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A Diviner's Guide to James Potter

Chapter Fourteen: The Stars Can Speak

James Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fifteen ☆ Series Masterlist

Description: After your fight with James, you're left entirely unsure how to act. However, your friends, and the stars, have some (un)helpful suggestions.

Word Count: 5.3k

Notes: theres some astrology in this chapter, but I didn't specify anything about the readers signs, only the readings. however, it's basically guaranteed that if you look up your own stuff it won't match whats in the fic. If it's any consolation, the birthday I chose for the writing process is nowhere near mine lol

You fixed your eyes upon Flitwick at the head of the room, trying to ignore the fact that James had been staring at you for the entire period. Tuesday’s were always theory days, dull and tedious even when you were in a receptive mood. This morning, you were taking in only about half the content of the lecture, your fingers continuously tapping against your desk while Lily frowned at your fidgeting. Your hopes that James would act like you didn’t exist were clearly not based in any sort of reality, though you should have expected as much. This was James: utterly relentless no matter what.

You kept your head down as you packed up your books, catching the four boys across the room exiting their pew from the corner of your eye. You were free, at least for the time being.

“Just go on without me,” you said, turning to Lily. “I want to talk to Flitwick about joining dueling club.”

She gave you a small smile, throwing her bag over her shoulder as you each moved to leave. “I think that’s a good idea. It’s probably better than going to Taruisus directly. This way, you’ll get some real practice in.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I just have to hope I don’t embarrass myself too much.”

As you walked down the steps, Lily slipping out the door with a promise to see you later, your stomach dropped. James was leaning against the side of the pew, his eyes towards the door. You clenched your jaw, ripping your gaze away as you passed him, heading towards Flitwick’s desk at the back of the room. The students began to dissipate, leaving you and James alone, save for your Professor, who had yet to notice your presence. Your posture stiffened as you heard James walking behind you, his shoes clicking against the stone floor.

With a wave of his wand, Flitwick organized a pile of parchment on his desk before scurrying around a stack of books. “I’ll be with you in a moment!”

You nodded, your head growing light when James came to stand a meter away. You played with your tie, your head bent towards your feet as you waited for Flitwick to finish.

“Hey—” James began in a low voice, though Flitwick came skirting around his desk before he could finish.

“I apologize,” Flitwick said, smiling at each of you. “What is it that you two need?”

“I wanted to talk with you about joining dueling club,” you said quickly, the need to leave as soon as possible growing stronger and stronger as the seconds passed.

“I’m pleasantly surprised, Miss L/N,” Flitwick said, his smiling growing brighter. “We meet today after classes in room 1L. You are welcome to stop by.”

“Thank you, Professor,” you said, spinning around to leave. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

You hurried out of the classroom and into the corridor, darting towards the main castle with a racing heart. Everything felt like a blur, the image of James’s face nearly burned into your retinas. You didn’t have Astronomy until 11:45, though you knew Sinistra would let you sit and do school work until then, or in the worst case scenario, make you polish the telescopes. No matter what, you needed to go somewhere you could breathe a little easier, preferably without the possibility of running into James.

Just when you thought you had escaped the suffocation of being around him, your name was called out behind you. Your breath caught in your throat, quickening your pace despite the urge to stop. You could hear him bolting down the corridor, soon skidding directly in front of you and forcing you to halt.

“You’re joining dueling club?” James asked with wide eyes.

“Yes,” you said plainly, taking a step around him and continuing towards the Astronomy Tower. Your hands began to sweat, your ears buzzing as he walked alongside you.

“Why?”

“You know very well why.” You hoped he would take a hint given your obvious irritation, though he only shook his head at your answer, seemingly with no plans to leave your side.

“I’ll teach you how to duel,” he said. “Or Sirius, or Remus, they’re both just as good as I am. You don’t need Flitwick to—”

“Don’t you have practice or something?” you huffed, taking a right down another corridor.

James swerved around a group of students, ignoring a few of them when they said hello. “No, Ravenclaw took the spot.”

“Well, surely you have some studying to do.”

“This is the way to the Common Room,” he paused, nearly crashing into a pillar. He turned back to you, scratching his head. “I’m sorry about what I said this weekend.”

“Just leave it, James,” you muttered, picking up your pace again.

“Won’t you just talk to me for a minute?”

“We all ready tried that,” your annoyance was growing, though nothing deterred him.

“We can’t just—” James faltered, pushing through another crowd. You moved around the edge, hugging the wall in hopes of losing him. You had no such luck, for he quickly moved beside you again. “Tell me what to do to fix—”

“Nothing,” you answered, cutting him off. “Do absolutely nothing.”

You turned to move up a staircase leading to the fifth floor, flying up without looking back. James did not bother to follow, watching as you disappeared around the bend. At least he could follow instructions.

Professor Sinistra let you work alone in the Astronomy classroom, not questioning why you wanted to be here rather than the myriad of other rooms in the castle better suited for your purposes. You had simply thanked her politely, quietly making your way up the tower, gazing above you at the charmed ceiling full of twinkling stars.

You decided to begin on your essay for Charms, getting a head start for once on your assignments. Lily would be more than pleased when you told her, for she was likely doing the same. After you had gotten through a fair few pages of parchment, you dropped your quill, shaking out your aching hand. A blot of ink began to spread on your paper, absorbing a few letters into its black mass. You sighed, sitting back in your chair as you stared at the ruined paper.

A few models in the corner of the classroom turned slowly around themselves, the sun floating at its center. All around you were charts and diagrams, many older than your great-great-grandparents, crafted by the hands of former Hogwarts professors. It was one of your favorite classrooms in the castle, glittering with the intriguing mystery of the night sky. On the wall was a row of tall bookshelves, all filled with similar looking tomes, extremely thick and bound in leather. On each of the spines read a year, dating all the way back to the founding of Hogwarts. You had learned about their contents first year, complete with a project having to analyze a specific page. They were recordings of all celestial activities occurring in the northern hemisphere, a task bestowed upon the current Astronomy professor. The position of every planet, their visibility to the naked eye, meteor showers, the tilt of the earth, solar flares, everything was meticulously recounted for future study.

You had avoided looking in those books since April of fifth year. Before that, you had gone and looked at four specific dates, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, and your own birthdays, memorizing your birth charts “just in case of an emergency!” Although your friends were rather supportive of your love for Divination, astrology was not something they put much credence in. It was a fickle thing, as were all forms of Divination, though you were not one to doubt the stars.

This was precisely why you hadn’t dared open one of the tomes in well over a year. At first it was due to the fact that you had no interest meddling in your mates love life. Later on, the reasons changed considerably. Now, the temptation was too strong, the desire to know one way or another enough to either rip you to pieces or grant you such glorious elation you may go mad with happiness. All you had was the date, the twenty-seventh of March, 1960. It was enough to tell you Aries and nothing else, which is the way you had planned on keeping it.

The shelf seemed to stare at you, inviting you to walk over, to run your hands over the spines, to pull one out and open it up. You glanced over at one of the models, it was around eleven from what you could tell, plenty of time to peruse a volume and scribble your findings down on a piece of scrap parchment.

Your eyes shot back down towards your work, your hands coming to rest on the desk as you glared into the ink blot. You closed your eyes, remembering what Quattlebaum had once said in class, sparking a great deal of interest in you at the time, “The stars can speak…though their language may seem anachronistic and illegible to untrained ears. Do not fret! You will learn to appreciate their ever changing nature, for it is like our own, forever shifting to accommodate the bends of time.”

The bends of time; was that all this was? You, James, the fish, the war? Was it all just the ebb and flow, the wax and wane of life beating on and on until you died? You rubbed your temple, laughing at your own existential pondering. This was outrageous, absolutely ludicrous…right?

You stood, your chair scraping against the floor as you made a b-line towards the shelf, your eyes frantically running over the dates written onto the sides. You followed the years down the line, 1973, ‘72, ‘71, kneeling to reach the 60s. There it was, 1960, your golden year. Before you could talk yourself out of it you pulled the heavy book from the shelf, cradling it in your arm as you went back over to your desk, pushing your quill and parchment out of the way to make room. You immediately opened it, flipping through the pages to find the right month. In a moment, the twenty-seventh of March was presented in front of you, complete with all the information you needed and more.

For a brief, fleeting moment, you reconsidered. What good would come of it? What were you even hoping to find? Was it even right to analyze the chart of an unrequited love?

You scanned the pages, running your finger down the paragraphs, eyeing the neatly crafted diagrams littered between the words. He was an Aries, though that you already knew. You could also determine the compatibility of sun signs without having to consult a reference book, unintentionally doing so every time you learned someone’s birthday. Your sun signs did show a good deal of compatibility: shared weakness when it comes to boredom, each independent, he may become impatient with your inaction, we can’t go on like this. All of this you were well aware of, though it mattered little in comparison to the whole chart.

You pulled out a roll of parchment, grabbing your quill so you could jot everything down. Moon in Aries, interesting, Mercury and Venus in Pisces, even more intriguing…Jupiter in Capricorn…Lilith in Gemini. Soon, you had everything written down, other than what you couldn’t make out with a lacking birth time. Unfortunately, there was no ordinary way of asking someone whom you were currently trying to avoid what time they were born. Besides, he probably had no idea. When you had asked Lily, she looked at you sideways for a full ten seconds.

Without an astrology reference book with you, you were unable to get a full reading. A small part of you hoped you’d lose interest by the time you made it to the Library, realizing that this was an incredibly foolish idea in the first place which could only result in further heartache. You quickly returned the astronomy book back to the shelf, slipping your parchment back into your bag, your leg bouncing underneath the desk.

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“Settle down, settle down,” Professor Flitwick began, standing on the long, narrow platform at the center of the room. “We have a new member of our club.” He motioned to you, standing amongst the group of students below, many of which were notably younger than yourself. Sheepishly, you glanced around at them, trying to make yourself smaller. “I’d like you all to welcome Miss L/N with the proper dueling club spirit, which is…”

“Respect, courtesy, and discipline,” the students called out in unison. Near the back of the room, Professor Taruisus said it as well with a large, overzealous grin.

“Very good,” Flitwick said, pacing down the platform. “It’s down to business, then. As you know, last week we covered the Tongue-Tying Curse, which may be a bit advanced for some of you, so do not be too hard on yourself if you are yet to master it. I’d like to begin this week's meeting with a few duels employing this curse,” he paused, gazing across the group of students. “Miss Waters, you had some luck with it last week.”

Agnus Waters, a fourth year Gryffindor, nodded her head enthusiastically, moving through the crowd to step up onto the platform.

Flitwck’s eyes danced across the students once more, landing on yourself. “Miss L/N, would you care to demonstrate? I’m sure you will be able to provide some excellent insight on this fifth year spell.”

With a shaky breath you nodded, nervously stepping up onto the platform opposite Agnus.

Flitwick stood in the center, glancing between each of you. “All right, take your positions.”

“Professor,” you began, your wand still at your side. “Am I allowed to use upper level spells, or should I only use fifth year and below?”

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” Taruisus said from his corner, causing a few giggles to ripple throughout the students.

Without responding, Flitwick stepped off the platform, leaving you and Agnus to take your positions and begin the duel.

You left dueling club with a bit more pride than when you arrived, though you couldn’t be too cocky about beating a few fourth years. You were almost positive all the professors would have been made aware of your current situation, though you felt as if Flitwick and Taruisus were more happy to have a seventh year to demonstrate more advanced spells rather than helping you hone your skills.

As soon as you stepped into the common room, heading towards the stairs to the girl’s dormitories a bit deflated from the experience, Sirius popped up from one of the tables where he was sitting with Remus. You didn’t have time to escape before he rushed over, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, firecracker,” he said, his grin far more irritating than normal. “Doing all right?”

“Fine,” you mumbled, continuing towards the staircase.

Sirius came along, his arm staying put. “Haven’t seen Zephyr in a while, or the other trolls. Hopefully Dumbledore’s got them holed up in the dungeons.”

You threw his arm off of you when you reached the staircase, moving to head up.

“Oi!”

You turned around, your lips pursed as you stared down at him, a hand on his hip. Why you didn’t just keep on walking was beyond you. “What?”

“Don’t want to talk about your lover’s quarrel?” he asked with a smirk.

You scowled, moving back down the staircase. “Shut it,” you whispered, glancing around the common room. It didn’t appear as if anyone heard, though the threat was still imminent if he kept on speaking. “It was not a lover’s quarrel.”

“Sure seemed like one,” he said, his smile widening, sly and filled with mischief. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were shacking up.”

“Well, it wasn’t,” you snapped, narrowing your eyes. “And you know that as well as I do we’re not.”

“Come off it,” he whined, waving you off. “When are you two gonna get over this so we can go back to focusing on the common enemy. I’m getting antsy here.”

“Which is?” you asked, growing more and more tired of his antics.

“The tossers who tried to poison you, obviously,” he whispered with a shrug.

You rolled your eyes. “And what are you planning on doing about them?”

His smirk deepened, his face growing alight. “I was thinking some Amortentia in snivellus’s drink, make him fall in love with Hagrid or something. Maybe a bit of choice wand-work for Mulciber. I think we might be able to go full public shaming on Zephyr given the—”

“Okay, I get it,” you said, raising your hand. You weren’t sure how much more of his enthusiastic revenge plans you could take. There was also the added concern of spending too much time in the common room, thus increasing your chances of running into James.

“Seriously,” Sirius began again, his smile dropping, “is this one of those times when one of you acts like you’re gonna hold a grudge and you don't, or is this the real deal?”

“The real deal, as far as I can tell,” you said, turning to walk back up the stairs.

“This is bull,” Sirius called. “I can’t follow you up!”

“Exactly.”

“Thank Merlin you’re alone,” Marlene gasped as you walked into your room, standing up from her desk chair.

“Did you turn Dorcas’s boots green again?” you asked warily, glancing over towards Dorcas’s trunk.

“No,” she huffed, hurrying towards you. “And that was three years ago, give it a break.”

“Yeah, but it’d be pretty funny if it happened again,” you chuckled, pulling off your tie and tossing it onto your bed.

She continued to stare at you with frantic, rather worrying eyes. “I haven’t been able to get you alone in ages,” she began, working herself up considerably. “You have to tell me about the fight. What happened, what’d he say?”

You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. When you let your hand drop, Marlene’s eager face was still directly in front of yours, urging you on. “Godric, Marls, you really are a gossip.”

Her mouth pressed into a line, unrelenting.

“I don’t even remember most of it,” you argued, turning away to kick off your shoes and shoving them under your four-poster. “It was just a fight, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Marlene scoffed, plopping down on your bed. “C’mon, it’s me! I all ready know your big secret. What's another?”

“Some people like to keep certain things private,” you said, walking around her legs to pull out your trunk. You began to dig through it for your muggle clothes, tossing them onto the floor beside you.

“They’ll wrinkle if you do that,” Marlene said, leaning over the side. You didn’t respond, picking them up and going to the lavatory. “I just want to help!”

“You’ve helped enough,” you said through the door as you changed.

“Just give it to me one to ten,” she called. “One being awful, ten meaning you two started snogging.”

You swung open the door, staring back at her with a blank face. “If you must know, it was a bloody disaster.”

Marlene cringed, her brows pinched. “How much? A massacre?”

“Just about.” You threw your clothes into the hamper, sitting down beside her with a long, drawn out sigh. “That’s the gist of it, at least.”

“Y’know,” Marlene began with a small smile, “before, it seemed a lot like a lovers quarrel if you ak—”

“Not you, too,” you groaned, flopping back onto your mattress.

Marlene looked down at you, her smile gone. “Dorcas?”

“No, Sirius.”

“Huh. I’ve discovered over the last few weeks that our minds actually work a lot alike,” she said with no shortage of disgust. “It’s disturbing.”

“Sorry if I don’t have a lot of sympathy,” you said, throwing an arm over your eyes. “I’m maxed out on self-pity.”

Marlene didn’t say anything for a beat, letting out a short breath. “You really won’t tell me?”

You took your arm from your face, meeting her eyes. Her brows were tilted, her eyes begging you to spill. You sat up, slouching forward with another groan. “It’s kind of embarrassing, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh, none of that,” Marlene said, knocking your shoulders. “You’ve known me too long to still get embarrassed over shite like this. How long did I make you stay in this room with me while I cried over Zephyr?”

“Too long, considering he’s a rat,” you muttered.

“Hey, we didn’t know that at the time,” she said sternly. “But that only proves my point further. See the kind of stuff I pull.”

You rubbed your hands down your face, glancing over at her hesitantly. “He just fed me lines the whole time.”

“What’d he say?”

“He said he didn’t tell me about Mulciber because he thought I’d be embarrassed by it, like we're eleven years old or something,” you said, growing peeved at the memory of it. “I told him it was a load of crap, but he just kept doubling down—”

“You are such a moron,” she said, her eyes wide as she stared at you.

“What? You really expect me to believe that? It’s a cop-out,” you argued. “He’d have to be completely daft to think that.”

“He’s a moron, too,” she said, completely sure of herself. “Of course he’s stupid enough to think that.”

You faltered, a bit flabbergasted by her assertion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean he probably feels the same way you do about him, but because you’re so bloody closed off he can’t get a read on you,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “He’s probably walking on eggshells trying to feel out the weather. Of course he’d avoid letting you know Mulciber teased him about supposedly shagging you. It’s a nightmare scenario. Well, at least if you’re a moron. Any reasonable person would—”

“I’ve already told you, he doesn’t fancy me,” you interrupted.

Marlene groaned dramatically, her hands splaying out in frustration. “I’m going to kill you one of these days. Any more of this and I’ll start going gray.”

You didn’t respond, staring at Lily’s bed in front of you. You weren’t sure if Marlene’s words would ever be enough, no matter how sure she was. Even so, the possibility was torture, the one in a billion chance enough to make you question your own recollection of Sunday. Your eyes fell on Lily’s desk, her books neatly piled, her parchment rolled to perfection. What would she say if she knew?

“Before I left I told him he had an ego made of glass,” you said with a dry laugh, the reality of how ruined everything was coming into full view. “I have no fucking clue where I pulled that one from.”

“Very poetic,” Marlene said with a sad smile. “And partially true. I would’ve said a house of cards.”

Your head fell into your hands, your words muffled, “What am I gonna do?”

“What do you want to do?” she asked softly.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to forgive him?”

You laughed again. “I don’t know.”

“Are you still upset with him?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to snog him?”

You took your face out of your hands, glaring at her smug expression. You hit her on the arm, shaking your head. “You’re the worst.”

“I’m the best,” she said with a teasing grin. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about telling James so you two can get on with it all ready? The temptation is tortuous. I’m a saint.”

“Godric, you really do sound like Black,” you said, smiling at her grimace.

She stood up, shaking her head as she meandered around the room, swinging one of the posts of her bed.

“Where is everyone anyway?” you asked.

“Lily’s doing some Ancient Runes thing with Remus, which is probably hideously boring,” she drawled. “Merlin knows where Dorcas is. Why?”

You picked up your bag, the parchment with James’s birth chart still tucked inside the pages of your Charms textbook. “I don’t know, just wondering,” you said, putting on your shoes.

“And where are you going?” she asked with a raise of her brows.

“The Library.”

She sat on her bed, going to grab her shoes. “I’ll come with you.”

“You don’t have to,” you said, knowing it was the last thing she wanted to do.

“You sure?”

“Positive.” You swung open the door, calling out over your shoulder. “I’ll be back late, I’m gonna do my Astronomy observation tonight.”

“Have fun,” she called, sing-song and sarcastic. “We’re finishing this conversation later!”

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You walked down the long aisles of the Library, weaving your way towards the Divination section. You found your tried and true reference for birth charts and horoscopes, The Astrologists Handbook by Penelope Dalca, hauling it back through the shelves towards the tables.

When you came to the open study room, scanning the tables for a free spot, you immediately ducked back behind the shelves, your heart beginning to race. Lily and Remus were at a table with a few other students, though they had not seemed to notice you, peering down at an array of books scattered across the surface. Lily’s auburn hair, glowing under the soft light of the Library, was piercing, an unwelcome reminder of the moral gray area you were heading towards. Your fingers curled around the edges of your book, holding it tightly to your chest.

Slowly, you inched your way back into the aisle, scampering towards a more secluded area. Surrounded by the well stocked though barely visited poetry section, you set your things down at a small table, taking out your quill and parchment.

After nearly two hours, you believed you had as good of a reading as you were capable of. Your parchment was a scribbled mess, James’s birth chart dissected and put back together again in front of you. Much of it made sense, though you had to keep in mind the greatest weakness in the art of astrology: free will. The stars were simply a starting point, the rest comes from nurture, the life one leads not only in initial upbringing, but the people you meet, the places you go, the things you are able, or unable, to learn. His chart is the one in which he was born to, though the James of the current day was decades ahead, filled with experiences both known and unknown to you. As Quattlebaum had put it so aptly, “...forever shifting to accommodate the bends on time.” With this in mind, you read it over one more time.

Sun, personal identity: Aries, the youngest sign, active, independent, brave, can be bold, inpatient, often lives in the moment, innovative, tenacious

Moon, emotions: Aries, passion, faces problems head-on, intense desires, not prone to sulkiness (though it can occur), outward confidence

Mercury, logic and communication: Pisces, open to possibilities, tactful

Venus, relationships: Pisces, playful, cares for many, may lie to prevent heartache, attracted to being the savior or the saved

Mars, force and drive: Aquarius, rebellion, freedom, adept at getting his way (no kidding)

-7 Opposition between Mars & Pluto: tendency to impose will upon others, may modify Mars traits = magnetic quality, possessiveness

-10 Opposition between Mars & Uranus: strength in overcoming obstacles

Jupiter, ethics: Capricorn, ambitious, values achievement, most successful when resourceful

-9 Opposition between Jupiter & Lilith: tendency to go to great efforts, especially in love

Saturn, order: Capricorn, scrupulous (surprising)

Uranus, individual liberty: Leo, resolute, independence is valued

Neptune, non-egotistical liberty: Scorpio, may confuse intensity with compassion

Lilith, repressed natures: Gemini, may speak too freely in anger, leading to shame

North Node, lacking qualities: Virgo, struggles with orderliness and practicality

Next, you went through your own chart in relation to his to find points of compatibility, or incompatibility. Your fingers buzzed as you hurriedly jotted down your notes, flipping back and forth through the reference book.

Our Suns: all ready covered

Our Moons: He is expressive, I am steady. I am understanding of his impatience and he finds me calming. Coupled with his Saturn and my Mercury, he may search for a strong emotional reaction, even at the expense of conflict.

Our Venus’: We are opposites: magnetism or strong pull. This comes with excitement, positive & negative complications.

His Mars vs. my Venus: he is more energetic, good for long term relationships, an overall positive.

His Pluto vs. my Saturn: I add tranquility, he brings new ideas, there are possible clashes.

His Pluto vs. my Mars: I am more easily able to see into his deeper qualities than others, understanding.

His Jupiter vs. my Neptune: spiritually compatible, a strong draw

111 Trine Sun and Mars = positive for relationships

94 Trine Venus and Mars = passion (good & bad)

108 conjunction Sun and Lilith = he may find me evasive or impossible to pin down. The qualities which attract may also cause conflict. This is concerning.

-88 Square Sun and Lilith: complication, suspicious fascination. Also concerning.

You didn’t know what to think. So much of your friendship had been boiled down, distilled into its most basic parts and presented in front of you, your recent fights glaringly obvious on the parchment. The qualities which attract may also cause conflict, he may lie to prevent heartache, you are evasive. Just as your eyes ran over your words again, attempting to pick out all the negative aspects, weaving them around your own faults and follies, the bell tower began to chime. You had entirely lost track of time, quickly slamming your book closed and putting your things back into your bag. Across the Library, you could hear the stragglers shuffling along the floor to leave, hushed voices saying goodnight to their classmates.

Hoping Lily and Remus had already left by now, you placed your book back into its proper place on the shelf, saving Madam Pince the trouble. You were able to slip out of the Library without seeing your friends, your shameful piece of parchment making your bag grow heavy on your shoulder.

You had missed dinner entirely, heading down to the kitchens in hope there was still something for you to grab. Thankfully, Isby had kindly saved you a plate, though she did not seem too pleased about your late arrival. Afterwards, you headed up to the Astronomy Tower, your after-curfew pass signed by Sinistra safely in your pocket.

It was cold this time of night up in the Tower, your coat doing little to protect you. Over the years, you had gotten very good at warming charms due to your frequent late night excursions to observe the sky, a necessity if one were to seriously pursue the subject. A few other sixth and seventh years were there as well, each doing their independent studies. You peered into the telescope, looking back and forth at the large sheet of parchment on the easel in front of you. You were currently charting the movement of Ceres, a long and arduous process which your current state of mind was not completely prepared to take on.

For hours you resisted the urge to move your telescope, to take a peek at the stars which shifted above you in their endless dance. If only Quattlebaum could see you now. “Even our muggle counterparts are aware of the power of the celestial system. They have their own traditions of believing their fate lies within the stars…they are correct, of course! But fate, I will remind you, is not the only guiding force…”

A few of your classmates turned their head as your telescope squeaked, abruptly swiveling as you gave in to temptations. You cringed a bit at the sudden attention, glancing back down at your chart as if you were still working on it. Soon, everyone went back to their own work, leaving you to gaze at the stars in peace. You swallowed nervously as you peered into the telescope, studying the crescent moon in Aries, soon to enter Taurus.

Chapter Fifteen

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More notes: the credit for the birth chart, compatibility info, and general astrology knowledge goes to cafe astrology and astro seek!

Also during this I realized I missed the full moon...sorry for forgetting about you Remus

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kings rising highlights & annotations

chapter 9

indented text is from the book. some quotes have commentary, some do not. some comments are serious, and some are definitely not. most of them will only make sense to people who have read the series. and, like, there are spoilers. so please read the books first if you're interested!

also: part of the reason i'm doing such a close reading is to study cs pacat's style, especially in terms of how she does romance and erotica. there are "craft notes" that might seem weird, like i'm being redundant or restating something rather than analyzing, but those are more things that i want to remember/take away from the writing!

i'm going to tag these longer posts with "sam reads capri" in case anyone wants to read them all at once.

this is a google doc i wrote with overall content warnings for the captive prince series. it's not perfect, but i do think it's important to include.

The next morning, they had to sit next to each other.

me when i’m a high school junior and had a huge falling out with my best friend who i’m totally not in love with last night but we still have to coexist in ap english class

The joint thrones today were under a silk awning, raised to protect Laurent’s milkmaid skin from the sun.

BRUTAL

Lady Vannes murmuring into the ear of a new female pet

oooooh what happened to the old one? drama alert!!

A part of Damen acknowledged, a little guiltily, that Laurent probably hadn’t deserved to get thrown around the training arena as a result.

laurent would disagree

Nikandros said, without looking next to him, ‘Your uncle has wiped out half of our army with two hundred men.’ ‘And a belt,’ said Laurent.

nikandros private twitter vent #11. incoherent violent stick figure jpegs

Damen said, ‘At least someone else has a chance to win at javelin.’

i understand that people like sports and it’s a fun thing to add to a pretty serious story but i am the buzzkill here and ugh. sports

In the stands, slaves rhythmically raised and lowered fans and brought shallow cups of wine that everyone drank except Laurent.

me getting ginger beer at the bar yesterday while the dude i was with drank an espresso martini and two whiskeys

He came forward naked, as was the custom in Akielos.

i feel like violent dangerous sports are a really good occasion to wear MORE clothing, but go off i guess

The two men scooped oil from the receptacle brought to them by the stewards, anointed their bodies with it, then they slung their arms around one another’s shoulders, and, on the signal, heaved. The crowd cheered, the men grappled, their bodies straining against each other in slippery hold after slippery hold, until Pallas finally had Elon panting, on the grass, the sounds an eruption from the crowd.

this is like the not-evil twin of the veretian court wrestling

Damen rose from the throne, and put his hand to the gold brooch at his shoulder. His garment dropped and the crowd roared its approval.

you know, damen’s lack of freaking out about some of the indignities of the veretian court make more sense now

‘Good fight,’ he said, taking his place again on the throne beside Laurent. He waved over some wine. ‘What is it?’ ‘Nothing,’ said Laurent, and found somewhere else to put his eyes.

hang in there buddy

‘What can we expect next? I really feel,’ said Vannes, ‘it might be anything.’

i love the slight disdain here

‘Who did this to you?’ ‘I did,’ Laurent said. Damen turned. Laurent stood in the entryway of the tent. He was arranged with elegant grace and his lazy, blue-eyed attention was all on Nikandros. Laurent said, ‘I meant to kill him, but my uncle wouldn’t let me.’ Nikandros took an impotent step forward but Damen already had a restraining hand on his arm. Nikandros’s hand had gone to the hilt of his sword. His eyes were on Laurent furiously. Laurent said, ‘He sucked my cock too.’ Nikandros said, ‘Exalted, I beg permission to challenge the Prince of Vere to a duel of honour for the insult that he has done to you.’ ‘Denied,’ said Damen. ‘You see?’ said Laurent. ‘He has forgiven me for the small matter of the whip. I have forgiven him for the small matter of killing my brother. All praise the alliance.’ ‘You flayed the skin from his back.’ ‘Not personally. I just watched while I had my man do it.’ Laurent said it with a fronded, long-lashed gaze. Nikandros looked physically sick with the effort of repressing his anger. ‘How many lashes was it? Fifty? One hundred? He might have died!’ Laurent said, ‘Yes, that was the idea.’

LAMEN HR COMPLAINT #8

god i FUCKING love this little confrontation. i appreciate how we can start easing into some more comedy with these specific characters, because nobody here is like actively enslaved or abused. they’re all on even footing, so shots can be fired for fun, and can be read as such. the analysis here, in short, is that damen and laurent are both insane about each other and nikandros just has to deal with it. laurent thinks it’s amusing to mess with nikandros, and to a lesser degree damen. and damen tolerates it because he knows laurent behind his performative cruelty, but can’t possibly explain that to nikandros. regardless, laurent has immunity from damen, which means he also has immunity from nikandros.

this is also a good way to show how both damen and laurent have started “settling” the matters of damen killing auguste and laurent punishing him in vere, since the last scene where both subjects were heavily referenced.

Angry as he was, Nikandros wouldn’t disobey a direct order. His training was too deeply ingrained.

i like this subtle moment. damen grew up in the same culture, yet one of his main Things in this series has always been disobeying orders he disagrees with. built different!

‘Why would you do that? He’ll defect.’ ‘He’s not going to defect. He is your most loyal servant.’ ‘So you push him to breaking point?’ ‘Should I have told him I didn’t enjoy it?’ said Laurent. ‘But I did enjoy it. I liked it most near the end, when you broke down.’

laurent calculated and performative cruelty to protect himself from being vulnerable, you know the drill by now

‘You didn’t have to come here. You could have sent a messenger.’ In the pause that followed, Laurent’s gaze shifted involuntarily sideways. A strange prickling passing over his skin, Damen realised that Laurent was looking at the polished mirror behind him at the reflection of his scars. Their eyes met again. Laurent wasn’t often caught out, but a single glance had betrayed him. They both knew it. Damen felt the hard ache of it. ‘Admiring your handiwork?’

damen: i know you came here on purpose to spend time with me alone when you totally didn’t have to laurent: [very obviously checks out damen’s bare back, and not just for the symbolism reasons] damen: you want to look at me so bad (because you have an emotional attachment to the marks and you want to torture us both about it, and also because you think i’m hot. in both cases you’re the desperate one here, i win)

‘I’ll join you after I’ve dressed. Unless you want to step closer. You can help stick in the pin.’ ‘Do it yourself,’ said Laurent.

this sounds like their prince’s gambit-era antagonistic, vaguely horny, reluctantly fond banter. we’re getting somewhere!

The fever pitch of the crowd was bloodthirsty. The okton brought that out in them, the danger, the threat of maiming. The second of two targets was hammered onto its struts, and the attendants gave the all clear. In the heat of the day, anticipation was an insect buzz, rising to a commotion on the south-western side of the field.

this is such a fucking terrible idea you are in a WAR. damen you are going to be KING. why are you risking your life to play a sports right now. it would be like if the person about to cure a disease decided to play a game of bowling with a 80% survival rate right before they finished the vaccine

Damen heard the reaction of those around him. The Veretian Prince was, at a glance, Damen’s athletic inferior. Certainly, he avoided the training fields. No Akielon had ever seen him fight, or take exercise. He had not participated in any of today’s contests. He had done nothing more than sit, elegant and relaxed, as now. ‘Veretians do not train in the okton,’ said Damen. ‘In Akielos, the okton is known as the sport of kings,’ said Makedon. ‘Our own King will take the field. Does the Prince of Vere lack the courage to ride against him?’

makedon wants that twink obliterated

Damen waited for Laurent to sidestep, to evade, to find, somehow, the words to extricate himself from the situation. The flags fluttered loudly. The stands were silent, to a man. ‘Why not?’ said Laurent.

FSIUFHSDIUFHSDF i love laurent so much it’s unreal. this is the same response you’d give if a friend asked if you wanted to get takeout on a thursday night. “yeah, why not?” mr. “probably” laurent strikes again

Mounted, Damen faced the course, holding his horse ready at the starting line. His mount shifted, fractious, eager for the horn that would signal his start. Two horses down from his own, he could see Laurent’s bright head.

their horses who are canonically in love with each other get to do homoerotic sports too!!

But the true challenge of the okton was this: if you missed, your spear might kill your opponent. If your opponent missed, you were dead.

i was going to say “thankfully there are no real-life sports that sacrifice the physical well-being and possibly lives of eager-to-impress youths looking for glory and compensation” but then i remembered american college football exists

Laurent could also throw a spear. Probably.

probably.

But all of that meant nothing in the face of the okton. Men died during the okton. Men fell, men suffered permanent injury—from a spear; from hooves after a fall. Out of the corner of his eye, Damen could see the physicians, including Paschal, who waited on the sidelines, ready to patch and sew. There was a great deal at stake for the lives of the physicians, with royalty from two countries on the field. There was a great deal at stake for everyone.

not beating the american college football allegations

Damen could not aid Laurent in the contest.

he’ll kill one of his own people by throwing a sword across a clearing to save his captor in book 2, but he won’t use his kingly authority to say “hey guys maybe let’s not put both of the army’s leaders, one of whom is the love of my life and also my divorced husband, in the hunger games right now”

There was something intellectual in the way he assessed the field, and it set him apart from the other riders. For Laurent, physical pursuits were not instinctive, and for the first time it occurred to Damen to wonder if Laurent even enjoyed them. Laurent had been bookish as a boy, before he had re-formed himself.

“he should be at the (afterschool dungeons and dragons) club”

Laurent dealt with the danger of the okton by simply behaving as though it did not exist.

that tracks externally, but i also think that inside laurent’s brain he does acknowledge it, he just has a precise threshold of acceptable risk

Instinct reacted before thought. The spear was driving towards his chest; Damen caught it out of the air, his hand closing hard around the shaft, the momentum of it wrenching his shoulder back. He absorbed it, tightening his grip with his thighs to keep himself in the saddle.

this would be even more impressive if it was not the solution to a dangerous situation you ACTIVELY MADE HAPPEN

All his attention was on the other spear, flying towards Laurent. His heart jammed in his throat. On the other side of the course, Pallas was frozen. In that stricken moment of choice, Pallas could only decide whether to dodge and risk his cowardice killing a prince, or stand his ground and receive a spear to the throat. His fate was tied to Laurent’s, and unlike Damen, he had no recourse for what to do. Laurent knew it. Like Damen, Laurent had seen it early—had seen the strut collapse, had judged the outcome. In the handful of extra seconds that this afforded him, Laurent acted without hesitation. He released his reins—and as Damen watched, as the spear flew right for him—he jumped, not out of the way, but into the path of the spear, leaping from his horse to Pallas’s, dragging them both to the left. Pallas swayed, shocked, and Laurent bodily kept him down low in the saddle. The spear sailed past them and landed in the tufted grass like a javelin.

an akielion wouldn’t think to do THAT, would they!!

(also, love the little parallel to prince’s gambit, with damen ripping the grate out of the wall and laurent’s meticulous scheming. here it’s not as much a competition as it is a mutual/cooperative victory, with damen stopping the javelin mid-air and laurent intelligently evading the other one headed towards him)

The crowd went wild. Laurent ignored it. Laurent reached down and neatly filched Pallas’s last spear for himself. And, keeping Pallas’s horse at a gallop—as the sounds of the crowd swelled to a crescendo—he threw it, sending it flying right into the centre of the final target. Completing the okton one spear ahead of Pallas and of Damen, Laurent drew his horse up in a little circle, and met Damen’s gaze, his pale brows rising, as if to say, ‘Well?’ Damen grinned. He hefted the spear he had caught, and from where he was on the far side of the course, threw; let it go sailing over the full, impossible length of the field, to thunk into the target alongside Laurent’s spear, where it rested, quivering. Pandemonium.

they are both That Bitch. perfect for each other, and now everyone knows it (kinda) <3

After, they crowned each other with laurels.

cute

There was a warmth in his chest whenever he looked at Laurent. He didn’t look often for that reason.

Their men would ride out unified, and if there was a crack down the centre, no one knew about it. He and Laurent were good at pretending.

no they’re not. they’re just becoming more entertaining and endearing than annoying and frustrating, so people are more likely to listen to them

Laurent took his place on one of the lounging couches like he was born to it. Damen sat alongside him.

and all was right with the universe

The whole room went silent. Makedon and Laurent faced one another. The silence stretched out. ‘You have the mind of a snake,’ Makedon said. ‘You have the mind of an old bull,’ said Laurent. They stared at one another. After a long moment, Makedon waved at the slave, who came forward with a fat-bellied bottle of Akielon spirits and two shallow cups. ‘I will drink with you,’ said Makedon.

i love this unlikely friendship. laurent is being socialized like a feral kitten

Laurent glanced at the wine that the slave had poured, and Damen knew with absolute certainty that if it was wine, Laurent wasn’t going to drink. Damen braced himself for the moment when every scrap of goodwill that Laurent had garnered for himself was thrown away—as every tenet of Akielon hospitality was insulted, and Makedon swept forever out of the hall. Laurent picked up the cup in front of him, drained it, then returned it to the table. Makedon gave a slow nod of approval, lifted his own cup, downed it. And said, ‘Again.’

extremely loud airhorn goes off SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS

Later, when a great many overturned cups scattered the low table, Makedon leaned forward and told Laurent he must try griva, the drink from his own region, and Laurent downed it and said it tasted like swill, and Makedon said, ‘Ha, ha, true!’ Later, Makedon told the story of his first games, when Ephagin won the okton, and the bannermen grew misty-eyed, and everyone had another drink. Later, everyone roared when Laurent was able to balance three empty cups on top of each other, while Makedon’s cups fell over.

is this just what frat parties are like?

Laurent maintained a scrupulous posture until they were all gone, his eyes dilated, his cheeks slightly flushed. Damen spread his arm over the back of his own seat and waited. After a long moment, Laurent said, ‘I’m going to need some help standing up.’

i love that damen just Waited. he knew. he wanted laurent to admit it. they’re so funny

He wasn’t expecting to receive Laurent’s full weight, but he did, a warm arm slung around his neck, and he was suddenly breathless with the feeling of Laurent in his arms. His hands came up to steady Laurent’s waist, his heart behaving strangely. It was sweetly, impossibly illicit. He felt the ache in his chest. Damen said, ‘The Prince and I are retiring,’ and waved the lingering slaves out. ‘It’s this way,’ said Laurent. ‘Probably.’

‘Is today the first time you’ve been beaten in an okton?’ ‘Technically, it was a draw,’ said Damen. ‘Technically. I told you I was quite good at riding. I used to beat Auguste all the time when we raced at Chastillon. It took me until I was nine to realise he was letting me win. I just thought I had a very fast pony. You’re smiling.’ He was smiling.

drunk laurent happily telling damen about auguste :’) also the “you’re smiling” is so adorable, i love how we’re getting some dorky soft laurent finally. he contains multitudes. this, like, “suddenly aware that he’s being cute and appreciated for it, slightly indignant but also allowing it because it’s damen who thinks he’s cute” thing is wonderful and tbh i hope i can someday allow myself to be like that too :)

‘Am I talking too much? I can’t hold alcohol at all.’ ‘I can see that.’ ‘It’s my fault. I never drink. I should have realised I’d need to, with men like these, and made an effort to . . . build up some sort of tolerance . . .’ He was serious. ‘Is that how your mind works?’ said Damen. ‘And what do you mean, you never drink?

drunk laurent is so funny. and i love how damen is amused, endeared, and absolutely fascinated by the inner workings of this man. me too.

also, it's insane that laurent would ever ask if he's talking too much. taking too much is like his entire thing

side note: this is 100% how i am when i use any kind of mind-altering substances, like a sedative before a root canal. i remember detailing how i felt in my notes app at the time and then reading it later and being both impressed by the determination to remain incoherent and amused by the inserted notes of “why am i laughing” “why is everything funny”

You were drunk the first night I met you.’ ‘I made an exception,’ said Laurent, ‘that night. Two and a half bottles. I had to force myself to get it down. I thought it would be easier drunk.’ ‘You thought what would be easier?’ said Damen. ‘“What”?’ said Laurent. ‘You.’ Damen felt the hairs rise over his whole body. Laurent said it softly, and as though it was obvious, his blue eyes a little hazy, his arm still around Damen’s neck. They were gazing at one another, halted in the half-light of the passage. ‘My Akielon bed slave,’ said Laurent, ‘named for the man who killed my brother.’

“no shit, i got drunk”

It wasn’t unusual for two young men to wander the halls together, swaying, after a revel—even among princes—and Damen could pretend for a moment that they were what they seemed to be: brothers in arms. Friends.

you guys got publicly married-divorced and laurent told an entire army that you fucked each other multiple times. you wear matching arm cuffs. even your horses are in love. be so serious rn

The guards on either side of the entrance were too well trained to react to the presence of royalty leaning all over each other.

They Pretend They Do Not See It (not an HR complain bc they’re not really bothering anyone or breaking rules)

‘No one is to enter,’ Damen ordered the guards. He was aware of the implication—Damianos entering a bedchamber with a young man in his arms and ordering everyone out—and he ignored it. If Isander suddenly had a startling reason why the frigid Prince of Vere had foregone his services, so be it.

oh nooooo what a shame if isander backed off from your man, what an unintended and unfortunate consequence, oh nooooooo

Laurent, intensely private, would not want his household present while he dealt with the effects of a night’s worth of drinking.

just got a vision of laurent as heather chandler in the hangover/death scene. wearing that cunty little robe and talking shit

Laurent was going to wake with a blinding headache fuelling his corrosive tongue, and pity anyone who ran into him then. As for Damen, he was going to give Laurent a push in the small of his back and send him staggering the four steps to the bed. Damen unlooped Laurent’s arm from his neck, disengaged himself. Laurent took a step under his own power, and lifted a hand to his jacket, blinking. ‘Attend me,’ Laurent said, unthinkingly. ‘For old time’s sake?’ said Damen. It was a mistake to say that. He stepped forward and put his hands on the ties of Laurent’s jacket. He began to draw the ties from their moorings. He felt the curve of Laurent’s ribcage as the tie threaded through its eye. The jacket tangled at Laurent’s wrist. It took some effort to get it off, disordering Laurent’s shirt. Damen stopped, his hands still inside the jacket.

Under the fine fabric of Laurent’s shirt, Paschal had bound Laurent’s shoulder to strengthen it. He saw it with a pang. It was something Laurent would not have let him see sober, a keen breach of privacy. He thought of sixteen spears thrown, with a constant effort of arm and shoulder, after rough exertion the day before.

fuck, that’s right. damn laurent

Damen took a step back, said: ‘Now you can say you were served by the King of Akielos.’ ‘I could say that anyway.’

he may be white girl wasted but he’s still our laurent

Lamp-lit, the room was filled with orange light, revealing its simple furnishings, the low chairs, the wall table with its bowl of fresh-picked fruit.

this time, the fruit basket guy just showed the kitchen staff a bunch of ao3 fics tagged “in vino veritas” and told them to make it work

Laurent was a different presence in his white undershirt.

makes him sound like a cryptid. blonde man jumpscare

They were gazing at each other.

we know.

‘I miss you,’ said Laurent. ‘I miss our conversations.’

he would not have admitted this under torture

(also, i really like how he misses their conversations first and foremost. laurent really does love damen for his mind and heart, more than anything else. damen is the same, but he's a lot more vocally into the other parts of laurent too)

It was too much. He remembered being strapped to the post and half killed; sober, Laurent had made the line very clear, and he was aware that he had crossed it, they both had.

damen is still afraid to potentially take advantage of laurent, especially because of what happened the first time laurent interpreted his advances in such a light (ow)

‘You’re drunk,’ said Damen. ‘You’re not yourself.’ He said, ‘I should take you to bed.’ ‘Then, take me,’ said Laurent.

Laurent lay where Damen put him, on his back in a half-open shirt, his hair tumbled, his expression unguarded. His knee was pushed out to the side, his breathing was slow as one in sleep, the thin fabric of his shirt lay against his skin, rising and falling with it. ‘You don’t like me like this?’

first thing, good for him. second thing, not good for him, because trauma, and the fact that he sees himself as a sexual object (i went a lot more into this during the chapter 7 re-analysis)

‘You’re really . . . not yourself.’ ‘Aren’t I?’

i do think damen means this as a “you could punish me for taking advantage,” but i also think there is the fact that damen doesn’t want a version of laurent who isn’t in his right mind (like slaves, who aren’t given the ability to have minds of their own). this calls back to the whole “you like it simple” thing in chapter 7, and it’s pretty satisfying to see damen prove laurent wrong!

‘I tried to kill you. I can’t seem to go through with it. You keep overturning all my plans.’

said with hearts in his eyes <3

Damen found a water pitcher and poured water into a shallow cup that he brought to the low table by Laurent’s bed. Then he emptied the fruit bowl of fruit and put it on the floor alongside, to be used as a drunk soldier might use an empty helmet.

THEY WORKED HARD ON THAT THEMATICALLY RELEVANT FRUIT BASKET >:( although perhaps this is its true thematic relevance? a means of damen helping laurent care for himself in recovery?

‘Laurent. Sleep it off. In the morning, you can punish us both. Or forget this ever happened. Or pretend to.’ He did all of this quite adeptly,

at least he’s getting more self-aware about his own blind spots, or at least his ability to have them

Laurent, falling through scattered thoughts into sleep, said, ‘Yes, uncle.’

i think this line honestly might have been a step too far. not necessarily because it’s a bad thing for laurent to say, i get that it makes sense for him to associate this kind of vulnerability with [redacted], and it’s even possible that laurent doesn’t drink now because the regent got him drunk before he [redacted].

why i think it miiiiiiight not work, is the fact that damen doesn’t oh fuck wait i JUST made note of a line where damen acknowledges how he can “quite adeptly” ignore things, literally a few sentences ago. i can’t even say he would have noticed, or made note of it, because that is his character. and the irony is like right there on the page. it’s frustrating to read, but it’s an intentional choice. well played as usual!

#we are so fucking back #sam reads capri #capri #captive prince #kings rising #damen of akielos #laurent of vere #lamen

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Valentino /Sukuna Ryomen x Reader/ .o8

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother, some light teasing, more tutoring sessions, and Sukuna punches a pervert!

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 1.125k

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a/n:: I've felt mentally drained so I'm going to finish this dang chapter holy frick did this take so long :D

. . .

Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! ❤️

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Sleep didn't come easy to you, and it was expected. Seeing Sukuna in his vulnerable state, having him confirm a small doubt in your mind, and having Shoko spur on your aching heart.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but you needed to force it. You can't force someone to love you back.

Sukuna had his reasons, and it didn’t concern you in the slightest. You told yourself that as much as possible when you felt the need to say something to him after lessons and classes, or do simple things like ask about his day. When you wanted to ask, you bit your tongue and stayed silent. Sticking to the normal day to day chit chat between classmates.

Don’t bug him more than you already do. You say to yourself as you lift your fist up and knock on the door a few times.

There was a quiet "enter" from his side of the door, and when you did as told you didn't see Sukuna in the living room or kitchen like normal.

"Sukuna?" You asked, confusion filling your brain. You continued to wander around the dorm until Sukuna's bedroom door opened up, revealing a disheveled man.

His hair a mess, t-shirt lopsided and somewhat dirty, and boxers on full display. You quickly averted your eyes, trying to save Sukuna his dignity. "Hello to you too."

He waved before heading into his bedroom to change and look cleaner. Moving yourself to your usual space on the couch, you pulled out your things and started flipping through a notebook.

There was almost no noise, besides the random grunts of Sukuna shuffling through his things. Even your thoughts going quiet and jumbled with the notes in your book. Writing things down and not noting the shadow being cast over you by Sukuna.

"Hey, what're you working so hard on?" His voice broke your train of thought, making you look up at him.

"Uhm, tutoring?" You responded, a questioning tone in your voice. "Why?"

Sukuna sighed, resting his cheek against his fist, maroon eyes scanning your figure. "Don't you wanna have fun instead?"

The question catches you off guard and you chuckle, patting his knee in an almost loving manner. "I don't think you should have fun until you get better grades."

"God, you sound like my mother!"

You crinkle your nose as Sukuna's rather modest laughter fills the air. It had been a while since you saw a smile.

With a sigh, you straightened your posture and started to the session, seeing Sukuna's eyes begin to glaze over in a bored pout. You didn't like doing much studying either, but keeping your grades up mattered to you.

Sukuna knew this, watching you diligently work with him to help. So determined..

——

"..How are your parents?" He asked, his eyes lazily looking towards you.

It had been an hour since the tutoring had started that day, and Sukuna's mind was elsewhere. It was dull, the schedule he has wrapped himself into. It was the same thing everyday, seeing the hundreds of students around campus and ending up stuck in his dorm with you.

Talking about equations and random stuff he was already familiar with became tedious. Even though he was willing just to see you.

Never say that out loud though.

"Oh, they're fine," You answered, a slightly confused look on your face as you tapped the cap of your red pen on the notebook.

Sukuna raised a brow, scooting himself closer into your space, a small smile on his face. "That's not specific enough. I wanna know how they're doing."

I just told you– "Well, my dad's working on some project for the house apparently. He wanted to make a garden for it."

"Your dad's still the plant guy, huh?"

You pout your lips as Sukuna's curled into a smirk. "Not always. He got into sports cars for some reason, even though he's a planet health guy."

Sukuna chuckles at this before starting to write a few things down in his notebook. You grumble with a slightly warm flush filling your cheeks. Either way, you couldn't really complain much, his smirk made you feel warm inside.

"Are you done with the questions I gave you?" You asked, leaning your head over and bumping your cheek against Sukuna's shoulder.

"Yeah, the last one stumps me though.."

After teasing him for a few moments about his blunders and getting side eyed for the next twenty minutes, you eventually were able to explain the problem before Sukuna pointing out how late it had gotten.

"I could order a pizza and you just sleep over again." He said as he put away his things, placing a hand on his hip. "It'd be best, this dorm is filled with shit drunk guys."

"Aw, you're so sweet," You responded, lifting your bag over your shoulder strap while hiding all the giddy cuteness inside you. "But it's just a five minute walk to my place. I'll be fine!"

There was a hostile look of discontent in his maroon eyes that read: How dare you say no to me?

A confused shiver was sent down your spine before you sighed and pat Sukuna's arm, heading towards the door. "I'll text you when I get home, promise."

Letting out a small grunt, Sukuna eventually caved and you went home. Although he did threaten that he'll give you a stern talking to if he didn't get a text.

He's got more layers than an onion.*

Though, as you made your way home, you bumped into someone. His hair was messy, sunglasses barely hanging onto his head with his hair pushed back, and pants dirtier than your crustiest sock. But his pink cheeks and glossy eyes didn't betray you in recognizing one of your weirdest friends to date.

"Satoru? What are you doing out?" You place a hand on the males exposed forehead and humming to yourself. "..Are you high, drunk, or sick?"

With a delayed reaction, a hiccup, and a pout, you got this. "My girl, you're judgy so muchy~ Let me life without demands!"

You raise a brow and scoff. I know he'll regret this drinking in the future.

"Fine, but I have to go home now," You say, patting the disheveled mans shoulder, a smile on your face. "Don't trip walking up those stairs!"

But as you said goodbye, Gojo leaned in and placed a soft peck on your cheek with surprising accuracy. You blink in confusion as Gojo smiles loosely and pets your head. "Don't hurt yourself either, Miss best friend chaser!"

Before words could process, or a thought was able to work the cogs in your headspace, there was a grunt and a very big "someone's jaw might have gotten broken" sound.

. . .

a/n: hope you guys have been doing well! srry i haven't posted in almost two months maybe really, so many things came up. I was worried about mental health for a while, wasn't feeling motivated to write much but then smthing else happened. Huge changes are happening so we might end up with another writer's drought lmao (I'm going to college soon and do adult things ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙;;;)

*and if u didnt get the reference I'll scream*

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jayjj7 · 1 year ago

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chapter 11. planning planning planning (HALF WRITTEN)

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your usual routine for class consists of rolling out of bed against your own will, but ever since you met yunjin and have something, well someone, to look forward to, you’ve been getting up immediately. hanni had snuck into your room to take a charger not knowing that your alarm was going to ring soon. she tried to be as quiet as possible hoping to not wake you up but mostly because she didn’t want to be caught stealing your charger. as she was leaving, your alarm rang and to her words out of shock and fear,

“WHY DO YOU WAKE UP LIKE A SOLDIER!?” hanni yelled dropping your charger on the floor. yes, you would stand up as soon as you heard your alarm but that didn’t mean you were fully awake, so your response to hanni was a simple stare.

in the middle of class you look over at yunjin who has her eye brows furrowed and her left hand was gripping the edge of her skirt, turning her knuckles white. clearly frustrated and confused, you couldn’t help but want to assist her, after all she did give you a spare pen. you slowly slide your notebook to yunjin, showing her the summaries, notes, facts, and rephrases of what the professor had said. she looked at you before she looked down at your notebook and mouthed a ‘thank you’ before taking a picture of what you’d written.

“thank you for your notes, you’re a life saver!” yunjin says as soon as the professor ends his lesson, grabbing you with one hand just beneath your shoulder.

“yeah of course” you smile

“hey i forgot to ask for your number for our study sesh this saturday. could you give it to me?” yunjin hands you her phone

“oh yeah sorry”

before she asked, you were packing up your laptop into your bag but you had bigger matters to handle. like putting in your number for yunjin…

after typing in your number and name you hand it back to yunjin and continue to pack your stuff.

“thanks ill text you later for the details” yunjin turns her phone off and tosses her bag over her shoulder.

“bye!” she waves and walks out the room. all you could really do in that moment was wave and smile, you hadn’t noticed how you were not responding back to her.

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changingplumbob · 6 months ago

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Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 11

The library of Windenburg won't know what hit it!

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Amore (Italian) Love Bambino/s (Italian) Male child/children Ciao (Italian) Hello/Bye Grazie (Italian) Thank you Schatz (German) Treasure Tante/Onkel (German) Aunt/Uncle

In the library in Windenburg Max and Hugo Villareal are keeping toddlers Alfred and Rilian busy. Max is working on needs flashcards with Rilian while Hugo has decided to play with Alfred for a bit.

In a side room Luna has found the archive machine and begins to pull together some research for her next paper. She hasn’t used one in a while so she has to ask the librarian about the more fiddly tasks that she has forgotten how to do. Lucky for us the librarian is friendly and happy to help.

Max: And what is this one

Rilian: For hungry!

Max: Good job! We can cook lots of nice things in pans to fill up our hunger

Alfred: I birdie, flap flap

Hugo: Uh oh, storm is coming

Alfred laughs and giggles as Hugo spins him around. When he gets back on solid ground though he wants some flashcard time to! If his brother can learn then so will he.

Following streaming her jog around the rainy heart of Windenburg Devin returns to the library to find some fans have gathered.

Fan: OMG it’s you! In person!

Devin: Ciao! Nice to see you despite this rain

Fan: I couldn’t miss this chance. Can I… please may I have your autograph

Devin: Of course. I keep some headshots on me in case of autograph emergencies. Now who shall I make it out to?

After signing some autographs, taking some selfies and posing for the paparazzi Devin breaks out her guitar to give an impromptu performance for those that braved the weather.

Inside Rilian has finished with flashcards and has gotten Onkel Max to play with him. Unfortunately as great as Max and Hugo are they do manage to get confused about which twin they’re responsible for. Seizing his chance Alfred heads to the dollhouse.

Alfred: Birdie SMASH

He lets loose on the dollhouse, trashing what he can. A nearby child is horrified at the display and bursts into tears. Luna comes in just as he’s finished and grinning to himself.

Luna: ALFRED! I thought you two were going to watch him

Luna’s brothers mutter their apologies while Luna scoops up Alfred and apologises to the librarian. Devin comes in and although she doesn’t have her tools is happy to pay for the cost of repair. The Del Sol Villareal’s head home.

When they get back the toddlers need naps and Luna heads to host her last online office hours for the day.

Luna: Class, I am here to help. But some of these submitted questions are answered in the final chapters of the books. I’m not here to read the books for you. Reframe your question after you’ve finished the text and we can discuss

Next student group

Luna: You want me to define that word during office hours? Let me help you. Open a tab and go to dictionary.com, everyone make note of that

Next student group

Luna: You all sound on track for your essays, I’m looking forward to reading them. Remember, include all references! We quote or we paraphrase, we do not plagiarise

Norah: I know it’s a bit more wordy than normal

Devin: I can do science jargon, can’t be more tongue twisty than The Jabberwocky

Norah: You’ve recited that?

Devin: It was a test in my first university course, showing pronunciation and ability to memorise. I passed with flying colours

Norah: Nice. See you on set, oh we’re giving your character a new look as well

Devin waves her friend goodbye and heads to the kitchen where Joey is baking something else.

Devin: Still fighting the burnout?

Joey: Trying. Work was intense today but I scored a promotion!

Devin: Look at you go! I’m so proud of you bro

Joey: The feeling is mutual, I hope you know that

Devin: Grazie

Joey pulls the fish pie from the oven and Devin can’t stop herself laughing.

Devin: *through laughter* Oh if you ever wanted proof for your “we’re in a simulation” argument that’s got to be it! Like why would you choose to make pie like that? Look at the tails!

Joey: I take it you won’t be eating any

Devin: Me and my bambinos will be eating excellent meatballs, my palate is refined after all, but... grazie for trying?

When the toddlers are up they also laugh at the fish tails sticking out of the pastry. Joey responds by pulling some of his best faces making the boys laugh even harder. When they’re finished Joey helps Devin get them to bed as Luna’s online office hours seem to have run overtime.

Devin goes to tidy up dinner while Joey starts on some knitting.

Devin: Grazie for the help, Luna does get so generous with her students

Joey: You don’t mind?

Devin: She has work that makes her feel fulfilled. I get the same feeling from my filming, and watcher knows that can take just as long. End of the day I know regardless she and I will always put our family first. A night a week of missed bedtimes at this age won’t harm the twins relationship with either of us. Now scooch over, let the knitting pro show you how it’s done

Devin continues her own project, giving Joey advice as he navigates his latest plant holder. He finishes and declares he’s inviting Alexander over for a bake off catch up. Devin laughs and finishes her own work. Spotting Luna in the garden spraying some errant bugs she steps outside.

Devin: Ciao amore mio

Luna: Oh schatz, I’m sorry I missed dinner. One of my bilingual kids was having a crisis about syntax and I-

Devin silences her with a kiss and lifts her up gently spinning her around.

Devin: Have I told you I love how you call your students your kids

Luna: *laughs* You know what I mean

Devin: I do. You care about them and their futures, knowing they have someone like that in their corner is worth a few missed dinners

She sets Luna back on the ground gently.

Luna: Can we go kiss our bambinos goodnight? I know they'll be asleep and won't know but still

Devin: Of course we can. Then you and I have a date between our sheets. Workaholics deserve treats

Luna: They look so sweet like this. Our babies

Devin: Yep. You’d never know they are the same ones that busted public property and made grown kids cry

Luna: *laughs* Thank goodness you had some simoleons on hand, and the paparazzi had already left. Now I believe you promised me a bedroom treat

Devin: *coyly* Did I? Would I do that?

Luna: Do you want me to launch a tickle attack because I will

Devin: Come on then amore, to bed we go

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withdrco · 2 months ago

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New chapter of Go All The Way!!!! Regulus' pov!! He’s so INTJ!!!

Regulus was the last to leave the lecture hall at 11:30, his English poetry class having just finished. It was his favorite subject at the moment, even though it was Dumbledore who was teaching, a professor he didn't like. With his bag on his shoulder, he checked his phone, noting a new wave of messages in the Marauders group.

It made him sigh wearily. Why did everyone seem to want to share every detail of their lives all day long?

"Regulus?" called a voice so faint that he wondered if he had imagined it.

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vinecradle · 2 years ago

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11 OMG - the sudden meeting (✿)

scaramouche x fem!reader

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red for kazuha, blue for scaramouche!

you groaned as you thought of school, "nilou, layla, i'm gonna go to class first. i may or may not have forgotten my book at class 2C.." you sighed out.

"are you sure you're gonna go alone, right now? there's still 2 hours before school starts... don't you dislike it when you go to class without either kaveh, layla and i since there's a lot of people you don't know?" nilou questioned.

you sighed and stood up, "i'll be fine, i hope.. i just need to get my book quickly since there should be no one right now.. i'll get going now!"

and with that you waved at nilou and went on to go to sumeru class, 2C. not wanting to meet absolutely anyone.

i guess that'll change without you knowing, right?

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

walking, walking, and walking.

you don't know how long you've been walking.

it's so empty, so quiet, and so dark.

just a little more.

you thought to no one, but yourself.

..and you've reached class 2B.

you sighed, and finally got the book you needed with no one in sight. "i should seriously get going."

walking outside with your head down, you nearly bumped into someone.

"oh- i'm sorry." you let out, without sparing a glance at the person in front of you. and the said person chuckles and suddenly pat your shoulder, and spoke. "who would've thought this is what our first meeting would turn out like?"

and with that, you swiftly looked up. only to be met with the face of scaramouche- the pretty eyes guy. "wait, i'm sorry! i didn't think it would be you- is this your class?"

"mhm, i always get here early. what are you doing here? i mean, if you were in my class, then i would've noticed you long ago."

you just pushed the lingering thoughts of his last words to the back of your head, "i kind of.. may have, accidentally left my book here.." you sweatdropped.

"what's up with you and leaving books? anyway, class is starting in about a few minutes. don't want you getting stuck here now, hm?" he said and pat your head.

you just nodded at him with a smile, trying to push the feeling of flusteredness inside you. "-yeah. again, sorry for nearly bumping into you.. and i'm glad we finally got to talk in person. i'll get going now!" you said at him, and waved your goodbyes.

and with that, you left to go to your own class with your thoughts. i thought there was way more than 1 hour before school starts..? fuck, i didn't even bring my phone.

kazuha stared at the two's interaction and snickered to himself, "well. you two are cute together, aren't you?" he teased his fellow friend. scaramouche just scowled at him, "not. a. word."

• IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE 😭😭 i had to go to the mall for a school project yesterday and fell asleep while writing..

• and finally a real life, actual conversation between you and scara 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻 things will finally pick up from here!!

summary :: wanting to go back to your dorm from the library, and accidentally leaving a friend's book there not knowing she has the intention of making you give it to someone she's trying to set you up with, a note inside with your number. without anyone realising, the book is in the hands of someone else, and you then wake up to a message from an unknown number.

author's note :: i kind of.. may have.. ran out of ideas for this chapter because it all came up in school and when i was nearly asleep 😭 and the explanation for why the time went by so fast for reader, it's because she spaced out.

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patchwork-oil · 1 year ago

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❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 2/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,386 Warnings: strong language

Summary: Turns out, you forgot Nepeta was stopping by. She’ll be able to help you sort through your feelings, though.

Author’s Note: Happy Christmas Eve I guess? What better is there to do than write fanfic lollll

As is only reasonable, I refused to think anymore. I went completely head-empty watching some videos on my phone in the dark of my room before eventually passing out without a thought to my name. Everything should go by perfectly, I’ll forget about yesterday and today should proceed as normal.

Right?

I lay in a half-asleep stupor when something possesses me to check my phone. 11:30 AM..? How late was I up watching videos... A Pesterchum notification?

AC: :33< hey (name)! be there at 12!

Oh.

AC: :33< ill make karkitten open the door if youre sl33ping in again h33h33 AC: :33< is it pawlright if aradia comes too?

Oh no.

I completely forgot Nepeta was stopping by to pick up part of her cosplay she left behind last time we held DnD here. And we’re supposed to go out to the craft store after.

With all the practice of a college student who had woken up minutes before class began way too many times, I rush out of bed and get dressed in a flash—it’s just Nepeta and Aradia, they can handle it if I accidentally wear my shirt backwards. Breakfast! Breakfast? Is there time for breakfast?

I scramble out the door and beeline it to the fridge. Yogurt will have to do. Karkat was leaning over the counter with a bowl of cereal and his phone in hand, watching me in bewilderment.

“(Name)-“

“Hm?!” WHAT. Why didn’t he start by swearing at me? What does he want? I probably responded too fast-

“-if you have the time, which, by the looks of it, maybe you don’t… No, wait, what the hell has you all flighty?”

“Um!” I shovel some yogurt into my mouth and dunk the empty container in the trash. “See, uh, in like, 10 minutes Nepeta’s coming over?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, (Name), you know we tell each other before we have guests,” he moves to pick up his bowl.

“No, no! She won’t be staying—we’re leaving right after. I would have told you yesterday if we had something planned, but really she won’t be here long so I forgot. I… also overslept, sorry.”

Karkat’s face contorts, trying to read me as if I were a sign across the room. I find myself avoiding his gaze, for some reason. He gives up, and with a sigh places the food back down.

“Fine.”

“… Aradia too.”

“Fuckin’—The more the goddamn merrier, I guess.”

I smile in relief and wash the spoon I was using. He seems to have forgotten what he wanted to talk to me about, so that’s a plus!

“So,” Goddammit. “I just wanted to say-“

“Brush my teeth! I have to go brush my teeth. Tell me after?”

“Wha-“

I’m in the bathroom with the door closed before I hear the end of that. Why the HELL am I freaking out so bad? I don’t even know what he wants to say! It probably isn’t about last night. There isn’t even anything to say about last night! I was just on top of him a little! Roommates can get touchy with… each other… no they don’t. Do they? I’m spitting out paste before I even realized I started brushing. I check myself in the mirror. I really could have messed up today with forgetting to tell him about Nep coming over. I owe it to him to at least listen to what he has to say. Can’t find a solution when you’re too scared to look at the problem, or something.

I pull open the handle in defeat.

“Hi Karkat!” That’s… not my voice.

“Hey Nepeta. (Name)’s in the bathroom. Yeah, Aradia, go ahead. Make this your hive.” Karkat dripped with all the sarcasm I was to blame for.

“Hi! I’m here, I'm almost ready! I just need to grab my bag and stuff.”

Karkat was holding the door open as Aradia and Nepeta filed in. I wave to them both as they talk quietly between themselves. Karkat’s iconic scowl hit me like a headshot. Yeah. He’s going to tear me to shreds when I get back.

I mouth “sorry” at him as I hurry past.

Last week, I stored Nepeta’s delicate cosplay hat in my closet when I noticed she had left it here. I suppose if I kept it out I wouldn’t have forgotten about today, but there’s nothing I can do about that now.

Her craftsmanship is gorgeous. From what I remember, Kanaya knit the base as some sort of a beanie, but Nepeta created these intricate fantasy flowers and sewn them into a sort of laurel configuration around the rim. I loved Nep’s DnD character, probably the most interesting out of the groups just by the way Nepeta role-played her, but the cosplay she brings every week just goes to show how much time and care went into creating the character as well. A druid swiftstride shifter, can’t get more Nepeta than that.

I should probably stop gawking and get back out there.

“Eee! Thank you so much for keeping it safe!” I feel almost too guilty to smile when Nepeta takes the hat from me. She puts it on as she bounces excitedly in place, apparently down to wear it out of the house. Honestly, she should wear it everywhere with how much time it must have taken to make.

“Of course! I’m just sorry about oversleeping today. We should get going right away. Have you guys eaten?”

“No,” says Aradia, stepping out into the hallway. “When Nepeta told me you weren’t answering, we both suspected you’d be too busy rushing to get ready to eat.”

“Wow! Geez, gumshoe, give me a break.” The other two are already down the hall when Karkat grabs me by the arm.

“Kar!?“

“We are going to talk when you get back. And before you flip whatever’s left in your stupid, rotting thinkpan, I’m. Not. Mad at you.”

… Allllllright.

Kinda out of character for Karkat if I’m honest.

His eyes bore into me with some expression I couldn’t understand. Yet, despite staring down each other for what felt like the rest of the afternoon, I don’t get the chance to dumbly respond with at least an “okay” before he shuts the door. _________________

Aradia pulled us to a cafe when I said I couldn’t stop dreaming about a hot breakfast sandwich. I’m honestly just saying anything to try not to think about how serious Karkat sounded. The other two go secure a table outside while I stand waiting for our orders. The cafe is almost crowded but mostly it’s pleasant with its mild chattering. I’m just grateful to sit outside in the crisp autumn air, hopefully it will clear my head. A tray appears on the counter before me and a server calls my name.

Nepeta and I have been friends nearly since college began. We were both art majors and we just clicked too well not to stick like glue. To top it off, I adored her art style. I often tell her how adorable her art style is, but she compliments mine back just as much if not more. She majored in 2D animation and it always felt like she was much more well-rounded than me. We make it a habit to gush about each other’s art constantly, she’s more than aware of how much I admire her. I mean, she’s getting plenty more commissions than I ever had.

And Aradia was a friend that Nepeta had introduced me to when we were batting around the idea of starting a DnD session. There’s no one with better time management than Aradia, and that’s like half the battle of being a dungeon master, I’m pretty sure. Not to mention her stories are always so exciting, she really knows how to make it feel like we’re really exploring dungeons and looting ruins.

The only other players in our session are Dave and Karkat, Dave who claims to have been dragged along by Aradia and Karkat who wouldn’t shut up about it until I let him join back when we first started dorming together. Ever since him and I got that table, we’ve been using it every other Sunday to play together in person.

“(Name)? Hellooo?”

“Ah! Sorry, did you say something? I was totally in my head.” Nepeta had apparently been trying to get my attention. Maybe this is more of a ruminating week.

“Heehee! You seem like you have a bit of a full heart, lately. You were acting strange since you caught up with us back at your apartment.”

“Huh? Oh...”

“Something on your mind?” Aradia leaned in.

I guess I trust these two more than anyone…

“I… Promise it’s not a big deal. In fact I’m pretty sure I’m making a bigger deal of it than it needs to be.” The two share a look briefly. “It was just something that happened between me and Karkat yesterday.”

“Did you guys fight?” Aradia asked way too fast and with too big a smile on her face. She does love drama after all.

“No. Not really, I guess. Well, it’s weird. And you have to promise not to make fun of me because this is actually super easy to make fun of me about.”

They both start giggling, which evolves into just full laughter.

“Right, not sure why I even asked,” I laugh along with them.

“We won’t! We won’t, we’ll be so serious,” Nepeta mediates with a lingering smirk.

“Nepeta, do you, like...” I look for my words like they’re somewhere on the table with my sandwich. “When you lived with Equius, did you guys… hug?”

“Yes of course! But I also just hug people all the time.” She demonstrates by half-hugging Aradia right next to her.

“What, did you just hug Karkat for the first time?” Aradia asks incredulously, almost ignoring Nepeta at her side.

“No,” I say with almost a scolding tone. “We’ve hugged before… I think. It’s not about that. I’m sorta just trying to find a roundabout way to explain… Well, I sorta was on top of him.”

“YOU WHAT?” They scream in unison.

“NOT LIKE THAT! It wasn’t like that! I just had my leg on his! But we were really close and for I don’t know how long—we were playing a game together!”

“Well what did he do?” One of them asks, I’m too busy burying my head in my hands.

“So when we won the level, at some point he put his arm on my back? And we still didn’t notice until we looked at each other.”

“And?”

“And that’s it”

“That’s it?” Aradia presses.

“Yes ‘that’s it!’ And I’m freaking out!”

“Really, (Name). That seems pretty normal to me! You both got excited is all. Even if it is weird that Karkat gets excited at anything at all,” Aradia tries to reason, Nepeta stays focused on me.

“But I really can’t read him! Ok, but this morning is when it gets weird. I think he was trying to talk to me about it, but I’m way too scared to hear him out.”

“What is there to be scared of? You’re the only one Karkat doesn’t really scream at. He’s more at, like, 70% with you at most.”

“I’m not scared of that. I… don’t know. That’s what I’m having trouble with. I don’t even know why I’m nervous. I just don’t want anything to change between us. He’s the best roommate I’ve ever had.”

“Are you worried he may have liked you all along?” Nepeta asks very quietly, but very pointedly. I stare at her like she has the answer written on her face.

“I… think so. I guess that’s what I haven’t been able to put into words. I don’t know how I’d feel if this whole time he was only nice to me because he liked me like that. Only moved in together because…”

My heart catches in my throat, I really don’t know what I’d do…

The two share a look, this time more troubled.

“(Name)…” Aradia starts.

“I don’t think that’s happening. I mean no offense, but when Karkat likes someone, it’s very obvious. We would have seen something during our sessions at the least,” Nepeta finishes.

Oh, right. It’s no secret Nepeta had a huge crush on Karkat for a very long time. It wasn’t until maybe sophomore year that we encouraged Nepeta to tell him, all of us knowing fully well he didn’t feel the same way. It was strange, though, the way Nepeta gained a lot of confidence after he rejected her feelings. She was a completely different, happier person. They’d been friends much longer than I knew either of them, but it was only after that day that they both seemed completely honest with one another. Karkat, too, could laugh around her more and more since then. I hope I’m not reviving any bad history.

“And if I know him, I’d say he’s probably trying to clear this up as well.”

“Nepeta’s right. Everyone noticed how you started to act similar once you were dorming together. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was freaking out as much as you for the same reasons.”

I sighed as if I had been out of breath. “So there’s nothing to worry about?”

“Not at all,” Nepeta smiled and put both hands on one of mine. She looked absolutely charming with the afternoon sun on her hat and her cute cat-ear horns.

“Aw man. It would have been much more exciting if he made a move on you. Imagine how awkward next session would be.”

“I don’t think you’d like that as much as you say you would, Aradia.”

“It would enhance your characters!”

The heavy air leaves the table with our fit of laughter. I’m definitely ready to see Karkat tonight, even if he needs to cut me to ribbons.

“Thank you guys. I promise I’ll be more present for the rest of the day.”

Nepeta perks up “You better! I just got a huge commission and I want to spend all day in the craft store!”

Aradia tags along. “And I’ve been getting into woodworking, we may have to stop at a hardware store too.”

“Oh, what the hell! All I need is a new sketchbook!”

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Author's Note: I always wanted to read a fic where Aradia and the reader were friends :3

I don't know why tumblr isnt letting me do my indenting :( i love my indenting

#homestuck x reader #karkat x reader #po writes #karkat vantas x reader

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roohuh · 2 years ago

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Detention

Ominis x MC

Part 11 of the Obliviate Series

Summary: you serve dentition for sneaking into the library after curfew.

Warnings: 18+ trigger warning(I can’t really decide but I feel like this chapter needs caution so just be warned)

Sneaking into the library to get some late night studying seemed like a great idea when you hatched it; however, having already been sent into a raging bad mood due to Sebastian's shenanigans, Scribbner was in no mood to be trifled. She sat at her desk late into the evening on the watch for any would be intruders. Swiftly she spotted your attempt to creep past her desk and assigned you a hefty detention which now stares you down as you finish your last class of the day. Ominis has been reluctant to leave your side even to use the restroom after the confrontation with his brother. You pat the back of his hand laughing as the two of you walk to the library.

“Whatever will you do without me all evening?” Teasing you dramatically pry your hands from his.

“I wouldn’t have to spend my evening without you if you would learn to study when the sun is up.”

“I have to strike while the iron of inspiration is hot.” You kiss his cheek before heading into the library holding your breath in the hopes of finding Scribbner in a better mood. Instead of the old stout lady sitting at her desk you see the tall blonde figure of Professor Guant reading a book. Blue eyes look up from the page and lock onto yours. Swiftly looking away you scan the room for the Librarian now desperate for her presence. Approaching you he greets warmly.

“MC! Right on time.”

“How's the face?” He ignores your dig he and continues.

“I have commandeered your detention.” Mouth going dry and you shift nervously. Beckoning you to follow he leads out of the library. You march obediently behind feeling as if you are to be lead to your execution. He walks in the direction of the dark arts tower and you wonder where he is leading. Eyes trainer on his lean back as you follow you can’t help but note how much like Ominis he looks from the back.

He addresses you stopping in front of the Undercroft.

“In we go.” You half expected to see Ominis down there as you and the Professor enter. Hand hovering over your wand you watch the man walk to the center of the room laughing to himself as he kicks the pile of blankets and pillows to the side.

“Relax, I don't fancy meeting your wand in battle today.” He laughs at your tense stance. “I would merely like to see what you are capable of.” Walking towards you he stands inside of your bubble of personal space. You can smell his rich cologne.

“I want to understand your power. How you killed that Acromantula. Ranrok, Victor.” He whispers in your ear. A shudder runs down your spine and you retreat from his proximity.

“ I know there is a secret to your power show me” He shouts drawing his wand.

“What if I don’t?” you challenge.

“I can give you your memories back.” You bore into his eyes.

“Ominis says you are not to be trusted.” You waver unsure if he means it. You are desperate for your lost memories but you have little faith in the word of your professor.

“Bitter words from a little brother.” He laughs not unpleasantly. Raising an eyebrow you question.

“I can have them back just by showing you a few magic tricks?” The man laughs at your simplistic break down.

“More or less. I will give you one memory for this demonstration. Everything I learn about your power will result in more memories.” You purse your lips wondering exactly how much ancient magic you can show him before you threaten to reveal the secret of your power.

“Fine.” You sigh pointing your wand on a barrel in the corner; picking it up you smash it against the opposite wall.

“Impressive.” Eyes glowing he compliments your ability then waves his wand. The mist in your brain seems to clear and you can remember Ominis as a much younger self standing by a window in the common room on your first day at Hogwarts.

“I remember.” You gasp feeling tears prick at your eyes.

“Show me more.” He hisses moving his body dangerously close to yours. You can feel his hot breath on your skin and you freeze. He hovers over you, eyes running up and down your body. Licking his upper lip he growls something in Parseltongue then back to English in a low hiss

“I want you.” You lock eyes with him trying your best to appear unafraid.

“No.” You cooly reply ignoring the affect he had on you.

“I always get what I want little beauty.” He pinches your chin forcing you to meet his gaze. “I am a patient man. I will wait for you to come to me.” Before you can answer he lets go of your chin and leaves. Sinking to the floor you draw your knees to your chest feeling the hole Ominis’ absence creates. The tears you once held back now flood your eyes.

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #fanfic #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x you #harry potter hogwarts game #sebastian sallow #ominis fluff

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m-jelly · 2 years ago

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Learning to blossom - Chapter 11

Stunning banner created by the wonderful @ladycheesington 💕

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, Uni AU, confessions, tattooed Levi, drama, flustered Levi, smut, quickie, breeding kink, dom Levi, pregnancy talk.

Concept: Your new teacher is a little too friendly and Levi is on edge. You both go to a Halloween party and get a bit kinky in the bathroom. You get sick and discover you might be expecting.

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Levi smiled softly as you jumped around him excitedly because you were starting your third year at university. He reached over and pulled you against his body. “You are so cute.”

You clung to Levi and giggled as he walked with you to lectures. “I’m so excited. All our lectures are together! Plus, we’ve got a lecture on body language. That is so badass!”

Levi chuckled. “It is.”

You hugged his side. “Do you think this subject will help us? You know, for the security business?”

“Of course.” He kissed the side of your head. “Fuck, I want to be done with uni already. I just want to marry you and start our lives together.”

You giggled at his declaration. “Me too.”

The door creaked as Levi pulled it open. The lecture room was small with a few rows of seats, it was more of an intimate setting. It was set up so students could feel closer and more connected with each other and the professor. It was the perfect place for you all. It was a new start of a new year and everyone that was left in lectures were those who wanted to be there and learn about criminology.

Levi led the way to the best seats for you to cuddle. He placed his things on the desk before helping you with your things. “You got everything?”

“Yep!”

He moved his things around and started making notes for the lecture. “Bunny?”

Your bright eyes looked over at him. “Yes?”

His soft hand caressed your cheek. “I love you.”

A blush spread on your cheeks. “I love you too.”

His long fingers wrapped around your thigh and then gently squeezed. “Our professor seems cool.”

You watched your professor enter the room. He was average height, middle-aged, and had tamed stubble and messy swept-back hair. He strolled across the room like he owned it, he had confidence rolling off his body. He stood before the class and assessed the six people who were taking it. Amber eyes locked with yours and then a gentle smile spread on his charming lips.

Your professor approached you and Levi. “I am Tim Lightman. I want you all to call me Tim. I am your professor for body language. Please, introduce yourselves to me and we’ll get to know each other a bit.” He acknowledged each person, but his gaze locked back onto you. “And you? You haven’t spoken yet.”

Your cheeks heated up a little as you said your name. “I’m looking forward to this lecture.”

“I’m glad.”

Levi cleared his throat making Tim look at him. “Levi.”

“Good to meet you all. Shall we begin our lecture?”

Levi’s steel blue eyes locked onto Tim as he moved around the room. He noticed he kept looking over at you and asking you questions. Levi was so proud of your answers. You were so smart and curious in his eyes. Levi’s lit up in pure admiration at how your mind worked with the answers. He tried his best to intercept and to give you a break from being the centre of attention. Tiredness was washing over you and Levi noticed it.

A loud clapping of Tim’s hands brought the debates to an end. “Thank you all for your participation and hard work. I am afraid this will continue next week. Enjoy your afternoon and weekend.” He waved his hand as he called your name. “Could you stay behind?”

You paused during your packing to look at your professor. “Of course.”

Levi plopped down in his seat with a huff. “I’ll stay too.”

Tim raised a brown. “Oh?”

You squeaked as Levi yanked you to sit on his lap. “W-Well, we live together and he is my fiancé.”

Tim’s eyes scanned you both. “Interesting body language between the two of you.”

“What do you mean?”

He smirked a little before shaking his head. “It’s probably nothing.” He sat on the desk near you. “I wanted to talk to you about today.”

Nerves filled you as you instantly thought you did something bad and he was going to inform you that you shouldn’t be here. Your head lowered as you began pulling at your clothes. “Right, sir.”

“Tim, please.”

Levi’s strong arm wrapped around you. “You did amazing today. You’re okay.”

You turned your head and softly smiled at Levi. “Thank you.”

Tim reached over and squeezed your hand. “You were really good.” He pulled back and hummed. “I was wanting to talk to you so I could praise you for your hard work. I also want to invite you to a club I run. A group of talented people who can read body language well. We review interviews with criminals and improve our skills. I would love for you to join us.”

You blushed at the praise. “Oh, wow. When do you all meet?”

“Fridays at four.”

You turned your head to look at your handsome fiancé. “Are you free then?”

With a little squeeze of your body in his arms he processed his thoughts. He hummed in response and knew very well he would not let you be alone with Tim. “I can make it too.” He glared at Tim. “You thought I was good too, right?”

Tim returned Levi’s stare. “Indeed. I think it’ll be great to have you both.”

Levi lifted you and placed you on your feet. “Great. We’ll head home now.” He grabbed your hand. “Come on bunny.”

You waved to your professor. “Bye sir, enjoy your evening and weekend.” You stumbled along behind Levi as he dragged you home. “Levi?”

He slowed down as he felt his emotions flitter through his heart. “Can we talk? It’s not about us as a couple, but it is a serious talk.”

You nodded and gave his hand a slight squeeze. “Yes.”

“We’ll talk when we get home.” He lifted your hand and kissed the back of it. “I love you.”

“I love you always.”

Worry seeped into your body and anxiety began whispering away about different things inside your head. Too many bad things had happened to you and Levi over your time at university that you didn’t want more things to add to the list. Exhaustion washed over you and tears prickled in your eyes. A lump swelled in your throat as you fought a sob of emotional pain. Limbs became weak as you felt faint and unwell as your anxiety consumed you.

Levi caught you before you fell to the floor. “Hey, you okay? Are you tired? Is your blood sugar too low?” Small whimpers from you reached his ears. “Oh, bunny.” He scooped you up into his arms. “I’ve got you.”

You clung to Levi as you softly sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, bunny.” He gently squeezed you. “I should have worded it better. I set your anxiety off.”

You whined a little. “Love you.”

“I love you so much. I will always love you. You and me, forever and always”

You sniffed back your tears. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He kissed your forehead. “So proud of you. You’re my brave cute little bunny.” He paused in front of the front door and shifted you in his arms. “Bunny? Could you open the door for me?”

You placed your hand in Levi’s pocket and retrieved his house key. After unlocking the door Levi kicked it closed behind him and let you lock it. The world around you faded as your man carried you past your friends and upstairs to the bedroom. You were softly placed on the bed before Levi put your school things away.

You slowly pulled off your coat as you thought about the day. You had gone from making love to Levi in the morning, having a great afternoon full of energy to a crying anxious bundle by the late afternoon. You felt a little guilty for bringing the mood down, but you reminded yourself of Levi’s encouraging words over the years. Levi pushed you to feel your emotions and to never be ashamed or sorry for them. He’d taught you that it was okay to feel broken and scared. It was okay for your moods to change.

Soft loving hands wrapping around your own snapped you out of your thoughts. A gentle smile spread over your lips as Levi looked at you with such deep love. “Levi.”

Levi raised your hands and kissed your fingers. “You remembering what I taught you? It’s okay to not be okay.”

You nodded and placed your forehead against his. “I just got worried that another bad thing was happening to us. My anxieties bubbled up and I thought we were going to be hurt.”

His soft lips pressed against yours as a deep hum escaped him. “I understand. I might be overly cautious with this and it’s probably nothing, but I just want to warn you before something does go the wrong way. I don’t want another Heather or Reuben. I want things to go right for us. You deserve happiness.” He released a long sigh. “I just…we just need to be cautious.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him. “Tell me. Tell me what worries you.”

Levi sat on the bed before pulling you onto his lap. “Mr Lightman seems far too interested in you and I thought the way he called on you all the time, touched you a lot in places that he shouldn’t and to only invite you to his club seems odd. I might be reading into this way too much and he might be a nice friendly guy, but I don’t want to push my instincts to the side again as I did before. Please, please, be careful with him. Do not go to his lectures or the club he has without me, okay?”

You locked eyes with Levi and saw his concern. You trusted Levi with every fibre of your body, if Levi says someone wasn’t right, then they weren’t right. You nodded in agreement. “Yes, Levi. I trust you and if you say there’s something not right with him, then I’ll believe you. I admit, he was a little creepy.” You shivered a bit. “He touched me in weird places.”

Levi kissed your temple. “Thank you for believing me.”

“I’ll always believe you.” You cradled Levi’s face in your hands. “I feel the same way you do. I will be careful. Besides, I will only go to the club if you do. I want to have fun with you and spend time with you.”

Levi groaned as a blush spread over his cheeks. He looked away from you as his heart raced. “You’re too cute.”

You played with Levi’s shirt as your cheeks burned. “Hey, Levi? Can um…can we dress up for Halloween this year?”

“Sure, what do you want to be?”

Your cheeks burned. “Umm…I dunno…”

Levi smiled softly. “How about I’ll be the big bad wolf and you can be little red riding hood.”

You gasped in delight. “Yes!”

Levi fixed the wolf ears attached to his hair. He opened his mouth to see the sharp canines he placed in to be the big bad wolf. He inspected his painted hands and fake nails on and found himself blushing that he’d gone above and beyond for you. Levi wasn’t one for dressing up, but he knew this would make you happy. He fixed his leather jacket and walked out of the bathroom to see you in a red dress with a cute cape on with the hood up.

Levi gulped hard as a shiver ran up his spine. “Wow.”

You looked over at Levi and smiled softly. “You look incredible.”

Levi growled at you. “Tch, fuck bunny.”

You twirled for him slowly. “You like? I have a corset under to help out.”

“I wanna eat you.”

You approached your man and ran your hands slowly up his chest. “You can eat me later.”

He leaned down and kissed you. He bit your lip and tugged a little as he growled. “So sexy.”

“You flatter me.”

He released a long sigh. “Shit, I’m really horny now.”

You blushed a little. “Well, I will help you with that when we get back. We promised we’d go.”

He tugged on his trousers a little. “Hopefully my erection will go down by the time we get there.”

You picked up your shoes and carried them to the front door. You put them on and smiled at Levi as he tapped his shoes on. “You look so good. You’re a proper bad boy.”

“Thanks.” He frowned a little. “You going to be warm enough in your cape?”

“Yes.”

He hummed in thought as he followed you outside. “Well, if you start feeling a little cold then please tell me.”

You grinned at Levi. “Promise.”

He held your hand tightly as you walked through the street to Hange’s home. He frowned a little when he saw Hange outside dressed as a mad scientist with Athena dressed as a Viking. “Tch, oi! You two! What are you doing outside?”

Athena squealed and ran for you. She scooped you up into her arms and spun around with you. “You look so cute! You and Levi have such a cute couple outfit.” She put you on your feet. “Modern-day red riding hood.” She winked at Levi. “Looking sexy.”

Levi blushed a little. “Thanks. I like your outfit. You look like a Norse God.”

“Aww, thanks. I worked hard on it.” She put her arm around you. “So, Levi, are you wanting to take many bites out of this little cupcake?”

“You have no idea.”

You hummed a laugh. “So, are Kat and Erwin here yet?”

Athena nodded. “Yeah, they look incredible. Greek Gods. They look so good.”

You grinned when you saw Hange’s girlfriend come running out of the house dressed as an asylum patient, her straight jacket sleeves billowing and flapping. “Oh wow, they look so cool.”

Levi hummed. “Matches their personality.” He moved you along to the home to hear the music blasting and saw the house was full of people. He glanced at Mike walking out and over to Hange. “Wait, Mike is dressed as an orderly. He’s matching Hange and her girlfriend…”

You patted Levi’s chest. “You sweet and innocent man.”

“What?” He stared at the three. “I don’t get it.” Levi’s eyes widened when Mike held Alyssa’s chin and kissed her. “OH! WAIT! They’re all together?”

You giggled. “Yeah, they’re in a poly relationship. It’s incredibly loving. They’re cute.”

Levi blushed hard. “Tch, I’m happy for them. I don’t get it because I’m very selfish and possessive with you. You’re mine and no one else’s.” He squeezed you. “All mine.” He smiled a little as he watched his three friends. “They seem so happy. I’m glad. They’ll have a very wild home when they have kids together and start their adult life after uni. I’m rooting for them.”

“Me too!” You stepped inside and looked around for your other friend Kat. You smiled brightly when you saw Erwin in his Greek God outfit with his back to the room as he cornered someone. You peeked a little and spied Kat with a very red face as Erwin gripped her neck. “Oh, spicy.”

Levi stared at his friend kissing his girlfriend. “I’ve never seen Erwin so bold before. Kat must have said something to set him off.”

“Probably.” You laughed and pulled Levi along to the kitchen and got a drink for you both. “It’s so busy.”

Levi held you close as he drank. “Hange knows a lot of people. She’s very sociable. Sometimes I wish I had those skills.”

You watched Levi down his drink. “You are good at being social.”

“I could be better.”

You put your cup down and untucked his shirt. You pushed your hands up and under his shirt so he could get skin-on-skin contact that always soothed him. “Bear.”

He tapped his forehead against yours. “Confidence. I am better than I think I am.”

“That’s right.”

He pouted a little. “Kiss.”

You leaned up and kissed him. “You can get all the kisses you want.”

He lifted you up and sat you on the kitchen counter. “You are so perfect.”

“So are you.”

His hands slowly dragged up the outside of your thighs as he pressed his pelvis against your pussy. He smiled against your lips as a hungry stirred inside him. “Can we go somewhere private? I want to fuck you and fill you with my cum.” He gripped your ass cheeks hard making you moan. “I wanna breed your tight little pussy.”

You whimpered. “Bathroom. Take me to the bathroom, now.”

Levi lifted you and ran with you to the bathroom. He slammed the door closed by pressing you against it. His lips crashed against yours as he yanked up your dress. “I fucking love you.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair and kissed him. “I love you too. Now, fuck me.”

“Lock the door.”

You fumbled with the handle and lock. “D-Done.”

He crashed his lips against yours and kissed you so roughly your lips were getting bruised. He smiled when you fumbled with his trousers and finally pulled his hard cock out. He yanked your panties to the side and slammed his cock up into you. He moaned at feeling your pussy wrapping around him and dragging his cock in deep. He panted a moment as he tried to control himself and focus on not cumming already.

You wrapped your arms around Levi’s neck and whined. “Levi.”

Levi gripped your thighs and lifted them and helped you wrap your legs around him. “Hold on, little red riding hood, this big bad wolf has a little gift for you.”

You gripped Levi’s back and tangled your fingers in his hair as he pounded himself in and out of you hard and fast. You bit Levi’s neck to stop yourself from screaming out loud in pleasure. Your cheeks flushed hot red as the bathroom echoed back the lewd sounds of Levi’s cock ramming in and out of your wet pussy, his cum filled balls tapping against your body and his animalistic growls of pleasure. Your toes curled tightly as pure euphoria rushed through you at being dominated by the man you loved in a kinky roleplay in a bathroom at a house party.

“Bunny.” He smiled at you as you gazed at him. He roughly kissed you making you whimper in delight. “You feel so good. Fuck, you feel incredible.”

You shivered as your body was pinned between Levi and the door. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt yourself slipping into pure ecstasy. You pulled from Levi’s lips and gasped air and felt so hot in the small bathroom as your man ravaged you. You slapped your hand over your mouth to hold back your moans, but you knew very well people wouldn’t be able to hear you over the loud music playing outside. You leaned your head back and smiled as Levi’s cock got deep inside your pussy and kissed your cervix.

Levi dragged his tongue up your neck until he reached your chin. He flicked his tongue against the bottom of your chin. He tilted his head and attacked your neck with a passionate and loving bite. Levi could feel your silken walls flutter around his dick. He knew you were close to cumming hard because of him, but he still could keep going for a bit longer. He was desperate to get you to orgasm and to feel incredible. Levi was always wanting to make you feel good.

Levi kissed your neck and enjoyed the vibrations of your moan against his lips. “Cum for me.”

You whimpered. “Levi.”

“Cum.”

You gripped Levi’s back. “Mm.”

“Be a good girl for me.”

You shivered as your coil snapped inside you. Your legs shook as heat rushed through your body like a tidal wave of hot water. “Oh fuck, Levi.”

Levi slowed his hips and lowered you to your feet. He pulled his cock out of you and manoeuvred you to the sink. He turned you so your back was facing him. He lifted your dress, pulled your underwear to the side and slipped his cock back into you. He wrapped his hand around your neck and lifted your head so you both locked eyes using the mirror above the sink. He smiled as you moaned for him as he slid his cock in and out of your pussy. He enjoyed your hooded eyes as you were overcome with pleasure.

Levi pumped his cock into you. “Look at you. You look so beautiful as you enjoy my cock.”

You moaned in delight. “Le-Levi. Y-You feel s-so good.”

He squeezed the sides of your neck and watched your eyes roll back in bliss. “Look at us. I want you to look at us as we fuck.”

You stared at Levi and smiled in delight. “I can’t wait to see you cum.”

Levi chomped on your shoulder and snarled a little as his possessiveness and need for you filled him. He grunted and moaned in delight. He pulled back and lifted your dress to gaze at where you were connected. He felt himself drooling at the sight of his cock getting buried inside you over and over. He flicked his gaze to your pleasure-filled face and wanted to give you the same view. He reached around the front and yanked your dress up and held you against him so you both could see in the mirror his dick pounding into you.

You whimpered and mewled as Levi’s hand massaged your chest. You reached down and began moving your fingers against your plump clit. You blushed at the view you had before you. You had never seen yourself like this before. You were flustered at seeing yourself being fucked hard by the man you loved. You placed your other hand on Levi’s grasping at your breast. You turned your head and kissed the man you loved with all the passion in your heart.

You leaned over the sink a little and began fucking yourself against Levi. You both moved hard and fast together as you chased your blissful end. You panted as your walls clenched around him. “Cum inside me. I need it, Levi. Please, fill me.”

Levi gripped your hips hard and began pounding his cock into you as hard and as fast as he could. He panted as the urge to cum was rushing towards him. He moaned your name. “S-So good.”

You shivered as you felt close to cumming. “That’s it, just like that! Don’t stop!”

Levi grunted and moaned. “F-Fuck, bunny!” He gasped. “I’m gonna cum.” He slammed deep into you and came hard. His voice cracked as he moaned in delight. He poured everything he had into you. His balls tightened and cock twitched inside you as he kept cumming. “Ngh, fuck, take it all bunny.”

You moved your fingers fast and felt the snap of pleasure. You cried out as a hot burning orgasm ripped through you. Your walls spasmed around Levi’s cock as it poured hot cum into you. You flopped against the sink and whined as the last bit of your orgasm made you twitch and buck. You whined as Levi’s cock dragged out of you leaving you feeling empty. You smiled at feeling him shower your back in kisses as he pulled your underwear back into place.

You turned to face Levi and wrapped your arms around his neck. “That was incredible.” You kissed him and hummed. “Let me help you clean.”

Levi panted as he came down from his high. He blushed as you cleaned his soft cock before tucking him away. “Thank you.” He slipped his hands over your waist. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

He smiled against your lips. “You’re so incredibly sexy.”

You blushed hard at his sweet words. “You’re really handsome, so very handsome that it makes my heart race.”

Levi tapped his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry this wasn’t as passionate as normal, but I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get home.”

You giggled. “I know you will.” You nibbled your lip. “We should roleplay.”

“We should.” He smirked. “We really should.”

Levi was happily spooning you in bed with his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He smiled as he woke up for the day, but he wasn’t ready to get up. He squeezed you and began nibbling your shoulder. He’d stayed by your side and kept an eye on you during your third year. Levi did not want anything bad happening to you or him, which meant keeping an eye on Mr Lightman. Everything was going smoothly and plans for the future were being made.

You sat up and covered your mouth. “Bathroom.”

Levi frowned as he lay there with his arms open. “Huh?”

You flew off the bed and raced to the bathroom. “Bathroom!”

Levi sat up when he heard you vomiting. “Bunny?” He slipped out of bed and whined as he looked at you sitting on the floor and coughing. “Honey?”

You groaned. “I’m okay. I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve been sick a lot recently and some foods just set me off.”

Levi crouched down and wiped your face. “We should take you to the campus doctor.”

You blushed a little. “It’ll be okay.”

“Darling, if food smells set you off then something isn’t right.”

You let out a long sigh. “All right. We’ll go.”

He helped you to your feet and assisted you as you changed into your clothes. “I’m worried about you.”

You waited for him to change. “It’s probably nothing. Maybe a stomach bug.”

“We’ve eaten the same things.”

You hummed a laugh and walked with Levi. “Yes, but our bodies are different.”

He paused in thought and hummed. “I suppose, but we have to make sure.”

“I know.” You lifted Levi’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Love you.”

He blushed a little. “Love you always.” He pulled you along to the doctor and asked if there was a free appointment. He smiled softly at hearing the doctor was free for them. “Come on bunny.”

The doctor welcomed you inside and checked your files. “Right…so anything like this happened before?”

You shook your head. “No, not really.”

They nodded. “Right. Has your period stopped?”

You blushed a little. “Well, since being on the implant I haven’t really had one.”

“Bloating? Sore breasts? Nausea? Cramping? Headaches?”

You nodded in agreement. “All.”

They typed away. “Right, right. Do you two have sex without a condom?”

Levi cleared his throat. “Yes. We uh…like it…so um…”

You held Levi’s hand. “I got the implant because it seemed the best option.”

The doctor hummed a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’m not shaming your kink.”

You sighed. “Is my implant acting up?”

They moved closer and felt your neck. “I think it has failed or stopped working.”

You blushed. “What do you mean?”

They pulled back and moved to a locker and grabbed two tests. “Take these to the bathroom and return to me.”

You took them and felt yourself blushing hard. “Pregnancy tests?”

Levi flinched. “Wh-what? You think? Really?”

The doctor nodded. “Indeed I do. You’re showing signs of pregnancy on the implant. Take those tests and if we get a positive, I will take out your implant and do another pregnancy test by taking your blood.”

Levi turned to you. “Bunny.”

You stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

Levi watched you go. “Bunny?”

The doctor handed Levi some flyers. “This is a little information that might help you. It’s just a guess, but I think your little one will be born in June or July. So, interesting graduation, huh?”

Levi smiled softly. “I can’t believe it…a baby…”

“This good news?”

Levi nodded and grinned as tears filled his eyes. “It’s perfect news!” He chuckled. “I’ll take great care with both of them.”

“I promise you, Mr Ackerman, the university will help you both out as much as possible.”

“Thank you.” He turned to the door and watched you enter. “Are you okay?”

You sat next to him and smiled softly. “Yeah.” You gripped the tests. “It’s sooner than we planned, but I am actually happy.” You blushed as your eyes sparkled as you imagined your child. “I’ll be a bit rough money-wise, but we can do it. I’ve saved up plenty.”

Levi kissed your temple. “We’ve got this.”

The doctor offered their hand. “This is lovely to see, it really is. Now, let’s see those tests.” They looked them over and smiled. “Congratulations. I’ll take the implant out and we’ll get you booked for check-ups, okay?”

You leaned and looked at the double positive. “Wow…is this normal?”

The doctor laughed as they took your implant out of your arm and started booking you in for future appointments as they spoke. “You’d be surprised. Life finds a way. Babies have been born holding IUDs before.” They cleaned your arm and took some blood for another test.

“Wow.”

They handed you a card. “Here are your appointments, okay? You’re both already doing well with saving money.” They smiled and said your name. “Please, take it easy. I know it’s a bit hard in your third year, but you have experienced extra stress. If you’re unwell or feel the strain, then please take the time off school. I’ll give you a sick note that will allow you to do that without any punishment.”

You bowed your head. “Thank you. Um, when does the sickness stop?”

“After the three months mark, usually.”

You stood up. “Perfect.”

Levi put his arm around you. “Come on. Let’s get you home to rest. Thank you again, doctor.”

You waved before walking out of the office. “So, we’re going home?”

Levi hugged you. “Yeah, why do you need to go somewhere?”

You nibbled your lip. “I uh…kind of…” you blushed hard. “Want to go to a baby shop…”

Levi’s eyes widened. “Baby…shop…” He ran with you making you laugh. He reached his car and helped you inside. “Let’s go!”

You buckled up and smiled softly as Levi’s eyes lit up in pure delight. “You really want to be a dad, don’t you?”

He glanced over at you. “I didn’t before I met you. I thought my life was going to be, going to university and getting my degree, becoming a cop and then a detective, working my way up and helping my mum out with money and then retiring. I never imagined meeting someone and changing my plans.”

You nibbled your lip. “Do you regret it? You know, meeting me and changing your life plans?”

He parked up and sat back as he stared at the baby shop. He turned his head and gazed at you. “Not one bit. My life is better with you. My previous plans weren’t even living. I was on autopilot. You made me live. I’m happier with you.” He smiled as he leaned over to you and kissed you. “I laugh, smile and have so much fun with you. I don’t ever want to go back to my old life.” He placed your hand on your belly. “I love both of you.”

You blushed hard and placed your hand on Levi’s. “We both love you too.”

He smiled and kissed you. “Come on, let’s go have a look.” He held your hand as he pulled you along to the shop. He gasped at seeing the small outfits and cute toys. “So adorable.”

You gripped your bag. “Pick a onesie.”

Levi gazed at you. “Huh?”

“Pick a onesie and I’ll buy it. Just one. It’ll be the first one.”

Levi felt a prickle of happiness go through him. He ran around the shop looking at different cute outfits but struggled to find the perfect one until he saw it, a bunny-themed onesie. “This one.” He lifted it to show you. “This one please.”

You hummed a laugh and guided him to the till. You paid for it all and walked with him back to the car. You couldn’t help but giggle as he gazed at the onesie. You thought it was adorable that he refused a bag so he could carry it. “You really like that onesie, don’t you?”

Levi sat in his car and cradled it in his arms. “Mm.”

You caressed his cheek as he kept staring at the onesie. “I’m so glad you’re happy about this.”

He locked eyes with you as tears filled his eyes. “They’re going to be so tiny.”

You wiped his tears. “That’s right.”

He smiled brightly at you. “Thank you. Thank you for being amazing and blessing up with such cute life.”

You blushed a little. “Well, you helped make them.” You frowned a bit. “I wonder when they were made…”

Levi leaned over and bit your neck. “Halloween probably.”

You gulped hard. “We were very kinky and horny that night.”

Levi placed his hand on the inside of your thigh and squeezed. “It was amazing. I liked playing dress up.”

You leaned towards him. “You’ve changed so much from our first time together. We used to be so shy and now we’re talking about fucking as we roleplay.” You grinned against his lips. “Incredible.”

Levi blushed. “Well, you make me this way.” He crashed his lips against yours. “We should head home. You know, so I can make extra sure you’re pregnant.”

You giggled at his suggestion. “Oh? So, you have a lot of cum for my pussy, huh?”

He nodded and chuckled. “So much. I’m going to fill up until I can’t put in anymore.”

You shivered in delight. “Get me home, now.”

Levi started up the car. “Yes, ma’am.”

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incendio22 · 2 years ago

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FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Pt 2 Chapter 11: To The Rescue

Sebastian's POV

It's been three days since I saw Y/n and at this point I had gotten extremely worried. On Sunday, I simply assumed she was doing her own business. But on Monday, when she didn't show up to our classes I started getting worried. No one had seen her around since Saturday evening when the new quidditch team was announced. When I asked around, no one seemed to know anything. However, Imelda mentioned that Y/n had seemed off the last days, which I had also noted and asked her about. After potions class I grasp for Imelda's arm to talk to her.

''Are you completely sure she didn't say anything?'' I ask her impatiently.

She shakes her head as she keeps going.

''There must be something!'' I sigh with a frustrated voice. ''I know it's wrong, but can't you go through her things?''

Imelda gives me an intrigued look.

''Oh, you know me,'' she says with a smirk. ''I have already gone through them, but that was a year ago. I can do it again if it means we have any chances of finding her.''

Ominis walks up behind us. He and Imelda had spent some time together, but it seems as if they can't have back what they used to have. She is doing her very best and he talks about her all the time, but for some reason they just can't get together. I will never understand love.

''I think we should tell a professor,'' he interrupts.

''I agree,'' I say whilst nodding and looking for a reaction on Imelda's face. ''I'm just confused why they aren't looking for her already.''

''I'll talk to someone and you try to find clues,'' Ominis says as he turns around, going back to Professor Sharp.

Imelda and I head to the common room together. Since Y/n's disappearance I haven't had time to think about the date I took her on. And after it, she acted as if nothing had happened. However, something in my gut is telling me that it's not really over between us. There's still something there that keeps drawing us to each other.

''Did Y/n talk to you about our date?'' I ask Imelda, desperate for some information.

''Not much,'' she says in a low voice. ''Mostly how you drive her insane. And I don't really know if she meant it like a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway, I'll be back in a bit.''

She walks off to their dormitory, leaving me behind. I go and sit by the window facing the Black Lake, where Y/n always sits when she wants to be alone. I never saw the charm in this spot until now. It's really soothing to look out into the lake and just observe everything that lives in it. This might be the first moment I feel a small piece of peace ever since I realized she was missing. I had looked everywhere in the castle and combed through the entire Forbidden Forest, but there were no traces of her. I just hope that she is okay. After what feels like forever, Imelda is walking towards me with two letters in her hand.

''I found this,'' she says and waves them. ''They sounded pretty threatful, but I think I know where she is. Clagmar Coast.''

''Give them to me,'' I spit as I grasp for them.

I quickly unfold them and see it. Threats to hurting the people she cares about. At first I'm upset that she didn't tell anyone, but I also understand her. I know how much and how deeply she cares for her friends. But nonetheless, if she would have told us we could have helped her.

''We need to go there, now!'' I tell Imelda quickly. ''Find Ominis and meet me in the Forbidden Forest, the lake crawling with Dugbogs. Ominis knows where it is. We need to apparate out of here.''

I rush through the castle and out into the forest. I need to get out of here quickly, but I also need to gather myself. What if she's hurt? What if she's dead? The thought kills me and I need to calm myself down. I'm so upset because no matter what has happened to her, it's all out of my power. I can just hold onto the hope that she is strong enough to survive and smart enough to outsmart anyone she encounters.

Ominis and Imelda show up quickly after me and Ominis presses the palm of his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it firmly. It's his way of saying that everything will be alright. But now we don't know.

''I didn't know you knew how to apparate,'' Imelda says curiously. ''Does this have something to do with you becoming a dark wizard?''

''Knock it off,'' Ominis argues as I shake my head.

''I had to learn it last year,'' I remember this spot as the place where Y/n and I spent the whole day waiting for Ominis' return after he saw his family. ''For personal reasons.''

I hold out my arms, one for each of them and we apparate to Clagmar Coast. The castle is not far away. We start walking and as we get closer to the entrance to the castle, I see her broom.

''She was here,'' I whisper. ''That's her broom.''

Imelda nods.

''Don't we need a plan?'' Ominis whispers. ''Like, we have no idea what awaits us.''

''Fight anyone who looks unfriendly,'' I tell them firmly. ''I have a feeling things will get nasty.''

We use the disillusionment charm and go through the entrance to the castle. It's crowded with goblins who look particularly unfriendly. I look around in hopes of seeing Y/n somewhere, but there's no sightings of her anywhere. I get closer to Ominis and Imelda.

''We fight, now!'' I demand and pull out my wand, casting an explosive charm on one of them.

It's enough to draw every single goblin's attention and we are surrounded. And outnumbered. I get a wave of guilt, for dragging Ominis into this. But I'm quickly fighting 20 goblins at once. Imelda quickly climbs up some stairs and starts attacking them back. I see Ominis using the disillusionment charm, probably sneaking up behind goblins to petrify them because I see some of them dropping to the floor like rocks. It's intense and when we think we wiped them all, another 20 goblins show up. Imelda is a good duelist and Ominis is good at sneaking, so we somehow manage to get them all. For now, at least.

''Let's find her,'' I tell them firmly, in a very stressed voice trying to forget the fact that I almost just died to several goblins.

We try to find our way around the castle and eventually find a basement. It's humid and absolutely freezing. I can barely see, so I cast Lumos as we walk to see better. Still no sights of Y/n. My heart is beating faster, terrified that we may have lost her. We search every room and I hear Imelda yelling from the other side of the cellar.

''Sebastian! Come!'' her voice is high-pitched, as if she's terrified.

I run over to her and see her standing in front of a door that's slightly opened. She seems to be paralyzed from shock. I slam the door open and need to gasp for air when I see her. She's lying on the floor, lifeless, chained down in both her wrists and ankles. I kneel next to her and start checking if she's breathing. Her body is cold as ice. But she seems to be breathing, which is a relief. I quickly sit her up and wrap my arms around her, desperately rubbing my hands against her arms. She still doesn't react. I take her hands in mine, trying to warm her up but it seems hopeless.

''You unchain her,'' I tell Imelda in a determined voice, not even looking at her. ''I need to get her conscience back.''

Imelda starts to try and unlock the massive locks on the chain, but no spell is successful. She runs away with Ominis to find the key. I sit on the floor with her, putting her in my lap so that the cold from the floor won't make her even colder inside. I quickly unbutton my robe and wrap it around her like a blanket, whilst still rubbing my hands all over her body to get her body temperature off.

''Stay with me,'' I whisper into her hair. My lips go to her forehead, kissing her gently whilst begging her to wake up. Her face is freezing. I cup my hands around her cheeks, then I remove the strands of hair from her face. She is pale and her lips are blue. ''Please, Y/n. Stay with me.''

I don't know how long I sit there, desperately praying for her to come back. Eventually her eyes open softly, I hug her tighter than before. She looks confused.

''What-'' she starts, but I shake my head and press a finger over her lips.

''It's going to be alright,'' I whisper into her hair. ''We're here. We're here. We're here.''

She doesn't say a word and she starts whimpering. In this case, it's a good sign because her body is telling her that she's too cold. I keep rubbing her arms, then her hands and her back. Finally Imelda and Ominis returns, looking like they've been to hell and back. I don't even ask what happened, all I care about is getting Y/n out of here safely. Imelda kneels and unlocks the chains. I stand up, carrying Y/n in my arms and start moving out of there. It looks as if she's falling asleep, so I try to keep her awake.

''Hey,'' I whisper. ''New girl.''

Her eyes open softly. ''No,'' she argues.

''Don't argue with me,'' I tell her softly. ''Use your energy for something more important. Like, staying alive.''

Her eyes are going back and forth between open and closed. She's trying to stay awake, but I know she's struggling.

''Can you tell me about those letters you sent me?'' she asks softly, desperately trying to stay awake.

''Ominis, Imelda,'' I look at them as I speak. ''She's not strong enough to apparate. I need you to get some food and blankets, we will find somewhere to stay tonight and travel back as soon as we can.''

The two of them head off with Y/n's broom. I sit down on the ground, looking out at the sea still holding her in my arms.

''The letters,'' I start, kind of hesitant to tell her but if that's what she wants to hear right now I will simply provide her. ''I wrote one letter every time I felt like I was falling for you. And when I had fallen, I wrote one when I fell harder. I wrote the first one when you came to see me in The Three Broomsticks. I wrote one after I showed you my Room of Requirement. Another one when we first kissed. Another one after the New Year's Ball. Of course, with you being you, I fell for you every single day. But these were the days you made me fall extra hard.''

''That's nice,'' she says in a soft voice, looking out at the sunset. ''I'm sorry I didn't read them.''

I look at her, pull my fingers carefully through her tangled hair and press my lips against the back of her head.

''Don't ever apologize, Y/n,'' I tell her firmly as I trace my fingertips on the top of her hand. She grasps for my hand and squeezes it softly. I love her so much.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts #ominis gaunt #slytherin #for the hope of it all #fanfic #fanfiction

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becca-alexa · 2 years ago

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Ride the Lightning

Chapter Eight: The Unforgiven

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01 ┋ 02 ┋ 03 ┋ 04 ┋ 05 ┋ 06 ┋ 07 ┋ 08 ┋ 09 ┋ 10 ┋ 11 ┋ 12 ┋ 13

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

Summary: Veronica can't help but be worried when Eddie misses school - will he finally be able to apologize?

Word Count: 4.4K

Content Warnings: mentions of illness

Author's Note: GOD this took way too long to put out -- i'm back at school and it's really killing me but i will try to get these out as soon as i can!! and THANK YOU FOR READING 💗

and as always HUGE hug and many many kisses to @rollforhellfire for putting up with me and reading these before they go out 💗💗💗

He’d missed first period.

Whatever. If he wanted to risk his chances at graduation with shoddy attendance, so be it.

It wasn’t like she cared.

Sitting through Ms. O’Donnell’s ramblings on… whatever Shakespearian drama she’d decided to delve into that week was usually easy for her. Simple; she’d take a few notes, answer a few questions. But, as her eyes drifted to the empty seat three desks over, Veronica couldn’t help but chew on her lip - it wasn’t unusual for Eddie to be late, but he was rarely absent. She kicked her feet, trying to figure out where he could be, what he could be doing, so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear name being called.

“Miss Windsor?” Mrs. O’Donnell called out, tapping her manicured fingers against her desk in annoyance. “Miss Windsor!”

“H-Huh…?” Veronica’s head snapped toward the board, face flushed as she desperately tried to recall what the older woman had been saying. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

Mrs. O’Donnell rolled her eyes. “What was Romeo’s intention in pursuing Juliet?”

Veronica gave a quick answer - true love. It seemed to pacify the woman, as she’d turned back around and continued her droll recitation of the literary classic. Struggling to keep from gnawing at her nails, her eyes moved to the clock hanging above the door, and she counted the seconds for the class to be over, a feeling of unease already settling itself in her stomach.

He’d missed second period, and third - and by fifth, Veronica was beside herself with worry. Not that he deserved her concern, but it still managed to wrap itself around her chest, tightening, pulling the air from her lungs as she pushed through the heavy double-doors leading into the lunchroom. Searching the crowd, she nearly barreled into an unsuspecting group of freshmen in her haste to reach her table.

“Max.” Veronica called out, winded, clearly frazzled, dazed and confused beyond anything her friends had ever seen. “Did you see Eddie this morning?” The younger girl gave her an odd look, chewing through her sad excuse of a burger before answering with a shrug.

“His van was still there when Steve picked me up.”

“You didn’t see him at all?”

Max shook her head, stabbing a straw through her carton of chocolate milk. “He’s probably sick.” she said by way of a reply, giving the two of them an exasperated look. “Like, who the Hell goes for a bike ride in the middle of a thunderstorm?”

Sick? Of course he’d gotten sick.

Eddie was sick… and it was her fault.

“You lookin’ for him?” Robin chimed in, wiping sandwich crumbs from her hands. “I have him next period - I can pass along a message, if I see him.”

Veronica slowly shook her head, her thoughts a violent spiral behind her troubled eyes. “No, it’s… That’s okay. I don’t think he’s here today.” She looked around the room, her bag suddenly too heavy, the noises suddenly too loud. She needed to get out, needed to leave-

“Hey, aren’t you going to eat?” Max shouted over the crowd, giving Robin a confused look as they watched Veronica shove her way toward the doors.

“I forgot I had something to do!” she shouted back, giving them both a wave, not bothering to look back. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

Veronica stared at the door to the trailer, absentmindedly counting the rusted spots speckling the metal, the plastic Melvald’s bag in her hand stuffed to the brim with… everything, feeling as though it’d been filled with bricks. Don’t be stupid, it’s just Munson, she reminded herself, her words echoing through the empty expanses of her mind, never finding purchase, never truly reassuring her. Taking in what she intended to be a calming breath, she knocked on the door. Once, twice, even a third time, but was met with silence, the quiet buzzing of the rain around her silenced only by the sound of her pulse thrumming in her ears.

Looking around, she found the small plastic rock hidden just behind the railing Eddie had shown her after their first few meetings; flipping it over, she pulled out the key, brassy and well-worn with age, and let herself in. “Hello?” she called out, her voice cautious, hesitant - she'd never actually used the secret key before. Usually, Wayne had always been around to let her inside. She felt… out of place, being in the trailer by herself. Something felt off, missing. “Uncle Wayne? You home?”

She took off her shoes at the door, not wanting to track in mud and water. The television was off, as was the radio, the coffee maker, the hallway light that always seemed to flicker, no matter how new the bulb was. The unending stillness unnerved her, the sound of her setting her bag of supplies atop the kitchen counter much too loud, too jarring. Working quickly, she pulled out a pot from one of the cabinets, putting it on the stove, all but tearing open a can of soup and leaving it to warm - chicken noodle. Simple, filling, familiar. She wasn’t sure what kind of soup Eddie liked, and for the life of her, she didn’t know why she cared. But, she conceded with a sigh, he did need to eat - even if that meant taking his preferences into consideration.

With the soup debacle cleared, Veronica made her way further into the trailer, to where she knew Eddie’s bedroom to be; the furthest room down the narrow hallway, past the bathroom and the oddly-framed picture of geese flying over a lake, worn and yellowed from years of nicotine. She stopped just before the threshold of his door, her mind still a whirlwind as she took that final step forward.

“Eddie…?” she whispered, having to squint her eyes as she looked around the room. The curtains were drawn, the blinds closed, blanketing the room in a stuffy, musty darkness. “Munson, are you in here?” Hearing no answer, she let herself in, and reached for where she knew his lamp to be - and, to her shock, she found him, abed and asleep. Rather, as asleep as someone with a raging fever could be. A swell of sympathy - unwarranted sympathy, she reminded herself - overcame her at the sight of him, shiny with sweat, his brows furrowed almost painfully as he groaned, turning onto his side, pulling his blankets infinitely tighter around him. Even from beneath the covers, she could tell how roughly he trembled, his cheeks and nose apple-red.

“God, Munson, why’d you have to do that…?” She brought his desk chair to his bedside, her touch gentle, featherlight as she brushed the damp hair off his forehead, feeling for his temperature. “You total dingus…” Her mind began to wander, her thoughts trailing off to nothing as she allowed herself a single indulgence; she let her hand trail down his face, the backs of her fingers soft against the light stubble of his cheek, tracing over the gentle edge of his jaw. Feeling the caress through the iron grip of his nightmare, Eddie leaned into her touch with another groan, chasing any relief he could find, its source be damned. He was so hot, and she was cold-

“Hey, you alive in there?”

That voice. Wincing as he swallowed against the dryness of his throat, Eddie peeled his eyes open, aching and miserable in a way he hadn’t felt since… well, since he’d been dragged out of the Upside Down. His chest burned, his hands itched, but all he could feel was the cool relief ghosting over his skin. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, his mind still a pitiful haze as he mumbled, “Angel…?”

Angel. That was new.

“Sorry, it’s just me.” Veronica tried to keep her smile out of her voice. She didn’t pull her hand away, letting it rest against him, her thumb rubbing slow circles over his cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Bad-” Eddie croaked, burying his face into his blanket as he let out a series of hoarse coughs, his shoulders shaking with the effort he expended trying to catch his breath, tears gleaming at the corners of his eyes as he calmed himself down. “Shit. Bad.”

“I’m sorry.” Her response was genuine, honest. “Would some warm soup make you feel better?”

“Not hungry.” he mumbled with a pout unbefitting his twenty years.

Veronica rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she bit back her grin. “You can’t take your medicine on an empty gut.” At her words, a shiver ran through him - just the mention of medicine made his stomach roll, clench, flip; he buried his face back into the blanket, his breathing labored as he tried to keep himself from tossing his cookies all over the carpet.

“What is it?” Veronica asked, suddenly panicked. “Are you-”

Eddie nodded.

Her head snapped around the room, searching for something she could give to Eddie to use, counting the seconds between his breaths as she finally found his trash bin. Dumping out the empty baggies and crumbled homework assignments, she shoved the thing at his face just as he’d started to heave. She held onto him - he clung to her - as he brought up whatever sorry excuse of a meal he’d had that day; pulling aside his hair, she rubbed at his back, mumbling soothing words, her touch grounding him as he pulled away, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Feeling better?”

“Still shit.”

She leaned him back against the wall, propping him up with pillows to keep him comfortable as she left to flush away his impromptu escapade, returning with a glass of water. “Drink it.” She left no room for arguments, but he was too weak to even reach out for the thing, let alone bring it to his mouth. Veronica, again, rolled her eyes as he looked away, his own clenched shut in shame, his lips a thin line as he tried to keep them from quivering.

“You’re something else, Munson, y’know that?”

He didn’t argue with her.

With the patience of a saint, she brought the glass to his lips, pausing often to let him breathe as she made sure he finished it off, leaving and returning with another - and a sleeve of saltines. “C’mon, big boy, you need to eat.” He shook his head, focusing on his breathing, slow and steady. She leaned in toward him, her hand back on his forehead, tender and sweet - she had to break out the heavy artillery. “Just one. For me, yeah?” She pressed the salty square to his mouth, watching with unfiltered satisfaction as he nibbled at the corner of one, then another, and another still, until he had downed half the packet.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked, pointedly ignoring his piercing glare. “Feeling up for that soup now?”

With a stifled groan, he nodded, the emptiness of his stomach more uncomfortable than the prospect of eating. His gaze followed her out as she disappeared down the hall, something in his sickness-addled mind screaming at him to bring her back, to keep her with him; he tried to move but couldn’t, tried to shout but wasn’t able to produce any sound louder than a squeak. He wanted her, needed her - where was she? How long had she been gone? He couldn’t hear her anymore. Had she left? Was he by himself? As the seconds ticked by - hours to him - the lonely ache that he’d always kept at the fringes of his mind flooded into him, enveloped him, dominated his thoughts.

He was alone, as he always was.

“Hey, hey, whoa - what’s with the waterworks?” Veronica was quick to set the soup on his nightstand, falling back into her seat as she brought her hands - still warmed from the bowl - to Eddie’s face, catching his tears, wiping them away as they dripped onto his lap. “What happened? Your stomach hurt again?”

“Y-You… You l-left…” he tried to say, swallowing against the aching knot in his throat. “You were gone.”

“I was in the kitchen, remember? Getting your soup?” she ran a hand through his hair, making a mental note to brush it out later. “What, did you think I…” As the meaning of his words seeped into her mind, she felt her heart constrict, her stomach drop. “Eddie, did you think I went home?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

How often had he been forced to do this by himself? To weather his illnesses on his own? As much as she knew the man loved his nephew, she couldn’t imagine Wayne staying home to take care of him - nor could she imagine Eddie letting him do such a thing.

“I’m right here, dingus.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, still tight as she cradled the side of his face, pulling at him to look at her. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Again, he nodded, staring at her as though she were an angel. His angel.

She fed him the soup, filling the silence between them with mindless chatter about the school day - rather, it was mindless to him. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand a word she was saying, his eyes already beginning to droop as she set the now-empty bowl aside.

She watched as his head bobbed once, twice, smiling as she pulled at a few of the pillows behind him to lay him back down. “Sleepy?” she asked, tugging his blanket up to his shoulders, biting back a grin as he curled up and turned himself toward her.

“Tired.”

“I bet.”

“Soup was good.”

“I’m glad it was.”

Veronica stood up, the bowl and half-eaten sleeve of crackers balanced in one hand when she felt something pull at the hem of her skirt, urging her to turn around.

“Stay…?”

“...Sure, Munson.” she relented, her sigh warm, balmy as her voice pulled him further into whatever dream his mind had chosen for him - something pleasant, she hoped. “I’ll stay.”

Slowly, peacefully, Eddie drifted away, clinging to her hand as tightly as his sapped strength would allow, the smallest of smiles on his lips at the feeling of her beside him.

“Christ, I feel like shit.”

Eddie walked out into his living room, hands scrubbing at his face as he stumbled toward the kitchen in search of something to drink, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth, chapped lips nearly to the point of bleeding.

“Look like it, too.” Wayne called out from the couch, turning down the game he’d been watching before leaving for work - football, probably. Eddie was too exhausted to even pretend to care. “There’s still soup on the stove, if you’re hungry.”

Eddie rushed into the kitchen as quickly as his sapped strength allowed - more of a hobble than a run. “Aw, Uncle Wayne, you shouldn’t have.” he croaked, lifting the lid, sighing as a salty cloud of steam reached his face. God, he was starving.

“I didn’t.” Wayne kept his voice even in tone, watching as his nephew pulled a bowl from inside the cabinet beside the stove, digging through one of the drawers for a spoon, all the while biting back a grin. “The lil’ lady did.”

Eddie dropped his spoon in the pot, hissing out a curse as he tried to fish it out, burning the tips of his fingers in the hot broth. “Veronica? She was here?” He stared at his uncle for some sort of clarification, but the man just shrugged. “When was this?”

“Today.” Wayne said by way of reply, walking toward the solitary peg on the wall where he’d hang his coat. “Must’ve skipped school to come here, I think. Brought you all sorts of goodies.” At his words, Eddie finally noticed the plastic bag set atop the counter, filled with several more cans of soup, bottles and boxes of medicine - and, at the very bottom of the bag, pretzels. The tiny ones he liked to eat at school.

She’d remembered the kind he liked.

Memories of earlier that day slowly trickled into his mind - Veronica in his room, feeding him, calming him down. Him, in tears; her, holding his hand. As if he hadn’t already been feeling like a sentient pile of hot garbage, the fact that she had gone out of her way - skipped school, of all things - to look after him buried what was left of his crumbling pride.

Wasn’t she upset with him? Didn’t she hate him?

And, yet, she still cared.

He felt like such a loser.

“Don’t forget to take your medicine.” Wayne called out from the door, pulling his hat down over his balding head, hand already gripping the doorknob. “Every six hours, she said. Couldn’t get you to take it before.”

Eddie waved off his uncle, his mind still reeling at the fact that Veronica had been there - in his trailer, in his bedroom, with him. Tearing open the safety seal to a bottle of NyQuil, he grimaced as he took the measured amount, chasing down the green bile with a glass of water, all while thinking only of her.

It took two days before Eddie was well enough to return to school, and his presence was met with a… mixed reception.

“Veronica…!”

Eddie struggled to shout above the waves of students ebbing and flowing through the halls, all eager to leave for the day, the sound of the final bell still ringing in his ears as he pushed his way forward. ”Veronica, please - just listen to me!”

“Shove it, Munson.” her voice carried little, yet he heard it all the same, her words piercing his chest, his heart. Nonetheless, he continued after her, nearly knocking someone over as he pushed through the building’s front doors. He was paces behind her now - so close, yet still impossibly far away.

“Please, I… Just let me explain!”

“What could you possibly have to explain-”

“Five minutes.” he begged, pleaded, his hands shaking as he held them at his sides. “Please… A-And then you’ll never have to talk to me again, I swear.”

He stared at her, holding his breath as she turned around, hands set firmly at her hips. Even with the distance between them, he could see the pain in her eyes, certain they reflected his own. He let out a trembling exhale, tearing a hand through his hair as he tried to gather his thoughts into some semblance of order, his lip worried to the point of bruising between his teeth.

“What you heard that day, I… It came out wrong.” He swallowed, still watching her, the iota of confidence he’d had going into their conversation deflating as she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that-”

“How did you mean it, then?”

“Not the way you took it…!”

Veronica let out a groan, pinching the space between her eyes, her head falling to her chest as she turned back around, frustrations mounting as she struggled with the lock on her bicycle. “I don’t have time for this.”

Eddie found himself at an impasse, his unbridled need for her to just understand bringing him nearly to the verge of tears, the muddled desperation bleeding through his chest breaking his voice. “I-I miss you.”

She froze, shoulders stiff, her hands stilling atop the chilled lock as she swallowed at the tightness coiling in her throat, her words soft and strained as she replied, “Eddie, don’t-”

“I mean it, Veronica.” He took a half-step toward her, a cautious step, maybe just a tread. Still, she didn’t shy away from him; he took what little he could and bolstered his resolve. “And I’d rather you hate me and know that I do, than… than hate me and think that I don’t.”

Hate him? Veronica spun back around, giving him a pointed look as if to say she’d never heard something so ridiculous. “I don’t hate you, I…” She blinked once, twice, before pressing the heels of her palms to her eyes, cursing herself for getting so emotional. “God, I just… I really thought we were finally friends, y’know?”

“We are friends-”

“Are we?” She hadn’t realized she’d raised her voice, drawing more than a few curious eyes from the students still gathered in the parking lot. “Because it sure as Hell didn’t seem that way when you were talking to Gareth!”

"Forget Gareth! Forget that whole conversation!" Eddie started to pace, pulling at his hair, dragging his hands down his face as he tried to keep his breathing in check, failing miserably as he felt a sweltering heat work its way up his neck. “I was being a total dickhead, alright? I didn’t mean any of it! I was just talking straight out of my ass-”

“God, seriously-”

“I’m an idiot - I know! But, sweetheart, you have to believe me…!”

He stopped, turning on his heel to look at her, swearing he could feel her indecisiveness; it made him want to scream, watching how uncertain she was, how her hands tugged at the hem of her cable knit sweater, gaze falling to her feet.

And Eddie dropped to the ground, to his knees, hands reaching out, grabbing one of her own, his voice loud and booming as though they weren’t surrounded by dozens of inquisitive people. “Oh, will the beautiful princess spare a morsel of pity for this lowly knight?” As he continued on, Veronica couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips, her resistance withering away with each passing phrase.

“Eddie, get up-”

“Pray tell, shall ye bestow thine most benevolent forgiveness upon such a homely creature as I?” He didn’t care for the small crowd gathered around them, gawking at his display - some in annoyance, but more than a few in unspoken envy. His focus was solely on Veronica, on the way her warring thoughts were clear as day behind her verdant eyes, her expression a cautionary mix of sadness and… and hope.

Calling forth what was left of his courage, he brought her hand to his lips, pressing the softest of kisses atop her knuckles, his touch lingering perhaps a bit too long before he lifted his head to look at her.

“Please, Veronica…?”

“Get off the ground, dingus.”

He scrambled to his feet, his eyes never leaving hers, his stomach leaping as he waited for her to speak, to sort through her thoughts.

Veronica kicked at a pebble near her foot, her shoulders falling ever so slightly, braids swaying as she shifted from one leg to the other, her hesitation palpable. “You… You really hurt my feelings, Eds.” Her voice was small, quiet, and it pained him to hear it, knowing he was at fault.

“I know - and I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

She looked at him - truly looked at him - and the shadow of a smile playing at her lips sent butterflies soaring through his chest. “So, what you said before… You didn’t mean it?”

“Everything in that conversation can be regarded as false.” he answered quickly, his eagerness making her budding smile broaden, even if only a little. He took another reluctant step toward her, hands stuffed into his pockets, lip caught between his teeth as he asked, “So, are we okay? Are… Are we still friends?”

And she shoved at his shoulder, rolling her eyes, her reply of, “Yes, you dweeb, we’re still friends.” sending an explosion of relief blooming through him, his body moving on its own accord as he picked her up in his arms, his head resting atop hers, his smile absolutely radiant as she returned his embrace with one just as tight.

Eddie wiped the sweat trailing over his brow, shaking the nervousness from his hands as he made his way up Jeff’s driveway toward the open garage, guitar slung across his back, heart pounding in his throat. Inside, he could see the other three already gathered, practicing what he could only assume to be their Indy setlist; his stomach dropped, tightened as Gareth's words echoed through his mind.

He had been neglecting the band; Hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he’d played his Sweetheart, let alone practiced with them.

The trio were quiet as he approached them, unsure of what to say, how to address him - and he deserved as much, he’d figured. It was only fair, considering how things had been going as of late.

Thomas was the first to acknowledge him. "Hey, Eds." he called out, giving his friend a wave, breaking the frigid ice between them; Eddie gave a smile in return, hands deep into his pockets as he looked between the three of them, his mind wiped clean of the speech he'd prepared.

“Look, I-” he began, but was… cut off? Jeff waved his hand around, shutting him up as he whispered something sternly to Gareth, pushing the younger man forward.

“Look, man, before you start, Gareth’s got something he wants to say.” Another shove, and Gareth’s standing face-to-face with the repentant metalhead, tugging at his fingers, kicking his feet. "Don’t you?"

Eddie watched, waited as Gareth took in a deep, steeling breath, hands twisting behind him as he worked through his thoughts.

“Dude-”

“I-I was wrong, for saying what I did.” Gareth’s voice, quiet as it was, carried through the open garage as though he’d been shouting, his apology hanging heavy between them. “I was just… angry, I guess…”

Eddie blinked, still reeling from the shock of having received an apology at all - and from Gareth, of all people; he’d gone to the group fully prepared to grovel for his spot back in the band.

“I… We… know how hard you’re working to graduate this time - and that stuff I said about Veronica was just…” Gareth continued, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looked behind him to Jeff, who gave him an encouraging look. And, taking in a final breath, he quickly added, “I’m sorry, man. We all are.”

Eddie shook his head, still in obvious disbelief; he took a step forward, crossing the length of the garage and dismissing Gareth’s extended hand altogether as he pulled the young man into his arms, his hold well past the point of tightening discomfort.

“A-Alright, man!” Gareth laughed, both returning his friend’s embrace and struggling to escape from it; Eddie, finally relenting, turned to them all, his face tickled pink as he asked,

“So… uh… Am I back in the band?”

“Dude, who said you ever left?” Thomas exclaimed, clapping a hand against Eddie’s shoulder with enough - albeit loving - force to knock him off balance, and the metalhead’s smile is blinding as he takes his usual position beside Gareth, strumming away at his guitar.

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chapter 10: perfect energy

(author's note: reminder de que "random girl" no es un personaje específico, sino cualquier random)

The first eight count from California Gurls was tattooed on my front lobe by the first week of october. 1, right step, 2, left step, 3, relevé with our hands up, 4, bounce and arms, 5, head and fold arms, 6, dead beat (for me), 7, stand up, 8, dead beat (for me).

It was a constant: "I -2, 3 - know a place, 6, stand up, 8. Where the grass is really gree - ner, 6, 7, 8". The minute the school day ended every tuesday or thursday, California Gurls started playing in my head. I was lightly marking the steps one more Time while Ella and Olivia were buying junk food from the school cafeteria at around 2:45pm and I was a bit hypnotized. We were already assigned places in the choreography about a week ago and I had gotten a fairly good spot which I was very happy with. It was a second row place, near the center. We had the middle row, so also the middle beat when standing up: so I had to stay still in 6 and 8, and stand up in 7 to jazz 2nd position.

"Come on, Rees" Ella pushed me out of my Katy Perry trance by my head and I pushed her back by the ribs, laughing. We all walked to sit on the table we had made our own these last weeks in one corner of the tiny cafeteria. We would have to come down the stairs in a line with all our classmates and then break from our class (who would go to the other side of the school) to sprint to this table and throw all our stuff over it to let people known it was taken. At first our teachers would force us to walk with everyone to the other schoolyard and THEN come back to the cafeteria; but after some nagging, they finally accepted it wasn't important. There were only four tables at the cafeteria and it was cool that we could use one to leave our stuff there and eat. It felt nicer than sitting somewhere on the dusty sunny yard. MJ was also there which just added to the fun. It felt like we were so many people.

"I think we will use wigs for the presentation. I heard Random girl talking about it to our teacher" Mentioned Ella.

"Omg hopefully not" I didn't like the idea too much.

"No, I do want to"

"I think it could be cool" Said Mary Jane.

Olivia was hurrying to eat cause her class would start in 15 minutes.

"Lol look at this, guys" Ella took out her ipod to show us a Hershey's game she had downloaded. You could choose different flavors of syrup and other things to make a drink and at the end you got to shake it and drink it out of a straw by tilting the ipod. I was obsessed. Interactive motion phone games felt like the epitome of modernity and they were just really fun to play. MJ and I were playing together and we both giggled a lot trying to figure out how to shake it and tilt it correctly so the ipod would understand what we were trying to do. MJ was now "drinking" the vanilla milkshake making a funny face, making me laugh.

"No, stop following me around!" another giggle came from somewhere near. It was Poppy. "Where are your friends, Joe? Don't you have any?" she asked in her flirty voice.

"I don't know" It was this dude, our classmate. "I don't care about my friends. I care about you, Pops" He would run a hand through his hair and laugh trying to appear nonchalant. Joe had been following Poppy around for about a week at least and he really liked playing heartthrob. Poppy also loved playing her part, like an almost femme fatale at 11 but more pop. Boys really liked Poppy but she hadn't entertained anyone in particular this school year until this boy, Joe. They had stopped walking in the middle of the cafeteria and were now looking at each other's eyes.

"Romantic, Joe, really" She said with a cocky laugh and turned around to us. "I'm sitting here with them, go make friends or something." It was stupidly fun to watch them. Poppy waved him goodbye and he left.

"What's up, Pops?" said MJ making all of us laugh a little.

"Not much, gals" said Poppy taking a seat, pulling herself one stool from another table. "Just Joe lol. Can I have some, Liv?"

"Sure, there you go." Olivia always bought too much food. It was great.

"Are you two still not dating?" asked MJ with a funny undertone.

"You're torturing the boy" said Ella.

"He hasn't said anything, so..." We all agreed and Poppy laughed one of her less flirty laughs, just her normal deeper giggle that she used around us. "I'm a free girl" Said Poppy. I laughed at that and she smiled back and put her head on my shoulder. "What are you doing, guys?"

"Not much, just watching a real life romcom. And playing this game" I said, taking Ella's ipod again. The girls laughed a little at my joke and we started making another milkshake.

"'kay, I'm leaving or I'll be late. See you." Liv kissed each of us a messy kiss on top of our heads and we all said bye. Ella even pretended to be devastated to let go of her hand.

This "Olivia, Ella, Poppy, MJ + me" thing was now a recurrent "Before-Jazz" hangout. We were only that, since MJ and Poppy had different friend groups during school, but between 2:45 and 4pm twice a week, we would chat and play and practice dancing together. We were slowly feeling a bit more like a friends and less like acquaintances though. But at the Time, I never thought it would ever really-really be more than our jazz-kinda-friends. Before the bug incident, Poppy would hang out with Queenie before and during jazz class, but she had been spending more Time around us lately. I never asked what happened, but I knew her birthday hadn't been good.

"Okay, Poppy. I got my friends." Joe was back with some of our classmates. Max, the girl who was an asshole, Rick and Mick, who went everywhere together, and a couple more dudes. All of them played basketball and had the same extracurricular hours as we did. "Can I be around you now?"

"I said, go with your friends, not go GET your friends. What are you doing here?"

"What are we eating?" Max asked me as she snatched the chips Olivia had left me, and took one out to eat.

"I don't know, what are YOU eating?" I elbowed her and got the bag of chips back from her, rolling my eyes. Mick and Rick sat down on the planter near our table, putting their dirty shoes up on the edge of the table.

"Hi, girls" said Mick who was the softer one out of the two of them. For a second they all looked too pleased to be there, bursting into our world just to be annoying.

"Hey. Leave!" yelled Ella. We backed her up with our best "uh huh" faces.

"Why? We can hang out. We're classmates." Said Joe, putting his arm around Poppy's shoulder. The three of us looked at Poppy. After a fraction of a second MJ said:

"Just behave" taking the decision to let them stay. I think she saw a little nod on Poppy's look, like she wanted Joe to be around.

"What's up, Mary Jane?" said Rick looking out of it while looking into MJ's eyes, as if he could sigh and make a tiny heart appear over his head.

"You know what? Please, leave" She said.

The four of us couldn't help but laugh at that, and started physically pushing them so they would leave. Somehow our energy felt like a perfect connection. Even Poppy was shoving Joe out of the stool he had gotten, all of us laughing asking them to find something better to do or to just "Leave!" My heart was pounding from how fun we felt.

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