whyareuherewhat

[whyareuherewhat]

the sideshow spectacular: week one

☞ pairing: nurse!ryomen sukuna x f!reader

☞ word count: ~4.6k

☞ short description: yandere fertility nurse sukuna who thinks he's pulling a fast one on you except you're yan4yan and have masterminded this exact situation from the start

☞ content warnings: dark content, modern au, no curse au, yan4yan, yandere behavior, medical play kink, breeding kink, light bondage, inappropriate power dynamic, baby trapping, afab!reader, feminine descriptors + pronouns, blink and you miss it daddy kink, probably a lot more honestly i'm sorry for being a pervert

☞ notes: credit shhhhh don't look at what time this was posted i *definitely* made the cut off for week 1 also this came to me in a vision and then i feverishly wrote between today and yesterday also this is my first posted smut ever pls be nice also also also not beta'd not edited we die like men have fun xoxoxo

You have turned him into a monster.

You, with your kind smile, the way you offer it so carelessly to every person you meet. You, with your adorable gestures, fidgeting and fiddling with pens, magazines, the edges of your skirts as you sit in the waiting room. You, with those trusting eyes, lashes fluttering at every passing sensitivity. He could read your emotions clear as day, and spent too much of his time doing so, pretending to work behind an antiquated desktop as he side eyed you.

The other nurses had caught on, of course - ever watchful hens, they were quick to pinpoint his interest in you, tutting at him in the break room only for a moment about it being inappropriate to desire patients. Their admonishments turned teasing without him interfering, settling into their usual lust for office gossip without another acknowledgement. In truth, his coworkers were delighted, in fact, by the pink haired man "softening" over you.

This would have drawn his ire, even his retaliation in most instances. Until Sukuna realized he was purposely being slid your chart whenever your monthly appointment rolled around, an unexpected convenience in Sukuna's intricate plan to claim you as his own.

He had only heard of your husband in passing, the man only present at your introductory interview with the fertility team and the first few appointments before his obligation to you waned. Sukuna despised him for it on principle, but in practice, no other presence in the exam room meant having his bubble of heaven. A single half hour appointment, once a month, where he reviewed your chart, asked invasive questions about your health, took blood, gave the occasional ultrasound, offered advice on the repetitious nature of fertility treatments, and flirted his ass off as he watched you giggle and squirm under his attention. The prospect of cucking this faceless man only added to Sukuna's dark desires.

Today was finally the day. It was even circled on his desk calendar, red ink.

"You look handsome," you offered him the compliment easily, your voice obscuring the click of the door locking behind you both, back to him as you set your jacket on the extra chair. Sukuna preened for a second, smiling to himself.

Sukuna was wearing a tight, long sleeve black shirt beneath his favorite maroon red scrubs, the smallest hint of a chain beneath his collar, and comfortable black sneakers - none of his piercings, sadly, and since his interview, he had worn make up to cover his face and neck tattoos at work as well.

He knew you meant it too, as he diligently wore the exact same outfit to every one of your appointments since the first time you had complimented him all those months ago.

"Already buttering me up, you better not be trying to get out of your blood work," Sukuna teased as he opened one of the nearby cabinet drawers, retrieving his special black gloves that only he was allowed to use, quietly noting that none were missing with a smirk.

"You always remind me of a tattoo artist with those," you deflected, tossing him one of your oh-so pretty smiles.

"Y'know, I buy these with my own money, and I'm gonna let you in on a lil' secret... That's why, that's what I want you to think," Sukuna bantered back, so at ease around you that he rolled his sleeves up thoughtlessly before making a show out of snapping the nitrile against his wrists. He had never done that before.

You had caught wisps in the past, only question marks until today. Thick black bands of tattooed ink sat around his wrists, hidden now beneath his gloves that blended so well against them, it made sense why he liked them so much.

Your mouth went dry at the sight, licking your lips as you choked out to him, "I didn't know you had tattoos."

The tone of your voice had him raising a brow, lopsided smirk already in place, "Is that a deal breaker, baby?" If only you knew.

"Those can't be the only ones," you replied, and if Sukuna wasn't mistaken, there was a lilt of hope sitting between your words, causing his smirk to soften to a smile, his heart wrenching for a moment at you. You. He was going to ruin you.

That when he noticed that you were still standing awkwardly, your things deposited in the nearby chairs as you rocked on the balls of your feet, something about you seemingly overwhelming tense despite being in such good company. You were being different today too; Sukuna hoped you didn't sense something was amiss.

"Everything okay with you today, doll?"

"I, um... I was wondering if we could wait, actually, to do the ultra sound today," you started shyly, and he could tell you were fighting the urge to wring your hands as your fingertips jittered against your wrists. Despite your words, he continued to dig materials out of the cabinets, glancing at you over his shoulder as he spoke.

"You want to do blood first? Feeling bold today, sweet girl?" Sukuna hoped so, he had big plans for you. He turned from the cabinet to approach you to do the prep work. He didn't want to waste anymore time, but maybe having you light-headed from lack of blood wasn't such a bad idea - he stopped when he saw the look on your face.

"Is there any way I can have a physical exam today, actually? Y'know, like my annual one, but instead... now," your question was rushed as you looked toward him but not at him, and Sukuna knew this because he was staring you down, a predator honing in on his prey. He felt like he could hear your pulse from where he stood, and it made his mouth water.

"You mean your pelvic exam?" he repeated, almost dumbfounded at his luck - were you stupid or naive? Nurses didn't give pelvic exams, that was the doctor's job. Your chart only had an appointment for your usual round of bullshit, blood and ultrasound, Sukuna trying to upsell you hormones your insurance wouldn't cover, blah blah blah.

God, you were so pretty and dumb, was this on purpose? Were you trying to manipulate him? You'd been here enough times to know better, right ? When was the universe ever so giving? Sukuna figured there was really no way you'd fall for what he was about to try, sure this was your attempt at catching him red handed in his obsession over you, but he didn't care. He'd take the bait, even if it was a shot in the dark for you.

His head had cocked with his thoughts, a lopsided grin unfurling across his cheeks as he regarded you with darkening eyes, coughing to clear the husk of his arousal from his voice. "You know, the doctor has been in and out all morning. Something with her kids. I'd hate for you to get stuck waiting around for her. I could always administer the exam, if you'd like."

He very much could not, but he kept his wicked smirk in place, silently praying you wouldn't call his bluff. To Sukuna's delight, your gaze twitched between him and the exam table, knees rubbing together briefly before your hesitation subsided and you made a half step in its direction, wavering as you looked down at yourself. He understood in an instant, clicking his tongue in recognition as he went back to the drawers to dig out an exam gown for you, both your hands lingering on the package when he passed it forward.

"I'll step ou-"

"No, you can just... stay," you sounded much more confident now, cutting him off with a defiant look in your eye, the smallest curl of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, "You're going to see everything anyway, right? J-just turn around, maybe?"

You were so cute, he wished he could kiss you right then. Using every ounce of his control to suppress his smirk, Sukuna turned on his heel and faced the opposing wall dutifully, the urge to peek over his shoulder at you easy to resist when he knew exactly where all this was leading. As if the wheels hadn't been in motion since before you had even arrived today.

It was sort of erotic, though, to hear the jostle of your clothes hitting the floor, knowing you were naked and so close to him, and being unable to touch or see. Not yet. A little more patience and he knew he would reap the best of rewards. You cleared your throat when you were ready and Sukuna turned, unable to hid his smirk now that he saw you in the silly canary yellow exam gown they gave people here. You were still adorable, though.

Stepping to the side, Sukuna pulled out the lowest shelf of the table to act as a foot stool and help you up, before moving to each side to unfurl the arms of the stirrups he'd be putting your feet into. He couldn't think about it too much or his cock might hear, already on thin ice until you were properly restrained. The room had grown painfully quiet, Sukuna unable to continue joking with you when he was barely keeping his hands off you.

It was taking every ounce of his self control to not start panting and drooling like a dog at the way you quietly obeyed him, without question. So trusting... So easy, it took nothing to lead you down his path of corruption. His skin was starting to get hot, but Sukuna ignored the prickling beneath his shirt, knowing he needed to retain focus now more than ever. Oh, you were speaking. Fuck.

"I read online that during ovulation, there can be blockages that, like, can contribute to the problems I'm... having, you know," you were rambling, words rushed, and Sukuna realized you were embarrassed by the information you were offering. Cute, so fucking cute. You probably should be, it sounded like snake oil garbage, but Sukuna thanked whatever AI algorithm spat that nonsense into your brain as he nodded along.

"Hmmmm, well, that's only sort of true," he hummed through the lie easily, trying not to let his fingertips linger too long against the soft skin of your calf, your ankle as Sukuna strapped your left foot into place. He was even quicker with the right one, worried you may change your mind if he idled too long.

He used his foot to kick the rolling stool closer and sat down in a smooth motion. He couldn't give you a moment to think, because if he did, you may realize your mistake. Sukuna's hands were already beneath your gown as he rubbed both palms eagerly at your inner thighs, cooing from beneath you when you jolted at the sensation, "Hey, it's okay, it's just me. You trust me, yeah? I'm not going to hurt you."

Only some of it was a lie, but you eased regardless, somehow relaxing when you shouldn't be. Sukuna would've clicked his tongue, admonished you, if he wasn't the villain in this story.

"I'm going to look at you now," it was a command more than a question, not waiting for your consent before his hands are moving to your outer thighs, pushing the gown up easily, the fabric already wanting to give from the angle of your legs in the stirrups. It just needed some encouragement.

Glancing up at you, Sukuna noted your fluttering eyelashes and shallow breaths, and realized you probably needed some encouragement too.

"So beautiful," he couldn't stop his silky whisper, barely even trying to keep up the ruse that had put you here, careless as he finally gazed at your perfect pussy, splayed out wide for him. He wanted to touch. He needed to taste.

"Y-yeah?" the quiver in your tone perfect, and Sukuna fought the urge to moan at the entire situation, wondering how someone as bad as him could have such a perfect moment unfolding like this.

"My prognosis is that you have pretty pussy syndrome," Sukuna couldn't even stop himself now, having gone mad as soon as he could smell your arousal, spit pooling on his tongue as his fingers twitched on your thighs. He wanted to touch you everywhere. He wanted to have everything. He leaned closer, his breath beginning to fan over your folds, using two fingers to spread you even further, really expose every inch of you to him. He had dreamed of it for so long, Sukuna couldn't help but linger here, just a moment.

"I d-don't think you're supposed to talk to me like t-that," you wriggled beneath him despite your words, probably beginning to realize this may have been a bad idea, but it was too late for you. You'd have to scream, and to be frank, Sukuna would shut you up before anyone could intervene. He was too close to what he wanted to be stopped now - not that you would. The wetness leaking out of your pulsing little entrance reassured him.

"Yeah? That was unprofessional of me, wasn't it?" Sukuna feigned agreement before he was licked a flat stripe from your perineum to your clit, making sure to linger and kiss at the hooded bud once, twice before giving an experimental suck, earning him a pitched keen that had him grinning.

"But then why are you so wet for me, doll?" the pet name dripped venomously off his tongue as two deft fingers pinched and rolled at your clit, crimson gaze peering up your body at your reaction. The look on your face was almost enough to make him cum right there; your tongue was poking out between your lips as you panted, eyes hazy and hooded, unable to tear your gaze from where Sukuna sat between your legs and continued his ministrations. You already looked fucked out, and he was just getting started.

He laved his tongue gently against your rapidly engorging clit, another whimper falling from your lips when a fingertip started to tease at your fluttering entrance. Already so sopping wet with the prettiest slick he'd ever tasted, he was so entranced by you that he was hardly listening.

"T-this isn't... This is different than what-" You sounded so cute like this, all high pitched and whining. Needy for something you couldn't ask for, not yet, not that you'd have to - Sukuna knew he'd give it to you, give it all to you, give you everything he had.

"We're doing a different kind of exam, doll. I'm not your gynecologist," Sukuna chided back with a sharp laugh, his words full of a condescending mirth as he sunk two fingers deep into your cunt, fighting his own moan at how easily your pulsing hole gave way to him. A moment longer of watching your cunt gobble up his fingers to the knuckle and Sukuna was going to finger bang you to death, truly.

The nitrile gloves were definitely the culprit, the addition of all your slick eradicating any friction. To be fair, your pussy was tight enough that when your walls fluttered around the sudden intrusion, Sukuna had a momentary worry that making you cum might break his hand. It'd be worth it though, so the thought passed him by.

He curled his fingers deeper, prodding and scissoring against the gummy slick of your walls, searching for the spot that would make you sing. He knew as soon as he did, a sharp inhale followed by a whimper leaving your mouth, and the man fought against his urge to grin at all the pretty sounds you were making just for him. Because of him.

He shushed you, easing the pressure against your G-spot, just swirling the pads of his fingers in a circular motion as he purred your name before admonishing you softly, "I really do need you to quiet down, we can't disturb the other patients in the waiting room. Can you be good?"

Your bottom lip was firmly beneath your teeth but wobbling precariously, the sight of you adorable but albeit, not very reassuring. Sighing, Sukuna slipped his fingers out of you, which left you whimpering and squirming, much to his pleasure. Standing between your legs, he regarded you with a cold scowl for a moment before reaching down both hands to shove your exam gown higher from your hips , up up up, not stopping until he'd bunched it beneath your arm pits and freed the jiggling fat of your breasts to the chill in the air. You didn't even wear a bra, whore. His characteristic smirk was back in place at the newfound sight of you.

He couldn't help but stare for a moment. He didn't think he could get away with taking a picture, and he needed to commit this to memory.

After a moment, he reached for the hem of your gown again, this time bunching a fistful together before pressing it against your lips, his smirk going crooked with arousal when you took it with a tentative bite, the pretty doe eyes gazing up at him starting to water.

"Shhh, don't worry, I'm prescribing the perfect fertility treatment for you today, it's even covered by your insurance," Sukuna shushed, the comfort and sympathy offered obviously fake as his fingers tips caught on your entrance again, unceremoniously shoving three forward. Maybe Sukuna was the one who needed the gag - he all but groaned when half his hand sunk into your pussy without resistance, your messy hole squelching loudly for him.

Your eyes immediately rolled as he began an unforgiving pace, hammering his knuckles against your thinly stretched entrance, his other hand having shoved into his pants to fist his cock for even the smallest ounce of relief. Despite your muffled whines to the contrary, your hands began to smack helplessly against his shoulders, the only defense you had to the onslaught of pleasure as you were otherwise pinned and tied to the exam table, by your own wishes. You had, quite literally in Sukuna's opinion, asked for this.

Sukuna squeezed the base of his cock when your flimsy pushing against his chest finally registered, because you weren't even really trying to get him away, because you were still moaning like a little bitch. He almost came at the thought.

His thumb found your clit with ease, the poor thing swollen and begging for attention as he swiped against it, and he had been right in his earlier observation; the added sensation had your pussy clenching down around him so hard, one of his fingers folded over another, practically crushing his knuckles from pressing into you any deeper. You were about to cum for him. That wicked smile of his began to curl across Sukuna's features as his other hand left his cock to take over at your clit, flicking back and forth in a quick motion while the hand buried in your cunt gave several practiced tilts forward.

"Pretty little doll," he groaned hoarsely, pressing in hard against the spongy tissue of your G-spot until your back arched from the table, tits wobbling in the air. Sukuna knew what you needed, grunting a commanding, "Now, cum for me now," before surging forward to bite one of your perfect nipples, the sudden change in angle and added sensation your ultimate undoing.

Like a bow pulled taut, you snapped at your peak, a surprised shout barely escaping your throat before your cunt flexed hard, before splitting itself open with a gush of clear liquid around Sukuna's eagerly awaiting palms, the hand inside you stilled to let you ride on while he continued to lazily flick your clit, prolonging your orgasm as long as he could.

You were going to feel heavenly around his cock.

Sukuna felt his eyes roll back as he mercilessly pummeled his hips forward, unable to slow himself down, your cunt filled to the brim with his girth. His hand was grasped so firmly over your mouth, you could only helplessly cry out against his palm, laving your tongue and teeth over the skin for some amount of grounding sensation as the man ruthlessly fucked into you.

The stirrups had kept you spread wide for him, unable to wriggle away from pleasure and pain alike, and a puddle was forming on the floor as your needy cunt drooled around his abusive thickness. So perfectly fucked out, just for him. Your walls fluttering indistinctly from the spasms of your orgasms, your euphoria evident from your slick sodden pussy, your heavily lidded gaze, your labored gasps for air beneath his hand. Grinning, he pinched two fingers together and closed your nose, and your entire cunt clenched, and Sukuna barely stifled his own groan as he ricocheted into you with renewed vigor. He let go when your eyes began to roll, and it seemed that the flood of oxygen back into your brain combined with the frenzied thrust of his hips had you shattering around him once again.

"Oh my god, look at you," Sukuna choked out lowly, "you're just sucking me in, it's like-"

He was gazing down to where your bodies connected, wonder twinkling behind heavily lidded maroon eyes as he watched your cunt take him still, after already cumming twice and probably so sensitive, still. His heart hammered in his chest, the pressure at the base of his cock getting dizzying, making his mouth run as his brow furrowed, unable to take his eyes away from your drooling slit as he chased his high.

The exam room stank with sex, filled with the wet slaps of his hips and low grunts, your cum drunk mewls broken and pitchy and barely muffled by your spit-soaked gown. It was a wonder you both hadn't been caught yet, but at this point, it just seemed to be Sukuna's lucky day.

"You want me to cum in you, don't you?" Sukuna asked breathlessly, not actually caring for the answer, because this had been the point all along. The entire plan hinged on filling you to the brim with his seed.

"You want my fucking cum, you want to be bred by me and not your stupid fucking husband. You want me to fuck a baby into you, you dirty fucking whore, so shameless," as he spoke, his thrusts began to speed up, his control finally dwindling as he hammered recklessly into your perfect sopping cunt. He was unable to stop himself from reaching down to grind his palm against your clit, adoring the way your walls gripped his shaft, milking his thickness for all he was worth.

"It doesn't matter what you want, m'gonna do it anyway," he hissed, crimson eyes wide and wild and boring down at the pussy he planned to fill with his seed, absolutely deranged with his singularly focused obsession, and the sight had you shuddering around him again, your third orgasm unexpected for the both of you.

Sukuna had no chance against your spasming walls this time, his hand finding your throat and dragging you up for a ruthless, harsh first kiss. More of a mashing tongues before Sukuna cried out with a growl, dropping his head to muffle himself with a bite to your shoulder. Instinct shoved his hips forward, burying his cock as close to your womb as physically possible as he came, flooding you with warmth. His cock jumped inside of you, twitching and sensitive against your fluttering walls, both of you hissing and moaning softly as your hips continued to rock slowly, riding out the overstimulation.

Your chests were pressed skin to skin, Sukuna's head was still tucked in the space between your neck and your shoulder as you both came down from your highs, silent except for the shared panting. Sukuna was the first to speak, chuckling as he lulled his tongue against the mark he had left, kissing the already blossoming redness in a surprising act of tenderness.

"I marked you up pretty bad, doll, between that and my baby, I don't think you're getting away with any of this. What're you gonna tell your man?" Sukuna didn't know if it was pride or jealously twinging his words, but whatever it was, it tasted bitter on his tongue, despite all the blessings he'd received today.

A beat passed before you tried to sit up on your elbows, the angle of the exam table not exactly helping, once hazy eyes now trained on his, absolutely twinkling as you murmured, "Probably nothing, I guess... considering I'm not married." You wriggled beneath him, still pinned beneath his chest as you danced your hips back and forth around his softening length, making cum leak out and down your puffy slit in a proud display.

"What?" His cock hadn't even come out of you yet. You were gonna make him hard again if you kept that up.

You giggled, the sound sparkling with delight as you repeated, "I'm not married. That man isn't my husband."

"He's been here... It's part of our screening process."

"He's just some actor guy I hired. I don't even know him." You didn't even have the nerve to sound embarrassed.

"What does that mean? He gives samples-"

"I give samples on my 'husband's' behalf. Why do you think our treatments haven't worked?" your smile had grown wicked, a twin lopsided grin to the one he usually wore, pupils dilated as you admitted your sins, your pussy even giving a little spasm on his now rapidly hardening cock. You were getting off on this, you little she-devil.

"Then what's even the point in coming to a fucking fertility clinic if you're not-"

"All for this. All for you," your confession both the sweetest and most deranged thing he had ever heard of in his life, and that was saying something, considering... him.

His heart skipped a beat.

Sukuna was pretty sure he was in love with you.

You thought you had finally stunned him. You had, for a moment, like a flash bang. But Sukuna recovered quickly enough, reaching an expert hand down to drag the middle shelf out from the front of the exam table. He stepped his right foot forward before hoisting a knee to plant his left foot firmly on the stool, using the advantage of his palms already under your knees to unceremoniously shove you into deep mating press, no longer constrained by stirrups.

His fat cock could bully against your cervix easily now, and considering he never skipped leg day, his stamina in this position was nothing to be trifled with. He gave an experimental roll of his hips, sinking tip to hilt without any resistance, the movement causing you to shout hoarsely at how quickly his balls pressed against your asshole.

"Oh you fucking slut," Sukuna purred in delight, his condescension sticky sweet, "Since you want my baby so bad, we'll make extra sure it sticks this time, but you gotta be quiet and we gotta be quick." You opened wide as he grabbed a handful of his special black gloves from their box and balling them into your gleefully awaiting mouth. Leaning forward so you were caged against his chest, Sukuna rolled his cock deeply into you again, content with your muffled whine of ecstasy, before setting a brutal pace into your already cum sodden cunt.

"And call me Daddy this time."

[whyareuherewhat]

"𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫." — 𝑉𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐽𝐽𝐾 𝑀𝑒𝑛

❥ ┊𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; NSFW/Dark Content

❥ ┊𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; each part will have individual warnings, fem!reader, monster men, body horror, blood/gore, non-con/dub-con, more will be added.

❥ ┊𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; I've always wanted to do something for Kinktober, however I am not the fastest writer in the world. So, this is simply inspired by the month and may end up lasting a while. Cross your fingers! I may even add more men to this list... who knows. I may even change what they end up being, this is really just an idea list.

"𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛." — 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; TBA

"𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡" — 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; TBA

"𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠" — 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒀𝒖𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒐��𝒊

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; TBA

"𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔" — 𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; TBA

"𝐺𝑜𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠" — 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; TBA

"𝐷𝑜 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟" — 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝑭𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; TBA

"𝐺𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠" — 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 𝑭𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; TBA

[whyareuherewhat]

fuck everyone, imma kill everyone in this room and then myself

[whyareuherewhat]

Anything You Need | One-Shot (Yeosang)

Rating/Genre: M18+, friends to lovers; smut 💖, a bit of fluff/comfort Pairings: Yeosang x Reader(f) Warnings: Explicit smut, big dick!Yeosang, not like monster cock but just like big enough that your mouth waters a little y’know?, sort of size kink too, pining!! and crushing!!, slight embarrassment/degradation but nothing crazy, Yeosang is an adorable bean, unprotected vaginal penetration, nearly coming too quickly (i can’t help myself), creampie, hair pulling, the tiniest bits of internal angst, subby!Yeo i guess bc he's kind of deferring to reader, a bit open-ended but like yk they'd get together anyway, references to anxiety/stress but very glossed over Word Count: 4.6k Summary: Yeosang thinks he'd probably do anything for you. He'll even lay on you when you need a makeshift weighted blanket, even if it makes him fucking nervous.

“Here.” You nudge closer, draping half the blanket over Yeosang’s lap.

Better than the blanket is how the side of your body is now gently pressing against the side of his, warm and soft. It’s not like you’ve never touched him before – but you also don't usually cuddle up close so now he’s looking at you a little surprised before awkwardly training his eyes back on the TV. 

You don’t seem to notice, all relaxed next to him, pulling the blanket up a little higher to cover your bare arms. 

“Do you want a sweatshirt?” he says, hoping you’ll say yes. 

“Nah, I’m ok. You’re warm,” you say, leaning into him a touch more, and suddenly he’s ok with you not accepting the offer. 

Yeosang has had a crush on you for what must be almost your entire friendship but he’s never usually this on edge with you. Maybe it’s because you showed up in the prettiest – and, somehow consequently, sexiest – little outfit today. Or maybe it’s because you had called him up saying you needed a distraction and had been a little extra clingy since you’d arrived at his apartment. 

You laugh quietly at the TV and he can’t help but smile. God, why do you have to be so adorable? It makes it a little hard to focus on the show rather than your shoulder against his. Or your thigh against his thigh. If he’s honest, sometimes he thinks past your shoulder or your thigh. And, fuck, he always feels really bad about it. 

It’s like without even trying, the sight of every tight t-shirt you’ve ever worn is emblazoned on this brain. He can’t even let himself think about you in one of your bikinis because that causes bigger issues, issues he can only deal with when alone.

Now, with you being extra clingy… He’s just so awkward, trying not to think about you like that, trying not to think that you cuddling up to him means anything because, of course, it doesn’t. You’re friendly, you have plenty of friends. If you were to like a friend, it surely wouldn’t be him, right?

At some point, your head ends up on his shoulder. Then not long after, you’re yawning. 

Yeosang gulps, trying not to move so as to not disturb you. “Tired?”

“Long day,” you murmur. 

“You didn’t actually tell me what’s going on.” You are definitely being quieter than usual but Yeosang’s not the type to press. 

“Nothing really. I just—” You yawn again, stretching a little as you press against him. “Wanted to be around someone, I guess.”

So you came to him? That shouldn’t spark quite as much satisfaction in him as it does. 

You take in a deep breath, lifting your head, and Yeosang inwardly curses. “Should I go? It is kinda late.”

“Oh, you– you don’t have to,” he says softly before an idea slips into his mind and out of his mouth. “You can even stay over if you want. It’s Saturday tomorrow.”

You smile a little, and he catches it. 

“I don’t mind crashing on the couch anyway.”

“Oh my god,” you snort, pushing him gently. “No, no way, I can take the couch.”

He frowns at you, how silly and sweet you are. “Nope.”

“Fine, then sleep in the bed with me at least.”

You don’t mean anything by it but Yeosang thinks his palms immediately begin to sweat. There’s no way he’s saying no though. 

-

You get in on his side, in his sweatpants, his t-shirt. Yeosang doesn’t say anything; he just slides under the sheets on the other side and sits, looking over at you as you lock your phone and slip it onto his nightstand. 

When you roll back, you sigh, sinking into his pillow. He starts, realizing he’s staring, and flicks the light off before laying down next to you, enough space between that you can’t possibly think he’s trying something. 

“Yeosang-ah?” you say quietly. 

“Yeah?”

“You’re nice.”

He smiles audibly, a bit confused. “So are you?”

You laugh a little and roll to face him, and he follows suit. 

“What’s goin’ on?”

You’re not your usual self and making sure you’re ok is way more important than his stressing that you are in his bed for the first time ever.

“Nothing really. Just felt anxious today.”

“Can I help?” His eyes have adjusted enough that he can see the way your hands are fidgeting with the edge of his blanket.

“Maybe,” you say, your tone heavily unsure.

“Ok, well, just let me know.”

“I kind of just… Would you lay on top of me?”

He stills and it feels like his heart does as well. 

“I think the weight would be comforting.”

“Oh, ok, I– yeah. Yeah, I can do that,” he says, pushing away every stupid fictitious thought to focus on your very real request. 

“Thank you,” you say so softly and cutely that he thinks he might die as he props himself on an elbow and watches you roll onto your back once again. 

“Umm, ok,” he mutters to himself as he shifts closer, starting to smile shyly when you giggle at his awkwardness while rolling, placing a hand near your opposite shoulder until he’s holding himself over you. 

“You have to actually… put your weight on me for it to work,” you tease in a whisper, but you're so close, lying under him, your eyes somehow sparkling a little, even in the minimal light. 

He suppresses an embarrassed smile but cringes hard inwardly. Oh, no… What if you feel his dick through his sweats?

“Where do I–?” he stutters, lowering himself onto one elbow and letting most of his body cover you. Then he’s lost at where to put his head. God, this is so awkward – ten times more so because he desperately wishes he was in this exact position in a very different context. And you don’t even know. Shit, is he a bad person for agreeing to this when you don’t know the full story?

Both of you chuckle again then your hand is finding the back of his head and guiding it down to rest on your shoulder, your other arm coming across his back. Together, almost as if it were on purpose, you take a deep breath and as you both let it out, Yeosang finally releases the tension in his shoulders and torso, letting the majority of his weight rest on you. 

“Mmm,” you hum out, squeezing briefly as if to express the desire for him to stay. 

“This ok?” he asks, not even believing that his face is tucked near your neck right now. You smell fucking incredible, and if you weren’t so lovely – and completely oblivious to his crush on you – then he’d swear you were trying to torture him. 

“Yeah,” you say so softly, relieved even. “Thank you.”

He stays quiet, trying not to think too hard about how each part of you feels. “I’m not too heavy?”

“No, it feels so good,” you promise, just as your fingers card lightly through the back of his hair. 

He should be relaxed but he can hear his heart pumping in his chest. 

Or, wait… Is that your heartbeat? It’s beating fast. Shouldn’t it be slowing down if the anxiety is lessening?

“Do you think it’s helping?”

“I think so,” you whisper. “Feels nice either way.”

“Mhm,” he agrees, nodding his head against you a little until he’s accidentally nuzzling into you, his arms pressing a little closer to your sides. 

He knows he shouldn’t. He especially needs to stop before he gets hard and makes the biggest fool of himself. But, fuck, you feel amazing and you’re holding him tighter, adjusting slightly so that your legs are interconnected with his, leaving no part of him uncuddled. 

He knows he shouldn’t but his nose brushes the side of your neck. Your hand grazes over his back, under the covers, so there’s only his thin shirt between you. 

“What are you so muscular for, huh?”

“What?” he breathes out, barely audible. 

“You’re…bigger,” you say playfully, giving his shoulder a little squeeze. 

Really, you are torturing him. 

“All the better to lie on you with?” he jokes back.

“Mm, true.”

He processes for a moment, getting bashful. “I’m not that big.”

“Bigger,” you mutter stubbornly. “Whatever. Strong– You’re strong.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he says, lifting up onto an elbow to be able to look at you, because maybe reading your face will be helpful. You’ve never mentioned his physique before. Have given no indication that you’ve noticed it, before he started going to the gym often, or these days. 

But looking at you is a mistake because you’re looking right at him too, even though it’s dark. 

“How strong are you?”

He breathes out another shy laugh, dipping his head until his forehead hits your shoulder. “Wha…?” He feels crazy because he’s almost certain you’re flirting with him. 

“Like how much can you… lift?”

“You thinking of getting into it?” he tries to playfully deflect but it’s still shy and awkward.

You smile at that before pulling him back down onto your chest and letting out a faint: “Just curious.”

His brows furrow but he relaxes back down on you before answering earnestly. “I’m benching, like, sixty kilos.”

“Isn’t that like how much you weigh?” you ask, genuinely surprised.

He snorts quietly. “Yeah, close.”

“Jesus,” you breathe, and he likes that you sound kind of impressed. 

Why are you doing this? Especially with the way your hands are continuing to graze over the span of his back. And the way you shift under him a little, moving your hips slightly in adjustment, making certain things rub together.

Shit, shit, he really needs to not get hard. But his dick is literally against your inner thigh right now. The stupid ingrained desire to roll his hips a little bit is infuriating and so compelling. 

“That’s… kinda hot.”

Yeosang’s eyes shoot open wide, darting around while the rest of his body is frozen in place. He should say something. But what the fuck is he supposed to say to that?

“Thank… you?” he says awkwardly into your neck. 

You breathe out a quiet little laugh. “Thank you. For laying on me. And, just, for tonight. I’m really glad I came to yours.”

“Anytime.” And unfortunately, he truly does mean anytime. Lay on him. Step on him. Whatever you want. “Do you…still want…?” He props up again, innocently finding your eyes.

But you’re not looking at him; you’re watching your hand as it slips up over his shoulder to his neck. He feels a twisting inside of him, his lips parting a little in question though nothing comes out. 

Your wide eyes flick up to his. With the softest touch on the back of his neck, you direct him a little closer and before he can second guess it one more time, he closes the distance and kisses you, while he promptly freaks out inside. 

You’re a dream. Or so, you must be because the two of you are kissing in his bed just like he’s thought about maybe a hundred times. But even in his dreams, he’d try to be good, feeling too bad about wanting you in a way that you didn’t reciprocate.

Well, you were definitely reciprocating, the gentle hold on the side of his neck keeping him close, so that even when he releases your lips, they’re still brushing against yours, letting your breath mingle together.

“Can I… kiss you?” he asks softly, brain lagging horrendously because he had always assumed that if he was ever going to try to kiss you, he would ask you first. 

You smile and nod very slightly. “A little slow on that one, bud.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out in nervous laughter, turning his head away. 

But you pull it back, catching his lips again as your pretty hand caresses his jaw. Your tongue teases at his lip and he’s a goner, shifting a bit onto his knees so he can kiss you more deeply, pulling a little moan from you that he can’t even believe.

He moans too, more pathetic than yours. A hand in his hair. A swirl of your tongue around his. Everything is a little too much and he’s already pretty hard even though it’s been all of two seconds.

You tug on his body a little just as you arch up into him, and he’s sure you can feel it because he can feel you, brushing against him through the two layers of fabric. He tries to lift his hips a little more, knows he should put space, but instead he just groans and waves his hips against the leg that’s between his.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” you say, a little stunned. 

A sound of embarrassed complaint comes out. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“What? No, it’s ok,” you say, wrapping a leg around his to try and keep him there. “You-you feel good.”

He goes to speak but all that comes out are his staggered breaths, his heart racing in his chest because he really thought for a second there that you were freaked out. 

“Can you… can you just–?” you say awkwardly. But your body speaks more clearly, lifting to try and roll against him as you simultaneously pull on his shirt. His thigh is between your legs, fully being ground on before he shakes out of his reverie and realizes it’s actually happening. And you’re whining a little, trying to get friction – from his body. You are using his body to get off. 

He lowers himself back down so that it’s easy for you to do, and the whole while he’s just getting harder and harder, little grazes of your thigh against his cock making it twitch and jerk in his sweats. 

Your eyes are closed now, hands gripping into his hair and shoulder as you writhe against him, the prettiest fucking sounds coming out of you until you’re whining his name.

“Yeah?” he breathes, letting his hips move in miniscule movements with you, almost like he’s fucking you. Almost. 

“You… feel kind of big.”

“Uh,” drops from his lips, his voice breaking a little. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Can I feel? Like, for real?”

Unconsciously, he licks his lips, looking down at you and your wide hopeful eyes. “Y-you wan–…?”

“Uh-huh,” you say with a nod. “Only if you want to.”

He puffs quietly in disbelief. “I want to. But, I, uh… I don’t have condoms.”

“Oh, um, I mean. I don’t mind. I’m on birth control. Remember?”

Right. Right, he did know that about you. But his blood is nowhere near his brain right now. 

He gulps again. Fucking you without a condom? “Seriously?” he whispers, pushing up onto his hands, letting even more weight press against where your legs are interlocked. 

You hum, your eyes closing again, hips still circling a little. “Mhm. Just really want to feel you…”

For a moment, he just breathes, letting his head hang forward as you rub on him. The sensation is so teasing; nothing compared to what you’re asking for but it already feels so fucking amazing that he’s kind of terrified to actually be inside you.

“Yeosangie,” you urge, all sweet and quiet, hands still holding tight to the sides of his shirt. 

He sits back on his heels, enough to pull it off with your help, then you’re already reaching for his waistband. He’d imagined you being needy but it had just been a fragment of his fantasy, not something real or tangible. 

While he shuffles them off, you get rid of your own shirt, sufficiently distracting him because – goddamn, you’re so gorgeous and sexy. He wants to touch and squeeze and lick and suck every part of you. 

More and more of you becomes exposed as you start to slip the rest of your clothes off, tossing them aside and leaving you bare for him in the mild darkness of the room. 

Your knees close unconsciously. “Agh, this is embarrassing,” you say suddenly, but he’s just looking at you, lost. “I’m, like, really wet.”

His gaze dips down then back up. “Not embarrassing,” he assures you quietly, letting his hands rest on your knees but making no attempt to move them. Instead, they open on their own, legs spreading to invite him in between them and then you’re reaching for him, pulling him down to press your lips together. 

Your hand moves down his body and he freezes, lips not even moving, when you wrap around him and slowly start to palm over him. “Fuck, you are big,” you sigh as you break from his mouth. 

“Not that big,” he says sheepishly, his forehead falling to your chest as he crumbles a little at your touch. He’s so sensitive so when you start to stroke him a bit more fully, using his precum to slide a little better, he already feels like he’s losing it. 

One hand still bunching in his hair, you lift your hips and direct him to you, teasing his cockhead over your folds, and you are so mind-numbingly wet, soaking his tip as it flicks over your clit.

He whimpers a little with you, lifting up but refusing to look you in the eyes. Instead, his view is of the thickness of his cock spreading your lips as you guide it up and down. Blinking a few times, he focuses better, able to actually see the way your shiny pussy is clenching around nothing with each teasing brush and his jaw falls open a bit. 

“Yeo,” you beg in a whisper, tilting your hips, grabbing at the round of his shoulder. 

He pushes in a couple inches, just enough for him to feel the intense tightness of your walls, all hot and gooey. 

You gasp, your breath catching, grip hardening, making Yeosang stop to watch you closely, holding himself over you. “Oh god,” you get out between sharp breaths. 

“Ok?”

Eyes closed, you nod, letting one hand slip between your legs to circle your clit slowly.

He doesn’t know what that means. Does he wait? You’re gripping him so tight, little pulses in time with the swirl on your fingers, and he can feel it slowly driving him insane.

He chokes a little on his spit before saying: “Can I…?”

You don’t reply; you simply grip his hip and pull him slowly into you, biting your lip the whole way. “Oh, fuuck–”

Brows furrowed, mouth still dropped open in pleasure – but he’s faring no better. In fact, it’s much much worse. You’re totally wrapped around him now and he could really explode any second. And the thought of coming deep inside you is just – fuck, he really has to think about something else. Anything else so he doesn’t come in one pump. 

It always lasted longer than one pump in his fantasies.

He lets out a little whimper.

“You can move.”

“I can’t,” he whispers back, finding your eyes in the dark and wincing a little. 

“Oh,” you breathe. “Can you kiss me then?”

“Yeah,” he barely gets out before he’s kissing you deeply, letting his feelings for you flood through him instead of the insane pleasure emanating from his groin. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.” He feels you smile against his lips. 

“Which part?”

He looks at you like you’re a little crazy. “All of it.”

“Not the part where you can’t actually fuck me?”

He feels his face flame, but you’re smirking up at him so cutely. “I–” He looks down, smiling despite himself, before gritting out: “I want to.”

“Then do it.” You squeeze around his cock, debilitating him. 

“I’m gonna come,” he mutters, figuring there was no point in being coy now. 

Your hips shift needily, and he watches as you bite your lip through a small smile, looking so sinfully gorgeous. 

For a second, he tells himself to do it, that he’s not going to come right away, but just as he starts to pull out, he can feel that tingling feeling that’s just too close to the edge. “God, this is so fucking embarrassing.”

You breathe out a little laugh, then earnestly say, “You’re so cute.”

His eyes squeeze shut, his head pressing to your chest again to hide. Then he feels your fingers brush through his hair, sending a little shiver through him. “You just… feel really good.”

You squeeze again, rolling your hips a little, essentially massaging his dick with your tight pussy. 

“God, Y/N,” he complains, hand gripping hard into the pillow. 

“Give me more please. Want you to fuck me,” you moan sweetly, switching to tug on his hair until your lips can meet again. “Your cock is so big and perfect, and I just want to come on it, ok?” you say between kisses, fucking yourself on his length as best you can.

“Y-yeah,” he chokes out, nodding against your lips, determined to fulfill your every wish, even though each word that spills out of you is just bringing him closer to his own spilling. 

“Yeah? Fuck me please?” you say hotly into his mouth before catching him in a harsher kiss. 

He groans, withdrawing from your perfect cunt to sink smoothly back in. He wants to please you so bad. So he does so again, staving off that tug of overwhelming pleasure until he’s made sure he’s given you everything you want. 

“Ahh, yes–” you sigh, writhing in rhythm with his movements. 

“Feels good?”

“Feels so fucking good…” Your head tips back, offering your neck to him so he buries his face in it, kissing the warm soft skin, making you moan some more. 

He can feel your hand between your legs; it only makes you tighter and louder once you start moving faster. Then you’re begging again and Yeosang really thinks he’s going to die.

“Please, Yeo. Make me come, wanna come for you–” you mumble through broken moans, your fingers in his hair gripping tighter. 

He swears your pussy is pulsing around his cock, so hot and tight, and maybe, just maybe, he can actually make you come before he completely loses it. 

“I’m so close–” you barely get out in a whisper. 

As soon as he starts fucking you harder, you’re crying out, waving your body to meet every hard thrust of his hips. It feels incredible but nothing can compare to the way you keep moaning his name like this is the most pleasure you've ever received in your entire goddamn life. 

“Y-you feel so good, fuck. I’m gonna…” he warns you, voice cracking with desperation, the feeling too perfect he can barely think straight. 

You tense, back arching. “Oh my god, oh my god– Ahh–” Holy shit, you’re coming, trembling, whimpering, your cunt sucking him in. 

It’s barely a second after the fact hits him before he’s letting go with a loud pathetic groan, pumping his cum into you over and over, because even once it becomes too much, it’s still too good to stop. It’s actually happening – he needs to take advantage of every second, feel every part of you for as long as possible. 

Even when he slows, feeling the thin layer of sweat that’s beaded on the back of his neck, he can’t actually stop, still rolling into you, feeling the creamy mess the both of you have made. God, it makes him want to come again already. Give you all of it again.

“Fucking hell…” you breathe out, the rising and falling of your chest somehow in-sync with his own. Finally, you lock his hips in with your thighs, stilling him while he’s pressed all the way in, and pull him down on top of you, encouraging him to let go of his weight once more. 

He feels like he’s crushing you but for once, he doesn’t care. Your arms around him allow him not to care. It’s hot but he doesn’t care about that either. Just you. Always you. 

There’s still pleasure coursing through him but his mind is starting to come back and make him aware of what just happened and the fact that he’s still inside you. He groans a little, lifting up onto his forearms so he can look at you in blissed out awe. You stare up at him only a second before gently guiding him into another kiss, so slow and soft that he feels like putty. 

“Thanks for… making me feel better,” you say quietly with a touch of play and a touch of bashfulness. 

He huffs a tiny chuckle. “Uh– my pleasure.” It makes you laugh just a bit, and he likes it.

Gently, in-time, you unravel from each other and he rolls away from you, watching as you slip off the bed, scoop up the t-shirt he gave you, and tip-toe out of the room across the hall, the sound of the bathroom door closing ringing loud in the quiet of night. 

Yeosang takes the biggest breath he thinks he’s ever taken. He must disassociate because suddenly you’re re-entering the room, clothed just enough to look cute instead of sexy. 

You look at him shyly but you still smile as you crawl back in on his side and cuddle into the covers. Then you shuffle closer to him, pressing your bare legs against his. “Cold,” you whisper with a shiver.

He wraps around you, feeling pretty confident that he’s reading that cue correctly. “Better?”

You hum in affirmation and nuzzle into his chest. 

“Good,” he says so quietly into the darkness, trying to slow his breath and heart so he might actually be able to sleep. 

-

When he wakes, the memory of last night hits him right away. With a little groan, he rolls over slowly, flutters his eyes open, finding the mattress empty next to him, then just stares at the nothingness for a second. Huh?

He sits up, blinks around the morning sun-bathed room. There’s no way he actually dreamt that. He felt everything. Plus, he’s on the wrong side of his bed. 

You left before he woke up?

Shit, shit, shit. You regret it or you’re embarrassed or… Or last night only happened because you’d been anxious and you didn’t actually mean anything by it. 

The door opens, and he must look fucking confused because you look at him so curiously.

“You ok?” you ask through a soft little laugh, coming towards him with your glass of ice water. 

“Yeah…” He stares at you for a second, brows furrowing, but his body has started to relax, letting him rest back onto an elbow. 

“Got thirsty.” You take a long swig and hold it out for him to take before climbing in, latching onto his warm side once more. “Is this… ok?” you ask, seemingly struck suddenly by the awareness that this is not a norm for the two of you.

“Mhm.” He takes a little sip. “More than ok, actually.” Once he’s placed the glass aside, he shimmies down to take you back in his arms, overwhelmed by how right it feels when you slot into him like a puzzle piece. 

You sigh and hug him tighter, letting your eyelashes flutter against his neck, then your nose brushes his skin, then your lips. He feels his stomach flipping all over again. Your leg loops around his, binding your bodies closer, in a way not dissimilar to what made him hard last night.

“Should we…? Um–” he starts with a gulp, already feeling himself growing hot.

You squeeze your legs around his thigh and press a harder kiss to the base of his throat. “Talk first or sex first?”

“Oh, uh–… um…” Your hand slips down his body, and it takes a second for his brain to compute. Then he nods fervently. “Sex first.”

A/N: i don't know what this is, i just thought it was hot, and clueless sweet yeosang sounds so cute and hot and ughhhhh. :) :) :) i don't have as much of an ateez readership yet so if you liked, please reblog to help me out :D thanks babes!

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Like magic —Part 1

Male!yandere x female!reader x female!yandere

Hogwarts AU

Summary: your parents have denied you access to going to hogwarts, but finally in your 3d year, you manage to sneak off. But is life really that good at hogwarts when two students take a concerningly big interest in you?

Warnings: bullying, indications of unstable home life, kissing (dubcon?), forcing reader to throw up,

Word count: 6.8k

A/N: I have loosely followed the AU, but have made up my own things for the plot to work, so don't take my work literally :)

It has to be a joke, right? There’s no way that you can run straight through a wall! You gulp and look around, seeing if anyone else is doing the same, or if anyone is noticing how much you’re staring at the pillar separating the two platforms. Finally, you see two others make it through and you decide to make a run for it. You close your eyes and when you dare to open them again, you’re there. The train, the students, it’s finally time. After three, long years. 

You were supposed to start when you were eleven, but you weren’t allowed to. They didn’t believe you. If you hadn't picked the lock to your bedroom, you'd not be here this year either. You don't have anything — no books, no animals, no broom. You only have a wand and a packed suitcase. You watch the other students already wearing their Hogwarts uniforms. They hug their parents and catch up with their friends. You sneak onto the train and sit down in your own little coupe. Your heart is hammering against your chest. Your parents will figure it out soon enough and you're terrified that they'll stand on the platform and demand you to get off. 

Just start the train, make it leave.

"Oh, excuse me", a voice says.

You turn your head to the door, seeing a blonde girl standing there with a black, Grey and yellow uniform on.

"Can I sit with you?" she asks and quickly adds: "I saw you out on the platform. You looked rather lost so i just wanted to see if I could help you."

"Yeah, sure", you answer, startled. "Thank you."

The girl sits down on the couch in front of you with a smile.

"I'm Hedwig", she smiles. "Third year student. What's your name?"

"Y/N", you answer hesitantly. "I'm … new."

"I see. You're a first year student?"

"Not exactly, no … I'm supposed to be in third year too-"

"Oh, really?" Hedwig shines up. "I don't think I've ever seen you before. Which house are you in?"

"I don't know." You shrug embarrassedly. "This is technically my first year."

"Oh … I see." She smiles brightly. "That's totally fine. I can help you if you want. We have some hours to kill, so I can fill you up on most things so you're not as lost when you reach Hogwarts as you were out on the platform."

"Yes, please, that would be great. Thank you."

Hedwig fills you in on basic information. Four houses, different characteristics, a talking hat gives you your house. The school is a gigantic castle that has moving stairs, every house has passwords to their common rooms, some teachers are asses, some are okay, some are nice. Don't wander into the forest, especially at night, stay out of certain corridors. The janitor's cat is an asshole.

"I suppose you're a muggleborn then", Hedwig smiles and adds when you frown confusedly: "born and raised by normal people. Otherwise you'd know most things already."

"Are you?" you wonder, wanting to find something in common with this extraordinary girl.

"Halfblood, actually. My dad is a businessman and my mother is a witch. But don't worry, I don't care about what type of families people come from. It doesn't interest me in the slightest."

"Do some care?"

Hedwig squirms uncomfortably. "Some do. Some people think that being from a wizard family makes them superior to halfbloods and muggleborns, but don't you worry, those people aren't worth socializing with."

"Which house are you in?"

Hedwig smiles and shows you the yellow logo on her cape. You can see a badger in the middle.

"I'm a Hufflepuff!" she smiles and giggles. "The best house according to me, but I'm supposedly a bit biased."

"Which do you think I'll get into?" you ask.

"I'm not sure. It's hard for me to say after only talking with you for thirty minutes … but I think you could be a Hufflepuff like me … or a Gryffindor."

"Why a Gryffindor?"

"I don't know, but you seem to have a steady heart."

"Which is the worst house?"

"There's no such thing as a 'worst house', Y/N. Every house has both good and bad people — even Hufflepuff. Although some houses may have a bigger percentage of 'bad' people." She sighs. "Slytherin. Although I do have some friends from Slytherin, some of the students in that house can be quite … scary. Their pride can be extremely big and they let that go out over other people. Don't worry about it though, not everyone is mean."

You nod and gulp.

Hedwig catches you up on some easy spells and knowledge on the rest of the way. You avoid every type of question that can lead her to know about your … situation.

You get sorted into a house in private, after Hedwig asks the principal about not pulling so much attention to you. You're embarrassed as if already. You're a Ravenclaw.

"The uniform is so pretty on you, Y/N!" she gasps as you come out of Dumbledore's office. "The blue looks really good on you."

"Thank you", you say and feel the material. "What do I do now?"

"We'll go back to the welcome ceremony and then you'll have to talk to your prefects. They'll fill you in with everything you need to know." She takes your hands in hers. "If you ever need any books, let me know and I'll lend you one, okay?"

"Thank you, Hedwig."

She doesn't let your hands go. You have to pull them back to be able to walk to the hall. You sit down with the other third years and glance over to Hedwig’s table.

"You know Hedwig?" a Ravenclaw boy with black eyes asks. 

"I met her on the train", you say.

"She's the most popular girl in our year", a girl says. "Everyone wants to be her friend."

"Really?" you wonder and glance at Hedwig who's sitting and smiling with her fellow Hufflepuffs. "She never came across as someone popular."

Maybe you're too used to how the people back home act.

When all the first years have gotten their houses and the food has been devoured, you follow your prefect through mighty corridors that have ghosts flowing past. You enter a rower with a long, spiral staircase. Your legs hurt after four steps.

"Y/N", the prefect says. "Before I show you to the dormitory, I need to talk to you a bit. Do you know any magic at all?"

"Hedwig taught me a bit on the train", you reply, concluding that only saying her first name should work if she's as popular as that boy had insisted.

"You'll have to take extra classes unless you want to start all over with the first graders."

You shake your head quickly. Rather hard work now than be known as 'the third grader among first years' for your entire school time.

You're led into the dormitory and granted your own bed. Your things are already in your drawers. After this long, eventful day, you fall asleep quickly, finally where you should be. When waking up, you’re first confused about where you are, sure that everything that happened yesterday was just a nightmare … but no, it was all real. 

"Now, don't be alarmed, my dear", Hedwig says when you meet her. "You will do just fine, okay?"

"I have never been around the castle", you mumble and take a bite out of your toast. 

"Your first lesson is Transfiguration. You'll have that class with the Slytherin students."

"Will we have any classes together?"

Hedwig smiles widely. "Sure, we will. But I think you better go now, you start in ten minutes." 

Hedwig shoots her book over the table.

"Here you go" she smiles. "Good luck now, I'll meet you for lunch, okay? You can sit with me."

"Okay, thank you", you say quietly and walk out of the great hall. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest and you start to wonder if the feeling of needing to throw up is real or only imaginary.

You find yourself lost in the large corridors before finally finding your way.

"I'm so sorry", you say quietly as you enter. "I lost my way."

"I will have mercy on you this time", the professor says. "But don't think that this will be a habit of yours, young lady. I expect you to be on time from now on."

"Of course, Professor McGonagall. I'll never be late again."

"Very well." She looks around. "Sit down beside Edmund, all the Ravenclaw seats are filled."

"Yes, professor."

You glance over the class and see an empty seat with a boy wearing the Slytherin uniform sitting beside it. He looks bored out of his mind. Carefully, you make your way over and sit down. Edmund glances at you.

"Who are you?" he mutters. "Are you a transfer student or something?"

"Something like that", you answer. 

The class starts and you immediately feel your head spin. You can't keep up.

"What's the matter, new girl?" Edmund chuckles while he leans his cheek in his hand. 

"I-I've never done anything like this!" you hiss to avoid anyone else hearing. 

Edmund’s face drops. He seems to … crawl together without having to move.

"You're a … a-", he starts.

"Edmund and Y/N, if you're going to continue talking, I'll use the both of you as guinea pigs — literally!" the professor says sternly.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when the rest of the class turns to look at the both of You. Edmund rolls his eyes and grabs his book. When they turn around, you breathe out.

As break time starts, Edmund joins his friends.

"New girl", he says, catching your attention. "Next time, come earlier so I don't have to sit with you again."

"Of course", you mutter and leave.

You smile when you see Hedwig wait for you by the entrance to the big hall. She holds out her hand.

"I've missed you!" she smiles and hugs you tightly. "I was worrying for you all through Herbology!" She holds your hand while pulling you with her. "Tell me everything!"

You sit down by the Ravenclaw table to eat. Hedwig’s hazel eyes never leave yours. 

"I came late, so I sat down beside a Slytherin student."

Hedwig's smile thins out slightly. "Oh? Who? Do I know them?"

"His name is Edmund."

Hedwig chokes on her pumpkin soup and starts to cough. 

"What's wrong?" you ask quickly and pat her back.

"Did he say anything to you?" Hedwig asks worriedly. 

"He just told me to be quicker to class next time so he didn't have to sit with me. A bit rude, if you ask me."

"A bit rude? Y/N, that boy is a bully!"

You feel a shiver run down your back. 

"Edmund is one of those bad Slytherins I told you about", Hedwig says quietly. "He's a pureblood and … thinks he's better than anyone else. It's said that his parents helped … well, you know who, before he disappeared two years ago." 

Hedwig had talked about that man on the train. You gulp.

"Whatever you do, Y/N — and promise me this — don't go close to Edmund", Hedwig says and holds your hands in hers. "Please?"

You nod. Hedwig smiles and caresses your cheek.

"Let's go to the library and study on the lunch break", she says. "There's so much you need to learn!"

You study with Hedwig every day. But she doesn't seem to mind, she neglects her friends to be with you. 

"What a cute sight, isn't it?" you hear a voice say.

You're sitting in the courtyard, studying magical history. You look up, seeing Edmund and his two friends come over.

"One half and one mudblood, how sweet", he says with a wide smile. "They really do be letting anyone in these days."

“What is wrong with you?” Hedwig gasps. “Have you no shame?!”

“What? Did I say anything wrong? Aren’t you halfblood, Hedwig?” He turns to you. “New girl, aren’t you muggleborn? What did I say that is wrong, Hedwig?”

“You do not call Y/N that. You are a disgrace to the wizarding world, Edmund.”

“I find it funny how someone that isn’t fully pure is calling me a disgrace.”

Hedwig grabs your hand and helps you up on your feet. 

“Come, Y/N”, she says. “Let’s leave. We can’t study here.”

You nod. While Hedwig drags you away from the courtyard, you glance over your shoulders, seeing Edmund’s icy eyes follow you. 

“I can’t believe that he called you that”, Hedwig says quietly and pulls you with her. “I’m furious.”

“What did that mean?” you ask carefully. “Why did that matter so much?”

“Mudblood, Y/N, is one of the foulest things anyone can ever call a person. It basically means that your blood is disgusting for not being born into a wizard family. He … he called you something less than human. It’s disgusting.” Hedwig hugs you tightly and hides her face into your shoulder. “You don’t deserve that. You’re such a sweet soul, I’m so sorry.”

“Hedwig, it’s okay”, you promise with a smile. “I didn’t take any offense — I barely knew what it meant.”

“I get sad for you. You don’t deserve that.” She thinks for a moment and then lights up. "Would you like to have a sleepover?"

"How would that work out?" 

"Sneak into Hufflepuff, I'll give you the password. I'll take all the blame if we get caught. Please, Y/N? It'll be so much fun."

"The girls you share a dormitory with will be tell on us-"

"No, they won't! Trust me. The girls like me, they wouldn't tattletail."

It must be beneficial to be popular. You frown. Aren't you quite famous now too? After being glued to Hedwig’s hip for over a month must have caused rumors. You have been so busy with your extra classes and studying that you haven't been able to catch up with it all. You barely know what your fellow Ravenclaws are named.

"Please, Y/N?" Hedwig pleads. "It will be so much fun. I will get us some snacks and we can read together and tell stories."

"Where should I sleep?"

"In my bed, of course! We're friends, it's not weird. What do you say?"

"Alright, if you promise that we won't get in trouble."

"No one will tell, I promise!" She takes your hand. "Let's go to the library and study now."

You do sneak into the Hufflepuff common room that evening together with Hedwig. You can't help but feel terribly wrong and every motion you make feels watched. At any time someone will pop out and you'll be caught. Hedwig pulls you through the common room and you can't help but gawk. Why weren't you placed in Hufflepuff?

Wearing your pajamas, you climb down into Hedwig’s bed. She smiles, cuddling up beside you. Her arm hugs yours, her head leaning onto your shoulder. The other girls in the dormitory glances at you, but none of them say anything to you. 

“Y/N, what do you want to do?” she asks. “Would you like to read anything? Or just sleep? Or anything else?”

“I think I’d just like to sleep”, you say quickly. “My nerves are still telling me that this is a bad idea.”

You don’t admit it out loud, but you want it to be over as quickly as possible before someone finds you out. Hedwig nods and turns off the lights. You lay down in the light of the moon and feel how Hedwig crawls down beside you. She pets your hair in a loving manner, feeling it gently.

“You have such pretty hair”, she whispers, making sure no one else hears. “I always stare at it. Have you caught me looking?”

“Actually, no”, you smile. “I know you look at me a lot, but I didn’t know you looked at my hair specifically.”

“I’m not only looking at your hair, silly. I think you’re pretty.”

“I think you’re pretty too, Hedwig.”

“Really? Do you really think so?”

You nod. She seems to burst with happiness.

“But you already know that”, you say. “Everyone loves you. Everyone tells you that.”

“Yes, but there’s a difference when someone you don’t care about says it and when someone you hold dear tells you.”

You smile. Hedwig’s hazel eyes glisten in the moonlight as she smiles widely and curls up in your arms, like a cat. She holds you tightly, hiding her own face into your neck. You’re not sure how, but you do fall asleep easily that night — snug and secure in her warm embrace.

The next morning, Hedwig doesn't want to let you go. She begs you to skip breakfast and lay in bed, buy you insist on eating.

“Before we go, could you please try my uniform?” Hedwig pleads and holds up the yellow and black uniform. “I want to see how you’d look like if you were a Hufflepuff. Please, Y/N? Just for fun?”

“We’ll be late for breakfast”, you mumble. 

“Nonsense.”

She has already start to tug at your pajamas. You give in and put on the Hufflepuff uniform. Hedwig watches you with excited eyes. 

“Oh, why weren't you placed in Hufflepuff?” she sighs. “Why weren’t you placed with me?”

“I don’t know, Hedwig.”

“It’s so unfair.” She pouts. “We belong together. We’re destined to be side by side. Why did the sorting hat have to put us in two different houses?”

“The sorting hat has its reasons. Now, give me back my own uniform so that I can go to breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah …”

You change into your own uniform before sneaking out to the corridor with no one in sight. A small smile plays on your lips. You managed to to do it!

Together, you walk to the great hall but before you reach it, Professor Snape has caught the both of you. 

“You two better follow with me”, he says coldly. “You’re both in deep trouble.”

Shit. He knows. 

Hedwig takes your hand, squeezing it. You only have time to look at her terrified eyes before you’re pulled into Snape’s office. He’s not alone. It seems like the entire faculty staff is there. Hedwig’s squeeze becomes tighter. 

“Y/N, you went into the Hufflepuff house this night”, Dumbledore says, not sparing any sweet talk. “That is strictly forbidden.”

“I made her do it”, Hedwig says firmly. “Y/N hesitated, I told her into it, I convinced her. Please don't punish her, I was the one giving out the password from the beginning."

"These are serious things, miss."

"I know. I just … I really want to be with Y/N." She takes your hand. "More than anything. I’m so sorry for causing all of this, professor. I will never do it again. Punish me only, please.”

“Snape, this is a clear sign of innocent love”, Dumbledore tells the other man. 

You flinch. Love?

“I don’t care”, Snape mutters. “They broke the rules.”

“I don’t see any malice in their intentions. They only wanted to be with each other. I will not punish them — this time — but if they do this again, I will give them a week’s long detention in different classes. I can’t punish miss Hedwig all too much, after all, she is Y/N’s tutor. But if you break the rules again, Hedwig, we will find someone else to tutor her, is that clear?”

“Yes, professor”, Hedwig replies. “Thank you for not punishing us. We will make sure to behave.”

“You can go.”

Hedwig tugs on your hand before you leave. Your head is spinning with confusion. Who snitched you out? Did one of the girls do that? They could risk house points and to get in conflict with Hedwig … no they wouldn’t risk any of that. Then who?

“Breaking rules is so not Hufflepuff behavior”, a voice snickers. 

You turn to the side, seeing Edmund lean against the wall. 

“You spied on us?” you ask. 

“Spy?” Edmund wonders and stands up. “I couldn’t care less about the two of you, don’t flatter yourselves. You two are like annoying, loud flies, I can’t ignore you because you’re always in my face.”

“Don’t listen to him”, Hedwig says and pulls on your arm. “Let’s go get some breakfast, Y/N.”

“Careful, Hedwig”, Edmund smirks. “You heard what they said: break one more rule and you lose tutor privileges over Y/N.”

You roll your eyes as the two of you walk alongside each other. Edmund’s words don’t feel good in your stomach and you have an eerie suspicion that he’s going to do something. 

You sit out in the grass, reading. While Hedwig is having her defense against dark arts-class you have a free period. Deciding to take your alone time to your benefit, you decide to read up on some things beforehand.

"Where's your little halfblood?" you hear that voice ask.

You look up from your book, seeing Edmund and his two minions grin at you.

"In class", you answer shortly and start to change pages, hoping he gets the hint that you're busy and leaves you alone. 

Edmund snatches the book from you. You cut your finger on the paper. With a hiss, you stand up. Edmund laughs as he looks in the book.

"I learned this last year", he chuckles. "You really are a transfer student. Cute."

"Give it to me", you sigh. "I'm not in the mood, I have to learn that."

"You won't learn from the book. We barely used it for this topic."

"Great. I'm doomed."

"I could offer you some tutoring. I got full marks after all."

You frown. "Why would you do that?"

"What can I say? I'm a generous spirit. Besides, I'm bored. Teaching a little mudblood magic could entertain me for a week or two."

"Don't you have class?"

"Not until twelve thirty." Edmund points at the castle wall with the book. "Sit down, mudblood, let's learn."

That 'nickname' makes your stomach turn. After knowing the full definition, you'd rather have Edmund call you something along the lines of a whore — that way you could actually have some clever comebacks. Mudblood, on the other hand, is nothing you can answer to. You sit down slowly. Edmund sits down on your left side and his two minions on your right side. Edmund opens the book and puts his finger to a paragraph.

"See this?" he asks. "This is something you have to learn in case you want to pass. The checklist doesn't contain this, but it will come anyway. So learn it."

You nod. 

"Take up your wand", he says. "You have to learn this spell."

You pick up your wand from your pocket. Edmund orders one of his friends to stand in front of you as he holds his hand over yours, showing you how you're supposed to move. His hand is cold. The spell causes his friend's wand to be sent flying. You lay the word Expelliarmus onto your mind.

"This is actually great for dueling", he says. "We had some dueling classes last year, but I guess we'll have this year too. In that case, you'll have to have mastered these spells or you can kiss your ass goodbye."

"You'll end up in the hospital wing", one of Edmund’s friends grins.

"H-Hospital wing?" you say and damn yourself for stuttering. 

The three of them chuckles.

"Yes, little girl, hospital wing", Edmund smirks darkly. "Ending up there is never fun. People often scream in pain there. If you end up there you'll never be the same again."

Your wide eyes make Edmund laugh. He presses the book in your arms and stands up.

"Let's make a deal", Edmund says. "Do you know what quidditch is?"

"Hedwig told me on the train", you reply.

"I play. If Slytherin wins the next match, you're going to be my little maid for a full week. You'll do everything I tell you to. And if those ridiculous Gryffindors win, you're free from polishing my shoes."

"I don't get anything either way."

"Don't be greedy, transfer student."

He takes your hand and shakes it before you have time to register. 

"Now you can't back out", he smiles proudly.

"Did you enchant-?"

"Yes."

You rip your hand back, snatch your book and start to walk away. You meet up with Hedwig who's walking out of the classroom.

"What's wrong?" she asks quickly, rubbing your shoulder. "You look disturbed."

"Edmund and his friends cornered me outside. He forced me to make a deal with him."

Hedwig goes white. "What type of deal?"

"He plays quidditch and if he wins the next match, I have to be his maid for a week."

"Oh, my God, I hate him." She cups your cheeks. "We'll come up with a way to stop him or break the deal. Worst case scenario, we'll have to ruin for the entire Slytherin team and then we'll be dead, but if we have to then …"

You nod.

"Let's get you something to eat", Hedwig smiles and takes your hand.

She stays with you until your class starts. The second the classroom door closes, her smile drops. She makes her way over to the Slytherin entrance and waits for one to come out.

"What are you doing here?" the Slytherin girl asks.

"I need to speak to Edmund, do you know where he is?" Hedwig asks shortly.

"I'd suppose the quidditch court. He came in laughing and said that he had to train hard this time."

"That son of a- … thank you, for your help."

"No problem."

The Slytherin girl passes her and Hedwig scoffs. The audacity of Edmund …

She makes her way over to the quidditch court, finding him training all alone. He doesn't notice her at first, but when he does  a smirk plays on his lips. He flies down to the ground and steps off his broom, holding it close to his body.

"Well, well", he says. "I start to believe that you're obsessed with me the way you're always hanging around. By the way, did you know that there's a rumor going around about you and Y/N? You're not slick, you know. Everyone knows that you're head over heels for her."

"Cut the talk, Edmund. Break the deal with Y/N. She has enough on her plate. I'm not going to let you hurt her."

"You came here to threaten me? Careful now, Hedwig, think about what you're doing." 

"I'm not going to let you take her from me."

Edmund takes a step closer. His icy cold blue eyes seem to darken without having to change their light color. "Listen closely, you filthy, little halfblood", he hisses. "If you try to interfere — if you even try as much as to stick your pointy little nose into my business — I'll put you into the hospital wing until I'm done with Y/N. Is that clear?"

Hedwig can't answer. Edmund walks past her, intentionally hitting her shoulder with his. 

The day for the match arrives. 

"I think that I'm going to throw up", you mutter, taking a hold of the wood railing in front of you.

The two teams are flying above you, tension growing.

"I'm sure he won't win", Hedwig says, but she sounds hesitant. 

“Slytherin has the lead!"

"Let's hope that the Gryffindor seeker gets the snitch."

"Did you manage to destroy for Edmund?"

Hedwig shakes her head carefully. You groan and rest your forehead down on the wooden railing. Another score has been made and you don't want to look. Finally, someone has caught the snitch. Slytherin wins. You look up in horror, eyes darting to Edmund. He's looking right at you with a smirk. You're dead.

Already the next morning, Edmund waits for you outside the Ravenclaw entrance. He dumps his heavy books in your hands.

"We're having a class together", he says. "And you are going to carry my books."

You groan and take a better grip on his — and your — books, unsure how you're going to carry them all to the other side of the school.

"Where's your friends?" you ask.

"They're still at breakfast", Edmund replies as you start to walk. "I don't need them now, not when you're carrying my things. Speaking of friends, I don't want you to be with that annoying Hufflepuff during the entire week."

"I'm not going to be your dog."

"Oh, yes, you are — and you're going to bark if I tell you to."

"What am I going to do when you're in class and I'm not, then? Be all alone?"

"Yes, because if I find out that you've been talking to her, I'm going to make you wish you never transferred here, got that?"

You nod. Edmund doesn't say anything more until you reach the classroom. He catches up with his friends who laugh loudly when they see you. Oh, how you wish that you knew any transfiguration spell that could turn you into a mouse.

"Look, she's embarrassed!" one of his friends mock.

Others start to turn to look at you with chuckles. Their stares burn right through you. You want to hide your face in the pile of books in your hands. 

"Sit with me", Edmund says and grabs your tie to pull you with him. "You're going to take notes for me."

You sit down in the middle of the classroom. Edmund pushes you to the chair by the wall while he takes the aisle seat, trapping you. You take notes for him while simultaneously trying to ignore that he exists. Surprisingly, you're great at multitasking. 

You give him the notes as soon as the class is dismissed. Edmund reads it with a smirk on his face.

"Good job, little girl", he says. "I can actually read them." He folds it and puts it in his pocket. "Now, let's go get some air."

Together with his two friends, you walk out to the courtyard. You can see Hedwig with some of her friends walking from the Herbology classroom. She hugs books close to her body, one being the Herbology book, the other a book about potions. You meet her eyes. She suddenly looks incredibly sad, but tries to give you a small, reassuring smile. You're close to jumping out of your skin when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Turning, you see that Edmund has noticed Hedwig as well. He squeezes your shoulder while keeping eye contact with the girl. Hedwig turns her eyes away and speeds her steps.

Not seeing Hedwig feels like a punishment in itself. Edmund and his friends aren't pleasant, at all — or at least not his friends, Edmund’s not been as bad as you thought. He's toned down on the vulgar nicknames and started small talking when you're walking.

"Stop fucking yawning", Edmund mutters and hits you in the back of your head.

"Why are we up before the sun?" you whine and rub your eyes.

"You're going to watch my quidditch practice."

He drags you out into the cold, autumn air, over to the high wooden pillars of the quidditch court. You're sat down in the Slytherin section and told to sit there until he's done. Edmund disappears to the changing room and comes out in his quidditch uniform. You sit still, watching. You can't quite understand the rules, even if you've already watched a match. You're unsure of what Edmund’s position is or what the flying balls are used for. Every minute grows colder. When the sun has risen, you're as cold as ice. You can no longer feel your fingers or toes.

Edmund flies over to you, now holding his Slytherin scarf and gloves in his hand.

"You're so stupid, why didn't you bring your own scarf?" he mutters while tying his around your cold neck. 

"I barely knew who I was when I walked out of the common room", you mumble. "I was so tired. And now I'm cold and hungry."

"You do nothing but complain, do you? Breakfast is in an hour. Think you can hold out until then?"

You nod tiredly. 

"Good girl" he says and puts the gloves on your cold hands. "Keep your hands in the gloves and put them in your pockets. You're like a child, unbelievable."

Ironic, coming from a brat like Edmund. You take a deep breath and sink into the seat. When Edmund’s done, he changes into his normal uniform and comes to meet you. You start to take off the scarf, but his hands stop you.

"Leave it on", he says shortly. "Come now."

The second you enter the castle, you feel warmer. You're about to remove the scarf for a second time.

"God, woman, just keep it on, will you?" Edmund mutters and ties it to the point where you choke. 

"We're inside now, I don't need it anymore."

"Oh, trust me, you do."

"Why?"

Edmund smirks. "To give your girlfriend a sweet little memory."

"We're not together though."

Edmund furrows his brows and nods, clearly thinking hard.

"Very well", he says. "Winners keeper, I say."

"What?" 

"Nothing."

His icy blue eyes sparkle in a new, competitive way, like he's now gotten a new challenge. His hands tie a double knot in the scarf before sending you off to the Ravenclaw table. The others give you weird glances. By now, it's not a secret that you're Edmund’s pet. Although it's only two days left of your week, you're sure that your reputation as his dog will stay with you throughout your entire schooling. 

You look around, noticing Hedwig sitting by the Hufflepuff table. She looks at you with something you can't describe in her eyes, something dark. She holds something in her hand. You can just make out the outline of a small, pink bottle. She gives you a small, sad smile. All you want is to go over and hug her, but you remember Edmund’s warning. You have a class together after breakfast however, he can’t forbid you from going to it. 

Your plate is already set out with a glass full of pumpkin juice. Devouring it would be an understatement — especially after the morning you’ve had. You're happy no one is taking a picture.

The day continues normally after Edmund’s rude awakening. You can meet up with Hedwig in Herbology class, and oh, how happy you're to see her. You hug her tightly, earning a mirroring squeeze back. She buries her head into your hair. 

"I've missed you so much", she coos, hugging you tightly. “So, so much.”

You breathe her in, mind getting fogged up with her scent. Oh, how you want nothing more than to ditch Edmund and be with her. Hedwig doesn't seem to mind how you cling onto her and you’re surprised yourself with how much you want to hold onto her. She strokes your hair with a smile. Being back with Hedwig — despite Edmund's warnings — feels like absolute paradise. The few days spent apart has made you see her in a completely new light. You’ve forgotten how pretty she is. 

"I can't watch that anymore", she sighs and starts to remove the Slytherin scarf from your neck. "Where is your scarf, dearest?"

"In my dormitory", you answer sheepishly. 

Hedwig gives you a motherly stern gaze before taking off her Hufflepuff scarf and tying it around your neck. It smells just like her.

"That's better", Hedwig smiles. "Don't you think so?"

You nod. Much, much better. The teacher interrupts your talk with demands of the two of you working. You don't mind, because you work with Hedwig who knows exactly what to do. 

"Would you like to read on the break?" Hedwig asks you.

You nod, not even thinking about Edmund’s threats. You follow her out to the yard, sitting on one of the brick walls with her. You lay down with her head in her lap while she reads aloud for you. You can't focus on the words, only how they're formed through Hedwig's pink lips. You want to feel them on yours. Before you have time to think, you reach up to kiss her. Her lips melt into yours instantly.Hedwig lets go of her book and cups her cheeks to kiss back. Fuck Edmund, you think. You pull Hedwig closer, wanting to be filled with her and her only. Everything about her is soft, even her kisses. They're filled with love and taste like strawberry.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the voice you've just damned says angrily. "I warned you, mudblood, didn't I?"

He rips you from Hedwig, up on your feet. Edmund glances from Hedwig to you, and back. He halts and grabs a hold of your face, opening your eyes with his thumbs. 

"You sneaky bitch!" he gasps. "You've given her a love potion!"

"I have not", Hedwig replies defensively. 

"Really? Then why are her pupils heart shaped?"

Hedwig doesn't answer. Edmund grabs a hold of your arms.

"If you excuse me, I'm going to go shove my fingers down her throat to get it out of her", he says coldly.

"You are not!" Hedwig screeches and rips you back.

"Then you'll get it out of her. I don’t care how, but Y/N is going to puke that love potion out before the break is over. Y/N is still mine, remember? I have two more days to do whatever I want with her."

Hedwig groans. Edmund, you, Hedwig and Edmund’s two friends make your way to the girls bathroom. The boys wait outside while Hedwig takes you into the bathroom stalls. She helps you throw up the love potion, holding your hair in her hands. 

“And there goes my well earned breakfast …”, you sigh groggily and get up from your knees. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N”, Hedwig whispers guiltily with tears in her eyes. “I didn’t want to trick you or anything, please don’t believe that. I-I just … I was scared that Edmund had manipulated you. I had to make sure that you knew that … he wasn’t good.”

You sigh and nod heavily. “I understand, but I had wished that you hadn’t given to me without my knowledge.”

“I’m really, really sorry. Can you please forgive me?”

The tears fall down her cheeks. You can’t be mad at her, not after every nice thing she’s done to you. You can see how bad she feels. You’re sure that she won’t do it again. 

“Of course”, you say. “I’m just grateful that you didn’t make a potion that did something bad. It wasn’t the potion itself that was bad, it was the way you did it.”

“I understand. I’ll never do it again, I promise! I will never, ever do anything like that again!” She takes your hands and sniffles. “I don’t want to lose you as a friend. I-I do like you more than a friend … but I will not let that come between our friendship. Please don’t leave me. I can lose every single friend I have … but not you. Oh, God, not you.”

You can hear Edmund bang on the door to the girls bathroom impatiently and you sigh.

“I can’t spend time with you right now”, you say. “Edmund’s right — unfortunately — I have two more days in his captivity. If not, he’s promised to ruin my life. I don’t want to take that risk, I’ve had enough problems.” You squeeze her hands. “It’s just two more days.”

Hedwig sniffles and nods. “Okay.”

You give her a small smile before going back to Edmund. He tells his friends to take you further down in the corridor while he talks with Hedwig. She wipes her tears and glares at him. 

“Silly girl”, Edmund scoffs. “You’re not that bright, are you?”

“I don’t know what you want Y/N, but at least I didn’t do anything to cause her harm, like you do”, Hedwig answers sharply. “I did something that would benefit her.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Y/N belongs to me now and if you don’t want to get hurt, Hedwig, stay out of my way, got it? I’m warning you. If I were you, I’d listen.”

Hedwig takes a step closer. “I’m not going to let anybody take her from me.”

Edmund’s eyebrow twitches. “Alright then. Suit yourself.”

With that said, he walks towards his friends and you, leaving Hedwig behind. He rips of the Hufflepuff scarf. 

“Get that ugly thing off of your neck”, he mutters and drags you with him. “Can’t even leave you alone for five minutes! Can’t fucking believe that little filth. If Hedwig gets to play dirty, then I do too.” He stops to wipe of your lips. “If you ever kiss her again, I’ll kill her.”

You try push his arm off of you, but instead, it tightens and he gives you a stern look. 

“I should just do it …”, he mutters. 

“Do what?”

He gives your lips a quick peck. You stand as frozen, looking up at him in shock. Edmund rests his hand on your cheek. 

“Never kiss her again.”

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bitches be testing me a lit lately, i’ve been crying

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brb gonna cry cause what the actual fuck is this shit

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not getting attention or wanting everyones attention idk brain u decide

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no, because im so tired why am required to be here;(

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im here to be a dramatic bitch