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mxnrly · 4 years ago

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the red house, changkyun

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slight nsfw, thriller !

I wrote this like a year ago, when this song came out and I fell in love with the mv and the lyrics. If you want to see what the song is, here it is. Either way, I'm editing this at 2 am because I felt the need of posting it. I originally wrote this in spanish and it really took me a while sjdjs I hope you like it tho!

tw: not too explicit nsfw, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamic (both are switches, y’all see), pet name, mentions of blood.

wc: 6.8k

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An idiot.

That's what I liked to call the kid who lived across the street. An undoubtedly attractive boy. Gorgeous and with a sensual aura like no other. He had an attractive look, and his presence was always full of mystery. He looked like a demon brought from hell, always wearing those dark denim pants that stuck to his legs, a white long-sleeved shirt and a leather jacket set with the logo of a serpent crossed with two swords.

His hair was always messy, because it was straight and he used to run his hand through it at all times. Not that I was constantly looking at him but, it was a twitch I had gotten used to seeing since I had known him.

The boy had been my neighbor for two years now, and every Saturday it was the same, he would leave the house and not come back until the next day. Whenever I told my best friend about him leaving, he told me to just stay away from him, that if I really wanted to keep his trust I should just forget about that boy and move on with my life. But, it was so easy to say or think about it, but not do it. Somehow, being neighbors was making my life difficult because now it seemed that my walls wanted to know about him too and they were getting thinner so that I could hear from when he was leaving until when he arrived.

My best friend's older brother, Jooheon, was the neighbor's best friend. I knew this because I had already seen him in front of the boy's door with his car, a black '69 GTO convertible and a beer in his hand. The two of them got along great because every day since I lived there, they always went out at the same time, no matter what.

That night I was partying with my best friend and a girl with whom I had started to form a friendship because she was in the art department, although she was just a year younger than us.

“You're crazy if you think we're going to let you go.” And there I was, another Saturday night wanting to go wherever my neighbors were.

“I see you've been very interested in him for a long time, what do you think they are doing?” asked the girl while Jooheon and the idiot went inside their house.

“I really don't know, but since he came to this place I want-”

“You want nothing, God, stop making her get any ideas." scolded the boy to the other girl.

The room suddenly became silent, and then somehow, I started to feel my throat and stomach warm. “I don't understand why you don't want me to go.”

“We've talked about this a million times. I'm just protecting you.”

“But from what? I won't know if you don't let me come closer.” My voice was getting louder and louder until it exploded. “You won't let me get close but I know you're as curious as I am, Jooheon is your brother!”

“Jooheon comes back every morning smelling of alcohol and cheap women's perfume. There are always cigarettes in his car and I've found underwear in the glove compartment, do you really want to continue with that curiosity? I don't know exactly what those two do but, believe me, they don't go to a lake to drink and have fun, they have their plans, do strange things and then come back as if nothing had happened.”

“Didn't you try to tell your mother?" asked the younger girl, suddenly causing the boy to deny instantly.

“One of the rules Heon gave me was that I had to keep silence, first of all if, I wanted to continue living with him. Until I'm legal, I can't buy an apartment on my own." he said with a shrug.

Silence reigned again somehow. There was only the faint music of an American artist whom we did not really know.

Staying out until the morning, I can hear the door.

I can smell all the whiskey and the smoke on your breath.

A chill ran down my back and I sighed. “I'm sleepy guys, the day was really exhausting from the beginning and we have a test on Monday so I want to take tomorrow off at dawn to study." I said faster than I planned.

Because tonight, sleep was the last thing in my plans.

Once they had left my house, I went to my room to change my clothes. I put on something comfortable to keep up with them. With my shoes on, I left my house taking my car keys. The boys were leaving the house so I had to hide quickly behind the vehicle. I felt the heaviness in my chest from doing something against my morals.

The sound of the GTO engine took me out of my thoughts. They came quietly out of the parking lot, giving me time to get into my car and start it. My heart started pounding but I stayed focused and started following the boys' car with some distance. They were getting further and further away from the circle of places I knew, but my curiosity seemed to dominate at this point over reason. I knew that was a bad sign, but I had gone far enough to take it back.

The car quickly drove off the road into some black buildings. Now, I knew that if I followed them in there I would look very obvious, so I drove past the place and saw that there was no way out. They were parked in front of a wall that was purple because of the neon light up there. Debating whether to go or not, I finally turned off the vehicle and started getting out of it.

I walked to the large green door which was lit by the purple light, noticing that, from the wall, a strange vibration could be felt. Music. That's all it could be.

I opened the door and instantly smelled the stench of nicotine and liquor. There was a certain mixture of lotions and perfumes that made everything more intense. The door closed behind me, making me shudder. Hell, I wanted to go home.

Resigned, I began to walk around the place watching my feet because there seemed to be unevenness everywhere. The place was painted red, although it was because of the coloured lights on the sides of different walls. Red was the only thing you saw, everything was tinted and it seemed to be a much scarier place than it really was.

I took the first glass I saw, smelling the strong smell of tequila and mint. I grimaced a little and took a sip, as I put it back in its place again. I couldn't see the boys anywhere and that was starting to scare me. What if they were somewhere else and had deceived me?

I was overthinking the situation, when I felt a strong pull on my arm. Someone had taken me in a very firm manner. Before I could protest, the person who had alienated me showed his face.

And I saw him. I was dazed at seeing his face tinted by the red lights.

“I told you not to come, why don't you ever listen to me?” my best friend, the one who always prohibited me to come to where his brother was, asked almost above the level of the music. My mind was beginning to wander, but I held on.

“What do you mean, don't come? You had told me that you had no idea what they were doing, and now it turns out that you are one of them?”

The boy rubbed his face lightly and took me by the shoulders. “You're crazy, they're going to kill you. Get out of here, now.”

That made my world stop. Kill?

“What are you saying?” But before he could even answer, the light went out making the music go away, causing all the people to scream. Several people beside me ran past, knocking me to the ground, and I feared the worst.

I squatted in fear without really knowing what to do, when I suddenly stopped and hit someone running in my direction. I felt a camera flash in my face and my stomach turned over. The flash went off leaving me stunned. The person took my hand and started running towards what appeared to be the other side of the room, opposite the direction of where the exit door was. Suddenly the screaming stopped and the door lock was heard being set. My legs shook and I swallowed hard. I didn't know anything about self-defense, so I thought about the only thing I was supposed to protect myself and that was my car keys. I grabbed, with each key I had between my fingers, making a fist with spikes in case this person got too far.

Then the light came, but not the artificial light. A natural light. A candle.

I looked at the back of the person who had lit the device, noticing a snake on his back. Oh God.

“You're lucky I brought you this far. People usually die in the state you were in, not to mention that it's your first time in the red house.”

My mind was spinning. Death? Red house?

“I'm sorry, I…”

“I know you don't understand anything, you don't have to worry, (Y/N). Things are simple…”

“Wait wait, how do you know my name?”

The boy smiled, but only because he didn't answer my question. “I am Changkyun, so we are even.”

A small silence formed. There were hasty footsteps on the other side of the door and desperate hands trying to find a room, I supposed.

“Quiet," he said, "no one is going to come in, but they can’t know that we’re here.”

“So, are you going to explain to me what this is all about?” I asked, anxiety in my voice.

“Listen, this place isn't for people like you," he said with a dark look in his eye. “Every Saturday there is a massive party where people come to play something like hide and seek," he said with a touch of mockery, but there was more to his voice than that. “There are people who are the "seekers", those who look for people to catch them, when the lights go out, people have ten minutes to run and hide without being able to leave the place, and when those ten minutes are over…”

A loud noise that made the whole building rumble was heard loud and clear. Changkyun smiled and looked at me. “It is time to play.”

The boy reached inside his jacket and looked at me before taking the goatee. “Don't leave here until I come back for you. Don't open the door for anyone, understand?”

My nod did not reach his eyes for he had already left the room and locked it again before closing the door behind him. I turned around to look around, finding a couch that looked warm, a rug in the middle of the room, and a mini-bar. I didn't want to wonder what the room was for because there were other strange surfaces.

I sighed as I sat on the couch with the candle in my hand. The idiot was into this kind of game, but I still didn't understand enough, what did he mean when he said it was time to play? The idea that this was a deadly game haunted me, but it couldn't be that murky. I unconsciously denied it by huddling more in my place. A few screams were heard outside the room, causing me to shiver. Good Lord, what was all that about?

I couldn't just stand here, what if I'd just been set up? Yes! That had to be it.

I approached the door slowly, removing the latch and preparing to leave when I felt the door open from the outside. It was Changkyun rushing in, panting without facing me. I looked at his back with curiosity, without blowing out the candle, he turned to see me. I could see the drops of what appeared to be blood on his shirt and face.

My body froze.

"Run"

My movements went faster than I thought trying to go around him to escape through the door that was still open, however a gust of wind hit my face when I noticed the door closing with twice the speed I was going. I closed my eyes in fear and lowered my head. Was I really going to die now?

“Raise your head, we must get out of here," he said, puzzling me.

“Aren’t you gonna kill me?” I asked, but he didn't answer. He walked past me and opened the only window in the room wide, tore the spring and squatted on the frame. And out of nowhere, I lost sight of him.

I screamed as I saw him fall. Rushing to the frame, I saw him standing in the grass on that side of the place. I wondered how come we were on the second floor if, in my memory, I hadn't walked up the stairs.

“Jump!” He shouted from below, showing his arms in front of him.

“You're crazy!” I shouted in annoyance looking behind me. There was no way he could make me jump.

“They're going to kill you. Come here.”

“How do I know you won't kill me?” I asked, scared, my throat tightening. I looked at the free fall I would have and felt the air get stuck in my chest.

”We'll go home, I promise, I'll tell you everything, but please come with me," he begged, and it was the first time I'd seen him this worried. He always used to look relaxed and without any worry in him, but the reality just now was different.

My shoulders fell in place. I would die anyway. The screams kept coming from the door, when it suddenly opened. The latch had never been set and now it was just me and death. I looked over my shoulder, noticing a figure approaching.

“Please!" was the last thing I heard before I fell freely through the door frame.

And everything went black.

A severe headache was constantly poking at my head. The back of my eyes hurt, as if I had been looking at the artificial light for a long time. I was cold and somehow I could think it was midnight. Hearing noise in the distance, I sat down where I had been lying. It was my living room, but there was someone else. My heartbeat quickly started to increase when I remembered a little of what had happened.

“You woke up. Here, I made you some tea, but I'm not good at anything that has to do with cooking so I don't think it tastes like anything," said the idiot, suddenly appearing with a half smile, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort.

I tasted it and indeed, it tasted like nothing but bitter water, but I didn't tell him. I just took a deep breath and looked at it. He was looking at me so intently that I almost forgot what had happened. The stains on his shirt gave him away and he wasn't wearing his jacket.

“What happened," I asked, holding the cup in both hands so that he could give me some warmth. Changkyun sighed and sat down beside me. “You fainted, I think from the fright and the mixed emotions. I had no car, so I went through your pockets and found your keys and brought us home.”

Listening at his statement, I took a look outside my house seeing the car perfectly parked in the driveway. “Did you put your hands in my pants?” I asked with a scowl.

The boy instantly raised his hands in fright. “No, the keys were in your sweatshirt," he said, clearing his throat after that. “I'm sorry you were there, you really can't go back…”

“I want to know everything about that place, though…” Changkyun looked at me with doubt, and I put the cup down on the small coffee table. “You said you would explain everything if I threw myself out of the window, and here we are so start talking.”

“Well,” he was a bit quiet after that, as if trying to find the right words. “every Saturday there's a massive party at that place. Everyone knows about that party because of its high class alcohol and good vibes, but everything has its price. When it's eleven o'clock, the lights go out and people have to hide, of course, the ones who know what the game is about, the ones who don't, just run around senselessly. You have ten minutes to hide wherever you want in the house and when those ten minutes are up, the seekers come out to have some fun. What we call, "the wolf." Have you ever heard the nursery rhyme of, "We'll play in the forest while the wolf is away? Well, that's what it's about. They go out at ten past eleven to kill anyone they can get their hands on, lights out. When another ten minutes go by, the lights come back on and the party's over.”

My surprised face seemed to alarm him as he got nervous and looked down. “Once you enter the red house parties, you can't stop attending, because after that day, they know all about you and will do his best to see you die. The red house is a secret, no one should tell the police, and there has to be a winner. One that's left alive among all of us…”

“Then you and Jooheon…”

“Yes, he and I went into those parties three years ago, but after the first one we were as scared as anyone else. We left intact and tried to just forget about it and move on with our lives, but the seekers were smarter. They started sending us letters threatening to come back or kill anyone we came in contact with. We tried to move but nothing worked, so... We had no choice but to play the game.”

“But why are you the one who's full of blood? I could bet you're carrying a knife in your jacket right now.” I accused him, staring at his stained shirt.

“I'm carrying a knife because we've formed a clan. We're seven people from different places and ages who are willing to kill the seekers to end this nonsense, but... They have lots of henchmen, too, and every Saturday it seems to get harder.”

I looked at the clock on the wall in front of us striking twelve in the morning. I felt somehow agitated and helpless. “Jooheon’s little brother told me that you were beginning to be interested in going to the parties, but he never let you because we knew what you would be exposed to. He is an ally, not a member of the clan, but because of Jooheon he ended up in trouble. You were really warned, you have to run away, or dig a hole and stay there…’

‘What if I fight with you?’ I said but I felt I should have kept quiet. His gaze became darker as his breathing became heavier.

“I would never let you expose yourself to that, you are crazy.” His tone was so authoritative that I did not know whether I wanted to challenge him or obey his order.

“Listen, you said that somehow the seekers know who you are. Before I jumped out the window a man saw me, they know who I am already... I might as well die so let me fight for my life.”

“I can't let those bastards hurt you.” his voice seemed to get deeper as time went by. “I won't let them touch a single strand of your hair.”.

His attitude took me by surprise. “Changkyun…” I tried to negotiate with him, come to an agreement.

My voice was interrupted as I was whipped on my back, with both of his hands around my wrists pinching any possible movement. I had him so close, God. He smelled of pure masculinity... of heavy, dark perfume mixed with sweat. I inhaled without wanting to look too harassing, but it was impossible to go unnoticed by the boy's eyes, who smiled so charmingly.

“You are not going to die... Not tonight, not ever," he whispered close to my lips. I stuck out my tongue as a reflection and that drew the boy's gaze upon me. His eyes connected with mine, directing them a few milliseconds to my lips and back to my eyes, as if to say let me kiss you.

I inhaled hard again filling my lungs with his scent, starting to feel the weight of his lips on mine. I closed my eyes on contact and I could swear I had tasted an aphrodisiac. The texture was so similar to silk but the depth with which he took me was so mesmerizing that my brain threatened to fade again. I opened my eyes, noticing her eyelashes lying so thinly on his cheeks, which were slightly flushed. His black bangs tickled my eyebrows because of the closeness. Slowly he let go of my wrists, giving me way to touching his shoulders and running my arms around his neck, as I felt his muscles contracting. One of his hands went down to my waist in circles, while the other remained steady on my cheek, not letting its weight fall entirely.

His back muscles tensed and relaxed as my tongue gently traced his lower lip, seeking to deepen the kiss. Changkyun gladly agreed to begin a delightful dance, each taking his time to delve into the other's body. Changkyun pressed his body against mine, causing me to gasp, which separated me from the kiss, causing us to open our eyes to see each other. His lips were tinged with a light and beautiful red, while I happened to notice a glint above his left eye. I reached out with one hand to clear his bangs and found a striking detail on eyebrow. A captivating perching that lit a flame inside me.

I brought him back to my lips and we enjoyed each other's company all night long. Maybe this game thing could be a reason to see each other more often.

I woke up in my room, in a horrible heat. My neck and back were sweating, which made me instantly sick. It was 7:00 in the morning and it was already so damn hot. I took a shower and went into the living room to find Changkyun's body lying on the couch. His jacket was on one of the kitchen chairs, so I went over to check it out. I reached into the first pocket, instantly pulling out the knife I knew he was carrying. It was partially covered in blood. Feeling an electric shock down my spine, I couldn't help but sigh deeply. At any rate, Changkyun was the good guy, right?

I found his cell phone, but I felt his stare on the side of my head. I turned around to see that Changkyun had woken up but not only that, he was looking directly at me.

“Are you looking for something that proves the opposite of what I showed you yesterday?”

“I am.” I said, nodding.

“Damn it, I thought everything was all right," he said in a hoarse voice, snatching his cell phone from me.

I frowned and shrugged. “You always have to be careful.”

That seemed to insult him as he looked at me skeptically. Not giving a second glance at him, I headed to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice. The boy quickly went to the refrigerator to pour himself the same drink. I noticed the smell of last night with more intensity and turned around to see it. He wasn't wearing a shirt.

The liquid froze in my throat making me feel the sudden acidity, causing my body to cough slightly. The image that I had in my kitchen was worthy of admiration but I simply could not stand it at seven in the morning. Changkyun laughed and tapped my back.

“I'm sorry to surprise you, it's just that it's hot," he said as if it were the most normal thing to do. My eyes rolled back in their narcissism and I headed for my living room.

“Don't you want to take a shower?”

The boy moved his eyebrows suggestively. “Do you want to see me all wet and naked?”

My face turned a deep red and I had to refrain from throwing the remaining juice in the glass. “At your house, you idiot.”

“Yes, try to fix your horniness.” He said, taking his clothes. “I'll be back in a minute, princess.”

I fake gagged at the pet name and rolled my eyes. He put his shirt back on and left my house giving me time to breathe. God, couldn't I be in the same place as him for one more minute without thinking about indecent things?

After a few minutes of searching for something to watch on netflix, I settled down on my couch when the doorbell rang.

“It's still open.” I yelled because I assumed it was Kyun, but no one came in. Strange. I got up from my place opening the door, finding Jooheon’s brother.

“Can I come in?" he asked hesitantly. I looked at him in surprise, and without saying anything to him, I moved away from the door to let him in. “I only came to apologize for having lied to you about not knowing anything. I also came to see if you were all right.” His look never connected with mine, which bothered me to some extent. I crossed my arms and looked at him.

“I don't understand why you did it, but I guess it doesn't matter now, it just matters to get out of that silly game.”

“Did Changkyun explain everything to you?” I nodded and cleared my throat.

“Yes, he brought me home.”

He played with his hands and reached into his jacket bag. Taking out a small envelope, he gave it to me. “Don't trust anyone.” He whispered before he left, making me scoff. Yeah right, look who says that.

Once the boy left my house, I took the envelope in both hands and sighed. There was no sign of Changkyun returning from his home, so I tore the white envelope and found a half-wrinkled note with somewhat illegible handwriting, but which clearly said, "Welcome to the game.” with my name in the bottom right corner. There was an extra note that made my heart start beating fast. I was beginning to think that my best friend, if I could still call him that, had more ideas about the game than others might have. I shook my head and sighed, I couldn't do that to Changkyun and Jooheon, they had somehow kept an eye on me all this time.

The doorbell of my house rang, making me shudder, to quickly put the letter in the first drawer I saw. I took three deep breaths and then approached the door. I opened it to find the boy with a purple hoodie and a gray pantsuit. I smiled at him as calmly as possible and invited him in.

Saturday again. I had contacted my best friend several times after that letter. He assured me that he did not know absolutely about its contents but I knew that he was lying to me. Now he would take me to the building, winning over Changkyun whom I had to refuse the offer.

Speaking of Changkyun, we had both had meetings at the other's house, more casual than I would have thought. He rarely went over the line and always used to make the times much more comfortable. We had not reached the stage where we had gone to bed for any purpose other than sleep, and somehow he felt that he was waiting for something.

At ten o'clock, the car parked in front of my house. I was just about to leave when I noticed my best friend coming into my house at a fast pace with a box in his hands. He scanned my body, noticing my red satin dress and my silver heels. He smiled and took my hand.

“I think I have something for you," he said, pulling out a black dress that was supposed to be attached to my body, halfway up my thigh and angel wings of the same color. I looked at him skeptically and he laughed. “Come on, it's part of the deal if you want to come to the party after all, and I know Changkyun will not resist you with this on.”

I took the garment in my hands and took a big breath of air. Would he really?

I didn't think about it anymore. Going to my room and putting on my clothes. A chill ran down my back but I did not let the feeling of fear win over me, just taking a couple of deep breaths before returning to the room where my friend was sitting on the couch with his cell phone in his hands. When he saw me, he smiled broadly and took my hand to walk on my feet. “Damn, you look beautiful. Let’s go now, there’s a boy you must conquer tonight.”

That night I felt that I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life but at the same time I thought… Do I really have to do this to come out alive? Could the game end after all?

We entered the building. The walls were moving at the sound of the song playing currently...

My breath got stuck in my throat when I located the boy I was there for. Changkyun saw me with such a penetrating and seductive look. He was wearing leather jeans alongside a short-sleeved satin shirt with different colored patterns, purple, blue, yellow and red. There was a chain on his pants and from his neck fell a necklace of what appeared to be a gold chain. His hair was disheveled, although it had a specific direction and that was his right, raised slightly upwards allowing me to see his forehead and his piercing to perfection. As we connected glances, he smiled openly at me. My throat closed for a moment, leaving me breathless, but I managed to look normal to his scrutinizing gaze.

Apologize, never apologize

You hate the way I lie

So here you go, I'm being honest

“Hey, are you a fallen angel?" he asked, touching his fingertips to the wings tied behind my back. I smiled and denied that question.

“No, I only came to find a demon with which to play tricks in this destroyed world." I said, approaching him tentatively. At my boldness, I noticed how his gaze darkened a little.

“Then it's your lucky day, because I'll be the one to deny you entry to heaven, honey.”

Narcissist, come on, give us a kiss

Let's have some fun with it

It's kinda sweet...

Both of us, with the look of some children with a new toy, starting to head for the same place. It was still early, so the seekers and his henchmen didn't worry us at all. Once inside the room we had been in a week ago, Changkyun locked the door, his back at me. At the sight of his legs inside those leather pants, I couldn’t help but bite my lower lip. Thoughts of impurity began to tingle in my mind, causing my temperature to rise constantly.

Once the boy began to approach me, I felt that I still had a way out and that everything could change at any moment. That I still had time to take it back. But then he planted his lips on mine and all I could think about was "Shit."

The situation was getting deeper and more exciting. It tasted bitter, as if it had tasted blood itself before it kissed me. The slight taste of alcohol flooded my taste buds as his tongue investigated my palate. Our tongues brushed against each other, sending shivers down my spine. Jesus.

His scent was beginning to make me dizzy. Too manly and addictive, it made me want more, like nicotine straight into my bloodstream. I gasped for air, which the boy agreed to do by separating himself from me. In less time than I thought, my back was on the couch in the room, my eyes looking directly into his irises that I could hardly discern from the lack of light, since the only light there was the red LED light that was all over the building. His skin was slightly pinkish. His touch traced my figure in an exquisite manner, making me feel a warm path where he posed his fingertips.

Four in the morning, you're changing the locks

How could you do this to me?

I placed my hands around his neck and brought my lips close to his, nibbling on the soft, tender skin. His moles covered some extremities of his body provoking me to mark each and every one with marks that could become darker for the next morning. He was mine. Changkyun was mine for the night.

I only love you when you don't love me

Oh, baby, so, why do you love me?

His hands pulled the wings off my back in a slow and torturous manner causing the air to get stuck in my lungs with no escape. His lips went to my collarbones making me separate from him. His tongue began to trace the exposed skin smiling on the way. With his hands, he slipped the straps over my shoulders to drag the dress to my lower body. That's when I leaned on the bed with my feet pushing my hips up so he could finish pulling the garment out.

He smiled at the sight and stood on his knees on either side of my waist to remove his shirt. Every button he undoes means one more step towards one of my deepest fantasies. His torso was exposed, with only his chain resting lazily on his torso. His marked abdomen prompted me to run my tongue over it to taste his sweet flesh and be ecstatic about the ragweed.

I sat up on my elbows looking at the belt that clung to his pants, asking permission with my eyes to help him with that task. Changkyun took the hint and laid down beside me, letting out a gasp. I smiled as it dawned on me that we were at the edge of the cliff, but if it was with him, I would give it my all.

I sat on his lap, feeling his bulge against my core. I gasped at the sensation and made my way to unbuckle the black belt with the silver buckle. I removed the garment in two moves and now, I needed to unbutton his pants. I ran my tongue over my lower lip, directing my hands at a slow speed to tempt his patience, which did not seem to last long. The boy raised his hip to me, grunting underneath.

“What's the matter, kitty, do you want me to help you with your torturous pain?" I asked in a voice that was as if in velvet as I squeezed the right places to make him delirious. “Learn how to beg, darling.”

My index finger began to sway over the boy's covered member, which drove him crazy. He looked at me with his lust filled eyes. “Do it. Please.”

He mumbled that last word, more against his will. With a smile, I removed the button from his leather jeans, dragging the cloth down his thighs. Then I stared at his underwear with a hungry look. The boy noticed my glance and with one movement I was at his mercy again under his body.

“Well played, angel, but in this game you must learn who is in charge," his voice so damned hoarse made my body eager with the sound. The boy took off my bra with one hand, looking agitated. My head dropped back quickly at the sensations. My center began to vibrate with the music in the background.

Without being able to wait a second longer, he removed my underwear by tapping the middle finger of his left hand on my bundle of nerves.

“God..." I hissed at the feeling of that digit, groping on forbidden ground.

The boy smiled as he took off his only remaining cloth, positioning himself on me. We looked at each other for a minute. A long minute, where I could read his eyes. Pure, raw lust.

His member was slowly and pleasantly buried inside me. My hip was raised by the reflection, making me take a big breath of air. I was not a virgin but, it had been so long and the sensation was new and delirious.

“Welcome to hell, little angel," he whispered as he began his deep pounds on me. My face broke into pure moaning and unexplained sounds as I enjoyed the sensation produced by her touch.

The moment reached its peak, approaching with a great electric shock that ran from the tips of my feet to the surface of my head. We both came in unison, creating an exquisite harmony to the contrast of his deep voice and mine. Our gasping and gasping breaths spoke for themselves. Our glances spoke what our mouths couldn't. The connection we created in that instant was so strong and powerful that I thought it would fade. The red light around us fell in a minute, leaving us in darkness. The smell of liquor and sex surrounded us without shame.

In the face of that darkness. The boy came out of me causing one last tremor. And that was the sign. I crawled to my clothes strewn over the arms of the sofa, pulling a knife from the wings of my costume.

I'm fucking crazy, you're fucking crazy, we're all fucking crazy;

I held my breath for a minute.

And then, exhaled hard.

I couldn't see anything at all, and that made everything strangely interesting. I gasped away, crawling to the edge of the sofa where the light was slightly off. And then I saw him.

I noticed how his skin glowed with sweat and his eyes darkened. The light coming in from the window helped me to identify his eyes. His torso was still naked but the bottom was on the dark side of the sofa.

“Pity angel, you decided to be seduced by the ideas of living in a world of lies.”

I drew my knife dangerously close to his naked abdomen. His breathing became faster and his heart began to beat erratically. The metal device I held in my hands began to trace his chest slowly, delineating his skin, his outline. The boy looked at me, some kind of mix between horror and pleasure on his features. Happy in how the game had turned out, I took his jaw with my free hand looking directly at him. A smile spread across my face and I instantly noticed the boy's eyes opening wide, looking up at me, like begging for mercy.

I began to apply more pressure on his chest by opening a slight cut. The air got stuck in my throat, forcing me to continue.

“Only then will we set you free. Kill the leader of the snake clan. Kill Changkyun. It's an easy job, don't you think?"

I closed my eyes trying to make the seekers boss' voice disappear from my ears. My jaw clenched tightly as I struggled with my subconscious about the real right decision.

“Please...” his voice came out in a thread of voice as I felt the burning in his chest, but maybe not because of the physical wound but because of the wound in his heart.

“Oh no," I said with a smile, denying in the process. “No. Your glory days are over, kitty.” I took the impulse, and then, to add more drama to the matter, I asked. “Your last words, Changkyun?

Great was my surprise to see him looking much darker than ever before. With a confused look on my part, I heard him say. “Do you know what they say at the end of every game?”

I jumped up and down as I felt his hand grab my wrist. He dropped me on the arm of the sofa using my own hand, now in the opposite direction, showing the edge to me. With a serious and firm look, he approached my ear whispering the words that were about to dictate my death.

“I knew you wouldn’t be brave enough. It’s time to say game over… (Y/N)”

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nitaescence · 5 years ago

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ix. strain

genre : DDLG!au word count : 5.4k warnings — little space, pet names, Jungkook’s head over heels, dry humping, hand job, oral sex (giving/receiving), overstimulation, squirting, things get angsty between the boys a/n : one part left ✌

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You watched Taehyung closing his suitcase with a heavy heart.

He got ready all day to depart and join his family for Christmas holidays. You tried not to look so down.

You totally understood them wanting to spend some time with their own but you couldn’t shake the sad feeling overwhelming you when you knew you wouldn’t get that chance.

Taehyung offered to take you back to the headquarters on his way to the airport but Jungkook had interjected quite abruptly saying he would take care of it.

The time to leave came and Taehyung hugged you, making sure to let you know he would miss you and that he couldn’t wait to see you again.

You could sense his deep bonding with his family. It meant a lot to him and he was excited at the thought of seeing them again.

He kissed you softly and gently, calming a little the bittersweet feeling that had settled in your heart. The goodbyes between him and Jungkook were quicker and less warm.

“What are you doing?” Inquired Jungkook after he spotted you dragging something in his room.

“ge’ ready.” You smiled with a small pout as you dragged your blankie inside your bag.

“So you’re going back?”

You looked down and shrugged.

Spending Christmas anywhere else than at the headquarters would sound fun, not that you would be short of anything there but the boys’ company felt way better in comparison.

“What if I told you you don’t have to ?” He grinned after lying down on his bed.

You furrowed your brows, intrigued.

“no goin’ back ?” You repeated, bringing a finger to your lips.

“Hm-hm, I’ll be staying here.” Jungkook moved to rest his ching on his hands. “Y’wanna spend your holidays with me?”

You started to nod, still unsure whether he was serious about it or not.

“Yeah, baby? I’m not messin’ with you… I’m really staying.”

You were delighted, totally looking forward to the next days as you threw yourself on him and hugged his neck as tightly as you could.

Jungkook laughed, relieved. He didn’t feel bad anymore about not visiting his family. He would think of sending them a few messages and videos still.

“Whew… For a second, I was afraid you would reject me.”

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You discovered Jungkook had a lot planned for the two of you, as if he had organized those holidays a long while ago and was impatiently waiting to get to do it all with you.

When he shared his schedule, you couldn’t tell which one of you was the most excited.

Among all the places he had in mind, there was one in particular which earned your interest — the two day journey at Disneyland.

It was settled to happen the second week so you had to suck your excitement to yourself and you did well, although the thought only was able to put a big smile on your face.

The day finally came and you couldn’t keep your feelings to yourself and Jungkook was overjoyed seeing you like this.

He felt satisfied he was able to get you interested in all the different activities he suggested to you. He couldn’t believe you hadn’t been to Disneyland yet but felt enthralled at the thought of being the one making you discover it.

Once there, he never let you out of his sight. You didn’t make it difficult for him either by being glued to his side. Everything there impressed you, from the number of people present to the different animations offered there.

Your gloved hand didn’t let go of his, not even when you wanted to take pictures with the people wearing stunning disguises—

Jungkook motioned you so would stand beside Mickey but you whined and went to hold his other hand, overwhelmed by the cartoon character standing too closely.

He chuckled at you while you kept staring curiously at the famous character from the corner of your eye.

He circled your shoulder and pecked your temple. “Smile to the camera, babygirl.”

He then went on to buy yourselves two headbands and a cute yet prohibitively expensive necklace. He encouraged you to ride as many attractions as possible.

You made him feel warmer than he had ever been inside him and he couldn’t feel bad about that part thudding aloud within because of the fact that he had you to him alone.

He found you adorable in your ways of showing your amazement at your surroundings, wanting to make sure he knew just how much you were enjoying yourself and how much appreciative of him you felt, all bundled up in your winter clothing.

It didn’t prevent him from having naughty thoughts cross his mind every now and then and letting his hands roaming you although he tried his best to keep them to himself until you got back to your bedroom.

**************************************************************

Jungkook pushed the door open to let you in first. He helped you out of your thick jacket and as soon as you could move freely, you lunged over your new backpack filled with all the accessories he had bought you.

“_________, let’s shower first. Okay ?”

You pondered his suggestion but didn’t fuss and listened to him.

After you were done, he watched you, to his dismay, hoping to get back to your new acquisitions you hadn’t forgotten about and emptied your bag on the carpeted floor.

He followed closely after having barely dried his hair.

He did not bother to catch the towel around his hips slowly loosening and sliding down the bulging muscles of his thighs. His skin awakened at the feeling of the surrounding air, showing paths of goosebumps along his taut stomach and arms.

He pondered the thought of remaining naked and eventually decided to slip a pair of black boxers on and undid the sheets.

“Bring all of it here... Much better this way.”

You listened to him quietly and quickly moved all your things on the clean beddings.

Jungkook caught one of the Polaroids and gazed at it lovingly, then took another one.

“They’d look good in your notebook, don’t you think?”

“he’e?” You asked, opening the brand new little mermaid themed book in the middle and looking up at him with a small frown.

His eyes looked heavy and stared up lovingly at the pretty pinkish glow flaming your face across your cheekbones and nose.

His hand wrapped gently around your thin wrist, “hmhm.”

“but, no glue?” You frowned deepened at the small pictures sliding down.

“Let’s see, we can use these for now.” He offered as he grabbed the stickers included with the book. “Like this, see?”

“oh,” you stared at his hands carefully sticking the Polaroids next to each other.

He smiled, “voilà.”

You went to lie on your front and picked one of the feltpen to add little doodles around the pictures.

Jungkook let his hand slide along your calf and beneath the hem of the bathrobe, gently kneading your smooth skin.

“________? Come lie next to me.”

You paid no mind to him.

“Baby…”

You eventually sat up when you felt proud of your drawings and turned around.

You gasped at the sight of Jungkook snuggling a pillow and snatched it from him to throw it across the room.

A lazy smirk parted his lips as you slowly curled up against him. He felt tingles spreading in his chest and downwards when your scent reached him as you rested your head beneath his chin.

“t’ank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby. It’s your Christmas gift from me.”

“but ______ no gift.”

“It’s okay. You’re my gift.”

**************************************************************

You stirred lightly, waking up little by little.

You made out Jungkook’s voice somewhat still distant and overpowered by the buzzing in your head.

You furrowed your brows and shifted.

“Careful baby,” he whispered and gently blocked you with his arm solidly rooted in the mattress to prevent you from tumbling down the edge of the bed where you were half lying on.

You turned your body the other way around and knuckled your eyes, still a bit tired.

He gazed down, cooing at you and softly nuzzled your cheek. “Are you up now?”

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking repeatedly despite the subdued light of his bedroom and a little dazed from your nap which had him smiling tenderly at you.

He kissed your cheek, hot and marked with sleep lines. “You had a good rest?”

You blinked up at him silently.

“Wanna drink?” He let you nuzzle against him and effortlessly sat up with your legs wrapped around his hips. “Up we go.”

He held you until he reached the kitchen and put you down on the counter.

You whined when he moved away from you and had him holding you some more, earning sexy chuckles from him.

Jungkook gently swung you side to side, craning his head down to peek at you staring into space. He relished moments like this, when you simply did not need anything else but to feel him while he cradled you affectionately.

Nothing, no one else made him feel protective over you as he could get during moments like these when he held your vulnerable self safely in his strong arms and felt your breathing fanning him softly.

He followed your gaze when you suddenly jerked a little away and turned your head to gaze ahead of you.

You whimpered when you looked over his shoulder while he kissed your temple.

He walked away to get your sippy cup filled with your favorite fruit juice while you sat up and stretched your spine to make out the strange thing you had noticed in the living-room.

“What’s wrong?”

You pointed behind him and he looked back.

“Oh, my surprise?”

“hm?”

“Wanna see it?”

You nodded and grabbed the cup from him and held your arms open so he could carry you again.

“Here.”

You climbed down and stared a long time at the new appearance of the living-room.

Bedsheets, blankets and comforters had been used with the help of chairs and couches to make a blanket fort.

The entrance was decorated with one of the Christmas tree garlands and opened on what appeared like a very cozy and intimate space surrounded with some cushions and your plushies.

You dropped down on your knees to get a better look.

“You like it?” He smiled down at you and you eagerly nodded, holding your cup with your two hands. “It’s just for the two of us… Go ahead… Crawl inside.”

You carefully did so and stopped midway to look back. He kneeled down to follow you and dropped heavily on one side of what served as the bed.

“I wanted to give it a name but I have no idea. I brought some of your colored pencils and books and other stuff.”

He pointed to a spot you hadn’t taken notice of behind you where several things were stacked along snacks.

“I made the roof high enough so we could still watch T.V if you want.”

You stretched your body out next to him to confirm his words and noticed along the way how wide the space of it still was with the two of you lying side by side.

He shifted to get more comfortable with a hand under his head while you chose to grab one of the sheets and pencil.

When you were finished, you held it up towards him and his eyes lit up at the words surrounded by hearts, flowers and a smiling sun — Knight Jungkook and Princess ________ ‘s castle

“Is it the name you want to give to it?”

You nodded with the soft spout of your cup hanging between your front teeth.

Jungkook took the piece of paper from you and sat up to get beneath the garland.

“I have nothing to stick it up with,” he pouted as he looked around.

He decided to lean it against the foot of the chair holding one part of the entrance up. “Now, it’s perfect.”

He lied back down and you crawled out to look at the rendering.

Naturally, he did not miss the way his shirt rode up to reveal your asscheeks curving enticingly beneath the lace of your panties.

He gave your bum three affectionate spankings before you sat back on your heels and looked at him over your shoulder with a smile.

“Like it?”

You nodded and handed him your empty cup to get rid of. He opened his arm for you to lie your head on and turned his body to face yours closely.

“What d’you want to do? Watch cartoons?” He trailed quietly.

Your fingers were playing with his chin. You shrugged and pulled him in a sudden embrace.

You weren’t feeling one bit tired and the whole atmosphere set with your new accommodation was making you feel kittenish.

You leaned back a bit to look up at him, gazing enthralled by his features, softened thanks to the warm hues emanating from the decorative lights. Your cold hand flattened against his chest he felt warming up beneath your touch.

His eyes smiled down at you. He moved his other hand to brush your hair to the side of your face, accentuating the roundness of your cheek.

He tilted his head to press his lips on your forehead and you did the same to his collarbones. Your fingers slid down to trace along the soft skin of his taut lower stomach.

His arm underneath you curled around your shoulder and his hand gripped it when you softly brushed the very subtle trail of hair connecting his navel to the hem of his sweatpants.

The impressive print of his soft dick was quite evident, even more so when you slowly nudged your thigh between his and pressed upward.

His hips bucked in response at the same time a sigh escaped him. You grinned a little.

You knew he wasn’t wearing anything beneath the cloth and you anticipated witnessing him swelling in front of your eyes.

A languid, steady rhythm took hold of your bodies.

You were now holding your weight on one arm, allowing him to get covered in the sweet scent of your hair cascading over his face. His breath was more labored now that he felt you scratching his back deliciously.

His hands held tight onto your waist and ass, blood growing his shaft larger and larger. The thickness of his pants did not allow you to feel his twitching but you were undeniably sure, his cock was now straining up.

A quick glance downward ruled in your favor when you noticed the glistening tip peeking past the hem.

You glided your nails up his spine until you reached his hair which you tugged at gently and clawed his back again to pull his pants down.

You felt yourself clenching at the sight of his taut asscheek, hollowing with each desperate push of his hips.

You pressed on his chest to get him to lie on his lightly bruised back and he helped you take off his sweats.

You threw them somewhere behind you and crawled on top to kiss him. His hands quickly cupped your face to deepen the sweet gesture, taking both of your breaths away.

When his grip loosened, you pecked and licked your way down his veiny neck, erect nipples heaving with each of his intake of air and continued until you reached the tiny puddle of precum wetting his skin where his thick head was resting, raging.

You kneeled up between his legs, smiling sweetly at him as you gently scratched your nails softly up and down his inner thighs.

Jungkook frowned down and made a move to grip himself but you stopped him. You pinched your lips as you planted his hands on either side of his body.

“Not allowed to touch?”

You shook your head with a cheeky smile.

“Can you at least take off my shirt?” He whined, throwing his head back. “Not really fair of you…”

You brought a finger to your mouth, in faux-pondering.

“okay.”

You pulled each of your arms inside his shirt and pulled it up to get your head out.

Your hair was sticking out in a funny way and Jungkook felt his heart swelling achingly at your endearing yet alluring sight.

His teeth dragged on his lower lip as he shamelessly coveted your figure and flexed his hard cock.

He didn’t look away when you eventually lowered your face nearby. You kissed along its veiny underside, down until you reached his heavy balls which parted a little in response to your touch.

“Princess, don’t tease… Please.”

You looked down after you leant up and watched closely while you ran the tips of your fingers back up his length.

He twitched again when you rubbed him where his head and his impressive shaft met.

He craned his head down, mouth hanging open “baby…”

You wiped the mini pool of precum and coated his head with. Jungkook relaxed his neck again when you finally closed your fist around him.

You bit your lip in amusement and shifted your weight on your hand to gaze down at his features progressively overcome by pleasure.

Moans began pouring out generously along the languorous motions of your thumb across his drenched tip.

Little by little, your fist pumped his throbbing cock and a fucked-out smile graced his angelic-like traits. He felt heavier and warmer in your palm and the lustful sight of him thrusting his oozing member at the pace of your hand turned you on all the more, ruining your underwear with your sticky juices.

“_______-”

Your eyes reluctantly teared away from his member to his face, now flaming with hot colors.

“I don’- I don’t wanna cum like this…” The veins in his neck were protruding invitingly. “Make me-... fuuck- make me cum inside you…”

Your thighs tightened and your clit throbbed.

Jungkook let out a content sigh when you indulged him easily.

He was close, painfully so.

So much so, he couldn’t wait any longer and in the matter of seconds you were free of your panties, although it was not the way you predicted it.

“Come, sweetheart…” He beckoned softly, throwing the remnants of the torn cloth next to him. “Climb on top of me. That’s it… Yeah, just like that…”

You let go of his cock and hovered your dripping cunt above it. He couldn’t help himself. His hand snaked between you to cup the sensitive skin there.

You closed your eyes in response when he began rubbing your wet lips, sliding his middle and ring fingers up and down in languid gestures along your slit and swelling clit.

He cooed when you whined out after he inserted them, looking back and forth between you and his hand getting wetter by the second.

You tried to regain a semblance of control and took his coated hand to your lips. Enthralled, he stared up as you slid his fingers in your mouth.

You carefully sat further down on him and began rubbing yourself along his cock.

Jungkook licked his fingers after you had finished and showed the will to move his hand down but you gripped it and laced your fingers together as you picked up the pace of your hips.

He could feel his cum move along his shaft and his muscles tighten reflexively the longer you rubbed your wetness against him.

His moans and whimpers increased in intensity. His fingers tightened around yours while he craned his head to stare down where your bodies met and froze right before he shot his first spurt of cum up to his neck. Five others followed to cover his chest, stomach and purple tip.

You decreased your pace progressively, smiling, thrilled. You leaned down to lick clean the thick spatters on his collarbones, smearing the rest of his mess on your own skin.

A little spent, Jungkook watched you closing your mouth around his sensitive tip, jolting awake his thighs.

Slowly, you bobbed your head, never looking away from his mad-like stare.

“C’mere.”

You crashed your lips together in a lazy, messy kiss.

“You know you don’t have to do that…” He grinned slackly. “One round is never enough… Never will be…”

You let him roll you on your back and gazed down when he licked himself off of you. Your lower stomach was clenching in anticipation.

He didn’t wait any longer before pressing his pads over your clit, making your thighs close reflexively.

“There’s my pretty pussy...”

You furrowed your brows as his fingers caressed the outline of your slit, sliding effortlessly along it.

“So soft… so sensitive, hm?” He cooed.

He surprised you when he puckered his lips around your clit, jolting your entire body to attention, earning a mewl past your quivering lips.

Unbeknownst to you, an animalistic, overjoyed grin crept over his face.

Your lids became heavy as he mercilessly twirled your swollen bud. The wetness pouring out of his mouth made the stimulation so much more intense that he already had you on the verge of your climax.

Unceremoniously, he thrusted in his fingers deep enough to meet the shallow end of your cervix.

“How come you’re still that tight...”

You tried a peek downward at him with your fist covering your mouth when you didn’t feel him anymore.

He bit his lips, ravenous, after he had withdrawn his fingers from your pussy to display the shimmery coating of your arousal.

A blush colored your cheeks as you watched him lap his hand clean.

You didn’t resist when he parted your legs even wider to engulf your entire cunt with his wet, warm mouth. His thick tongue flattened to slither it up earning an unforeseeable cry out of you.

Your raw bundle of nerves sparkled back to life with each of his tentative twirls and sensual strokes. Your mind steadily faded away in a black hole of mesmerization.

He pushed your legs back further until the top of your thighs touched your stomach as he slid his hot palms along the back of them.

They trembled and he hummed in satisfaction, having you overwhelmed.

He buried his mouth deeper and your mouth parted in a silent wail as you almost blacked-out in pleasure.

Your eyes were about to loll back the longer he kept swerving his tongue and he heard your pitiful attempts to have him to stop after you had regained some of your consciousness, coaxed by his overstimulation.

You felt tumbling again, this time in a much more powerful euphoria when you felt yourself erupting everywhere, convulsing hard.

Your body gave out and you were left a whimpering, slumped-out mess beneath his victorious gaze.

You didn’t have the strength to keep your thighs away from his risky hands resting about.

“My little baby,” he pouted, amused. “Was it too much?”

Your eyes were sealed with thick tears but you still could guess where Jungkook was and reached up. The air felt a little suffocating but it didn’t matter.

He indulged and closed the space between you as your arm rested around his neck. He softly kissed your face.

His cock brushed your clit in his motions and you moaned out in pain.

“Too sensitive?” He half-taunted.

“That’s too bad cause…”

He brought his lips right next to your ear, his tip prodding your abused cunt, and seductively whispered right before thrusting himself to hilt inside you.

“That’s the way I like you…”

**************************************************************

There was no doubt about the new closeness you and Jungkook had developed in Taehyung’s eyes.

In spite of everything he was telling himself to get some kind reassurance about his worth to your eyes, it wasn’t working. Not anymore.

He had been surprised to see you after his return, not that he wasn’t happy about it but when Jungkook revealed to him that you had spent the entirety of the holidays together, he didn’t quite understand the reason he keept it quiet.

While he tidied up his room and inadvertently knocked your bag over to come across one of the polaroids from those holidays, it hurt inside.

How many more secrets did you share with him?

It felt like going back in time, to those dreadful weeks when he seemed not to be your favorite anymore, when he wasn’t your center of attention, when you weren’t acknowledging him although this time around, he hadn’t done anything wrong to you.

He tried his best to recall if he actually did but the more he observed you, the clearer it got.

And just like a deck of cards, his hopes collapsed.

**************************************************************

“When are we supposed to get her back?” Jungkook shouted while getting a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“What did you say?” He asked again when he didn’t hear Taehyung the first time.

“You don’t have to worry about it.”

Jungkook frowned. “What ? Why ?”

His friend cleared his throat, “I… I put an end to the contract.”

They both remained silent a short while.

“You what ?”

“It’s over…”

“What do you mean it’s over ?”

Taehyung shrugged where he was sitting on the couch and didn’t even bother looking up from his phone. “I didn’t feel like keeping it up.”

In spite of trying his best to get his point, Jungkook couldn’t manage to since the words had trouble sinking in yet.

He forced himself not to lose his temper.

“Is it... Tell me, it’s not because you met someone that you stopped things just like that…”

“Jungkook… If one person involved wants it to stop, their choice prevails over the others.” Taehyung explained slowly after he eventually met his eyes. “Besides, you wouldn’t have been able to continue to pay the rent on your own…”

“But... I didn’t even get to have a word in it!”

“There’s nothing left to discuss… It just didn’t feel right to me… anymore…”

Jungkook tried to find legitimate reasons to show his best friend wrong but he didn’t. He couldn’t accept the idea of never seeing you again just because Taehyung suddenly didn’t feel like it.

“I don’t know… I still think it would’ve been great to… you know, discuss the matter together in the first place.”

He didn’t want this issue to be about him but — “You didn’t even let me say goodbye to her…”

“ ‘Kook, we’re not the first people she’s been with…” he huffed. “I don’t see why this is affecting you that much when I’m sure, it doesn’t mean anything to her…”

“You have no idea about that.”

Taehyung stood up and faced him, “come on… She is made to do this, to pretend it. All of it. Just to please us. Don’t tell me you’ve caught feelings for her when she was just doing her job…”

Jungkook stared hard back at him.

“But you liked her, just as much as I did… Why did all of it suddenly lose any interest to you?”

“It’s all fake. She’s expected to have us grow attached to her… She’s probably already forgotten all about you. Get over it.”

Taehyung proceeded to walk away when his roommate frowned at him.

“It’s you.”

He turned around. “What. About. Me?”

“You got jealous of us. Of me... That’s why you cancelled it.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Stop it, you’re ridiculous.”

“No, Tae! I’ve seen it…” He raised a finger at him. “You couldn’t stand to see us together when you were around and … You got jealous…”

A snort escaped Jungkook.

“I’m sure the reason you got yourself some girl was so you could get yourself an excuse for when you’d take her away from me…”

“She’s not some girl… I-”

“Yeah? Well, give me names of people that get head over heels in after the week they met that stranger! Cause this feels pretty shady to me.”

The two men looked at each other, hurt.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about… I’m done with this discussion.”

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Jungkook was left furious and didn’t talk to Taehyung the rest of the day.

He looked up the company’s information the same night.

It didn’t sit right with him. It couldn’t end this way. It was inconceivable.

The following day, he went to the headquarters, walking through the same doors he did almost a year ago when Taehyung had successfully made him agree to all of it.

He never would have imagined what those doors incorporated. He never would have thought he would become attached to you, an utter stranger who day by day had managed to catch his heart; the same way he couldn’t conceive it all didn’t mean anything to you.

He understood what your job consisted of but all those moments surely had an impact on you, at least a little bit.

A man Jungkook didn’t remember ever seeing greeted him at the reception desk. He introduced himself and asked to talk to the same lady who set up the contract between you and them.

“Mr Jeon,” she exclaimed with a polite smile. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Hm… Would it be possible to talk somewhere private?”

“I would love to,” she kept her smile on, “but unfortunately I’m in the middle of a meeting and don’t have much time ahead of me. Is it urgent?”

Jungkook looked a little distraught. He seemed to be struggling to find the best way to explain himself.

“I- … Would it be… possible to talk with ________?”

“Well, ehm-”

“We had an argument with my friend and I think there has been a misunderstanding…”

“Well, Mr Kim has been perfectly clear and more than that about you two wanting to terminate the contract.” She assured him gravely.

“It’s just I didn’t have the time to talk to her one last time and I wanted-”

“Pardon me for interrupting you but this was stated distinctly in the terms of your contract — after its termination, it is impossible for the Sylph or the caregiver previously involved to contact any formerly interested party. It is not in the company’s interest to let them interact outside the terms of a contract.”

Jungkook sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“I understand.”

“I’m not supposed to tell you that but,” she started again after a short while. “Even if there had been a possibility for me to get her to see you one last time again, it wouldn’t have been possible.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because according to our decree, a Sylph cannot get in touch with any former client if a new, potential one is interested in them.”

Jungkook couldn’t believe it.

How many days had it been since Taehyung ended it?

It couldn’t have been more than three or four.

“I see.” He nodded. “Thank you.” He didn’t know what he was thanking her for but he left without another word.

Maybe Taehyung was right after all.

Maybe, they had just been passing trade who hadn’t affected you more than any of your other clients. Maybe he was overthinking everything else. After all, acting the way you had been during all those months had nothing natural.

Jungkook spent the rest of the day in his own head, stuck in past memories he had no physical remnants of, except for that picture in his phone.

He nimbly looked for it and when he did, he stared a long time at it.

He remembered that day clearly, you had spent it inside and had stayed in bed all along. It was one of the first times you two had been on your own and quite a while after he had gotten used to you and was taken with you.

He was the one holding his phone above you two but had his face nuzzling and kissing your cheek while you were gazing up at the lense, smiling with your hands covering your mouth.

He felt upset with himself for having only one picture of you.

He edited and saved it with himself cropped out.

He tried to go to sleep but the thought of it all not meaning anything to you was simply impossible to him and it kept him awake for hours, making him wonder how he could move on to something else...

Would anyone be able to fill the void you had left inside him ?

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Jungkook still took the liberty of visiting the company the following days in the hopes of getting updated on your situation but after the second time and in addition to the fact that he couldn’t be told anything because it fell under privacy matter, he was definitively refused entry and had to resign himself.

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The following week, you quit your job and the company failed to mention you about Jungkook’s visits.

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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villain!Uraraka Ochako

a/n: so a little backside, villain!uraraka happens because she can not help with her parents expenses fast enough, so she heads to the villains in search of help because the heroes don’t want to help...

SFW:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Villain uraraka is a teaser. She’s very affectionate or not at all. Ultimately it falls on to however she’s feeling

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

If you’re a goody-two-shoes, it’s sticking by her side through all the bad. She underestimated your ability to stick around

If you’re a villain too, honestly there’s something sadistically wonderful about you committing a large crime for her.

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

She’s a fucking cat. You want cuddles, she won’t give it to you. But the second you need to get going or are now busy, she’s suddenly in your arms cooing and being loving.

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

The perfect crime lol jk she wants to eventually settle down with you where she’s no longer reliant on her villainous lifestyle to keep herself and you in a steady financial setting

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

She acts like she could give less than a fuck, but she cares a lot, so much

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

It’s the only time she’ll be super soft with you. She’ll hold you close, have your head buried into her chest as she whispers about how she’ll never let anything fucking hurt you ever again if they want to live

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

She will give you whatever she finds off the streets. Villain!uraraka is crazy about what she buys, it is why she became a villain after all, so she gifts you small things that are nice!

She won’t say no to a present, but just give her mochi

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

She’ll hug you! Just… not that often

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Can be romantic, but doesn’t be romantic often. Has issues with intimacy but nothing too prohibiting that will keep her from loving you when needed.

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Jealous ass motherfucker. She will fight anyone who stares at you suggestively, she doesn’t care at all.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Isn’t one for making out unless jealous. She is into the soft pecks and slow kisses that last under five seconds, she doesn’t want to build that intimacy ya feel? And if she goes a day without kissing you (given that the two of you see each other) there’s something wrong

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

She won’t say it first, and even if she is in love with you after you say it to her, don’t expect a response until 7 months later. She says it on occasion, mostly when she feels at loss.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Wants to be an older couple getting married, like in her 40’s with her life of crime. It’ll be super small, just the two of you and the closest of friends.

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

She enjoys at home dinner dates with the candle lit experience and a bottle of wine between the two of you.

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

Won’t show pda in public unless necessary. While she’s not ashamed of her pathway in life, she doesn’t want people connecting you to her for blackmail

P =Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Is a teasing almost mean person in the relationship, like you know she’s not being serious but… there are times where its like… okay…

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Asks for opinions in the way where you think its about hypothetical. Unless you press hard on it, she won’t give you hers.

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Its very spontaneous or super predictable. Uraraka becomes more spontaneous when danger lurks, so you’ve associated spontaneity with bad things...

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

She’ll sleep with her mittened hand touching you, but always wakes up to find herself ontop of you

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

She trusts you with her life, hands down. She won’t admit it, but its true

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

She does a lot of little things that you initially pass over. She leaves enough water in the kettle for you to use, cereal never runs out, and how she cleans the place when you’re unable to. She does a lot of small things that you don’t notice until she’s gone for weeks and suddenly you realize that for the first time ever you’re having to figure out where the stored paper towels are

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

A long ass time, so so so long. Probably around three years together does she finally let you see parts of her that you didn’t know existed.

When she’s in this state it sort of scares you; she’s not a big crier but she’s so empty and broken looking...

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

She really wants to raise kids with you, but has no idea how to ask you about it, nor does she feel ready to bring up a kid with her lifestyle

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Takes care of you in a super tsundere way

“You hurt yourself idiot.”

“I didn’t see i was walking into the pole…”

“And guess who needs to fucking watch over you now!”

Kinda pampers you ngl

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Hates complaining about her villain ways, she informed you beforehand, so if you complain about it she goes a bit feral

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Not super passionate but is never ever going to deny any sort of love from you as long as you initiate it during a time she can handle it

NSFW:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Super duper sleepy, you’re the one really in charge of cleaning up, but she makes sure to tell you that she appreciates it when you wipe come off her legs

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Is a tits girl because she really loves how weightless they seem when she’s tribbing into your clit

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves smearing your come against your thighs, like for some reason after the two of you come, she’ll drag herself against your inner thigh. There’s something so great about seeing her slick against your leg

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to watch someone fuck you in front of her one day. To see you whining and sobbing due to someone elses manipulation wishing it was her.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not that experienced, and she’s very awkward in the beginning despite her attempt to hide it with a dominatrix persona. It takes a few months, but she will learn how to do things correctly

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

She loves tribbing you, it’s the best way to watch your tits bounce around

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not humorous at all, is very very serious.

The only time she laughs in bed is a clear sign to you that you’re in trouble...

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Is sorta trimmed, the tiniest bit bushy down there because she doesn’t have the time to properly keep it up

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex is the one place where she is intimate. Sex to her isn’t something you throw around even if she sleeps around to gather information, but with you, it’s special and intimate so you better be fully into it as well

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Will masturbate when the two of you go weeks without seeing each other. It’s always while you’re on the phone with her, and she can’t help but feel the need to touch herself as you talk happily about your day

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

She’s a dom in bed: torture play, definitely fucking you while weightless, exhibitionism, cuckholding, blindfolds

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In your bed because your mattress is so soft and you have a trillion pillows and it makes everything so much nicer as it gets kinkier

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Her vital need to see you turning into jelly because of her manipulation, she loves seeing your eyes cross, face red, panting, and drooling

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Roleplay. She doesn’t like it especially as most role play dichotomy focuses around good and bad and well, she doesn’t want to be reminded of that in the bedroom.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She will give you the best oral. She doesn’t like receiving it at all though, something about how she doesn’t like the sensation.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and somehow sensual. She’s gotten really good at figuring out what exactly to do to make you scream her name, but it’s sensual. It makes your face heat in up in the raw intimacy she has while fucking you into the next millennium

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She loves slamming you into a small closet and finger fucking you while on route to somewhere important! As long as no one sees you going into the closet she’ll mark you in there with no regret.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

She’s very into experimenting. Always trying to figure out what works best between the two of you, but once you hit the area of your sex life you two very much love, experimenting fades out but returns every so often just to keep the two of you on your toes

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Can last two rounds at most, she just gets so tired from fucking

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Her favorite toy to use is the double-ended dildo because she knows how to manipulate it to give you all the pleasure despite the two of you having bought it so that you both could feel good under your request, but no, uraraka knows her way around it

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Only when she’s upset will she tease or when it involves a new thing you two are trying, other than that she’s very direct.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Its soft noises. Not that loud, but if they’re heard no one would think she’s possibly having sex. It’s the weirdest most alluring thing ever.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The best sex the two of you had was when you both got high one night, the two of you went four rounds together and came so many times that your bodies were sore for the remainder of the week

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants/shirts, picture or words)

She’s a smaller cup. B-cup at best. Her nipples are a soft shade of pink and they look weightless as an effect of her quirk, but they’re actually quite dense.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Is a very “depending on her mood” type of lover. Some weeks you will fuck fifteen times in seven days, and others she’ll hold your hand once. Very dependent on what’s going on.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Takes her 2 minutes to pass out. It exhausts her so much that you always will tease her for it.

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venusxxlangdon · 6 years ago

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Of Mice and Snakes

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!reader x Tom Riddle

Word Count: 12.3k

Warnings: crossover (Hogwarts AU), smut, threesome, dirty talk, anal sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, oral (male on female and vice versa), fingering, humiliation, choking, mention of blood as a part of a ritual. All characters are 18+ (the reader is the seventh year student)

Summary: AU where the reader does not know that curiosity killed the cat and agrees to a midnight rendezvous with the Slytherin Heir and his best friend Michael Langdon.

A/N: this epos (lmao the smut is endless, so epos is the right word to describe this madness) is based on my Slytherin!Michael headcanon & the ask I have received the other day: Slytherin Michael and Tom Riddle seeing who can get you to squirt first and they just keep making you cum over and over and you’re so sensitive but they’re mean and have big egos so they keep going even if you’re crying. Just imagine. (wow, nonny, your mind!!!) Special thank you to my Slytherin binches @avesatanormalpeoplescareme & @ccodyfern who plotted the smut scene with me

In addition, this is such a Michael-centric fic even though it’s a threesome that I’m crying at how much of Michael’s binch I am

“To caress the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten away our heart”

– Voltaire

You knew you should not have kept a mysterious diary that you had found in your bag after Divination class. It appeared out of nowhere, and nobody seemed to know whom it belonged to. So eventually, you were sitting in the Slytherin common room, running your fingers along the hardcover of the notebook and contemplating if you could use it for your own purposes. It looked expensive. The cover was black, made of what it seemed like a snakeskin – you wondered if it was faux – encrusted with the copper fixtures on the edges.

O.W.L.s were approaching, so maybe having a spare notebook in your possession was not a bad idea, you thought to yourself, picking up a quill to put your name on the first page. When a thick drop of black ink fell on the sheet, you gasped in frustration, thinking that you must have ruined the blank surface. You wanted the very first note to be pretty, but instead, you had messed it up without even writing a single word! Suddenly your eyes widened at the sight of a fat smudge disappearing before your eyes as if the page was absorbing it like a sponge. You dipped the quill into an inkstand once again and wrote your first and last names.

The intricate handwriting faded away, and just a moment after, you saw some new words making their way on the yellow sheet.

“Tom Marvolo Riddle and Michael Langdon are honored to meet you Y/F/N/Y/L/N”

You were a reasonable witch and perfectly aware that the unknown artifacts were dangerous and should have been investigated before use; however, you licked your lips nervously and looked around in case any of the students or ghosts (Bloody Baron had a reputation of sticking his nose into everybody’s business) were watching you and wrote down:

“Who are you?”

The answer made you arch your brows in surprise.

“Slytherin students.”

There should have been a mistake because being a Slytherin prefect you knew everyone, or at least the majority of them. If there were someone who created such artifact, you would definitely know them. You frowned, and the thought of this whole thing being a prank crossed your mind.

“Your names don’t seem familiar to me,” you scribbled, impatiently waiting for the reply.

“We studied at Hogwarts long ago.”

“I found this notebook in my bag. Is there any way I can mail it back to you? I don’t want anyone’s things in my possession.”

It took a couple of minutes for them to reply. While you were waiting, you tore a small piece of a scroll off and wrote down “Michael Langdon and Tom Riddle” in order to check whom these people were later. When you glanced at the diary sprawled out in front of you, there was an answer:

“This diary is the memory of ours. It chooses its next owner by itself. This time it’s you, so there’s no need to give it back. You can use it.”

“But I technically I can’t use it for my notes. Whatever I write down disappears.”

“You are right, but you can also enjoy our company. The fellow Slytherins will always get each other’s back. Besides, we know all the secrets of Hogwarts.”

It was not a peaceful time for the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After Mrs. Norris was petrified by the unknown creature and the threat of the Slytherin Heir being back written in blood was found on the wall, everybody lost their minds. Even though you really disliked Harry Potter who was believed to be in charge of consternation, you did not think it was his fault, neither you considered Malfoy being a part of it. Once you overheard him gossiping about it in the common room and trying to persuade Crabbe and Goyle that he was a self-proclaimed Heir. When he said that, you scoffed, hiding your grin behind the book you were reading and thought to yourself that the second years were absolutely insufferable. Draco’s bravado was the epitome of his youthful maximalism.

Curious by nature, you could not stand the idea of being unaware of what was going on around you. The floor of the crime scene was prohibited for students to enter until the investigations were over, so you dedicated most of your time to doing the research in the library, picking the information about the Chamber of Secrets crumb by crumb, and trying to complete the puzzle. Unfortunately, you had not been able to find much, and it was driving you crazy. In one particular book, you read a legend about a beast which of many fearsome monsters was the most dangerous one. Basilisk, or the King of Serpents, was believed to reach a gigantic size and live many hundreds of years. Its killing methods were wondrous from biting with its venomous fangs to murdering its victims with a stare. The last part seemed especially intriguing to you, and it was the reason why you concentrated your attention on this paragraph. On the one hand, it looked similar to what had happened to the cat, but on the other, Madam Pomfrey said it had been petrified, not killed, which made your assumptions false. Moreover, you really did not think that Dumbledore would have allowed a monster in the castle. The mysterious Chamber of Secrets seemed like an old fairy tale students would tell each other late at night for fun, but when Tom and Michael mentioned that they knew all the secret things of Hogwarts, you decided to try your luck and ask them about your conspiracy theories.

They found your Achilles hill without much effort. Your curiosity was stronger than your common sense, and maybe it was the reason why you still did not close the diary and throw it away for good in the Room of Requirement.

“Do you guys know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?”

You bit your lower lip in anticipation and rested your chin on your hand, staring at the blank page.

“What exactly do you want to know?”

Well, shit, did the Chamber actually exist? It was the moment when you could ask them anything, but all the thoughts turned into incoherent flux you could not form into a proper sentence.

Your handwriting became messier as you started writing, holding a quill tightly.

“Is it really in Hogwarts? Who is the Slytherin Heir? Does Basilisk exist? I have done some research, but I’m not sure if my sources are reliable.”

You put the quill aside and leaned back on your chair, placing your palms that involuntarily got all sweaty, on your uniform-clad thighs.

“Well, well, what an eager girl we got here. You have too many questions for us, Y/N...”

Crimson blush flushed across your cheeks at the pet name.

“Could you, please, answer them?”

You did not want to miss your only chance to find out the new information, even though it was obvious that you could not trust some random diary, which happened to be...only God knew what exactly it was. You figured that after you were done fishing for the new facts you would head to the library to check them out.

“...too many questions, perhaps, we could answer. Since you’ve asked so nicely, we think we can show you what we know.”

“Show me?”

You did not know what to expect, maybe an essay on the Chamber of Secrets that would appear on the page, but certainly not the following lines:

“As we have said, this diary is just a container of our memories. If you want us to answer your questions, tonight, at 1 a.m. you should go to the dungeon and bring it along with you. Open it on page twenty five and write “me videbunt*” in your blood.”

Your heartbeat sped up. Sneaking late at night was not a problem for a prefect, but you doubted if you really needed to get involved in this suspicious venture.

“Is it safe? I would rather prefer to find out who you two are before we could cooperate.”

“Then it’s a good thing that you have plenty of time till 1 am.”

You glanced at the big clock hanging on the wall with two snakes that represented hour and minutes hands. They showed 6:30 p.m. The reading room closed at 10.

“Section 53. Raw 11. Shelf 9.” were the last words Tom and Michael left for you.

xxx

Sixth. Seventh. Eighth. Ninth. Your fingers walked on the book spines looking for the one that could tell you about the mysterious Slytherin students. None of the books seemed suitable for your purpose. They were on magical creatures, charms, transfiguration, and...the Triwizard Tournament. As soon as your fingertips brushed against the hardcover of it, the copper ornament of the diary you were holding against your chest with the free hand, heated up and scorched your palm. You gasped and looked at the reddened skin in confusion. Having picked the book from the shelf you made your way to a long table occupied by some Gryffindor students who shot pretentious glares at you as soon as you approached them. Without paying any attention to them, you took a seat, placed your bag on a bench next to you, and opened the book.

The Tournament never really interested you. It was renowned for being extremely dangerous: champions had died while competing, and it was discontinued at some point due to the high death toll. However, it was revived in 1945 when wizards just like Muggles had to face the terror of WWII and needed something that would bring the most powerful Wizarding schools together and create the spirit of unity. You opened the table of content and scanned through the titles.

“Champions of 1294”

“No, it’s too early,” you thought to yourself, moving your finger down the page.

“Champions of 1494” Skip.

“Champions of 1792”Maybe? No, nothing.

“Champions of 1945” It was the last tournament so far. You flipped through the pages, looking for the familiar names, eyes scanning every line.

“Tom Marvolo Riddle, Slytherin champion, page 1055” and then “Michael Langdon, Slytherin champion. Disqualified. Page 1056.”

On the mentioned pages there was a column written by a journalist from the Daily Prophet with a huge headline “Hogwarts champions have not outsmart the Goblet of Fire.”

“Two seventh year students Tom Marvolo Riddle and Michael Langdon were so anticipated for the Triwizard Tournament that they decided to compel the Goblet of Fire for it to select them as Hogwarts Champions on September 25, 1945. Despite the outstanding performance of Confundus, only Mr. Riddle has been presented an honor to compete in the Tournament....”

You could not finish reading the article, being too fascinated with the picture of two young boys smiling and waving their hands at you. You glanced at the description to figure out who was who. They looked very much alike: both were tall, dressed in the perfectly ironed Slytherin uniforms, and looking way too happy for those whose plan had not worked out. Even though the picture was black & white you could tell that Tom had dark hair, and Michael was blond. A cheeky smile on Michael’s full lips made you blush, and you rolled your eyes at your own reaction. You traced your fingers across the page, contouring their silhouettes pensively. They were extremely good looking. Tom did not win the tournament that year, but he and Michael certainly got their dose of glory.

Did THEY really communicate with you via the diary? They mentioned that it was just a container of their memories, but how could it adapt to your questions if they had not been a part of the diary’s data?

“Hey, Y/N,” you lifted your head up from the book at Thomas Finnigan, a Ravenclaw Prefect.

“Yes?”

“We’ll start the evening checkup in 20 minutes, okay? You take the fifth and sixth floors.”

You blinked at him in confusion.

“Wait, what? What time is it?”

“Half past nine,” he curiously looked at the book you were reading, and you hurried to close it and put in under the Transfiguration textbook.

“I must have got carried away,” you mumbled, still surprised that time had passed so fast. It was weird, you swore that you had come to the library at least thirty minutes ago.

“Twenty minutes,” Thomas reminded you and left you alone with your thoughts.

As soon as he left, you opened the same page with a picture of Tom and Michael. Having made sure that nobody was watching you, you took your wand out and cleared your throat.

“Gemino,” and just like that, with a flick of your wrist, the photograph multiplied. You took the copy and hid it into the inner pocket of your robe.

Half past nine. You still had some time.

xxx

The best time of the day was when all students were in their common rooms, and you only had to stroll through the empty hallways checking if everything was alright. Your steps echoed in the distance, drawing the attention of the portraits who scrunched up their noses complaining that you were too loud, but you could care less. Being too caught up in your thoughts, you made your way to the moving staircases. You only needed to find Peter, the head of the prefects, fill out the daily report, and you would be done for the night. It felt like, with every step, the photograph in your pocket was heating up, sending the radiant waves of warmth down your spine, as a reminder that you were running out of time. Anticipation coiled in the pit of your stomach making you sick; you hold onto the staircase when it started moving in the direction of the fourth floor.

They said they were Slytherin students and you saw the uniforms with your own eyes, so theoretically, you could trust them because there was an unspoken rule of Slytherins unconditionally respecting their mates.

“The only person you should ever trust is yourself,” you whispered under your breath the reminder you and every Slytherin student lived by.

It was unsafe to sneak out this late when there was an unidentified entity that was petrifying students. Who knew, maybe in the darkness of the dungeons, it would attack you?

You went downstairs and stormed into Professor Snape’s office where every day from 9 to 11 p.m Peter Goldberg was of filling out the reports. He was sitting on a tall chair, scraping on a piece of parchment.

“Hey, Peter,” you threw your beg aside but did not pay attention to where it landed. By the sound of some pots falling over the table, you knew it was not going to be a nice morning for Professor Snape on the following day.

Peter tsked at you.

“Could you, please, be more careful for fuck’s sake?”

“Everything’s fine out there, where’s the report?” You ignored the question, hopping on a chair next to him. He nodded at a pile of parchment in front of him.

“If you manage to find it in this mess,” he waved his hand at the numerous papers flooding his desk, “you are welcome to fill it in.”

“Why don’t you make some freshmen do all the paperwork for you?” You asked, looking through the pile of endless notes, important documents, drafts and what not.

Peter tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Because they are stupid and incompetent,” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing. “If you want something to be done right, you need to do it yourself.”

You hummed in response and spotted the corner of the sheet you were looking for on the opposite side of the desk. You leaned forward and took it out of the pile trying not to ruin it.

“Then don’t complain about it,” you noted as you put your signature next to your name. “Here, all done.”

Peter took the paper out of your hands and threw it on top of the folders. You watched him do it with your arms crossed across your chest, thinking it was no wonder that his desk was a mess.

“What are you up to tonight?” He wondered without taking his eyes off the parchment.

The question brought the thoughts of Tom and Michael back on your mind. In fact, they were always there, tempting you to say “yes” to the little rendezvous past midnight. You nervously chewed your bottom lip while taking a few steps towards your bag which was tossed on the floor.

“Most certainly, sleep. I’ve been studying for O.W.L.s all day, and…”

You turned your head at Peter who clearly looked uninterested, being completely absorbed in work. Before you walked out of the class, you took your wand out and whispered “Scourgify” placing the papers in order.

“No, no, no!” Peter shouted, his eyes wide open in terror, “these documents are charmed, they have to be sorted out manually, Y/N! That’s why I have been fucking with them all this time!”

A road to hell is paved with good intentions.

You did not know that, so you quickly stormed out of the classroom, giggling at Peter’s grunts behind the closed door.

“Sorry!”

xxx

Of course, sleep was the last thing on your mind when you were lying in bed fully dressed in your black skinny jeans and a turtleneck. You were thankful for the canopy hiding you from the eyes of your roommates because dealing with unnecessary questions was not on the bucket list. The diary was right next to your thigh, tossed negligently on the white linen sheets. Your fingers lingered against the fabric searching for the photograph. You brought it to your face, looking at Tom and Michael for the hundredth time. It was obvious that you had made your decision right after you came from your night patrol and instead of changing into your pajamas, you put on your casual clothes.

You: 0

Michael and Tom: 1

It was 00:45 a.m. when you sat up on the bed and carefully listened to the sounds behind the thick curtains. You pulled the canopy aside and whispered “Quietus”, aiming at the sleeping girls. You clapped your hands in order to make sure that the charm had worked, and after no one reacted to the sound, you jumped off the bed and headed out to the common room.

Sneaking on your tiptoes, you crept your way up the set of the stone steps to the door that was on the right side of the Entrance Hall (if coming down the marble staircase facing the front doors of the castle.) You gently pushed it, trying not to disturb the snoring portrait of the entrance guard.

The blood in your temples was drumming so fast, you thought it was so loud that it could wake the entire Hogwarts up. You crossed your fingers, hoping that Snape was asleep. Filch was not a problem at all. The old twat was scared to go to the Slytherin dungeon, especially after his bloody cat had been petrified.

It was so dark, almost impossible to see anything. You looked around and, taking a tight grip on your wand, whispered:

“Lumos minima”

A faint ball of light scorched at the pointy tip of your wand, lighting up your path. It was bright enough to see where you were going, yet dim not to attract attention. Your feet noiselessly glided along the stone floor. You did not know how deep you should have gone into the dungeon, so after you made sure that Snape’s classroom was left far behind you, you stopped and kneeled on the cold concrete. You slid the bag off your shoulder and took the quill and the diary out.

1 a.m.

You took a deep breath, and with slightly trembling fingers counted twenty-five pages. There it was. You smoothed the crispy sheet with your palm. Your hand sneaked onto the back pocket of your jeans, and you carefully drew a small razor blade out. Fuck. Did you really have to do it? You prepared the quill and closed your eyes.

One. Two. Three.

“Ouch!” You winced at the stinging pain when you slid the blade across your palm and a dribble of blood ran down your hand. You dipped the sharp point of the quill into the liquid and wrote down:

“Me videbunt”

You realized that you were holding your breath all the time. You inhaled a fetid air of the dungeon and leaned back on your hills. Nothing happened.

“Vulnera Sanentur,” You murmured, healing the stinging cut.

You heard your heavy breathing in the deafening silence, the drops of water dripping from the ceiling, and your mad heartbeat. The scarlet red inscription refused to disappear. You should have known better. It must have been a prank.

“Me videbunt,” you mocked yourself, growling the words out through your gritted teeth. What an idiot. Annoyed, you grabbed the quill and showed it back into your bag. Right when you were about to close the diary and leave for good, you noticed that the writing started fading away. You dropped your bag and leaned forward, your nose inches away from the page. You could feel the copper smell of it. Blood started eroding the yellow sheet, and soon a bright light filled up the cracks on the page. It kept growing, spreading out beyond the edges of the notebook, enveloping everything around it. Including you. Before you could even blink, you were falling into the radiance.

Boom.

Your back hit a firm surface of what felt like marble. A dull pain pierced through you, and you moaned, rolling onto your side. Your fingers brushed against the floor and you scrunched up your nose at the sight of a disgusting goo covering your digits. What the fuck was that? You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked around.

Your mouth fell open in shock. An enormous room sprawled out before you. A statue high as the Chamber itself loomed into view, standing against the back wall. It was ancient and monkeyish, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizard's sweeping stone robes, where two enormous grey feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor.* You could recognize the man in seconds. You had seen the portraits of him everywhere from history books to the packaging of chocolate frogs. It was Salazar Slytherin.

Suddenly the sound of somebody’s steps drew your attention. You turned your head and saw a silhouette of a tall figure approaching you. Instinctively, your fingers slid down to the waistband of your jeans where your wand was tugged securely.

“There’s no need to take your wand out,” a clear voice rang through the Chamber.

You narrowed your eyes, trying to understand who the man was. When he came closer, you gasped, realizing that he was the one you saw in the picture. His black hair was laid in short smooth waves in contrast with his pale, porcelain skin. Dark piercing eyes were drilling through you, and you could not help yourself but think that you had never seen such mesmerizing color before. Two pristine stones of onyx that looked soulless. You gulped heavily, tightening the grip on the handle of your wand.

“You’re Tom Riddle,” your voice sounded foreign to you.

He reached his hand out to help you stand up. His touch was cold as ice. Nearly stumbling, you got to your feet, without taking your eyes off of his chiseled face.

“What an honor to have such guest as you are, Ms. Y/L/M,” his full lips curled in a smirk.

You put your hands on your waste, massaging the bruised pelvis, and nervously asked:

“Where are we?”

“In the Chamber of Secrets.”

He let you take a few steps forward and whirl around to have proper look at the room. The Chamber looked fearfully impressive.

“I don’t understand,” you muttered. “Does the professors know about it?“

You looked at Tom, who was going around you in slow circles, like a predator hunting its prey, his eyes examining your body.

“Of course they do. Dumbledore is not a fool to buy the idea of it being a myth. Salazar Slytherin built this Chamber centuries ago. It was the legacy of our faculty, I thought you had already known it.”

“I didn’t know if I could take this information seriously. Nobody had been here before...”

You stopped talking when Tom let out a chuckle.

“Well, that’s where they have done their work,” his eyes twinkled devilishly, “they made sure to erase all evidence that two Hogwarts most talented students who made it to the Triwizard Tournament had opened the notorious Chamber of Secrets and awoken the beast.”

A shiver ran down your spine. You looked at the goo covering the floor here and there and assumed it was Basilisk’s traces. You should have left right at that moment.

“M-Michael did not make it as a champion,” you stuttered. Your intuition was particularly screaming that it was time to leave. Something was wrong about Tom and the way he stared at you.

“Please, don’t remind him about that. He’s still so pissed,” Riddle playfully rolled his eyes.

“What happened to you? Why are you here?” You were too scared to ask if he was alive. The icy touch of his hand left a weird sensation on your palm.

Tom put his hands behind his back and with an ostentatiously serious look on his face explained:

“Once upon a time,” you wondered if he ever talked without making everything sound so dramatic, “I had led a peaceful life as an average freshman of Slytherin, you know...pranked Gryffindor rivals, been the best student in class, “he winked at you. “Until one day, I heard a voice calling my name. Apparently, I was the only who could hear it, and at first, I thought I was mental... Little did I know that I was meant to understand Parseltongue, and it was Basilisk, calling for me, its only owner.” Tom grinned, showing his perfect white teeth.

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“But only the Slytherin Heir...”

“Can tame the beast,” Riddle was so excited he could not even let you finish the sentence. “Yes, Yes, Yes!”

Your head started spinning. The next moment you were aiming your wand at Tom.

“I want to get out,” you hissed.

Tom did not even move an inch. He glanced at your trembling hand and smirked.

“Where are going, love?” a fake pout touched his lips. “Don’t you want to meet Michael? You seemed so eager writing those silly questions in our diary.”

And just when he pronounced the last word, a loud crash roared through the Chamber. The stone mouth of the stature opened up, and you saw a large head of a snake crawling out of it. You cried out and backed off, moving your wand in the direction of the monster. The enormous serpent, bright, poisonous green, thick as an oak trunk, had raised itself high in the air and its great blunt head was weaving drunkenly between the pillars.** Fear, crushing onto your in destructive tides, made you numb and pinned you to your spot. You found yourself unable to move as if every muscle of your body was paralyzed.

You heard Tom scoff “What a showoff,” and saw that there was a guy sitting on top of the snake’s giant head. The beast was so big that it almost took half of the room. It whipped its tail across the floor and bowed its head, letting the blond man jump off and gracefully lend on his feet.

“I honestly think that he loves you more than me,” Riddle said, taking a few steps forward to stroke Basilisk’s scaly skin.

“Well, if you weren’t a dick and accompanied him for the hunt, he would not be so putty in my hands.” A deep velvety baritone infiltrated your body, making your insides shiver.

Michael Langdon was even more handsome in flesh than he was in the photograph. He was taller than Tom indeed, his long legs and broad torso resembled young Adonis. His jawline was so sharp that he could use it to cut your heart out of your chest.

“And here is our little pen friend,” he mused and approached you with long, elegant strides. When he reached out his hands, you doubted if it was safe to touch him. However, being raised as a well-mannered lady, you did not want to seem rude. You were going just to shake his hand, but he covered your small palms with his large ones, squeezing them. “Pleased to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N. We were afraid that you would not be able to bless us with your visit tonight.” The corners of his mouth twitched.

“Frankly speaking, I doubted it, too,” you mumbled.

“She had wanted to leave right before you came, Michael,” Tom scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest. Your eyes gleamed at him with annoyance. Riddle could have done better and kept his tongue behind his teeth, but he was a cheeky asshole who liked to exaggerate things.

Michael folded his hands neatly behind his back.

“Why is that? Has my friend treated you badly?” He tilted his head, amused by the way your cheeks turned pink.

“No, no, I just...,” your eyes traveled from Riddle to Langdon back and forth. “Tom told me he was the Slytherin Heir, but I had been thinking that this whole thing with Salazar Slytherin was just another legend.”

“We had always wanted to make it to the pages of the magical books,” he ran his fingers through his soft blond locks. “It was just the matter of time and our creativity how we would do it.”

“How did you find the Chamber? Why are you still here? How fucking old are you?” Your voice betrayed you and you almost yelled the last question at the top of your lungs.

“Basilisk showed me the entrance,” Tom explained. “I had to tell Michael after he had caught me sneaking out late at night.”

Langdon nodded.

“If you had not told me we would’ve never become immortal,” a self-satisfied smirk touched his lips when he noticed your reaction. “I was the one who came up with a plan to trap our souls here and create the diary as a messenger.”

“Why would you want to rot in the dungeons?” You asked confusedly.

“We are not rotting here if you haven’t noticed yet” his fingers danced across his smooth, porcelain cheeks. “It was for safety. If it had not been for Tom’s youthful soul in this Chamber, Harry Potter would have killed him on that night eleven years ago...”

Your heart galloped in your chest like a dozen of horses, eyes skimmed through the room, looking for the exit. Basilisk was too close, and Tom and Michael had wands, so it was difficult to escape.

“…now we can entice him just like you, end his pathetic life and come alive in our full glory.”

You had not even think your plan over when you shouted:

“Expelliarmus!”

“Protego Maxima!” Tom pointed his hand skyward, conjuring up an impregnable magical protection barrier that knocked you over in the blink of an eye.

You heard an audible noise that resembled a loud crack, and suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and wrestled your wand out of your hand. It was prohibited to apparate within Hogwarts until the Headmaster decided otherwise. What sort of dark magic Tom and Michael possessed?

“Why don’t you want to play nicely?” Langdon whispered in your ear, wrapping his hand around your neck, nearly suffocating you; you desperately clang on his arm, trying to break free, but it only made him press his fingers tighter, leaving crescent marks on your tender skin.

“This is not the right way to treat your fellow Slytherins,” Tom hissed, removing the bright shield.

“I think we should teach her a lesson.”

Michael’s body was pushed against your back; the dark lapels of his robes enveloped your limbs like a midnight mist, and your mouth hanged open when he rolled his hips, giving you a hint on what he had meant by his suggestion to teach you manners.

“Do you think they still have fun like we used to, Tom?” he asked cheekily, his hand sliding down your head, petting you almost lovingly, and then tangling his fingers in your hair. He brushed the strands into a loose ponytail and yanked your head back, bringing it close to his lustful mouth. Plush lips pressed soft, teasing kisses and then moved behind your ear, leaving burning kisses along the way, making your pussy throb and a burst of your juices soak through your panties. No fucking way. You gasped in shock, being embarrassed by the reaction of your body.

Riddle smirked. He stood several inches away from you, admiring the way Michael pinned you to your place like a lepidopterist who collected the finest butterflies. You were their butterfly indeed. Young and beautiful. They would make sure to rip your wings off. He traced his pale, slender digits along the waistband of your jeans and hooked the wool hem of your turtleneck, untugging it from your pants. The muscles of your lower abdomen tensed involuntarily in a weak attempt to refuse him from the touch.

“Oh, I don’t know, Mikey,” he slowly sunk to his knees, putting himself to the same level with your clothed crotch. He rolled your top up and slid his palms down your sides, countering every curve of your feminine body. From this angle his face looked sharper, the hollows of his cheeks were ethereally deep. “Let’s ask our lady, shall we?” He pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to your belly, nuzzling into soft, warm skin. You gasped; bucking your hips forward, but Michael grounded you with his hands that he put on your pelvis.

“Do you, little sluts, still sneak into the boys' dorms to play truth or dare, and then blow them when you get a dare, honey?” Riddle mewled and looked up at you with a carnivorous smile on his face. You did not even listen, being too caught up in a torturing discrepancy of muttering silent “no’s” to them and leaning into their arms at the same time. Michael trapped your earlobe between his teeth and cupped your face in his hands, petting your cheek with a thumb.

“He asked you a question, doll,” he slightly bent his knee and you gasped in shock when he spread your legs with it and made you straddle his thigh. His kneecap was pressed several inches away from your aching center. You clothed your eyes and threw your head back, resting it in the crook of his neck and moaned as Michael started slightly rocking you back and forth.

“I don’t know...oh,” your eyes fluttered open, when Tom cupped your sex with his left hand, applying just enough pressure to your clit, making you bolt up in Michael’s arms. He arched his brow at you, urging you to speak up. “W-we don’t do that,” you gasped and turned your head at Michael, nearly bumping noses with him, when his fingers unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the fly down. Looking at him pleadingly, you shook your head, but he only winked at you and maneuvered his hand under the waistband of your panties.

“Oh my God,” he raised his voice a few octaves higher in a mocking manner, swiping his digits along your wet folds, collecting the wetness. From that moment you knew it was useless for you to try to say no. Your body betrayed you. The tip of his finger circled around your center, almost entering it and then pulling away teasingly to stroke your labia. His left arm was wrapped around your waist possessively, holding you in place. You bit your lower lip and hang your head low, letting your hair cover your flushed face that was burning with humiliation and embarrassment. “Look at it, Tom. She is practically soaked.” He removed his fingers with a sloppy, obscene sound, and you whimpered brokenly at the loss of contact, not being able to believe that you were THAT aroused. Michael showed Riddle his index and middle fingers, parting them to demonstrate the thin threads of your juices sticking to the tips of his digits.

Tom tsked, tilting his head to the side. He raised from his knees and harshly grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Silvery tears blinked in your doe-like eyes making them look even bigger, even more innocent.

“Don’t even try to persuade us that you aren’t enjoying this,” he hissed, and for a brief second he resembled a snake with his narrowed eyes and flared nostrils. The Slytherin Heir indeed. He held your chin so brutally, you were sure it would bruise afterwards. “Pretty little slut, it’s a shame you haven’t been gang banged before. Our legacy has been failed,” he pouted, gliding his thumb against your lower lip. As he started undoing his belt, Michael’s hand slid back into your panties.

“We like destroying pretty things,” he whispered in your ear while massaging your clit in lazy circles, the back of his hand outstretching the thin lace. His luscious lips moved down to your neck, and you whimpered when he bared his teeth and playfully nibbled on your skin, velvet tongue immediately licking the bruised spot. “And you are very pretty.”

He removed his slick-covered hand and traced it up to your breasts, rolling your turtleneck up higher to expose more of your skin. He tugged your bra down and brushed his thumb over your sensitive nipple. You moaned and bucked your hips forward to get some friction against his thighs, but as he ground his cock against your ass, you involuntarily motioned back to meet his thrust.

“Just like that,” he cooed, teasingly slapping your right breast. “Good girl, keep rutting your hips, baby.”

His hand fell down on your abdomen, and he pressed you against his stomach, making you feel every inch of his erection. It was the point of no return. You wriggled your hips and spread your legs a bit wider, so your pussy would get more contact with the fabric of Michael’s slacks.

“See? She’s turning into an obedient little slut,” he chuckled and turned his head at Tom, who was watching you and Michael while stroking his cock that he pulled out from his pants a moment earlier. Chewing his bottom lip, he savored every movement of your hips, looking at you hungrily. There was always an unspoken competition between him and Michael, even though they were best friends. When Tom had become one of the Triwizard Champions it was not only his moment of glory but his time to outsmart Langdon who had always seemed to have the best girls, grades, and what not.

“At least he’s not the Slytherin Heir,” he used to tell himself when another group of girls was whispering about Michael being “insanely good in bed” in the common room where Riddle was trying to study.

“Enough of that,” he growled in annoyance, and with the snap of his fingers, a thick white mattress appeared on the floor before you. Tom stood on it with his polished shoes and nodded his head at Michael. “Put her on her knees. I want her to blow me.”

Michael put his large hands on your shoulders and firmly guided you down. Your legs felt weak from the sensation Langdon had been causing to your clit, so you nearly stumbled when he forced you to your knees; the mattress dented under the press of your weight. You instinctively put your hands forward for leverage, placing yourself on all fourth. Tom’s long, hard cock with a bright pink head glistening with pearls of precum was inches away from your lips. He put two fingers under your chin, making you look up at him. His stare was so intense that you found yourself opening your mouth as if you were hypnotized, which he used to his advantage and ran the tip of his shaft along your parted lips.

“If you bite me or don’t try your best to please me, I’ll feed you to Basilisk,” your eyes wandered to the side in the direction of the large snake curled up several feet away from you. “Understood?”

You gulped heavily and nodded. Starting off slowly, you gave him the first kitten licks, tasting the salt of his foreskin on your taste buds. You wrapped your lips tightly around the head and gave it a gentle suck, hollowing your cheeks to create a vacuum. Riddle hissed at the warm enveloping sensation covering his cock with each bob of your head. You continued sliding down, trying to fit as much of him as possible, but you had to stop mid-way to help yourself with one hand, stroking the impressive length, and went back to his tip, swirling your tongue in the same rhythm you were jerking him off with. You pulled away to pay attention to his shiny slit and softly brushed it with your thumb, smearing his arousal.

Meanwhile, Michael pulled your panties to the side and blew on your aching core, making both of your holes clench around nothing. He parted your folds, dipping his long fingers into your wetness, before he thrust two of them inside you, making you whine around Tom’s cock. It was so unexpected that you slightly brushed your teeth over his sensitive flesh, and the next moment you knew he slipped his dick out of your mouth and gave you a hard slap across your cheek.

“Watch your fucking teeth!” He looked at you with so much rage and anger in his eyes that your insides flattered in fear. He slapped your lower lip with the tip of his cock and then traced it to your flushed, crimson cheek.

A loud “smack” accompanied with a wet, obscene sound of the mix of your saliva and Tom’s precum made your head dizzy. Tears started streaming down your face, and you tried to blink them away, and what was more important, not to meet the heavy gaze of Riddle’s jet black eyes.

Michael seemed to know what exactly he was doing. Tom and he had always been different with girls. His friend liked it hard and rough, while Michael could perfectly do both: edge a pretty girl from dusk till dawn until she was a whining mess under him or fuck the living shit out of her. It was all about his mood. That was why before you appeared in the Chamber, they had agreed that he would do all your preparation. Michael watched Riddle and you attentively, noticing the way your shoulders trembled as you took Tom back into your mouth, how you instinctively parted your legs and pushed your pussy out on a full display for him.

He slid the panties down to your ankles, where your jeans were pooling and spread your ass cheeks. His soft, velvet tongue licked a wide stripe from your puffy clit to a clenched, puckering asshole, making you shift forward and choke on Riddle’s cock. It fell out from your mouth, and your head nearly banged against the mattress. You whined, shaking with every cell of your body, when Langdon’s tongue swirled around your clit as if he was licking off the tastiest weep cream, and then his lips closed around it, sucking gently. Your nails dug into the mattress, and you closed your eyes shut in a pathetic attempt to stay in this reality and not to drift off into the sea of pure, electric pleasure. You could not let yourself do that. Not when Riddle was still before you, waiting for you to recollect yourself and finish him. But Michael was so good. He was lapping up on your dripping pussy, drinking from it as if your juices were the sweetest nectar and your wet, puffy folds — the ripest peaches he was glad to savor.

“Oh my God,” you cried out when he added two fingers at once while still sucking on your clit. He pumped them in and out a couple of times and then crooked them inwards, brushing right against the spongy spot inside you. It took Michael mere seconds to figure out how exactly you liked to be pleasured. He spread his fingers like scissors and used the heel of his palm to press it against your clit — each time he moved his digits, it stimulated your bundle of nerve. His flushed cock that was laying heavily in the crease of his pelvis, twitched at the sound of moans you were producing.

The ticklish sensation in your stomach became almost unbearable. You tried to hold it back in order not to give Michael and Tom the pleasure of mocking you for cumming from there manipulations, but you knew you were destined to lose. Feeling the pressure unwinding deep inside you, you hurried to stuff your mouth with Riddle’s cock to silence your loud scream. Moaning around his length, you let go off your orgasm, letting it break through the dam and flood you with an earth-shattering pleasure. Your pussy quivered around Michael’s fingers, hips bucked in convulsions as you exploded into million pieces under him. Of course, it did not go unnoticed.

“Such a good girl,” Langdon hummed approvingly and pulled his fingers out. Tom beckoned him and looked down at you, admiring the view of your flushed face and a fucked out look in your eyes. He took his cock out of your mouth, and let Michael bring his finger to your puffy, abused lips.

“Suck,” he ordered, and the blond man shoved his digits into your mouth, your tongue instinctively wrapping around them. You looked at Tom with wide eyes, but you did not really see him. You felt like floating, euphoria fogged your mind and did not allow you to think straight. Riddle thought if he had slapped you at that moment you probably would not have reacted.

Michael bent over, pressing his bare torso against your back to make sure he got a full view of your eager mouth tasting your cum off his fingers. He shoved them down your throat and outstretched your cheek with his thumb just for the sake of seeing how much of him you could take.

“The wetter they get, the less it’s gonna hurt,” he whispered in your ear. You sucked harder, coating his pads with your saliva. The taste of your own juices, Tom’s cock, and Michael’s skin was extremely arousing. You felt the wetness pooling between your thighs again and mentally slapped yourself for being such a whore. Even the fear of anal did not stop you from secretly wanting it.

When Langdon decided it was enough, he removed his fingers from your mouth and got back to his position behind you. He gently pushed on the small of your back, making you arch your spine a bit more. While you were still relaxed and pliant from your orgasm, he used this opportunity to bring his fingers to your tight asshole and slowly massaged it. You whined and covered your burning face with your hands, trying to hide the embarrassment.

“Relax,” Michael playfully tapped your ass cheek and in circular motion penetrated your entrance to the first knuckle. Just a tip to start with. You involuntarily clenched around him, not being able to relax. Every muscle of your body was chained to anticipation and fear of the unknown. Was it going hurt? Tom and Michael were big, and you doubted that your tight little hole could handle them both.

“I said, relax,” he used the rest of his fingers to reach to your clit and tease it. Your body reacted immediately, visibly relaxing from his touch.

Tom who was stroking his cock in front of your face, chuckled amusingly.

“Why don’t you occupy her? If you keep her distracted, she won’t clench that asshole.”

You hated that they spoke about you in the third person as if you were not there, as if you were nothing but a fuck toy for them. Your head flew up when you felt the tip of Michael’s cock against your pussy. You looked over your shoulder to meet the stare of his icy blue eyes.

“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” he mused, rubbing the head along your sensitive folds.

Without taking his eyes off of you, he slipped inside your heat with his finger still buried in your asshole. He went past the first rim of your sphincter and froze for a second to let you adjust. You could swear there were stars before your eyes. Never had you ever felt so full in your entire life. His cock, judging by the feeling of it, was as big and Riddle’s one, deliciously stretching you out with every inch of its lengh.

“That’s it,” Tom grinned and sank to his knees before you to cup your face in his hands, lifting it up from the mattress. “Relax, little slut. Let him fill you up nice and hard.” He dropped his one hand to get a grip of his cock. Stroking it lazily, he started jerking himself off to the obscene sound of Michael’s flesh slapping against your ass.

Langdon snapped his hips forward and started building up a steady rhythm of thrusts and his manipulations with your asshole. You were taking him so well, he spread you out for him to watch his cock disappearing in and out of your pussy, claiming it as his. Each roll of his hips hit right at your sweet spots. When he slowed down to give you especially deep thrusts, you lost your mind. You cried out and shook your head so violently that Tom had to let go off of your face. Tears spilled out from the corners of your eyes, and you cried out a loud “Michaeeeeel,” at the top of your lungs. You felt so week that you did not even have the strength to clench the tight ring of muscles when he added his middle finger. Working his way, Langdon never stopped the movement of his hips, drawing loose figure-eights and swaying them back and forth.

Tom’s hand, wrapped around his hard-on, was sliding along his shaft with a sloppy sound; he stroked the underside of it where a thick throbbing vein was located, and a low groan instantly fell from his lips. He closed his eyes in pure bliss and threw his head back, messing his short raven hair up. His agonizingly beautiful face was contoured in pleasure as he drove himself closer to his orgasm.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered and stood up on his feet. Somehow, you managed to obey and did as he had told you, sticking your tongue out for him. Your breasts bounced vulgarly with every thrust of Michael’s cock. The fact you were still half-dressed (in tugged turtleneck and jeans around your ankles) and thus looked like a filthy whore who was ready to be fucked wherever and whenever Langdon and Riddle wanted to, was driving you crazy. You watched the way Tom’s cock with a purple tip throbbed and twitched in his palm, indicating his upcoming release.

Everything happened simultaneously. Michael’s free hand covered your clit and rolled it between his fingers, his digits in your ass massaged it in a matching rhythm with his hips, sending you to the edge in seconds. Right at that moment, when your pussy started pulsing around Langdon’s cock, Tom came with a loud moan, painting your face with white ribbons of his cum. Some of it got on your tongue and lips, but you did not dare to lick it all off without his command. His hand yanked your head back roughly, and he made sure that cum covered not only your mouth but your prominent cheekbones as well.

“Drop dead gorgeous,” he praised and gave your wet, cum-stained cheek a light slap. He collected the pearly beads with his thumb and pressed it against your tongue. “Here, have a taste.”

You felt extremely sensitive, it was almost painful for you to take Michael who sped up his thrusts. Sucking on Tom’s fingers as if they were a fucking pacifier, you wriggled your hips, trying to give him a silent hint that it was all too much for you, but ended up taking him even deeper.

“Fuck,” Langdon swore, and with the last sway of his hips, he spilled inside you. You felt his cock pulsing, and even though you had already finished, your pussy clenched around him one more time, squeezing every drop of cum out of him. Sweat beaded on your forehead, the remains of clothes stuck to your body like the second skin. Michael’s load filled you up to the brim, and when he finally pulled out, it was dripping out of you slit down to your thighs, covering your skin like shiny pearls. He removed his fingers from your asshole as well, leaving you undeniably open and stretched out for him.

As soon as he loosened the grip on your pelvis, you fell onto the mattress, breathing heavily. Lying there like a useless toy with your arms and legs bent outwards, the only thing that you wanted was to go back to your dorm and sleep for days. Exhaustion crushed onto you like a tsunami, destroying the remains of your pride and dignity. Your limbs were numb, jelly-like, and you winced at the dull ache in your core when you tried to close your legs.

A pair of strong arms scooped you from the mattress and forced you into a sitting position as if you were nothing but an obedient puppet. You scrunched up your nose, a broken, disappointed moan slipped off your lips, as Tom grabbed the hem of your turtleneck and pulled it up to take it off completely. At least, it became easier to breathe. You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to brush the combs, but soon realized that it was a waste of time. Your hand dropped helplessly on your thigh where numerous purple bruises from Michael’s grip started to bloom across your skin. Riddle’s cum mixed with your tears began to dry on your cheeks, giving you an unpleasant tingling, and you tried to wipe it off with the back of your palm. What a mess.

Michael gracefully dropped on his knees. He grabbed your left foot in his hand and gently traced his fingers up from your toes to the area between the heel and the ball, stroking you and moving up to your ankle. He helped you get rid of your jeans and tossed them aside on the cool floor of the Chamber.

“Please, I can’t do this,” you whispered, shaking your head. They clearly were not done with you, but you were afraid that you would eventually pass out if they continued assaulting your further.

Langdon leaned forward and sensually caressed your cheek, running his fingers along your jaw until he reached the velvet of your lips. You looked up at him through hooded leads and sighed. It was the first time when he actually kissed you. His soft, plush lips brushed against yours passionately, he grabbed you by your chin and slightly tilted your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you. He caught your lower lip between his teeth and playfully bit on it, drawing a couple of drops of blood and immediately licking them off. Having spread your legs with his knee, Michael nestled between your thighs and pulled away from you with a barely audible moan. He was good at playing the game where he soothed, deceived you and made you think he was going to be nice with you, but then ruined you completely.

“You can and you will, baby,” his beautiful blond hair was disheveled, pupils blown and obscured with lust and desire. He palmed your breasts and looked down at them to enjoy the way they bounced in his hands.

“As if she has a choice,” Tom scoffed, positioning himself behind you. “C’mon Michael, we need to hurry, otherwise, you will have to finger her ass again.”

“Not that I would mind,” a cheeky grin spread across Langdon’s lips, and he placed an open-mouthed kiss on your cum-stained cheek before he leaned back on his heels to give Tom more space.

Riddle wrapped his left arm around your shoulders and used his right one for leverage when he lied back on the mattress and brought you closer to his chest. He bent his knees and plant his feet on the soft surface to not only help himself balance, but also position himself more comfortably behind you. When he was steady, he spread your legs wider, putting his erect cock right at your clenching entrance. You were on a full display for Michael who was standing right between your things. A blush bloomed across your cheeks when you saw the way his lips curled into a smirk at the view of your glistening slit and loose asshole. You wished the cool floor of the chamber could swallowed you up in flames from how embraced you were. A shiver jolted through your spine when you felt the head of Tom’s cock pressing against your little hole. You held your breath and looked at Michael with wide eyes.

“All the way in,” he said in a sing-song tone, watching how marvelously your body was adjusting to Riddle’s size. You gasped and closed your eyes shut, gripping at the mattress beneath you so tightly, your knuckles turned white. Despite that fact that Michael had prepared you, it still hurt like hell. You cried out, and Tom let go off your hips for a second to take his time and spit on his palm. Having smeared the saliva all over his cock and your opening, he proceeded to penetrate you. You trashed and wriggled your butt on top of him, making it almost impossible for him to thrust up.

“Keep fucking still,” he grunted in your ear and then sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder, leaving a burgundy red print. It was a lost battle from the very beginning. You knew it was over for you when Michael shifted towards and wrapped his fingers around your ankles like shackles.

“Shhh,” he cooed and leaned forward to give your nipples small kitten lips. He looked at you through his curly fringe, catching your gaze, and swirled his pink tongue around your hardening buds. “Be a good little slut, sugar.”

“This is too much,” you sobbed, throwing your head back on Tom’s shoulder. His hair was tickling your ear every time he shifted, trying to find the right position, and you could feel his chest rising and falling with every rapid breath.

“You can complain all you want,” Michael arched his brows. “Look at yourself,” his slender fingers traced from your chin down to your sharp collarbones, tense stomach and lower, to your pussy. “He has penetrated you with just a tip of his cock, and you are already wet.” And just to demonstrate the shameful truth he collected the wetness of your slit and showed it to you.

“I’m not even surprised, Michael...oh, fuck,” Tom moaned as he continued sinking into your asshole. “Whores like her would sell their souls to the Devil for a chance to be split on a good, fat cock. And you, sweetheart,” he emphasized the pet name with a thrust of his hips, bouncing you on his length, “have the privilege to take two at once, so if I were you, I would be more appreciative.”

When he bottomed all the way down, Riddle stopped to brush his wet hair off his forehead and take a breath. He started off slowly, rolling his hips in lazy circles. Michael’s fingers were nothing in comparison with the feeling of a real cock in your asshole. The dull pain started to fade away, and the first moan of pleasure escaped your throat, when Tom bucked his hips up, going a bit deeper.

Langdon could not take his eyes off of you two. You were a panting mess in the arm of his friend who was doing his best not to let go of all his self-control and fuck the living shit out of you. Michael knew Tom was going to snap soon. He licked his lips and helped you bring your knees up towards your chest and rest your feet on the tops of Tom’s knees for extra support. This position allowed the Slytherin Heir to enter you at a particularly sharp angle and brush the tip of his cock against all the sensitive spots inside you. His hand reached down to his cock, and he pulled it out but just to thrust his shaft right back in.

“C’mon, dude, stuff the bitch up,” he growled, his hand cupping your breast and squeezing it hard.

Riddle did not have to repeat twice. Michael aligned himself with your entrance and filled you up in one swift motion. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and the scream that tore up your chest was so loud that even Basilisks shifted in his spot. Tom and Michael moaned in unison, thriving off your whimpers and pleas. Their hands roamed over your body, playing with oversensitive nipples, pulling your hair, griping on your sides and trembling thighs. They were everywhere. The air was thick and smelled like sex, suffocating you. Your head was spinning.

Your mouth fell agape when you looked down and started watching Michael’s cock thrusting in and out of your throbbing core, feeling you to the brim. Your muscles were sore, and if it had not been for him and Tom holding you firmly, you would have already collapsed. When it was clear that you were no longer hurting and moans of pleasure rang through the room, bouncing off the stone walls, they started fucking you like two animals, devouring your insides. You felt dirty: the sloppy sound that was filling the Chamber was the result of Michael’s cum, your arousal and so much saliva that it was drooling down your thighs on the mattress. Red, white and back dots danced before your eyes, as you orgasmed around two pulsing cocks with a cry. It hit you so unexpectedly that for a second you stopped breathing and wrapped your arms around Michael’s neck with such strength he had to hiss at you in a warning.

“No, no, no more,” you begged as he covered your clit with his hand and started rubbing on it harshly.

“Keep milking my cock, slut,” Langdon pulled away, unlocking your embrace, and laced his hand around your neck. He kept slamming inside you at animalistic speed, and Tom was trying to match the pace. You were clenching around Riddle so violently that he was on the verge of losing his mind. He ground your hips against him, making you take him and Michael as deep as possible. The more they pushed your legs towards your chest, the shallower the penetration was. Their long, hard dicks hit all the perfect sports at once, and if you had not already been so oversensitive, you would have found it enjoyable, but since three groundbreaking orgasms had pierced through you, you were a goner.

They did not listen to you at all. Competing who would bring you to your fourth orgasm of the night, Tom and Michael went all the way in. Langdon towered over you, his nostrils flared with each thrust of his hips, blue eyes stared right through you. Every moan they elicited from you stroke their egos and urged them to go deeper. Harder.

The sensation of two cocks moving inside you, stuffing you to the hilt was indescribable. When Tom pulled out and spread your ass cheeks to demonstrate Michael his stretched out you were, you nearly blacked out.

“You were fucking born for this,” Riddle praised you, venom dripping through every word.

You knew they were getting close by the way their movements became more hectic, uneven, they started to slow down and switched to deliciously long, hard thrusts. You gritted your teeth and with a deep sigh gathered the remains of all your strength. You were going to hold on and let them finish.

Michael pelvis rubbed against your clit as he kept pounding you, and although you thought it was impossible for you to cum one more time, the build-up pressure was about to unwind.

Three. Two. One. And that was it. The pressure of their cocks inside your ass and pussy became unbearable and you exploded into million pieces, quivering around them so hard that Tom and Michael followed you right after. Hot loads of cum were shot inside you, filling you up and spilling out, running down your thighs. You saw Michael’s face contorted in bliss, and the thought of how painfully beautiful he looked at that moment made you shiver and bite the inside of your cheek in order to suppress another moan.

“Don’t pull out,” he told Tom while looking down at your core. They stayed inside you for about a minute, which seemed like an eternity for you, ignoring your whines. Michael watched the mix of their cum dripping out of your folds in awe.

They pulled out carefully, trying their best to keep the liquid inside you. The sudden feeling of emptiness was extremely uncomfortable.

“Close your legs,” Riddle whispered, and you obeyed, clenching your thighs to make sure that every drop of cum was secured. He rolled you off himself, and you tiredly sprawled out on the mattress with your hands between your legs, sighing under your breath at how wet and sticky you were.

Your throat was burning from your cries, an extremely rough blowjob, and dehydration in general. As soon as your cheek touched the soft material, you closed your eyes and wished upon solitude and peace. At that moment you did not even care if they killed you. Being too fucked out, your brain was unable to function, and your sore body refused to feel anything but numbness. You heard them saying something, but you were not sure if they were addressing you. Everything was spinning. The dark colors of the Chamber swirled around you, turning into one dark spot, which enveloped you like an abyss, shutting off your ability to see or hear anything. It was only you and darkness that you were thankful for, because it wrapped you in its arms and kissed your temples, dragging you deeper into oblivion. Away from Michael and Tom.

xxx

“Y/N, wake up! Wake up, you are gonna be late for Transfiguration!”

“Is she dead?”

“Shut up, Pansy, of course, she is not. Wake up, sleeping beauty!”

You slowly opened your eyes meeting the worried stares of your roommates. The girls stood around you in a small circle, the look on their faces showed their surprise that you, a Slytherin prefect, had overslept for the first time in ages.

“I-...” you licked your dried lips and cleared your throat, wincing at the burning pain in your throat.

“Are you alright? Do we need to take you to Madam Pomfrey?”

You shook your head at pulled the blanket up higher to cover yourself up. The memories of the previous night flashed before your eyes, and your hands flew up to your cheeks, searching for the traces of cum. The skin was smooth as silk.

“Yes, thank you, I am fine… I just overslept” your voice sounded low and raspy, but you managed to give the girls a weak smile, and soon enough they left you alone, so you could get dressed.

It took you a couple of minutes to calm down your mad heartbeat and lift the covers up to look down at your body. The ache between your legs and the overall feeling of exhaustion indicated that the view was not going to be pretty.

“Oh my God,” you gasped at the sight of your stomach that was blooming with purple irises of hickeys and bruises. They were all over your breasts — and you were sure the neck too — abdomen, and thighs. You spread your legs carefully and touched your core with your fingers, moaning at how puffy and sore your folds were. You pressed your head into the pillow and let out a muffled groan. It was not a dream after all. The presence of their cocks inside you was as tangible as ever.

Your legs felt like jello when you slowly put them on the wooden floor. Closing your eyes tiredly, you shook your head, letting it fall down in your palms. What were you supposed to do? Tell Dumbledore? Tom and Michael were two psychopaths, and whatever the plan they had, it was not going to turn out good for any of you. The first thing that seemed right to do was to take a shower and wash the ghost of their touches off your body.

The water was soothing, sliding down your sides, and with a deep sigh, you sank to your knees on a tile floor. You could not tell anybody because in that case, you would also have to confess what a filthy whore you had been when you had cum on both cocks.

After a long hot shower, you wrapped your body in a soft, fluffy blanket and made your way to the empty dorm. You needed to get rid of the diary, just throw it away into the depth of the Room of Requirement, and forget the entire experience like a bad dream. “Well, not so bad,” your heart skipped a beat at the thought, and you groaned at your own ignorance.

xxx

“Out of sight, out of mind,” you murmured, standing in the Room of Requirement with the diary in your hand. The cover was warm, and when you smoothed it with your fingers, for a second it seemed like the notebook was pulsing, as if it was a living creature.

You closed your eyes and turned around, so your back would face the numerous piles of the things students had left in the room throughout the years. Your unclenched your fingers and threw the diary as far as you could behind yourself. It landed somewhere with a thud.

“That’s it,” you stormed your way out of the Room, and headed to your next class, trying not to limp and considering if Obliviate would be the best charm to perform in order to forget that night.

But did you really want to erase Riddle and Langdon from your mind? The blond and the brunette. They were like coffee and milk, enigmatic, and incredibly dangerous. You definitely needed some time to recover before you could think straight again. For the rest of the day, you were completely zoned out.

xxx

“Excuse me,” a high-pitched tone interrupted your conversation with Winona Flint who was a sister of Marcus, a Slytherin seeker. You turned your head at the intruder to see a second-year boy who was holding a package in his hands.

“Hey, what’s up?” You wondered, and raised your finger up, asking your friend to pause the story she was telling you.

“I was told to give this to you,” he handed you the package, and you took it from his hands with a frown.

It did not have any address on it, just a plain wrapping paper; the gift was anonymous. You quickly tore up the packaging and almost dropped it on the floor when your fingers brushed against the familiar hardcover.

“Who sent you to me?” your voice cracked.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Winona asked, having noticed your reaction. She curiously looked over your shoulder to examine the gift. “What’s that?”

“Tom Riddle and Michael Langdon,” the boy answered. “They said it was yours.”

You were in for one hell of a ride.

*Let me see (Latin)

**J.K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

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FIC: Side Effects ch.1 (baon)

Summary: In the aftermath of from the events in 'Internal Disputes' and 'Bedside Stories', the fallout has an effect on everyone and they all have their own issues to deal with.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Fluff

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Waking up alone was not unusual in the scheme of things. That was most days and even on weekends the bed next to Stretch would usually be empty by the time he was ready to roll out for the day. Which wasn’t to say he’d never been awakened early by an amorous and handsy Edge, ready for a different kind of wakeup call, but Stretch tended to fall back asleep afterward. In his humble opinion, it wasn’t worth getting out of bed until there was some form of light outside and that was a fact that Stretch was willing to stand by, with plenty of Twitter polls on his side.

So when he reached out sleepily to sweep a hand over the sheets, he wasn’t exactly surprised when the only thing that greeted his touch was 1000-thread count sheets. A little disappointed, yeah, a smidge grouchy, absolutely, but definitely not surprised.

Stretch sighed and rolled over to give the ceiling fan a good stare. It only stayed in place innocently, the fan blades not pausing one whit at his mood. Which, to be fair, Stretch wasn’t exactly sure he could even classify his current mood; right now it was more a jambalaya than any single ingredient. What a week.

After the kitchen crisis, once Edge got his fill of groping Stretch’s soul, they’d gone upstairs, Stretch helping Edge to hop along for once rather than gathering up his crutches. That’d been a comedy of errors right there, they’d probably looked like some kind of tortured three-legged race, hobbling along. They’d gone right to bed, do not pass go, skip the two-hundred, and lain there wrapped around each other, Edge still petting his sternum even though his soul was no longer visible. Stretch really had no idea when he’d fallen asleep or when Edge crept out of bed, but it must’ve been a fun trip downstairs without his crutches. Hopefully not a literal one.

Stretch gave up on his contemplation of the ceiling fan to glance at his phone. The time made him blink. After using so much magic to heal Red, he’d been expecting to sleep in ‘til noon before guiltily creeping out to feed the ladies. But unless he’d accidentally changed the time zone, it was only nine o’clock. Huh. Magic drain was exhausting and he hadn’t eaten so much as a piece of burnt toast afterward and yet, he didn’t feel tired. Honestly, he almost felt energized, ready to get up and face the day.

Was this how Edge always felt in the morning? That was kind of terrifying. No wonder only half of the brotherly teams got to be energetic, hell, just thinking about Red waking up with his battery fully charged was giving him the creeps, he’d probably try to take over the world.

Thinking of that little pain-in-the-ass goblin made him wince. He really hoped Red was doing okay. There were no text messages waiting for him, but maybe Edge knew.

Welp, may as well get up and go find out. Maybe they’d be going on with the shitty continuation of opposite week, where he got to be the protective one, Edge got to lay around all day, and both of them would be a lot happier when things got back to normal.

The bedroom was a little chilly outside the toasty warm blankets, enough that he scrambled over to where his bathrobe was hung on the back of the bedroom door. Stretch slipped it on over his bare bones. Real clothes could come after coffee. He opened the door and that was when he heard muffled voices that were definitely not from the television. Kinda early for reasonable visitors and Stretch tightened the belt on his bathrobe, no point in giving a free show, and peered downstairs to see what sort of nefarious characters decided to drop by this time.

Honestly, they needed one of those prohibited door signs, except they could cross off ‘solicitors’ and write in ‘drama’. Stretch had pretty much had his fill of that sort of excitement, thanks.

But nefarious probably wasn’t the best way to describe the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Monsters who were standing at their kitchen door with Edge. Familiar Monsters, actually, Stretch thought they worked at the Embassy. In their hands were mops and carriers loaded with cleaning supplies. Their pointed ears swiveled in his direction and they looked up in unison, both giving him a wave as they went into the kitchen, although what the hell that wary look was for, he wasn’t sure. Usually he wasn’t considered the scary skeleton in the closet in this relationship.

Usually.

Edge was leaning on his crutches and as soon as Stretch got a good look, relief flooded his soul. He was looking pretty bright-eyed himself even minus the tail, and his smile was warm.

“Good morning, love.” Edge called up. There was no sign left of his near-breakdown the night before, so maybe a snuggly night’s sleep did him some good. Firmly competent looked like the phrase of the day and Stretch was down with that, he really was.

30 seconds on the stairs seemed like a criminal waste of time this morning and Stretch shortcutted down instead, very nearly right on top of Edge. He happily ignored his husband’s exasperated sigh, stealing a kiss before he murmured, “mornin’. what’s going on?”

Not that he couldn’t guess, they probably weren’t using the mops to whip up a five-course meal.

Once Edge was finished shaking his head in fond resignation over unnecessary teleportation, he pulled him close, trying to work out a way to hold him around the crutches. It took him a minute to whomp up a strategy that let him lean a little weight on Stretch, the rest on a carefully balanced crutch, and none at all on his casted foot, and only then did Edge offer up a lingering return kiss of his own.

By the time, he drew back, Stretch almost forgot his own question and Edge’s satisfied smirk meant he knew it, even as he said, “Sans sent a team over to check on our kitchen. What’s left of it. He explained to them about how the experiment you were doing went wrong and they’re going to handle the mess. I’m sure he would have brought them himself, but Red is still sleeping off that hangover.”

Coded message received, Red was doing okay. But it was the previous little tidbit that cut through his relief and brought his thoughts to a screeching halt. His mouth dropped open, excuse me, his experiment? And he couldn’t say a damn thing, not with those guys working in the kitchen with the satellite dishes they had for ears all prepped to listen in on some sweet gossip. All he could do was glare at Edge, whose eye lights glittered with obvious amusement.

Dude, not cool. That was going to be all over the Embassy and probably topple the whole ‘showing up naked in a sheet’ as his highest rated fiasco. What a dick move, he liked to come up with his own disasters, thanks, he didn’t need help. Except, of the two of them, people would buy him blowing up the kitchen over Edge at about a thousand to one ratio. Which was probably why Sans came up with that scenario to begin with.

Stretch sighed. Welp, the cover story was out there and now they had to roll with it. Yeah, okay, he could take one for the team, but if he was taking the heat for this, it better have a reward, sexual favors preferred, and not from Sans, either.

He and Edge could discuss a payment plan later.

“that was very nice of sans,” Stretch gritted out. He jerked his head towards the kitchen. “are they even going to be able to clean it all up?”

“Possibly, but I’m not going to try.” Edge gave him another light kiss around his scowl, then let go and headed for the sofa. His small groan of relief as he put his foot up was a pretty damn big clue that he’d probably been standing too long. “I’ve decided with the amount of damage, I’d like to do a full remodel, instead.”

“yeah?” He knelt down to help Edge get his casted foot settled on the pillows. Most of the red paint on it was cleared away, leaving the drawings and signatures underneath tinted pink but it didn’t look too bad. Which meant Edge was probably up way too early if he’d gotten that cleaned up, the brat.

But back on subject before his brain train rattled off the wrong way. Huh, kitchen remodel. Edge had been living here for a few years before Stretch, and the kitchen was definitely his personal territory so if he wanted a makeover, totally his choice. To be honest, he’d sort of expected Edge to be distraught over his kitchen, but right now, he seemed pretty damn serene.

“i mean, yeah, you should. treat yourself.” He gave Edge a sour look, adding dryly, “not like i can complain, since i did ruin your kitchen and all. with my ‘experiments’.” Since their cleaning crew could hear but not see, he went ahead and gave it the whole finger quotes treatment. Probably needed to get Sans to give him the details about ‘the wreckening’, unless his plan was to go all ‘we don’t talk about science club’ with it.

A gloved hand smoothed over his skull, ripe with silent apology. Stretch leaned into it and let it mollify him, for now. “Today they’re only handling basic cleaning up. I’ll contact the building team and see when they’ll be available, and we can work out a plan. Did you want to help me pick out new tile?”

Uh. About as much as he wanted to install a few chalkboards around the house and give ‘em a good scratch whenever he walked by.

Edge must’ve read that off his face like a headline, because his mouth curved in faint amusement. “Then I’d like to ask a favor.”

“anything.” Seriously, picking out tile with Edge sounded as entertaining as weekend plans to watch paint dry. No pun intended.

“Someday, I will teach you all to ask for terms before agreeing so readily,” Edge murmured, almost to himself, then louder, “I have a couple pairs of trousers that I’d like you to take into the tailor for alterations. I’ve already spoken to them and given them measurements, but I need for the pant leg to fit around my cast for when I go back to work next week. I’m afraid my current attire doesn’t exactly fit with dress code.”

Edge looked down at himself in distaste and Stretch had to agree; it’d been pretty weird to see Edge lounging around in shorts all week long. Not that Stretch was complaining, he was fine with bare bones, even put up a good argument for it, which Edge successfully disputed with a firm ‘no’. Of course, he’d paired those shorts with plain t-shirts, no sweaters or button-ups even if he was chilly, because Angel forbid he doesn’t match, seriously, Edge might lose his membership to ‘Sharp Dressed Monthly’. But yeah, if he went into the Embassy dressed like that, they might arrest him as like, a spy or a clone or something.

“yeah, you gotta follow dress code. you don’t want janice to have to punish you for being a bad boy,” Stretch said, slyly, just to see if he could get Edge’s socket to twitch. “that’s my job.”

Edge ignored that because he was boring that way. “A sense of normalcy would be much appreciated as well.”

That had a certain weariness layered beneath it and Stretch tossed his playfulness on a mental shelf for later use. He settled a hand over Edge’s gloved one, squeezing gently as he asked softly, “babe? you okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine.” His firm tone of voice was pretty convincing, but, maybe he wasn’t quite as okay as he seemed? Hard to tell and there was no way Edge wasn’t going to put up a good front with anyone else in the house. “I did want to ask, have you considered allowing me to speak with your therapist for my assessment? I’m not trying to rush you, there’s plenty of time, I’m only working on planning out my week.”

“i--” Stretch sank back on his heels, swallowing hard. He hadn’t considered it, honestly, he’d mostly forgotten about it with everything else going on.

He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it, but it made his soul feel weirdly tight and itchy. If Edge spoke to his therapist, she’d be talking to him knowing all the things Stretch had told her in confidence, all the things he hadn’t even been able to speak of to Edge. Those were the sessions he was speaking more to the carpet than his therapist, but it was still a relief to get it out, lancing mental wounds he’d had for so long he barely noticed the pain anymore. But, so what, did he really think she’d be blabbing it to Edge? Her experiences with him and Sans probably made her the most qualified Human on the planet to help Edge through any problems or trauma. She’d take good care of him, and suddenly the choice was an easy one.

He reached out and cupped Edge’s face in his hand, fingertips grazing the crack through his socket. “you know what, yeah. call her. i trust you both.”

“Thank you,” Edge told him with quiet sincerity. He took Stretch’s hand in both his own, drawing it over to press a light kiss against his knuckles. “For trusting me.” Then he promptly betrayed it by shifted his grip to Stretch’s wrist and pulled, toppling him into his lap. He yelped, trying to keep most of his weight off Edge before he hurt his fool self, but it was useless with Mister Grabby Hands holding on tight. “And I’m sorry, what was that about me being a bad boy? I think you’re the one who gets into the most trouble in this relationship, hmmm?”

“you’d think, but i ain’t the one with a broken foot...edge!” He squealed a laugh as Edge gave him a poke in the ribs, right where he was most ticklish. He let up for a second, letting Stretch catch his breath, only to double down, tickling madly while Stretch squirmed and shrieked. One leg kicked out without his permission, narrowly missing a lamp on the side table, and Stretch gasped out through laughter, “stop! haven’t we broken enough lately?”

Before Edge could offer his opinion on that, heck, maybe he was hoping to remodel the living room, too, the kitchen door swung open and two burly Monsters bustled on out, mops in hand and just in time to catch a front row seat.

“Okay, so we’ve got the worst of--whoops, sorry!”

The tall guy took an instinctive step back, right into the shorter one, who hastily turned to try getting out of the way. Only he forgot about the mop in his hands, and it turned with him, smacking his companion in the face with a wet slap. That sent his buddy reeling, swinging around to give the mop treatment right back.

While they were working on their Stooges impression, Stretch hastily scrambled out of Edge’s lap to his feet, barely avoiding the fingertips that tried to snag onto him again, not this time, brat. That didn’t stop the heat of a blush scalding across his cheek bones as he yanked his robe down modestly, yeah, there was more gossip for the Embassy, if Tall Boy and The Short One ever stopped sputtering through their facefuls of dirty mop.

A glance at Edge didn’t help, either, his face was schooled to calmness already, not even cracking a smile at the comedy gold in front of him. How was it he managed to look cool and professional with one foot in a cast and gym shorts? He probably didn’t even need to modify his trousers, one sharp look would shut any complainers right up. Even his damn t-shirt looked freshly ironed. Meanwhile, Stretch was feeling kinda sweaty and unwashed in his bathrobe, and he hadn’t even had coffee yet. A mop in the face might even feel refreshing right about now, but that seemed like a thought best kept to himself.

“Thank you for your help,” Edge said evenly, sitting as regal as a King on his…uh…sofa. The two Stooges paused, and the power of Edge’s gaze seemed like enough to straighten them out, both of them turning back to Edge, nodding and smiling.

“Hey, no problem!” Tall Boy said heartily. “Anything to help out you and Sans.”

“Yeah, no problem, anything to help out,” The Short One agreed. “If you have any other...erm...” He slanted a knowing look at Stretch, like he hadn’t been re-enacting an entire slapstick routine two minutes ago right in their living room, “…experiment issues, give us a call.”

”oh, i sure will,” Stretch muttered darkly. “for all my ‘experiment issue’ needs.” He stalked over to the front door and held it open, forcing a smile, “but thanks guys, really appreciate it.”

Took a few more head bobs, but eventual Stretch managed to herd them out the door, mops and all. When he turned back to Edge, his head was dropped back against the sofa, his sockets closed. That stoic mask faded back a bit, leaving behind weariness.

Yeeeah, that disguise was slipping more by the minute. Stretch sat back down next to him. “babe, are you sure you’re okay? lotta shit went down yesterday.”

Edge opened his sockets and offered him a faint smile. “Yes.” He reached out and ran his thumb gently across Stretch’s cheek bone. “I’m only a little tired.” His smile turned wry. “I can guess some of what you’re thinking, you know. Yesterday was difficult, and yes, my kitchen is important to me. But I’ve been very recently reminded that nothing is as important as the people in my life. You’re safe, my brother is safe. Your brother, Sans, Papyrus, Jeff and Antwan. Everyone I care about is safe. It’s something to be grateful for, isn’t it?”

“yeah, it is,” Stretch agreed slowly. It was, but it didn’t mean Edge could turn off his emotions about it like a water spigot or even that he should. Maybe it was a good thing Edge was gonna be talking to his therapist; if nothing else, she was damn talented at finding the X marks the spot to dig at. Stretch knew that from personal, and painful, experience. “we’ll get the kitchen taken care of, so long as no one gives those two hammers.”

“Cleaning duty is probably better for everyone involved,” Edge agreed.

Understatement. “it’ll take me a little while in town, why don’t you take a nap while i’m gone?”

It was mostly a rhetorical question, so he was surprised when Edge nodded. “I will, love. And I won’t touch any work until you get back.”

Good enough.

By the time he fed the chickens, got dressed, and headed back downstairs, Edge was already asleep, his foot propped on the sofa arm and the rest of him hidden beneath the fluffy blanket from the back of the couch. That was good, let him rest, let him find his balance again. Tempting as it was to straightened the blanket or give that much-loved skull a pat, Stretch kept his hands to himself. Better not to take the chance of startling him, Toriel wouldn’t be happy if he voided her warranty, but damn if he didn’t want to.

For all his doubts, the Stooges actually did a pretty good job of cleaning up the kitchen. The remains of the table were cleared away and so was the worst of the paint. Stretch poured himself a travel mug of coffee before heading out to the bus stop, garment bag in hand.

A stop at the tailors to get his baby some real pants would help him get back in the direction of the normal Edge was craving. He hoped. Looked like Opposite Week wasn’t quite finished yet but that was okay. Stretch didn’t mind getting to be the protector, for once.

-fin

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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Can I ask for Buccig with a S/o that has a lot of unusual pets? Like, they thought it was cats, dogs, even fishes or birds but nooo, one day they come out with a big ass snake on their shoulders 'She thinks I'm a tree' and then a giant tarantula 'He likes to high five!', and there's more from where these two came😈😂

Hi there, honey!! Aaaaaa I had so much fun writing iiiittt 😂😂😂 I tried to variate a bit the types of pets, putting in “weird” domestic animals, two for every of them! And I already apologize for the idiotic names I gave them, lol

Bruno’s gang with a s/o who has a lot of unusual pets

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

When he was a child, Bruno always wanted a pet. Unfortunately, his family couldn’t keep one, as his mother was allergic to cat fur and a dog would have been too demanding; so, Bruno never had one, even a hamster. Growing up, he never had the chance to have a pet, as he was always busy with Passione affairs, so he’s enthusiast when his s/o tells him they want him to know their adorable pets! He can’t wait for it!

While he goes to their home, he wonders which kind of pet his s/o has: a cat? A dog? Maybe a domestic bird? He’s so curious! And he’s absolutely shocked when, the moment they open the door, they show up with a big snake wrapped on their shoulders. His shocked expression is priceless! They can’t help but laugh loud, when he asks, in a whisper, if this is the “adorable pet” they said they had. At their nod and “Be gentle with Leroy McRoy!” Bruno could just whisper their snake’s name while they guided him to the living room, still laughing their ass off seeing his reaction.

The chameleon was more bearable, for Bruno. It was small, cute, in a certain sense… even if Bruno still isn’t over Leroy McRoy, he finds to like more Frizzy, their chameleon. In particular, Frizzy seems to like to nestle on Bruno’s shoulder and observe everything from here… All in all, it’s not bad, Bruno has to admit. Leroy McRoy and Frizzy are not the pets he was expecting, but… they’re lovely, in their way. He grows fond on them, helping you more and more to take care of them, even of Leroy McRoy. He has no problems in feeding him, but he’s still a bit reluctant to let him come on his shoulders! Especially because Frizzy is basically always here. He seems to like more Bruno than his original owner!

Leone Abbacchio

When he was little, Abbacchio had a dog, but they died when he was still a little child, so he doesn’t remember a lot of them. After them, his family never had anymore a pet, but Abbacchio never felt the urge to have one at home. When, then, he started to attend the Police academy and then he became a policeman, the possible time to dedicate to a pet became lesser and lesser, so he decided to never keep one. An animal was a serious duty, it wasn’t a joke: if he couldn’t take care of it properly, it was better not to have one at all!

He’s intrigued when his s/o says they, in fact, have a couple of pets. One seems already a great deal, but two… he admires his s/o for their love for animals! It’s not a common thing, all in all. He gladly accepts to come to their house to meet their pets, hoping them to be something small, such as an hamster or a small bird… even if he had familiarity with dogs, especially German shepherds, as, when he was a policeman, he had to go with the Squadra Cinofila, a couple of times, but he generally prefers smaller animals.

Well… his s/o has small pets, yes, but they’re definitely not a hamster or a bird, or something common at all. The moment he enters their living room, a red flash hops from the top of the bookcase to his head, almost making him freak out. His s/o is fast to grab it, whatever it was… and to introduce it to Leone. Red Nut, this was his s/o’s squirrel’s name, stares at Leone with unreadable eyes, squirming to try to free himself and run again on the man’s head. Leone just stays at a safe distance from him, glaring at him all the time, to his s/o’s utter amusement. It goes better with his s/o’s other pet, a quiet and cuddly hedgehog called Pinuccio that loved to roll up on his lap and gt belly up to be cuddled. Abbacchio can’t help but to huff a laugh, every time Pinuccio does it, while gently patting his soft belly. He never knew hedgehogs could be so cute!

Guido Mista

Mista never had a pet that was “just his”, nor a proper domestic pet, for all the matter. He was used to have around stray cats and dogs; he and his family feeded them, but they then slept somewhere else, not at home. They had their routes, their places; they were free. They let themselves be cuddled for a little, before getting up and trotting away again. Mista never felt the urge to keep one of them at home: wherever he turned around, a new dog or cat was waiting for a cuddle!

He’s happy to know, however, that his s/o has few animals! He just hopes they don’t have four pets… it’s be a disaster! He’d immediately bring them a fifth one. Everything, but not four! He relaxes just when his s/o reassures him that they have two pets, so everyone is safe from the Armageddon. Guido enters their home way more serene than before, ready to face… what? A cat? Two dogs? Oh, no, his s/o’s pets are far from this, he immediately notices, as they hand him a… what? A big lizard? They say it’s a bearded dragon and their name is Lizzy. From Lizard, they say, and he can’t help but to chuckle. Of course, he had to expect it…

Between Guido and Lizzy there’s immediate tuning. They’re both pretty chill, Lizzy has found such a nice spot on Mista’s shoulder where she can relax and nap… their other pet, however, it’s totally something else. He… doesn’t even know if it can be considered a pet. Can a tarantula be considered a pet? A tarantula named Octa? They say hell yes, all while keeping her on their hand. Mista never felt so disgusted and morbidly fascinated in one time. He even tries to keep her on his hand, but he manages to do it for just few seconds, before asking them to please take Octa on them again, making them laugh while they accomplish. Guido definitely prefers to stick with Lizzy!

Narancia Ghirga

When he was a child, his family used to have a cat. His mom loved that cat; it was a beautiful orange cat and they had been around since Narancia’s birth. However, after his mother’s death, his father immediately gave away the cat, breaking Narancia’s heart. Having the cat near was like still having something that remembered him for real his mom… from that on, he never had any pet, even if he shared a makeshift shelter with some stray dogs or cats, when he lived in streets.

He’s enthusiast to know that his s/o has pets! And curious too: dogs? Cats? Or something else? In his heart he can’t help but hope it’s a big, fluffy dog! Or a fluffy cat. In any case, a fluffy pet would be wonderful! He comes to their house full of curiosity and enthusiasm and this is repaid when, the moment they open the door, Narancia is literally assaulted by a…small pig? Oh boy, he can’t believe it! It’s such a tiny, cute pig! He picks them up, chuckling when they brush their soft muzzle on his face, softly grunting. It’s so cute! And their name is Babe, his s/o says. Narancia can’t stop to cuddle Babe! It’s just so cute…!

Their other pet is a goose. Narancia is totally baffled! A goose as domestic animal?! Is it even legal?! Well, not that he cares so much about what is legal and what is not, all in all. The goose, named Guendalina, reveals to be clingy to his s/o, she’s better than a guard dog! If he comes close, she starts to quack like crazy and she even tries to separate them! Sometimes, Narancia does it on purpose, going to smooch and hug his s/o, laughing loud when Guendalina comes running, flapping her wings and quacking like crazy. It’s like a clingy baby! And, while Guendalina is basically his s/o’s guard, Babe is basically Narancia’s kid. They’re always in his arms, when he’s at his s/o’s home, and he often jokes saying that Babe has in fact adopted him! In general, Narancia loves his s/o’s pets; they’re not pets you can expect to find in a house, yes, but they’re too precious not to be loved!

Pannacotta Fugo

When he was a child, his parents never wanted to keep a pet. His mother hated the thought they could leave fur around and his father didn’t want his son to have a distraction from his precious studies. Fugo always dreamed to have a pet, first just to challenge them and their prohibition, then because he wanted to have a friend. Outside his grandma, he had no one to talk to, to hug… he wanted a friend. If this friend had or hadn’t fur, he didn’t care. He just wanted to… be loved. And to love. Taking care of a pet seemed a good solution.

Of course this didn’t happened and Fugo had to archive this desire in order to focus on more pressing matters. When his s/o tells him they want to introduce their pets to him he’s so happy! He can help them to take care of the pets, he can… cuddle them, even! He can’t wait to see them. His s/o had been pretty mysterious about their pet’s species, so Fugo is horribly curious! Cats? Dogs? Hamster? He doesn’t know? When he finally enters their home, a loud croak made him jolt. What was it?! His s/o, chuckling, whistles and, after few seconds, a splendid crow lands on their arm, staring at Fugo with black, intelligent eyes. He’s a bit puzzled when his s/o says the crow’s name is Archibald, but whatever. It fits, he thinks, gently rubbing Archibald’s beak and gaining back few gurgles of bliss.

But it’s not ended here: his s/o has another pet. This time it’s not a bird, but…. a scorpion. Fugo shivers, when they proudly show him their scorpion -names Klaus, as the singer of the band Scorpions-, and absolutely refuses to take it on his hand, as they are doing; he even pleads them to put it back in his terrarium! He doesn’t like a lot insects, spiders and such, so he absolutely stays as far as possible from Klaus, being content to just spoil Archibald. He’s such an intelligent crow… Fugo adores him! He even tries to teach him some simple word and action, and he learns it! His s/o always chuckles, seeing how proud he is of their little crow, like a proud father!

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno never had a pet, even if he always vehemently desired one. He always was a sweet and affectionate kid, even if he had to hide it all, not to be beat or bullied more than what he already was. He always took with him some biscuits and, when he met one of the many stray cats or dogs, he always made sure to give them a small treat, smiling when they, as to thank him, licked his hand or brushed on his legs.

In general, Giorno loves life in all its form, and so also in form of animals. He’s happy to know that his s/o has a couple of pets they absolutely want to present him! Giorno is thrilled, now, and can’t wait to go to their home and see them! When he finally comes, the first to welcome him is a stoat, a beautiful stoat named Mr. Muffin. Mr. Muffin is an affectionate stoat! He loves to wrap around people’s necks, Giorno’s in particular. Giorno is always warm, he seems to emanate warmth and even light…. Mr. Muffin loves it. And Giorno loves Mr. Muffin: he never loses the chance to pet him, when he’s at his s/o’s home, and he always softly smiles when Mr. Muffin rolls up on his lap, to take a warm and safe nap.

Their other pet is a toad named Tassony. Giorno was more than baffled from knowing that they named their toad after a cedrata, but, oh well, he has seen worse. Tassony does basically what all toads to: croaking, hopping around, eating bugs… Still, toads and frogs are still among his favourite animals, so, every time he can, he’s going to feed Tassony, even with Mr. Muffin wrapped around his neck. It’s such a joy to see him taking care of his s/o’s animals! He seems to be born to do this!

#jjba #vento aureo #bruno's gang #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #guido mista #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #neutral s/o #s/o with a lot of unusual pets #headcanons #sfw #anon ask

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derpyslurpy-da-derp-master · 5 years ago

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WhiteRose Week Day 8-AU’s (Free Day)

There are many worlds and universes. The two brothers were the creators of this one, but what of others? Was there a ‘Weiss’ and ‘Ruby’ in these other planes? The short and simple answer is yes, though who and what they are changes from universe to universe. But in almost all of them, somehow they always were together.

Whether simply in a world without the two brother’s interference and behind on technology, whether trapped in a dying world filled with nothing but pain and misery, whether they were code trapped in a colorful world hiding a dark side, or whether they lived within the pages of a fairytale, they always were together.

The manner of their relationship however was forever changing and different. In one they had fallen in love early and were married, in another they were still trying to just stand one another, in another their relationship may be stuck as it was in their time at Beacon for all eternity, and in another their love was the only thing that could save their world.

Let’s peek into some of those alternate realities, shall we?

"Isn't there enough blind trust I'm my life?" Weiss huffed a bit as Ruby led her by the hand, glaring through the blindfold.

"Uh-Uh, no peeking! You're gonna love this!" Ruby was practically skipping in excitement as she led her wife through the door.

"Okay... Now!" Ruby exclaimed as she pulled the blindfold off. Weiss blinked briefly before her eyes widened. She was inside the mansion she and Ruby had explored when they were kids before Jaques had sent her away except the entire building had been restored. No longer did vines creep up the walls, no longer did the place smell of mildew. It was fully furnished and looked like, well, a place someone could actually live.

Behind them, two pairs of small excited footsteps raced to catch up. Ruby turned to them and smiled. She then turned and pointed at a doll house she had bought earlier in secret for the surprise.

"Noel, that's for you!" Ruby beamed brighter than she had in a good long while. Noel, one of their two daughters, let out an excited and happy gasp, racing towards the dollhouse with stars in her silver eyes. As she started inspecting said dollhouse and their other daughter tried to look happy for her due to not getting her own present, Ruby snuck back and grabbed an intricate box off a nearby table and hid it behind her back.

"And Summer, this-" Ruby presented the box to the elder daughter who's eyes quickly widened as she took the box and opened it. “Is for you.”

Opening it was accompanied by a small gasp of genuine shock and delight. Summer looked up at her mother with happy tears brimming in her icy blue eyes.

"Ballet slippers..." She all but whispered before jumping up to hug Ruby with all her might. "You remembered!"

"Of course I did! Don't worry there's a ballet place just down the street," Ruby hugged back with just as much enthusiasm before glancing up at Weiss with a grin. "Right next to your parents house actually!" Ruby's grin grew a bit cheeky. Weiss responded by rolling her eyes and huffing.

"Please don't tell me you got us this house just to spite my father." Weiss sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with a groan as Ruby set Summer down to go play with her sister.

"Of course not! I got this place because of how much it means to both of us. It's where we fell in love, after all." Ruby took her wife's hands, smiling lovingly at her and bringing one of said hands to her mouth to gently kiss it. Weiss's expression softened in response, a gentle smile on her lips.

"Dolt..." Weiss whispered affectionately before pulling Ruby close and into a loving kiss. After a few moments, the two separated, looking at each other with eyes full of love.

"I know it's taken quite a while, but welcome home Weiss Rose," Ruby giggled a bit. "This is the life I promised you." Ruby sounded rather content and joyous, the happiest she had been in months since she had lost her job, even happier than she looked in the ring directing her circus.

"Dolt, any life with you is the best life I could ever live." Weiss answered honestly, smiling gently.

Well, at least that was true in that reality.

In another world, one where machines and androids were locked in an eternal battle, not even the most honest of souls could ever find a ‘happy ending’ or a better life. The two and some of their comrades had doppelgangers in this world as well, though whether that was a good or bad thing was up to debate...

"Emotions are prohibited, remember?" Battle Unit 18B, nicknamed Weiss due to her stark white hair, chided her companion.

"Yeah yeah..." Scanner Unit 15S, nicknamed Ruby because of the red tint to her raven hair, replied in annoyance. She had just seen a moose and was eager to pet it but Weiss had pulled her back and Ruby’s pouting had earned Weiss’s usual response to her being upset. Or friendly. Or goofy. Or anything really.

“Only affirmation is necessary 15S.” Weiss replied coolly, scanning the surrounding area for any Grimm Machines. There were a few a ways away, it was hard to tell if they were hostile or the weird kind that just stood around and did nothing. Ruby’s annoyed groan drew her attention away from the faraway enemies, Weiss raising an eyebrow.

“Please just call me Ruby, I really don’t like being called by my code-” Weiss opened her mouth to reiterate what she had just said but Ruby continued before she could interject. “It wastes time, it takes longer to say ‘Fifteen-S’ then just ‘Ruby.’ I’m not asking anything unreasonable.” Ruby attempted to convince her partner that it was somehow more efficient to call her by name, that was the only way she was gonna get her to do it. After all, that’s the only reason she agreed to let people call her Weiss after a LOT of bugging from her Operator, Operator 17O or ‘Yang’ as she was called due to her bright yellow hair.

Yang was the one that came up with their names after discovering the names of colors in other languages. She even tried to get Operator 19O to go by ‘Blake’ after her onyx colored locks and managed to convince the more stiff android to comply. Ruby really wished she had the sheer amount of charisma that her old Operator did…

Ah, and then there was that. For some reason the Commander decided to swap their operators, something about ‘mission efficiency.’ It wasn’t like Blake was mean or anything, she was just pretty quiet and not much for conversation. Ruby was just sad that she didn’t get to talk to Yang as much. Weiss however was very very upset that she had Yang as her operator now, she actually begged the commander to swap them back but she refused.

Weiss’s soft hum pulled Ruby back to reality, the girl seeming to be mulling her comment over. With a small sigh and a shrug, she gave in. Ruby beamed at her success, thanking whatever God oversaw this broken world that she had finally made some sort of progress with Weiss.

If only the poor little android knew just how close they would become… And what the ultimate price of having emotional attachment in this godforsaken world would be.

But that’s a story for another day. Let’s survey another reality, shall we?

Not Your Reality, nor theirs, but a reality that in itself shouldn’t be a reality at all. A small world set to a script and manipulated by an unseen hand. A world of few possibilities, none of them good. But at the very least, it wasn’t as bleak as the world of androids and eternal suffering. No no, this world was only as dark and twisted as the unseen hand allowed. Luckily, they aren’t exactly a bad person so this reality is usually dim at the most and joyous at least...

“Yay, Weiss brought cupcakes!” Ruby squealed in excitement, moving to hug-attack the girl before she sidestepped expertly, leaving Ruby crashing into a desk behind her.

“You have to wait until everyone else gets here you dolt!” Weiss chided, though her annoyance quickly turned to concern when she heard Ruby whimper in pain and cup her nose with her hand. Setting the tin of cupcakes on a different desk, Weiss quickly knelt down next to her friend.

“I’m sorry, are you hurt? Let me see.” Weiss gently tugged at the hands hiding her nose. Thankfully when the girl removed her hands, it didn’t look like she had a bloody nose though it was a tad red and her eyes were watering.

“Are you gonna be okay?” Weiss asked with a soft voice. Ruby nodded, sniffling. “Would a cupcake make it better?” Weiss reached for the cupcake tin. Ruby smiled a small bit and nodded.

“Okay, here you go you dolt. Just don’t try and tackle me again, okay?” Weiss requested, taking a cupcake and holding it out to the younger girl. Ruby just nodded more enthusiastically, taking the cupcake and beginning to chow down happily. Weiss found herself smiling fondly at the display, not quite being able to resist the urge to reach over and pat Ruby’s head. This only earned an even more precious expression from the girl which caused Weiss to start blushing a bit.

“You two are so cute!” Yang practically squealed, seeming to have appeared in the doorway out of thin air. Behind her was Blake, and behind Blake was the club leader, Ilia.

“S-Shut up! We’re NOT cute!” Weiss bolted to her feet, glaring daggers at the blonde. Ruby however seemed oblivious to the comment, getting up as well.

“Oh hi guys! I was wondering when you were gonna show up, you’re almost late which means I'M not the late one for once!” Ruby grinned triumphantly, though her triumph was greatly diminished by the frosting currently smeared across her face.

“Sorry about that, we went to find Ilia, apparently she was too busy practicing piano to remember her own club was having a meeting!” Yang teased the girl, giving her a playful elbow to the side. Ilia let out a small squeak and rubbed her side, glaring at the taller girl.

“This is the first time I've ever been late, could you cut me some slack?” Ilia grumbled, gravitating more towards Blake and away from Yang.

“Fine, fine. Why the cupcakes, Weiss? What’s the occasion?” Yang turned her attention away from the leader and to Weiss.

“It’s the 2nd anniversary of the club being founded, how typical of you to forget about it.” Weiss rolled her eyes at the blonde’s question. Honestly, it seemed like she was the only one who actually remembered stuff like that, or the meetings at all for that matter. At this point she was always the earliest to arrive at the club, then again she wanted as much time as she could here, after all, it was the only time that… Weiss shook away that thought. No reason to dwell on that right now.

“I can attest that they’re quite scrumptious!” Ruby held her chin, speaking in an incredibly bad British accent in an attempt to sound cool. Weiss let out a chuckle and grabbed a napkin out of the few napkins she had brought earlier.

“Hold still you dork, you’ve got frosting on your face.” Weiss placed a hand on the side of Ruby’s face, holding it still as she gently wiped the frosting off. Ruby jumped a bit at the sudden touch and smiled sheepishly at Weiss’s actions.

“Honestly, you two are so cute it should be illegal, you two are so sweet together you’re giving me diabetes!” Yang continued to gush at the two being adorable, this time getting both of their attentions and rather than getting defensive the two ended up stuttering out flustered sentences that sounded sort of like they had words in them but they were completely and utterly incomprehensible.

“Okay okay, stop teasing them and let’s get the meeting started. Did everyone bring their poems?” Ilia asked as she moved to her usual spot in the empty classroom that served as the literature club’s meeting place. This question was greeted by nods all around so it seemed everyone had them ready which would make everything a lot easier.

The game glitched out a bit when not all of them had poems to share.

While some of these worlds leaned closer or further to technology, there were also worlds that leaned more towards the fantastical aspects of the world and away from the technological advancements of Remnant. This realm in particular was a land ruled by a cruel man with a magic mirror that was in desperate need of saving from his icy clutches…

Ruby gave a soft sigh of annoyance as she quickly moved away from the king to find a dance partner. His back was turned, as the dance was supposed to go, so he didn’t notice when somebody else took the princess’s place. Quickly looking around the ballroom, she spotted a girl who was missing a partner. Letting out a sigh of relief, she rushed over and stood with her back to her.

According to the king, this ancient Atlesian dance was meant to start not facing your partner before turning to them to start dancing and the partners were supposed to alternate so you’d have a new one each time. It seemed simple enough to her, a little strange though. Then again this entire ball was animal themed, the king had even insisted to provide Ruby with a rabbit costume. Thankfully she had a heads up in advance so she managed to just take the ears off the very very dumb looking outfit, slap them onto a top hat, and call it good. She managed to get the king’s advisor, a boy named Whitley who was supposedly the prince, to give her a nice looking suit to wear with it. The last thing the princess wanted to do in a foreign land was look like a fool.

Ruby cringed a bit at that. She… May have already done that to some extent. On her way here, her and her half-sister Yang were stopped by a band of thieves. At first the two thought they were giants or some long-limbed creature special to this forrest only to find that they were wearing strange extendable stilts. They hadn’t been attacked by a band of tall mythical creatures, they had been attacked by a band of dwarves.

To say that Yang didn’t take kindly to being defeated by people half her size was an understatement. Granted she was probably just upset at herself for losing to them when her entire purpose for traveling with Ruby was to protect her on her journey to Atlas. The dwarves didn’t take kindly to that and stole their fine coats and pretty much everything they had been taking with them, leaving them tied up and from a tree by their feet. Thankfully the dwarves were at least a little courteous and let the sisters keep enough clothes so that they weren’t going to freeze to death, then again they probably wanted just their coats since they looked expensive.

Anyways, they were stuck hanging there for at least ten minutes before a peasant girl named Weiss had found them and was happy to help get them down. Ruby lamented a bit that she hadn’t caught where Weiss was from or her last name. She was very beautiful, kind too. After that the duo made their way to the castle on their horses that the dwarves hadn’t stolen since they were way too big for them to even ride and found their way to their destination, the Schnee Family castle. They had met the king, he invited them to stay, and that’s how Ruby found herself with her back to a stranger and wearing a top hat donned with rabbit ears...

She was drawn out of her thoughts by the other dancers to her sides starting to turn around so she figured it was time for her to turn as well. Turning around, Ruby found herself face to face with… Weiss? Both parties regarded the other with shock and wide eyes.

“Weiss?”

“Ruby?”

“You- You’re here!” Ruby tried not to shout with shock, keeping it down as they started to dance. Weiss gave a timid smile that made Ruby’s heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, I, uh, live here, I’m the princess… You didn’t tell me you’re the Princess from Vale they were talking about.” Weiss commented, looking up into the foreign princess’s eyes as they continued their dance. Or more accurately, the next person came over to replace Ruby and she pushed them along to the next person, not wanting to leave Weiss quite yet.

“Well I was tied up in a tree, I didn’t want to say I was a princess when I looked so utterly ridiculous.” Ruby pouted a bit at that before Weiss snickered a bit and she quickly realized why.

“Saaaaays the Princess in a bunny hat.” Ruby chuckled awkwardly, tipping said hat to Weiss with a goofy smile that caused the girl to giggle more at her antics.

“Why are you wearing that anyways?” Weiss tilted her head a bit, eyeing the shoddy sewing that kept the ears in place.

“Well, King Jaques provided a pretty dumb-looking rabbit-themed dress and hat for me to wear and Yang- You remember her right- Wouldn’t let me be caught dead wearing the thing and I agreed so I bugged Whitley to get me a suit instead and we just put the ears on this hat to at least be a little courteous about the whole thing.” Ruby explained, though as she was talking another person tried to swap with Ruby and once again was pushed along to the next one.

“Aren’t we supposed to be changing?” Weiss quirked an eyebrow at the development. Ruby just let out a charming laugh as they continued dancing.

“I think so but I want to talk to you more. It’s not every day I meet a princess as beautiful as you.” Ruby complimented just as the dance required her to pull Weiss closer. A blush found its way onto the snow white skin of Weiss’s cheeks. Ruby’s smile grew a bit bashful.

“Eheh, uh, Yang told me to say that. I’m not the best at talking to girls. I hope that wasn’t too dorky.” Ruby rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish chuckle.

“It was pretty dorky. Your sister must not be good at talking to girls either.” Weiss chuckled a bit as Ruby pushed yet another person along.

“...But it was also very sweet.” Weiss smiled up at the other girl, the comment bringing a blush to the princess’s face, the adorable expression making the Schnee giggle a bit.

If only the two had noticed the eyes glaring daggers at them from the throne, maybe they would’ve seen what would happen next coming…

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Ruby jerked awake, panting heavily. She trembled a bit, darting her eyes around. It was still dark, dark enough that she couldn’t really see. However she didn’t need her sight to know the arms that had just wrapped around her waist belonged to Weiss.

“Was it one of those dreams again?” Came the Ice Queen’s voice, her hand gently rubbing her back in an attempt to calm her girlfriend down.

“Kind of… It was three of them… The one where we were married… The one where you were kinda mean… The one where we were in a club together… And the one where you’re a princess...” Ruby returned the hug, burying her face in her shoulder. The dreams weren’t necessarily scary, well, besides the second one, but it was still so weird to dream of her and Weiss having such different lives…

“Did anything bad happen…?” Weiss prompted gently, running her fingers through Ruby’s hair. There had been a few nights where she had nightmares about some of these places, Ruby was always too terrified or sad to tell her much after the many many times she woke up in incredibly pain or woke Weiss up with an almost crushing hug because she had seen her die in her dream. Sometimes she woke up gasping for air like she had been choked, sometimes she woke up sweating like she had just been in a blazing inferno, usually checking up on Yang or Blake after that dream in particular to make sure they were okay. However considering her skin wasn’t the shade of her girlfriend’s hair, it didn’t seem like tonight was one of those nights.

“N-Not really…” Ruby spoke muffledly into Weiss’s shoulder. She just wanted to stop seeing this stuff, trying to save the world was stressful enough as is, she didn’t need to be worrying about these strange recurring dreams on top of that.

“Okay… Let’s try and get some rest, okay? I’ll keep you safe.” Weiss whispered, continuing her calming ministrations. Ruby gave a small noise of approval before sinking further into Weiss’s arms. Every time she was in the heiress’s arms, she remembered why the dreams shook her up so badly. Because her Weiss was such an important piece of her life and heart and she wouldn’t have her any differently.

No matter the world, the two are together. No matter the circumstances, they eventually fall in love again. It’s a love that surpasses worlds, timelines, and universes.

Nah i’m just kidding I made this to gush about some of my WhiteRose-centric AU’s and write some scenes from them. If you couldn’t tell, the AU’s are of The Greatest Showman, Nier Automata, Doki Doki Literature Club, and Mirror Mirror. Hope you enjoyed them!

#White Rose Week #RWBY WhiteRose #Whiterose Week 2019 #RWBY AU #Original Fanfiction #Oneshot #Original

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jynxwriter · 6 years ago

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Temperature part 5: Maybe

First part

Goth// @nekophy

Palette// @ angexci

Palette sighed softly, scratching at the dirt with a plucked feather from his wings. Twenty minutes. Twenty whole minutes was how long he had been waiting for Goth. Their meetups were now a daily thing and Palette was sure that Goth would have remembered that. Palette let the feather drift to the ground as he got up and started to pace, making a couple rounds around the clearing. He began to count how many times he maddeningly went around, feeling as if he was on a carousel at this point.

He had began to consider calling it quits but he didn’t want Goth to be met with disappointment and nothing if he did arrive. He sighed and continued to pace, stopping when he heard a small voice begin to speak. “I’m here…” It whimpered out, breaking the prior silence that filled the clearing. Palette turned to Goth and started to smile but it quickly faltered when his eyes landed on Goth’s cute freckled face. Small tear tracks were adorning his cheeks and he seemed to tremble as Palette approached him.

Palette walked up to him and got onto his knees, cupping Goth’s freckled cheeks. “What happened?” Palette ushered, worry filling his fruit colored eyes.

“What do you think?” Goth asked, breaking their eye contact and sniffling softly. Palette sighed softly, leading him to the middle of the clearing. He promptly sat down and brought a now blushing Goth into his lap.

“Now tell me,” Palette started. “What did he do to you?” He asked, in a soothing voice. Goth hesitated to answer but responded, in a small voice.

“H-He cut me again…” Goth responded, trying to make his voice sound blunt and devoid of emotion but knowing him, his attempt was fruitless. Palette cupped his cheek gently, sighing softly as he looked into Goth’s dull eye.

“What do you mean by that, Goth?” He asked. He felt a small urge within him, to just hug and hold Goth. But he resisted, not wanting to make the smaller uncomfortable.

“R-Remember how I said parents may cut the arms of their child?” Goth asked. “Y’know… As punishment?”

“Yeah?” Palette started and his eyes suddenly widened. “He didn’t…” Goth nodded softly and gripped onto his sleeves, wanting to suddenly hide himself. Palette suddenly cupped Goth’s chin, forcing him to look up at him. Goth felt himself blush a small bit from the gesture. He requited it by holding onto Palette’s arm, smiling a small bit at the warmth that would never stop radiating from him. Palette smiled as well but it faltered as he began to voice his sudden request. “Can I see?” Palette started and Goth tilted his head slightly. “You know… What he did?” Goth hesitated. Hotbloods never saw anything of this kind. Their minds couldn’t comprehend something a broken one could.

“I can’t show you…” Goth said, averting his gaze with the taller.

“Why not?” Palette replied with a slight whine, causing a small bit of guilt to pang in Goth’s chest.

“Palette,” Goth started, letting out a small sigh. “You’re a hotblood. You’re much more fragile than I am. This could scar you…”

“I’ll be fine Gothy, I swear!” Palette smiled lightly, wanting Goth to trust him. “Please?” Goth sighed softly and hesitantly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sliced up forearms. Small bloodied slivers adorned his forearms, causing Palette to cover his mouth in both horror and sickness. Looking at it, he felt as if he was going to puke. Goth saw this and quickly rolled down his sleeves. He began to apologize rapidfire, knowing he shouldn’t have done that. He should’ve just stuck with his gut feeling. Palette eventually found his voice and spoke. “I’m fine Goth…” This only caused Goth to whine.

“But you’re not,” Goth sighed. “I shouldn’t have shown you at all, it’s my fault.” His voice broke, causing Palette to feel a small pang of guilt in his chest. He suddenly hugged Goth tightly, not holding back anymore. He didn’t care if Goth tried to push him off or anything, he just wanted to comfort him. Surprisingly, Goth hugged back. Though, he was hesitant in doing so. He sniffled softly, burying his face in Palette’s chest. Palette pat him softly, whispering small words of reassurance. He then rubbed his wings gently, finding that they were rough and dirty. During this, he found a blood feather in his wings.

“Hey, Goth?” Palette started. “You know you have a blood feather, right?” He asked, Goth suddenly looking up at him.

“No, I didn’t know…” Goth replied.

“M-Mind if I take it out? I don’t want your wing to hurt…” Palette voiced his concern and Goth nodded subtly. Palette swiftly plucked the feather, not wanting to take too long. Goth, of course, hissed in a bit of pain but he then sighed in relief.

“T-That feels much better.” Goth said, smiling a bit. Palette had placed the feather down but Goth quickly picked it up. He examined the feather, suddenly squeezing the swollen quill. Suddenly, a blue colored blood squirted out of the tip and onto Palette’s clothes, which were already a light color. Goth’s eyes widened. “Oh my gosh! I’m s-so sorry!” Goth said, feeling a bit sickened and guilty.

“It’s fine,” Palette said, trying to hide his slight disgust. “It’ll come out.” He pat Goth softly, gently taking the blood filled feather and tossing it to the side. Goth looked away, now trying to hide himself in his wings. Palette sighed and gently moved his wings away. “Don’t feel bad, Gothy.” Palette said, cupping his cheek gently. “It’ll come out, I swear.” He said, trying to reassure the smaller but Goth just shook his head subtly.

“Palette, It’s not just that,” Goth started. “I just keep making terrible mistakes!” He whined, and Palette sighed softly.

“We all make mistakes, Goth,” Palette pet him gently. “It’s fine, no one’s perfect y’know?” Goth just whimpered.

“But my… he… expects me to be perfect, or else.”

“You know what,” Palette got up. “Let’s try to forget all this stuff. Let’s just go have some fun.” Goth, who had been pushed off and much to his disappointment, tilted his head in a bit of confusion.

“What’re we gonna do?” Goth asked getting up as well. He shuddered when he was reminded how tall Palette actually was. Palette smiled a bit and picked Goth up, still wanting to be close to the other.

“We’re going to… to… hm.” Palette stopped, actually quite unsure of where they were going to do. He pondered on the places they could go. It had to be a discreet place for the two. Two friends. A coldblood and a hotblood, the most unlikely pair.

“So…” Goth broke the silence again. “Where are we going?” He said, fidgeting with his sleeves. He then looked up Palette, blushing a small bit in his grasp. Palette suddenly let out a cute and small gasp.

“How about we explore the forest? No one comes here anyway so we’ll be fine!” Palette smiled at the thought, excited to explore with his friend. Goth frowned at this, knowing many animals resided within the dark oak forest. The last thing he wanted was to be mauled to death by a grizzly bear or end up a wolf’s lunch.

“What about the a-animals?” Goth whined, a bit scared.

“We can just fly away,” Palette responded, feeling like that was the most obvious choice. “We both have wings don’t we? It’ll be simple!”

“Palette,” Goth looked up at him, embarrassed for what he was about to say. “I can’t fly.” He hesitantly admitted. Palette looked at him, a bit dumbfounded.

“You seriously can’t?” Palette questioned.

“I haven’t learned how.” Goth responded and Palette sighed softly. He had been a bit confused. Why hadn’t he? It was natural for all creatures with wings to learn how to fly. He knew for a fact coldbloods could fly as well. All of a sudden, he smiled at Goth.

“Maybe I could teach you how sometime!” Palette smiled brightly, and Goth shuddered at the thought.

“M-Maybe…” Goth wasn’t quite sure about Palette trying to teach him. After all, he had been prohibited from learning how. “Anyway, are we going or not?” Goth asked.

“Mhm!” Palette smiled. “Is this gonna be like a date or something?” Palette snickered.

“Of course not!” Goth’s cheeks flushed heavily at the thought. Him and a hotblood? Absurd. But why was he blushing at the thought? Maybe it was just a bit flattering. “Let’s just go a-already.” Palette giggled lightly at Goth’s antics. He got down to Goth’s height and gently grabbed his hand, which was much smaller than his own. Palette let out a small ‘aww’ as he looked at his hand. He quickly then stood back up and started to bring Goth away from the clearing.

Goth had a bit of trouble keeping up, since he only came up to Palette’s waist. Next to him, he looked like a child. Palette, of course, noticed this. He quickly picked Goth up, this now becoming a trend. Goth huffed at this. “How many times are you gonna do this?” Goth asked, his cheeks flushing again.

“Until you grow a couple inches!” Palette giggled. The two eventually arrived in the forest. Goth had been placed down and was now examining the nostalgic forest. Palette had smiled as he looked around the forest. “It’s so pretty here!” He exclaimed.

“It’s familiar.” Goth replied, walking around a bit and looking at the many sights to see. That’s when one tree in particular caught his eye. It had a small cave like hole in the trunk. That's when Goth suddenly crawled inside, making Palette gasp.

“It’s Goth sized!” He exclaimed, his voice resembling one of a child’s.

“I’ve… been here.” Goth said softly, examining the desperate scratched words inside. It unsettled him.

“Really?” Palette approached the hole, getting to his knees. “Is it like a hiding spot?”

“Mhm…” Goth replied, starting to crawl out of the small cavern. “I remember stashing food in here. I basically lived here when I was young.” Goth looked down at his dirtied slippers. “I haven’t been here in so long.” He started to hug himself in some kind of comfort. Everything came flooding back to him. Palette frowned at this and picked up the smaller. Goth writhed a bit in his grasp, still not used to being held like this. He squeaked when he was abruptly hugged by Palette. “Why are you doing this, again?” Goth asked softly.

“You’ve just told me so much!” Palette whined slightly. “You’ve been holding back a lot of things and now you’re just letting them out, and to me of all people! I feel obligated to at least do something!” Goth looked away and felt his cheeks flush softly. No one had ever really cared for him so hearing this caused him to feel a small bit of happiness. He then got out of Palette’s arms, dropping to the ground.

“Well,” Goth started, looking up at Palette. “Are we gonna stand here and mope or are we gonna try to have some fun?” After a couple seconds, Goth let out a grim giggle. “The word ‘fun’ still doesn’t sit right with me.” “Maybe that can change.” Palette said.

“Maybe, just maybe.” Goth said softly, smiling a small bit.

#My writing #Poth #Goth #Palette #CB #HB #Temperature

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tipsycad147 · 3 years ago

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The Faery dozen: 12 herbs for Faery gardens, offerings, and magick

by Michelle Gruben

In the hidden land of Faery, travelers say, there are marvelous herbs and flowers completely unknown in the human world. Brilliant colors, intoxicating scents, and magickal plants that bring joy, visions, or sleep. And yet, over the years, fairies seem to have taken a liking to some of the more common plants right here on Earth.

This list of twelve fairy favorites is drawn mainly from folklore and literature about fairies (as well as a touch of personal experience). Since fairies live close to nature, many plants and herbs are associated with the Fae—but these ones are particularly liked by the Fair Folk. Some are traditional Faery offerings, planted or bestowed in order to win their favor. Some are considered portal herbs that can aid you in making connections with the Fae. Others are used in spells and formulas for magick of the Faery kind—especially love magick, glamours, and psychic insight.

Let your intuition guide you on how to best use these Faery herbs (observing all safety precautions, of course). To cultivate an appreciation for these storied plants is—in no small way—to step into the Faery lands. I’ve eschewed some of the more exotic plants in favor of ones that can be found without exceptional effort or expense.

Language notes: “Plant” and “herb” are used interchangeably here. Plant names are capitalized out of respect. I usually write “Faery” for the race/kingdom generally and “fairy” for individuals, but not always. (Don’t dwell on it…faeries can't stand a stickler.)

1. Bluebell

Native to England and France, Bluebells grow in lightly shaded gardens and woodlands. The bell-shaped flowers are an otherworldly blue—the rarest color in nature. The Bluebell was once named after Endymion, the sleeping lover of the moon goddess Selene. The bulbs are poisonous and can pose a danger to humans or animals who mistake them for Spring onions.

Storybook images abound of fairies playing among Bluebells. They are said to dance to the sound of the chiming flower cups. To hear a Bluebell ring is to know that fairies are near. In other (gloomier) customs, the sound presages death.

In Irish tales, it is bad luck to walk through a patch of Bluebells. To do so is to disturb the revels of the Fae and invite their displeasure. Like many fairy flowers, Bluebell is an unlucky blossom to pick or to bring indoors. To cultivate the flower, however, offers no such risks. Bluebells are a charming addition to fairy gardens. (Along with Daisies, Forget-Me-Nots, and other favorites of fairy illustrators.)

2. Vervain

Vervain is one of the most important herbs in the occult traditions of Europe. Its connection to Faery comes through Italian traditional witchcraft. Vervain is sacred to Diana, a patroness of Witches who is also called Queen of the Fairies. In Hereditary Witchcraft, Raven Grimassi writes of a fairy who dwells within the Vervain stalk, and who brings good fortune to the one who invokes her.

Druid tradition also reveres Vervain as an herb of initiation and second sight. Seers burn Vervain incense to open a window to the Otherworlds. You don't have to look very far to find Vervain in magickal literature dating back centuries. (There are several European and American species, each with slightly different energies and uses.)

3. Elderberries

Faeries love all berries! But Elderberries, with their petite size and magickal pedigree, are a fairy favorite. Elder is a Goddess tree long believed to be a gateway to the Underworld. To chop the tree or burn the wood is forbidden. Instead, Elder's gift is her abundant clusters of berries, which are picked and saved for cordials, baked goods, and medicine.

Elderberry wine and Elderberry liqueurs are a fairy delicacy. To pour a dram or two is to be sure that you always have fairy guests.

4. Foxglove

Foxglove boasts hyper-real purple flowers on long, showy stalks. Just look at some of the folkloric names of this flower: Fairy Gloves, Fairy Petticoats, Fairyweed, Fairy Bells… and so on. The common name Foxglove is probably derived from “Folks' Glove,” a British traditional word that refers to—you guessed it—the Wee Folk. The spots on the “floor” of each flower cup are said to be tracks where fairy feet have trodden.

Foxglove is extremely poisonous. Enjoy its unique beauty—but never use it in incenses or potions. Foxglove is another flower which should not be taken indoors, lest you anger the fairies. (Probably wise enough counsel, especially if you have children or pets.) However, a traditional charm calls for a little piece of Foxglove (carried in a locket) to invoke protective Faery light.

Typical of Fae plants, Foxgloves love liminal spaces and semi-shade. You can often find them on the edges of woods or trails, or just below the crests of hills. To dream of Foxgloves can be either an omen of death or invitation to visit the Faery world.

5. Honeysuckle

Any flower that attracts bees and butterflies is thought to appeal to fairies, who also delight in sweet smells and cheery colors. Honeysuckle is chief among these garden beauties. Honeysuckle creeps over fences and trellises with gleeful abandon, tempting humans and Fae alike with its nectar. Like many Faery plants, Honeysuckle thrives in part shade. And like many Faery plants, it also has poisonous characteristics (in the leaves and berries).

Honeysuckle flowers and perfume are powerful ingredients in love-drawing magick. (Alas, the fragrance is too faint and fleeting to be captured as an essential oil.) The clinging vines are said to symbolize seduction. The voluptuous flowers evoke the pleasure of a romantic dalliance. When picking Honeysuckle, it is polite to leave the best and last blossoms on the vine for the Fae.

6. Hawthorn

Stubby, gnarled Hawthorn is a tree with ancient links to the Underworld and the Faery realms. It is the “Thorn” in the famous Celtic trinity of trees: Oak, Ash, and Thorn. It is a plant full of contradictions, blending pink-white flowers with forbidding thorns. It is a symbol of both fertility and death. Naturally, it is traditionally planted on borders, as a hedge tree.

Hawthorn blooms in May and so is associated with the holiday of Beltane (one of two Pagan festivals when the veil between the worlds is thinnest). To meditate under a Hawthorn tree is said to strengthen one’s connection with the Faery realm. (But don’t fall asleep, unless you fancy getting lost for good.) To wander into a ring of Hawthorn trees is to all but ensure a glimpse of the Fae.

There are many superstitions and precautions regarding Hawthorn. The wood is not to be cut or burned (except at Beltane, when doing so is customary). In Ireland, farmers would go to great lengths to avoid damaging the tree while mowing or plowing. Housewives would never dare to hang laundry from a Hawthorn tree, lest they accidentally cover up the fairies’ own wet clothing.

Hawthorn is used in spells for devoted love, wisdom, and purification. Tradition prohibits bringing boughs of Hawthorn indoors. To be on the safe side, harvest only the berries—or Hawthorn dew, which the fairies use to preserve their youthful beauty.

7. Thyme

With its miniature leaves and ground-covering habits, Thyme is a common garden herb much-loved by fairies. What’s the appeal? Is it the mouth-watering fragrance? The tiny purple, lavender, or pink flowers? Who knows! But this humble potherb shows up over and over again in the lore of Faery.

Carrying a bundle of Thyme sprigs is said to allow a person to see fairies (or alternately, protect them from fairy mischief.) Sprinkling Thyme near doors or windowsills invites fairies to cross the threshold. Thyme oil may be used to anoint charms and talismans for clairvoyance.

8. Apple

Many people are surprised to learn that the snack shared by Adam and Eve probably wasn’t an apple at all. (The Bible doesn’t specify the fruit, and medieval artists just improvised.)

No, the apple’s reputation for sin and forbidden knowledge may come from another place entirely—the realm of Faery. Like many other Fae plants, the Apple tree is linked to both sexual power and death.

The Apple is a favorite witch tree. The wood is prized for wands, and the fruit for magick spells. Apple trees bloom in spring (at Beltane) and bear ripe fruit in autumn (at Samhain), effectively marking the two poles of the Pagan calendar. When cut crosswise, the fruit reveals a hidden pentagram, a symbol of witchcraft. Ripe apples can spontaneously ferment to make cider, one of the world's first intoxicants.

Apples are found at Faery banquets and human celebrations alike. Eating an apple, especially at Samhain, is said to grant clairvoyant powers. Apples have been known to stay good for months if properly stored—a trait that echoes the near-eternal youth of the Fae. Apples are an ingredient in numerous love spells and recipes for Faery offerings. Fairies prefer smaller, heritage varieties over produce-aisle monster apples.

9. Fig

Ask any fairy and she will tell you: There is no food more irresistible than a perfectly ripened fig. Fig season is fleeting, lasting just a few weeks. While modern agriculture has tamed many fruits and flowers to accommodate human whims, nobody has yet produced a good-tasting fig in wintertime.

Fig trees appear in fairy stories in different parts of Asia, Europe, and South America. The Fig fairy is almost universally described as seductive, generous, and clever. Indian folklore tells of celestial dancers (Apsara) who live in Fig trees. They are usually benevolent, but sometimes seduce scholars and scientists in order to sexually exhaust them and frustrate their research.

The ancient species of Figs are primarily pollinated by wasps who die after entering the flower—a botanical fact that hints darkly at Faery’s seductive danger.

10. Primrose

The Primrose is a flower of true wild beauty. After spring rains, Primrose blankets fields with its pretty, delicate blossoms. In Celtic lore, large patches of Primrose are said to be a gateway into Faery. (In Christian Ireland, they hide the keys to Heaven.) Planting the flower outside your home invites in Faery luck—but be careful not to offend the fairies by letting them die.

The demure sweetness of the Primrose especially appealed to early 20th-century poets and artists. (However, the name comes not from “prim” meaning “proper”, but from its Latin name, “first rose.”) Flower fairy illustrator Cecily Mary Barker wrote this rhyme about the Primrose Fairy:

She’s dear to folk throughout the land; In her is nothing mean: She freely spreads on every hand Her petals pale and clean. And though she’s neither proud nor grand, She is the Country Queen.

Primroses bloom at Beltane and symbolize eternal youth and innocence. It is said that a person who visited the mythical land of Tír na nÓg would return with a bouquet of Primroses. The English idiom “primrose path” refers to the experience of being pleasantly misled (as fairies are inclined to do).

The Cowslip—famously mentioned in A Midsummer Night’s Dream—is another relative of the Primrose. The North American Evening Primrose is botanically unrelated but has a similar Fae appeal. It grows in clustered patches, blooms for one evening only, and tends to resist cultivation.

11. Orchid

Some people consider Orchids to be the most beautiful flowers in the world. Whatever you think of them, it’s hard to deny that they are among the strangest. There is something extra-terrestrial about them—maybe even Unseelie.

Orchids are hermaphroditic and usually sterile—like fairies, Orchids think human gender and reproduction are kind of hilarious. They are the shapeshifters of the plant kingdom and can look like other plants and animals. But they are still plants, at least. (Unlike mushrooms, another fairy favorite which defies categorization).

The diva of the flower kingdom, Orchids do well indoors and enjoy such human-provided luxuries as fertilizer, humidifiers, and trusses. Are they helpless, or just smarter than us? The well-known phenomenon of Orchid obsession (orchidomania) may be one of the most devious pranks ever perpetrated by the Fae.

12. Rowan

Rowan is one of the most-mentioned trees in Faery lore and magick. Celtic tradition tells us that Rowan was originally from the land of Faery, and was brought to Earth by the Tuatha de Danann. It is a tree of great strength and mystery. In North America, the tree is more commonly known as Mountain Ash.

Rowan trees grow wild in the Scottish Highlands and are known by their bright red berries. (Scottish tradition bans the use of the wood except under special circumstances.) They are commonly found near ancient settlements and stone circles—probably from having been planted for religious reasons. Individual trees may live over 200 years, playing host to innumerable fairy gatherings in that time.

Rowan is dubbed the Witch Tree, and appears in many spells for psychic power and protection. Skim through enough of these, and you may notice an apparent contradiction: Rowan is said to be both attractive to Fae and to offer protection from Fae. Rowan was planted in churchyards to discourage evil spirits. A cross of Rowan hung above a cradle once protected its occupant. And a string of Rowan berries could be worn to deflect sorcery.

Rowan is undeniably a Faery tree—she exists as a wise protector and gatekeeper. Compared, perhaps, to the playful fairies of fruits and flowers, Rowan is a stronger, older being who can keep the delicate peace between humans and Fae.

Hope you've enjoyed this whirlwind tour of Faery plants. There are many others—in fact, some people believe that every plant has a Faery spirit that presides over it. Enjoy learning about plant magick, and may your explorations take you on marvelous journeys!

https://www.groveandgrotto.com/blogs/articles/the-faery-dozen

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