#wizard boi is desperate for your love but he'll take what he can get

[tulip-simp-artist]

Horny Solo Thoughts 1

So I don't always like Solomon; I find him suspicious as fuck. And so my MC (Eden) also doesn’t like him nor trust him (despite being his apprentice, lol). Now, from what I've gathered of Solomon, is just how desperate he truly is, and he is blunt about it too.

Imagine hate sex with this man! He doesn't hate you, and you may not hate him, but say you don't like him. Just you two fucking and degrading each other. Like saying just how desperate he is to fuck you even though you've made it clear you don't like him. And Solomon probably replying how you're not much better than him, if you're letting him fuck you like this. That you can't hate him too much, or at least that you don't hate his cock 😏.

[atastypeach]

What weird/uncommon fetishes do you headcanon each of the origin characters having 😈(if any)

OH LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO I admit some of these probably aren't as uncommon as people expect but these are some of my faves :)

MDNI! 18+ content ahead

Lae'zel: Ponyplay all the fucking way. She's all talk and gives such a "I am a dom and you will submit to me" vibe but she's really just a brat who wants to wrestle a lil but if you suggest something like ponyplay to her, or to make it even spicier, dragonplay (same stuff, but she can brat during it), she'd be like butter in your hands. Shadowheart: I wouldn't necessarily say it's uncommon or weird but there's enough content about Sharran's enforcing self-denial, and I think Shadowheart really enjoys orgasm denial and even more intensely, she likes ruined orgasms. No Nut November? Nah more like No Nut Ever. Even after converting to Selûne, she's still into ruined orgasms and it takes a few threeways with Aylin and Isobel for her to develop an overstimming fetish Astarion: Kittenplay I am a big fan of predominantly bottomsub Astarion in general, but I really do enjoy the idea of him both domming and subbing in regards to kittenplay. He loves to pamper and spoil his partners in treat them like royalty when he doms but even more so - he loves receiving it in turn. I mean it when I say this man is his own lil meow meow. Put him in kitty ears and a belled collar and scritch under his chin while you suck him off and he'll redefine what it means to purr. Gale: Public arousal/orgasm training. You know those vibrators you slip in your underwear and hold them in with a lil magnet and let them go all day? Similar concept. Strap a vibrator his cock and let it go - even better if he isn't in classic wizard ropes and he doesn't have the added layers to hide his erection. Also? Sounding. I have no kinky response for this one but I just like the idea of Gale sounding himself while solo

Wyll: THIS BOY LOVES GANGBANGS [bangs pots and pans together] He's already so used to his body belonging to someone else, he might as well have fun with it being used. Toss this young man into a room of horny participants and he will gladly allow himself to be used as the willing holes and hands for anyone who wishes to get their hands on him.

Karlach: Authority play, both domming and subbing. If there's one thing she may miss about serving Zariel - it was the chance to get really bossy with people who pissed her off. Developed something of a military kink, despite how soft she is outside of the bedroom. Lick her boots, worship the leather strips of clothing she wears over her skin - rut against her thigh like the filthy dog you are. But if you approach her with the same intensity in your voice? She's good at following orders, she did for Zariel for a decade, after all. Halsin: Chastity play. He's by nature a very sexual individual, right? Well what if part of that reason actually comes down to him being highly, highly invested in refusal of his own desires. He and Shadowheart probably bond about this shared kink a lot and probably tease one another relentless. But additionally? He enjoys having partners who will commit to chastity play along with him. To see how long they can go before they desperately come to him (heh) for release.

[sweetwolfcupcake]

"Slow down wizard boy, I don't think we've got extra lives stacked up in your fridge."

"What is he even doing there with her? When did he even buy that house?" Constantine is fuming, yes. But more than that, he is concerned.

Tex's words do little to deter Constantine as he pushes on the accelerator firmer.

If a man like John Wick is asking for HIS help, he knows that something is awfully wrong. There is this feeling in his stomach...

"He's John Wick. What did ya expect? He'll wait and watch you parading your relationship with our girl."

"She isn't your woman anymore." He snaps, glancing at Tex briefly before focusing on the road again.

Constantine pushes on the accelerator harder, speeding through the isolated roads towards the given address. The fact that it is by the woods makes him anxious. Those woods have some tales he would rather not think of. You see, darkness lurks at every corner.

"We'll see about that when we reach their Wizard Boy." Constantine knows that Tex knows John better, and his confidence in John unsettles him.

"How are you so chill about it all?"

"What's the matter Wizard boy, afraid to lose?"

This man...

"I wasn't the one who abandoned her, you know, I found her, she found me. We rebuilt each other."

"Careful there."

He won't admit it, but the way Tex's voice drops, it makes a man like Constantine straighten up a bit. Tex is a seasoned assassin after all. He and John, both are bad news to you, in Constantine's eyes, but it is ultimately up to you to decide. Hailing from a world people like him would rather not deal with.

You and Constantine were doing fine, were happy even. In his mind, he could trick himself into believing that happily ever after, or at least something akin to that existed. His happily ever after, if, he can dare to dream, was and is with you. But then, the night your past came knowing at his door. And everything changed.

Looking at Tex right now, there is something selfish in Constantine that likes to imagine what if the two of them---Tex and John never came back. It would have been just you and him.

But whom is he kidding? He sees it in your eyes, he feels it. Your love for them runs deeper than it is apparent. But there is something else at play. He hasn't been able to focus or put a pin on it but...He can feel it. it's like a faint smell at some corner that he hasn't been able to figure out.

The rest of the ride passes in tense silence before his car reaches the place. The closer Constantine gets, the faster his heart beats.

He presses on the doorbell desperately, and his hold on his took box tightens in anticipation. Oh, he is familiar with this energy. He knows this energy. Something demonic.

John answers the door with dishevelled hair and tired eyes.

"Where's she?"

Even before John can answer, Constantine pushes past him, letting his intuition take the lead. He opens the bedroom door to see you sprawled on the bed. You are every bit of a seductive painting from a classic and the room is vibrating with the energy, the spell that pulses in your veins at the moment.

"Oh boy..."

The box drops from his hold as soon as your gleaming, blown-out eyes meet his.

"What's wrong with her?" Tex comes up behind him, his voice lacks the usual playful tinge as he eyes you.

"It's killing her. Consuming her, getting hold of her. Her body, mind, now her soul."

Constantine whispers out, pushing Tex behind him. He is the most vulnerable out of the three at the moment.

"I found her at the club. Some succubus spell I guess." John runs his fingers through his wild mane, telling Constantine what he knows and can decipher.

"Gear up,"

Constantine warns before reaching for his box on the floor. Perhaps, this is his true test.

****

@treedaddymcpuffpuff @tammykelly @johnwickb1tsch

Also:@lilspookymeh @kurai-hono-blog

Sorry, this came out as so short, but I really have no idea what to write next. Please save this.

Yandere Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick (AND x Constantine😜) Imagine WIP Part 10

Here we go my Gremlin Girls! @treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake @tammykelly @lilspookymeh @kurai-hono-blog

Whenever ur ready @tammykelly 😈

[killian-whump]

How do you think the Coven of Colin would behave if one of them were to end up getting married (probably a Hook or maybe Brennan because of the amount of absolute bad boys Colin has played who aren't the most ethical where romance is concerned)? How chaotic would the stag/bachelor night be? Which of the coven would be best man?

I know Preacher Peter technically did get married, but hoodwinking a lass into a river ritual isn't a proper wedding. Just saying 😜

Wait... It's not?

Peter is shook. I mean, there was a river and everything. God himself told Peter it was proper and legal and everything important. And, you know, she didn't not not say she wasn't into it or anything. He's very upset with you right now, I hope you know.

Anyway, we'll leave him to his indignation. He'll settle down eventually and forgive you, I'm sure.

Now... Who would be the groom? I think you have a good idea there with Brennan. Although I feel like Ben would be another option. After how overdramatic he was when his girlfriend left him, I suspect he'd be putting a ring on her finger as soon as she'd allow him to in the hopes that won't happen again.

But I feel like Ben would take one look at the rest of the Coven and decide to elope or at least not tell them about the nuptials. In fact, I've decided just this moment that this is why Ben doesn't tend to play much of a role in Coven gatherings. It's not at all that I have a tendency to forget about him or anything; it's totally that he's such a normal guy and they're all so... not. He tends to duck out of meetings and such, what with pirates carousing and wizards casting spells and people pleading for medical help because they no longer have functioning knees.

I mean, I dunno. That all seems normal to me 🤷‍♀️

So anyway! Back to our groom. Brennan seems like a good choice, but I wouldn't want him to marry Nora (she's no good for him!) and we don't have any other canon interests for him. I don't think we can give Colin Characters new love interests if they don't have them in their own canon. That feels like it might be against the rules somehow. I mean, unless its each other. But, you know, that gets reported on by our special correspondents.

Anyhow, maybe we should stick with Hook, since he actually did get married in canon.

["So did I!" shouts Peter from the corner he's sulking in.

But nobody asked him, of course.]

So we'll look to what the Coven did for Killian's nuptials to answer your question. Let's see... It looks like Old Hook kept the notes for this event. At least until they turned into a drunken scrawl at the end. You'll note that this was at the tail end of S6, before we met Old Hook again in S7 and learned he had stopped drinking.

["I wasn't drunk, love," Old Hook informs us. "I was delightfully u~n~u~s~u~a~l."]

Well, whatever the case, he seemed to have a nice time at his other self's bachelor party, which was thrown for him by his other other self, Captain Jones. Divested of his orderly ways by the loss of his brother and his newfound embrace of piracy, but not yet as angsty as he'll be when his first true love is snuffed out before his very eyes... Captain Jones throws one hell of a party. On the Jolly, of course, with all the rum and saucy bar wenches you could ask for.

["And goat's milk!" chirps Cowardly Deckhand Hook.

Yes, of course. He even had milk for Little Killian and the other small children.]

There were no strippers, of course, because Captain Jones has too much respect for women and would never hire them to do such a thing.

Mark brought some, though - and then he skipped out on paying them, leaving Lieutenant Jones to bashfully pay the ladies whilst trying desperately not to look at their ample bosoms. Dammit, Mark.

Killian himself left early, as he had "business" to attend to in Storybrooke, which allegedly had something to do with disposing of some sort of white suit and acquiring something that was "anything other than that". Professor Harrison also left early, with a saucy wench on each arm, promising to teach them how to properly enjoy wine... and him. Or wine on him. None of us are really sure; he tends to be pretty secretive with his goings-on with the ladies.

Rowe didn't really do much at the party, but apparently he doesn't have to do much of anything to impress people and inspire avid appreciation and decades of fannish adoration. While I was typing this, his 17 seconds of screentime gained an additional 2,675 fans for Colin. It's just THAT good of a performance.

In case you were wondering, the deck of the Jolly Roger has just enough room for six Colin Characters to comfortably do the worm at the same time, if you space them out properly over the flat areas. You're welcome.

And in closing, Peter has a message for you:

[chiliiscereal]

Here’s the link for the full version ^ ——

Sister dear (Steve x sister reader)

(This is preseason one to show you what the background is on the whole story)

(let me know if you think this should be published as a separate book!)

You and Steve had a rocky start to being siblings.

You were born four years apart.

He was born in a time when your parents actually loved each other. They had time for birthdays and family weekends together. They went out to the park on saturdays. They were a picture perfect family.

It just so happened that when you were born, your father stopped being quite so faithful to your mother. When you came into the world, your father was in Europe on a business trip. And he wasn't only up to business.

Little Steve had adored you at first. He always wanted to hold you or play with you.

But then their parents no longer had time for him.

It was always work... and taking care of you.

It slowly changed over the years to only work, as your mother could no longer trust your father. Steve was left to watch you for weeks on end. He was good at it at first. He used to watch you carefully. He used to make sure you were happy and well...

Until he could no longer see his friends.

He was ten. You were five.

He began to leave you at home. At first it was only for thirty minutes while he went to the park. Then it was an hour every day during his elementary school days while he went to the movies.

You were seven when you began cooking your own meals.

You TRIED talking to him. You really did.

You tried catching his sleeve whenever he breezed past. You tried showing him crafts you made. You tried playing music you thought he might like.

That ended with twelve year old Steve pushing you away.

It ended with your works of art thrown in the trash.

Your music cassettes were thrown onto the road.

Your mother made sure both of you knew to never walk into the middle of the road, so you could only cry as some unknowing stranger destroyed your wonderful music. The music you had saved up all your allowance for. The music that you had thought your older brother would like. The music that you thought might bring you two together.

When your mother and father returned, you tattled.

Steve was grounded for a whole week.

But he always needed to have the last say. So he sold your boom box and spent all the money on comics. He threw your sketchbook in the quarry water. He shoved you to the floor, saying that if you ever tattled again then you would join your drawing book in the cold water.

You stopped trying to give Steve your attention and love. You no longer wished he would spend more time at home. So you began exploring the town by yourself at the age of nine. You didn't really have friends to hang out with so you would browse through stores.

The arcade was your favorite place.

You loved showing up early on Saturday mornings, before Steve was even awake, and leaving behind a new high score on the dragons lair.

Why?

Because it always riled up a group of boys your age. They had no idea who kept beating them over and over. Every Sunday morning you watched them walk in... only to scream a few seconds later about how someone had beaten their score by ONE point. Again.

You loved having some sort of connection to them. Even if they didn't know it was you. Or even who you were at all. They were a weird little group, strictly sticking with only other A.V club kids. Besides, you hardly ever talked. What would be so special about you?

It also didn't help that your older brother had begun to build himself a reputation. When you were ten, he began to be known as king Steve. You knew he bullied one of the kids (wills) older brother while beginning to flirt with another's (mike's) older sister.

You knew this because your father began forcing Steve to drive you home from school. That was the rule he set when he gave Steve the car.

Every day you trekked to the high school, only to watch Steve hang around Nancy Wheeler and push Johnathan Byers. You would have intervened and told him that you really didn't want to wait twenty minutes (out of sight) for him to be done. But the last time he did that he made you ride the way home in the trunk of his car.

When you were eleven, you started hanging out at Melvald's convenience store in the town square. Your favorite time to go there was at 7:00, because Mrs. Byers would always work the morning shift.

Wills mother was really quite wonderful. Every time you walked in she greeted you with a smile and lowered her magazine.

——-

"Whatcha lookin for today, kiddo?" She smiled softly, leaning on the counter to watch you browse.

"Any new cassette tapes." You shrugged, fingering each music case that caught your eye. "Do you have any Clash? I... lost mine." You didn't lose it. Steve broke it when he heard you mutter about how much you hated Tommy H.

"Yeah, we got a new box of cassettes delivered this morning." She hopped up and waved for you to follow her to the back room. "I miiiight have snagged a Clash cassette for you when I saw it." She grinned as she held the door open for the young girl.

"You didn't need to buy anything for me!" You gasped. You knew that the Byers needed all the money they could get. "Can I pay you back?" You immediately began digging through your pockets for spare change.

She placed a guiding hand on your back as you both entered, pulling you away from your search. "Oh no it's fine! It's the least I can do for my most frequent visitor."

She plucked the music case off the shelf and handed it to you. "You go to Hawkins elementary, right? You should talk to my son. Will. He also loves the Clash."

You turned red and clutched the cassette. "I've...seen him around before. I don't know how to talk to him."

"Oh it's easy!" She grabbed the spare paper and crayons you always used when you visited. "You just need to find common ground. For example," she pulled up a stool beside her for you to sit at, "you both like to draw!"

You placed down the paper and got working on your art. "Will it make a difference if I draw cartoons and he draws realistic? What if the difference is too big for him to want to talk to me?"

"It'll give you more to talk about!"

——

So began your quest to pursue friendship.

You attempted to speak to Will and his friends in the hall.

They were talking too loud about their latest campaign to hear you.

You tried asking to sit by them at lunch.

They were too busy launching potato's at the ceiling to notice.

Right when you almost gave up... Will and you were paired together as partners for a history project.

——-

'Don't mess it up, don't mess it up', you told yourself over and over as you moved to sit by Will. 'Don't be weird. See if he'll talk first. Don't be clingy.'

Wills was equally quiet. He just read through the rubric of the project and stayed silent.

'What can we talk about... what should I say?'

A drawing poking out of wills bag caught your eye. It looked like a wizard casting some sort of spell.

"I like your drawing!" You blurted out, wishing you could just shut up.

Wills jumped, startled. "Yeah... umm.. it's from... uh... it's from our last campaign.." he began fiddling with his thumbs, unsure of what to say to a girl. "Our DnD campaign... I mean."

You nodded along. "I like to draw to! I've never... I've never played DnD before... so I like to draw people."

Will cracked a shy smile. "I'll show you my drawing if you show me one of yours."

You agreed hesitantly.

He took your cartoon and you took his master piece. You desperately wished you could draw like him. Your cartoons looked so simple, as Steve always said.

"You're a cartoonist!" Will smiled, holding the paper out in front of him. It was a caricature of Mrs. Byers. "You must be the girl my mom sees at her job!" His eyes were wide with recognition. "This is so good! I wish I could draw cartoons. But whenever I try... they look like potato's." He laughed.

You flushed a deep red. "I... I'm also the one that beats your scores every Saturday." You admit.

His jaw dropped. "No way. We've been trying to figure out who that was for months! We formed a whole list of people to interrogate!" He ran a hand through his hair.

You giggled. "I can prove it... if you want. Next Saturday I could show you and your friends? At the arcade?"

"Yeah! I'm totally down to hang out at the arcade!"

——

Will had brought you to the A.V club after to ask the rest of the party. You had protested at first. What if they didn't like you? What if they said no? You would look so stupid! You tried to use your brother driving you home as an excuse.

But if you brought Steve up... no. You couldn't start a potential friendship like that.

Will proposed the ideas to everyone excitedly.

It seemed that Lucas had a problem with it immediately.

——-

"Sorry Will, but we can't." Lucas shook his head. "We've got plans."

Your heart dropped.

"Wait," Dustin frowned and turned to his friend. "What plans? I wasn't aware of any plans."

Lucas crossed his arms. "Remember? Our campaign?"

"We don't have a-."

Lucas elbowed him harshly and looked at you. "Can you leave for a second? We need to talk. ALONE."

You nodded and stepped out of the room. "Yeah totally! Just let me know when-."

The door slammed in your face.

You know you shouldn't have but you pressed your ear to the door anyway.

"What's your damage?" Mike Wheeler hissed quietly.

"Don't you know who she is?" Lucas accused.

"No... should we?" Will whispered in confusion.

"That's Y/N Harrington!" Lucas spat out.

"Steve Harrington's little sister." Dustin stated, now understanding.

Mike groaned. "The douche bag my sisters hooked on?"

"Yes! What if she's exactly like him?"

"You mean a total mouth breather? A player? An absolute jackass?"

You sunk to the floor. Of course Steve ruined the only chance you might have of a friendship. How could she think that these kids would look past her family's reputation? No one ever did. Even her teachers expected her to be disruptive and rude.

"Guys." Will intervened. "I talked to her in history."

"What?!"

"Traitor!"

"What about the party?"

Will lowered his voice, causing you to lean a little closer to the door. "She doesn't act like him. She never called me any names. She never told me that I'm a freak. She tried to talk to me about art."

"Steve definitely doesn't appreciate art." Dustin mumbled.

Wills continued. "She's a cartoonist. And I think she might be like us. You know who kept beating our dragon lair record?"

"Who?"

"Please tell me it wasn't Troy."

"Y/N Harrington."

"WHAT?!"

"IT WAS HER?!"

"GIRLS PLAY VIDEO GAMES?!"

[heillagr-a]

REGULUS WANTS ALL THE KISSES. but if he has to pick, he'll take ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you. (blacksneverrun)

A special kiss! | accepting | @blacksneverrun

✚ for a kiss on a wound.

❝ Oh no. ❞ When Regulus had said he would like for her to teach him how to cook, Heidi’s thought that wouldn’t be so dangerous, and it would be a wonderful way to pass the time, really. She loved cooking, and so far he seemed to be enjoying it, too. What more could they ask for?

Well, for Regulus to not accidentally cut himself in the finger would be an option. The wound was shallow and hardly bled, and Heidi knew they could easily fix it with a wand and a bit of magic, but she was awfully set in her ways ( her mother’s ways, that was ), and instead, she took his hand and brought his finger to her lips. Kisses held a certain kind of magic, too, didn’t they?

♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.

Heidi was determined to not fail him. Regulus couldn’t afford being caught out in the street during this war. They didn’t know if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named knew what he had done, and was looking for him yet, and the uncertainty made that they had to be extra cautious. He’d have to hide, and it was better if few people knew. Few people meaning Albus Dumbledore, himself…. And her, his Secret Keeper, once the Fidelius Charm was cast. ❝ No matter what happens, I’m on your side, alright? ❞ She told him, his hands in hers as she gave them a soft squeeze. ❝ They don’t know who I am, or that I am even associated with you. They won’t know where to look, trust me. I will keep you safe. ❞ Like she had done, before. Like she would, again. 

She lifted his hands to her lips and, in a semblance of the old ways of swearing fealty ( Helga’s memories reminded her of that ), on his knuckle. ❝ Cross my heart. ❞

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

❝ You are quite the worrier, ❞ Heidi noticed with a little laugh as she shrugged her coat on. Sure, Regulus had a point in being worried, there were more than enough dangers outside this door, the war not even included, and she’d have to walk out there all on her own—but she wasn’t just anyone, even though he did not know that. ❝ I’ll manage, Regulus, I’ll be totally fine. ❞

Secretly, she felt quite giddy that he was worried about her safety, meaning he cared. Meaning she could be a bit bolder, now. She turned to him—this hallway was terribly small, making movement a pretty intimate affair in general, and leaned in to press her lips to his cheek. She didn’t linger too long, and gazed at him through her lashes afterward. ❝ Really, don’t worry. ❞

♠ for a kiss that leaves a mark on the skin.

It was quite a surprise attack, coming from Heidi. She knew he hadn’t expected her to pop up behind where he was sat on the couch, engulfed in one of the books she’d brought him, but that was the whole fun of it, wasn’t it? Her lips pressed to his neck and she felt surprise course through him before he relaxed. Another kiss followed, and then she became a bit bolder and carefully sucked on his skin until he whined and pushed her away. A nice red mark had formed on his neck, and she laughed. ❝ That’s me, marking you, ❞ she informed him with a giggle. ❝ Mine, mine, mine. ❞

♆ for a kiss where there is a pulse.

Heidi knew she’d been fast asleep, but at some point she’d become so attuned to Regulus in the bed next to her, that she noticed immediately if something was off. She could feel him stir, the sheets moving as he struggled with a nightmare, and then his loud breath as he managed to get out of it. She was awake now, though she didn’t move yet, allowing him the time to settle down from the dream before she curled into him, arms slipping around his frame as her lips found his quickened pulse in his neck. ❝ We made it, remember? ❞ she whispered, voice soft and rough before she kissed him on the neck again. ❝ We made it, Regulus. You made it. ❞

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

Heidi felt like she could almost touch the tension, present in this room. She’d kissed him before, just once, in an attempt to make him feel as if he'd truly made it. Afterwards, he’d claimed he was very much dreaming, which had made her laugh and wonder, for a long while, what it meant if that was what he dreamt about. 

She could tell from the look in his eyes, now, that what she’d thought it meant ( what she’d hoped it meant ) was true, and that she was happy about that. It meant that what she was about to do would seal what had grown between them in the past couple of weeks. 

The second kiss she ever gave him was laden with what she felt for him, because she wanted to let Regulus know that she cared, that he made her heart beat so wildly, that she was in love with him. It was soft, but so much more present than the first one, her lips pressing more firmly against his, hands finding his hair, tangling in the soft strands. I think I love you.

ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.

Heidi didn’t want to tell him, she really didn’t, but Regulus had come to know her far too well NOT to know when something upset her. ❝ I just---I don’t know whether we will win the war. The odds have been... Not in our favor, things have become more and more dangerous, I am---- ❞ she paused for a moment, drawing in a much needed, steadying breath before she stepped into his embrace, resting her cheek on his shoulder as her arms slipped around his waist. ❝ Scared for my family, my friends... ❞ She wasn’t scared for herself, no. She was just about the last person on the very long list of people she’d rather keep safe, instead. The witch lifted her head from his shoulder and tried to smile at him, though she couldn’t quite manage.

So instead, she wiggled in his grip and her arms rounded his neck instead, body arching into his as she gazed up at him. ❝ But there’s not much more I can do, ❞ she murmured, ❝ And it’s not like worrying about it will change anything. Regulus? ❞ She tilted her head a bit, brought her face closer to his.  ❝ Will you kiss me, please? I... I want to remember what it feels like---to be alive. ❞ In this world of theirs, torn apart by war.

The kiss she got was loving and warm, and she deepened it, herself, pressing herself against him, desperate and needy, kiss filled with passion, I love you, I love you, I love you. 

☂ for a kiss in the rain.

The war was over. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was defeated by a boy no more than a year old. Sirius Black had been brought to Azkaban for crimes no one had thought he would have ever committed, though all evidence pointed in that direction, and Bellatrix Lestrange and the brothers had been caught. Their trial would follow in the coming days, though everyone was fairly certain they’d gotten themselves a ticket straight to the Wizarding Prison. 

Heidi had gone to Regulus to inform him of the news. He was safe, they both were---but at what expense? It was raining outside when they stepped out of the apartment Regulus had been holed up in for so long, and the world felt softer, somehow, veiled by the water, which dripped like a soft curtain all around them and made their hair stick to their cheeks and necks. 

Heidi turned to look at him and found his gaze already on her. A kiss followed ; she could taste the sadness on his lips, and knew that no matter what she did to soothe it, it wouldn’t go away. That was okay, she thought. We are nothing without the hardships, the things that shape us. She kissed him and held on to his hands, because even if she could do nothing to ease his pain, she wanted him to know that she was there for him.

[chiliiscereal]

(This is preseason one to show you what the background is on the whole story)

(let me know if you think this should be published as a separate book!)

You and Steve had a rocky start to being siblings.

You were born four years apart.

He was born in a time when your parents actually loved each other. They had time for birthdays and family weekends together. They went out to the park on saturdays. They were a picture perfect family.

It just so happened that when you were born, your father stopped being quite so faithful to your mother. When you came into the world, your father was in Europe on a business trip. And he wasn't only up to business.

Little Steve had adored you at first. He always wanted to hold you or play with you.

But then their parents no longer had time for him.

It was always work... and taking care of you.

It slowly changed over the years to only work, as your mother could no longer trust your father. Steve was left to watch you for weeks on end. He was good at it at first. He used to watch you carefully. He used to make sure you were happy and well...

Until he could no longer see his friends.

He was ten. You were five.

He began to leave you at home. At first it was only for thirty minutes while he went to the park. Then it was an hour every day during his elementary school days while he went to the movies.

You were seven when you began cooking your own meals.

You TRIED talking to him. You really did.

You tried catching his sleeve whenever he breezed past. You tried showing him crafts you made. You tried playing music you thought he might like.

That ended with twelve year old Steve pushing you away.

It ended with your works of art thrown in the trash.

Your music cassettes were thrown onto the road.

Your mother made sure both of you knew to never walk into the middle of the road, so you could only cry as some unknowing stranger destroyed your wonderful music. The music you had saved up all your allowance for. The music that you had thought your older brother would like. The music that you thought might bring you two together.

When your mother and father returned, you tattled.

Steve was grounded for a whole week.

But he always needed to have the last say. So he sold your boom box and spent all the money on comics. He threw your sketchbook in the quarry water. He shoved you to the floor, saying that if you ever tattled again then you would join your drawing book in the cold water.

You stopped trying to give Steve your attention and love. You no longer wished he would spend more time at home. So you began exploring the town by yourself at the age of nine. You didn't really have friends to hang out with so you would browse through stores.

The arcade was your favorite place.

You loved showing up early on Saturday mornings, before Steve was even awake, and leaving behind a new high score on the dragons lair.

Why?

Because it always riled up a group of boys your age. They had no idea who kept beating them over and over. Every Sunday morning you watched them walk in... only to scream a few seconds later about how someone had beaten their score by ONE point. Again.

You loved having some sort of connection to them. Even if they didn't know it was you. Or even who you were at all. They were a weird little group, strictly sticking with only other A.V club kids. Besides, you hardly ever talked. What would be so special about you?

It also didn't help that your older brother had begun to build himself a reputation. When you were ten, he began to be known as king Steve. You knew he bullied one of the kids (wills) older brother while beginning to flirt with another's (mike's) older sister.

You knew this because your father began forcing Steve to drive you home from school. That was the rule he set when he gave Steve the car.

Every day you trekked to the high school, only to watch Steve hang around Nancy Wheeler and push Johnathan Byers. You would have intervened and told him that you really didn't want to wait twenty minutes (out of sight) for him to be done. But the last time he did that he made you ride the way home in the trunk of his car.

When you were eleven, you started hanging out at Melvald's convenience store in the town square. Your favorite time to go there was at 7:00, because Mrs. Byers would always work the morning shift.

Wills mother was really quite wonderful. Every time you walked in she greeted you with a smile and lowered her magazine.

——-

"Whatcha lookin for today, kiddo?" She smiled softly, leaning on the counter to watch you browse.

"Any new cassette tapes." You shrugged, fingering each music case that caught your eye. "Do you have any Clash? I... lost mine." You didn't lose it. Steve broke it when he heard you mutter about how much you hated Tommy H.

"Yeah, we got a new box of cassettes delivered this morning." She hopped up and waved for you to follow her to the back room. "I miiiight have snagged a Clash cassette for you when I saw it." She grinned as she held the door open for the young girl.

"You didn't need to buy anything for me!" You gasped. You knew that the Byers needed all the money they could get. "Can I pay you back?" You immediately began digging through your pockets for spare change.

She placed a guiding hand on your back as you both entered, pulling you away from your search. "Oh no it's fine! It's the least I can do for my most frequent visitor."

She plucked the music case off the shelf and handed it to you. "You go to Hawkins elementary, right? You should talk to my son. Will. He also loves the Clash."

You turned red and clutched the cassette. "I've...seen him around before. I don't know how to talk to him."

"Oh it's easy!" She grabbed the spare paper and crayons you always used when you visited. "You just need to find common ground. For example," she pulled up a stool beside her for you to sit at, "you both like to draw!"

You placed down the paper and got working on your art. "Will it make a difference if I draw cartoons and he draws realistic? What if the difference is too big for him to want to talk to me?"

"It'll give you more to talk about!"

——

So began your quest to pursue friendship.

You attempted to speak to Will and his friends in the hall.

They were talking too loud about their latest campaign to hear you.

You tried asking to sit by them at lunch.

They were too busy launching potato's at the ceiling to notice.

Right when you almost gave up... Will and you were paired together as partners for a history project.

——-

'Don't mess it up, don't mess it up', you told yourself over and over as you moved to sit by Will. 'Don't be weird. See if he'll talk first. Don't be clingy.'

Wills was equally quiet. He just read through the rubric of the project and stayed silent.

'What can we talk about... what should I say?'

A drawing poking out of wills bag caught your eye. It looked like a wizard casting some sort of spell.

"I like your drawing!" You blurted out, wishing you could just shut up.

Wills jumped, startled. "Yeah... umm.. it's from... uh... it's from our last campaign.." he began fiddling with his thumbs, unsure of what to say to a girl. "Our DnD campaign... I mean."

You nodded along. "I like to draw to! I've never... I've never played DnD before... so I like to draw people."

Will cracked a shy smile. "I'll show you my drawing if you show me one of yours."

You agreed hesitantly.

He took your cartoon and you took his master piece. You desperately wished you could draw like him. Your cartoons looked so simple, as Steve always said.

"You're a cartoonist!" Will smiled, holding the paper out in front of him. It was a caricature of Mrs. Byers. "You must be the girl my mom sees at her job!" His eyes were wide with recognition. "This is so good! I wish I could draw cartoons. But whenever I try... they look like potato's." He laughed.

You flushed a deep red. "I... I'm also the one that beats your scores every Saturday." You admit.

His jaw dropped. "No way. We've been trying to figure out who that was for months! We formed a whole list of people to interrogate!" He ran a hand through his hair.

You giggled. "I can prove it... if you want. Next Saturday I could show you and your friends? At the arcade?"

"Yeah! I'm totally down to hang out at the arcade!"

——

Will had brought you to the A.V club after to ask the rest of the party. You had protested at first. What if they didn't like you? What if they said no? You would look so stupid! You tried to use your brother driving you home as an excuse.

But if you brought Steve up... no. You couldn't start a potential friendship like that.

Will proposed the ideas to everyone excitedly.

It seemed that Lucas had a problem with it immediately.

——-

"Sorry Will, but we can't." Lucas shook his head. "We've got plans."

Your heart dropped.

"Wait," Dustin frowned and turned to his friend. "What plans? I wasn't aware of any plans."

Lucas crossed his arms. "Remember? Our campaign?"

"We don't have a-."

Lucas elbowed him harshly and looked at you. "Can you leave for a second? We need to talk. ALONE."

You nodded and stepped out of the room. "Yeah totally! Just let me know when-."

The door slammed in your face.

You know you shouldn't have but you pressed your ear to the door anyway.

"What's your damage?" Mike Wheeler hissed quietly.

"Don't you know who she is?" Lucas accused.

"No... should we?" Will whispered in confusion.

"That's Y/N Harrington!" Lucas spat out.

"Steve Harrington's little sister." Dustin stated, now understanding.

Mike groaned. "The douche bag my sisters hooked on?"

"Yes! What if she's exactly like him?"

"You mean a total mouth breather? A player? An absolute jackass?"

You sunk to the floor. Of course Steve ruined the only chance you might have of a friendship. How could she think that these kids would look past her family's reputation? No one ever did. Even her teachers expected her to be disruptive and rude.

"Guys." Will intervened. "I talked to her in history."

"What?!"

"Traitor!"

"What about the party?"

Will lowered his voice, causing you to lean a little closer to the door. "She doesn't act like him. She never called me any names. She never told me that I'm a freak. She tried to talk to me about art."

"Steve definitely doesn't appreciate art." Dustin mumbled.

Wills continued. "She's a cartoonist. And I think she might be like us. You know who kept beating our dragon lair record?"

"Who?"

"Please tell me it wasn't Troy."

"Y/N Harrington."

"WHAT?!"

"IT WAS HER?!"

"GIRLS PLAY VIDEO GAMES?!"