally everything's going just like I always wanted. You know what I mean?” Ginny shook her head. Fred gave george a puzzled look.

“I've got everything I ever wanted, Gin. A perfect life I can ask for” you got everyone's attention in the room. Who were listening to you, carefully.

“parents who I absolutely adore —” You walked over to Molly, wrapping an arm around her giving a light squeeze. She gave you a warm smile. Arthur smiled at his daughter, dearly.

“overprotective brother's who I love —” you walked over to the couch, elbows pressing on the couch as you leaned.where Fred and george were sitting. Both grinning, widely.

Draco watched his girlfriend, with such adoration. He always admired how much you cared about everyone around you.

“An annoying, twin brother —” you said, playfully, ruffling his hair.Ron rolled his eyes, smiling.

“Fierce sister —” Ginny chuckled.

“Two best friends, one who attracts not only girls but mostly danger —” You gave Harry a teasing look. Ron gave him a mocking expression which Harry mirrored. “the other one, who's the mum —” Hermione rolled her eyes, folding arms up to her chest.

“But still the brightest and intelligent one —”

Hermione shook her head in disbelief, but couldn't wipe off the smile on her face.

“Last but not least, my lovely boyfriend who I love to the moon and back —”

Eyes shifted to Draco, who looked awkwardly flustered. His cheeks painted with crimson dust. Of course, he didn't expect you to say you love infront of everyone.

“Nothing is better than spending time on Christmas with loved one's” Harry spoke, wrapping arm around Ginny's waist who blushed at the sudden action.

“That is very true” agreed Ron.

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“What present did you get me?” you asked Draco who scratch the back of his head.

You looked at him suspiciously, and then the basket. Once you removed the clothe, a puppy jumped out. In instinct, you jumped at first quickly melted.

“No way!!” You stared at the small puppy, amused. “I know how much you like animals and I wasn't sure if you lik—”

“Are you kidding? I LOVE IT!!!” You giggled as the puppy licked your face. You stood up tip toeing, wrapping arms around his neck.

Clearly forgetting there are other people in the house. The lot went ‘Aww’ looking at the two flustered couple. You burried your face into his chest. Draco laughed at your cuteness. Draco giggled, placing a soft kiss at your temple.

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“You look cute” You mumbled. Everyone went back to their rooms, whilst you and Draco stayed up, cuddling with each other by the fire place. Draco hummed. He is wearing one of the sweaters Molly knitted, his blonde hair a little messy with you playing with it.

He wore grey sweatpants and scarlet extra pair socks to keep his feet warmer.. while, you were also wearing almost same clothes. “You look adorable”. You stayed quiet for few moments in comfortable silence. Draco pressed soft kisses in the exposed skin he could find, murmuring sweet things about how much he loves you and how make him happy.

Draco showed affection mostly with touch. And you know that. “Mum likes you, you know?”

“Really?” he said in amused tone. You hummed in response.

“Draco?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I love you”

“I love you, honey”

“Merry Christmas, dray”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N” that was the last thing, you heard before you slowly drifted off to sleep. Draco looked down at you as you slept peacefully next to him. You're head on his chest, few strands of hair lightly covering your face, lips slightly parted as low snores left.

Draco felt so god dang lucky to have someone, amazing like you by his side, forever.

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A/N: I would like to apologize for not posting much lately because I'm sick, (still am) but anyways, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! Also thank you so much for 112 Followers!! I love you all so much, hope you're having a great day!! Also, Requests are open! And you can also slyther-in to my dm's anytime!! Once again, merry christmas!! [Writing fics, while being sick SUCKS]

[nuttytani]

Hi uwu so like if it’s OKaY can you plz do a hcnfor the Ikevamp boys when mc does the tik tok challenge “walking in on your boyfriend naked” and it doesn’t matter if it’s nsfw, or anything else just whatever you prefer thanks uwu💞✨

a/n: I actually had to search this challenge up 😂😂 I'm not a tiktok person but hmm– this is interesting xD. I made it a modern au because... No way MC knows about the #nakeychallenge in 19th century and it'd not end well especially since others live in the mansion 😳 + the characters are living in their own apartment/house in this hc

tw: nsfw

characters: isaac , mozart, arthur, f!reader

Isaac

• you didn't have some sexy time with Isaac for weeks and wanted to do something...fun and special~ aha! That's when you think back on a conversation

• some time ago you were chatting with your best friend.They were telling you about how they did the new trending nakey challenge on their partner

• so you decided why not try it on Isaac tonight~ the sooner the better am I right? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

• Isaac had been real busy with work and with this pandemic going on he had to work from home

• meaning he'd be cooped up in your(and his) office room

• you got rid of your clothes in the bathroom and threw on a robe

• you softly padded to the room as you meekly called out his name

• "hmm...wait a sec ___ , let me finish this up" "Isaac~ look here!"

• "wha– OH ...oh " the literal description of jaw on the floor

• he turned a beautiful shade of apple

• "you'll catch a cold– put on something!"

• you whined and gently straddled his hips and whispered into his ears that made him growl

• sheep's façade out the window

• he pulled you closer and grabbed your thighs as he gently raked his fangs along your shoulder

• he lightly sucked on your nape and left you with a pretty red mark , he got rewarded by your soft mewls~ it sounded like angels singing to him

• you helped him unbutton his shirt and later on get rid of his restricting pants

• both of you were eating each other out wildly like there was no tomorrow

• all the pent up sex came flooding out

• it got hot and heavy extremely fast, thankfully there was a bed in the corner

• ended up having many rounds as both of your sweet moans resounded and harmonised

Mozart

• This musician boy has a high libido , gets turned on real quick but always keeps it in check

• y'all probably have intimate sessions quite regularly because he can't resist you lil cutie~

• you wanted to see Mozzy's shocked face

• It had been long since you last pranked him, what can be the best thing? Ahh yes~ the new challenge on tiktok ( although you won't post it there cuz dat embarrassing !)

• best part is Mozart rarely checks up social media so he doesn't know the trends (except for music ofc xD)

• he was in the kitchen , making some midnight tea to relax~

• you quietly creeped up on him and hugged his back

• allowing your towel to gently land on the tiled floor

• Mozart huffed and turned to face you, his first reaction "Pikachu face" but he cooled his expression to a seductive smirk~

• "What are you trying to do? Do you even know what'll happen if you look at me that way?" He whispered in your ear and kissed from your jaw till your hands

• he gently took them and kissed along your knuckles

• you could feel tingles across your body each time he kissed them

• "I hope you're ready for a long night ___~ because we won't be leaving the bed anytime soon"

• he pulled you up to the counter and started kissing you as he gently massaged your hips

• wanton.hurried.kisses

• ehem– que some hot love making sessions on the kitchen counter then in bed. Spoiler alert you couldn't get out of bed the next day due to exhaustion and your legs felt weak

• let's not forget your hoarse voice from all the screaming– I'll leave the details to your imagination ᕙ(＠°▽°＠)ᕗ

Arthur

• Do I even need to explain about this old chap? He.is.horney.24.hours.period

• don't be fooled by his expression, he's as turned on as you– but he just has the best poker face

• Now Arthur and you are sprawled on the bed while watching some late night television

• you got bored of it so picked up your phone and started checking your mails and notification

• Theo; your good friend sent you the nakeychallenge that's been going viral

• you thought hey~ why not try it on Arthur? You wanted to pull the reverse uno card and surprise him; since he's always successful in making you a stuttering mess

• You languidly jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom in your shared room

• Arthur was too engrossed to even notice you were gone

• discarding your night slip inside, you sensually came out as you called out his name

• Shock was written on his face then a cute blush, he quickly smiled and ran to you

• picking you up in a bridal style as he walked over to your bed

• He kissed you like you were air, gently placing you on the soft mattresses as he stripped off his clothes as well

• he almost literally pounced on you– no joke

• grabbing you by the waist, he pulled you flush against him and threw your legs over his shouder ( his favourite position because he can see your cute erotic expressions and kiss you too~)

• he left many hickeys on your chest and shoulders

• Sweet love making sessions (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

• Both of you were drowning in sex with no break

• Vicky barged in a couple of times that you both had to close the door 

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[flysafepapi]

I got bored, and this idea has been rattling around in my head for hours, so enjoy.

Part two

Home

The war, like everything else, had left it's marks and wounds behind in all of them, and he sees it every day when he looks at his younger brothers. War had killed who they were on the inside, stripping it away like it was never there in the first place, but Jack remembers. There'd been a time, what feels like years ago now, when they'd smiled and laughed, the way only boys that had the world in their hands could. He'd tried, and probably failed on multiple occasions, to keep them away from the horrors of the world for as long as he could. In the end, the decision was taken out of his hands, and he could only watch as the boys he'd raised when their father had left lost everything that he wanted them to never stop being.

"Jack."

"What, Ada?"

It's been two weeks, since he's been back home. Two weeks of trying to navigate the halls and stairs with the leg the triage nurses had somehow managed to save, but it was the silence that got to him the most. Finn and Ada weren't quiet, and barely let him out of their sight, but it wasn't the same. When the dreams come for him, of artillery shells and blood and pain, the silence that should be filled with his three boys is almost painful.

"Jack, they're home."

Those three words are enough to get him off the bed in a second, wincing when the sudden movement pulls at his bad leg, and down the stairs as fast as the useless thing will let him go. He doesn't mean to freeze in the doorway, but just the sight of them is enough to make him stop in his tracks. How long has it been since he last saw any of them? Over a year, he thinks, and even then it had only been a glimpse of Tommy across a body-filled field. He'd never even known if any of them were still alive, or uninjured, but apparently god had given them a break, because they look whole, in body if not in spirit.

Arthur reaches him first, grabbing him by the shoulder and dragging him into a hug, rough in his movements and relief floods through him at the feel of his little brother in his arms again. It takes less than a second for John to drop his bag to the floor with a loud thump and join them, tangled together in the doorway in a mess of limbs and talking over the top of each other, tears going ignored on their faces. It doesn't go unnoticed, that Tommy stays where he is, unmoving, and Jack isn't surprised. A far cry from the boy he remembers, Tommy looks like something has hollowed him out from the inside, stolen away all his livelihood. It doesn't stop Jack from gently pulling himself away from John and Arthur and walking over to him.

"You still haven't hit that growth spurt yet," he says, because everything he wants to say is locked inside his throat and he can't make himself say them. "Still short, Tom." That gets him a twitch of the lips, barely a smile but it's enough, and when he pulls Tommy into a tight hug he's reminded of when they were younger and he'd hold all three of them and Ada close in the darkness of his bedroom, murmuring to them about whatever came to mind in an attempt to drown out the sound of their father in the kitchen below, violent in his drunkenness.

"You're home now," he says, into the side of Tommy's head, still unable to resist pressing a quick kiss there, like he used to when Tommy was just a boy. Between the two of them, he and Polly had practically raised the boys, and he doesn't think he'll ever stop thinking of them as his sons, in a way. It was his hard work and care that turned them into the men they are, not his father's. "You're safe, it's alright, I've got you." It takes a few moments, but eventually Tommy relaxes into his hold and returns the hug, grabbing him around the middle with hands curling tight into his shirt, grabbing at him with a desperation that he hasn't seen in Tommy since that day years ago when he'd finally admitted to Jack that he likes men as well as women, and when he feels tears soaking into his shoulder he doesn't comment on it, or the shaking shoulders underneath his hands. "I've got you. Nothing's going to hurt you while I'm around."

[simp4cas]

It Was Never Us

Dean Winchester × Reader

Chapter 0 | Prologue

Characters: Dean Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Charlie Bradbury and some dick angels :)

Summary: Dean visits the Acopalyptic Universe in search of Mary and Jack with Arthur Ketch. There he sees someone he hadn't seen in more than seven years.

Warning: Death

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Credit to @talesmaniac89 for this cool anti possession text divider

Dean walks ahead of Ketch, ducking under the dead branches of trees and plants as he passes under the bridge, the stream beside him flowing quietly. Apocalyptic world was definitely no party- there was hardly anyone there and it gave him an odd feeling. He sighs at the decayed body tied to a tree with barbed wires, the rotting smell invading his lungs. This world wasn't as dark as his nightmares but it was scary enough.

The Winchester looks sideways at Ketch, already wishing Sam, his brother was here with him. Especially since Ketch was wearing a black tactical suit that made him look like an idiot.

"Well, this is quite the vacation spot, isn't it?" Ketch says and walks up to stand beside Dean as the two of them looked at the expanse of the forest before them, not knowing the way around the world. They didn't know where to go- Dean was hoping they would have seen someone- anyone to ask for help but it was barren.

"Yeah, if you had your heart set on Mai Tais, well," Dean pauses, taking a breath, "sorry." He turns to Ketch. He freezes for a second when he sees a few people walking on the bridge.

"Is this everyone?" The leader asks and another man answers with a, "Yes, commander."

"For high crimes for fermenting rebellion against the archangel, Micheal, these humans shall be executed."

Behind a few men dressed in camo, there were four people with black woolen cloths pulled over their heads and shackles around their wrists. "Down, down. Get down," Dean whispers and pushes Ketch back, them both hiding behind some dead bushes. He looks back up, noticing that each hostage had a man dressed in camo holding their arm. Finally, they come to a stop in the middle of the bridge and stop, the hostages forming a line in front of who seemed the leader of the men.

Angels. Obviously, it would be those dicks. The angel who looked like the 'commander's' assistant, walks towards one of the people.

Since the woman who's bag had been pulled off her head was standing the furthest from where Dean was, he could only see above her shoulders through the railings of the bridge. It was enough to see the angel place his hand on her forehead and burn her eyeballs out.

The woman's shouts makes something click inside Dean and he moves to stand up from his kneeling position and to open up the duffel bag at his side to get his angel killing bullets out. "Freakin' angels," Dean grits out. He had come to this world before but didn't think things would be that...bad.

But executions like these? He wondered what else angels- Micheal had done to them. Ketch's hand flies to Dean's arm, pulling the Winchester back down and shaking his head he says slowly, "Not. Smart." Gritting his teeth, Dean looks back up, his hands aching to kill the angels.

Another person's bag was pulled off and he was dead in a matter of seconds. There were only two left on the bridge now. Both women by the looks of it. The angel moves to the second last person, pulling off her bag too.

"No," Dean mutters, taking in the red hair, the cheekbones. It couldn't be. Dean looks on with wide eyes and heart thumping in his chest as the leader angel stops the other one from killing her. "Charlie?" Dean asks to no one in particular.

"I know you," the leader angel says, taking a step forward towards Charlie. "You're not the usual human scout."

Human scout?

"Not the sickest hookup line, Captain Charm," Charlie says back loud enough for Dean to hear. He could see the small smile playing on her lips.

"You're with the Resistance," the angel remarks again, enunciating his words carefully. "Inner circle." The angel turns back to look at his second-in-command, only removing his eyes off Charlie for two seconds. "She's met with the Nephilim and the other worlder- Mary."

Oh shit. She met with them. For some reason, Dean's heart soared with the words- maybe cause it meant that Mary and Jack were safe and alive.

"Micheal will want her at the Northern Camp for interrogation."

"Champ, when the Resistance crushes you, I'm gonna be there to shred your feathers and grind them into dust," Charlie grits out and Dean notices the woman standing next to her struggling with her shackles slightly before the angel lunges forward and chokes the red-head. Dean gnashes his teeth together, trying to get up again and make that son of a bitch regret touching Charlie when Ketch pulls Dean down again and says his name to him in a warning tone.

"Looking forward to it," the angel replies and looks to the last hostage on the bridge before turning to one of the angels standing behind her and saying, "Kill her." With that, he and a few more left with Charlie, leaving behind only the last woman and an angel. Dean needed to save Charlie. He would save her this time. But he also had to save the woman on the bridge.

The dark-skinned angel pulls the bag off the woman's head and Dean's heart stops. The whole world seemed to stop as he took in who was standing there. Someone he hadn't seen in more than seven years. "Y/n?"

"Do you know everyone here?" Ketch whispers irritatedly but Dean ignores him. He takes another breath in.

"He's going to kill her," Dean grits out and this time, Ketch doesn't stop him from getting his gun out and standing up.

"Hey, I'm part of the Resistance too," Y/n says, taunting a reaction from the angel with his hand a few inches from her forehead. "Inner circle." Dean took a step forward, not wanting to let the angel know he was there but to get close enough to get a clean shot at the man and not at Y/n.

The angel didn't react- didn't have a chance to before Dean shouted, "Y/n! Duck!" Not even questioning it, Y/n drops to the ground, as if she knew someone was going to save her- shout those words.

Three bullet shots echo in the air, the loud bang making Dean's ears ring slightly. He sees the angel fall down and without waiting for Ketch or turning back to get his duffel bag, he ran. He ran, clawing the barks of trees to run up the steep slope to get to the bridge. If it was actually Y/n who he saw then...

Taking a deep breath, he takes a step forward onto the concrete bridge, steps faltering when he sees Y/n standing up, the chains on her arms restricting her movement. She immediately spots him standing there and takes a step back from him. Dean knew his mouth was hanging. He knew it yet he didn't close it. He knew his eyes were widened yet he made no move to narrow them. He didn't know what to do except for looking stupidly at her. A part of him frowned at how she didn't say his name in the way he loved, soft, and happily. But she didn't know him. Didn't know about them. How they were before...

Meanwhile, Y/n was assessing the situation. She looked between the gun in the man's hand and the dead angel's body sprawled on the bridge along with the other two people. "Who are you?" she finally asked, taking a deep breath when she realized that the man had saved her. But the way he was looking at her made her uncomfortable and she took a small step back, suddenly feeling weak and vulnerable with no weapons and handcuffs on her wrists.

"My name is Arthur Ketch." Dean turns back, breaking away from his trance to see the ex British Man of Letters walking towards them, hands up to show he had no weapons. Dean turns back to Y/n, frowning when he sees she was standing further away from them, face showing fear but her posture straight and almost dominating. "Do excuse my friend," Ketch resumes, helping Dean since he'd forgotten how to speak. "His name is Dean Winchester. Gets quite shy around women," Ketch sighs and Dean rolls his eyes, not bothering to turn back and give him his bitch face.

Y/n glances warily between them, taking another step back when Dean steps forward. She wasn't completely facing them as she took a defensive stance. Knees bend slightly, feet firmly planted in the ground. He widens his eyes, forgetting that she didn't know him. She looked the same as she did all those years ago. The way dug her nails into her palm to calm herself down- as she or Dean's Y/n had. Her lips were parted as she breathed out, eyeing the Winchester.

"Let us help you," Dean says, turning his lips into a small smile to show her she could trust him. She looked frightened though, like prey surrounded by predators.

"Help with what?" She asks and her voice was strong and loud, her eyes slyly looking to the side towards the forest behind her.

"We'll help you save Charlie," Dean answers with no hesitation.

"Dean-" Ketch starts off but Dean puts his hand up to stop him from speaking. He looked as Y/n's eyes widened and she frowned. That meant that she knew Charlie- might've been friends with her too.

"How do you know her?" Y/n asks, taking another small step back.

"We know you too," Dean says before thinking, wincing inwardly when Y/n's eyes narrow. "Y/n Y/l/n. Your parents were Y/m/n and Y/d/n Y/l/n."

Y/n blinks several times but Dean still saw them shining. She licked her lips- once, twice. He wanted to take a step forward and hug her but the situation was to delicate to pull stunts like that. Finally, after what felt like forever to Dean's thundering heart, Y/n meets his eyes, distrust and vulnerability flashing in them.

"How?" It was all she asked, her voice breaking slightly. It was just one word but Dean knew what she meant.

The Winchester turned back to face Ketch for a second before looking back at Y/n, not knowing where to start.

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[timetakeover]

@grottydowner

"Your brother sent me. Arthur. He promised he'd always protect you, didn't he?"

With Time Lords, there is always history. The Master's includes a chapter on Arthur Hastings. It was never supposed to get so serious. He was only a human, a particularly cute human, that Missy picked up along the way on her travels. Oh, was he fun to have around, all long legs and strong jawline.

The downside was his past. She doesn't know how she got sucked into his human problems. Maybe it was the fact that, without closure, he would get all weepy sometimes. Solve the problem and he'll be more fun to have around, she thought. He had a brother that he'd grown up with; they were separated as children, back in the 40's. He was sent to Germany, a casualty of the war. Imprisoned. Dead by the time Missy and Arthur were able to investigate.

"Your brother loves you very much, Percy. He went to the ends of the Earth to get me here, undercover. All for you."

But, Missy investigated in the 1960's, where she'd found Arthur. The Master, a lifetime later, was callously abandoned in the 1940's. Arthur was the farthest thing from his mind. Until, of course… He heard that name. Percy Hastings.

He knows, lifetimes ago, he would've stayed out of it. But, it makes his own regrets echo loud in his mind. The Doctor, dying alone on that Mondasian colony ship, thinking Missy had abandoned him at her own convenience, that she'd never cared to begin with. Percy, dying in a German prison, thinking the same of Arthur. It makes his skin crawl. They tried so hard. He can't bring himself to stay out of it.

Percy dies anyway. It's not like the Master had any real power over it. But, he died knowing he meant something to someone; more than the Master can say about his own many deaths.

The years continue to pass. The 40's turn into the 50's turn into the 60's, all the while Arthur fresh in his mind. He doesn't want to make things confusing. Humans don't do well when the timelines start criss crossing. He waits through the years that Arthur spent alongside Missy, through her execution, through her request that the Doctor go to her TARDIS, where her companion awaited her return, and drop him off somewhere safe on Earth.

The Doctor told her where he was leaving him. She didn't think it was information she would ever need to use. At first, as the 60's come, he still isn't sure that he wants to use it. He waits. Months after the date the Doctor claimed to have left him. But, inevitably, he gives in to the allure of a friendly face.

He tracks Arthur down, easy as expected, just outside Arthur's new home. It would probably go smoothest with a little explanation first. Oh, well. The excitement of seeing an old friend is too much to resist.

"Arthur!" He exclaims, grabbing him around the waist in a hug that lifts the lanky man right off the ground. Even here, trapped on Earth, the Master smells of expensive cologne.