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yourtypicalslvt · 10 months

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Could you do a Fermin smut when he punishes the reader for being a brat? 💘

Brat

Fermin Lopez x fem!reader

Summary:Request says it all

Word count:2.2k

-Warnings Dom!Fermin, Sub!reader Fingering, Stimulation, orgasm denial, p in v, spanish , use of Papi in a sexual way, crying, Aftercare!! Just pure filth.

A/N- This honestly took me like at least a week to make idk why. Also first time writting smut in years😭

To say the least fermin was pissed. He is pissed because you've been acting like a brat all morning. Not doing the simplest things he's asked you , even was as far to give him attitude when he was leaving for training like telling him to stay with you, that you could entertain him in a different ways and when he told you no, that he couldn't miss training because if he did xavi would probably leave him out next game. After he explained why he couldn't stay you started whining.

Fermin was done with your bullshit at that point so he bent down (since you were a couple inches shorter than him) and whispered in your ear "sigue comportándote así y luego te arrepentirás" and just left.(keep behaving like that and you'll regret it.)

That small comment had you weak, but even if you were weak you still weren't done being a brat. So while he was at practice you decided to shower put on some light makeup on and a lingerie dress that made your tits look perkier and barely covered your bottom (x).

It's been almost two hours since fermin had left and that meant he could get here anytime soon so you started cooking up dinner. Peeling and cutting some potatoes and cooking your meat. Halfway cooking you heard the front door open and you obviously knew it was Fermin.

“Hi amor Ya llegue” was the first thing fermin said when walking into the kitchen, checking your outfit out. (Love, i'm here.)

“Lo sé, literal mente estás aquí conmigo, genio” you said with an eye roll which he did not appreciate it since he landed a hard smack on your ass making you squeal in pain. (I know, you're literally here with me, genius)

"No se quien te crees pero a mi no hables así, me entiendes? Yo no soy tu amigo o hermano pa' que me hables así". (I don't know who you think you are but don't talk like that to me, do you understand me? I am not your friend or brother so that you talk to me like that)

"Claro, lo que dices" you scoff continuing with your cooking. Fermin was still upset with you, he grabbed your arm hard and whispered into your ear. (clear whatever you say)

"Me voy a ir a duchar, deja la comida ahi y te espero en la cama , que ya me canse de tus tonterias, te has portada como una mocosa y necesitas un castigo, no crees"? His eyes are dark, and you can tell he's not playing around, and you know that if you disobey him you'll get a bigger punishment. ('m going to take a shower, leave the food there and I'll wait for you in bed, I'm tired of your nonsense, you've behaved like a brat and you need a punishment, don't you think")

"Yes sir" you ended up saying, turning off the stove and heading into the bedroom while Fermin made his way to the bathroom.

"Ohhh my g-god" You moan out while Fermin was pumping his fingers in and out of you. "No bebe dios no es el que te hace sentir tan bien" You weren't even paying attention to whatever he was saying, the pleasure his fingers are giving you bring you closer to your orgasm. Fermin knew your body very well so he knew when your getting close. (No baby, god isn’t the one making you feel good)

You whine out when he took his fingers out of your dripping pussy for the first time. You were desperate you wanted to cum but you knew this would happen if you acted like a brat.

“Papi por favor, déjame correr estoy desesperada” you cried out when he plunges his fingers back into you.(daddy please let me cum, im desperate)

“Mi vida, tu no eras una buena chica hoy, no creo que to lo mereces” you were sobbing at this point and he hasn’t even put his cock into you, just his fingers.

“Por favor, perdóname por no ser una buena chica, te prometo que nunca mas voy a actuar de esta manera, solo por favor te suplico que me folles, por favor papi , por favor” you were close to your orgasm but you knew he wasn’t going to let you cum on his fingers. (Please forgive me for not being a good girl, I promise I'll never act this way again, just please I'm begging you to fuck me please daddy please.)

“Mira a mi preciosa bebe arruinada por solo mis dedos y suplicando que te folle, hm tal vez lo haga solo por que te vez muy preciosa suplicándome” (Look at my beautiful babe ruined by just my fingers and begging me to fuck you, hm maybe I will it just because you look so beautiful begging me)

After what it felt like eternities, Fermin finally pulled his sweatpants and boxers off. You were excited to say the Least. But you didn’t expect for him to pick you up and out you in your knees, mouth facing his erect cock inches from it. “Realmente no pensaste que te follaría así tan rápido sin que me la mamaran, ¿verdad?" He said in a low raspy voice. You shook your head at the question but you both knew you were lying as you really Expected him to fuck you right there and then. You didn't even noticed you zoned off until you felt him pushed his cock into your mouth, face fucking you. (You really didn't think I'd fuck you like that so fast without getting blown off, did you?)

"Dios mio..ugh tu boca es como una cueva para mi polla (omg your mouth is like a cave for my dick")

You look up to Fermin tears in your eyes. "Mi pobre bebe toda triste por que no te folle"? His words making you moan on his cock. Your eyes were teary, pussy aching and nipples hard. (My poor baby, all sad because I didn't fuck you?)

"Joder amor voy a correr.. ugh donde quieres que te lo choree eh? Tu boca o tu cara" He asked you, but being unable to answer him with his cock in your mouth. "Mierda no me importa lo hago en tu boca" At this point you weren't even sucking him him, he was just fucking his cock into your mouth. (Fuck love imma cum.. where do you want me to squirt it? Your mouth or face? Shit I dont care Im doing your mouth.)

Seconds later Fermins liquid was squirted into your mouth. "J-joderrrrr" He said dragging the "r". (fuck)

"ng..mhm" That's what's echoing in the walls of yours and Fermin's bedroom. Echos of your moans and whimpers, bed frame hitting the wall repeatedly loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

Fermin's cock pounding into you from the back filling you up just enough giving your ass some spanks from time to time. You guys have been going at it for hours. Practice ending 4 hours ago at 5 which makes it 9 now.

"vamos mi vida yo se que tienes otro dentro de ti vamos corazón" He whispered referring to you giving him another orgasm after giving him 4 already.(come on, my love, I know you have another inside of you, come on, sweetheart")

The wetness of you dripping pussy was heard. Your loud moans and screams. Fermins dirty talk bringing you close to your orgasm.

"Fermin e-estoy muy cerca p-por favor déjame correr please" You were able to sob out since your face was pushed into the mattress while you ass was up.(Fermin I'm very close please let me cum please")

"Aguantate nena" He whispered. (hold it baby)

"No p-puedo por favor Fermín dejame correr" you cried (I can't please Fermín let me cum)

"No, no vas a , uh, correr todavía" He whispered once again but you couldn't hold it any longer so you just let it all out with a loud moan. That made Fermin mad since he slapped our ass hard making you cry out in pain. (No, you're not gonna cum yet)

"Yo te dije que aguantaras no"? he asked and you nodded your head.(I told you to hold on, no)

"Entonces por que no entiendes"? (So why don't you understand)

"Lo siento, no pude contenerlo, lo intenté pero no pude" You said sobbing (I'm sorry I couldn't contain it, I tried but I couldn't)

"A mi no me importa, ponte en tu espalda que no a terminado contigo" (I don't care, get on your back, I'm not done with you)

You being the brat you are you disobeyed his request and he wasnt having any of it. So of course he got mad so he grabbed your waist and flipped you over and rammed his cock into you at full force.

"Todavía no sé cuántas veces tengo que hacer que te corras para que dejes de comportarte como una mocosa” You could feel the tip of cock hitting your cervix at full force bringing you closer to your orgasm. Dirty words were heard around the room, the cries and moans of you begging him go let you cum. (I still don't know how many times I have to make you cum before you stop acting like a brat)

Fermin cock wasn’t big big but it had girth, a girth that stretches your pussy good enough even though it can hurt it still gives you pleasure.

“Ugh e-estoy muy cerca p-por favor , Mhm-uhn” you whimper out as he slowed his movements down. The way his cock stretched you was making you see stars. Eyes rolling back when it hit that spot. (im so close please)

“No sé si debería dejar que te corras todavía” he whispered giving you hard but slow thrusts. (I don't know if I should let you cum yet")

"P-por favor papi por favor” you cried out while your left hand went down to rub your clit and your right to play with your nipple. (Please daddy, Please)

Fermin clearly didn’t like that since he slapped your hands away.

“No no no nena, es mi trabajo hacer eso, no tu, entiendes"? He grunted while his left hand rubs your clit fast. The pleasure of his cock repeatedly hitting your cervix and his fingers rubbing your clit was enough to bring you on edge. (No no no baby, it's my job to do that, not you, you understand)

"Dios dios amor por favor estoy muy cerca" You yelled out feeling your orgasm on the verge of cumming out. (My God, love please I'm very close)

"córrete para mí amor, sé que puedes venir bebé" He encourage you and with a loud moan your juice started squirting out. Fermin pulled out of you while your juices were wetting the sheets, he slapped your pussy a couple of times making more of your juices squirt out. The more Fermin slaps your pussy the more sensitive you become since hes repeatedly slapping your sensitive clit. (Cum for me my love, I know you can baby)

"Por favor, deja de golpear mi clítoris, soy muy sensible, por favor." You managed to squeal out with all the sensitivity on your pussy. Not even begging stopped him from giving your pussy more slaps. After like two minutes he finally stopped slapping it but you were sobbing now. (Please stop hitting my clit, I'm very sensitive please)

"shsh shsh mi vida lo se lose pero tu te merecias este castigo y tu sabes eso" He said while calming (trying to) you down. Since you were uncontrollably sobbing he decided to get you to sit on your butt (by the clean side of the ofc) and go inside the bathroom. (shsh shsh, my life I know but you deserved this punishment and you know that)

"Quédate por favor no te vallas" you once again sobbed out. Fermin's face dropped when he heard you say that and he honestly felt bad for the whole thing. (Stay. please don't leave)

"No corazon, no me voy a ir , solo voy a prepararte un baño ok mi vida"? He said calmly while kissing your head and heading to the bathroom.After Fermin was done with the bath he went back into the bedroom , picked you in and brought you the bath but before putting you in it he made sure to grab a cloth and clean your the inside of your folds. After that you both got into the bath cuddling a bit. (No sweetheart, I'm not going to leave, I'm just going to prepare a bath for you, ok my life)

"Lo siento por ser una mocosa hoy" You whispered feeling a bit sleepy making Fermin smile. (I'm sorry for being a brat today)

"Está bien amor, pero ya sabes para la próxima lo que pasará" He whispered back getting both of you out of the bath and into the bedroom. You both got changed into your pj's, changed the bed sheets and got into the bed. You guys cuddled and fell asleep but not before he whispered into your ear. (It's okay, love, but you know what will happen next time.)

"esta ha sido y será tu última vez siendo una mocosa" (this has been and will be your last time being a brat)

Safe to say this definitely wasn't the last time 😉.

#fermin lopez marin #fc barcelona #football #soccer #sports #for you #following #tags #football smut #fermin x reader #smut #for y'all #im cryin

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zkoh001 · 9 months

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All the ninjago kiddos! That I remembered, lol.

Also I'm not sure if Echo counts, but this is my art soooo... He does now

Fun fact, way before Dragons rising was an idea, I had a little theory/AU thingie, where the ninja got sent to another realm, where time passed differently. (How funny, it was way before SotFS...) So basically these kids formed a replacement ninja team to fight the evils treathening ninjago, discovering they themselves are elemental masters. And that's been in my brain, slowly adding all the new kiddos to it. Might make some art, and a post about that too, because I would love to draw them.

Here's my spitballing on these dummies and their designs.

The Darkleys kids!

The little shits. They would be the ones to have kidnapping as their first resolve.

- I kinda didn't know Sally existed, but I liked all the art, so she does now. Also, she loves pink, I love pink, we all love pink

- Brad is definitely the muscle of the group, with a big heart, but not the greatest mind. Also, he has a babyface, that's very hard to make look evil.

- His design kinda grew on me with time, but it still feels a bit lacking...

- There's this theory that Gene is Skylor's brother, and Chen's son, that I kinda absorbed into my brain and ran with it so yeah.

-Also, the hand thingie is not a glove, it helps hold his hand together after a nasty injury :)

- The bowlcut was uniform at Darkleys, but Gene was such a nightmare they just gave up with him.

- They have matching pins and earpieces. Cause of course they do. Also, dumbo boots uniform.

The Paperkids!

Antonia and Nelson are a given, and I just kinda added Unagami on there, since he waved at them once. Also, I think it would be cute if they were friends.

- I know he doesn't anymore, canonically, but I like to think he still wears his purple gi under the jumper. Who knows when someone will need the purple ninja?

- He has a scar from the injury he had when he met with the ninja. Also, am I the only one who tought something much worse was going on than a broken leg? Obviously a kid show can't have a terminally ill kid, but fsm that's still how I remembered it.

- Antonia! I loved drawing her hair. Also kinda like her badass big sis vibes.

- She has her hands out to make sure the two kids, but mainly Nelson, don't go missing somehow (happens more often than you think)

- Even if he can shapeshift, I like to tjink Unagami keeps his line-marks in whatever forms, since it's apart of his skin. He can hide them, but it takes effort, so he just doesn't bother.

- He can change his form generally, but you could still tell it's him by the lines, eyes, and hair

- He has a little nick in his eyebrow, and so does (did i guess) Jay. I just think that's a cute detail

The Forgotten ones...

Just called that cause I had to add them on a separate canvas after forgetting them. I forgot Skales Jr, shame on me, I tought Jake and Nelson were one character, and I was still debating Echo. But here they are!

- It was surprisingly not that hard to draw him, even tho I was very scared

- Since he has white on him, I was trying (and failing miserably) to replicate those partially albino reptiles. Also added some pink scales, since he is also Selma's son, who's pink.

- I don't know to this day why Echo was introduced only to be left behind.... Nevertheless he's a sweetheart

- I guess if you count Mr.E, but then he would be dead... Unless the kids fix him (lightbulb moment)

- Also, ahy is his head weirdly tiny? How did that happen?

- Jake. Goddamnit, how were you the hardest to draw? Somehow I couldn't get the head right...

- The giant pants is an idea that lived in my head. I like yo think he would be able to fix ancient artifacts with hairties, ductape, and sheer force of will.

- He might have a bowlcut, but cmon, are you telling me he wouldn't at least try to replicate whatever the hell Kai's hair was in the beginning?

I guess that's it folks, lemme know if any of you are interested in my weird Ninja kids au thingie!

#ninjago #ninjago sally #ninjago gene #ninjago brad #brad tudabone #ninjago nelson #lil' nelson #ninjago antonia #ninjago unagami #unagami #ninjago skales jr #skales jr #echo zane #ninjago echo #ninjago jake #ninjago kids #ninja kiddos!#I also have elemental powers and colors assigned to most of them!

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pgavi-jfelixdaily · 1 year

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Where you are know as one of the best prodigy on the Barcelona female team. One day, they host a Barcelona event for the male and female team, to which you get really drunk and end up having a make out session with predi. However, what you don’t realize is that you guys were recorded and was later posted on the internet making it a huge scandal. But in an interview Pedri decided to defend your name saying “I can’t kiss my girlfriend” you may end it with a fluff and/or smut where they both end up together.

Claudia clung to me as we walked inside of Spotify Camp Nou. As usual, ranting about how mean people could be on twitter, and how no one had respect female football players. I was used to it, having learned to ignore the comments, but from the minute she had seen me step out of my car, to the minute we walked onto the field after dropping our stuff and getting dressed, it seemed to be the main topic of interest of hers. “Es tan estupido! Solo por que somos mujeres, no quiere decir que no merecemos el mismo respeto que el equipo de futbol de hombres!” (Its stupid, just because we’re women, does not mean we don’t deserve the same amount of respect as the guys)

After finishing her long rant with a sigh, and placing my water bottle on the bench, I responded to her rant. “Clau, entiendo tu enojo, pero solo tienes que esperar, y ver los comentarios buenos. Aun punto aprendes a ignorar la gente.” (Clau, I understand your anger, but just try to look at the positive comments. At one point you’ll learn to ignore people) That seemed to blow off Claudia, because she rolled her eyes, walking off to Keira, while mumbling something about how “of course miss prodigy wouldn’t understand.”

It was true, I wouldn’t lie, I was known as somewhat of a prodigy, after having earned the ballon d’or two times in a row, I had a pretty large fanbase, however a lot of hard work came with the title of “best female football player” I began on my stretches, while attempting to make small talk with Alexia, but there seemed to be one thing on my mind. Pedri Gonzales. FC Barcelona’s popular central midfielder. I’d spoken to him before, but only a few words were exchanged, and he had reposted my story, congratulating him for being Barca’s golden boy, but other than a few spared glances, we were nothing to each to other.

Practice was long. Really long, after angering Claudia, and Alexia walking away after realizing I was in my own world not paying a bit of attention to the conversation I had started, it was boring. And awfully exhausting, yet coach decided making us suffer with extra sprints was a great idea, because we had lost last week's game. “Una cosa más chicas! Mañana vamos a tener una cena con el equipo de varones, quiero que todas estén ahi. Tu también y/n, si consideras la idea de no ir, te tendre corriendo hasta que se te caigan las piernas.” (one more thing ladies, tomorrow we will be having a dinner party with the guys, and I want all of you to be there. Especially you y/n, if you even consider the thought of not going, I promise you I will have you sprinting until your legs fall off.) No way I actually have to show my face at that.

The next evening…

My hair had been done in waves, and I looked in the mirror reconsidering going, (yes I was testing the wrath of my coach) as I straightened up my dress. A black mini dress, with long sleeves, form fitting, not too much, but not too little. Finally, I took in a breath, grabbing my clutch from my makeup vanity, and exiting the makeup room. I grabbed my keys from the small dish on my counter, before exiting and locking the door behind me, seeing Claudia’s car outside. As I got in, I sank into my thoughts once again, not even noticing when we got to Camp Nou. As I walked in, I was greeted by the girls on the team, but also saw the boys. Gavi was the first to say hello. He was a sweet boy of course, only a year younger than me. He was always congratulating me on my wins, supporting me, a truly great friend with a big heart. “Y/n! Llegaste, ¡qué bueno verte! Ven a decirle hola a los demás, estarán felices de conocerte!” (Y/n, it’s so good to see you, come say hi to the rest, they’ll be excited to meet you!)

I followed Gavi, greeting everyone, but only one caught my eye. Pedri of course. He walked over to me, greeting me and congratulating me for being nominated for the ballon d’or once again, saying something else I didn’t quite catch, to distracted admiring him. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, a common greeting of course, but still causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. I could’ve kept speaking to him, had Xavi not called all of us over to eat.

The whole dinner I felt Pedro's eyes on me. When we all finished, conversations through the whole table, Robert brought out a few bottles of wine. Gavi, being underage, began to frown, before Robert noticed and chuckled saying, “No to preocupes Gavi, traje algo para ti tambien.” (don’t worry Gavi, I brought something for you too) pulling out a bottle of sparkling grape juice for Gavi. The boys face lit up, causing laughs to erupt throughout the table.

A few glasses of wine, 11 shots later, I got pulled into a room with Pedri, also as drunk as I was, maybe even more, his cheeks blushed from how drunk he was. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do this whole night.” “oh yeah?” “mhm.” He leaned in, kissing me, his lips lightly chapped, but I didn’t care. The kiss got more and more passionate, his tongue inside my mouth, he moaned into the kiss. My hands were in his hair, we were unaware of anything that was going on, in our own world. There were lights and flashes all around us, but we ignored it assuming it was from the party outside.

The next day.

I woke up in my bed, feeling a pounding in my head. I was hungover. Badly. I somehow got up from my bed, walking into my bathroom, looking in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess, I couldn’t imagine the pain I would go through just to detangle it, my mascara was smudged and so was my lipstick, a clear sign I had slept in my makeup. Yikes. As I began to sort out my hair problem, wincing as I brushed through my hair, I heard my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I ignored it, but it kept on getting louder and louder. Finally, I walked over, seeing it was Claudia, and answered. “Morning Clau.” “Y/N. HAVE YOU SEEN INSTA? OR TWITTER? OR ANY SOCIAL MEDIA?” “Uh no, why?” “You. Pedri. Leaked.” My mind went foggy. What about Pedri? Then it came to me. The makeout session. The lights weren’t from the party, they were paparazzi who had been at the party. We were in trouble, fans would speculate, and it wasn’t good whatsoever. “Clau, I’ll talk to you later, I have to go right now, k?” I hung up without waiting for her response, opening my Instagram.

My notifications were blown up, and my feed was entirely Pedri and I making out. I was in big trouble. The guys had a game today, and there was no doubt people would interview him and question him about it, but what was worse was I didn’t know what he would say, perhaps that it was a mistake. All I could do was wait.

The same day, 5:03pm. After the Barca game.

The boys had won. 4-0. A great win truly, but it was time to see the interviews. I had insisted on staying in bed all day, only getting up to shower and eat a poptart. Luckily, we had the day off, but that also meant nothing to do that could take my mind off Pedri. I opened my Insta once again. Seeing there was a video of a Pedri interview from today. Interviewer: “Pedri, what about the video that was leaked with you and football star y/n y/l/n, anything to say?” “Can I not just kiss my girl? I mean, i’ve been getting annoyed about this, not towards you, but towards those judging us. Its my personal life, but yes, as you can see we did kiss, and I regret not a thing.”

Interviewer: “I have to say Pedri, you two make quite the couple. (he turns to the camera) Well, this is Jose Ramos, and thank you for watching, and again, congrats on the win Pedri.”

I couldn’t comprehend it. His girl? Oh gosh. I quickly searched for Pedri’s profile and dm’d him. Tu chica? (Your girl?)

Solo si tu quieres ser mia, amor. (Only if you want to be mine, love.)

Por supuesto que si.

A/N- Its been so long since I’ve written, so this is a huge mess!!! Its kind of crappy, but I’m trying to get back to my writing roots, lmao.

#robert lewandowski #pedro gonzalez #pedri gonzalez #pedri #gavi imagine

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leaderpinhead · 8 months

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Kalim - Heart of Gold

For context, Emir is an OC I created. He is Kalim's cousin, and he is older than Kalim and Jamil by one year. Aaliyah and Ahi are also OCs and I literally just created them for this piece.

“Hurry, Jamil! Emir! We’re gonna miss it!”

Kalim ran through the stalls of the Zahab Market. He waved at the few vendors closing their stalls, enthusiastically returning their jovial greetings. He skirted around the corners, tripping over his sandals when he took one too quick. He heard the distant trumpet of a horn. Gasping for breath, he ran faster. “It’s starting!”

“Kalim!” Jamil’s voice sounded distant behind him. “Slow down!”

Kalim heard a familiar jingle of bracelets. He glanced over his shoulder. His older cousin smiled back at him, the bangles Kalim had given to him yesterday as a birthday present jangling on one wrist. Jamil was only a step behind Emir, frowning at the back of his head.

Kalim saw Emir turn before he had to focus ahead of him to avoid a cart of churros rolling across his path. “What’s wrong, Jamil? Najma runs faster than you.”

“Only because she wants to cut off your braid!”

Kalim laughed. Watching his cousin run away from Najma after using her scarf as a leash for his cat, Jai, had been funny. She had refused to come with them today because Emir still hadn’t returned her scarf.

Kalim sprinted out from the awning welcoming tourists into the Zahab Market. The street was packed with bodies, forcing Kalim to come to a sudden halt. He stood on his tiptoes in hopes of seeing around everyone, but that wasn’t very possible when you were the same height as everyone’s waist. With a huff of impatience, Kalim waited for Emir and Jamil to catch up to him.

Jamil immediately grabbed his wrist. “You can’t run off like that! My parents would have my neck if anything happened to you.”

Kalim laughed and grabbed Emir’s hand. He waved their arms so that their matching bracelets would sing together. “Don’t worry, Jamil! My father said it was okay for us to watch the parade from here.”

Jamil sighed and said something, but the crowd chose that moment to loudly cheer. Panic pushed Kalim forward. He had to get to the front of the crowd, or he wouldn’t be able to see anything!

“Master Asim!”

Kalim automatically turned towards the voice. His head tipped sideways to keep track of the large man pushing through the crowd. “Emir? Isn’t that…”

Emir groaned and pulled Kalim through the crowd. Jamil, still holding Kalim’s wrist, loudly sighed. “Did you leave home without telling anyone? Again.”

“This is why you’re my least favorite Viper.”

“Shouldn’t we let your guard know we’re okay?” Kalim asked. He strained his neck to try to see through every gap in the crowd they passed. It didn’t look like the parade had officially started yet. “Then they’ll let us watch the parade!”

“Yes,” Emir agreed. He still pulled Kalim away from his bodyguard. “From a far-off balcony on the Asim estate.”

Kalim didn’t like that idea very much either. He looked for a place to hide so the bodyguard would pass by them. An alley between two buildings made a small enough gap for them to squeeze through. Kalim swung the other two toward the gap. “This way!”

They squeezed through the gap and waited. Kalim had to stand on his toes to see over his cousin's shoulder. Sure enough, the guard ran right past their hiding place, still calling Emir’s name. Kalim grinned at his plan’s success. “Now we can watch the parade from down here!”

A sudden weight landed on Kalim’s head, causing him to yelp. A chitter sounded right in his ear. Kalim shouted when a tiny hand started pulling at his earring. Emir and Jamil reacted at the same time, both of them twisting in Kalim’s direction. Emir’s eyes widened. “A monkey?”

Jamil tried to shove Emir aside, but the alley was too narrow for him to push around the older boy. “Kalim! Stop standing their looking...at least shake it off!”

Kalim tried to shake his head, but the monkey only clung to his hair harder. Kalim’s squeal matched the monkey’s shriek when the earring refused to give. Giving up on that piece of jewelry, the monkey skittered down his arm. It yanked a bracelet off Kalim’s wrist and ran down the alley with its spoils held high above its head.

“My bracelet!” Kalim cried. His shuffled sideways after the monkey. “Give them back, Mr. Monkey!”

“Kalim!”

Kalim ignored Jamil and followed the monkey. When it reached the end of the alleyway, it jumped up onto a stall and started swinging from one stall to another down the street. The street was empty of its usual foot traffic, which made it easier for Kalim to keep up with the animal. His eyes stung with tears. “Please, Mr. Monkey! Give it back!”

The monkey ignored him and kept jumping from one stall to another. It used the fabric roof of one stall to launch itself up the wall and scramble into a window. Kalim stopped in front of the stall. His breath hitched, gasping for air. His eyes stung more. “My bracelet...”

“Don’t let it get away!”

Kalim watched in awe when Emir climbed the crate next to the stall. He used the fabric roof as a trampoline and bounced himself just high enough to grasp the edge of the windowsill. With a determined grunt, he pulled himself over and through the window.

Kalim didn’t hesitate following his cousin’s example. On his first bounce, he caught Jamil staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why do you always follow your crazy cousin?”

Kalim giggled through his frustrated tears. He didn’t wait for Jamil to climb onto the crate before reaching for the window. It took a few more jumps—his cousin was already a bit taller than him and Jamil—but he was eventually able to grab the windowsill. He tumbled through the window with a small cry.

After righting himself, Kalim brushed off the thin layer of dust from his pants. He glanced around the dimly lit room, which looked like a room in one of his father’s storehouses, only covered in more sand and dust. Kalim followed Emir’s voice through the small maze of crates and barrels. “You will return what you stole!”

“I didn’t steal nothing,” a higher pitched voice insisted. The monkey shrieked in agreement. “You can’t prove Ahi did either!”

“I watched your monkey take that bracelet right off my cousin!”

“Your cousin should be more careful not to drop his things.”

“So you admit, you stole it.”

“I only said he should watch what he drops. Clearly, he dropped his bracelet, and you have nothing better to do than accuse poor street urchins of stealing!”

Kalim quickly found his cousin behind a wall of barrels. He blocked the only way around the wall, pushing a small girl into the corner of the room. She scowled at him from behind roughly chopped bangs. Her tiny chin tipped backwards so she could glare down her large nose at his cousin. The monkey that had stolen his bracelet sat on her shoulder, baring its teeth at Emir. Kalim saw his bracelet peeking out from the girl’s pocket.

“Quit the act.” Jamil stepped around Kalim and stood slightly in front of Emir. He placed his hands on his hips like all their mothers did when they were in trouble. “Return the bracelet before we report you to the market police.”

The girl tipped her chin back even more. “Who do you think you are? You come into my house, accusing me of stealing? Where’s your proof?”

Jamil and Emir both pointed at her pocket. Emir said, “That’s Kalim’s bracelet, and we can easily prove it.”

“Oh, yeah? And how do you—.”

A loud rumble interrupted the girl. Kalim’s eyes widened, and he almost looked around the barrels in search of the tiger he swore was just on the other side. The monkey made a little noise and patted the girl’s choppy hair. The girl, who had frozen mid-sentence, slowly closed her mouth. She swiveled her hips slightly and started again. “Like I was saying, how do...”

She was interrupted by the rumble again. Bending slightly forward, she patted the lower part of her stomach. Jamil made a huffing noise. “Is that seriously...”

The girl pointed a shaky finger at Jamil. “You can’t prove nothing!”

Kalim blinked at the shaking arm. The longer he stared at the girl, the more he realized how tiny she was. She couldn’t be much older than Najma, who was the same age as Kalim’s second sister. Neither of them, with their olive skin and round cheeks, looked as tiny as the girl did. Even in the shadow of the corner, Kalim could see the sharp peaks of her cheekbones, the rough callouses on her fingers, and how her stained shirt billowed around her when she pressed her arm protectively against her stomach.

Kalim stepped around his cousin and friend. The monkey hissed at him, but it didn’t stop him from walking closer to the girl. Her eyes slightly widened at his approach. She backed herself tighter into the corner until her back was completely pressed against the wall.

“Are you hungry?” Kalim asked. Kalim dug into his pocket. The girl’s eyes narrowed, and she turned her torso more towards the wall. Kalim hummed when he found what he was looking for. He held out the pack of crackers his mother had slipped into his pocket before he ran out of the house. “You can have these! I was planning on eating them later, but I can always get a small cake at one of the stalls.”

“Kalim.” Kalim couldn’t tell if the sigh came from Emir or Jamil, but it was Jamil who spoke. “Why are you trying to feed a thief?”

The girl shot a suspicious glare over Kalim’s shoulder. “How many times do I have to say it? You can’t prove I stole anything!”

“You can keep my bracelet.” Kalim knew it was his cousin who gasped this time. He smiled wide at the girl despite the returning sting in his eyes. “It was a bracelet my grandmother gave me before she died. I was supposed to keep it safe for her, but you can have it. Father once said it could feed a whole palace!”

The girl stared at him with wide eyes. The monkey suddenly hopped from her shoulder to Kalim’s. Kalim tensed for a brief second, but he quickly relaxed when he felt the monkey’s tiny fingers digging through his hair. He giggled when the monkey tickled the back of his neck.

The girl slowly uncurled from the corner. Her hand lashed out faster than Kalim could see, snatching the crackers from his open hand. He smiled when she nibbled on the corner of one before shoving the whole thing in her mouth. The monkey chittered and jumped back to her shoulder to accept a cracker too.

She watched him through narrowed eyes while she thoroughly chewed. She shoved another cracker into her mouth, and her posture uncurled a little more. Kalim couldn’t help but feel good seeing her cheeks bulging. “Do you want to go watch the parade with us? There’s supposed to be dancers and everything!”

The girl shook her head almost immediately. Before Kalim could feel any disappointment, he found the bracelet shoved into his face. He started back a step in surprise and scrambled to grab the bracelet when the girl just let it go. The girl shoved another cracker in her mouth, and her monkey companion did the same. “Here. I can’t do nothin’ with it anyway. Even that shady stall at the back of the Camel Bazaar would report me to those stuffy officials.”

“So now you admit to stealing it?” Jamil muttered. Kalim glanced over his shoulder. Jamil frowned at the girl, but Emir stared down at his own wrist, fiddling with the matching bracelet their grandmother had given him. “We should still report you. I bet you’re a regular pickpocket in the bazaar since you’ve trained your monkey to do it. I bet he’s not even registered with the authorities.”

“Ahi don’t need to be registered.”

“Case in point.” Jamil sighed and shook his head. He met Kalim’s eye. “Kalim, you should report this to your father. To pickpocket anyone in the Asim family is...”

Ahi suddenly shrieked. The girl rammed into the barrel next to her. The stacked barrels wobbled in such a way that wasn’t normal, but Kalim only had seconds to watch them tip forward before his cheek scraped against the floor. The weight on his back lifted only after the hollow thuds ended. “I figured it was a trap. I can’t believe you let her trick you into following her back here. Why else would she let you corner her?”

“You think I didn’t know that was what she was doing? Why do you think I stayed at the far end of the barrels? I could have easily ducked out of the way, which doesn’t even matter because they were just cardboard!”

Kalim pushed out from beneath Jamil. He left his friend and cousin to argue while he ducked around the fake barrels and followed the girl to the window. He got there just in time to watch her bounce from the stall roof into the stacks of hay on the opposite side of the crates they climbed earlier. Her choppy hair collected a few pieces of straw that she couldn’t simply shake from her head.

As if sensing Kalim’s eyes, she turned back up to stare at him. He waved at her. “Bye! Oh! What’s your name? I’m Kalim!”

Ahi chittered back at him and waved. The girl stared up at him for a long second. Her tongue poked out from between her lips. “You’re way too nice. Almost a dumb kinda nice.” Kalim tipped his head slightly. She took a few steps towards the end of the street. She twisted her torso to stare back up at him. “It’s Aaliyah. Now go watch the parade with your dumb friends.”

Kalim grinned and waved at her until she vanished around the corner. Aaliyah—Kalim liked her! She was kinda like Najma. Kalim slipped his bracelet over his hand and back onto his wrist. Najma liked to pretend she didn’t like Emir too, kinda like Aaliyah pretended she didn’t care his bracelet was the only thing he had left of his grandmother.

#twisted wonderland #twstober #kalim al asim #jamil viper #orginal character #twstJasmine #twstAladdin #day 9 parade #Kalim is the biggest cinnamon roll #and I love him for that

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I got reminded of a bit of a character study I did about Ahi. There's still lots of pieces missing from who she is, Marianne isn't mentioned for example, but it honestly covers more than I remember so I've decided to post it (also so Paci can add it to the Miriam Magica tag)

TW: child abuse, implied csa, parental neglect, and mentions of sex.

Ahi wasn't great with affection.

She can still remember the last time somebody hugged her, the year before she made her wish. The memory of Harper’s eyes full of tears as she wrapped her arms around her and held Ahi close was one she would never forget. And as Harper whispered promises and words of sorrowful goodbye, Ahi couldn’t help but cry too. But she still doesn’t know if it was due to the fact she was losing the kindest person she'd ever known or if it was the simple sensation of being held close by another that had threatened to break her.

The time before that was almost ten years ago. And it was also Harper.

She stopped trying after Harper left her life.

We just aren’t a ‘touchy’ family. You’re too clingy Aiden, let go of my shirt. You know how your mother is. You’ll grow out of this one day. You need to stop being so sensitive. Boys don’t get hugs. Arms down Aiden.

She stopped trying before Harper entered it in the first place.

What is it like, for a child to fear and yet crave their parents touch? There were times that Ahi got what she wanted. Times that her parents would ghost a hand onto her shoulder for a moment in recognition of work hard done. Of grades and success and of achievement. There were times that her father held a belt. There were worse times, but she can never quite remember those. Not beyond the vague fear that gnaws at her heart when her father's hand settles on a doorknob. Any time that fear starts to take hold she finds herself losing track of time. Maybe that's why her memory is always so scattered.

Ahi used to wish she had siblings. Now she's grateful she doesn’t, if only for the fact that they are safe.

She’s eight when Harper leaves the first time, a single glimpse of a child pressed up against a car window in a desperate attempt to say goodbye to her best friend in the entire world haunts her for years to come. Ahi wasn’t supposed to be near the window to watch her leave. Ahi isn’t supposed to think about her at all. Not about the girl who almost “turned our precious Aiden into a deviant freak.” Of course, her parents never said that. They thought it though. That much was clear in each and every day they looked at her and tried to remind her of more “masculine” things to do.

Catholic schools are surprisingly known for their sports teams and Ahi is made to try out each and every one of them. She likes water polo the most. There’s freedom in moving in the water, there’s a feeling of connection as it pushes down on her and she doesn’t feel so alone, there’s a feeling to being hit in the face by a ball and thinking you did a good job because at least it didn’t get into the goal. At least people are smiling at you. She’s eleven years old and the ocean feels like a home to her. She almost drowns twice, yet it’s safer then her home has ever been.

It’s not until much later that she realises the importance of the water. And she never once fears it, despite what her parents try to tell her. Nothing can stop the ocean from flowing through her veins. But that’s a story for later.

Where were we? Ah, connection, yes. Let’s tick back to when she first meets Harper.

The internet is a marvellous thing. She’s exposed to it young, not as young as most but still young. She gets a new teacher- a nice man, a kind man- and he understands when Ahi struggles with her classwork. He takes her aside and actively runs her through the steps in a way she understands, in a way that finally works for her. Without his help she would have collapsed under the weight of her school work years earlier than she did. And so is it any reason that she cannot help but admire him for the rest of her life. He IS a good man, unlike another she knows.

He brings computers, his own, to school. He gets known as the cool teacher, and he institutes a tradition. Usually students get to relax for the final day of the year. In his class? They relax for the final three. It’s some of the most fun she ever has in school.

There’s a girl in the class, one who moved in beside her a few months ago but she wouldn’t be allowed to actually befriend until this school year takes place. Her name is Harper. She is utterly brilliant. Not in a school sense, no she struggles so much more than Ahi does. (Ahi cannot help but see it like that. How can she be struggling too when her grades are better than Harpers are) But she’s kind and sweet and she knows people in a way Ahi never understood.

The class has a simple project, to set up an online blog. Ahi, who isn’t allowed on a computer at home (for good reason, her parents wouldn’t check what she was doing at all if they had) tries her utmost during class time to make it perfect.

She does a good job for a kid her age. Good enough to go on a small trip to present a conference to a group of tech illiterate teachers about online education, hand in hand with Harper. Her teacher smiling approvingly at them while Ahi’s parents stay back in their hotel room.

She never actually learns about internet safety. She’s too busy trying to do a good job on her project to listen to the words of warning from her kindly teacher. She regrets that.

She goes through so much more as she grows up. The struggles of being a closeted transgender kid aren’t all that uncommon, and Catholic school is hell. But she makes it… or rather she struggles through until the school is in ashes and she is standing over them victorious with a fire in her eyes unlike anything she’s ever felt before.

There’s one thing to mention though, at risk of dragging this out further. There’s a single shining light.

There’s family.

She meets her grandfather four months before she becomes the inferno that burns away her world. She's still utterly despondent from losing Harper a second time and she doesn’t process much of anything until she steps foot at home for the first time in her life.

The feeling of stepping into the native forests, listening to her grandfather explain about the wildlife and the plants, Ahi comes alive again. Swimming in the ocean, sitting on the beach, Ahi starts to live again. When her grandfather places a firm hand on her shoulder, something she can still feel today when she thinks on the memory, and offers her a gift. She finally starts to becomes herself.

Ahi had a fascination with fire already. But she didn’t have a name. But with her pounamu- a precious gift of carved greenstone hung around her neck- she has a grounding point, and she does some research in secret. She spends her time learning and listening. She studies her heritage, her language, and she learns what fire means. Aiden becomes Ahi. And her life begins in the ashes as the phoenix leaves her hometown.

She meets Ramriel and Miriam. Moss is important too, finally she has the sibling she's always wanted, one of Ahi’s closest connections to her own humanity. She cherishes them every day of her life, but right now the focus isn’t about familial love- though reclaiming what her parents tried to destroy in her is important, that isn’t a part of our current narrative, that’s for another time.

This is love, romantic and queerplatonic, and two people Ahi could never live without. She remembers leaning against that car’s hood as Miriam and Ramriel interrogate her. She remembers how despite the barrier around her she felt less trapped than she had for years now. She remembers them. There’s more encounters, more moments. Ahi falls head over heels.

It’s a week after she joins their little duo turned trio that she falls for Ramriel. They lean against her absentmindedly as they try and reach the remote in one of the motels they’re staying in (Ahi is reading at the time) and the contact is electric. Gone is the anxiety in her veins and in it’s place is a world shattering feeling. Ram smiles at her when she fumbles with the book and slides the remote into their hand. Ahi doesn’t sleep that night.

Miriam is a bit later. Or earlier. Ahi crushes on them almost immediately because of her absolutely awesome aesthetic and the strength in how she conducts herself. But when did that feeling become full blown attraction? And for that matter, what IS attraction?

Ahi is sure that she finds Miriam hot. Ram too- that messy hair and smile and those fangs- but that’s besides the point. She knows that she admires Miriam’s muscles as they work on Noose, she knows she admires the ferocity in which she goes about her work, she knows how much she adores Miriam's voice. She thinks of spending time with them and just hearing Miriam talk about what they did that day, what music they like, or god just anything and everything. Ahi finds herself wanting to know all that Miriam would tell her, unaware of how her own profile unfolds before Miriam’s very eyes.

The fact she is besotted with Miriam likely appears in their mental file early on. On her worse days Ahi secretly thinks it’s a miracle she wasn’t cast out of the group because of it.

She doesn’t ask for hugs. She doesn’t know how. But she lays awake at night and thinks of the feeling of Miriam’s fingers brushing her own as she handed over a Grief Seed, of Ram’s head on her shoulder (she’d almost forgotten how to breathe when that happened), of Moss braiding her hair (she actually had stopped breathing during that one). She’s sure she is in love. She’s sure she’ll rot in it.

Miriam hunts her. Miriam kisses her. Ahi kisses back.

She’s still not sure how attraction works, still not sure about so many things. She’s so confused with thoughts of claws and being pushed back against a wall and of blood. So much blood. Ahi never quite gets attraction. When she thinks of Miriam she doesn’t default to sharp teeth against her collarbone or rough lips against her own, though it does haunt her thoughts. She defaults to the warmth of Miriam’s smile and to the feeling of their hands touching as she handed tools to her as she worked on Noose.

But that’s okay. That’s how she is. She often doesn’t quite remember sex is a thing people can actually do, and she frets about overstepping with Miriam when she does remember. But she works on it.

Miriam telling her that she likes to be told when she’s wanted helps immensely. Ahi still feels like a predator, a monster, asking for even a hug at first, but it lessens each time that Miriam’s tail wags. She asks for kisses more and more, guilt lessening with each time those lips do press to her own. She’s okay, it’s okay. They’re all okay. Apart from the murder and arson and self sacrificial witch hunting but like, otherwise? They’re all improving, especially Ahi.

Each day Ahi gets better at communicating her wants and needs. She bumps up against boundaries and makes mistakes and learns what to do and what not to do. She’s not alone anymore. She has help, has people who love her. Maybe that's all she needed after all.

Ahi's getting better with affection.

#ahi cecilia marques leonie #miriam magica #mirimagi #ahi ryan

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thinkingnot · 2 years

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yk what time it is?

it’s about time to rewatch the We Spent a 100 days in a Hardcore Minecraft Apocalypse vid because i’ve forgotten most of it’s plot :D

#yay me and my shitty memory #ive already forgotten their names #i missed him also that’s ahy #scu!tommy #why*#bitzel #ranboo #jschlatt #wilbur soot #quackity #grizzly #slimecicle cinematic universe #condifiction #tommyinnit #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #scu

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one-green-frog · 2 years

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Could I request a smiley x male reader where male reader is Mikeys younger brother who is weak due to medical reasons and its just fluffy and a good time

Warm Body

Smiley x male reader

Life hadn't been easy for you. Your sick body didn't allow you to go outside and have fun. You had to stay inside 80% of your time, so you missed out on most of the fun.

The one thing that did bring you joy was when Mikey, your older brother talked about what he did that day. It was mostly about gang stuff, or annoying Ken-chin but that's exactly what you liked.

Sadly you could only dream about fighting random delinquents, it was obvious you would land yourself in the hospital worse die.

Mikey didn't like you being outside, since you were his brother someone might target you and he couldn't let that happen. So anytime you do go outside, which you didn't do often since it was exhausting, Mikey would always be there

But one day neither Mikey nor Ken-chin had time, it was an emergency. He said he'd call someone from his gang that would look after you and that how you met Nahoya also known as Smiley.

At first you were scared, you would meet a gang member for the first time. But Smiley was surprisingly kind, a little bit aggressive but overall lovely to be around. It was love at first sight for both of you, maybe that's ahy he was so caring.

Smiley would often visit you at your house and most of the time just carry you outside to go do some random shit. And if you felt more exhausted than usual, due to your sikkness, he would lay down next to you and hold you.

His warm embrace always brought back a little energy and you were thankful that he was so accepting. You heard from your friends that you were boring and no fun, when you wee jsut so tired from waking up and getting ready.

Smiley loved you just the way you are, especially when it was a low-energy day, that just meant more cuddles and kisses.

And how he loved the days he would come to you, a little bit beaten just for you to help him and kiss all of his bruises to 'make the pain go away', and if you missed one, you had to kiss him as an apology, not like you didn't want to.

That day would often end with you two watching TV, on the couch together, him holding you close as you slowly fell asleep and after he would carry you to your room and quietly left

#tokyo revenger x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyorev #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x you #male reader #x male reader #nahoya x reader #nahoya fluff #nahoya kawata #smiley tokyo revengers #toyko revengers #tokrev #x reader #smiley x reader #smiley x you

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slightlymore · 4 years

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red

part of the ‘soulmates collection’

(slytherin) doyoung x (ravenclaw) fem reader

others: (gryffindor) haechan | renjun mentioned like once

warnings: oral f and m, penetration, unprotected, marking m receiving, body possessiveness in a magical way (? i made this up lol I hope its not that weird. like the plot point is a little cringy but I found it hilarious as I wrote it so I hope you don’t get mad at me when you discover what’s it about lol); a lot of bickering and insults; swearing

words: 9.5k (lol)

requested by anon that wanted academic fights turn into mad sex aha I got inspired by that to make a longer fic with more depth to it (if it's alright) hope you like it! this is one of my favourite pieces I’ve written so far!!!! 👀👅👀

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As the rays of the sun hit the announcement board, your eyes darted on the pages filled with small characters.

A little crowd of people started to chatter behind you, trying to see the ranking sheet as well, but no one dared to come close enough to push into you - the Ravenclaw Prefect.

“Renjun? Whose dick did you suck to get 6th?” a voice giggled before a loud smack transformed the airy laugh in a dramatic “ouch”. “Lee Haechan, I swear I’ll-” but you didn’t get to hear the rest as your vision got suddenly blurry with rage and your ears started to whistle when your shoulder got bumped forcing you to make a few ungraceful steps to the side.

“What’s that face for, YLN?”

You tightened your fists.

You could have recognized that annoying voice in a thousand others: Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin Prefect and the person you hated most in the whole universe.

“Ah, right,” he hit his fist on one palm turning his head with fakely widened eyes. “You’re second place. Again.”

You hated Kim Doyoung and everything that had to do with him.

His voice? Hideous.

The fragrance of the fabric softener on his clothes? Repugnant.

His favourite dishes at the cafeteria? Revolting.

His favourite authors? Idiots.

Everything reminded you of him and one time you had a literal meltdown in a supplies shop as every notebook and pen has been seen in his backpack at a certain point.

“I see that manners are still very difficult for you to master, Kim,” you spit out his last name.

Doyoung laughed. “I apologize profusely for not following useless societal rules such as manners the way your finite mind intends.”

An echo of little “ohh” surrounded you but abruptly stopped as you threw a venomous glance at the little crowd behind you.

“Is this what you’ve been doing to get in the first place? Not following the rules?” you cocked an eyebrow at Doyoung.

The tongue inside his cheek moved around for a few seconds before he crossed his arms on his chest and got closer until his feet clashed with yours.

You didn’t step back.

“Is this an accusation?”

You pursed your lips as if thinking and Doyoung let you put on the little theatre act before he could hear your “Maybe?”

A single dry and unamused scoff came out of his lips as his eyes stared you down from head to toes.

“So you’re resorting to - this?” he gestured vaguely. “You’re that bitter that you couldn’t keep your first place for two whole semesters now?”

“Oh? It hurt so badly the first time that you kept track of it, baby boy?” you cooed.

The new nickname threw him off for a split second and although he was quick to come back to his usual expression you noticed it and you smiled triumphantly.

The crowd was collectively holding its breath.

He opened his mouth to say probably something stupid as usual when the voice of the professor interrupted you and the spell got shattered.

“Come inside little roosters. Preserve that energy for the class debate.”

Previously silent to not miss a single exchange you had with Doyoung. everyone suddenly started to chat while making their way inside the classroom.

You both still didn’t move a single muscle, your eyes still trained on each other like predators. “I said-,” the professor clicked his fingers between your faces, “-come inside.”

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“I can’t fucking believe this.”

Your university was overall a good place with good and proficient rules. You followed them all and you enjoyed it. But there were also a few rules you suddenly realized you hated. Like the “your seat in the study room will be your seat for the rest of the semester and whoever seats in somebody else's seat during the year, said somebody can slash their shins”.

You would have loved to see Doyoung sitting at your place. His long legs could use some kicking. But unfortunately, something even worse happened.

He was sitting right in front of you.

“Why are you here?” you added, throwing your bag on the desk in front of him and making a few of his papers fly on the floor.

Doyoung sighed seeing his stuff gently falling around and raised his eyes with the most venomous smile he could pull off.

“The Gryffindor gentleman over there-” he indicated towards his previous’ semester desk, “took my seat so I had to find another one.”

You followed his pointed finger and spotted Lee Haechan in the midst of popping a chewing gum bubble.

He winked.

You rolled your eyes.

He made an obscene gesture revolving a tongue in the cheek and hand motions.

You returned the favour with your middle finger.

“And you had to sit here of all places. You let a Gryffindor snatch your place.”

Doyoung licked his lower lip before taking it inside his mouth for a moment.

“Miss ‘manners’ and miss ‘following the rules’ is mad that I, mister ‘fuck useless rules’ and fuck ‘useless manners’ didn’t smack a boy in the head to get a desk?”

You breathed in slowly and exhaled before you could scream at him.

“I don’t want to see you every day in front of me.”

Doyoung pinched the base of his nose before speaking.

“Listen, I also don’t want to see your face this close every day for a whole semester but it is what it is. All the other seats are taken. Stop whining or go and suck Lee’s dick to get his desk instead.”

You scoffed incredulously and plopped down with force, ignoring the boy’s sighs as the movement made some other papers fall.

"You're insufferable,” he whispered.

"I am insufferable?" you stopped taking the books from your bag then suddenly dropped the heaviest one, making the whole desk tremble.

Doyoung looked at you then smirked. "You're in a worse mood than usual. Is it because you couldn't reach the top?"

He leaned in as if about to share a secret. "Are you frustrated that I'm always in your mind 24/7?"

His dark eyes looked like two abysses and suddenly you felt like falling into them. Then he blinked once, slowly, and you blinked too, the sudden silence chatter of the study room bringing you to the surface.

Fuck Slytherins and their weird-ass magnetic eyes. You wanted to smack him in the fucking face.

"So I see you keep wanting to be ridiculous as always," you replied but you both realized how soft your tone got.

You cleared your throat - don’t talk to me anymore! it said - and you opened your books, eyes unable to look at Doyoung's face.

He got the hint and leaned back into his seat amused, playing with his pencil. It rolled on his fingers, then on his knuckles and when he placed it on the desk with sudden force you jolted.

"If you want to surpass me, stop staring at my hands and get on studying."

Doyoung had to slide away with his chair for you to not reach his throat and choke him.

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"So do you want to choke him with his tie or do you want him to choke you with his tie?" "I want to choke you." Haechan smirked. "I'm not sure I'm into that stuff but we can try it out." "I can't believe you did this to me." "Ah come on. Everyone is having fun. He's having fun. You're the only one taking it too seriously." "I am not taking it seriously. I'm just annoyed every time I see his face. 'The best option is to reinvent yourself'" you mocked Doyoung's voice during philosophy class. "You can reinvent the world first. What kind of selfish nonsense is that?" "Slytherin nonsense. But still, he had good points to his discourse- ahi." "Go and be his friend then." "I would, but I'm stuck here with you because--ahi."

"You're always getting hit, Lee," that voice interrupted your discourse.

You rolled your eyes and breathed out so heavily that for a split moment you thought someone transformed you into a horse.

"Hit on, by girls." "I will hit you too if you don't leave my desk," Doyoung smiled peacefully. "Well," Haechan got up slowly, "I wouldn't mind that either."

Doyoung bit his lower lip amused and to your absolute shock he winked at your friend. Haechan laughed and left you two alone.

"What was that?"

Doyoung sat down ready to get to work. "Huh?"

"Were you friendly just now?"

Doyoung blinked at you as if processing the question. "Yeah? I am friendly usually."

"Why are you not friendly with me?"

Doyoung's expression suddenly trembled on his face like a mask. He looked up surprised and for a split moment, he appeared weirdly younger, with his open lips and wide eyes. You stared at each other for a few seconds and it was the first time you didn't feel like opening up his guts.

But then he smiled and it all got back to you. "Because I hate you,” he explained.

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The ball was okay. A normal ball just like all of the other boring balls you were forced to attend each start of the semester. No alcohol, at least not offered from the university but definitely offered by the older students. All said students dressed well, but following the decency rules which led to boring outfits.

Your red dress was the boldest thing around and Ravenclaw cheered upon your entry in the Grand Hall.

A cool Prefect? Yeah, you had to be one if you wanted to beat Kim Doyoung.

At the moment everyone liked him more since he let his people smuggle liquor into the university but you weren’t about to fall to such low standards to win.

But food? Hell yeah.

It was not illegal and everyone wanted to have pizza instead of finger food made of hell knows what.

“Y/N, if you continue like this, I’ll probably fall in love with you,” a random dude smiled, helping himself. You smiled back at him, glad that cute guys wanted to talk to you.

“Well-,” you started, ready to bat your eyelashes, but the guy suddenly jolted, the piece of pizza he was holding literally flying from his hands and landing on his face instead.

You yelped, bringing your hands to your mouth in shock, staring at the way it slowly slid from his nose down on his impeccable white shirt.

“Shit,” he threw the pizza away on the bin at his right and made his way through the crowd with spicy tomato sauce in his eyes.

“You got all kinds of pizzas and not my favourite topping,” Doyoung suddenly materialized near you with a dramatic sigh, scaring the shit out of you. “You!” you turned your head to him and pointed your finger at his face. Doyoung stared at your fingertip then at your eyes. “You did that to the guy just now!”

The boy blinked at you as if you were crazy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shook his head but when he took a piece of pizza and started to munch on it, one hand waving at you and walking towards his friends, you noticed the way he smiled.

_____

A few hours later, people were scattered around the campus, most of them in bed “sleeping”, some of them actually already sleeping since it was almost morning.

The prefects were still in the hall, wrists twisting and eyes annoyed at the chore of having to clean up after the ball.

“It’s going to take you only half an hour, my children,” the headmistress chuckled brightly. “You’re prefects for a reason. Other children don’t have your advanced magical power and would end up cleaning for a whole day. Responsibilities. Am I right?”

“She could clean in 5 minutes yet here we are,” the Gryffindor prefect mumbled after she left, leaving behind an obnoxious perfume cloud.

If the ball would have at least been fun, it would be different now, cleaning while at least being a little euphoric.

But not only was it the most boring and uneventful party ever, you also had to do Kim Doyoung’s part since he was as slow as a snail.

“Get your shit together. We can clean much faster if you get your ass up,” you stared him down with hands on your hips.

Doyoung looked up at you from the chair he was sprawled on, one hand to sustain his head, the other twisting while his finger lazily transported a flying bottle of beer across the room.

“I am working.”

You scoffed. “You’re the best at object moving. If you wanted, you could also finish everything in 5 minutes.”

The boy tilted his head to the side, suddenly focused and amused. “Are my ears failing me, or did you just compliment me?”

“If you need my praise to do your job, then yes, Kim, you’re very good at this type of magic.”

Doyoung chuckled happily and got up. With a smack of his lips, he rolled his wrists and all the trash disappeared from the floors and tables appearing into the trash cans instead. The Hufflepuff prefect whistled, impressed, and the Gryffindor sighed upon realizing he had worked his ass off for nothing.

You put your tongue in your cheek annoyed but also secretly happy he actually did it. “Floors.”

Doyoung took out his tongue in the most annoying habit he had. Your eyes involuntarily darted towards it and he smiled.

“You’re such a snake when you do that.” “Okay, crow. Deal with your floors yourself then,” he passed you and walked towards the exit.

The other prefects already left, too tired to deal with your bickering and probably relieved that someone else could clean up much faster.

You stared at his back, annoyed, then twisted your wrist to pull his body back towards you. His black jacket moved as if a gentle breeze blew across him and Doyoung stopped.

“Wait, sorry-” he laughed and turned around, his voice echoing in the gigantic empty room ringing inside your skull. “-were you perhaps trying to do-” he twisted his wrist and you yelped, feet dragging across the pavement as if your body was being pulled by an invisible force until you clashed on his chest, “-this?” he finished.

Your hands were up on his shirt and for a few moments your brain couldn’t think anything besides, first, how good he smelled, and second, it was the first time for you to actually touch each other.

“If you’re so good at this, then clean the floors as well, so we can finally go.”

He stared you down.

“Ask nicely.”

You scoffed incredulously. “I’d rather clean it with my own hands than do that.”

He smiled. "You want to kiss me so badly, Y/N."

“I-- what? Are you drunk?”

“Why are you so flustered?”

“I am--not-” you grabbed the hand he raised to cup your face, “flustered! I am appalled.”

“I want to kiss you.”

Breathing has never been a difficulty for you and you’ve always laughed at main characters in books talking so extensively about air, but at that moment, your hand still holding Doyoung’s one, your chests pressing against each other and his eyes, fuck, you actually started to slightly pant. What was wrong with him?

“If you stopped using your snake powers-” “This is no power. It’s just you being attracted to me,” he finally cupped your face and this time you didn’t move away. “Check on it. You can pull away.”

He was right. But if that wasn’t some slytherin doing then you were probably going crazy because you saw your hands move almost on their own on Doyoung’s shoulders.

Then you actually leaned in and he met you halfway.

Your limbs were trembling when he brushed his lips on yours and to your surprise, they were warm and soft.

Then he pulled you even closer and you whined for no reason besides your brain yelling ‘this is so nice!!!! we love dopamine!!!’ at you.

And you sought for some more.

When you licked his lower lips, Doyoung’s hands had a tremor on your waist but he was quick to adjust to your sudden burst of passion with the same energy.

Of all the things that you anticipated that night, making out with Kim Doyoung was definitely not one of them. Then why you felt relieved as if finally doing somethig you’ve ached to do for so long?

Did he want to kiss you?

He was currently kissing you at that moment?

Absurd.

Yet there you were, panting and desperate for each other, unable to stop drinking each other’s breaths.

“I’m taking you to my room,” he whispered and the look in his eyes was something you’ve never seen before.

____

Suffocating.

You were suffocating as your breath was taken away from your lungs at Doyoung's every touch on your back.

First your neck with his cold knuckles, then your spine to reach the zip of your red dress. He opened it slowly imitating the pace of his soft lips on your jaw. And when the fabric fell to your feet you turned around, your arms quick to pull him into a messy kiss, while his hands fell on your hips, pushing you towards the silky bed.

You sat down and got quickly on your knees to be able to reach his face again.

Doyoung, standing near the edge of the bed, closed his eyes when you drifted your attention from his lips to his neck then chest, placing a kiss on the newly exposed skin every time you made a button pop open. His abdomen twitched every time and when you reached his navel you palmed his torso up, enjoying his shaky breath when the shirt fell off his shoulders.

A little chuckle coming from you made him look down at your sultry face, the hue of the red lights and lit candles dancing on your skin. Then he stared at his own body. Dozens of kisses adorned it in the colour of your lipstick.

"If I can't mark you, I can at least do this," you raised one eyebrow at him, hands gently dealing with his belt. "Who said you can't mark me?" "Hm?" you opened his pants zip and you could have sworn that Doyoung's eyes flickered. "You really want to go around all covered in hickeys?"

The boy smiled and cupped your face, his thumb slowly caressing your lower lip. "Do it where it can't be seen then."

So you let your tongue out on your amused lips and leaned down to reach the skin above the waistband of his underwear. Your tip wetted his skin making his take in a deep breath. "Is here alright?" you whispered against his warm body.

Doyoung's hand found his place on your nape and you took it as consensus, gingerly taking his skin inside your mouth and sucking on it. A red spot already started to form and you sucked again near it, and again, before suddenly placing a kiss on his clothed bulge instead.

Doyoung drank air through his teeth at the unexpected touch and his fingers got to your shoulders, pushing you into the bed before your legs could wrap around his waist.

His tongue inside your mouth was as delicious as the silk your body was rubbing against. It made its way down your neck then chest and when it reached your perked nipples your knees buckled and you grabbed that red silk with your fists. Little soft whimpers escaped your lips and they became louder as Doyoung's fingers got between your legs. They scratched the lace of your panties and you lifted your hips as he dragged them down. The boy, then, palmed your skin and placed open kisses on it from the ankle down and every touch closer made you lose a bit of your self-control.

You really were about to fuck Kim Doyoung.

What kind of sick and twisted situation was that?

Were you bewitched?

Did he do something to you?

But when his lips reached your dripping core, tongue quick to collect your juice, it didn't matter.

If this was the consequence of you getting bewitched, you wanted it to happen every day. And you told him. You hand gripped his hair and your back arched, profanities quickly spilling out of your chest. Doyoung cupped your ass, pressing his thumbs into your flesh and you let your thighs drape over his shoulders.

Why was he that good? It honestly offended you to find out that Kim Doyoung aced pussy eating too besides everything else.

And when he stopped to breathe, you saw his eyes and his juicy lips.

It was the sexiest view you’ve ever seen in your life so you yanked his head toward your face and he obliged with a panting smile.

Making out while his long fingers pumped inside of you was the highlight of your university career, and you cared about the curriculum a lot.

And when he curled them upwards, touching spots inside of you that made you lose vision, you were ready to beg him to do it to you as often as possible.

"Cumming- I'm--ah-"

Doyoung got back between your legs and added his tongue to the action again.

It was too much.

His books flew from his shelves as you reached the highest climax of your life.

He chuckled, peppering your shaking body in soft kisses. “I thought you weren’t good at object moving.” You breathed heavily a few more moments before finally finding your voice again. Doyoung reached your lips and you shivered upon feeling his hard cock resting between your legs. He stared at your expression as he lightly hit your oversensitive clit with its tip then rubbed himself between your folds with a sigh. “You’re the one good at moving, so please, move.” The boy bit your lower lip, stretching it out a little before sucking on it, one hand to cup your hip and the other grabbing the silk near your head. He got you so wet that he didn’t need much to easily slip inside of you. He cursed with heavy breath and you wondered if your nails were leaving marks on his back skin as he moved his hips.

You didn't have Doyoung only in your brain like usual, thinking about him day and night. You finally had him physically so deep inside that you thought you were about to lose your mind.

So this was it, the sweet overwhelming sensation of being in the present instead of chasing something in the future.

It was just like everyone described it to be, everything.

But it wasn't a moment in time or space as you’ve anticipated. It was a person and that person, you realized, was Doyoung.

If your mouth wasn’t busy spilling his name out of it inside his soft lips and if his hums didn’t make your whole being vibrate, you would have probably laughed at the destiny.

"You are, so fucking, hot-," you whispered breathlessly, eyes barely able to stay open to drink in his image. "So you admit it. You think I'm sexy," you could see his smirk even in the red darkness of his room. "I wouldn't let you ram into me like this if I thought otherwise." "Oh really? And yet I was here thinking you were doing charity since 'no girl would want to make my dick wet'." You chuckled before the sounds could get interrupted by your high moans instead, the frustration that phrase gave to Doyoung translating into his hips thrusting even harder. "I take that back." "Are you trying to say that you want me to slow down? You can’t take this?" "Oh, no, I love how you're fucking me as if you hate me." "But I don’t actually hate you”, you wished to hear at least for a split second but no word came out of the boy's lips, his hips slowing down instead as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

It was as good as his fast thrusts, his strokes so fluid and deep it made you grunt every time he pressed into you. He was so good that it irritated you.

"You really like to do the opposite of what I want, huh?" "Yeah," his voice inside your ear made your skin get goosebumps. “I love your frustrated expression and mannerism.” "Ah, shit-" you dug your nails into his back as the bed started to creak. "A good girl like you swearing like this? Who taught you?" "It's your influence." "Am I turning you bad?" "Yeah. Every time you're around I want to do bad things and I have no idea what's going on." You didn't expect to be that honest but Doyoung's intimate presence was like a drug, making you feel so high that you were ready to get twisted by him in every way he wanted.

No. You desired it. You wanted Doyoung to play with you and for once you would not resist it at all. You would beg for more.

And when he actually took you there, in a place where your thoughts did not exist anymore, where only his touch grounded you, the hand that pushed you over the edge and the one bringing you back up, you did just that. You asked for more, shaking uncontrollably on his luscious bed and he did what you wanted. For once he granted every wish you had and even beyond that.

_____

Your desire to leave his room that night was not as strong as you anticipated.

Doyoung arms didn't want to let go and you didn't fight him at all.

Sighing, you got back to his chest and didn't comment on the way he tightened his hold on you. If this wasn’t the way people-that-hate-each-other-but-like-to-weirdly-fuck-for-some-reason behaved, it would be a concern for your conscious mind and not for your fucked up one.

His scent was inebriating and if you didn't know the way he could make you feel, you would have thought that it was the highest form of aphrodisiac.

And maybe it was actually making you feel high because under your lids you could have sworn that the room slowly changed colour.

You opened your sleepy eyes and stared at the wall behind Doyoung’s shoulder, blinking hard.

It was dark blue, almost black, with a myriad of little bright lights.

The candles went out and the room did get dark after Doyoung rolled over breathless, his cum dripping slowly on your thigh, but you were pretty sure there were no stars before.

And when you shifted to rest on your back you almost choked on your own spit.

You weren’t looking at the night sky.

No. You were inside the sky.

Purple, whites, yellows and pinks all melted together to form galaxies and cosmic dust.

No roof, no walls, no pavements, just the bed, Doyoung and you in the middle of everything.

Your fingers dug into the arm Doyoung had thrown across your chest and perhaps you made some type of sound because the boy opened his eyes to stare at your profile. “Do you like it?” he murmured. Your head snapped towards his face and his eyes reflected the infinite little lights as if he held two other universes inside of them. “How is this possible?” He smiled sheepishly. “Slytherin rooms. They change based on the owner’s mood.” You felt your mouth open on its own. “This is your doing?” Doyoung hummed and closed his eyes again, pulling you towards him to hold you like before. You let him place his chin on top of your head and breathed in his scent yet again.

“So the red room?” “I was horny.” You smiled. “And how do you feel now?” “A little less horny. If I’m not careful you’ll see a whole star engulf us soon.” “This is so unfair. We don’t have such cool rooms.” “Or maybe you do but being Ravenclaws you’re all thinking of boring, brown looking rooms.”

You rolled your eyes even if he couldn’t see you and gently, you placed a hand on his chest, close to your face and above his heart. You could feel the calm and peaceful beats in syntony with the night sky. To know that inside that boy’s mind could be such beauty made your heart not beat as calmly as his heart did.

You had no idea what you were doing, hugging so intimately with your sworn enemy, and maybe it was the romantic vibe that made you do it since there was no rational explanation to any of it, but you raised your face to meet his lips.

And you just kissed him. Slowly and softly, barely brushing them with yours.

Doyoung opened his eyes for a moment, as if surprised, but upon feeling you pressing yourself on his body he closed them again and pulled you on top of him.

The universe didn’t change, although, when you let your tongue inside his mouth, slowly, as if having all the time in the world at your feet, the stars flickered and got brighter.

“Are you trying to see a star up close? I can make it happen without you rubbing yourself on me,” he smiled on your lips. “What happens when you suddenly lose control?” Doyoung’s pupils trembled and the room started to shake. You knew it wasn’t real but you still jolted and looked around terrified. “Let’s find out.”

_____

"I, saw, you, leave, with, Kim, Doyoung, last night," Haechan chanted teasingly as he sat down with his breakfast tray.

You wanted to keep a poker face but your facial muscles weren't under your control so you smiled.

"Oh!! Look at her! Oh my God. So- wow. Okay. Okay," Haechan tried to compose himself. "Is he any good?" he leaned in lowering his voice.

You sighed and nodded. "So fucking good."

Haechan squealed and hit your shoulder before wrapping it with one arm and wobbling you around.

"Stop it!" you hissed amused. "Everything hurts." "EVERYTHING HURTS! So he's got a monster cock."

"Shut up!" you pressed your hand on his mouth scandalized as Doyoung made his way inside the cafeteria with his friends.

You breathed in slowly and just as slowly you exhaled, trying to relax. Haechan made an effort to appear calm as well. "Sup, Kim." You smiled.

The other boy looked your way as he walked behind your table. "Hey, Lee," then he turned to you. "Y/L/N."

And left.

Just like that.

He looked at you for one second and continued on his way to the Slytherin tables.

No smile.

No acknowledgement.

Cold just like before.

As if nothing had happened.

You stared at his back, feeling your limbs heavy like stone. Turning around slowly, you grabbed your fork and started to eat in silence. "Hey." Haechan lightly bumped your arm with his shoulder. "He's probably just feeling awkward." You munched slowly and took it as an excuse to keep quiet. "Hey, come on." "What?" Haechan sighed. "You can say that you're disappointed that he-" "I don't know what you're talking about."

_____

For the first time, instead of feeling rage inside your gut, you felt anxious.

Doyoung was in front of you, face almost hidden under his hair as he typed into his computer. He greeted you as he usually did before the, well, before you let him see the deepest parts of you, figuratively and physically. But after that single “hey” no other words came from his part.

It wouldn't have been that weird if only a few hours ago he didn't kiss your lips in heaven.

When you woke up that morning, the night sky wasn’t there anymore. At his place were clouds. White fluffy clouds in the middle of a pink sky.

It was breathtaking and you felt like flying.

And he did kiss you softly.

And now he acted as if you weren't even there.

Maybe Haechan was right. Maybe he was feeling awkward. It's not like he could suddenly act lovingly in front of the whole campus. You were still enemies after all. And maybe you were also right.

You've just fucked. It's not like you started to date. He had no obligations towards you.

Yet, when his fingers drew your spine and his sigh caressed your lips, it didn't seem just fucking to you.

Was Doyoung like that? Was that his personality? Was he doing that to all the girls he brought into his room? Making them cum multiple times and showing them his soft side? Was that a well-plotted plan? Was he trying to hurt you?

You were ready to let him do whatever he wanted to you the previous night, yet at that moment, under the bright sunlight of the study room, you felt sick. It was a weird feeling. It grabbed at your throat and travelled down to your heart making it difficult for you to breathe.

You trusted him with your feelings and you let him see your vulnerable side.

Did he laugh? Was he feeling triumphant now? Did he win a battle against you? He had you on his palm? Because, God, he did have you on his palm now and with only a twist of his wrist he could get you into his arms again.

And you would have let him.

You hated it. You fell so hard it hurt everywhere. You were dizzy and confused and you couldn't look at him anymore.

_____

It was easy to avoid Doyoung for the following days. It was almost too easy as if he was trying to avoid you too. So walking towards the library you jolted hearing his low voice inside one of the classrooms. You stopped in place and after a few seconds of thinking you peeped inside. Then you gulped and hid under the door window.

He was resting his hips on the professor's desk, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed on his chest. In front of him was standing one of the most beautiful girls you've ever seen.

She was talking with a peaceful tone and Doyoung suddenly laughed. You got up and quickly walked away.

_____

"How the fuck would I know?" the girl asked.

Doyoung rolled his eyes. "Your dad designed them. You must know more than me."

"Listen. We're the only house with mood rooms because we're the only people who can control their emotions. It's not my fault you're a terrible Slytherin and your room has been pitch black for the past days."

Doyoung sighed in irritation. "What the fuck does that even mean though?"

"Usually mourning."

The boy shook his head. "No one died."

"Then it can be a general pain. Or confusion," the girl explained.

Doyoung raised his gaze on her. "What would I be so confused about?"

She shrugged. "You're the only one that can know. Chill out maybe and stop thinking when you're inside of it. I'll ask my dad how to turn it off and I'll let you know. Now leave me alone, I'm busy," she said and left the classroom.

_____

"Hey," Doyoung said. "That's my pencil."

You looked down at your fingers and furrowed your eyebrows.

"No. This is mine."

The boy sighed. "I can sense it's mine."

"I legit bought it yesterday. And what are you? A psychic? 'I can sense it's mine'."

"I'm a Slytherin. We're snakes. Everything I lick is mine. And I can sense that's mine."

Your mouth opened slightly and you waited for him to laugh but Doyoung remained serious.

"That has to be a joke."

"Okay, keep it. It just makes me feel giddy when things I own are used by other people." "Because you're selfish." "It's a real sensation. I know when something I licked is being used by somebody else," and he raised his eyes on you. You stared back and the weight of his words made your throat close.

I hope it doesn't work with people too, you wanted to ask, but the noise on your left interrupted you.

"Can I talk to you?" the same girl from a few days ago suddenly made her appearance near your desk. Doyoung looked at her surprised. "Yeah." "Bring me to your room," she ordered.

_____

You shouldn't have been there.

It was useless and it would only make you further lose your mind.

But your feet descended the Slytherin corridor, nose following the trail of the girl's perfume until arriving at Doyoung’s door.

You remained still for a moment and after a few seconds of indecisiveness you suddenly turned around going back.

That was too creepy. You had absolutely no reason to be there. If Doyoung wanted to fuck that girl, so be it.

But then you stopped again.

Fuck.

Just, just a little glance. Just a tiny little glance. Just the colour. Just to be sure.

You didn't turn around to actually see anything. With your back towards the door, you twisted your wrist, doing the most illegal thing one can do inside the campus - transparency spell. A tiny portion of the wall disappeared at your silent command and you could see the red hue spilling outside of it on the dark pavement at your feet.

It was enough and you barely saw the stairs when you got out of the basement.

_____

"You weren't lying when you said it's pitch black. It even absorbs magic light."

Doyoung sighed.

The girl presumably turned around because Doyoung heard her voice more clearly when she spoke again.

"Okay, so this is what we're gonna do. Sit down somewhere and relax."

The boy let himself fall on the carpet with a grunt.

"Close your eyes."

He obliged even if he could have let them open too for all it mattered.

"Now, think of someone of your choice."

Doyoung's mind automatically drifted towards you and the room besides being dark, felt suddenly very cold as well.

"No, okay, Doyoung, change the person." "She's the only one I can think about." The girl sighed. "Well, at least we know the reason for all of this. God, it's so fucking cold, try to not think about anything for a second!"

"It's hard, okay?"

"Okay, fuck. Think about her but imagine something else. Think of a good memory you have with her."

Doyoung sighed irritated and furrowed his eyebrows even more. "I don't think this is going to work."

But when he let his mind imagine your panting expression underneath him, a slight red hue started to create from the floor going up to the walls.

The girl exulted. "Yes! Don't stop. Continue thinking about that!"

Doyoung opened up one eye as the girl exulted again and he could finally see the furniture in his room.

It was a dark red, not the bright red he actually had his room painted in when he held you into his arms, but enough for him to not get a headache 24/7.

"Well it's not like I can think about--that, every time I need to be in my room, can I?" he got up.

The girl knew what red meant and she chuckled.

"Don't you have any other good memory with her besides fucking?"

The room got bright red.

The girl laughed even harder.

"Ah, shut up." "Hey, I helped you out." "Barely," he plopped on the bed and put his face into his palms.

It could have been considered a gesture coming from embarrassment if the lights didn't start to get dim again.

"God, you're really all over the place, huh?" she sat near him. "What happened? Is she your ex?”

Doyoung sighed and directed his gaze upon an indistinct point in front of him. Maybe he was tired, or maybe it was the dark room and the fact that Doyoung didn’t even remember the girl’s name, making her a safe stranger, but he whispered.

"I made a mistake. I thought she was into me so-- fuck, I went down on her."

The girl made a surprised sound but waited for the most important part.

“Well, she’s not into me, but I am.”

"You're so stupid!"

"Yeah okay, thanks."

"We're Slytherins! It's not like we don't give head because we're prude, it's to prevent this! You horny dumbass." "I thought she liked me! I had no idea she'd- fuck someone else right after!" Doyoung grunted frustrated and fell back on the bed, the room getting to the pitch-black from before.

The girl let the silence calm him down a bit before talking.

"I am sorry. I had things used by others but I don't know what it feels like with people."

"It's not necessarily painful but- knowing the reason, it's just-"

"Yeah. You just have to let her go so the bond is receded. Like with things, you know?"

"It's easy to let go of a thing that's yours. How can I manage to let go of her?"

The girl sighed and remained in silence.

_____

You had no idea how you managed to remain seated in front of Doyoung that morning.

His complexion was paler than usual and his eyes were very tired. As if he didn't sleep enough last night. Or at all.

You had to breathe in and out slowly to ease the pain inside your stomach.

"You look terrible."

Doyoung's dark irises under his low lids made your skin crawl when he looked up at you.

"Is someone keeping you too active to get enough sleep?" you asked again, trying hard to get back to the tone you both were used to before.

The boy tightened his lips in a mockery smile. "Yeah. As discussed, I have no problem keeping my dick wet."

"Well-," you frowned with a raised chin, your lips forming a pout for a moment before you forced them to keep the poker face, "-I started to see someone lately too."

He looked unbothered. "As in dating or hallucinations?"

You ignored his comment.

“We’ve already been on three dates,” you lied.

“And you’re telling me this because-?”

You shrugged. “Conversation.”

“I hate small talk.”

“Is there something you don’t hate?”

“Silence. And smart people, which given your latest test results, you’re not.”

You had no idea what it was.

You and Doyoung had always called each other names, insulted each other’s intelligence and the sorts, yet at that moment, maybe because of your failing tests, the alignment of stars or the fact that you were actually in love with him, you burst into tears.

It took Doyoung a few good seconds to realize that you were wailing in front of him.

“Hey?”

He crouched on the desk to be able to see your face from underneath your arms. You hid it even more.

“Y/N,” he lowered his voice. It was as soft and delicate as when he whispered your name under the sky.

You suddenly took your stuff and ran away from the study room.

_____

Doyoung was slowly but surely losing his mind.

One day, two days, three days and you were still nowhere to be seen.

His room has been different shades of grey, which was better than black but now the walls had water running on them and the floor was constantly wet.

Altogether, not a good time.

“Holy shit, are you that depressed?”

Doyoung raised his eyes from the book he was reading before rolling them so far up that Haechan thought they wouldn’t come back anymore.

“What do you want?”

The Gryffindor took a step inside the room with hands behind his back and took a lazy stroll to where Doyoung’s dresser was crying. “Your flowers are all dead. Throw them away.” “They keep appearing every time,” Doyoung started to read again, the little line between his eyebrows showing how hard he tried to understand whatever the pages were trying to say but failing.

“I’m here because it’s boring to not have you yell at Y/N in the study room as always,” Haechan spoke again nonchalantly, fingers rubbing against each other, as to get rid of the imaginary dust they collected from Doyoung’s furniture. Given the situation, the room probably made up piles of mud as well.

"Who's the guy?" Doyoung suddenly asked.

Haechan furrowed his eyebrows. "What guy?"

"The one she's fucking."

The other blinked at him surprised.

"You mean, Kim Doyoung?"

The Slytherin's eyes widened and Haechan saw how he looked with flushed cheeks for the first time in his life.

"Aw, come on. Of course, I know everything."

"If you know everything, then tell me who the fuck this guy she's been fucking beside me is!" Doyoung got up from the bed.

"There's no other guy. What are you talking about?"

"Fuck, I felt it how he touched her and it drives me crazy!" Haechan opened his mouth to talk but jolted, eyes staring at Doyoung’s arm extended to hit the wall behind his head expecting to see a dent in the hard brick from how much force he put into that.

"Is it you?" “Uhm? What the fuck?” "Answer me." "Okay, first of all, take a step back."

Doyoung leaned in even more and Haechan gulped.

"Okay! Okay, gosh. No. There's no guy fucking her as far as I know."

"Where is she?" "I don't know." "What kind of friend are you if you don't know it?"

Haechan crossed his arms on his chest. "Am I seriously getting scolded on friendship values by Kim Doyoung right now? You that made her cry in the common room? You that made her rest her weapons in front of you just to see you treat her like scum? After using her? We don’t have mood rooms but we have things like hearts and mouths which we use to, you know, ask other people how they feel-" "I don't have enough patience and you know that."

Haechan breathed in and out before finally opening his lips again. "She's in the dorms. Obviously. Where the fuck would she be-"

Doyoung turned around on his heels like a tornado and walked towards the towers.

"She doesn't want to talk to you!" Haechan told the other boy's back but he wasn't sure he heard him.

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She doesn't want to talk to you.

Fuck it.

Doyoung knew he was self-centred and he knew that your absence had something to with him but for once he really wanted to be wrong.

Used you? You really thought Doyoung used you? When you used him and then got somebody else to touch you like that?

Fuck, if Doyoung were in his room at that moment it would probably resemble a killing storm.

"Hey, you can't be here," some random guy stopped him as Doyoung stepped into the Gryffindor common room. "How did you even enter-"

"Shut the fuck up."

Doyoung looked around, eyeing all of the different doors and chose left, venturing down the corridor, for once - and cringingly so - listening to his heart.

Haechan was right. You didn’t have real mood rooms but he could physically feel the energy of each and one of them with his heart.

He knew it was your door before even getting close to it, the feeling coming from it making his blood boil in his veins just like he would feel when you were around.

With a twist of his wrist, he tried to open it but it didn't work.

"Are you seriously trying to barge into a girl's room like that, Kim?" a scandalous voice said behind the door.

"How did you know it was me?" Doyoung placed one palm on the wood.

"Only you could force open a door without even knocking," you replied. "And the spell is made for you specifically, so I know."

The boy rested his forehead on the door and closed his eyes. "You were waiting for me."

The silence on the other side made him sigh. "Open up. Let me talk to you."

It got even quieter than before. "I wasn't waiting for you. You had no reasons to come," you finally whispered.

Doyoung twisted his wrist and the door in front of himself vanished from his eyes. Apparently, you didn't anticipate he'd be able to use the transparency spell since you didn't even preoccupy yourself to block it and he could tell you didn't even sense it, so concentrated on your thoughts. From your perspective the door was still there and, previously leaning against it with your back, you rolled on it now and unknowingly imitated Doyoung's position, foreheads almost touching if not for the layer of old wood.

"What do I have to say?" he asked, looking at your face. He saw how you bit your lower lip at the sound of his voice and the genuine sadness in your face made him even angrier at the whole situation. "You don't have to say anything," you finally replied.

Doyoung's jaw muscles tensed.

"Please, please, open this goddamn door."

The intensity of his voice made you raise your head and your senses got sharp again, feeling the energy he put into using his spell.

With the twist of your wrist, the door flew open and you finally saw Doyoung's face.

"You used transparency," you suddenly looked furious. “You know you can’t do that inside the university.” "Fuck, I was," he stepped in. "What if I was naked?" "Nothing I haven't seen before."

You rolled your eyes. "You make me so frustrated."

"I am making you frustrated? Then what about me, huh?"

"What would you even be frustrated about if you don't even care about me? You tease me and you insult me and then you make love to me like a desperate man and then you go back to being your selfish, deprecable self. What is this? Why do you keep playing with me? Is it fun? You find it amusing to see me like this?"

Your words completely floored him.

"I can ask you the same thing. I can feel it inside my chest when someone else touches you and it drives me fucking insane. I made a mistake and I gave in thinking you had some feelings for me and that I wasn't just a fuck toy you could use one night and throw away."

Your mouth fell open.

He could feel it? He could feel you? So you did belong to him?

"This is crazy. You hid something like this from me! Now you have access to what's going on with my body without my consent!"

"I had no idea I was in love with you, okay? It has never happened to me before. I don't want to know either when someone else eats you out! I just- you’re here hiding in your room and crying as if you have feelings for me or something when you let someone else-" he stopped.

You looked at his reddening neck and closed eyes.

His breath was shaky and you realized how you've never actually seen him angry or upset before.

"No one has done anything to me, Doyoung. Unlike you, who fucked that Slytherin girl after showing me the fucking heaven. Did you do that to her as well? Sweet talk? For what? Is this your hobby? Making girls fall in love with you?"

The boy shook his head in confusion."What are you talking about? There's no Slytherin girl."

"The one that had the urgency to see your room?"

He pinched the base of his nose with a grunt of realization. "She helped me to figure out why my room was pitch-black and why it's currently grey with wet fucking walls."

"Oh yeah? Because to me, it looked very much red."

"You've been spying on me?"

You huffed and sat down on the bed like a child when they're found guilty but they're too proud to admit it. "You used transparency just 5 minutes ago too,” you justified yourself as if you were equal now.

"And did you see me fuck that girl?"

"I didn't want to actually look inside like a creep! But you were pretty much horny. The corridor got all red."

"I was thinking about you! And now I’m also thinking about you and I’ve been thinking about you all of these days and months and probably all of these fucking years since I first met you.”

Your brain felt like mush.

"Then you knew? You treated me like that because you liked me? Only children tease the person they like."

"I didn’t know. I had no fucking idea before. And apparently, I am a fool for not having realized before and fuck, perhaps I’m a child as well then. I’m insecure. Because I wanted you to think about me too. And perhaps you don’t even remember but I’ve tried to be nice to you before and it didn’t work. But you started to give me attention when I made you mad. It was easy and playful and I saw how you often smiled when I turned my back to you and- fuck, I got hopeful. That you’d start to feel the same.”

“I do feel the same, for fuck’s sake! I am in love with you.”

Doyoung swallowed dryly. “Then why-”

“It was me.”

The boy furrowed his eyebrows.

“That morning after I left your room I took a shower, and-,” you looked around as if trying to find the courage to say what you had to say, “- I was thinking about you, so-”

Doyoung understood before you could finish the phrase and you saw his face fall.

“Wait, is it possible? Even if you do it?”

You scoffed incredulously. “You’re the Slytherin here. Until a few days ago I didn’t even know you had magical spit making you feel whatever I did to my own pussy!”

Doyoung closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if he needed a moment.

“But I researched it when you told me about the pencil. It has to do with some weird-ass Slytherin shit where couples own each other’s bodies. Most people find it hot to know when the partner is-” you cleared your voice as it got suddenly tiny from talking about that shameful topic.

“So no, I did not let anyone touch me. If you were smart enough you would have noticed that it didn’t happen anymore after you treated me like shit.”

The boy looked as if his soul left his body.

The silence engulfed the whole room and you avoided each other’s eyes.

But then it got disrupted by his movements. With slow steps, he walked the space from the middle of the room to the feet of the bed where you were sat down.

With weak limbs, he let himself down on his knees in front of you and slowly he let his face fall into your lap.

Your breath fell short. With trembling hands, you caressed his nape, lightly as if afraid to touch him, then his hair, patting it gently.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been a fool this whole time. Like, I am so stupid.” His voice was muffled by your clothes and his arms wrapped your waist even more while saying it.

“You’re the smartest person I know. But you could’ve just asked instead of assuming.”

He shook his head. “Yeah. Hey Y/N, so I can feel inside my gut that you orgasmed hard just now. Who did it? I thought you liked me.”

He raised his head again, his hair messy on the forehead, eyes lit up by the sun coming from your big windows and violent red cheeks. He looked young and vulnerable and suddenly the whole situation seemed so ridiculous that you laughed.

“I am sorry,” you chuckled and cupped his face. “You’re right. It was a weird situation. We should work on communication. And you should work on not being so insecure.” “You also assumed I fucked a girl just because I was talking to her.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay. We both have to work on that, alright?”

He sighed relieved seeing you smile.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you about that whole thing before. But I swear, I had no idea my feelings for you were that deep.” “Does it not work with mere crushes?” He shook his head.

"Well, do you know what I want now? For you to obtain my forgiveness?" you asked. "Me to kiss you." You flicked his head. "You will never drop that attitude of yours, will you?" He smiled even more. "I love to see you like this."

“I want something else,” you explained. Doyoung turned his head to the side. “Me eating you out?”

“Oh my God! No!” you tried to get away from his hold but he pushed you back on the bed and crawled beside you. “But that pussy is mine-” “Shut up!! Don’t say that ever again! You still need to apologize some more for that. Now I can’t even masturbate.” “You don’t need to masturbate if you have me.” “I fucking hate you so much.” “I love you too. So what was the thing that you wanted?”

“It’s just-- it’s unfair. So I-- also want to know.” “You want to own my cock?” he chuckled in the crook of your neck. “Why do you really have to use such words?!”

“You can do it. You just need to go down on me too.” “Even if I’m not a slytherin?” “If you’re in love with your slytherin partner, you don’t need to be one to be tied to them like that.” “Pants off then. Now.” _____

Haechan walked through Doyoung’s room with a chuckle, trying hard to avoid all the flowers that suddenly started to grow tall until reaching the ceiling.

With the corner of his eyes he also noticed the way all of them started to turn red and with a disgusted face, he moved faster, exiting it and closing the door behind him.

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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years

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Hit the Town (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.5K Warning: N/A Premise: After enjoying drinks with their friends, they escape to a quick dinner date.

A/N: Just self indulgent crack, don’t mind me.

They stood in comfortable silence as the elevator ascended to their destination, the scent of her perfume embracing his every sense in the confined space. Not surprisingly, Ethan had found himself easily persuaded to abandon the tower of paperwork that awaited him in favor of spending the rest of the evening with her.

As the elevator announced the 20th floor, she moved closer to him, her body fitting so perfectly to his side. “Are you still thinking about work?” she correctly guessed.

Ethan’s arm automatically draped over her shoulders, as though it was second nature.

“I’ve been thinking of nothing but work these past few months,” he confessed in the silence.

Lilac simply nodded. The same could be said for her-- for everyone at Edenbrook-- as the date of its final day loomed closer. That thought alone was enough to send his mind spiraling into a cesspool of melancholy. He forcefully pushed them away, deciding to focus instead on the rather pretty smile she gifted him.

“Let’s not think about work tonight,” she proposed, straightening her posture with a new sense of purpose. Her fingers toyed with the gold pocket square that matched her dress perfectly. “Tonight is about you, me, and how good we look for this date.”

The latter point of her argument was undeniable, at least when concerning Lilac. His girlfriend in the gold dress that clung to her like a second skin had to be the most alluring sight he had ever seen. His eyes traveled down the plunging neckline, tracing the sparkling band of her necklace.

Lilac caught him staring, her smile turning devilish as she pressed herself closer to him.

“Besides, there's so much more you could be doing with your time than paperwork,” she argued in a low whisper, lips pressed against the column of his throat.

Ethan wholeheartedly agreed with that compelling argument, particularly with the one her delicate hands made at the buttons of his shirt. A chill traveled down the length of his body, not from the air conditioner of the elevator but from the captivating, expectant way her green eyes studied him when she pulled back.

“Like what?” he asked anyway.

“Like me,” she returned without a beat in the sexiest murmur he had ever heard.

Ethan grinned down at her, surprised he had enough self control to do even that. “That was terrible, Allende.”

Yet it worked, his body thrummed with an overpowering need to push her against the elevator railing, the unbridled longing buzzing wildly through his veins like an exposed wire. The loud ding of the elevator announcing their arrival, however, interrupted what promised to be a charged and heady kiss.

Lilac took in the lavish décor of the restaurant, rendered even more intimate by the twinkling lights of the city sparkling through the floor to ceiling windows. As the maître d' approached, she hurriedly leaned up to whisper in his ear.

“Ethan, this looks like the kind of place that needs a reservation.”

Her eyes fell on the crystal chandelier adorning the high ceiling and added, “A reservation months in advance.”

Ethan only grinned crookedly at her.

“And given that I just seduced you into this date one hour ago, I really doubt we have one.”

“Seduced me? Is that how you'll get me to do your bidding from now on?”

He would welcome that new development. To his slight disappointment, however, she ignored this question, wide eyes fixed on the maître d' before them.

“Good evening. What is the name for the reservation?”

“Ethan Ramsey.”

The man nodded once. “Of course. Welcome, Dr. Ramsey. If you follow me.”

He turned to lead them into the luxurious dining room. By the time they sat at their private table with an unobstructed view of the bay, Lilac blinked out of her surprise.

“How did you—?”

“I'm friends with the head chef.”

“Of course you are.”

Ethan flashed her another crooked smile, this one taking effect immediately in the adorable blush of her cheeks. His own stomach swooped in response, part of him incredulous that he was really there, on a date with the woman of his dreams.

The waiter arrived and Ethan wasted no time in ordering an expensive bottle of champagne, earning him a curious glance from Lilac.

“What are we celebrating?”

The bravado seemed to fizzle out and Ethan, suddenly self conscious, shrugged. “The fact that we can finally do this openly, without having to hide.”

Her eyes met his, the rosy patches on her cheeks burning brighter. Looking positively touched, she gave him a fond smile.

Lilac did not have an opportunity to say anything else because their champagne arrived, along with a beautiful display of appetizers. At the sight of food, her expression brightened, eliciting a laugh from Ethan.

“I hate seafood but I'm going to try the Ahi Tuna Poke,” she informed him confidently.

Ethan raised his brows. “Why? You know you'll hate it.”

“I want to see if I'll like it now that I'm older and more mature.”

“Mature?” he asked with faux sarcasm.

Lilac stuck out her tongue at him. “You know what I mean. You start enjoying things you once hated as you grow older.”

Ethan considered this in the quiet ambiance of the restaurant. Finally, he nodded his agreement. “I definitely know what you mean. When I was younger, I hated pistachio ice cream. My dad always insisted on buying it and just the sight of it made me gag.”

It was Lilac's turn to laugh, endeared by the story. “Poor little Ethan,” she commented, leaning in to bop his nose with her finger. He would never admit it out loud but it made his chest swell pleasantly. “I always wondered what you were like when you were younger.”

“I was a devil. Remember that story about me blowing up my neighbor's shed?”

She laughed again but shook her head. “No, I mean I've never seen any pictures of young Ethan Ramsey.”

“That's been on purpose, Rookie. They're locked away in Providence, safe from prying eyes.”

Her shoulders deflated at that, the light of the chandelier catching the sequin of her dress. The crestfallen expression, however, did not last long.

“And how do I get access to these adorable pictures?”

“When I die.”

“Or,” she added without missing a beat, her expression brightening in a way Ethan didn't exactly appreciate. “I could just text Alan right now. I bet he'll send them if I asked.”

Ethan glared at her, finding it difficult to remain unsmiling when her playful grin lit up the entire room.

They stared each other down for a long minute before they both sprang into action at the same time, each reaching for their phone.

“Too late,” she proclaimed, her voice giddy. It attracted the attention of a nearby couple but she didn't seem to care. “I'm texting him now and—Oh my God, he's replying.”

Ethan wasn't even sure what he meant to do with his own phone. There was no chance he could ever compete with Lilac's lightning-speed texting.

Finally, a message came in on her phone and Lilac clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God,” she squealed, the sound muffled. “Ethan!”

He knew his father had sent her the pictures he requested because her eyes darted from her screen to Ethan and then back again.

“You were so—”

“Don't say—”

“Adorable!”

Lilac showed him her screen and he groaned.

As she dissolved into giggles, Ethan brandished his own phone at her. “You'll pay for that, Allende.”

“Go ahead,” she challenged. “Nothing you do is going to top—”

“I'm texting your sister,” he interrupted calmly. “For pictures of young you.”

Her laughter halted completely, all traces of humor vanishing entirely. With as much dignity as possible, she shrugged, though the intended effect was ruined by the way she had almost leapt across the table with every intention of snatching his phone away.

Before she could do just that, Ethan began to text.

“I'm going to murder her,” Lilac said passionately just as the server stopped at their table to refill their glasses. He didn't even bat an eye at Lilac's declaration.

“No need,” Ethan said with a chuckle, glancing at the pictures once more. “My plan of embarrassing you backfired since there's not a single bad picture of you in here.”

She rolled her eyes but he could tell she was fighting back a smile. Unable to resist, he gently took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. The private moment between them lingered, their eyes locked on each other’s as though magnetized.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Her lips were parted, her voice slightly breathless. “For what?”

“For making this night infinitely better.”

Her responding smile was brighter and far more breathtaking than the view of the city behind her.

“It's only just starting.”

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A/N: Told you that was crazy and pointless. I really wanted them to go out somewhere, anywhere in those hot outfits. Thank you if you made it this far!

Dedicated to @takeharryandgo who said “Ethan is the town and MC is going to hit it” in regards to the dress being changed from “Date Night” to “Hit the Town”

thank you @aestheticartsx for pre-reading!

Love you all,

Bree

Also, the Pictagram series: Chapter 10 is taking longer because work is crazy for me atm. I also want to make sure this particular chapter is the best it can possibly be!

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(Sorry if I forgot anyone)

tags: @openheart12 , @takeharryandgo , @trappedinfanfiction, @aestheticartsx, @aworldoffandoms, @paulfwesley, @myusualnerdyself, @rookie-ramsey, @ohchoices, @colossalpainintheass, @enmchoices, @i-bloody-love-drake-walker, @choicesfanaf, @openheartthot, @octobereighth, @nazarihoe, @utterlyinevitable, @kites-in-our-skies, @maurine07, @schnitzelbutterfingers, @doilooklikeiknow, @snesdudes, @kingliam2019, @perriewinklenerdie, @cinnamonspongecake, @choicesstan1, @queencarb, @ethxnrxmsey, @missmiimiie, @jens-diamondchoices, @adamsdumortain, @mrsramseyy, @apphia12, @kalogh, @lucy-268, @binny1985, @queenbirbs, @honeyandsunfl0wers, @newcolonies, @lilyvalentine, @rigatonireid, @interobanginyourmom, @parkerattano, @custaroonie, @nikki-2406, @lilypills, @chasingrobbie, @nooruleman, @angela8756, @lonely-mxxnlight, @ruinedbypixels, @shadynaturehilariouscookie, @tsrookie, @mvalentine, @professorkingslay, @drakewalkerfantasy, @casey-v, @helloblueeyedcat, @mysticaurathings, @blossomanarchy, @thegreentwin, @togetherwearerapture, @rookieoh, @ramseysno1rookie, @rookiemarsswiftie, @natashajaniphil, @mysticalgalaxysstuff, @hatescapsicum, @choices-lurker, @kiara-36, @junehiratas, @danijimenezv, @macy-ray85, @adrex04, @canigetanawwjunk, @sanchita012, @overwhelminglyaquarius , @scorpiochick8, @skylarklyon, @starrystarrytrouble, @mercury84choices, @drariellevalentine, @ethanrcmsey, @lion-ess24, @aarisa-frost, @kaavyaethanramsey , @udishaman

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jess-cnco-christopherlove016924 · 4 years

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Back in time for Halloween

•Side note:my name starts with a J that's way I called my YouTube channel CJV family and also sorry this took long

*it's the week of Halloween and your boyfriend (Christopher) got back home on Wednesday, you gave him 2 days just to relax and for him to catch up on his sleep due to tour. Today is Friday and your trying to think of of what YouTube video to make.You originally thought of filming my boyfriend rates my Halloween costume from fashion nova but they haven't arrived plus Chris has been playing video games all day, then theres a knock on the door*

Chris:*while playing he calls you from the living room *neña,someone's at the door*no response,this time the door bell rings*Babe...Y/N*you still don't hear him so he pauses his game and opens the door, it's the deliveryman with boxes from fashion nova.he signs for them than goes to your shared bedroom*hey,neña some boxes got delivered to you

Y/N:what? Really from where,when right now?

Chris:si neña right now,te estaba llamando pero no me escuhaste,es de fashion nova

Y/N:oh sorry baby estaba pensando que YouTube video to film ya que lo que ordene de fashion nova no estaba aqui but now I can do the fashion nova video but I need your help baby

Chris:En que neña*in his accent*no I want to play my games neña

Y/N:come on,please baby I promise you'll love it 😉 *winks*

Chris:Ok neña

Y/N:thank you amor*you hug him and kiss him*just give me about 15 minutes to set up everything y what to try on first

Chris:ok neña*he hugs you and kisses you back*while you do that I'm going to finish playing my game*he starts walking back*

Y/N:ok baby,I'll call you when I'm ready *you set up everything and start recording*hey CJ Veléz familia ok so since tomorrow is Halloween and most of you know my handsome baby is home from tour so who better than my baby to rate my Halloween costumes*you go to change to your first costume and put a robe on top*ok guys let me call him*you open the door and call him*babe I'm ready

Chris: *from the living room*ok neña ahi voy*he walks in*

Y/N:CJ Veléz fam let's welcome back the one and only Christopher velez,so how you been baby how does it feels to be back home

Chris:Neña I got home 2 days ago why your asking me again?

Y/N:amor I know I'm asking cause I know all the CJ fam want to know

Chris:Oh*laughs*I been good happy to be back home I missed my beautiful baby *hugs you and kisses you on the lips*

Y/N:*kisses him back*ok so set down baby and you'll rate my Halloween costumes but you'll have to close your eyes and open them when I tell you ok amor

Chris:ok amor*closes his eyes*

Y/N:*takes off robe*ok guys what you think*turns around*I like it guys cause even tho I'm not the skinniest or I might not have the biggest ass in the world it makes me look like I have more of a hourglass figure and my ass looks more out

Chris:Amor a mi no me importa el cuerpo Eres hermosa como Eres,para mi eres linda

Y/N:Aw thank you baby*kisses him*ok baby you can open your eyes

Chris:*opens his eyes*Wow baby *looks at you up and down*Can you take me for a ride later😜

Y/N:Chris sssshhh try keeping it at least PG-13 baby,I bought another one similar to this one but shorter oh I also bought you a few too,to kinda make it like a couple's costume like for this one I bought you one too,so what do you rate it baby from one to ten

Chris:ok ok I'll try,really thank you amor I thought I was going to have to go buy mine.I rate it a 9 just because it's my favorite color y because you look really sexy in it*smacks butt*

Y/N:*you grab your butt*BABE!ok baby I'll take it just because I have others that you will love,let me go change to the second costume*you go change*

Chris:ok baby I'm going to get a drink while you do that,want anything?

Y/N:A monster please*after about 10 minutes he comes back with his and your drink and also a bag of chips*

Chris:I'm back baby

Y/N:ok baby close your eyes*he does and you walk out*guys can you guess who I am?it's one of my favorite movies,it didn't come with the skirt but I put it on to make it look like a dress.You can open your eyes now baby what you think

Chris:*opens his eyes and while eating his chips*Wait your an evil doll or que neña?

Y/N:No Chris*grabs the chip from his hand*I'm Wednesday addams from the addams family*snap snap*

Chris:Oh*laughs*I give it a 5

Y/N:Wow really that fast,alright to the next one*Goes change*ok I'm coming out baby

Chris:ok*closes his eyes*

Y/N:*you come out walking backwards and your robe covering your body*baby you can have your eyes open for this one

Chris:*opens his eyes*Damn mami I love the view of this one*Bites his lips*I Cum in peace👽🖖🏼

Y/N:BABE!ok CJs I don't know if you can tell what I am by looking at my headband but I'm an alien*pulls away the robe*the back is way to open so I can't turn around*puts on the robe,opens your monster and takes a few sips*so what you rate it baby

Chris:A 8.5 baby cause you look sexy AF as an alien Miami

Y/N:Y you look sexy AF with your messy hair*you mess up his hair even more*Ok next*you change into the black/red dragon ninja*ready baby?

Chris:*closes his eyes*Si neña

Y/N:*comes out*Open your eyes baby

Chris:*opens his eyes,his eyes get filled with lust*Aver turn around baby*you do,looks at you up and down while biting his lip.he pulls you towards him to sit on his lap and whispers*Let's turn off the camera already mami I want to be inside of you already*Starts kissing your neck*

Y/N:*drinks more monster*let me finish...*you feel him getting harder*Ok CJ fam someone can't wait to get back to playing his games so I'm going to leave the pictures in the end and what he rated every costume but like always love you all don't forget to like share and subscribe if your not subscribe yet see you all in the next one bye guys*turns off the camera*

Chris:*picks you up while grabbing your ass and throws you on the bed*You think that's funny neña*gets on top of you,his hands roaming your body and kissing you*

Y/N:what baby*kisses him back*

Chris:*flips you around on your stomach and smacks your ass*Teasing me like that,walking out the closet half naked and not being able to fuck you*Starts rubbing your pussy*

Y/N:but babe...mmm...papi it's not teasing if*moans*it's called...AH...my boyfriend...AH...rates my halloween cost...AH

Chris:Ya se Como se llama neña*smacks your ass*it's still teasing*smacks your ass again*Y for that I'm going to get even Mami*Grabs your face and kisses you before going into the closet and comes back with the box where you guys keep your toys😉 pulls out handcuffs with his finger he tells you to go to him.you crawl from the bed to him.You look up at him*That was very naughty of you baby girl so now your going to get punished,take off your costume get on your knees y hold up your wrist*you do as he says while your doing that he lowers his sweatpants and boxers he than puts the handcuffs on you*Y ahora abre esa linda boca*You do he puts his thumb on your lips*Que tan linda boca la tuya Mami*he sticks a finger inside your mouth*MMM...que tan rico me lo chupas Mami*he grabs a fist full of hair making it into a messy bun*I want to see that pretty mouth around my Dick*he pushes himself into you*Now are you going to be a good girl for daddy,listen to daddy y not tease daddy anymore

Y/N:*gags*mmmmhhh...*moans*

Chris:*grabs your breast with his free hand*Use your words baby

Y/N:*stops sucking his Dick*Yes daddy

Chris:good baby girl*pushes you back into his Dick*AH...asi mami que rico*you start gagging and hold on tighter onto his legs*You want me to fuck you now like the slut you are Mami*he looks down at you and you nod your head.He picks you up by your ass and carries you to the bed.You two start making out,he goes lower to your neck*

Y/N:AH...si papi...AH*he gives you a hickey than goes lower to your breast and starts sucking on one nipple while pinching the other after a while he switches,he gives you another hickey on your left boob, he goes lower to your belly button once he gets to your sensitive part he places soft kisses down to your inner thighs.you moan when he hears you moaning he than starts lightly biting your inner thighs,you moan out his name*Chris...yes daddy...MMM...asi papi...Christopher... AH*He than starts kitten licking your pussy a few times before eating you out,You start moaning more and more.he sticks a finger inside and starts pumping after a while he sticks two more fingers.You start grabbing to the sheets and moan*Fuck daddy yes yes Chris...stick your dick in me already

Chris:*pulls out his fingers and slaps your breast*Ask nicely neña

Y/N:*moans*AH please daddy fuck me already,stretch me out daddy please I want you inside of me papi*give him puppy eyes*

Chris:Aaaawww you look so cute begging like the slut you are mami*grabs your face and kisses you, than he takes off the handcuffs.he gets on top of you and sticks his dick inside of you*

Y/N:*moans*AH...AH...Christopher...MMM *you start grabbing the bed sheets even harder.your back arching.Moans*Chris

Chris:*He feels that your close to Cumming*Aw baby*in his accent*That fast your going to Cum neña

Y/N:*moans*AH...Chris,you know I missed you a lot...AH...MMMM...you were gone for 2 months papi

Chris:Oh really my baby girl missed me a lot*kisses you on the lips*mucho mucho

Y/N:*kisses him back *Si papi mucho mucho

Chris:Oh really ya lo veremos Mami*He grabs the headboard with both hands and starts fucking you harder*

Y/N:*moan after moan after moan* AH...AH...AH...chr...chris...AH Chris... MMM...Christopher*your body starts shaking,back arching up.Your eyes roll back and scream*CHRISTOPHER!!! I'm Cum...I'm Cumm...cumming

Chris:*moans*Cum for daddy Mami...AH *soon after you he cums inside of you* AH fuck baby*once you have come down from your climax you lay next to him*Oh baby girl I'm not done with you,now I want you to ride me*in a second he flips you around*

Y/N:But daddy I need a...*he smacks your ass and you let out a moan*

Chris:what did I say slut,the more you disobey the longer the punishment understood!*you whine a bit.He smacks your ass again but harder this time,You gasp and he smacks your ass harder*Understood neña

Y/N:*moans*Yes daddy

Chris:*he massages your ass*Good girl*he rubs your pussy before you sink down on his rock hard Dick*AH yeah mami your so wet baby*he licks his finger than continues rubbing your pussy*You taste even more delicious con mi créma mami

Y/N:*moans*AH...yes daddy only for you papi AH...AH...AH Chris

Chris:good mami,now slide down on daddy's cock baby girl*you grab his dick and slide down on him*AH Fuck mami AH que rico baby*grabs your hips to make you go faster*

Y/N:*moans*AH yeah...AH Fuck... Christopher*you start to move faster on your own so he moves his hands to your ass,he squeezes your ass*AH...Fuck Chris que rico papi AH...AH*your voice start to get shakey*chr...chris...christo... pher Fu*your body starts shaking the knot inside you snaps.Your eyes roll back,you hold on to the headboard with both hands but your head falls on his shoulder.You lightly bit on his shoulder and give him a hickey while trying to moan.he doesn't like that so he grabs your hair,pulls your head back*

Chris:I want to hear you moan loud and clear got that slut*he smacks your ass a few times and then grabs your breast,starts sucking on them than switching ever few minutes*

Y/N:*moans*Yes daddy*he starts fucking you even faster again until he unloads in you after a while his thrust starts getting slapper*

Chris:*moans*Fuck baby*you two lay there in bed for a bit,you than get up*Amor where your going,quedate aqui

Y/N:*He fucked you so good that your walking like a new born deer,so you have to lean against each the wall for balance*Baby I need to show you the rest of the costumes y edit el YouTube video

Chris:Aaaww babe no!!ok while you do that voy a ordenar Sushi*He gets up to help you and to kiss you*Te extrane mucho neña

Y/N:*kisses him back*Yo tambien te extrane mucho mi papi Chulo*He goes gets his phone from the living room than walks back into the bedroom while ordering sushi,he later than rates all the costumes*

•red ninja 7/10

•sexy Freddy 9/10

•racer shorts jumpsuit 10/10

•Red ridding hood 9/10

•skeleton onesie 6/10

•Sexy maid 20/10

•Sexy school girl 10/10

•pink fortnite bunny 50/10

•bulma bunny 30/10

•angel 8/10

•devil 10/10

•army jumpsuit 9/10

•racer referee 6/10

•princess jasmine 5/10

•sexy goku 100/10

•sexy goku blue boots 8/10

*you edit the video and upload it to your channel,you finish just in time when the sushi gets delivered.Chris and you eat than play video games for a bit, take a shower and later watch scooby-do(2002)before going to sleep.the next morning you two wake up early and go to the store to get rest of the stuff you need to make the desserts for tonight's Halloween party you and the guys planned you come home and starts baking while Chris plays fortnite live with the guys*

Chris:*laughs*Ay papa loco erick pero que tu haces

Erick:*doing flips and turns in the beginning of a new level *Ay pero que no tu Míras Chris*Chris copies him*

Richard:come on guys let's play already in a bit we're going to have to get ready for the party,let's try to play 3 rounds

Zabdiel and Joel:yeah come on guys

Joel:let's hurry please guys plus I need a go to Chris and Y/N house so Y/N can help me with my makeup*it's the last round and it's already 3:00,you finish the desserts,you get ready before you do Chris a simple vampire makeup and before Joel gets there,you wear the fortnite pink bunny customer once Joel gets to your apartment you do his wolf makeup*

*At the roof top party*

*eveyone is having a good time talking, laughing and dancing.there's not a lot of people,only close friends and family.the guys are setting down at a talk,you walk up to them with a box a pizza and some drinks,you set next to Chris*

Richard:hey Y/N I thought you and Chris were going to have a couple's costume on

Y/N:yeah I wanted to do that pero Chris quiso ser vampiro last minute -_-

All 4:wow Chris like always changing everything last minute

Y/N:I know right,I wouldn't be surprised if he decides to stop sharing his food with me one day or leave me*You say in a joking way.all 4 of them and you laugh while Chris just looks at you*

Chris:I will never leave you baby te lo prometo*he brings you closer to him,kisses your cheek and hugs you from your hips and rubs his thumb a bit he can't feel your underwear line than he moves his hand to your back,he doesn't feels your bra straps neither.he whispers in your ear*Amor do you have underwear or a bra on?

Y/N:Nope*he just looks at you with his eyes wide open*what babe I didn't wanted them to show

Chris:so what do you have under that?

Y/N:nothing just band-aids covering my nipples

Chris:*his eyes fill up with lust and tells the guy*we'll be back guys*he gets up grabs you by the hand and takes you to 1 out the 3 bathroom on the roof top* and locks it*that was very mean of you baby

Y/N:De que baby

Chris:really amor de Que?*starts making out,in his accent*of you saying I'll leave you se tu sabes que te amo mucho baby but I'll prove it to you again*he picks you up and puts you on the counter top sink*now let's see if we really aren't wearing anything under that*he starts rubbing your pussy*will I don't feel any panties*after a while he rips the costume than he looks at you*

Y/N:BABE!how am I going to get out of the bathroom like this

Chris:*tisk tisk*naughty naughty very naughty of you baby girl what if someone found out huh or if one of the guys found out*smacks your ass*

Y/N:*moans*AH...so y que tiene si se enteran *you bit your lip*

Chris:En verdad que teine,que teine *smacks your ass harder,he starts rubbing your pussy again but faster*

Y/N:*moans*Chris for real how...am I..going to AH Fuck...AH

Chris:*start kissing your neck*Don't worry baby girl I'll get you a change of clothes later*he than takes off his pants and boxers and rubs your pussy with his Dick before sticking it inside you*

Y/N:*you grab onto the edge of the counter top,moans*Chris AH....AH...Fuck Chris...Christopher AH si papi...AH *chris kisses you to quiet down your moans after 25 you knot snap,you start to fall back but Chris catches you,he holds you up and starts to go faster till he cums*

Chris:*moans*Fuck baby,wait here baby I'll be back*he puts back he's pants and boxers,takes the ripped costume and sneaks out and goes to the apartment changes to the skeleton onesie and takes yours to you,he does a secret knock*

Y/N:*opens the door*thank you baby*he pops his head in to kiss you after you change you both see the guys on the dance floor and go dance in the group*

Richard:*sees you both but doesn't says anything until you guys go back to table *Yo Chris where did you guys go you were gone for a while

Chris:what you mean rich we went to check we still had enough desserts and go change cause we got cold*laughts*

Y/N:who wants drinks*you get up and go get drinks for everyone*

Richard:*looks at Chris*really Chris I heard you both and saw you sneak out the bathroom*you sip your drink awkwardly and Chris just laughs than changes subject,for the rest of the night everyone chats,laughs and dances*

#christopher-velez-x-reader #christopher velez #cnco #cnco smut #christopher velez smut

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The Way of Time (Rdr2 fanfic) - Chapter 9 (1/3)

I’m back with my sh*t!! I should definitely keep writing, but I’m so full of things to do...

Chapter 9 (1/3) - Good morning, bad news

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It took a little before he opened his eyes. First he regained consciousness, stretched his back on the hard ground covered by the old worn blanket, and then he tried to yawn. I say he tried because when he opened his mouth immediately a pain on his lower jaw forced him to close his mouth again and squeeze his eyes in a suffering expression.

“Ahi, coño” he swore and brought a hand to cover the right cheek.

That beast, the day before, had almost broke his face with that huge punch he had given him, and if it wasn’t for Arthur, who had distracted him, he would have been a headless Mexican by now. He wondered how Arthur was doing after that fight. He was the one who had got worse, being beaten by that big man in the middle of the road.

He finally decided to open his eyes and check if Charles was still asleep next to him or he had already woken up. He was already up of course, he didn’t expect otherwise. Sitting up, Javier also realized he had a terrible pain on his left ribs, but this time he had no idea of who among all those men inside the saloon had been the one to hurt him there.

“Hey, you getting ready?” he asked to Charles when he reached him near the horses.

“Ah-ah. We must meet with Trelawny in one hour.”

“I know, I know. Give me a minute” he said turning around and slowly heading to the kitchen.

He needed coffee, and something to eat for the journey. He greeted Pearson, Miss Grimshaw, Abigail and the Adler widow on his way to the coffee pot and as soon as he kneeled down and put his hands on it, Emily showed up.

“Arthur told me about the bar fight. How are you?”

“Fine enough.”

“You have a bad bruise on your face. You should put something on it, like some ice.”

“Where do you think I can take ice?” he snorted pouring himself some coffee.

“Right. I better reach Charles. I want to check how is he and then we should go out for the lesson.”

“We’re leaving” he informed her standing up with a grimace of pain.

“Leaving? Why?”

“We found Sean. We’re going to rescue him.”

“Sean, really? Have you told Karen?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, I’m going to tell her now! Good luck Javier!”

As she said that, she run away with her skirt fluttering in all directions. Javier shook his head, finished his coffee in a few gulps, took a couple of bean cans from the supplies and went back to Charles. In fifteen minutes, they were already leaving.

Karen had just woken up and she sat upright to stretch her back and rub her eyes. Abigail, who was already up, walked right in front of her, but she didn’t say anything, not even a ‘good morning’. Everybody in camp knew that they didn’t have to say a word to Karen in the morning, at least not until she had drunk her coffee and smoked her cigarette, especially her cigarette, or she would have summoned all the powers on earth and sky to make a lighting strike you exactly where you were, leaving only a pile of ashes on the ground.

Everybody knew that, except Emily who came running with a big smile on her face, or as Karen described her in her mind, the most idiotic expression she had ever seen. The hell was she smiling for so early in the morning?

“I have to tell you something that will make you…”

“Fuck off.”

“But…”

“Fuck off!”

“It’s about Sean.”

Despite the fact that she wanted to kill her at that moment, Karen looked up at her and that was all Emily needed to start talking.

“Javier told me they found him. Charles told me the law took him captive, but they’re going to rescue him. Aren’t you happy?” she said clapping her hands and making some little jumps that made her look more stupid than usual.

“Delighted. Now, please, will you FUCK OFF!”

Emily jumped at those loud and rude words, and turned around with a scoff.

“Screw you, Karen” she replied running away.

Karen stood up and slowly headed to the kitchen and only when she took the first sip of coffee she actually thought about what Emily had told her.

So, Sean was alive. Good. No, not just good, GREAT. She missed him, she was hoping so hard that he wasn’t dead, and she couldn’t wait for him to come back.

Karen shook her head. The hell no. He was a pain in the ass. He was a little piece of shit with the biggest ego she had ever seen in a person. As soon as they had seen each other, he would have surely started with all that fantasy about her being in love with him.

But of course she loved him. He was an idiot sometimes, but she did love him, she just couldn’t tell him. And yes, she couldn’t wait to see him again, and sit with him by the fire and sing one of those beautiful songs he knew, with that terrible voice he had that made him sound like a dead cat.

Karen smiled to herself and then pushed away the feelings and the thoughts, taking another sip and preparing for a day of work with Miss Grimshaw.

...

Javier and Charles weren’t the only couple that was leaving that morning. Walking again next to the horses, Emily spotted Lenny and Micah loading the last things on their saddles and she walked closer both pushed by the curiosity to know where they were heading and to tell them Sean would soon be with them again.

“Dutch told us to go to Strawberry. See how things are lying in West Elisabeth, find some opportunity. I guess Sean will be here by the time we come back, so we can have a party” said Lenny.

With most of the men gone, the camp soon became silent and at Emily’s eyes it appeared also extremely sad. The empty tents and campfires made it look like an abandoned place and she hoped that moment wouldn’t last much and that soon everybody would have come back.

Her mind went to Arthur and about how he was doing with the reverend. She had thought that rescuing him wouldn’t take much time, but she was wrong because she didn’t know Arthur was having a hard time at the Flatneck Station.

She decided to spend that time finishing the oil for John’s scars and when she was done, she went looking for him.

He was seated at one of the tables and he was studying a piece of paper with a lot of lines and names on it.

“You people seem to have a thing for maps” she laughed sitting next to him.

“Excuse me?” he asked frowning.

“Never mind. I’m done. Here’s the oil” she said leaving the jar on the table, which John took to study.

“It’s still too soon. You have to wait for those cuts to heal completely, which will take a week more, I think, and then you can start using it” she added.

“Well, thank you, I guess.”

“What are you doing with that?” she asked pointing at the map.

“Looking for a place to rob. A town, a ranch, something in the surroundings that could make us gain some money.”

Emily didn’t like the fact that he wanted to rob some people in a town or in a ranch, but she asked anyway: “and, have you found something?”

“Hosea said Valentine is a live stock town, so they should sell, what? Cows and sheep in there?”

“I’ve seen sheep when I’ve been there” Emily informed him.

“And the nearest place to have sheep may be this “Emerald Ranch”. We could go and find out if they are preparing some for being sold.”

“We?”

“Well, yeah I guess…”

John turned his head from left to right and checked the place like he was looking for something.

“There’s no many folks left, so I guess… I can’t bring Bill, he’d ruin everything so… maybe I’ll go alone” he ended looking again at the map and shaking his head.

“If you need a hand, and you just have to check something, I can come with you” proposed Emily.

“You?” asked John looking at her.

“Why? Because I’m a woman?”

“N-no…”

He wanted to say “because from what I heard you are as dumb as Bill” but her face made him understand that it was better if he didn’t utter that sentence.

“Yes, yes I think I can bring you with me” he said in the end.

“Good. When?” she asked.

“Well, I still don’t know. I’ll let you know.”

“Okay. Remember: everyday, twice a day, and your face will look much better in a month” she added tapping on the jar before standing up to go away.

...

Arthur left the reverend under his tent just when Miss Grimshaw came closer to ask what had happened.

“Just… the usual” he replied with a shrug.

“Poor bastard.”

“He was lucky, this time. Real lucky” he said going away.

He couldn’t believe the crazy chase that man had forced him to do that morning, and he was feeling already tired, but there was no time to rest.

He went looking for her. He wanted to tell her about his discovery, even if he already knew she would freak out at the news.

She was speaking with John. He waited until she stood up to go away and in the meantime he observed how the two of them looked so distinct from the distance: John so ugly, scarred and mean, Emily so pretty and neat. It must have been the same impression Arthur gave to the deputy when he walked inside the sheriff’s with her.

And how? How could Arthur walk beside her in the street and not feel diminished by her presence? And how couldn’t she notice that?

He took a deep breath and reached her.

“Hey.”

“Hey, you’re back. How’s the reverend?”

“Alive, for now. I found him. I found one of the men in the photographs. The pig farmer.”

“Emmet Granger?”

Emily already knew the people in those photos by heart.

“Yeah, and… well, I asked him about Calloway, but uhm… he wasn’t very pleased and… well I had to shoot him.”

“YOU DID WHAT?” she exclaimed bringing her hands to her face and covering her mouth in shock.

“Hey, he kept threatening me, and humiliating me, so first I returned the favor. Then, I was going away but he engaged me in a duel. I couldn’t…”

“You returned the favor?”

“I made pig shit rain on him.”

Her face changed immediately from shocked and disappointed to funny and goofy: she was trying to restrain the laughter.

“You did what?”

“I-I put dynamite in a pile of pig shit and made it rain on him.”

She busted out laughing and Arthur smiled at her amusement. He expected another reproach for his behavior, not a laugh.

“Anyway, I couldn’t leave without taking care of him” he said in the end.

“Jesus, Arthur” she whispered and brought a hand to hide her eyes, still smiling, but forcefully returning to a serious demeanor.

“You didn’t have to kill him.”

“Yeah, well next time why don’t you try to convince a crazy old man to talk about his past as famous gunslinger.”

“I would have if you had brought me with you! You promised I could come.”

“Believe me, you haven’t missed much.”

“But next time I’ll come with you. Say it!”

“Okay, okay. Next time we’ll try to convince the asshole together.”

...

Emily sighed and looked at his face. She wanted to ask more details about how Granger had died, understand if Arthur was just defending himself or if he had started the thing, but at the same time she was afraid to know he had been the one who started it. She didn’t want to think about him as a murderer.

“At least you found something about Calloway?” she asked in the end.

“Nothing.”

Silence fell between them, an embarrassing silence. Emily couldn’t remove from her head the image of Arthur shooting someone in cold blood, and at the same time, that image reminded her of something similar she had done recently, and the weight of her actions was starting to be felt again on her shoulders. Arthur cleared his throat before finding an excuse to leave, breaking the silence and the tension.

She couldn’t believe those people knew nothing but violence. It seemed they didn’t even try to find an alternative to killing, some way to convince people that wasn’t pointing a gun to their heads. She had created an idolized idea of them at the beginning, but that idea was starting to fade away.

But she had to admit the shower of shit was funny. She smiled again thinking about it. It must have been like one of those scenes in kids cartoons, like Mickey Mouse or Duffy Duck, just more… dirty.

In a couple of hours, in addition to everybody leaving camp, Arthur and Hosea decided to leave too. They wanted to go looking for one of the legendary animals in Hosea’s map. They called her intentionally to tell her about it, and not only that.

Arthur had already removed the saddle from his horse and he was tapping his hand on its back.

“I’ll leave Drover to you. Take good care of him, he’s a good horse” he said.

“You’re leaving it to me? And how… how will you travel?” she asked.

“I’m going to sell this one” he replied pointing at the big black horse next to him.

“And in the meantime, I’ll buy a new horse. Drover is good, but sometimes he gets scared easily, so be careful when you ride him.”

“I will” she said, but in her mind she was thinking she would have never tried to ride him on her own.

She looked at them mounting on the horses and disappear into the woods. And now, the camp really felt empty. However, Miss Grimshaw gave Emily no time to think about it, putting her to work after the days of laziness and boredom.

She was assigned to the clothes washing and she took the chance to wear her “normal” clothes and wash the shirt and the skirt.

“In the future is so much simple” she said to Abigail as they hanged the clean laundry.

“We have a thing called washing machine. You put the clothes inside and it washes them, so you don’t have to rub and ruin your hands with water and detergents.”

“Why don’t you build it, this way Miss Grimshaw will stop torturing us” she replied, but her tone was heavily sarcastic. Abigail was one of those who still didn’t believe in Emily’s story.

Talking seriously, no-one believed in the possibility that Emily truly came from the future, but some of them, like Mary-Beth, Tilly, Hosea and Charles, believed in her conviction that she came from the future, so if it was real for her, it was real for them too, but they didn’t actually believe in a fact, they believed in a belief.

“You all are too hard with her. She’s just doing what she thinks it’s better to make this camp work. Your hygienic situation it’s already unstable. Without her it would be disastrous” said Emily.

In those days she had thought a lot about the harsh reaction Miss Grimshaw had had with her, but also about how worried everybody said she was because of her disappearance, and so, Emily decided to forgive her and forget the fact that she had been slapped, and, on the contrary, she started to take her defense every time somebody silently attacked her for something she said or did in camp.

Since the place was much more boring with most of its people gone, Emily also started to visit Kieran constantly, alway being careful not to touch him with a single finger, but she had also noticed that since she had loosened his ropes and made him sit on the ground, no-one had tightened them again, so that now he could stay seated and sleep correctly.

Emily wondered if that had happened because she had somehow put some humanity in those people’s heart or just because no-one bothered to put him in the right place again.

With Kieran, Emily talked mainly about horses. When the man found out she knew nothing about those animals he loved so much, he decided to make her some real lessons about them.

“What about that one? What breed is it?” she asked pointing at Dutch’s horse.

“That one is an albino Arab, which is different from a white Arab because of his eyes, you see them? They are clear.”

“What about Charles’s horse? Taima. She is so strange, with all those colors.”

“He has an Appaloosa. Quite common horse, sweet and calm, good for training.”

It also happened that she brought Drover near the spot Kieran was tied to, so that he could give her indications about how to groom him. How to use the brush correctly, how to touch him, all the things she used to do with Charles.

“You know so much. If you weren’t tied here I’d ask you to teach me something more about riding, now that everybody who could teach me is gone” she murmured with a long face.

“I wish I were free too.”

“You know what you should do? Prove yourself to them. Give them something that can make them understand you are not a bad guy.”

But that was a real issue for Kieran, because he was terrified that, if he spoke, Dutch would kill him after he had what he wanted.

Emily didn’t want to hear it, she didn’t want to think Dutch or Hosea or somebody else could be so ruthless to kill poor Kieran as soon as they had what they wanted. She was aware that after what had happened she better didn’t stick her nose in that question, but she was taking it as something personal and wanted to do something: to prove to herself that those people weren’t as terrible as sometimes they seemed, to prove that Kieran wasn’t dangerous, to prove to everybody that kindness was the right way.

“Emily!”

The kid’s voice distracted her from her thoughts.

“Hey, Jack!”

“Can we play?”

...

Emily didn’t stop making up new games. Every time Jack asked her she always came up with something new. Duck, Duck, Goose was one of his favorites because they played with his mom, Tilly, Mary-Beth and Karen, even if the latter wasn’t very pleased to play and they had to force her. Then, there was hide and seek, Simon Says, which was super fun because they played with Mr. Pearson - whose name was Simon - and he always found something hilarious to make, and then Hopscotch and the Explorers. If Jack was having a bad day or he was bored he knew he could always go to Emily and she would have found a way to cheer him up.

That day they played hide and seek and when they were tired enough, to rest, Emily chose a particular spot in camp and told him to lay on the ground and look at the sky.

“Why?” he asked.

“You’ll see” she replied.

It was the perfect day: there were enough clouds and not much wind so that the movements they made created many shapes and figures. Emily explained him how it worked and soon they started to see every kind on thing in the clouds.

“Look! That looks like a dog! I like dogs!” exclaimed Jack.

“And that looks like roasted chicken! God, I miss chicken” Emily said bringing a hand on her half empty stomach.

“How does it taste like?”

“It tastes like chicken.”

“I’ve never eaten chicken.”

“What does it mean, you never tried chicken?” she asked looking at him in shock.

“Mr. Pearson only makes his stew. I eat that.”

Their argument went on for a while, until Emily sweared she would have found a way to make Jack eat chicken.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption fanfiction #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female oc #Javier Escuella #Charles Smith #kieran duffy #karen jones #jack marston

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