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iridescentjin · 5 years ago

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Powdered Moonstone and Pearl Dust

Summary: Things are not always as they seem at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Genre: Smut, some fluff, some romance

Warnings: Oral sex (m. and f. receiving), creampie, cumplay, threesome, dirty talk, dom!Taehyung, dom switch!reader, sub switch!Jungkook, mirror sex, ice play, unprotected sex, Jungkook has a weird spell to clean up cum?

A/N: This large boi is half unedited. Sorry. I just couldn’t read it anymore. Thanks to my friend Katie for beta-ing the first 10K that I wrote. I don’t know if she wants to be tagged, so I won’t tag her. I hope that the requester enjoys this. I hope you all enjoy this. My work is protected under copyright law, so please don’t steal it.

Word Count: 18K+

The only sound you hear at your table hidden away in a back corner of the library is the scratch of your quill on parchment. You love that sound. It makes you feel accomplished and proud. Even if you were just writing a list of things to do, you would still love the sound. You know that you could enchant the quill to do the writing for you, but there is something so satisfying about scribbling out your own thoughts into writing. You hold the quill in your hand and continue pouring your thoughts out on the page in flowing, looping letters.

At your table next to the Restricted Section, hidden among the stacks, you finish the last of your Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. Even though you are only a week into the school year, your professor has assigned reading and an essay. You can’t say you mind, as DADA has always been your best subject. Now that you’re in your 7th year and in all of your NEWT classes, you are working toward your future career instead of just grades. The rest of your Slytherin classmates didn’t see loving DADA as an acceptable option, which is why you chose to hide away in the library to enthusiastically finish your homework.

If you were completely honest, which you only ever were with one person, you had wanted to be an Auror with the Ministry of Magic since you were a little girl. You could never, ever show that side of yourself to the rest of the Slytherins, or you’d be marked as a blood traitor. There was still animosity left over from the Second Wizarding War, and you didn’t want to cross any of your housemates whose parents were still Death Eaters.

You are so engrossed in your parchment that you don’t hear the man who sneaks up behind you. When you feel a hand on your back, you jump, making a thick, black ink mark across your paper. You turn around ready to smack the person who disturbed your peace and marred your assignment. Instead of being able to hit the person who did the transgression, you are met with two hands on either side of your face, and the offender captures your lips in a tender kiss. Even though you didn’t see him, there is no doubt in your mind that the lips pressed against yours belong to none other than Jeon Jungkook.

When your boyfriend pulls away, you slap him on the arm. “Look what you did to my paper!” you exclaim.

“Don’t act like you can’t do one swish of your wand and make that disappear,” he retorts, giggling and stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

He was right, but you didn’t like to admit it.

“Still you can’t just go sneaking up on people and kissing them. I could have hit you with Petrificus Totalus, and then where would we be? Huh?”

He continues to giggle. “Well, I’m already stiff enough, if you know what I mean,” he winks at you, “plus, you weren’t near quick enough for that to even be a possibility.”

You snatch your wand off the table, turn to stand in front of him, and hold it against his throat, trying to look intimidating. He continues giggling. “You are incorrigible,” you scold as you roll your eyes.

You turn back to the table, passing your wand over the parchment, and mutter “Scourgify.” The ink from your flinch begins to lift off the paper and sink back into the inkwell, ready to be used again.

“You know that you’re the only person doing homework, right? I bet that isn’t even due for weeks,” Jungkook taunts as he looks down at your paper.

“Well, I like to be ahead. You know that,” you reply. “Plus, now that I’m in the NEWT class without you, I don’t have to worry about making sure you do your homework. I’m still adjusting to how much time I need. It will probably take me a third of the time now that I don’t have to convince you to do it without cheating.”

“If you would have just let me copy you, it would have saved you a lot of time,” he states, putting his hand on his hip. “But really, I’m proud of you for following your dreams, babe. I really am.” He swoops down and places his mouth against yours. Against your lips he mutters, “I know it isn’t easy with Slytherins being the way they are. Even since You-Know-Who got defeated, they still think that we all have to be evil.”

“I mean...the way you look in those pants is pretty evil,” you offer, smirk across your lips. You look him up and down, and he steps back to give you a full view. He had filled out a lot in the last year and even more over the summer, becoming a man. He’s wearing the same clothes he always wore, but they fit snugger than they used to. His tight black pants hug his thick thighs, his white button up is unbuttoned at his throat, his tie hangs loosely from his neck, and his gray sweater sits taut across his broad shoulders and firm chest. You feel an ache between your thighs as you stare at him.

“Okay, I think you’ve checked me out enough for today,” he goads. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You nestle into his chest and breathe in his scent. For as long as you can remember, Jungkook is the one who has comforted you and taken care of you. He is the only person who you ever felt accepted you as you are, and he didn’t mind that you struggled a little bit to express your emotions. He had helped you learn to show your love for him. He gives you a squeeze and lets you go.

“All right,” he remarks, “I have practice, so I’ll let you get back to your homework that isn’t even due yet, nerd.”

He places one more kiss on your lips then begins to walk away. You watch him, and he stops halfway down the row. He smiles and says, “I love you, y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, picking up your quill.

“I’m not leaving until you say it back,” he chides.

“I love you too,” you mumble back, and he bounces off and turns down the main aisle, disappearing from sight.

You turn your attention back to your paper, but, before you can even start working again, you hear, “Wow, that was pretty gross.”

You are startled by the voice and find yourself wondering why, all of a sudden, everyone feels the need to come to your spot in the library. You have only ever been bugged here by Jungkook and even that was rare because he knows this is your spot to really focus.

You turn your head to where the voice came from, and standing in the stacks is a tall man with black hair that falls in his eyes, Gryffindor tie hanging loosely around his neck. His arms are crossed, and he is leaning casually against the bookcase.

“What do you want, Taehyung?” you ask, slightly exasperated.

“I was just coming to check out the restricted section, but then I had to witness that little love fest. I must admit...I’m a little jealous, but mostly I’m disgusted,” he offers with an ornery grin on his face.

“Well, the restricted section is right there,” you gesture toward the locked area, “have fun trying to get in. I’m going back to my common room now.”

“Oh come on, y/n. When are you going to banter with me? You can’t avoid it forever.” He is still grinning that same grin while watching you pack up your bag.

“I believe in my ability to avoid it forever, so I will. Goodnight, Taehyung.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder and trudge off, away from him and the former solitude of your favorite spot.

*******

A few weeks later, when the semester is in full swing, you slink down the hallway, trying to avoid eye contact with any of the passing students and slip into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Room. You were early to class because you liked to avoid the rush of students in the hall and pick your seat carefully. You lift your eyes from the floor, and you see that your professor, Bill Weasley, is standing at the front of the room, arranging the items on the desk and fussing with books.

He looks up when he hears the door shut and flashes a smile at you. The shock of hair on top of his head is wild and curly, streaked with silver amongst the red-orange. He’s used to you coming early to class, so he doesn’t seem surprised and keeps on fiddling with things at the front of the room. You slide into your preferred seat in the second row all the way at the end. You pull out your book, quill, ink, and wand and arrange them on the table in front of you. Opening your book to the reading from the night before, you skim through the pages.

“You know,” Bill says, seemingly to himself, “you could give any working Auror a run for their money with your use of Impedimenta, even Potter.”

You feel your face heat, and you know that you’ve turned a deep scarlet. “Thank you so much, Professor Weasley,” you mumble, “but there’s no way that’s true. I mean...he’s Harry Potter. I’m just some stupid wannabe”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “I’ve known Harry for a long time. He was a stupid wannabe once too. Probably more than you. You’re not so unlike him, you know?”

You smile up at him, but, before you can respond, the door opens, and students start to fill in the room. You are grateful that you have Professor Weasley because, even though he can be detached at times, he is still one of the only supportive adults that you have in your life, since your parents died during the Second Wizarding War.

You flinch when someone plops down in the seat next to you. People usually leave you alone because you are the only Slytherin in Year 7 Defense Against the Dark Arts, but, today, someone has chosen to invade your space. When you look up from your book, you see it’s Kim Taehyung, smiling in all his Gryffindor glory.

From what you know of Taehyung from the seven years you’ve spent at school together, you know that he is cocky and weird and aggressively friendly.

“Good morning!” he exclaims a little too loudly for how close he is to you.

You give him a confused look and try to convey your distaste for the situation through your facial expression.

He just smiles back at you and starts to unpack his bag.

“Taehyung, there are like 20 other perfectly good seats in this room,” you snap.

“Yes, I know, but I want this seat,” he says with a spark in his eyes that you can’t quite name. “Besides, I have made it my goal to befriend you this year.”

You sigh a heavy sigh and turn your attention back to your book until Professor Weasley starts lecturing. You find it hard to focus though because, next to you, Taehyung is making icicles and snowflakes with his wand. They hover just above the palm of his hand, spinning slowly, then he flicks his wand and they disappear. You can’t help but be mesmerized by the intricacy of each of the snowflakes, dainty and precise. Each time you catch yourself staring at his palm, you snap your eyes back up to the front of the room and try to focus on the ginger man.

“Just give in,” Taehyung whispers to you halfway through class.

“Excuse me,” you retort in a loud whisper that draws the attention of the students in front of you.

“You want to look, so just look.”

“No. Don’t talk to me during a lecture,” you say with finality, gripping your quill tighter. You force your eyes to stay trained on Professor Weasley for the time remaining while scribbling little notes on your parchment.

At the end of the period, you pack away your things quickly, making a point not to look at Taehyung, and you move out of the classroom as quickly as possible.

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

When you skulk into the common room a few hours later, you are met with a crowd of Slytherins of all ages. At the center of all the commotion is, of course, Jungkook. He has a big smile across his face, and he is chatting spiritedly with a 4th year named Camilla Astaroth. She is the Keeper on the Quidditch team, and, even though Jungkook denies it, she is clearly smitten with him. You make your way past the crowd, intending on simply talking with Jungkook later or even tomorrow.

As you pass, you hear a 6th year exclaim, “we’re going to beat Gryffindor this year for sure! Jungkook is unstoppable!”

You can’t help but smile about how talented your boyfriend is. He rarely tries something that he isn’t immediately the best at, and he has a knack for all things athletic. He tried muggle sports once with some of the 7th year Hufflepuffs when he was a 5th year, and he dominated them in basketball so much that they made him sit out.

As you reach the base of the stairs, you hear Jungkook shout your name. You turn around, and his huge grin is directed at you. The girl standing next to him does not seem pleased that you’ve taken his attention away from her.

He waves you over, and you shuffle awkwardly through the crowd. When you get to his side, he drapes his arm over your shoulders, and you sink into his side.

“What’s going on?” you ask quietly to him.

“We scrimmaged Hufflepuff today, remember?” You had completely forgotten, and you felt guilt immediately build in your chest. You had been so preoccupied with Taehyung and studying that it had slipped your mind. You mutter an apology to him while looking away.

“Hey, no. It’s okay. We won though! We completely destroyed them actually. 300 to 0. They never even stood a chance,” he declares, grinning widely.

“Jungkook was so amazing. The other team didn’t have any hope of keeping up with him,” Camilla pipes up. She’s looking at him like he hung the moon, and, in her defense, he does look super hot with his hair freshly washed and mussed a little with his shirt clinging to his frame. Camilla reaches out and runs her fingers along Jungkook’s forearm, staring directly into his face as she does it.

As a knee jerk reaction, you want to punch her, lunge at her, tackle her, and pull her hair, but you refrain. Jungkook pulls his arm away tactfully and slides it around your waist, pulling you closer. He is subtly telling her to fuck off while also bringing you in closer, and you are loving it.

You lean up to his ear and whisper, “I want to get out of here.”

He presses a kiss to your temple. “Go to my room. I’ll meet you there in five minutes.”

You say goodbye to Camilla who gives you a half-hearted wave, and you head off up the stairs. You drop your stuff in the girls dorm then make your way to Jungkook’s room. His roommates are clearly out, either with the crowd in the common room or off causing trouble. You use the opportunity to pull out a large brown t-shirt from Jungkook’s chest of drawers. You undo the knot in your tie and unbutton the top two buttons of your white oxford shirt. You wrap your fingers under the hem of your shirt and sweater and pull it over your head. You fold each article neatly and set them on top of the chest. You slide your skirt down your hips and place it on top of the pile. Deciding to take off your bra as well, you unclasp it and toss it more haphazardly than the other items. Jungkook’s shirt slides easily over your head and the cotton caresses your skin. The shirt smells like him, and you breathe it in deeply.

You plop down on his bed, smelling his pillows as well. You two were still making time for each other, but, with NEWT level classes and Quidditch practices, it was getting harder and harder to find time to just be together without doing homework or planning plays.

The heavy wooden door creaks open, and your eyes flit to the door. Jungkook shuts the door behind him and latches the bolt so no one can get in. His roommates have seen you in his bed in the mornings before, but, since they aren’t here, the two of you have free reign to do whatever you want.

He runs his hand through his hair as he makes his way over to you. Sliding into the bed next to you, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. You tilt your head up to steal a kiss against his lips. He hums in approval.

“You know...I’m not tired at all. I’m too hyped up from the scrimmage.” He places a kiss on the corner of your mouth. He follows that by kissing along your jaw and down your throat.

“Oh, is that so?” You kiss the top of his head as he sinks further down your neck. “I guess I could think of a few things to tire you out. That is if you ask nicely.”

Jungkook is biting down on the tender skin of your neck, down the slope of it to your shoulder. “Please.” He states it more than asks, but you are satisfied.

You pull him up to your face, and you press your mouth to his. Hungry and frantic. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and pull it out slightly before letting it go.

He runs his hand up your side. “I love seeing you in my shirt and nothing else.”

“I love being in your shirt, but I think I’d love being in nothing more right now.”

“I can arrange that.” He smirks and wraps his fingers around the bottom of the shirt. He pulls it over your head and throws it carelessly aside.

He takes a moment to just stare at your bare body in front of him, only your thin lace panties covering you. He passes his hands over your breasts, massaging them before leaning in to kiss your mouth again.

“Your turn.” You pull at the hem of his shirt. He stands up to take off all of his clothes. Every time you see his body, you feel taken aback. His waist is narrow, but his muscles are prominent in his stomach, arms, and thighs. The outline of his dick is visible through his underwear, and he is truly statuesque standing in front of you for a moment in just his boxer briefs.

“Those too,” you mutter.

“If I take these off, are you going to get on your knees for me tonight?” He puts his hand on his hip. You love when Jungkook takes control. You often are dominant, making him prove he’s a good boy for you, and you love to see him beg you. But sometimes it is thrilling to see him command you around. Often Quidditch wins bring out the dom in Jungkook.

“Yes, I’ll get on my knees for you, JK. I’d do anything for you. You know that.”

He blushes a little and runs his hand through his hair again. You climb off of the bed and kneel in front of him. When he pulls down his underwear, you see that his cock is already hard. He strokes it while looking down at you.

“Are you going to suck my cock like a good girl?” he asks, never breaking eye contact.

You nod and wrap your hand around his shaft. He removes his own hand, and you begin the same rhythm, pumping. You lick from his balls to the head of his dick on the underside then swirl your tongue around the head. You wrap your lips around it and slowly take the whole thing into your mouth. You slide your lips up and down the shaft of his cock, and you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. You moan around him, feeling the heat pooling in your underwear.

“You like that don’t you?” He’s breathing heavily, but his words are still steady.

He thrusts his hips slightly, causing his dick to hit the back of your throat. You gag around him, and he moans a deep, heady moan. “Good girl,” he whispers. You loosen your throat and take him in deep again. You pull back and run your tongue over the slit on the head of his dick. Repeating this over and over, you begin to feel spit running down your chin and taste the saltiness of Jungkook’s precum.

“Y/n, you have to stop. It’s been too long. I can’t last, wanna fuck you.” He wraps his fingers around your chin and pulls your head gently away from his length. You bring your hand up and pump two more times around his hard member before you stand to meet him. You kiss him hard and almost immediately sneak your tongue into his mouth, hoping he can taste himself on you.

He pulls you against his body and lets his hands explore your skin. You can feel his cock pressing against you, and you are needy for it. You moan into his mouth and press your skin against his. His chest is smooth and supple, and your nipples grow harder at the contact. You love the way that his skin feels against yours, and you are dripping in your underwear just from the sensation.

“Baby, do you want me?” Jungkook says into your neck, his breath causing the small hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.

“Yes, I want you so bad.” You tangle your fingers into his hair and tug gently while rubbing your thighs together.

“Then beg.” He pushes your legs apart with his muscular thigh, but, instead of slotting it against your clothed core, he keeps it just far enough away that you can’t get any relief. Jungkook rarely asks you to beg, and you do it even more rarely. You run through the scenario in your head of what will happen if you refuse to beg. He’s already commanded you to get on your knees, so you know he’s feeling particularly demanding tonight. You can feel how wet your underwear are, sticking against your sensitive skin.

You are weighing your options when Jungkook repeats, “Beg for it, or I’m not letting you get any relief. I’ll tease you all night if I have to.” He takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks, causing your hips to buck into him. He lets it fall from his mouth and moves to the other one, biting gently.

You sigh deeply. “Jungkook, please fuck me.” You can hear the attitude in your voice.

“Not like that, baby. I want you to mean it.”

He slides his hand between the two of you and lines his cock up with your clothed folds. He pushes the head of his cock against your clit, and you moan deeply. Fuck fuck. Am I really going to beg for it? The sensation has you desperate for him to be against your bare skin. You roll your eyes to yourself, then you drop back to your knees. The sudden movement seems to surprise Jungkook, but he also groans and takes his cock in hand as you do it.

“Jungkook, I need you more than I’ve never needed anything. I need you more than water. Please fuck me.”

He whispers an incoherent stream of curse words then asks, “baby, do you wanna ride me?”

You can see the excitement in his eyes, so you nod your head as you look up at him. He pulls you up off the floor and strides to the bed. He turns back to you and, in one smooth motion, drops your panties to the floor, then climbs onto the bed. He lies on his back, and you climb on top of him.

You hover over him for a moment, watching the impatience grow in his expression. He puts his hands on your hips and shifts his hips up. The head of his dick presses against your entrance then slides up your folds to your clit, slick with your own arousal. He does it once more before you acquiesce.

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and line him up with your entrance. You sink down on to him slowly. Once you slide all the way down, you take a moment to adjust to the size of his cock. You think to yourself that it’s not fair that Jungkook is good at everything and also has a big dick. Once you’ve adjusted to him, you roll your hips, his pubic bone creating friction on your clit. You continue your motions, and Jungkook digs his thumbs into your hips. You can see on his face he’s trying to keep his hips still.

“I want you to cum before I do, baby. Wanna make you cum.” His eyes are wide, pupils huge. His hair is pushed off his forehead, and his chest is moving quickly with his heavy breathing. He shoves his hand between your bodies, and his thumb finds your clit. The pressure and motion from his thumb is unforgiving, and you start to lose the rhythm on his cock. Jungkook takes over the motions, and he is fucking you slowly but hard from underneath. You can feel his cock against the sensitive walls of your pussy, and as he continues stroking your clit, you feel yourself clenching, stomach tightening.

You mean to give him a warning, but you close your eyes, clench around him, and your body fills with warmth. It seeps into your brain, and everything disappears for a moment. You feel like your belly and chest are full of warm liquid as your muscles contract. You moan his name loudly as you cum, and, as you’re coming back down, he whispers, “say my name again. I’m gonna cum.”

In a breathy voice, right next to his ear, you moan out, “Jungkook, you fuck me so good.”

Then he’s coming, hips thrashing hard underneath you, fingers white from pressing against your skin so hard. You lean against his chest as you feel shot after shot of his cum fill you, and his dick twitches inside of you.

Soon the motion of his hips stops, and the two of you lie there, his dick softening inside you, for a long time. You start to drift off against his shoulder, but he shakes you gently.

“Hey, I know you want to sleep, but we should probably clean up and unlock the door.”

You groan and lift yourself off of him, wincing at the feeling of his dick and some of his cum sliding out of you. Jungkook leans over to the bedside table, grabs his wand, and positions himself between your legs.

“You know you could just lick it off,” you suggest to him.

“As much as I would love to do that, it’s still not going to get it all.” He dips his head down and licks from your entrance to your clit and then shows you his tongue with the white substance on it. “See, this won’t do.”

He waves his wand over your pussy, and you think that you’ll never get used to the cooling, tingling sensation of the spell that Jungkook learned to clean up after sex. He’s learned it so well that he doesn’t even have to do the incantation anymore. You suspect that he perfected it alone long before the two of you started having sex two years ago.

Once he has cleaned you and himself, he leans down and picks up his shirt that you were wearing. He opens his chest of drawers and pulls out two pairs of underwear, one yours and one his. He throws your underwear over to you.

“I’m sorry...you’re keeping my underwear in here?”

“You’re the one who left it in here,” he scoffs. “Plus...I like to hold them when you aren’t around.”

You giggle, wildly amused at the idea of your boyfriend cuddling your underwear to go to sleep. “Wait...do you masturbate with them?” you ask with a serious expression. You can’t believe you’re getting turned on thinking about it.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. My roommates are probably waiting to get in.” He pulls the underwear up to his hips, walks to the door, and flips the latch that was keeping it closed. “You better put those on. They’re gonna be here soon.”

You reluctantly pull the underwear up, the shirt over your head and then snuggle under his covers. He crawls into bed next to you and pulls you against him. He presses a gentle kiss against your neck and your shoulder.

“Thank you for doing that, baby. I love you so much. You have been so special to me, even since we were 8 years old.”

“I love you too, Jungkook. You are special to me. No one will ever be special like you are.” You turn and kiss his mouth. He mutters, “Nox,” and the lights in the room go out. You drift off to sleep fairly quickly with Jungkook’s frame draped around yours.

***********

Jungkook is walking alone through the courtyard when thwack something cold and solid hits him the back of the head. He stands dumbfounded for a moment, unsure if he is having a stroke or what was happening. He brings his hand up to his neck and feels the cold, wet substance. He hears giggling behind him, so he turns to try to find the source of the laughter and, probably, the snowball. There, laughing to himself, stands Kim Taehyung, hand on his knee, eyes narrowed, mouth agape. No one else seems to have seen the exchange.

Jungkook has had enough. Taehyung has been bothering him for months: putting ice in his backpack, putting snowballs in his chair, making his hot soup cold. It really was a complete nuisance, not to mention confusing, and Jungkook was fed up.

He unsheathes his wand from his front pocket and turns quickly, robes billowing behind him. Feet slapping hard on the stone and earth, he marches over to Kim Taehyung, who is still giggling gleefully.

Jungkook grabs Taehyung by the shirt and shoves him back against the wall, placing his wand against his throat. Taehyung’s giggles die down a little bit, but the amusement remains in his eyes. He straightens himself out a bit and stares back into Jungkook’s eyes. Something about the joy in his eyes causes Jungkook to soften the slightest bit, and, when he realizes, he feels confused and annoyed by this.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?!” Jungkook roars. “What did I ever do to you?!”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Then why are you bothering me?” Jungkook almost pleads back.

Taehyung drops his eyes. “Maybe I want you to do something to me.”

He raises his eyebrows suggestively at Jungkook, whose mouth falls open. While Jungkook stands flabbergasted, Taehyung wiggles out of his slackened grip, reaches out and straightens the younger man’s robes, and leans into his ear.

“I am interested in you, baby,” he drags out the last word, his deep voice seductive and suggestive.

And he floats away, across the courtyard and into the Great Hall. Jungkook looks around, and it appears no one heard what Taehyung just said. For a moment, he has the overwhelming urge to do anything for Taehyung, anything at all to get his affection. To have his hands against his skin. To have his mouth on his own. He shakes his head when he realizes the thoughts he’s having.

Jungkook clears his throat and adjusts his pants that are now slightly tighter. He collects himself and walks across the courtyard with the same confidence he typically carries himself.

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

Many nights, because you’ve struggled with sleep as long as you can remember, you sneak around the castle. You had been doing it long enough that you knew which portraits to avoid and which ones wouldn’t rat you out. You’d actually made friends with some of the paintings on the third floor across from the Room of Requirement.

You often find yourself in the Room of Requirement, practicing spells, studying, or just spending time alone several days each week. There are some days where it won’t open, and, though you’ve tried to do research, you haven’t ever found an answer as to why you can’t get in sometimes.

One night, you are wandering listlessly through a corridor on the second floor, where you know the paintings won’t bother you. You are examining one of the paintings because where there is usually one man who sleeps at night, there are now four men have a lively debate about codpieces. You are smiling to yourself when you hit something solid. At first you think you’ve walked into a wall, even though you know your way around without looking, but then you hear a voice say, “are you never aware of your surroundings?”

“Taehyung?” You hold out your wand and utter, “Lumos.” The light spills across the face in front of you, as he pinches his eyes shut and brings his hand up to cover his face.

“Oh shit, do you have to do that?”

“Nox. Sorry. What are you doing here? Just sneaking around in the dark trying to scare people?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

It’s hard to see him now with the light out, little spots twinkling in your eyes from the sudden light of your wand.

“I asked you first.”

“If you must know, I don’t sleep well, so I wander around the castle at night. What are you doing?”

You furrow your brow, though you doubt he can see it in the dark. “The exact same thing actually…”

“Oh okay. Well, if it’s all the same to you, we could wander together?” Tae proposes.

You know he can’t see you, but you still want the effect. So you roll your eyes at him. “It’s not all the same to me. Goodnight Taehyung.” You stalk away from him, trying to put as much distance between him and yourself as possible.

A few nights later, you are on the seventh floor, leisurely strolling toward the Room of Requirement with your book bag slung over your shoulder. When you see the edge of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, you feel a lightness in your chest that is immediately overshadowed by dread. You see a tall figure on the other end of the hall, and you groan at the sight of him.

“Seriously, Taehyung, can I do anything without you showing up?” you sigh in exasperation.

“Or is it you who’s following me because you’re actually secretly in love with me!?” he gasps then giggles.

“Seriously, Taehyung, this is my time to do work, and I don’t want you here for it. Get lost.”

“First, you can just call me Tae. We’re friends. Second, I come here several times a week. What gives you the right to say it’s yours?” he now looks serious and concerned.

So that’s the reason I can’t get in sometimes you think to yourself.

“We’re not friends, and I’m not going anywhere.” You fold your arms.

“Me neither. So I guess we have to share the space.” He folds his arms too and cocks an eyebrow at you.

You sigh and then move toward the entrance. “Fine.”

The door appears, and you pull it open, not holding it open for him. In the Room, where there is usually one desk with a lamp and several bookshelves, there are now two desks next to each other. The walls are still lined with books, but the selection seems to be slightly different.

You each settle into your own desk and work on your own. You are surprised by how quiet and diligent Taehyung is when he’s working on his own. The two of you work for several hours in silence. You start to feel your eyes closing and your head nodding, so you decide it’s time to go climb into Jungkook’s bed if his roommates left the door open. You start to shuffle your papers on the desk. Taehyung startles at the sound and blinks several times in your direction.

“Are you leaving? I think I was sleeping with my eyes open”

“Yeah, I got enough work done, so I’m going to get some sleep. You should too or whatever.”

He nods and starts packing up his things. You don’t deliberately slow your movements, but you do slow down. You and Taehyung leave at the same time. After you walk out the door, you make eye contact without saying anything.

“Well...same time tomorrow?” Taehyung asks.

“We’ll see,” you utter, and the two of you take off toward your respective common rooms.

The next night and several after that, you meet Taehyung in the corridor, entering the Room of Requirement together. You work silently for a few hours, then you leave together, parting ways in the spot you met.

A few weeks into your arrangement, Taehyung is sitting at his desk muttering to himself. It is distracting you, so you look over at him and sigh. He is waving his wand and, when nothing happens, huffing to himself.

“Oh my god, Taehyung. What is the matter with you?” you finally blurt out.

“I’m sorry. I was probably being loud, huh? I just can’t nail any of these stupid defensive spells. Counterspells? Sure. I got that down. Defensive spells? I couldn’t do one to save my life...and some day I might need to do one TO SAVE MY LIFE.” He is half-yelling and breathing heavily, and his eyes look like he’s about to cry.

“Okay...well, could you like...meltdown more quietly? Or somewhere else?” You know you’re being cold, but you’ve made a point to keep distance between yourself and most other people.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

He loudly flips the pages in his book. He keeps sighing to himself and groaning. Even though he’s not talking, he’s being just as loud as he was before.

“All right, fine. If you shut up, I will help you with defensive spells. Just please stop sighing.” You stand up from your chair and walk towards him, wand in hand. “Get up.”

He stands and follows you into the center of the room. You hold out your arm and show him the bend in your elbow, the looseness of your wrist. You show him your stance.

“Okay now clear your head. All you want to think about is stopping any impending danger. Anything that can harm you will be stopped. Good. Okay, one deep breath in…”

You have yourself in position, and you cry, “Impedimenta!”

Light shoots from the tip of your wand and shifts into a hazy cloud in front of you. It slowly dissipates into the air. You love the way that the jinx looks on its own, but it’s even more exciting with something is coming at you.

You look at the man next to you, “all right, Taehyung, your turn.”

“First, I told you, just call me Tae. Second, I don’t think I can do that.”

You scoff at him and walk to the other side of the room. You pull about ten books off of the shelf. You turn on the spot and hurl one of the books right at Tae’s head. You laugh as he dodges and stares at you in disbelief.

“What the fuck, y/n?!”

“Now, you better figure out how to use it, or I’m going to hit you in your pretty little face with a book.”

He gets himself into position, and you whip a particularly thick book at him. He steps out of the way and repositions himself.

“In a life or death situation, you don’t have time like that Taehyung. Do it. You got this.”

You cock your arm to throw another book, and, as it slips from your fingers, you hear Tae exclaim “Impedimenta!”

Light shoots from his wand in an unsteady stream, and the fog is much thicker than yours. However, the book hits the fog, hangs in midair for a moment, and thuds on the floor.

When the fog clears, you see Tae beaming on the other side. He runs to you and throws his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around.

“All right, buddy. It’s just a jinx. That’s enough,” you grumble.

He apologizes and sets you back on the floor, clearing his throat and straightening himself out.

“I’ve been trying to get that for years, and I’ve just never been able to make it work before! I’m so happy that you’re here helping me! I’ll help you with anything you need help with too. It’s only fair.”

“Thanks, Taehyung. I do actually need help with counterspells but not tonight.”

You walk over to the desk and start to pack up your things. Taehyung follows your lead. When you walk out the door, you make the same eye contact that you make every night before you head your separate directions. This time, Tae, once again, flings his arms around you and mutters “Thanks” before he bounds off toward the Gryffindor tower.

Several weeks pass in which you have been tolerating Tae as your partner in DADA because he’s actually very skilled at counterspells. He has helped you perfect Finite after you had struggled with it for 3 years.

Professor Weasley seems to be thrilled by the progress that you’ve made. One day, he asks you to stay after class. Taehyung hesitates in the doorway, and you nod to him to let him know it’s okay to leave you here alone.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, y/n, but it’s absolutely working. You have never been more focused or accurate in the time I’ve known you. Your mental incantations are nearly flawless. Whatever...or whoever...is helping you is working.”

The way he paused on “whoever” leads you to believe he knows exactly why you’ve improved.

While Taehyung has helped you with counterspells, you have helped him with other defensive spells. The two of you have practiced together in the empty room after class is over and at night in the Room of Requirement, and you feel like you have grown as a witch because of it. That does not mean you like him though. You tolerate him. You tell yourself that over and over. You don’t like him.

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Tae climbs the spiral staircase to the astronomy tower, taking the steps two at a time. He has kind of started to dread Astronomy because it means that he doesn’t get to spend the time with you. He’s been smitten with you since Fourth Year, and he thought that you had to know it by now. He knows that you’re dating Jungkook, but he’d been pining after Jungkook since they were eleven anyway.

As he ascends into the astronomy tower, he sees that a few students who are usually there early are not there tonight. He breathes a sigh of relief. Being in Astronomy with Slytherin has proven to be challenging for the outspoken Gryffindor. He luckily has assigned himself the telescope next to Jungkook, and they have been talking more and more since the incident in the courtyard.

Taehyung had never really completely trusted men, but something about the way Jungkook talked to him made he feel like he wasn’t just looking for one thing. When Jungkook enters the room, Tae feels butterflies in his stomach. He wants to grab him and kiss him, but he knows that would destroy all the groundwork that he’s been laying for months. Instead, he just smiles and waves Jungkook over. Jungkook smiles back and makes his way to the corner where their telescopes stand.

“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all week,” Taehyung laughs out then winks at Jungkook.

Jungkook shifts awkwardly, says, “yeah,” and forces a laugh.

Professor Sinistra enters the room and the side conversations die down. She explains that tonight, students are going to be identifying celestial bodies and mapping them. Taehyung feels elated when he hears her say that all students will be working with a partner. He knows there’s a 50% chance that Jungkook will turn him down, but they actually work pretty well together.

Jungkook turns to Taehyung and says, “hey, you’re pretty good at this stuff. Be my partner.”

He isn’t asking, and Taehyung simply nods in response. They scoot their chairs closer together and unroll the parchment on which they need to be charting constellations.

About an hour later, the two are laughing, drawing on their parchment, and taking turns looking into the telescope. Taehyung turns to Jungkook, and the two of them make eye contact. They both hold perfectly still just in that moment, and Taehyung can feel his heart pounding against his sternum. He can’t stop his eyes from darting to Jungkook’s mouth then back to his eyes. His eyes are wide when Tae meets them again, but he doesn’t look away. Taehyung wants nothing more than to press his mouth to Jungkook’s, to express all the things he’d been feeling for years. Taehyung sees Jungkook look at his lips for a moment, and then, face flushed, turns his attention back to the paper, clearing his throat.

The silence is broken when Jungkook pipes up. “Can I ask you something?”

Tae nods and waits for the question. “Why are you always messing with me? You said it’s because you’re interested in me, but, if that was the case, you could just talk to me.”

Tae sighs and brings his fingers to the bridge of his nose, squeezing gently. “It’s kind of hard to explain. Do you remember in 2nd year, you got a valentine from your secret admirer?”

“Yeah...I thought it was the other Slytherins making fun of me because I would scream and run away from girls. How do you know that?”

“It wasn’t the other Slytherins,” he exhales heavily. “It was me.”

He sees the realization dawn on Jungkook who opens his mouth as if to say something but then shuts it again.

“I gave you that valentine, and you rejected me. I was so hurt that I wanted to get revenge on you. So I started doing what I knew how to do.”

“Are you still mad at me for that? We were kids, and I didn’t know it was from you anyway.” Jungkook is exasperated. His face is flushed, and his chest is heaving. It’s clear to Tae that isn’t processing all this new information well.

“No, I’m not still mad. I stopped being mad pretty quickly. To be honest...it was the only time you talked to me, so I kept doing it. Plus, you’re really cute when you’re upset.” Tae blushes and rubs his hand on the back of his neck. Part of him is so bold and has no problem telling Jungkook how he feels, and part of him is so embarrassed that he wants to fling himself off of the astronomy tower.

They sit in silence for a second, both men with a deep flush in their cheeks. Jungkook picks up his quill and continues to write on the parchment. He stops suddenly and turns to Tae.

“Why the ice?”

Tae can’t help but laugh. No one has ever actually asked him about why he is so skilled with magic to create snow, ice, and all things cold. He is overwhelmed by the warmth that starts to fill his chest from Jungkook being the one to ask him.

“Well, you see, my family is originally from the mountains of Bulgaria. We moved when I was pretty young, and the climate was so different. We all didn’t know how to cope without the constant snow and cold, so one day, I decided to learn. I was able to make snow for my family. Single snowflakes at first then, slowly, more and more. Sometimes it would be a full blizzard in our yard, and the next yard over would be completely bare. It’s always something that meant a lot to me and my family. My parents loved it before they…” he trails off.

Tae turns his face away from Jungkook and stares out one of the many windows. He feels a warm hand on his arm, and it pulls him back to face Jungkook.

“It’s okay to be honest with me. To feel things with me. Emotions aren’t right or wrong; they just are.” Jungkook has a wisdom and sincerity in his eyes and in his voice that makes Tae’s chest clench. He feels like he’s going to cry.

“My parents died in the war. They were Aurors. They were in the battle here.” He takes a deep shaky breath. “Sometimes I go visit the place where they died, but, mostly, I avoid it.”

“I’m so sorry that you have to experience that,” Jungkook breathes out. He still has his hand on Tae’s arm, and he begins rubbing little circles on the skin with his thumb.

“Honestly, it’s okay. I don’t get too emotional about it anymore. I know they were doing what they loved and protecting me. They wanted me to have a better life.” Tae runs his hand through his hair. “Plus, they’re the reason I want to be an Auror. Keep the legacy alive.”

Taehyung gives Jungkook a faint smile, and, once again, the two men sit in silence, this time with Jungkook’s digits tracing patterns on Tae’s skin. They stay like that for what seems like an hour until Professor Sinistra announces that class is over. Jungkook drops his hand from Tae’s arm and packs up his things.

They descend the spiral staircase together, and, when they reach the corridor, they wave goodbye.

“Hey Taehyung,” Jungkook calls out.

“Just call me Tae. What’s up?”

“If you need to talk or anything…” he trails off for a second, bringing his hand through his hair, “I’m here for you.” They both nod and head toward their respective common rooms.

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Christmas hadn’t been your favorite holiday since before your parents died, and you could hardly remember the Christmases that you had spent together any more. Since your third year, you had been staying at the castle over the winter holiday. You used the time to explore the castle even further, read, and enjoy the common room alone. Plus, the house elves made the best food during the holidays, which was better than the frozen meals your grandma made for Christmas.

You wrote her a letter telling her that you missed her and loved her and wished her a Happy Christmas. Overall, you didn’t feel too bad because she had her sisters with whom she could spend the holiday.

The day that everyone is leaving for the holiday, Jungkook asks you again if you’re sure that you don’t want to go to his parents’ with him. You assure him that you are used to your Christmas tradition at the castle, and you would rather take the time to be alone. He kisses you deeply before he leaves to catch the train.

You enter the Great Hall to get lunch after you say goodbye to Jungkook, and there is only one table in the Great Hall. There are about 15 students at the table, so you find a seat away from everyone near the Professors’ table. You grab a sandwich off the table and begin to munch away, pondering to yourself what books you are going to read over the holiday.

You hear a familiar laugh across the hall, and you are jerked from your thoughts. Glancing down the table, trying not to noticeably look, you see Kim Taehyung spiritedly chatting with a 5th year Ravenclaw. You didn’t know that he would be staying at the castle over the winter holiday, and you don’t remember ever having seen him here during the break before. The way that your heart flutters and your stomach flips at the sight of him does not go unnoticed, but you force yourself to ignore it. You shake your head and guide your mind to thoughts of what Christmas must be like at Jungkook’s house.

His parents always loved the holiday season. They would decorate the house with white icicle lights, and they would fill the house with small decorations and enchanted candles floating in midair. You remember seeing it from across the street when you were younger and being filled with wonder. Your grandmother had a small artificial tree that sat atop a side table next to the sofa, but she was not full of cheer and Christmas spirit like Jungkook’s parents. You had seen their Christmas tree once as a child, when your grandmother took you to their Christmas party. You remember seeing the fake snow and beautiful ornaments adorning the tree. You had delicately taken one between your fingers to look at it. Jungkook snuck up behind you and shouted, causing you to wince and drop the ornament.

He had apologized profusely to you when you started to cry. You ran away from him and hid behind your grandmother. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she finally agreed to leave after you begged her for ten minutes. That was the last time that you saw the Jeon’s Christmas tree in person, but they took a photo each year. You loved looking at the pictures of Jungkook growing taller and fuller each year, grinning widely, with his parents and his brother beside him. It made him seem so domestic, which was not something that you felt from him often. You couldn’t help but picture what it would be like there with them on Christmas.

But you were too attached to your tradition of spending the holiday at Hogwarts to let anything pull you away. You finish your sandwich and wipe your hands on your pants. You decide to start your holiday alone in the Slytherin common room and head that direction.

“Hey! Y/n!” you hear as you are reaching the grand double doors of the Great Hall. You turn to see Taehyung bounding toward you.

“Hi! I didn’t know that you stayed here for the holidays!” he exclaims with the enthusiasm he usually has at the beginning of every conversation.

“Yeah, I have stayed since 3rd year. What about you? You’re not usually here for the holidays, right?”

“No, I’m not. This year, my grandma went back to Bulgaria, and I decided I didn’t want to go because...well because I didn’t want to go.” He is holding something back from you, but you let it go because you are not in the mood to invite conversation.

“Well, I better get going. I’ll see you around, Taehyung.” you turn on your heel and set a path for the Slytherin common room.

“I told you to just call me Tae!” he shouts after you, voice echoing off the stone walls.

You spend the afternoon lounging around the Slytherin common room, enjoying the plush couch with your feet up over one of the arms. You sit in front of the fire and read while curled up in a large arm chair. You never feel at home in the common room when it is full of your housemates, but when you get to enjoy its coziness alone, you are always reminded of the homey feel that it does have.

You only leave the common room to go have dinner, and then you return to the common room. You spread out all of your homework across the floor and take your time deciding in what order you are going to complete it. After a few hours of scribbling on parchment, reading textbooks, and reciting incantations, your eyelids start to feel heavy. You slip into your room, comfortable to be alone there. For the first time in a while, you fall asleep easily.

The next day you decide to head to the library to work at your table near the Restricted Section. Your feet guide you to the table amongst the stacks while your mind wanders to thoughts of Jungkook and the future. When you drag yourself out of your thoughts, you notice a figure sitting at your table. Of course he’s there.

“Why, y/n, it’s lovely to see you this morning,” Taehyung chimes, standing to pull out a chair for you.

“Taehyung, seriously, what are you doing here?”

“In the library? With all of my textbooks open? And my homework parchments unrolled? I’m not sure what I could possibly be doing, y/n.”

“I mean, why are you at my table?”

“Is this your table? Huh. I hadn’t noticed. It’s just a table a like.” He smirks, and you know that he knows exactly what he’s doing. “I guess you’ll have to sit and work with me this morning.”

You roll your eyes and drop your book bag on the table. The chair that Taehyung pulled out for you sits, waiting for you, so you plop down in it with a sigh. You pull out your books and begin to work. Taehyung proves to be a good person to be around while studying in the library as well. He is focused on his work, and it forces you to be focused too, though you steal glances at him every few minutes. He looks good like this, hair curly and hanging in his eyes, expression focused and intent. Your mind wonders if this is what he would look like on top of you, inside you.

Your breath catches in your throat at the thought, and you shake your head. When Taehyung looks up at you, you choke on the air you’re trying to inhale and start coughing uncontrollably. Taehyung bolts around the table to your side to try to help, but you push him away. You finally stop coughing, but your eyes continue to water.

“Y/n, are you okay? What just happened?” Taehyung is concerned and his brow is furrowed.

You hastily collect your parchments and books from the table, stuffing them into your book bag.

“Nothing. I have to go.” You dart out of the library and away from the sinful thoughts that your mind had about Taehyung.

What the fuck was THAT!? I have Jungkook. I can’t be thinking about other men like that. And Taehyung of all people?

You descend into the Slytherin dungeon and spend the rest of your day hiding in your dormitory.

You feel Taehyung’s fingers against your skin, and an icy chill runs down your spine. He caresses your arms, your collarbone, your neck. He wraps his fingers in your hair and leans into you. “Just give in,” he whispers, and goosebumps rise all over your skin. He takes the tender skin of your neck into his mouth, sucking and biting at the skin. You can feel the skin of his chest on your bare tits, and you arch your back up into him. “You want to fuck me, so just fuck me.”

You shoot straight up in bed, breath heaving in your chest. You have a thin layer of sweat coating your skin, and you can feel the sticky wetness that has settled into your underwear. You chant, “it was just a dream” over and over to yourself while trying to steady your breath. You are overwhelmed by the images burned in your brain, playing on repeat.

You decide that there is no use in just sitting in bed dwelling on the dream, so you get up, dress, and traipse out of the common room. The Room of Requirement seems like the best option for where to sneak off to in the middle of the night. You figure Taehyung can’t possibly be there because he had been working so long in the library earlier today.

When the entrance appears, you tentatively enter the room. You find that it looks much the same as it usually does, except there is an overstuffed sofa sitting in front of a low-burning fireplace in the corner. You think that it must be there because you need a place to be comfortable, and it was just taking care of your needs

However, as you get closer to the couch, you see the ends of two feet hanging off the side. You roll your eyes and decide to try to leave before he notices you. You make it to the door, but when you pull it open, the hinge creaks a loud, low groan.

Taehyung shoots up off the couch and and calls out, “Y/n!?” before he even sees you. His voice sounds a little panicked, but you figure it might be because he has just woken up.

“Oh, hey, Taehyung. I didn’t realize you were here. I’ll just leave you be…”

“No!” He looks slightly embarrassed by his sudden outburst of protest. “I mean...I would like it if you stayed.”

You sigh and realize that you’re having a hard time saying no to his puppy dog eyes. You sigh once more and make your way over to the couch. “Fine.”

He sits up and scoots over to one side, leaving room for you to sit. You ensure that you are as far from him as possible. The two of your sit in silence staring at the fire for a while before Taehyung’s voice cuts through the room.

“What are you thinking about so hard?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid.” You shake your head and your hand trying to indicate to Taehyung that it isn’t a big deal.

“No, it isn’t stupid. The way that you feel isn’t stupid. What is it, y/n?”

You feel the weight of what you’ve been thinking in your chest. It can’t hurt to talk it out with Taehyung, especially if you are vague.

“Okay. I-I had a dream about someone other than Jungkook. Like an...intimate dream.” You cast your eyes away from the man next to you because you feel like if he looks into your eyes, he’ll see that it was him.

“So?”

“So I shouldn’t be thinking like that about someone that isn’t my boyfriend. I know it’s just a dream, but I think about this person sometimes when I’m awake. Sometimes when I’m with him I just want to kiss him until my lips hurt, and I don’t know what to do with that because I love Jungkook so much, and I don’t ever want to hurt him.” You’re breathing heavy, and you feel the hot tears starting to well in your eyes. You are so angry with yourself for having these feelings toward Taehyung that you just want to cry until you can’t see.

“Well, if you’re feeling this way, have you thought about talking to Jungkook?”

“And saying what? I don’t want to break up with him. I want to be with him for the rest of my life.” The hot tears are spilling down your cheeks now, and Taehyung scoots a little closer to you on the couch. He rests his hand on your leg, and his palm feels like it’s burning your skin through your pants.

“I’m not saying you have to break up. Is it not possible to love more than one soul?” His tone is so earnest and genuine that you start crying harder. You slide closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

You don’t have anything else that you can say to him, and you let the words that he just said ruminate in your mind. Is it possible?

Once you’ve calmed yourself down, you pull away from Taehyung a little bit. You lean back and look at him, and he peers at you through his lashes.

“Why are you here tonight? Couldn’t sleep?” you ask.

“Yeah. I’m just having a hard time this holiday, and sometimes I forget that men can make things complicated for me.”

You raise your eyebrows. You aren’t sure what he means, but you know that something has happened to him.

“I just don’t ever feel like I can trust them, you know? My mother was half veela, and so often times men just want things from me because of that. I can’t help that there is a mystical power to the way that I look, but I just wish sometimes that people wanted to know me for who I am.”

You had no idea that Tae was part veela, but you can see it now in his features. He is gorgeous, and you have noticed men falling over themselves to talk to him before. Besides his looks though, Taehyung has so many brilliant qualities, and you are sad that more people are not willing to get to know him more to see them.

“I want to know you for you, Tae.” Now you rest your hand on his leg. You are very aware of the several points of contact between the two of you. His hand on your leg, your hand on his leg, your thighs touching on the couch, shoulders pressed together.

He turns his head slightly toward you, and you realize that the two of you are just inches from each other’s faces. “Yeah?” he breathes.

You notice his eyes dart to your mouth and then back to your eyes. You can’t help but follow his lead. His lips are plump and pink and inviting, and you want to let your mouth rest on the pillows of his lips. Before you can think about it, he is leaning toward you. He presses his forehead and against yours, and his hot breath makes your lips tingle.

A log in the fireplace crackles loudly, sending sparks into the air of the fireplace. You are dragged out of your trance, and you realize what you are about to do. “We shouldn’t do this,” you whisper. You stand up from your place on the couch and stare at Tae for a moment.

“I’m sorry. I have to go,” you apologize and slink out of the room without another word from Tae.

You avoid leaving the Slytherin common room except for meals over the next few days. Christmas dinner is delightful as always. You walk into the great hall and see the large table in the middle filled with dishes and platters and lots and lots of food. You are thrilled by the feast before you. The one large table stretches across the Great Hall covered in treacle tarts, roast turkeys, mountains of roasted potatoes, tureens of buttered peas, and silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce. Your stomach growls, telling you that you have plenty of room for all of the delicacies in front of you.

Tae sits further down the table and keeps glancing your direction. You try to ignore him while you stuff yourself full of food. You aren’t sure what to say to him, so you decide that after the feast you’ll just make your way make the Slytherin common room. Before you can make it out of the Great Hall, Tae steps in your way.

“y/n, I really think we should talk about this,” he says, sounding vulnerable and desperate.

“I really think we shouldn’t, Tae. Nothing happened.” You turn to walk away but are met with resistance. Tae’s fingers are wrapped around your arm, and his eyes are wild.

“Please y/n. I can’t lose you.” Tears begin to pool in the corners of his eyes, and the delicate honey skin on his face is turning pink.

“You aren’t going to lose me, Tae. I just need time, okay?” He finally nods and lets go of your arm. You can’t bear to look back at him, so you scurry off toward the dungeons.

You avoid Tae for the rest of the holiday, and, when Jungkook returns, you throw your arms around his neck, jump into his arms, and kiss him deeply. He wraps his arms around you, grabbing firmly onto your ass, and presses you against him.

“I missed you so much,” you utter into his hair.

“I can tell,” he laughs. “I missed you too. Anything exciting happen while I was gone?”

“Nothing special,” you lie. “Just wishing I had more time to spend with you.”

Jungkook regales you about his holiday, and the two of you cuddle up together in his bed that night. You are so grateful to have him back with you, but you feel a peculiar tugging in your heart.

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Fortunately, you still had 7th Year Potions with Jungkook, so you got to see him then. Your schedules were quite different this year, and you were finding less and less time to spend together. You were taking Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Herbology, Charms, Transfiguration, and History of Magic. You had loaded your schedule, and, while at times you regretted it, you knew what you needed to do it to become an Auror. Jungkook, however, had already been scouted by several professional Quidditch teams for his skills as both a Seeker and a Chaser. In the last two years, he had decided he wanted to be in the midst of the action instead of just looking for the snitch, so he had made the switch to Chaser. You had to admit he was amazing. Since he didn’t really need his NEWT level classes, he decided to have a fairly easy year. He is taking Astronomy, Potions, Muggle Studies, Care of Magical Creatures, and Apparition (the only thing at which Jungkook had ever failed, so he had to retake it).

You are grateful for the time with Jungkook and, honestly, the time without Taehyung. He was in all your other NEWT level courses because there were so few seventh years in all of them. Not only that, but you were tutoring each other after classes and spending nights together in the Room of Requirement. Luckily, Potions was popular among members of your house and needed for most wizarding careers, so you got to take Potions with Sytherin and Ravenclaw.

In class today, Professor Slughorn is having you brew Amortentia. He says that even though he had you try it in 6th year to see who could get the closest, now he expects you to be able to brew it flawlessly. You are partnered with Jungkook, and the two of you have always worked well together.

You open your book to the ingredients list: Ashwinder eggs, rose thorns, peppermint, powdered moonstone, pearl dust, and a pinch of rose petals. Easy enough ingredients, but the directions are complicated and precise. You find yourself wondering how one does three-quarters of a stir. But you embark on the journey to make a love potion with Jungkook at your side.

The two of you work diligently, taking turns delegating, gathering ingredients, and stirring. Slughorn checks in over your shoulder and makes some vaguely positive sounds in his throat before moving on.

You feel your shoulders drawing up and your jaw clenching, with a thin layer of sweat on your face. Jungkook grabs your shoulders and stares into your eyes. He takes a deep breath, expression encouraging you to do the same. You inhale deeply and let yours go at the same time as him. He runs his hand up and down your arm twice, and then he turns back to the cauldron.

Jungkook has loved making potions since he was a little boy, long before Hogwarts. You had lived across the street from him growing up, and you often went to his house where his parents were making potions or participating in other magical practices. This was where you learned everything you knew about magic before you came to Hogwarts. It was more of a home than your grandma’s home in which you grew up. She was a muggle and did not understand the appeal of magic. She had four sisters who were also single, old women, and they all got together and gossiped most days. You usually just felt ignored and unwanted, but she had taken care of you, clothed, and given a home after your parents died.

You drag your attention back to the cauldron in front of you, realizing you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve stirred. You glance at Jungkook, and he holds up 7 fingers. You finish your last motions with the large spoon then pull it out of the mixture.

“You’re better with the incantations. You should do it,” Jungkook decides.

You wave your wand over the cauldron and mutter the latin phrases spelled out in the textbook. The cauldron bubbles profusely then immediately quiets, surface completely still. It has a pink hue with a pearlescent sheen. The smell wafts out of the cauldron, dancing in your nose. You smell fresh quills, Jungkook, and...you sniff again more deeply. That can’t be right. You must have done it wrong.

“Jungkook-ah, what do you smell?”

He leans closer to the cauldron. He a smile cuts across his face as he takes in the aroma. “I smell a Quidditch pitch early in the morning, fresh baked bread, and you.”

When he says “you,” he turns and looks at you, hoping you’ll be as pleased as he is.

“I smell you too, Jungkookie,” you say and leave it at that.

He grabs your hand and gives you a huge smile, showing all of his teeth. You feign a smile, wracking your brain for any other explanation for the third smell, clear as if he were hugging you in his big arms: Kim Taehyung.

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It is a Saturday morning in early February, and the sun is already beating down on the grass. You make your way into the Slytherin section of the bleachers, ready to watch the biggest match of the year. Slytherin and Gryffindor had been rivals for as long as anyone can remember. Now that Slytherin had Jungkook, the rivalry became even more fierce. Everyone wanted the chance to destroy Jeon Jungkook, the Seeker-turned-Chaser who was already scouted by national teams. No one had between Slytherin yet this year, but you know that if they did, he would never hear the end of it.

The stands are filled with students from all four houses, and everyone piles into their seats shoulder-to-shoulder. You have a space between you and the person next to you because every still avoids the Slytherin Ice Queen who is also the Slytherin Outcast. You shrug and turn your attention back to the pitch.

The players have mounted their brooms, standing on the ground. Madam Hooch walks onto the field, talks with the players and releases the Bludgers and the Snitch. She takes the Quaffle and throws it in the air, and the game begins.

Jungkook is effortless on his broom, throwing and catching the Quaffle. He takes the first shot within two minutes of the game starting and the crowd goes wild when he scores. He scores four more goals before everyone sees the Seekers see the Snitch.

You look across the stands and see Tae staring directly at you. He motions toward the narrow hallways that connect the stands together. He points to you and himself and motions again. You roll your eyes, but you get up from your seat and make your way down. You watch Jungkook score one more goal and cheer his name loudly before you descend into the area in which you cannot see the match.

You walk toward the Gryffindor section, passing a couple of Hufflepuffs on the way. They give you a dirty look as you pass by them. Finally, you see Tae walking toward you, huge, boxy grin on his face.

“I love watching you watching him,” Tae exclaims. “I can see how special he is to you.”

“He is really special. He’s also super hot.” You shrug.

“Oh trust me, I have eyes.” Tae giggles and moves closer to you. You back away slightly. When he takes two more steps toward you, and you back away again, your back hits the wood behind you.

Tae puts his arm up on the wall next to you and leans closer to your face. His eyes are fixed on your mouth, and you feel yourself swallow. He giggles again.

“Do you think I’m special too?” Tae asks you, and you can feel his breath on your face.

“Yeah, sure, Tae. You’re special in your own way,” you breathe, trying to break the tension.

“I want to be special for you. I want to be special for both of you.” He leans down and presses his lips against yours gently. You freeze because you are not sure what just came over Taehyung. You don’t stop him, but you don’t kiss him back at first. He then snakes his hand around your waist and pulls you closer to him. He tilts his head and deepens the kiss. You can’t help the moan that creeps out of your throat as your body presses against his. You can’t think, so you just kiss him back, mouth working against his. You can hear the cheering in the stands, and an announcement of “Slytherin catches the Snitch!” drags you back out of the moment with Tae.

You pull away from him and gently push his chest away from you. He lets you go, immediately dropping his hands to his sides. You run off down the corridor, hand pressing gently against your lip, trying to figure out what the fuck actually just happened. Your heart is fluttering, and your stomach is doing back flips. It is unlike anything you’ve ever felt for Jungkook. Not better, just different.

You run back toward your place in the stands, but it’s too late. They have already announced that Slytherin has won, and most of the fans are trying to leave. You figure that you will catch Jungkook in the common room after he makes his way back. You decide that you are going to tell him right away what happened with Tae, but you haven’t decided yet if you’re going to tell him what it means to you.

Sound erupts from the Slytherin common room as soon as you say the password and the door swings open. Slytherins from each year are celebrating cheerfully. There is butterbeer and firewhiskey that they definitely aren’t allowed to have flowing, and the Quidditch team is in the middle of the room receiving high fives and pats on the back from your housemates. Jungkook is at the center of it all, and he is surrounded by first, second, and third year girls. He is smiling politely at them and making his way toward the edge of the room. His eyes catch yours, and he shoots you a huge smile, eyes scrunching at the sides.

You wave to him and try to fight your way through the crowd to him. You hear him say, “excuse me, ladies” to the crowd of girls around him, and he pushes his way toward you. When you finally meet, he snakes his arms around your waist and lifts you off the floor. He spins you around then kisses your mouth before he puts you back on the floor.

“Great job out there today, baby. I’m so proud of you,” you say into his ear. You trace your fingers down his arm and grab his hand. You squeeze it then say, “Can I talk to you about something later?”

His expression changes. His smile drops, and his eyes fill with concern. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. I just want to have a conversation with you about something I’ve been thinking about.”

“Now, I’m worried. Let’s just talk now.” He turns you around and guides you by the small of your back up the stairs to the boys dormitory. He brings you into his room and locks the door. “What’s going on?”

You take a deep breath and try to organize your thoughts as well as you can. You look into Jungkook’s eyes to try to steady yourself, but the desperateness in them makes your heart ache.

“You know I was doing some reading,” you pause for a moment, trying to stop your voice from shaking, “there are some relationships, especially wizards, where - uh - well instead of just two partners they might have three or even more. What - uh - what do you think about that?” you stutter a little over your words, but you get them out.

“I don’t have a problem with that. What does this have to do with us?”

“Well, you know, I’ve just been thinking that maybe there is someone that could potentially make both of us happy.” You peer up at his face from the floor, and there is pain in his eyes.

“Are you saying you aren’t happy with me? Y/n, I love you, but if you’re unhappy...I can let you go.” He’s crying now. Big, globular tears roll down his face, and he brings his hand to his chest.

You bring your hand to his cheek and run it through his hair. “No, no. That’s not what I’m saying at all. You make me so happy, but I’ve noticed both of us growing closer to another person who seems to give us each something that the other doesn’t, you know? And if you don’t want to bring him into this, I’ll shut down this idea right now. I would rather be honest with you right now than hold it in and things continue to be weird.”

He lifts his eyes from the floor and meekly asks, “Is the specialness gone?”

“No! Baby, of course not! Everything with you is still special. It is so special to me. I just think that Tae could be special too in a different way.”

His eyes glisten, maybe just from the tears, at the mention of Taehyung. “I just need time to think about this, okay?”

“Of course, baby, take the time that you need. Like I said, if you don’t want it, we don’t do it.” You bring your hand through his hair again and stand on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead. He unlocks the door, and you leave to your room. You feel a sinking in your chest. You don’t want Tae if it means that you can’t have Jungkook.

A few hours later, the party has died down in the common room, and you hear people dispersing to their beds or to the Great Hall for dinner. Then you hear your name. Someone is shouting your name. You fling the covers off of you and clamber down the hall to find Jungkook standing at the top of the steps to the girls’ dormitory shouting your name.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong!?” you blurt out.

“I can’t come in the girls’ dorm, and I’m ready to talk.” He smiles weakly at you, and you run up the stairs. You wrap your arms around him and pull him against you. He leans into your embrace and rests his cheek on top of your head. He holds you there for a few minutes then pulls away.

“If you want to try this with Taehyung, then I am willing to give it a shot,” he whispers, kissing your hair. “I think he could make both of us even happier.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you do anything that you don’t want to do.”

He nods. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything except maybe that I’m madly in love with you.”

“Baby, I love you so much! Should we go talk to him?”

He nods again, and the two of you go, hand-in-hand, towards the Great Hall, hoping Tae will be at dinner.

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

After you and Jungkook talked to Tae, things moved pretty quickly. The three of you start hanging out in the courtyard together, holding hands, stealing kisses in the sunshine. With Taehyung, it just feels easy. He fits in with the two of you, and, though there are some growing pains, the adjustment has been fairly easy.

You continue to work in the Room of Requirement late at night with Taehyung, and he and Jungkook have started eating most of their meals together. You all spend time in the library, silently working on homework. You feel so comfortable and happy with the two of them that sometimes you forget that it wasn’t always this way.

***********

One night, you and Jungkook go together to meet Taehyung in the Room of Requirement. When the door opens, the room looks different than usual. The low-burning fireplace is in the corner again, light reflected in a full length mirror in the corner across from it, and there are hundreds of enchanted candles lining the walls. In the center of the room is a large bed, and the two of you look at each other, slightly confused.

The loud creak of the door causes the two of you to turn to see Taehyung standing in the doorway, mouth open. “Holy shit, did you do this for me?”

“No! It was just like this when we got here!” Jungkook sounds a little defensive. You realize that you two have only ever had sex with each other, and he might be nervous about the implication of the atmosphere of the room. You squeeze his hand.

“So, you don’t want let me love you?”

Jungkook clears his throat and stares wide-eyed at Taehyung who beckons him over with his finger. Jungkook obeys and walks to the other man, leaving you standing, dumbfounded and turned on already. Taehyung kisses Jungkook passionately, grabbing him by the back of the neck. Jungkook’s body seems to respond to Tae’s forcefulness, and he kisses Tae back with bruising force. Their hands are all over each other, and they press into each other like they are needy for the other’s touch. Taehyung peels Jungkook’s shirt over his head and settles himself behind Jungkook, kissing the skin of his shoulder and collarbone.

Jungkook leans his head back, resting it on Tae’s shoulder, exposing his neck to the man behind him. Tae runs his hand up Jungkook’s chest, making sure to caress his nipples as he takes a painfully slow route up his torso. He drapes fingers around Jungkook’s throat and gives one gentle squeeze.

With his other hand, he grabs Jungkook’s belt loop and pulls him closer, so his ass is pressed up against Tae’s groin. Tae slides his hand up to Jungkook’s hip and pushes him against him, grinding his hard cock into his backside. He lets out a long groan against Jungkook’s neck, nipping the skin between his teeth, then running his tongue along the red mark he just left.

His eyes drift up from Jungkook’s neck and meet yours. They are full of hunger, and he licks his lips without breaking eye contact.

“Come over here,” he growls.

You walk over, unsure what he’s going to want you to do. You find yourself standing in front of JK, unable to focus on anything except the wetness between your thighs and how good Taehyung’s long fingers look resting on the skin of Jungkook’s throat. Taehyung leans in and bites Jungkook’s skin again, right at the crook of his neck and shoulder, causing him to whimper and press his body back into Tae’s. Jungkook looks so pliant, and you want to watch him submit to Tae. You want to watch him do everything you say. Unable to control yourself any longer, you press your mouth against the other side of his neck, biting and sucking the skin, leaving your marks to mirror the one’s Taehyung is leaving on the other side.

Tae pulls away from Jungkook, watching you marking the other man.

“Get on your knees, y/n,” Tae says in his deep, sultry voice, causing your pussy to clench, “show our Jungkookie how much you love him.”

You nod and sink to the floor in front of Jungkook. You look up at him through your lashes, and he looks like lust. His eyes are blown wide, and his hair is mussed up from Taehyung. His neck is covered in so many blossoms from you and Taehyung, it’s practically an entire bouquet. You reach up and undo his belt and his pants. His hips involuntarily jerk toward you as you pull his pants down.

“Shhh,” Taehyung scolds against his neck, tightening his grip again, “Let her take care of you.” He pulls Jungkook closer to him and grinds against his ass once more.

You reach your hand into his underwear and free Jungkook’s cock from the cotton confines. The skin is so smooth in your hand, and you slowly stroke his length, letting your fingers remember every inch of him. You position him directly in front of your mouth, stick your tongue out without touching him, and look up into his eyes again.

“Please,” he whines in a barely audible whisper.

You shift your eyes to Taehyung, who is rolling Jungkook’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He gives you a devilish smirk, and you know that he isn’t even remotely close to done with you.

You lick a stripe up the underside of Jungkook’s cock, and a deep throaty groan escapes him, filling the room. You roll your tongue around his head and along the slit, over and over, making more moans and whimpers escape him. Finally, you take him into your mouth, barely parting your lips and only allowing the tip in. You suck just on his head, and, once again, he whimpers and pants out “please.” It’s only then that you slide all the way down his cock, allowing him to hit the back of your throat.

While you work his dick, Taehyung continues leaving marks along Jungkook’s neck and shoulders. He leans in to his ear and whispers, loud enough for both of you to hear, “Isn’t it delicious to be loved?”

A bolt of heat shoots through you, and you moan around Jungkook’s dick. Jungkook’s hips jerk again, causing you to gag around him. He moans again, and his breathing is getting frantic and erratic. You can feel the signs of him getting close, so you let his dick fall from your mouth, and he whines at the loss of contact.

“You can’t cum yet, Jungkookie. You need to show us that you’re a good boy,” you admonish him and stand to catch his lips with yours.

“Are you a good boy or are you just a little slut because you want to cum?” Tae asks, and you feel another rush of heat to your core. Jungkook shakes his head no, and you rub your thighs together to try to get some relief.

“Stop that, y/n.” You stop. “I think that Jungkook needs to show us he can follow orders. JK, lie down on the bed.”

He steps out of his pants and underwear that are around his ankles and goes to the bed. He lies on his back, hard cock resting on his belly. You stare at how beautiful he is, naked and submissive, hands trembling trying not to reach up and stroke himself.

“Baby, why don’t you show me you’re a good boy and lick my pussy?” You command as you saunter over to him. He nods in reply.

Taehyung moves in closer and runs his hand through Jungkook’s hair. “If at any point it’s too much, you just need to say ‘hinkypunk,’ okay?” Jungkook nods again. “Baby, you’re going to have to use words with us. Try again.”

“Yes. I will say it if it’s too much,” Jungkook pants. “Please let me eat your pussy.”

Immediately, you push your skirt and underwear down your thighs and step out of them. You climb onto the bed and straddle his face, slowly lowering yourself over his mouth. He brings hands up to grip your hips, and as soon as you are close enough, he licks from your entrance to your clit, flicking his tongue several times over the sensitive bud. You moan and toss your head back. He keeps licking steady circles on your clit, coaxing shudders and moans from you. He drops his arm from your thighs and brings his fingers to your core. He slips one finger inside you with ease because you are so wet. Your hips start to rock against Jungkook’s face as he continues pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them up slightly.

Facing out from the headboard, you see Taehyung palming his erection through his pants. He sinks between Jungkook’s legs and takes the head of his cock in his mouth. Jungkook moans against you, and you feel your pussy clench.

“Baby, you have to stop me before you cum,” Taehyung commands. “You can’t cum until I tell you, so you better not cum on my tongue. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” Jungkook mutters against you, causing you to roll your hips against him again. He flattens his tongue and lets you ride his face, intermittently moaning from Taehyung rolling his tongue around the head of Jungkook’s cock. He drops his nose all the way to Jungkook’s pubic bone. You see him swallow around Jungkook, and JK cries out, “fuck fuck. I’m gonna cum. Fuck!”

Taehyung removes his mouth from Jungkook’s cock with a pop and runs his hands up JK’s torso. “Good boy,” he utters as he presses gentle kisses to his hips and his belly. Jungkook writhes under him, whimpering.

“Make y/n cum,” Tae demands. “She deserves to cum.”

Jungkook focuses his attention back on your cunt. Picking up the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of you, he flicks his tongue in steady, slow circles on your clit. You feel the warmth pooling in your belly. With one more slow lick, you feel yourself tumbling over the edge, and you press yourself down a little harder against Jungkook’s mouth.

When you come down from your orgasm, you lift yourself off Jungkook’s mouth. “You really want to be a good boy, don’t you?”

“I am a good boy. I’m so good for you. I’ll be so good.”

Taehyung wraps his lips around Jungkook’s dick again. You respond, “Then beg me for it.”

“Please. Please, let me fuck you. I want you both more than I’ve ever wanted anything before. I’d give up my magic for you to fuck me right now. Please.”

You dismount his face and run your hand through his hair as you stand next to the bed. Taehyung crawls up the bed on top of Jungkook and presses his mouth to Jungkook’s glistening one. He moans into JK’s mouth. “I love tasting her on you.” He pushes his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth and grinds against him a little. Jungkook slides his hands up Taehyung’s shirt and presses his fingers against his firm skin. Taehyung pulls his shirt over his head and throws it aside.

“I want you to watch yourself fuck her. Babygirl, I want you to watch him fuck you.” He pulls his wand from his pocket and waves it in the air. The mirror from the corner moves closer. Taehyung whispers something in Jungkook’s ear that you can’t hear. He pushes himself off of Jungkook and moves toward you. He catches your chin between his thumb and pointer finger and angles your face to kiss him. You can taste yourself on him from Jungkook, and you feel your pussy clench at the thought. You continue moving your mouth against Tae’s, and you slide your hands down his torso and catch his belt. You undo it and the button to his pants.

You whine when Tae pulls your hands away. “Patience,” he whispers and guides you to the bed. You position yourself in front of Jungkook on your hands and knees, spreading your legs a little so he can see how wet you are for him and because of him.

Jungkook grabs your hips and lines himself up with your entrance, but he does not enter you. You turn to him and say, “you’ve been a good boy. You may fuck me now.” He sighs in relief and pushes himself inside of you. You whimper at the stretch of his dick on your walls, but the sensation is already overwhelming to your sensitive cunt. Jungkook lets you adjust, and when you are ready, you push your ass back against him gently. He moans then starts to roll his hips into you.

You look to the side, and the mirror is positioned perfectly that you can see how Jungkook looks fucking you. He’s so perfect. He has his hands on your hips, digging in so hard that his finger tips are white. He toned thighs and torso look delectable naked and behind you. His hair falls in his eyes, and he keeps licking his lips. The thing you focus on the most is the way that his dick looks sliding in and out of you, shiny with your arousal. You watch it going in and out you and bring a hand in between your legs to rub your clit.

In the mirror, you see Taehyung position himself in front of you, his dick in his hand. How did he and Jungkook end up being so hot and still having big dicks? You turn your head to it, and you look up at Taehyung. “Use your mouth,” he orders.

You take his length in your hand pumping a few times, rolling your tongue around the head. Jungkook’s thrusts get faster behind you, and you look in the mirror again. The image of Jungkook snapping his hips behind you and Taehyung’s dick in your hand makes you moan loud. You lick all the way around Taehyung’s dick and then take the whole thing in your mouth. You moan around it a few times, taking it all the way into your throat and back out. Taehyung grips your hair firmly and lets out a few small groans. His sounds of pleasure make you feel accomplished and pride swells in your chest.

“Hyung, can I cum?” Jungkook huffs out.

Taehyung thrusts his hips involuntarily at the request, giving away his arousal for the man behind you.

“Yes, you’ve been good. Cum inside. Fill our y/n up.”

Jungkook snaps his hips erratically a few more times before he is coming inside of you. You can feel shot after shot filling your pussy up. You moan as you feel him painting your insides with his ropes of cum. Jungkook collapses on your back and holds you against his chest.

He finally pulls out of you, and you lie on your back on the bed. Jungkook lies down next to you, spent. You still have your t-shirt on, and it is sticking to your skin. Taehyung slides his fingers under the hem and pulls it over your head. He has his wand in his hand again. He produces an ice cube that he holds gently between his fingers. He brings it to his mouth and presses it against his lips, and the heat between your legs intensifies, goosebumps breaking out across your skin.

Taehyung takes the cube and brings it to your breast, tracing slow circles until he’s at your nipple. You cry out in surprise and pleasure. The cold sensation causes your back to arch off the bed. He removes the ice from your nipple and runs it over Jungkook’s, causing him to writhe against the mattress and grab your hand. Taehyung goes back and forth between your skin and Jungkook’s until the ice cube has fully melted. He licks the water off your skin then off Jungkook’s skin.

“Open your legs for me,” he says to you as he waves his wand over his hand again. This time the ice cube in his hand has a rounded shape. He rubs it on each of your nipples then traces it down your chest and belly, across your mound and down your outer lips. He takes the ice and rolls it gingerly over your clit. A guttural moan escapes from your chest at the frigid contact against your skin that feels like it’s on fire. He continues to pass the ice cube between your folds, specifically over your clit.

He presses his mouth against your center and sucks, collecting the water, your arousal, and Jungkook’s cum on his tongue. Then he rolls the ice over you again. Jungkook leans over and kisses your mouth while Tae focuses on your cunt. Jungkook takes your already sensitive nipples between his fingers and moves in the motions he knows drive you crazy. You can’t hold still against the mattress. You need relief.

“Tae, I need you to fuck me now. Fuck JK’s cum into me. I want you both inside of me.”

Tae removes his hands from you. He stands up straight and takes his cock in hand. “I’ve waited so long to fuck both you. I don’t want it to end.” His dominating demeanor disappears for a second.

“Oh, Tae, the best part about being in a relationship with both of us is that you get to fuck us all the time now. You don’t have to worry. We will do it more. Hopefully a lot more.”

His confidence returns. He takes his cock and runs it up and down your folds, collecting your arousal, heating the skin that was cold from the ice. He pushes into you and moans. “I can feel how wet you are. I can feel all of Jungkook inside you. Wanna fill you up too.”

“Then fill me up, Tae. I want you to cum inside of me.”

“Jungkook, kiss me.” Tae continues pressing in and out of you slowly while Jungkook sits up to meet Taehyung’s demands. He captures Tae’s lips and they kiss each other, all teeth and tongue. Tae keeps one hand on your hip and brings one hand to tangle in Jungkook’s hair. While they kiss, Jungkook brings his hand to your clit. His thumb starts rubbing rough, unforgiving circles. You wiggle under the overstimulation, but Tae’s hand holds you firmly against the mattress. You feel the edges of your vision blurring, and you feel the tightness in your stomach.

As you pinch your eyes shut, you focus on the feeling of the two men fucking you. Your mind goes dark with small sparkles of light dancing behind your eyelids as you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before. You feel your pussy clenching around Tae over and over. You feel a rush like water washing over you, and then you start to come back into the present. You open your eyes and both men are looking down at you with smiles on their faces. Tae picks up the pace of his hips and thrusts several more times, with a shout he cums inside of you.

You feel it fill you and start to drip down you as he continues to fuck his and Jungkook’s cum into you. You moan at the idea. Once he comes down from his high, Jungkook gets on his knees. Tae pulls his dick out of you, and Jungkook uses his mouth to clean him off, then he turns to you and licks your folds. He swallows all the cum that he can reach and looks up at Taehyung with a smile.

Tae lifts him off the floor and lowers him onto the bed with you. He goes and collects both of your underwear and brings them to you. He then makes sure that the blanket on the bed is covering both of you. Once the two of you are covered and warm, he climbs in between you and lies down. You both turn to him and rest your heads on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat and his breathing. He rubs patterns on your bare back with his fingertips.

“Do you need or want anything other than cuddles? How can I take care of you?” Tae asks both of you.

“Just hold me,” you say.

“Tell me how you feel,” Jungkook mumbles, seemingly in his sleep.

“I know it’s early for me to say this, but I love you both so much,” Tae whispers as you are starting to drift off.

“I love you too Tae. I love you Jungkook,” you say, voice heavy with sleep.

“Love you both,” Jungkook says without opening his eyes. He curls deeper into Taehyung’s side and grasps your hand. The three of you fall asleep there like that, and it’s the best night sleep you have had in years.

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The rest of the year flies by. All three of you are preparing for your NEWTs, so you don’t have as much time to spend together. You all still make time, one night a week, to spend together in the Room of Requirement. Cuddling up with Jungkook and Taehyung makes you feel safe and loved like you never have before.

You find yourself ignoring the glares and scoffs that you get from people who see you walking with your fingers laced in Tae’s, Jungkook’s arm slung around your shoulders. You don’t care as long as you have the two of them.

During the week of NEWTs, Jungkook makes you tea with honey every night to help you get good sleep, and he rubs Tae’s back for him. To Jungkook the exams are less important, but he realizes that both of you need to do well to achieve your dreams.

By the last day of school, Jungkook has four offers from different national Quidditch teams to choose from, and you and Tae are eagerly awaiting your results to see if you were accepted into Auror training.

The three of you spend a lot of time at Jungkook’s house that May, trying to help Jungkook decide where he wants to play, deciding what you all will do if Jungkook has to move. One mid-May day, you receive a letter from the Ministry of Magic. Your heart pounds against your sternum, and you feel lightheaded. You run across the street to JK’s parents’ house and hold it out to him when he answers the door.

“Do you want me to open it?” he asks. You nod slowly.

He opens the letter and takes his time reading each word. His expression is unreadable when he lifts his eyes. Your mind starts running through all the possibilities. Maybe you failed the Herbology NEWT, and now you can’t be an Auror.

“You’re going to be an Auror, baby!!” Jungkook exclaims, holding the letter out to you.

You immediately begin crying. “Shut up. No, I’m not. Don’t look at me.” You read the letter to yourself, and you see that it’s true. You’ve been accepted into the Ministry’s Auror Training Program. You are going to get to train with HARRY FREAKING POTTER. You hear the phone ringing, and Jungkook’s mom tells him that the call is for him. He comes back a few minutes later.

“How lucky am I?” he says, beaming. “Both of my amazing, intelligent, fucking hot partners are going to be Aurors!”

You are elated that Taehyung is going to be joining you. There is no other witch or wizard that you would rather have by your side, even Potter.

Ultimately, Jungkook decides to stay in London to play Quidditch because, as he says, “he just can’t be that far away from his loves.” The three of you find a flat together in the city and begin your lives together.

On the first day of Auror training, Jungkook walks you and Taehyung to the entrance and kisses you both on the forehead.

“You’re going to do amazing. I love you both. You are both so special to me.”

You and Tae exchange the sentiment and then head into your respective bathrooms. When you come out of the fireplace inside the Ministry of Magic, you clasp one another’s hands, walking in to the rest of your life.

#jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x taehyung x reader #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #bts hogwarts au #bts smut #btswritingcafe #taehyung x y/n #jungkook imagine #dom!taehyung #smutcentralnet

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lozzypoz321 · 4 years ago

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Word count: 3.8k!

A/N: this is one of my favourite things I’ve ever written and I’m super proud of it, also the biggest word count I’ve ever done, hope you enjoy and pretty please leave feedback!! <3

Warnings: brief mentions of underage sex, calling of child services, brief mentions of an anxiety attack

Avengers college AU

Bucky: Guys I’m really desperate

Bruce: what?

Steve: wdym?

Bucky: does anyone have the first period free tomorrow? Can’t afford a babysitter for Riley :/

Tony: nah can’t, I’ve got a busy schedule

Clint: economics man

Bruce: science m8

Nat: same as Clint I’m afraid Jamesy

Clint: wbu Steve?

Steve: library club and I can’t skip

Bucky: >: I

Bucky: I think I may be having a midlife crisis.

Tony: okay 1. You’re 20 and 2. You shouldn’t have gone an’ knocked up a woman at 17

Nat: Tony!

Bucky: You’re acting like you didn’t get some at 17 Tony

Bruce: he has a fair point.

Nat: and anyway Riley’s too pure for your insults Tony

Bucky: uwu

Tony: you have officially turned into every teenage girl Barnes

Nat: anywayyyyyyy, Thor how’re you coping with your brother’s “phase”

Tony: I am starting to think Loki’s goth phase isn’t just a phase Natalie, I caught him walking around in a skull T-shirt with chains this morning

Clint: oh daym

Steve: what are you going to do?

Thor: I am going to show that I respect him by buying him some flowers!

Clint: What abt a chain tho?

Nat: wait, does anyone wanna go to laser tag at some point?

Tony: oooh yes!

Bruce: yeah I’m down! :)

Steve: I’ve got time yeah thanks

Bucky: I never back down from a laser tag game

Nat: great! I’ll book it with Tony’s card

Tony: wait what?

Bucky: oh shit, I’ve gotta go, Riley’s just run away somewhere brb

Clint: oh damn.

Bucky shoved his phone hastily into his pocket and looked around, desperation filling his eyes as they searched for any sign of his daughter. The bushes swayed with the evening breeze and very few people strolled around campus, either going on a walk, meeting up early with friends or getting food. The young adult heavily sighed out of relief when he caught sight of Riley, excitedly chatting to a man, who James quickly identified him as one of his other friends, Sam.

Braking out into a light jog, he made his way across campus to the pair while also trying to avoid bumping into the other students that were now staring at him, in college he was basically known as the fuck boy. Not that he was, the only reason behind it was that he had a daughter at 17 and everyone apart from his friends never saw past that.

“What’re you doing here munchkin?” He asked the small girl who was now shyly smiling at her father. Sam chuckled at the duo and turning his attention away from Riley, “wasn’t her fault dude, just telling me how she’s going to chemistry class tomorrow, can’t wait to see that” he said with a sly smirk on his face.

Bucky mentally sighed, yes it was going to be very tough tomorrow. Not only was she very restless, but she also was very talkative and wouldn’t put a filter on around people older than her, which most of the time could be very offensive. “Yeah! I promised him I’ll be good!”

“Oh really? Well I kinda hoped you’d have something to say to Professor Demon”

“Sam,” he groaned and ran a hand through his hair “his names Damon, if he caught you sayin’ that then we’d get suspended so quickly dude” Riley giggled and looked up at her dad innocently “and then we’d go poor because you suck at getting jobs”

“He sucks at everything” Sam mumbled, earning a glare from the other man. “We better go get some food now, there’s literally nothing in the fridge except a can of tuna, some ketchup and packets of sour sauce from takeout awhile ago”

“Oof man”

The walk to the diner that he had decided on going to after he couldn’t be bothered going grocery shopping was a long one. Riley insisted on stopping for every dog they saw, to ask to stroke it. “Ri’ baby, we can’t keep stopping, we gotta get back to the dorm before it’s your bedtime”

The pout she sent him instantly melted his heart before he realised she knew exactly what she was doing and he readjusted his grip on her hand so she didn’t end up running away again like she did earlier.

“Ri’ what do you want?” He asked the child once the waitress had come over asking for their orders. She gave a nonchalant shrug and turned her attention back to the video that was playing on Bucky’s phone that he had given her for the wait. “M’kay so, can we get a,” he took a pause to take a quick glance at the kid’s menu on the table “chicken nuggets and chips please with… chocolate milkshake?”

Riley nodded and the waitress, who from the name tag on her apron, was named Elizabeth, began to write down both his and her order but halfway through gave a quick glance up to Bucky, but when he caught her cheeks flooded red that made his daughter snort.

“Is that all sir?”

“Riley shut up” he quietly told the girl as Elizabeth walked away with her head down. “She was flirting with you dad” she laughed making him jokingly nudge her across the table “Oi, and anyway she’s not my type munchkin”

“Well don’t be too loud, the creeps staring at you dad”

He didn’t mean to, but without thinking his head whipped round to instantly make eye contact with the woman who was biting her lip, her eyes now as big as plates. His cheeks heated furiously as he immediately turned back around to face his adorable giggling daughter. “You better like those chicken nuggets munchkin cause I’ve got to go through this to get them”

“I will dad, I like chickens”

“Riley, come on you gotta get some sleep” he groaned once she’d slid onto the sofa where he was writing his assignment last minute for the fifth time that night.

“But dad,” She whined and pulled on the sleeve of the college logo sweater he had pulled on without even thinking about it once they’d got home as he had only just realised he had a paper to write, “I’m not tired and I don’t want to be alone”

His eyes softened at the pleading look on her face that would get him to do anything she wanted him to “m’kay baby, how about we go into into the bedroom and you try to get some sleep while I finish this up”

She nodded enthusiastically and he picked up the study books and paper in one hand and Riley in the other, deep eye bags could be found on his face from the lack of sleep that he had spent pulling all-nighters working on college work and began to make his way into the small room that had a single bed pressed up against the wall with a mattress next to it, an abundance of blankets on both.

He set the small girl onto the single bed and lowered himself down into the smaller one, using the bed frame to press his back against and using a hardback book underneath the paper to rest on.

“Why do people stare at you?” Bucky only just heard Riley mumble as her eyes struggled to keep open. He stopped writing but kept his hand in the same place while grinder his teeth, wondering what to say. “Cause baby… people don’t really think that I should have you this young,” he struggled to find the words as he felt his daughter roll onto her back to listen “but they don’t understand that I love you a lot, don’t I munchkin?”

Riley giggled behind him and uttered a small yes. “At least they haven’t tried to take me away again”

The young man's breath hitched in the back of his throat at the memory flashed through his mind. They’d been watching a movie with Steve after their classes and a knock had sounded on the door.Apparently, Child services had been called by one of the students and they tried to take her away but he wouldn’t let them, they had threatened to take him to court because the living settings were not meant for a child but 17-year-old Steve had calmly spoken to them outside the room while James had been on the edge of a panic attack inside.

“Yeah, scared me Ri’” his horse voice answered back making her eyebrows scrunch in confusion “I’m not going anywhere dad. Well, unless I die but y’know”

He sent her a bitch face look over his shoulder which made her uncontrollably giggle. Bucky chuckled and set his attention back to the essay while absent mindedly talking to her about random things.

“Is Loki gonna be at the laser tag place?” She asked and added on excitedly “oooh can I come dad?!”

“Sure doll, let me tell the guys”

Buck: we got plus ones on this laser tag thing?

Bruce: whyyyy??

Thor: oooh if that is the case I would very much like to take my brother!

Nat: oh are you bringing Riley then?

Buck: yup

Steve: I don’t see why not

Tony: I’m off to speak to this really hot girl

Clint: what that spice girl?

Buck: do you mean pepper?

Clint: ah yes!

He chuckled at the screen and chucked his phone to the side while looking up to his daughter on the bed above him, going to tell her they approved before stopping and smiling to himself as he caught sight of her peaceful, sleeping form.

Without waking her up, he got off the mattress and tucked in the blankets, quietly laughing as he retrieved the earbuds she had borrowed in the diner from her pocket. “Night munchkin”

Bucky groaned as the ringing of his phone awoke him, the technology next to his ear from when he had fallen asleep sat up. “Wha’?”

It was so early in the morning that he didn’t even have the energy to think of a proper sentence, never mind say one.

Steve: hey guys make sure your ready, it starts an hour after school

Clint: Steve. School. Finishes. At. 6. Pm. What. Tf. Do. You. Mean. It. Starts. In. An. hour. After.

Nat: we thought you could do with a late start

Tony: fuck you Romanoff

Clint: ten bucks says she’s smirking rn

Buck: ughhh

Bruce: I feel exactly the same way

Buck: no you don’t. I spent up until 6 am doing that English essay I forgot about

Tony: oof

Bucky: I will physically be running on caffeine this morning so be ready

He took a look around the messy room before deciding he would clean it another day and raised himself onto his feet before making sure Riley was still on the single bed asleep. He made his way to the tiny kitchen that held a mini-fridge, microwave, kettle and an oven with two counters on one side to make himself a cup of coffee that he was depending on if he had to spend an hour of his day running around in sweaty gear and a fake gun while making sure his daughter didn’t run away to get some sort of snack.

“Fuck” he mumbled as the loud whirring of the kettle started, sure to wake Riley up. “I’m tired” he heard a voice groan behind him, making the man whirl around, instantly making eye contact with his daughter. Sighing out of relief and returning back to the drink he was previously making. “So am I doll, yet you can’t have coffee”

He made her go get dressed and brush her teeth while he had a mental breakdown over what he was going to do about the paper he didn’t manage to finish before he fell asleep last night.

“Dad,” Bucky looked up to find Riley once again dressed in a pair of Joggers and a baggy T-shirt that she’d dragged out of the very few clean clothes in her draw “someone’s messaging your laptop”

She struggled to hold up the open device that showed multiple emails from one of his professors questioning his performance in class for the recent weeks. He inwardly cursed and took the laptop from her to begin emailing her back, choosing to ignore the insults she had thrown at him and his daughter in the middle of it.

“She is so full of-“ he stopped halfway through the sentence, noticing that Riley was sat next to him, quietly playing a YouTube video on his phone. “Whatcha watching Ri’?” He asked, his attention still focusing on trying to be professional in the email back. “c- c-“ she struggled to pronounce the word so she passed it to him.

“Commentary channels?” The man asked with a laugh, thinking about how most parents wouldn’t even let their 4 child near a video like that but yet again he wasn’t like most parents. He was 20 and had to do this alone.

“Oh yeah”

“Come on munchkin, we gotta get to first period before we’re late” he told her and grabbed his backpack to quickly shove his college things in before glancing at the digital clock on his phone and scooping Riley up so they could get there quicker.

Halfway through the panicked running across campus, the small girl decided she needed a nap and fell asleep against his shoulder, making Natalia laugh as they passed.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom he knew it was a bad idea when 11 pair of eyes fell to his, heavily panting and holding an asleep 4-year-old.

“Sir he’s late” a girl, younger than him moaned to the teacher who was now shrugging his shoulders “I don’t care”

“But professor, why’d he bring the baby?”

Bucky had enough of everyone staring at him, he readjusted the bag on his back before making his way to the back of the class, sitting in an empty seat in between Sam and Tony and placed Riley on his lap.

“That’s a good question Jaimee, Barnes?”

“Couldn’t find anyone to look after her professor” he mumbled in response, making sure to be loud enough to hear. “No babysitter?”

“Can’t afford it sir”

He didn’t once make eye contact with anyone in the room, instead putting his attention on the books that he was bringing out of his bag. “You alright man?” Tony whispered across the desk and flicked a pen at him, “Oi” Bucky hissed as the metal came in contact with the side of his head making Sam laugh loudly at him.

“Dad,” a mumble was heard quietly, making the older man look at his daughter, eyes that were previously closed were now looking up at his wide with pleading “I’m hungry”

If he was anywhere else in the world he would have sworn loudly, but right now he was in a class with 10 other students and his daughter. “Okay baby, but you're gonna have to wait for a while, we’re in my class but I’ll get you something after okay?”

She nodded and rested her hair back against his chest, making him smile slightly as he went back to taking notes of the class. “I’ve got skittles,” Sam held out the family-sized packet of sugary sweets making Riley do grabby hands towards it. Without asking Sam gave her it, earning a goofy smile from the girl. “Thank you dude but she’s literally gonna get the biggest sugar rush possible now”

“Aha, can’t wait to see that”

By halfway through the period Riley was already rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, on the spot next to Bucky’s chair, his hand holding hers to make sure she didn’t run up to the front and distract everyone. “Dad, are you going to work tonight?”

“Yeah munchkin, not for long though, you can stay with Stevie. How about that?”

“Yeah, m’kay”

Suddenly the professor spoke up, directing his attention to Bucky “Barnes, the symbol Sb stands for stibium or stibnite. What is the modern name of this element?”

“That doesn’t sound like English dad” Riley loudly whispered to him, making the class laugh, “and what do you think the answer is?”

The girl pondered for a second and looked at her dad with seriousness drawn upon her features “...tell me,”

“Laser in the house!” Clint exclaimed in excitement once everyone had found their way to the front of campus where they’d agreed to meet.

“I like lasers,” Riley gushed while smiling brightly making most of the young adults chuckle, Loki however, did not. “Why did you have to bring me?” The man grumbled, sending a death glare towards his brother.

“Why are you dressed like that?”

“Riley no-“

“Did you go through childhood trauma to endure this?”

“Ri’ you can’t ask-“

“Why is there a child?” Loki asked as if he had only just noticed she was there. “She is Barnes’ daughter brother” Thor said and gently patted her head, making her scowl.

“You have a daughter?”

“I’ve had her for 4 years dude”

“Oh”

Steve grabbed his phone from his pocket and glanced at the time “guys we’ve gotta be there in half an hour we better get goin’”

“Alright Rogers, you really do like to keep track of time don’t you?” Tony asked and rolled his eyes making Nat nudge him in the ribs. “Tony, I’m not that old”

“You're 21, everyone else is 20 punk” Bucky teased him but stopped when he sent him a death glare. “Erm, I’m not 20.” The young girl pointed out while everyone else started making their way to the entertainment place. “Smart girl Ri’”

“Wait, do we need to decide the teams?” Bruce asked everyone once Bucky and Riley had caught up with the rest. “Ooooh,” Clint exclaimed with wide eyes “dibs on Natasha! She’s got good aim.”

“I’m gonna stick with you. Power team” Bucky whispered down to the stupidly smiling girl as she nodded furiously. By the time everyone had chosen their teammates and managed to agree, the group had arrived. “This’ll be great” Bruce sighed once they’d caught sight of the room of light-up vests with attached laser guns.

“Rules,” a middle-aged man who looked like he’d given up on life, walked into the room with a clipboard in hand “No Running, No Physical Contact, Hold Laser with Both Hands, No Climbing, Players must be careful when manoeuvring around interior arena walls, Please let us know if any of your guests suffer from the following: Asthma, epilepsy or suffer from seizures caused by fog or strobe lights.”

Everyone was quiet for a second before Steve quietly spoke up with a blush “I have asthma, sir.”

The worker took a pause and pondered for a moment, as though this had never happened in his whole 68 years of working there, “just… don’t start a fire alright?”

They all nodded in agreement, just happy that he’d been let in, and began to enter the massive room where the game was about to take place. “Right, so, let’s not rugby tackle people like you did last time,” Steve said and mostly directed it to Thor who smiled sheepishly “cause- err, there’s a kid, yeah, Riley, that’s it”

Bucky chuckled and picked up the fake laser gun as the lights began to darken, “let’s get this party started”

As soon as the words left his mouth, chaos ensured, young adults setting off running to find a place to set-up camp. As he wanted to be fast, Bucky quickly picked up Riley and began to run towards a pillar so he could hide behind it, so he’s able to get a good view of people.

“How does it work?” Riley whispered from the spot of her back pressed against his chest so she could also see and indicated towards the gun. “Gotta put your finger on the trigger” he instructed and took ahold of her index finger and brought it over to the weapon, placing the rest of her hand on the handle while her other one held the underneath of the top part, trying not to drop it.

The whole room was silent for a good 5 minutes before Bucky decided to make a move, taking hold of the collar of her jacket to gently pull her up with him. Not holding Riley’s hand as she would have ended up dropping the laser gun if she didn’t have two hands on it.

The two of them scouted out the place trying to be quiet so they didn’t get caught. Suddenly, making them jump, a loud zapping sounded in the distance, indicating that someone had found an enemy. He began to run away from the sound, after making sure his daughter was following and attempting to find somewhere to hide again but this time he didn’t find a deserted place.

“Aha!” Nat yelled and jumped out from behind a pillar while aiming the laser at Bucky’s chest. His panicked yelling and screaming filled the air as he made a run for it, completely forgetting about his teammate left behind and the rule “no running”. Suddenly, before he could brace himself his body went flying, his foot getting stuck on a stray shoe that belonged to Thor. At the same time Steve had jumped out, meaning to get the man in the chest, but instead Bucky had landed on him, using him to muffle the landing, earning an “ow man...” in return.

Bucky wanted to move, he really did, but he just couldn’t. He was in a trance, his and Steve’s baby blue eyes made eye contact, without knowing what he was doing, Steve’s body involuntarily leant up: closer to the younger man. His lips never looked more inviting, but all of a sudden a yell broke out in the room.

“Dad! Help! Nat nearly got me!”

The father scrambled up off the floor, his mind going a million miles an hour about what just happened and why it was wrong. He was his best friend. He should only see him as a friend.

Without meaning to, he ran away from him, not bothering to even spare Steve a second glance in search of his daughter, who was now cowered in one of the room's corners, trying not to get shot. Bucky chuckled slightly at the tactic and crossed the room, luckily not being noticed by Tony and Nat who were having a shoot off at each other from their opposite ends in the room.

“Nat nearly got you Ri’?”

“M’ yeah and you weren’t there.”

Guilt coursed through the mans veins as he remembered that he’d left her, but before his mind could go wondering to the events after it, he stopped himself, “sorry munchkin”

“Is’ okay, just don’t do it again dad”

He silently laughed at the sincerity in her voice and grabbed her hand to lead her away from the battle scene so they could get somebody else in the laser tag game. In quiet discussions they settled on Bruce, the one who was most likely to not be paying attention, and if he was it would still be easy to take aim without him seeing.

“Come on Ri, we got this.”

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timetravelingshark · 4 years ago

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So what exactly is this "The Arcana" you keep reblogging stuff for and what's it about? I am curious.

Okay, so I haven’t played it too much yet (I’m only like a fourth of the way through Julian’s route and that’s it, RIP) but the gist of it is that it’s a visual novel where you can romance six different characters. It’s set in a fantasy world, primarily in the city-state of Vesuvia, which is based off of Renaissance Venice with some definite Middle Eastern and Indian influences as well. Tarot is an overarching theme in the stories: the main character, each love interest, and all of the supporting characters have different cards from the Major Arcana that represent them and give insight into their character. The Major Arcana has some pretty interesting forces at play within the world and greatly influence the story. There’s a chance of getting a good, aka Upright, ending, and a bad, aka Reversed, ending. It all depends on the choices that you make while playing.

The main plot is that your character, who is a magician in training (in this world, magicians can actually use magic and are considered very valuable) who is summoned to the palace by the Countess Nadia. She tasks you with finding out who exactly is responsible for the murder of her husband, Count Lucio, who was burned alive in his bed on his birthday three years ago. (What a way to go, yeesh.) The lead suspect is a man by the name of Julian Devorak, who was the head doctor for the palace and treated many Vesuvians during a horrific outbreak of plague within the city a few years ago. He confessed to the murder before disappearing, but his guilt may not be so set in stone..... You’re assisted in the investigation by your somewhat flighty but extremely talented and mysterious Master, Asra, and Portia, one of Countess Nadia’s most trusted servants. A few other very interesting figures pop up along the way, each giving their side of the story of Lucio’s death.

Along the way you meet a cast of amazing characters, all of whom have really awesome designs and fun, unique personalities. I’ll describe the love interests below the cut because holy SHIT I ended up writing way more than I originally thought and also while I haven’t played many routes this is what I’ve picked up from browsing the tags.

First: Asra Al-Nazar

Your Master and one of your dearest friends. Very enigmatic and a man of few words, and is definitely one of the more subdued and laid-back love interests. He tends to disappear for bits of time to places unknown and has a deep understanding of magic and the magical realm itself. He’s got History™ with many of the major players in the story and knows more than he lets on. He’s very Somft™ to the Apprentice and cares about them greatly. Just generally a very sweet if mysterious guy. Lotta people really like him and for good reason.

Countess Nadia

The widow of Count Lucio and the ruler of Vesuvia. She’s very poised and generally keeps a cool demeanor about everything. She’s a very competent ruler and loves her people. Has, hands down, some of the absolute BEST outfits in the game. Like this girl ALWAYS looks good, and like a wealthy aunt, is always willing to make her loved ones look good, too. Very intelligent and crafty, and loves horseback riding and music. Doesn’t care much about the class of a person, and rather their talent and character. However, like all people, she does have flaws. She holds grudges for a very long time and holds them with a white knuckle grip. She’s also extremely reserved and finds difficulty in trusting people, expressing herself, or making herself vulnerable. Like Asra, is very Somft™ with the Apprentice and is very easy to simp for.

Julian Devorak

The man I’m currently simping for. And yes, you can smooch the accused murderer! He’s a very tall goth doctor who cares way too much and has a massive guilt complex that he hides under a mask of drama and suaveness. Very much a protector type and would do absolutely anything for the people he loves. This man tries not to worry the people around him but at the same time probably survives off of like an hour of sleep and caffeine and he really looks it. He likes being very smooth and cool but if you throw him off his game this boy gets FLUSTEREDDDDD it’s great and hilarious. Kind of has Flynn Rider vibes. Love him to bits. (Can you tell that he’s the only character whose route I’ve played so far???) He wants to find out who killed Lucio, and why. (Minor spoiler: he doesn’t know if he did it or not and would rather like to find out) Feels as though he’s failed everyone he loves and can swing between joy and melancholy very quickly. He’s also ridiculously self-sacrificing. Despite all this, very loveable.

Portia

Nadia’s most trusted servant and also my homegirl. Very sweet, bubbly, and snarky, but is also a total ride or die. Very loyal to Nadia, but will side with the Apprentice over her on certain issues. She knows pretty much everything that goes on in the castle and all the secret nooks and crannies. She lives in a little cottage in the middle of the palace gardens alongside her kitty, Pepi, where she has a huge garden full of fruits and vegetables and flowers. She’s definitely a cottagecore type girl. Also pretty adventurous and willing to go do crazy shit if need be. She’s rather secretive, though. Her personality is quite a bit like my own, which is probably why I don’t really have her on my to-romance list, but I’ll still do her route to satisfy the little completionist gremlin that is my brain.

Muriel

Count Lucio. Or at least, his ghost.

Ah, the BEEG BOI. At a whopping 6′10, he’s the tallest and most muscular of all of the love interests, so if you’re into that Muriel is absolutely your man. He’s very stoic and grumpy, and almost always has a furrowed brow, even when he’s happy. Very much a hermit and likes to keep away from civilization and society. Underneath it all, he’s very gentle towards the ones he loves and especially loves animals and nature, especially dogs and his beloved chickens. Seriously, this boy loves his chickens. When he smiles it’s absolutely adorable. Kind of afraid of his own strength but has no qualms about using it if necessary. Don’t piss him off, he’s scary when he’s angry. Like Nadia, holds a grudge for a long time and is again, very antisocial.

And lastly (and most surprisingly),

Ah, this trainwreck. He’s such an asshole, but such a loveable asshole. Full of himself and with a flair for the gaudy and dramatic, he’s one hell of a piece of work but with the Apprentice’s help becomes an actually good person. Despite his vanity, cruelty, and pettiness, when he decides he likes you, you’re one of his people and he’ll love you wholly and move the heavens and earth for you. Still kind of holds a flame for Nadia despite everything, which is actually really sweet, fight me. He’s kind of got a hero complex and runs headfirst into things without thinking and desperately needs someone to hold him back by the collar at all times because while not pure of heart, this man IS dumb of ass. His facial expressions and dramatics are absolutely hysterical and he’d rather die than admit it but he’s such an ugly crier and it’s hilarious and also very endearing. He’s also kind of in denial about being actually dead, and instead refers to his state as a ghost as being an “Oopsie” and that he’s “Just stuck >:(” He actually doesn’t know who killed him, but is determined to find out. Underneath his pomp and circumstance he’s actually pretty vulnerable and super lonely and could probably do with some hugs and actual human connection. As I said, he does become a good man, or at least a better man, but it takes work on both his end and yours. A pretty divisive route among fans. I’ve personally played the first two chapters of it and honestly I really love him. At the same time, I’m pretty sure if I met someone like him IRL I’d try to strangle him, so there’s that. He’d probably be into that though, the kinky bastard.

So yeah! There’s the main characters and a bit of the plot. Sorry for such an essay but I really wanted to explain all this since you were curious (^^;) I’d definitely recommend playing it, I've had a lot of fun!

(Also, tip: the scenes that you can buy with coins are just little add ons and treats for the player- the game is very explicitly NOT pay to win and what matters when it comes to getting a good or bad ending is what non-paid dialogue options you choose while interacting with them.)

#the arcana #Anonymous #long post #long #Seriously tho anyone reading this PLAY THE ARCANA IT'S GREAT #ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE GREAT AND THE ART IS GORGEOUS AND ITS VERY WELL WRITTEN

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perfecting-procrastination · 5 years ago

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Hotel - Zabdiel (Part 1)

SO I HAVE FINISHED MY ESSAYS TODAY AND I AM FREE NOW. So decided to start off with a little teaser fic, I was thinking to do a second part to this. So let me know what you guys think! Sorry if it isn’t great I am defo trying my best!

[]- Reader’s thoughts

Tagging: @ionlyloveuinthemiddleofthenight @estefania723 @ericksmamita @undeadspazzattack

Warning: 18+

Morning

It was going to be the biggest night of your life, the day you finally got to see your idols live and you couldn't wait any longer. You travelled quite away from home and decided to stay at a nice hotel for the night near the venue just to treat yourself. Fortunately, you and your friend underestimated how nice the hotel was, as you walked through you realised how well polished the place was. It just made you both twice the more excited. You finally reached your hotel room and you both got yourself settled down. Victoria took a minute and looked towards you, "Oh my God this hotel is so nice, I was not expecting this!". "You can say that again, haha." you responded laughing. You paused and then said "I cant wait for tonight Vicky, its going to be insane". She nodded back and jumped in excitement. Tonight was going to be amazing and you both were so ready for it. You both began to unpack your small bags and have a look at what outfit you guys should wear tonight. You laid down your brand new cream coloured CNCOxForever 21 cropped hoodie with a black lace bodysuit and some high-waisted dark blue jeans that were extremely complimentary of your curves, "This is so cute, what do you think Vicky?". "Yas! I love it girl, Zabdiel will most definitely notice you in that sis" she said while smirking and winking. "Yeh right, there are going to be thousands of girls bro ! Very unlikely" You said smiling to yourself. Secretly you hoped that it would be true, just to have that beautiful man notice only you while surrounded by thousands of other girls would be an absolute dream. After you both picked your outfits you both decided to have a shower and get your makeup on. As Victoria headed to the shower you heard the noise of people checking into their room next door, you could hear the faint sounds of male voices laughing and teasing eachother. You then moved your attention to the time and decided to start getting ready. You grabbed your bluetooth speaker and instantly put on your CNCO tunes on.

"Tu fuego me sube, me baja como te conviene A mí se me nota que quiero lo mismo que quieresYeah, you're looking so rude, looking at me (Yeah) Baby, that rude girl thing, work, work it on me Cerquita donde pueda oírte y hacer que te quedes (Yeah) Oh mi, oh my God I give my best, you deserve it Oh mi, oh my God 'Cause you got me countin' the ways"

Afternoon

You were always so slow at getting ready and Vicky was always so quick. "Y/N! I am so hungry girl, can we go get food?" Victoria said while rubbing her belly with a pouty face. You were still adding your final touches to your makeup and look towards Vicky, "I am so down girl but I still got to do a couple of things though, is there anyway you could go alone and maybe bring something back?". She looked at me and saw that you still needed to do your mascara along with brushing and drying your hair. "Alright Y/N, tell me your order and ill go somewhere" Victoria said while getting her phone out ready to write my order down in notes while you were applying your mascara. After Victoria got my order down she grabbed her car keys and made her way to the door, "I am going to drive to a Mcdonald's drive-thru, I think there is one like 15 mins away but it is rush hour time so I might be a little longer sis. You better be ready when I'm back, OK?!". You nodded back at her with a smile. Victoria then smiled and closed the door behind her.

"I only love you in the middle of the night That's when you're on my mind Every time I get the feeling I can't fight And I know it just ain't rightAl borde de perderte otra vez Ahora que estás tan dentro de mi piel No sé qué puedo hacer si estás con él But for now we just pretend"

You unwrapped the towel on your head and let your still damp hair go free. A notification pinged on your phone and you saw that one of the boys updated their instagram stories. You desperately grabbed your mobile to unlock and see what they could be up to. The story was on Joel’s account and he was taking a video of the guys at rehearsals for tonight. However, you noticed that Zabdiel wasn't there which is strange. You dismissed it and put your phone down to go get the hair dryer. *Knock, Knock*

You stopped on your way to the bedside, and thought that it might have been Victoria maybe she forgot something as its only been 5 minutes and she wouldn't have been that quick. You walk over in your robe that's barely covering your light blue lacy lingerie that you were wearing. "Jesus what have you forgotten Victoria, you muppet!" You open the door and turn around instantly to start going towards the bedside again. Not even noticing who was at the door. "I am nearly ready alright just about to dry my hair, so don't hassle me okay!" you shouted. Then a low raspy voice said "Err.. Lo siento, but I left my key in my room and got locked out. I just need to charge my phone so I can order an Uber.". You stopped and took a minute to process the events. You thought to yourself, [I have heard that voice from somewhere why do I recognise it]. You turn around and realised that it was ZABDIEL DE JESUS. [Why was he in your room? how did it happen? is this a dream?]. While looking at him you noticed that he was looking you up and down hungrily, [What is he looking at?]. You look down and realised how loose the robe was around your body, and that you basically had your all your lingerie on display. You quickly wrapped the robe around tighter so it covered your body. You walked over to him and tried to maintain your sanity. "Sorry, I thought you were my friend. What happened?" you said mortified. He smirked and said "Yeah, sorry again didn't mean to disturb you haha. Basically, I forgot a few things in my room earlier so I came back to get them. But then I walked out the door, leaving my key in the room. And I just need to charge my phone for a second so I can order an Uber to come get me as I am performing tonight". You looked at him starstruck, [I am definitely dreaming, this isn't real]. "Urm yeh sure, my charger is on the bedside" You mumbled while still processing. He walked through and went over to the bedside, plugging his phone in. You then closed the door and followed him into the room. Zabidel was sat down on the bed, patiently wait for his phone to turn on again. His blonde hair looked incredible, all you could think about was running your fingers through it and tugging at it with screams of pleasure. You were staring at him intently, biting your lip just thinking of all the things you both could do at the moment. For months all you have thought about was having Zabdiel alone in a room with you. Zabdiel then looked up to you, "You okay, nena?". You snapped out of it and nodded hastily. He laughed, he knew that he was making you weak and he was literally doing nothing. "So whats your name?", he questioned. "Its Y/N, and yours?", you already knew his name but you did not want him knowing that. "Its Zabdiel" he said smiling. You both waited in silence until..

"Niña, tanto tiempo ¿Qué estás haciendo? ¿Qué es de tu vida? (Yeah, yeah) Dicen que estás sufriendo Creo que tengo Una salida"

Your eyes widened, [oh shit, A CNCO SONG HAS COME ON AND ZABDIEL'S SOLO IS PLAYING AND HES RIGHT HERE. He is going to think I am a crazed fan, fuck what do I do]. Zabdiel turned his head to the speaker and laughed. He then looked up towards you, "Good song, don't you think?". [Is he trying to catch me out?, If I break character and turn into crazy fan girl mode he will be out the door in minutes]. You took in a deep breath, "Yeh, its alright I guess". He laughed and stood up. "Why is it only alright? What part do you not like?" he said with a smirk. You could feel your self getting damp, he was so hot and you couldn't contain yourself. You could see his eyes going dark from desire as he could tell you were suffering. You took a moment and looked up to him, as he was so tall when he was stood up in front of you. You bit your lip and said "I guess the first solo is a bit average, wouldn't you say?". Zabdiel could tell what game you were playing and he was loving every moment of it. Zabdiel placed a hand above you on the wall, closed in towards your face, placing another hand around your waist. "So you think I am average then?" he said while intently staring at your lips. You placed a hand on his chest, slowly dragging your finger downwards until you reached his belt and gave it a light tug. "Unless you can prove to me otherwise, then yes" you said cheekily. He smirked and removed his hand from your waist. Zabdiel in one swift move undid the tie on your robe, and the robe dropped to the floor. Zabdiel took a moment to look at your body in the beautiful blue lacy lingerie and it was killing him. Zabdiel looked into your eyes again and started to kissed you. Your tongues were moving in sync with one another and it was magical. He was such a good kisser and you just wanted more. You grabbed Zabdiels spare hand and moved it towards your core, hoping Zabdiel will play along. Zabdiels breaks from the kiss for a second, "Mmm Nena, someone is needy". You look at him annoyed, wanting some kind of touch or release, you were becoming desperate. "Please" you mumbled. He smiled and moved his large hands towards your heat, slowly rubbing on it through the laced underwear. That material is making everything more frustrating, you just wanted his touch. Zabdiel could feel how soaked you were and knew you wanted his long fingers pumping in and out of you. You began to moan from frustration. This lit a fire in Zabdiel and you could tell it was getting him really turned on from the obvious hard on he had. Zabdiel then slid underneath the underwear and started to move his fingers along your soaked folds. "Zabdiel, More. Now." You finally demanded. Zabdiel looked towards you and moved his other hand from the walk and entangled it in your damp hair. He sharply tugged it back and moved his lips to your ear, "What made you think you can demand things from me, Necesitas saber tu lugar and I am going to show you it". Zabdiel then thrusted his two long fingers inside of you, stretching you out instantly. You screamed out in pleasure. You could feel the knot in your stomach was going to come undone just from that. He was killing you and you knew it. Zabdiel was not holding back, he attacked your neck while pumping you rapidly. "I'm so close Zabdiel, please let me cum" you screamed. Zabdiel pulled you hair even harder and whispered into your ear "Cum for me princesa". Those words set you off and you felt yourself let go. You were moaning so loudly from pleasure you were worried that the people from the other rooms might complain. Zabdiel started to slow the pace down so you could come down slowly from your high. Zabdiel then removed his fingers and placed them into his mouth sucking off all the juices you left for him. You took a deep breath and said "That was incredible". Zabdiel laughed and looked towards you, "Better than average?". You nodded and smiled back at him feeling your cheeks getting red. Zabdiel took his phone off charge and unlocked it. "I have to go back because the boys will get suspicious. So your obviously coming to the concert tonight so let me have your number because I want to see you later bonita" Zabdiel said before leaning in and giving you a deep kiss. [Is Zabdiel seriously asking me for my number like WTF is this REAL?]. You smiled and said "Yeh sure its ........". Zabdiel noted it down and walked towards the door. "See you later princesa" Zabdiel said with a little wink and a wave. He then closed the door behind him and you laid down on your bed. You were in shock about it all. Your idol came into your room, made you orgasm and then asked for YOUR number. It was a lot to process and you couldn't wait for later as you knew it was going to be the best night of you life. And you weren't just talking about the concert.

#cnco smut #cnco #cnco fanfic #Zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel #zabdiel fic #zabdiel smut

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omgrachwrites · 5 years ago

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Schooled (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC

Summary: After the passing of Ava’s father she starts acting out which drives her right into the arms of one gorgeous Professor Barnes.

Warnings: fluff, lil bit of angst, mentions of sex

Words: 2140

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part and please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Part Three - The Lecture

All morning the girls were trying to get the scoop on what had happened between Ava and Bucky because MJ and Wanda had woke up in the early hours of the morning and there had been no sign of Ava. All three of them had snuck out of the boy’s room before they got up and got a taxi back to their own hotel so they could actually start packing for their flight home that afternoon – they even left the hotel room without breakfast.

Ava thought that she’d feel bad for leaving without even writing Bucky a note or something like that, she had never been a love them and leave them kind of girl. She didn’t feel bad though, soon Bucky would be a distant memory and there would be no lasting reminder of the night of passion that she’d shared with a beautiful stranger.

“So, what did happen between you and Bucky?” Wanda asked as Ava was struggling to gather all of her makeup collection together. Ava giggled and raised an eyebrow at MJ who was standing behind Wanda, fiddling with her fingers.

“Guys,” Ava laughed as she found her lipstick in the shower, not knowing how it ended up there, “is this an interrogation or something?”

“It’s just that we woke up around 5am and you weren’t asleep on the sofa bed with us, we were worried,” MJ added.

Ava sighed as she threw her cosmetic bag into her suitcase and turned back around to face her friends, her arms folded over her chest, “look, we watched TV and cuddled,” she couldn’t really explain why she wasn’t telling her two best friends the truth about what went down.

“You cuddled?” MJ repeated as she and Wanda looked at each other uncertainly and Ava threw up her arms in frustration.

“Yes, we cuddled, you know it’s when two people vertically hug or snuggle whilst they’re in bed together,” she smiled as Wanda rolled her eyes.

“Okay, okay smartass. Let’s go and get some lunch,” Wanda laughed and they left their hotel and walked into town.

They found a tavern in the old part of the village, right by the bay which looked beautiful in the early afternoon; New York seemed so grey in comparison. Ava didn’t eat anything too heavy as she was feeling very hungover and she didn’t want to be sick on the plane. Ava felt a little paranoid, she was constantly looking around in case Bucky turned up, and she would rather avoid an awkward conversation.

MJ however, noticed that Ava kept on looking around and clearly she got the wrong end of the stick, “look we know what hotel and room that the boys are staying in if you want to go back and give Bucky your number. We’re right behind you,” Wanda hesitated before nodding in agreement.

Ava smiled as she twirled her face in her Greek salad, extremely happy that her friends were always looking out for her, “it’s not about that, really I’m fine. Thank you though.”

As the girls boarded the plane it truly felt that their holiday was over, summer was almost over and Ava thought that she’d better start her work for her literature class. She had to choose a novel or a play from the syllabus and write an essay on it, choosing her own question; she had chosen Jekyll and Hyde which happened to be one of her favourite books. Shakespeare was on the list unfortunately, she liked Shakespeare but she just couldn’t understand the language that was used which would make it hard to write a decent piece on it. In high school she was able to bullshit an essay on Shakespeare but she had a feeling that it wouldn’t cut it in university, she supposed that she’d have to find somebody that would help her.

Chewing her lip, she looked at her friends and she felt bad, she figured that they deserved to know what really went down between her and Bucky. She thought that there was just no point in keeping it a secret anymore considering that she’d never see Bucky ever again.

“Hey guys,” she started and the girls looked up at her, MJ looked slightly annoyed as she took the headphones out of her ears, “I’ve got a confession to make. Bucky and I had sex,” she sighed, waiting for their reaction which was slightly delayed as they took in Ava’s words. They both gasped, MJ looked excited while Wanda narrowed her eyes.

“You had sex with someone that you don’t even know?” she had a mixture of emotions on her face but she mostly looked worried, she was definitely the mom friend, “why didn’t you tell us?”

“Well, for one I knew that you’d react like that,” Ava grinned as she nudged her shoulder against Wanda’s, “and two. I don’t really know why I didn’t say anything, I felt like I had to keep it a secret for some reason,” she shrugged, “but that’s stupid I guess.”

“No, it’s not,” MJ spoke softly, her eyes soft and sympathetic, “are you going to miss him?”

Ava thought about it for a second, “I’ll miss his face that’s for sure, and he was pretty good in bed,” she smirked, “but I didn’t know enough about him to miss him as a person.”

“That’s probably a good thing then,” Wanda shook her head and went back to her book.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Ava sighed as she looked at the apartment building that NYU had to offer, to be fair from the outside it looked nicer than the ones in California. The same couldn’t be said for the weather, it had been raining pretty much since Ava had arrived back from Greece. She wanted nothing more than to be back beneath that warm sun. She looked at Pepper who was chewing her lip and blinking rapidly while Morgan was sniffling in the backseat.

“Thanks for giving me a ride Pepper,” she smiled and leaned over to give Pepper a hug and reached behind her to give Morgan one too, “I’ll see you guys real soon, okay?”

Pepper nodded, “we need a tradition while you’re here. How about you come over for dinner on Sunday?”

Ava smiled and nodded, “sounds good, I’ll see you guys then,” she grinned and got out of the car, she was feeling nervous now, especially about meeting her roommate. Taking a deep breath Ava pushed open the door to the administration office so she could get the key to her room.

“Hey girl! I’ve been so excited for you to get here!” Rebecca, Ava’s friend grinned from where she was sitting behind the desk, she took a sip of coffee and Ava vaguely wondered if there was any alcohol in it. She had always been bringing a flask to school with her when they were both in their senior year.

“Your roommate is here and oh my god! He is so gorgeous; his accent is to die for!”

“Well, I can’t wait to meet him,” Ava beamed as Rebecca passed her the room key over.

“Do your classes start today?” Rebecca asked and Ava nodded, checking the time on her watch.

“Yeah, in about thirty minutes, I left the whole moving in thing till the last minute. I didn’t want to leave Pepper and Morgan till the very last second.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry about your dad,” Rebecca sighed.

“Thanks,” she smiled, fiddling with her room key, “I best go and meet my roommate.”

Rebecca squealed excitedly, “eek! Okay! I am so excited for you to meet him, like I’ve already said it a million times,” she giggled, “if you ever need a wing woman then I’m available,” she winked and Ava rolled her eyes at her playfully.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she smiled and walked up the three flights of stairs to her mini apartment.

On her way up to her room she saw that she wasn’t the only one who was moving in at the last minute, she walked past a lot of open doors as people tried to shift a ridiculous amount of stuff into their room. From being nosey she noticed that the rooms looked pretty okay it had a tiny living room area, a shared bathroom, a little kitchen area and then of course it had the bedrooms in the back. It was incredibly basic but Ava figured that it didn’t matter; she was only here for one year.

As she walked into her mini apartment she saw that there was no one to be seen.

“Hello?” she called out and someone walked out of a bedroom and it almost felt like time stopped moving.

Rebecca had been right; this guy had the face of an angel. He had eyes that were such a light blue that they should have looked cold but somehow they were very warm and soft. To top it all off, he had the curliest blonde hair, it was just to die for – he was to die for.

“Hi, I’m Loki, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he beamed as he held out his hand, he was so soft spoken that Ava wished that every boy talked like that.

“I’m Ava, it’s great to meet you too,” she giggled as she shook his hand, if she believed in love at first sight then this would be it.

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Bucky was about ten minutes into his first lecture at NYU- he had been really nervous at first but he soon got into it and he knew that this was exactly what he wanted to do. He was very happy that everyone seemed to be listening to him; one of his biggest fears was that if no one listened to him. In fact, there was a group of girls sitting right on the front row and they seemed to be hanging onto his every word. Though, there was one student that was half listening, he kept on glancing at the door every couple of minutes and it was really starting to throw Bucky off.

“Mr Odinson,” he started and Loki looked at him, looking a little guilty, “can you tell me why you’re not giving me all of your attention right now?”

“Err,” he stuttered, “well you see sir, my roo-“he was cut off as the door slammed open, making everybody jump.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry that I’m late, I completely lost track of-“she trailed off as she looked at Bucky with wide eyes and she was looking very confused.

Bucky felt pretty much the same, considering that it was Ava – the girl that he’d had sex with in Greece. Somebody cleared their throat which brought Bucky back down to earth, remembering that he was in a full lecture hall.

“You must be Ava Stark?” he asked, pretending he didn’t know, dumbfounded she nodded.

“Please find a seat and take out your book list,” Ava chewed her lip and managed to find an empty seat next to Loki.

Bucky carried on with his lecture, kind of distracted as he looked at the pretty girl, he couldn’t believe how unlucky he was to have her as a student. He kept on getting flashbacks to their night together and he remembered just how beautiful she had looked and sounded. Bucky ended up getting so distracted that he ended the lecture about five minutes early.

“Ava, I need a word with you about what you missed in the first ten minutes,” he called to her as she was about to leave the hall. She sighed and turned back around, walking to his desk, he was already writing what she’d missed on a sheet of paper refusing to look at her, “here you go,” he said as he pushed the paper at her.

“Bucky,” she sighed sadly, “are we just going to pretend that we don’t know each other? No one else is here,” she cupped his stubbled jaw.

“You told me that you were an English graduate, I can’t believe you lied to me. Why didn’t you just tell me that you were in your last year of college?” if truth be told he didn’t really care that much but he was still feeling salty about how she left without leaving a note or even her number.

“I don’t know but I’m sorry.”

Bucky sighed and took her hand off of his jaw, “what happened between us in Greece is never going to happen again. I can’t be your lover, or your friend, I can only be your Professor, nothing more.”

“Fine, I understand. One time thing, it won’t happen again,” she rolled her eyes as she turned to leave.

“Ava?” he asked and she didn’t turn around or answer but she did stop, “do make sure that you’re on time tomorrow.”

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friendofhayley · 5 years ago

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ship history meme

Embrace your past and get to know your friends’ fandom origins!

Rules: Post gifs of your fandoms / ships starting with your most current hyperfixation and work backwards. (Bonus points if you share any stories about how or when you got into that ship! But not necessary!!) Then tag anyone whose fandom history you’d like to learn about!

Tagged by the most gorgeous, smartest, sweetest, and kindest person in my life @sightetsound <3 Sorry y’all, I have a lot of hyperfixations and I’m on NyQuil!

1. Katsuki Bakugo and Eijiro Kirishima, My Hero Academia - I literally can’t watch Season 4 until it’s finished because my heart will Explode if I’m left on a cliffhanger involving these too!!! (Unbreakable T.T <3) I don’t usually like animes but I fell in love with his trash bastard and his soft rock boyfriend by the villain’s attack in S1. It all started when I got a TikTok because a Very Hot Bakugo cosplayer was on there. (Literally, their rendition of Bakugo is just, umph. They have appeared in my dream.). As she got more popular he started cosplaying more of Class 1-A of MHA, and I kept wondering?? What the fuck is this anime about?? Why is there an alien girl?? I soon gave in and watched the show to gain context to this thirst trap. I have so many feels for these boys, even though I don’t post on them much here, and T.T

2. Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane, Shadowhunters - I literally almost wrote my thesis because of this ship. I got into Shadowhunters because I was depressed in a foreign, racist country where I couldn’t go outside alone because old white men would corner me on the street, and everyone was talking about how Mike from Glee was kissing a guy at a wedding? Instead of partying during my study abroad trip, I gobbled down Malec content. And like who wouldn’t?? Harry Shum Jr. was playing a bisexual warlock?? And he had lines and a main character role??? An interracial couple where the characters are both POC?? Sign me up! But then I quickly fell in love with awkward gayby Alec and immediately knew how it felt to be in his shoes. (Disclaimer: I still haven’t finished the show because I don’t want their story to end, but just seeing their wedding scene????? Tears!!!!!!!!!! Both wedding scenes! I-) I just love how soft they look at each as they realize how lucky they are to be able to fall in love against the odds. T.T They deserve the world and all the warlock and shadowhunter babies and T.T This is just going to devolve into me crying so-

3. Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale, Teen Wolf - I got into Teen Wolf to escape the hellfire that had become the Glee fandom around S3-S4. (Tbh it might have been Dereklei’s constant Sterek content on my dash that led me to give in.) Stiles was bi (through subtext) and definitely turned on by an older werewolf. What more could a depressed Gleek ask for? And listen - now looking back, Sterek is definitely gay Twilight - if Bella was snarkier, had a mental illness, and also a personality. Sterek was the ship to get me back into writing fanfiction and where I could read paranormal characters working through PTSD, ADHD, and other mental illnesses while fighting monsters and having unrealistic sex! I also love those future fics where Beacon Hills isn’t a Hellmouth anymore, and everyone’s alive and just living as one big found family. Truly, Derek deserves the world and I love him so much, and Stiles definitely agrees.

4. Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, One Direction - If it’s a surprise that I’m a dark larrie, please read my bio. HL made me believe that love is real and exists and can last for years. I got into One Direction in 2011 through a Lilo fanfic, but as soon as I watched the Video Diaries,,,we knew. Louis has saved my life in ways I can’t describe and the songs that they’ve written for each other through their tough times are so inspiring to listen and dance to. Seeing how they’ve been dragged apart by management, Sony Entertainment, and the whole music industry as a whole even though they exist in glass closets is very disheartening to see. But their resilience that they show through their art (Only the Brave, Sweet Creature, If I Could Fly, and like so many others) is always there. If you want to fall in this rabbit hole, look at freddieismyqueen on YT and come inside lol. Larry is real.

5. Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson, Glee - the ship that got me on Tumblr! I didn’t start watching Glee until the summer before S2 came out. My whole choir was into it and I didn’t want to be “mainstream”, but Kurt was the first openly gay teen character that I saw on TV. When I heard a character played by Darren Criss, a musical theater YT legend from AVPM, I had to watch it. I ended up binging the first season with those Netflix DVDs during summer break (yeah remember when Netflix wasn’t streaming? lol). I watched every episode of that god-forsaken show the night of (or night after illegally, hidden from my parents) for that ship, and then me and my best friend would rant about it for the whole week: rinse and repeat. The episode they got together made me scream and I definitely put those Glee Rewind songs in my iPhone. (Fun fact: I used to cry at night because I wished someone like Kurt could love me like that because I heavily related to Blaine and his whole situation). I naturally stopped watching Glee the moment they broke them up and I’m still mad at their hasty attempt to marry them out of nowhere with no well-written getting together / make-up arc other than Jigsaw?? and a barn wedding?? As if Hummel would. What a trash fire. But dang, Glee fanfics have some of the dirtiest, kinkiest, forbidden fics out there. If you were ever on Glee_Kink_Meme on LJ, you know.

6. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter - the ship that started it all, the big kahuna, the ultimate enemies to lovers for 90s kids. Drarry got me into the fandom world in middle school, where I basically lived on FFN and LJ while pretending to do my homework. I used to get ready every day by watching the same playlist of “The best Harry Potter videos on Youtube!” (curated by Ariel333Lindt, who was the only queer person I knew but lived in Eastern Europe, where I could see two gay people kiss and fall in love in the safety of my room through badly photoshopped videos. Please check out that playlist). I just love how each fic is a microcosm where they have to construct how magical systems work, the backstories of pureblood families, creatures, or just wizarding culture for the end goal of having Drarry fuck and fall in love! I love redemption arcs that take 200k to achieve, I love dark!Harry takes, and every single different damn take on Narcissa, Pansy, and Millicent - because deep down that’s the writer trying to come to turns on whether or not Draco should be redeemed to get together with Harry. (I mean we all know they’re obsessed with each other, book 6 anyone?) I feel like Drarry fics have the best worldbuilding and characterizations of these characters, and I just love those moments when Draco and Harry take a moment to take a breath together and realize how far they’ve come. No one else can understand how it felt to be the pariah or the chosen one, they both interacted with Voldemort the most, and they have the most history together. They should have gotten together! But I mean the author’s dead, am I right?

So that was a lot! Those are all the ships that impacted me that I still participate with. They have shaped me for better or worse, and have made me learn more about who I am and what I want (or don’t want) in a relationship. This was the most fun essay I’ve ever written on NyQuil!

I’m tagging @homosociallyyours because I really want to know your fandom story! Also @stozierbrak because I love you and must hear you gush about your boys. I’m also tagging @iamaqualady because you’re literally the most intriguing person I know and I’m glad we’re friends even though we haven’t interacted that much? ish?

#tag #me #kiribaku #drarry #sterek

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kutemouse · 5 years ago

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Never Really Over

Disclaimers: I made and edited the above gif myself. That’s why I’ve used the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use, just please give me credit for the edit! I used some of the lines from Katy Perry’s lyrics to inspire and write this, but they belong to Katy.

So this imagine was inspired by the Katy Perry song “Never Really Over,” which, when I heard it for the first time, reminded me of the way my bias works. Yes, I am a Taehyung bias, but every two weeks or so, one of the other members of BTS wrecks me, and I mean WRECKS me to the point where I think, “This is it. This is when I change my bias.” But then Taehyung does something or posts a picture, and I instantly zip right back to him. I’ve been this way since I started stanning BTS, idk why, low-key, I think I’m secretly an OT7 fan.

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Sweeeeaaaaars (like always), ANGST with a happy ending, Taehyung being a sweetie-pie, no smut, might make a part two with smut idk, honestly, I hope this makes you laugh more than anything.

Word Count: 2,187

Summary: It had been two years since you broke up with Taehyung, and you were finally at the point where he stopped randomly popping into your head. But that didn’t stop him from randomly popping up on your social media, wrecking you into oblivion, and making you do stupid things.

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Oh no. Not again. I’m not falling into this rabbit hole again, not today, not ever. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again, that I’d draw the line and never think of you again, and I did. Or so I thought.

I tentatively scrolled down my feed back to the video of you singing your heart out to a sea of adoring fans, feeling a twinge in my chest as your voice reverberated throughout the stadium. How I missed that deep rumble, the one that drew me out of sleep each morning with a chuckle and a kiss.

Shaking my head, I attempted to push all thoughts of you out of my head. I didn’t miss you. I didn’t miss anything about you, no-siree, I was over you. Ugh, who was I kidding? I couldn’t even go on the internet without seeing you. I was losing it.

“Fuck this,” I thought, standing up from the bench and heading towards my favorite cafe. The bell over the door tinkled, bringing a memory to the forefront of my mind.

We sat in the booth in the far corner so we could have as much privacy as the cafe would allow. “It’s happening, jagiya,” he murmured, taking my hand. “I’m going on tour. I won’t be back for nearly a year.”

“I know,” I muttered in reply, looking down at my lap. I couldn’t be angry, hell, I couldn’t even be sad. We both knew this was coming. Ever since BTS’s popularity shot through the roof, he’s been getting more and more busy, constantly at practice, song-writing, or travelling.

“Hey, we can make this work,” he said, his voice soothing over the pain I was beginning to feel. “I’ll always come back to you, jagi.”

He reached over and grasped my cup, taking a sip from it before squinching his eyes up cutely. I laughed and playfully grabbed for it back. “Hey, that’s mine!”

“I don’t even know how you can drink this,” he said, still grimacing. “Coffee is so bitter.”

“It’s an acquired taste,” I said, giggling.

“Miss?”

A voice brought me back to reality, and I blinked a couple times before looking at the barista. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked.

She gave me an amused smile. “I asked what you’d like to order.”

“Oh, uh… Hmmm, an iced Americano for today, thanks.”

“You got it. I’ll have it ready in a moment.”

“Thank you.”

I paid then sat down in a booth to wait, fiddling with my phone. My finger touched the fingerprint pad, powering on my screen to show that video once more. Cursing, I closed the app and jammed the thing back into my pocket.

“Miss? Your Americano is ready.”

I stood and took the cup from the girl, walking quickly back outside and sitting down on the bench again. I just couldn’t escape you. It’s like no matter what I did, you were there. You were always there… and not just because your face covered the internet the way clouds covered the earth. You were always in the back of my mind.

I felt my self-control slowly trickling away as I drew my phone out of my pocket, clicked it on, and opened a new message, typing in your name as the recipient. I never deleted your number, scared of breaking the last possible tie I had to you.

Ugh, no, stop. It’s done. It’s been done for two years now. I left my phone in my lap, trying and failing to concentrate on drinking my coffee instead. We parted amicably, with both of us acknowledging that our relationship was over due to you not being able to be the boyfriend I needed. Still, for weeks after we separated, I couldn’t help jumping every time someone knocked at my door, thinking it was you, or stopping guys on the street who even slightly resembled you. That had all faded away, though, so why were my nerves on fire once more?

Our relationship was terrible, or at least it was towards the end. You were constantly gone, and didn’t have time to call or video-chat me. You had to send me text messages on the down-low, scared your company would find out about us and force us apart, or that delulu fangirls would find out about me and come after me. We only spent time together twice in the last six months of our relationship, and I was beginning to get sick of explaining to my friends and interested guys why I was unavailable to date. The second time I saw you, you came over to my apartment wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap.

“Sorry,” he said apologetically as he shed his disguise. “I had to circle the block a couple times… make sure I wasn’t followed.”

I threw my hands up. “This is insane!”

“What is?”

“This! This relationship! Taehyung, I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t normal!”

His mouth dropped open at my proclamation. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest and turning away.

Taehyung grasped my arms with his large, soft hands. “Please,” he said, his voice cracking. “Let’s just talk about this.”

And talk we did. For hours. And we both came to the same conclusion: That our relationship was no longer working and in order for us to both be happy, we needed to let each other go. I reached up and touched my lips, remember the way you kissed me for the last time. Hard and deep, with both large hands on either side of my face, you kissed me until my heart broke cleanly in two.

Yet, even after all the pain I went through, I was surprised to find myself missing you even weeks after our break-up. Yeah, we were a mess, but it was the best mess I’d ever been in. By the time I figured out that life with you in it, as seldom as that actually was, was still better than life without you entirely, it was too late. You had moved on, and were becoming one of the biggest names in k-pop, no, in the world, ever. I had moved on, too… or so I thought.

Sure, I dated other guys. I even had a relationship that lasted a good six months… but none of it ever felt right. I broke up with the guy after he hinted he wanted to move in together, realizing it would never feel right no matter how much I tried to force it.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked it open, staring at your name at the top of the text. What would happen if I just sent a simple, “Hey?” I let myself indulge in my imagination, thinking about the way you’d ecstatically respond, instantly sparking a conversation and lighting up my deadened heart. After a few days of texting, you’d ask to video chat, and I’d see the face that cracked my heart and soul into pieces, but this time, you were intent on mending all that. You’d come over just like old times, and we’d spend night after night together, intertwined so close we practically become one… But then you’ll leave. Again. Work will call, or your manager, or one of the other members, and you’ll leave spouting useless apologies and empty promises. Then I’ll have to get over you again.

Draw the line, I told myself. Draw it. No more. Yet even as I was thinking it, the side of me that missed you put a toe over that line, inching towards completely diving headfirst into the shit show I knew we’d forever be.

I opened the social media app again and watched that video of you singing for the third time. “Fuck it,” I thought, switching back to my messaging app and typing out a message.

Me: Hey. Just caught myself thinking about you and wondered how you’ve been. I miss you.

I stared at it for a good thirty seconds, my thumb hovering over the send button the entire time. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed down, slowly opening them to see the circle going ‘round and ‘round, trying to send.

Wait, no. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t trip up after two whole years. I frantically tapped on the message, trying to delete it, but then the dreaded check mark appeared. Sent.

“Fuck!” I cried out, startling the closest passerby.

“Sorry,” I muttered, looking down at my lap, my cheeks flooding with warmth. How the hell had you trickled back in? I drew that line, I did, I did, but now I’d tripped up. I sipped from my coffee cup, keeping my eyes on my phone screen the entire time. Nothing. You were probably busy. Hell, you’d probably changed your number for all I knew.

With that thought comforting me, I threw my cup into the nearest recycling bin and began the five-minute trek back to my apartment. I spent the rest of the day distracting myself with studying, my fingers hovering over my phone every now and then, tempted to check it. At around the same time the sun was going down, my phone finally beeped and I snatched it up.

Damn. It was just my classmate asking a question about the essay we were assigned. I rolled my eyes and chucked my phone somewhere on the floor before flopping backwards on my bed. It was over. Has been for quite some time. I didn’t know why I expected anything more.

My phone beeped again, and I sat up so fast I made myself dizzy. It beeped again, and I yeeted myself off the bed and frantically began searching through the ocean of clothes that littered my floor. Shit, where did that damn thing go? I hadn’t chucked it that far, had I?

I dug through the random piles of my belongings, making even more of a mess as I hunted my phone down. It started ringing, and I whirled around at the sound, seeing my screen shine through a random tank top. I stumbled towards it, hands outstretched, and grabbed at it, the phone slipping through my hands like soap and falling back to the floor.

“FUCK!” I yelled out just before a knock at my door made me whip my head around.

Leaving the damn phone, I stumbled out of my bedroom and towards my front door, taking a second to run a hand through my curls in an attempt to smooth them down, before I whipped open the door.

My mouth dropped open in a gasp, eyes widening as I took you in, one hand still holding the phone to your ear, the other shoved sheepishly in your jean pocket. “Hi,” was all you said. Mouth still open like a gaping fish, I wordlessly stepped aside to let you in.

Closing the door behind you, I finally managed to get some words out. “How… Wait, why…?”

You chuckled, the buttery-smooth deep bass of your voice causing tingles to break out all over my body. “I got your text, Y/n.”

“Wait, was that… that was you calling?” I asked, my voice coming out strained. “Sorry I didn’t pick up, I was-”

“It’s fine,” you said, waving my apology off. “I know you’re probably busy… and honestly, I don’t know why I’m here other than the fact that I…”

You trailed off, and I swallowed, anticipating the dreaded words. You were here because you needed to remind me that we were done. That there was nothing between us anymore. That you had a girlfriend.

“That I… Well, that I miss you too.”

For the second time that evening, my mouth dropped open. “You what?” I squeaked.

You chuckled once more, but this time, you had a trace of uneasiness in your chocolate-brown eyes. “I miss you, you dork.”

I didn’t bother trying to speak anymore, I just acted. I rushed towards you, grabbing both of your cheeks, and kissed you with everything I had. You grunted in surprise before grabbing me by the waist, steadying both of our stances, and moving your lips around mine, fully kissing me back. The second we separated, you drew me back in, even going so far as to swipe a mischievous tongue over my bottom lip, causing me to groan in pleasure.

We finally pulled apart, panting a little, your eyes bright, a wide smile on your face. “It’s been two whole years, though,” I said.

“Yeah, and the entire time, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind,” you murmured, peppering light kisses along my cheek. “I won’t let you get away this time.”

I sighed and curled up against your chest, once again falling hard for the way my head seemed to fit perfectly in the crook of your neck, and the way your hands seemed to meld with my love handles. It was like we were made for each other.

Well then. I thought we were done, but I guess it’s never really over, is it?

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mittensmorgul · 5 years ago

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So everyone around here should know by now that I find s6 really narratively shaky, and it clearly has its ups and downs. That murky middle section I cringe my way through every time, some dubious-at-best standalone eps. But it also has some of my absolute favorite episodes in the entire series. 6.11 is right there. 6.09 is the most delightful soulless!Sam episode and just delightful in general. 6.15 tops most people’s lists. And then the run I watched today-- 6.17 through 6.21.

I went back to the Hellatus Rewatch Notes I did over the summer, and wasn’t surprised to find just this one post with three short paragraphs:

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/186154895705/619-mommy-dearest-ouch-this-marks-the

and this tag: #i just couldn't face writing long wailing meta about the manipulation revealed in 6.20 today sorry

I’m not sure I’m in any better place to write that long wailing meta today, but I’m going to at least try. The narrative we’re seeing spin out over the first half of s15 deserves it. I think it’ll be easier if I talk about this whole chunk of episodes at once, though. S6 might be pretty slapdash as a whole, but this run of episodes in particular seems to all be working together to tell a coherent story, and to be setting up massive narrative paths that Dabb Era has chosen to walk back down from a different perspective. So rather than talk about each of these episodes, I’m gonna talk about what they mean, for the cosmology of the universe, Chuck’s role in all of this and how the parallels have been drawn back to this by his actions in s15, and Castiel’s position in all of it. Dean’s, too, but I’m even going to talk about that in relation to Castiel, because for better or worse, s6 had played the long con on Cas, and as far as we knew at the time, the Storyteller had won...

We’ve all discussed the disconnect between Dean and Cas in s15, but so much of that has fallen into debates over which one of them was right or wrong in their disagreement. I don’t think EITHER of them was right, OR wrong. They’ve just been coming at this fundamental question of Free Will from opposite sides, for the entire series.

For billions of years-- or according to 6.20 at least 400 million years or so if Cas was standing at a shoreline watching the first fish flop itself up on land-- Cas has been. S4 established his character, showed us his doubts in Heaven’s plans that led him from loyalty to rebellion, through torture and brainwashing to fighting free of that in the end. That established his journey into understanding free will and humanity, truly, in ways that he expressed in 6.20 that he desperately tried to share with other angels. Most of those other angels... never understood, never had a reason to understand. Like teaching poetry to fish. Even the angels loyal to Cas, or who didn’t want to follow Raphael in the wake of the failed apocalypse, never seemed to understand this.

S8 gave us some additional insight into Cas, through Naomi’s description of him as an angel that never followed orders, at least not completely. That he’d always had a rebellious streak, or perhaps just a spark of curiosity and interest in creation, and humanity specifically. He refused to participate in horrors inflicted on humanity in the name of Heaven and had been punished by it and programmed back into angelic compliance every time. But until Dean Winchester, he’d never truly rebelled. He’d never rejected Heaven entirely. And even then, that rejection didn’t happen until season twelve. He’d still been trying to maintain a loyalty to the other angels even through s9 when Metatron told him he may drape himself in the flag of Heaven, but he still did everything for one man. I don’t think that was a lie at that point, but I do believe it’s something Cas hadn’t actually admitted to himself until that point. And he wouldn’t admit it to another angel until 12.19, when he told Kelvin in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t acting on Heaven’s behalf, but to spare the Winchesters.

(yep, even then, after the mixtape, after all of that, Cas was still on about Sam and Dean... and even in 13.04 as he argues with the Empty for his freedom, he still frames it in terms of Sam and Dean... ironically the same thing that Dean has taken heat for when talking to Cas, always making it “you, me, and Sam” in 11.23 and the beer run scene and in 12.19... Cas is just as guilty of not being specific as Dean is, for different reasons, but to the same effect)

Back to s6 though. Cas did make his choices. He was adamant (on flashbacks from 6.20) that Dean was “retired,” that he wasn’t to be dragged back into their fight, even as he was desperate to ask Dean for his help. (again, I still blame Sam and his terrible promise he extracted from Dean in 5.22 for that one) Regardless, that choice led Cas down a cascading spiral of worse and worse choices in a desperate attempt to shield Sam and Dean from what I’ll call The Story. Except in doing so, he’d only kept digging the hole for himself deeper and deeper, not realizing that he hadn’t been set up to be the hero, but the villain.

This is the position Chuck seems to desperately want Sam and/or Dean to finally accept in s15:

Chuck: No, this is more, this is….. hope. That’s what’s stopping me. You, you still think that Dean and Cas are gonna fly through those doors just in the nick of time. You still think that you’re the hero of this story. You still think you can win.

And that’s exactly the taunt Metatron used on Cas in 9.18. And it’s exactly the taunt Crowley used on Cas in 6.20:

CROWLEY You kill my hunters. Why can't I kill yours? CASTIEL They're my friends. CROWLEY You can't have friends, not anymore. I mean, my God. You're losing it! CASTIEL I'm fine. CROWLEY Yeah. You're the very picture of mental health. Come on. You don't think I know what this is all about? CASTIEL Enlighten me. CROWLEY The big lie -- the Winchesters still buy it. The good Cas, the righteous Cas. And long as they still believe it, you get to believe it. Well, I got news for you, kitten. A whore is a whore is a whore.

and this is part of a much larger passage-- their entire conversation in Hell-- but the point boils down to this:

CROWLEY Granted. Yes. But just to show you how serious I am about this scheme...How about I float you a little loan? Say, 50 large? 50,000 souls from the pit. You can take them up to heaven. Make quite a showing. It's either this or the Apocalypse all over again. Everything you've worked for -- everything that Sam and Dean have worked for -- gone. You can save us, Castiel. God chose you to save us. And I think...Deep down...You know that.

YOU CAN SAVE EVERYONE, CASTIEL. Dean, Sam, Humanity, Earth-- even Heaven and, grudgingly, Hell too. And in doing so, prove God resurrected you for a PURPOSE. This was what Cas needed, what motivated him the entire year he resisted bowing to Raphael and obediently falling in line while the apocalypse started up again. He could have a purpose, a mission.

Cas had still been struggling with this in Dabb Era. His desperation to “get a win” in 12.19 stemmed directly from this absolute fall into hubris from s6, ending in the release of the Leviathan and Cas’s apparent death again in 7.02. He’s been trying to atone for that guilt ever since.

But in all of this, Cas has never really forgotten what it was to be an angel, what it meant to serve God and to serve Heaven. There was no free will. The few times he questioned his orders, he was punished, tortured, and reprogrammed back into line. He’s fully aware of all of this. For him, learning the extent of Chuck’s manipulation of the story is more a confirmation of his entire experience over billions of years, while that revelation absolutely shattered Dean. For Dean’s entire life-- the blink of an eye for an angel-- he’s believed in very little other than his own personal choices.

Essays have been written about Dean’s underclass upbringing, his life on the fringes of society as a drifter and a con artist, going from town to town under false identities and living a life in the shadows. And yet Dean has always believed that was of his own choice. That he wouldn’t have chosen to do anything else, that he would’ve been bored in a “normal life,” and proved that in season six when he leaves his last chance at a normal life behind with Lisa and Ben and throws himself entirely back into hunting. Because that’s the tragedy. That’s Chuck’s story for both Sam and Dean... they don’t get to be happy.

(this is why I don’t trust Eileen’s story with Sam, fwiw, because that was literally exactly the story Chuck intended her for, exactly the same as Lisa)

This was Sam’s story with Jess from the pilot episode. This was Dean’s story with Cassie, Sam’s story with Amelia... with Rowena... Every time they have a chance at a relationship, Chuck turned it into a tragedy.

But back to the point here...

Dean prized his free will above all else. He’s doubled down on that sentiment even in s15 talking to the girl he didn’t yet know was actually Lilith, confirming that he’d never want to live in a world where all his choices were made for him, or where the whole game he was playing was engineered specifically for him to lose. He’d always stood firm on the point that-- for better or worse-- all of his choices had truly been his own.

(again, why “I didn’t have another choice” is the worst thing any character can say on this show)

For Dean, Chuck’s revelation shattered him, possibly even more than Cas’s betrayal in 6.20 did. And for all he cares for Dean, for all he’s studied Dean and learned about humanity and free will from Dean over the last decade, Cas still can’t understand why, because it’s not the same identity-destroying revelation for him, as an angel who’d had to fight for every choice he’s ever made, as it was for Dean who based his entire worldview on the choices that made him who he is as a person.

And s15 is taking all of these themes from the run up to the end of s6, and turning them inside out.

What makes a hero?

What power do we have against “destiny?”

What power do we have against a seemingly unassailable enemy?

What morally or objectively wrong paths will we be led down before we discover it’s all a trap?

What chance do we have at real happiness, and what would that even look like?

What sacrifices are we willing to make to ensure that humanity overall will prevail against impossible odds?

What ~actually~ needs to be done to stop the eternal cycle of apocalyptic tragedy that Chuck has put them through from the start? (Raphael just wanted to reboot s5, Chuck has shown his hand that horrific tragedy is always his intended endgame, regardless of what form it takes)

Can we achieve a real victory without unleashing an even greater horror on the world for once? (s6 ended with Godstiel eating purgatory, s7 started with the Leviathans escaping into the world, and now Chuck is obsessed with Leviathans and monsters again in s15, while Jack is literally consuming angel hearts and supposedly attempting to gain enough power to kill God... but what will consuming that power make Jack into? He’s already “eaten” Michael, Cas has already stopped Belphegor from “eating Hell” and becoming a new evil god, but Rowena ended up becoming the vessel of Death that brought all those souls back to Hell, effectively neutralizing that particular threat at least for the time being... but this is definitely something I’m still mindful of as the season progresses)

All of these questions were crucial in s6, and throughout the entire series, but this was Cas’s character turning point, and it’s what he’s been fighting his way back from ever since. I can’t help but think that-- like with Belphegor in 15.03, like his choice to return to the Winchesters in 15.06, like his journey to Purgatory with Dean in 15.09-- he’ll be confronted with these specific choices again.

A few other points from these episodes that I think are interesting to keep in mind:

6.17 and the confrontation with Fate herself. If Chuck doesn’t get you, Fate will, or so it would seem. A lot of the themes of this one hit again in 13.19 Funeralia, with why we shouldn’t mess too much with the natural order. I just watched it a couple nights ago, so it’s incredibly fresh in my mind. I still think that episode is incredibly important to what Billie is meddling with in s15, in ways that haven’t entirely been revealed yet.

6.18, and more time travel done right. But also, the Major Sign we all should’ve been more focused on in what Rachel revealed, and what the Winchesters accidentally tipped her off to about Cas. She implied that the Winchesters were becoming a massive drain on Cas’s attention and time in Heaven, when we know the Winchesters had hardly seen Cas all season. When Rachel investigated what Cas was actually up to, she discovered the truth of what he was up to with Crowley, and he was forced to kill her for it. What he wouldn’t do to protect his tenuous shield around the Winchesters? It’s taken them until s15 for them all to finally get on the same page.

6.19, and the pure pain.

6.20, oh right, THIS is the pure pain.

CASTIEL I'm doing this for you, Dean. I'm doing this because of you. DEAN Because of me. Yeah. You got to be kidding me. CASTIEL You're the one who taught me that freedom and free will -- DEAN You're a freakin' child, you know that? Just because you can do what you want doesn't mean that you get to do whatever you want! CASTIEL I know what I'm doing, Dean. DEAN I'm not gonna logic you, okay? I'm saying don't...Just 'cause. I'm asking you not to. That's it. CASTIEL I don't understand.

I think he understands now. Or at least he’s miles closer to understanding.

6.21, okay let’s just take everything from Dean and complete Cas’s fall into the role of Big Bad.

I know I had a point in mind when I started writing this, but I’ve written myself out again :’D

#spn 6.17 #spn 6.18 #spn 6.19 #spn 6.20 #spn 6.21 #s15 meta rewatch #spiders georg of the tnt loop #chuck's process #spn 15.03 #spn 15.09 #castiel winchester #you learned it from the goats #oh DEAN

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charmed-asylum · 5 years ago

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The Partners

The Partners, part two

Summary: Finn Cox had everything boy would ever dream of a hot cheerleader girlfriend, loved by everyone, and caption of his hockey team. So why is since Camille Dawson step into his life he starts to have second thoughts about everything

FYI: So haha guess who was clowning herself thinking she could split the first chapter(2011) into two parts. This gal here that's who lol. Here is part two we got it all a bit of angst mention of death. You know the good stuff. Lets CHAT Come get a tag or Whatnot. If you are new catch up :)

Previous Chapter (1)

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Finn drove down Seaward Highway he wasn’t sure if he had the address right. This area was far more luxurious and well Camille wasn’t the image of rich kids or even a trust fund baby. On each side of the street, off the main road was huge houses far back on spread apart. He pulled to a driveway that has gold numbers reading 212 and stops. The house was as big as a castle with an excellent view. He pulls up the red clay driveway he stops. The only thing he thought the whole drive was how to say sorry but now he was full of more butterflies. He walks up to the double size glass doors and hopes for the best. DING DONG

Finn waited for her to answer. As the door started to open handsome man step in its entrance. He was tall probably 6’3 well built great jet black hair. Finn tried not to stare at him. Finn love that ladies but even he had to admit the man was good looking. Pulling the phone to the side he looks at Finn. “ Yeah, we can’t do that. So what you want” the man asked.

“Sorry, sir. Here for Camille Dawson ” Finn asked. He looks at Finn strange and shook his head no. “ Wait, Jackson. No, we agree over golf you even sign by hole 5 the contract” he stops "Who are you" the man said looking at Finn confused.

“Sorry. I think I got the wrong house. Camille does she live here” Finn asked embarrassed. “ Well, I just gonna have to email it to you. Check it out. I got another call. Bye. Camille what is wrong with her” the man asked texting.

A female voice sweet like honey came from behind him and open the door wider. “What happened did Jackson get it. Paula wants to do brunch when I go up this weekend to check on the Brandy account. She wants to know when you coming up so she can do a double date “she said not paying Finn any attention.

The man looks at Finn as he was left speechless. Gazing at the maturer woman. The man winks and kisses her on the lips and point at Finn. The sweet goddess of Finn dreams smile and look at him. “ Who are you. Why he wants Camille she okay” she asked. He shook his head. “Oh no. Your... Camille fine. I go to school with her. She said to come by” Finn said taking a deep gulp in. The two look at each other and whispers a bit to one another. “ She did. What you're her boyfriend?" she said with a giggle her long straight sugar blonde hair shake as she laughs. “ Honey I’m sure we would notice if she had one. Your not her boyfriend are you” he asked his eyebrows bend up a bit. “ No no. She just my partner. For class” Finn said tugging at his letter jacket. The man looked down at his phone and answer, walking away with the door open. “ Come in. Just sit down here. If she told you to come over why isn’t she with you“ she said looking at her phone. Finn glance away from her butt and simply said,” I play sports. So I came right after practice “. She nods and looks again at her phone. The man came back still on the phone. “Sports. I use to do sports guess” he said holding his hand to the phone. She smiles and hits his shoulder. “ Don’t embarrass us?” she said giving Finn a playful smile. The man waves his hand and walks over to Finn. “ I did high school and college Tennis and Rugby. Rank top of state too. That’s still a thing right” he asked. “Yeah yeah, it is” Finn said. They both nod their heads and continue on their phones not paying him any thought.

“ I called you” a soft voice said behind Finn. He glanced back away from the album he was looking at. It was her. She gracefully walks over to Will and kisses his cheek. They talk for a little bit before joining. “Hey ” Camille said dropping her purse onto the glass table. “ He came by looking for you. You told him to come by. Cam cam” Tina said kissing her on the cheek and went off back into the house. She stood still watching as Tina walk back inside then back at the guys.“So you're staying for dinner right Finn. I won’t take no for an answer. Finno" Will said checking his phone. “ Yes sir” Finn said smiling at Camille.

She sat on the arm of Will chair and gaze at Finn. Shaking her head no. Will phone started to ring. “ Its Will. Alright, I’m going inside. Camille, you're in change do what I forget to say” Will said and walk inside talking on the phone. Camille slides into the chair and stares at him. “What are you doing here. Finn. You made it clear you didn't want to work together" she stops and looks down at a photo album. It was open to a young girl with a big smile with a crown on and a first-place ribbon. Happy moments.

“ I’m sorry. Okay. I’m sorry. I’m a stereotype ass. Cliche 90s jackass jock. But I’m working hard I even read the essay and have noted” Finn said holding out the paper. Camille sigh took the notes and glance over them. Finn studies her. " Anyway, it looks like someone got beauty and brains. I am sorry. I don’t apologize for much but I was a complete ASS. To you. I'm sorry. Cam cam. what did my friends do to you anyway?" he says closing the book. She opens her bag and takes out some books. " It’s nothing. Finn. Please don’t talk so loud they don’t know. Just how can I trust you. You have been pushing this off. I had to bust into a party and force you to work with me. I know you don't like this but. Help me help you" she says in a whisper.

He looks at her. It was weird how she talks to him. The truth was he was afraid of the truth. Camille looks at him then at the window. Her uncle was gone. She gets up and grabs Finn's hand. "Let’s restart. The only way this will work, we only have a few weeks. I think the fact that you look at me and I to you what they want us to see. I will try. Here we just two people. Me a pageant winner that now lover of books blah blah and so on and you" she stops lick her bottom lip deep in thought.

Taking his hand they walk over to an old treehouse in the back. She lets go and walks to an antique pink cart. “ When they got this place. There was this unfinished treehouse. We kept trying to finish it but it never happened. Everyone that comes signs it. Here were my parents' sign” Camille said pointing at two names.

He wanted to smile they been talking more than ever before. “Have your fun Finno. Your lucky they usually not here. I’m sure you got that” Camille said taking out a pen and notebook. “ I understand that. It’s like that at my house. When we are all there it’s just clipped art perfect family or - “ Finn started to say. “Silence” Camille finishes his sentence. “Yeah. Look I’m sorry about my friend at the party” Finn said. Camille glances back to the window. Will was in there talking while on the computer looking like he belongs in a fashion magazine. “ It’s alright. You were probably drunk somewhere. Nothing happened like that. Just the usual food was thrown at you nasty words and clothes being pulled” Camille said writing some things down like it was nothing. “ Why you being nice opening up. Normal “ Finn said. “Same as you. Finn let’s get to work” Camille says with a giggle. One that sounds more innocent than the seductive one her aunt had earlier.

They talk laugh and well just smile at each other, enjoying each other's company. Finn poking fun at Camille being a pageant kid Camille poke at him being a jock. As it got late Will came out washing his hands. “ Dinner cam come help set up alright. I got a few calls to make “ Will shoot out. Getting up from the ground Camille grabs her things. “ You're the guest. Just hang chill lax inside there drinks tv what not” Camille said. “ I’m gonna be in a minute just gonna check in with my parents “ Finn said taking out his phone. Camille nodded and started to walk in. Looking down at his phone he stops himself and walks over to the treehouse. It was covered in names quotes handprints. By the swing was an out-of-date pink tea tray with paint marks. Taking the paint he wrote his name by Camille. Finn Cox + Camille Dawson

Camille was finishing up the table when he came in. Finn sat beside Camille with Will on the head and Tina on the other side. " Come over cam cam. Your classmate here on the hockey team. He Invited us to one of the games" Will said. Dinner was as imperfect as a dysfunctional family could be. But who would care ain't everyone's family just the same? However, it was different. Camille looks at Finn then at Will. Then back at her plate. Finn smirks at himself than continue eating. Will feeling awkward starts to speak. " So Finn-o have any plans after high school. You kids like seniors or something" he says looking at the both of them. Camille drops her fork and quickly glance at Finn." Uncle Will, we are only sophomores. I don't think Finn is thinking abo" she starts to say. Finn still eating looks at Will. " Get a full ride thanks to a hockey scholarship to Minnesota State. Where my major would be business. After I’m drafted within my years in college. I go to New York or Toronto or some top-five team and play for about 5-10 years. I get at less about six endorsements. Retire move back here respectfully with my trophy wife. Where I take over my family business" Finn said looking at his plate.

It was silent. " Well at less your going to New York or Toronto. Good teams there. Hope you don't forget about uncle Will when you become pro. But just wondering is that what you want to do. Or that what you told" Will says looking at Finn. Camille glance at Will then at Finn interested what he was going to say. Finn surprise shrugs his shoulders. He never really asked that. Something he doesn’t know the answer to. Camille feeling bad gets up and takes out a carton of strawberry ice cream from the freezer. " Ice cream anyone" she says holding ice cream and spoons.

After the awkward dinner. Camille walks Finn to the door. Finn smirks never left his face whole night and waves bye to Will and Camille. As he got close to his car he feels a soft hand on his shoulder. He turns around its Camille. She standing outside freezing. " Sorry about Will. He doesn't understand I guess us. He usually ... well always busy. Like my aunt. You know if you do something someone else wants you to do you will never learn or be able to love it. We are young. Most of us don't think about those things. Well...." she stops and rubs her hands together. " I was alright with you coming over. And I guess I see you tomorrow" she says giving him a gentle rub in the shoulder then walking back. He watches her going back inside to the door and stop to watch him drive off.

By the time Finn was able to get home everything but living room light was on. “Where have you been” dad asked. Finn stood by the doorway. “Huh, nothing after practice. I went to work on a project. I told you about it” Finn said rubbing the back of his neck. Dad nods his head and takes out another beer from the fridge. “Mom sleeping. Next time call us. Okay. Your brothers are not here which makes you the second commander. So start acting like it. A phone call or next time no car“ Dad said and walked to the bed. Finn tosses his bag on the floor and hops on his bed falling asleep thinking about Camille.

Nikkei waited for Finn outside his house the next day. Upset that he didn’t wait for her after cheerleading practice. “ So where were you yesterday. You had practice then you were gone” Nikkei said standing by his car with a few of her friends. Finn glanced down at his phone to see if Camille text him. “ I had to take care of my mom. What is one day going to do? I pick you up after today okay “Finn said. Nikkei rolls her eyes. “ We need a ride. Take us would you” she said chewing her gum. He could not understand how someone like Nikkei was who she was. “Oh, that reminds me to look at what I posted last night” Nikkei said looking back at her friends. She shoves it into his face, it was Camille waiting for the bus by herself. “ Come on I’m driving and maybe stop being a fucking ass. You could have been right with her if you didn’t have me being fuckin your taxi “Finn said underneath his breath. Her friends giggle. “ Well, she a freak and you know all freaks deserve to be put somewhere away from us normal people “Nikkei said. He hated she says that. Normal. He wanted to scream shit kick her and her minions out but he couldn’t that’s not what Finn the sweet boyfriend does.

He watched as each person walks by waiting with his school letterman jacket over his shoulder. Chewing on a string. He made up shortly after with Nikkei when they made out behind the stairs. Camille strolls in with an AC/DC sweater two sizes bigger of coarse thick leggings and some black army boots. He watches her as she went to her seat in homeroom. Turning his head over mouth hi to her even though she wasn’t paying attention. After a few minutes, she finally mouth hi back.

“ So I have to ask your aunt. What she a model. I wish I took a picture to show my friends. Camille sexy hot aunt” Finn said putting his books down the seat across from Camille. She looks around at the classroom everyone was working. “She not a model well not anymore. She did some modeling when she was young. You gonna work “ Camille said with her glasses tilt down. “ God damn” Finn said excitedly. Camille looks at Finn and shook her head. “ Wait you playing with me” Finn said tapping his pen. “ Isn’t that the point. What you and your buddies love to do. I know I’m a project but news flash you are too. And yes. She was a model” Camille said with a smile. Finn nod and look around. “ So why you said we are both projects “ Finn asked. She stares at him for a minute. “ Finn you think it strange she put us together. Anyway as you said before I was being a butt head” Camille said putting her hair behind her ear. “ What if we do that. This is me. What I am dealing with it. We are all different and unique ” Finn said excited pleased with himself.

Clapping her hands slowly, “Now Finno I think you had your first own idea”. Finn started to laugh into his sleeve trying not to pee himself. “ Alright, cam cam” Finn said smiling at her. It was like they had a secret. One only they both knew. He loves it. “ I got hockey practice I can’t miss so I guess no popup. Cam, can you do the essay? “ Finn asked grabbing his backpack. Camille looks up and nods okay.

Outside of class, they went their separate ways. He would see her around outside of class and before he would just glance and go on. Now it was different folks were starting to notice it.

Finn walks over to his gym locker and grabs his gear. Even though he was a sophomore he was captain of JV for two years and well probably be captain next season. Hockey was his outlet with everything school Nikkei friends and home. Before she became sick she uses to always watch his practice the games. “ Dude where was you at bro” Kevin said walking in with his blades. Closing his lockers,” Oh yeah the other day. I had to go home. Parents stuff. Riding me like a horse” Finn said slapping his hand. “ Yeah man sorry about that. Old man riding me too. I heard that guy you hit goes to the other school on their hockey team. Talking smack” Kevin said walking beside him. “ Nah don’t worry. Kev we got it. Let him talk shit. He is eating my ice chips by the time we are done” Finn said patting his back. As he blades hit that ice it was like stepping on the welcome home mate. Striding back and forth hitting each puck into the goal. He was himself before that stupid fight before Camille before it was all a show and Finn in his glory.

After practice, he and the guys went to the diner for some grub. Where he was the life of the party. Joking around laughing at the dumbest stuff. Just him and his brothers his friends. Later he caught up with Nikkei to do homework and making out. “ Hey, I’m sorry babe about before” Finn said putting his shirt on. Nikkei slides over and kisses his ear. He turns around and kisses her again. Camille he whispered into the kiss. Getting up quick he stops. The hell. Nikkei stood on her knees confused. “ The hell. Finn” Nikkei said pulling at his pants. “ Sorry” he said kissing her. Minutes pass and their phone started to vibrate. Quickly getting up again he stumbles putting his shirt back on. “ Sorry. I got an emergency. I call you later” Finn said kissing Nikkei on the lips.

Finn rush to the Northern Sky Hospital. She was getting so much better how could this have happened. Probably that selfish dick fault. His dad was outside talking to the doctor. Alright screaming at him. Demanding answers. “ Finn won't you go in there with your mom. Me and dumb ass got some more talking “ dad said. Finn nod and walk inside. His mom was hooked up into IVs and a feeding tube. Sitting beside her he holds her hand. “ Finn it’s gonna be alright. Baby. I slip and your dad making a big deal” mom said weakly. Finn hop onto the bed lay beside her comb his finger through her hair. It looks a few days for his mom to talk him into going back to school which he dreaded. Everyone texted him what was up but only Camille was sincere about it. Which was different for him not wanting anything out of it.

“ Finn can you go and get me some soup and crackers from the Chinese spot I like. Before you come home” his mom texted. Text back fine and went to pack up his gym bag. Since the scare, he hasn’t talked to anyone outside of his mom and brothers to keep them each update. Even Camille was in the dark but he could tell she knew. How who knows but she knew. From the way she talked to him to how she acts. Nicer. Then those looks she would give when they saw each other in the hallway.

Pulling up to his driveway he stops to hear the radio inside booming and laughing. Laughter was one of those things that became foreign to him. Something that simply doesn’t assist anymore. He could hear his mom and dad laughing from the kitchen. “ Yes, then I remember seeing him just standing there mopping the floor with the toilet water in his little rocket diaper” mom said laughed. Finn walks in. His mom and dad stop talking. “Finn. Look who came over. She made these yummy cookies” mom said handing him one. Finn took and ate it. Damn it taste like heaven on one bite. “ It’s good. So huh Camille what are you doing here” Finn said surprise. “ Well, you did say that we should work on the project at your house. Like how you did at mine two weeks ago” Camille said with a smirk. Finn's dad got over and patted his back. “Great to see you hanging out with some people that got something going for themselves “dad said. “Mr. Cox your son be a great help to me. He even came up with the idea “ Camille said saving him from another burn. “ I invited her to stay over. She gonna help me cook wanna help too” mom said. Camille smiled and nod yes. “ Yeah but then we gotta work on the project “ Finn said grabbing a knife. Camille nod. “ I’m gonna call my uncle to let him know. He gonna wanna know what time to pick me up” Camille said taking her phone out. “ No. Finn take you home after dinner” mom said a huge grin. Camille looks at Finn.“ Yeah. Cam cam I take you” Finn said. Camille mouth thanks and left to make the call.

Mom looks around to make sure she was gone. She slapped him on the shoulder. “ I like her a lot. You think she has a boyfriend ” mom said with her hand on her hip. Finn started to blush he knew his mom wasn’t a fan of his girlfriends, especially with Nikkei. “That I know of no. She doesn’t “ Finn said. Mom sigh. “Girlfriend" she said. “ No. mommy. Why you ask wanna set her up with Brent” Finn asked. “ No. you. I like her for you. You don’t see but she good for you. Not like that other girl” mom said. Camille walks back inside right on cue. “ Mom did she tell you she uses to do pageants” Finn said. Camille glances up to him from cutting the carrots. “ Yes. She did. I show her your Boy Scout pictures. He doesn’t want anyone to know but he still apart of it to this day. Meetings every Wednesday night” mom said. “ MOM. Come on you cramping my style “ Finn said embarrassed. They all started to laugh together.

Finn sat in his chair swinging back and forth with Camille's feet cross on the edge of the bed. “ So I guess you got me back” Finn said. “I forgot about that. You didn’t seem like yourself so I came to check up on you” Camille said. “ So you care. And all this time I thought you were jealous of my charm “ Finn said jokingly. “ No. I’m just jealous you didn’t tell me about this brother of yours “ Camille said with an eat shit grin. Damn did she look hot. Finn stops spinning in his chair and looks at her. Shit, she heard everything “ What you hear” Finn said coming closer to her. She had a sweet scent. She gazes in his eyes and started to laugh. “Yeah not gonna happen. I’m not telling you. Just next time tell your mom I like dudes and dudes alone” Camille said looking down. Finn nod and push back away. “Sure. And you would not like him he boring. Not cool like me, you know “ Finn said nonchalantly. She rolled her eyes and said okay.

Finn sat next to Camille on the black leather sectional sofa with his mom sitting on the other end with dad. They sat together and watch a movie. He looks around at his family then his partner before he would have thought it was strange stupid. Now it something to this day he remembers as one of the happiest days of his life. Looking over his mom was lending on dad's shoulder. “Thanks, Cam cam" Finn whispers to her. She touches his shoulder softly and said any time Finno.

Finn waited for Camille in his car. She hugs both of them walk out towards the car. Mom rushes to her and passed her a paper and kiss her cheek. The drive was silent though the music that played on the radio. Finn turns it down and pulled to the side of the road. “ Look Camille I.. I “ Finn started to say. Camille turn to him put her finger to his mouth to stop him from going any further. “ Finn don’t worry. I won’t say anything” Camille said gazing at him placing her hand back on her lap. Finn ropes his arm around the back of the seat. “ Thanks. I don’t know why it’s a big deal. Honestly, they all don’t care. Stupid huh” Finn said with red cheeks. She sat facing him and nod her head no. “ It’s not stupid. At all Finn. It’s what you want. You should know your dad and mom are so proud of you. Like really really proud. That’s what we talked about before you came” Camille said sincerely. Finn nod. “Thanks. I haven’t seen them laugh in a long time. Then dinner. It’s like it was fake but real. My dad usually can’t stand being in the same room with us” Finn said. She looks at him. He knew what she wanted to say. “ My aunt and uncle never eat with each together either. If you could not tell from the way they act. Since I live with them we never even use that dining table. I don’t even think I ever had dinner night, to be honest. Finn in the future if you need someone to talk or to listen please call or text me. It is less gray hair for me “ Camille said softly rubbing her hand through her dark caramel curls. He smiled. No one ever did this before “ I keep that in mind. Thanks, Camille. It means a lot” Finn said. She looks away then again at him. “ My parents died in a horrible car crash. I was there when it happened too. I woke up bald to be told they were gone. Then to be giving to people who don’t want kids. I wish I could enjoy time with them even one second. That’s why I don’t want to tell them about the party. It just is one more thing they can probably believe is a problem” Camille said with sorrow. He never really saw much from her. Emotion. She probably never told a soul open up but he knew she was showing him it was okay. No matter what happening going to happen it will be okay.

Finn wiped his eyes and drove her home. She hugged him and whisper it be okay. Okay. Walking back inside he stops at his parents' room and covers them with a blanket. They were together. Dad wasn’t on the recliner mom wasn’t crying. No, they were at peace. One day and she change that like a heaven touch.

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