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[kennedybaby]

DO I WANNA KNOW ? ~ LEON S. KENNEDY.

Summary: Leon just had to take the chance.

Word count: 3.814k / Warnings: stepcest, dddne, mild dubcon at first.

Contents 18+: unprotected sex, missionary, he eats your pussy thru the damn panties, he got a big dick (canon), praising, clit-slap (?), creampie, risky sex.

Pairing: Stepbrother! Leon S. Kennedy X Fem! Reader.

Author note: writing got a little rusty.... but!!! i had fun writing this （＾ν＾）stepbro leon is 2 die 4. kudos to the anon who sent the idea of stepbro leon into my inbox. ilyyyyy 🩷

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have you no idea that you’re in deep? i dreamt about you nearly every night this week. how many secrets can you keep?

You drive him insane. Literally. And it’s not even your fault, you were nothing but a sweetheart and Leon was nothing but a complete, degenerate mess when it comes to you.

You were the forbidden fruit that Leon desperately wanted to devour.

There’s a time when he’s left alone in his room after a long, exhausted day at work and all he could think about was you. It doesn’t help how he always had to come home late due to his late-night patrols around the city and all he can hear within the thin walls was your muffled moans and the sound of your fingers squelching and pushing into your cunt. You didn’t know about two things; One, Leon coming back home late because he always makes sure not to make too much noise when he’s downstairs. Two, Leon pressing his ear against the wall with his cock in his fist, furiously stroking up and down to the sound of your mewls. By the time you were done, all he can hear is the water running and splashing in the marbled sink of your bathroom as you washed your hands clean while he was reaching for tissues to wipe his semen off his sheets and abs.

It sort of become a daily routine for Leon. It’s wrong, he knows, you’re his stepsister and the thoughts he had for you in mind were nowhere near appropriate for someone who he should consider as his little sister. But he can’t just suppress the thoughts and feelings he had, the more he pushed aside, the more it grows and torments him, basically eating him alive. The fact that he lives under the same roof as you alone makes things harder for him, but he wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.

Leon gets to see you, a lot. He’d see you laying on your stomach with your shirt slightly ridden up on your back and your shorts hugging the curve of your ass, baby pink panties peeking thru its hem without you noticing it. And sometimes, his eyes would linger on you longer than he anticipated, his teeth biting the inside of his cheeks as his feet nervously tapped on the wooden flooring. You’d bend down in front of him to pick up the spoon on the floor and his breath would hitch seeing the outline of your pussy strained against your shorts. You were none the wiser, oblivious to the way his eyes flittered on your body and your lips but never directly on your eyes.

Because if Leon did look you in the eyes, he would feel guilty for thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter and fuck you stupid when you genuinely wanted to know how his day went at work.

“Leon?” You softly call out his voice, knuckles knocking on the door of his bedroom before Leon rushed to answer you. The sweat on his forehead was quickly wiped with the back of his hand, and his breathing ragged as he adjusted himself. “Yeah?” His voice was strained, exhausted from his work. “Can I come in?” Your fingers toyed with the steel doorknob, leaning your forehead lightly against his door. You heard the small ‘yeah’ before he opened it to you. Lips curling into a small smile, you looked up at him before you stepped inside his room. “Were you sleeping? I didn’t mean to bother.” You said to him, sitting on the edge of his bed before you crossed your legs. “No, no, I was just... Resting.” He replied, his eyes following your every move. Pushing the strands off your face, you tilt your head to the picture of you and him on his bedside.

“Aw, you still kept this?” You hold up the photo frame at him, your thumb glided on the glass surface gently as you gaze at it. “Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugged before he takes a sit next to you on his bed, purposely grazing his fingers against your thighs as he bite back the urge to let out a content sigh.

“I was so cute back then,” Your lips slightly puckered out, pouting at the sight of your younger version in the picture. A warm spread throughout your chest, it’s nice to know Leon keeps this photo of you and him— it makes you feel special. “You’re still so cute now.” His compliment brings heat to your cheeks, your elbow finding their way to playfully nudge his ribs before a soft chuckle left past your lips when he nudged you back. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You rolled your eyes, placing back the picture frame on the table before you leaned back and lay on his bed with a small thud.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” He grinned at you, laying back next to you before he take a deep breath. He’d glanced at you, once, just one look on your face before he quickly avert his eyes away from you and glued them back on the ceiling. Leon knows he would end up staring at you, it’s a bad habit. He can’t help it, just the way your eyes drowsily looked up to the ceiling, your lips slightly parted as your fingers cling to his pillow. He wondered if your fingers would cling to the meat of his thighs if he was fucking your throat, filling every corner of your mouth with his cock until hot tears streamed down your wet cheeks— “They didn’t even tell me they were out of town.” The sound of your voice cutting thru the silence pause his thoughts before Leon tilts his head at you. “Why? You wanna go out or something? They’re just out attending my— our dad’s work party somewhere out of town in a hotel.” He stated.

‘Yeah, right, our dad. As if I wasn’t just thinking about fucking my stepsister.’ Leon thought to himself. God, he’s a sick, sick man.

“I know, I’m just really bored. That’s why I came here.” You said to him, completely oblivious to the fact that his eyes practically gleamed at your w. Leon sits up on his bed, his fingers pushing back the strands of hair on his face before he turned to look at you, a small smirk dawns on his lips. “So you come to me to have fun?” A small giggle left past your lips, the faint blush on your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. “Please, you make that sounds weird.” You shake your head, only to quickly shut down the fit of giggles you had when you feel his fingers brush against your thighs. Heat courses to your cheeks before a low hum emitted out of you, “Weird? I don’t know what you’re implying.” Leon does, he does. Fuck, this was probably the most he could do to you, just stroking your thighs as his fingers grow higher and higher as the warmth of your cunt radiates against his skin. He swallowed thickly, his fingers lightly squeezing the fat of your thighs before he leaned down to you. “Maybe you’re the weird one.”

Your eyes slightly widened, fingers quickly latching on his wrist before you stopped him from going further. “Leon,” You made a pathetic attempt to sound stern when you called his name when in reality, your voice sounded more like a whine as if you wanted him to keep going. “We can’t.” You didn’t say no, you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t want this too. You lose count of how many nights you spent, staying up watching taboo porn under your blanket with your fingers desperately stuffing your cunt and trying to relieve the ache between your legs while having Leon at the back of your head. You lose count of how many times you muffled out his name into your pillow every time you climaxes around your fingers during the darkest hour. And now that, Leon’s hand is practically inches away from grazing against your pussy, all you could do is looked away from his piercing gaze as you clench your thighs around his wrist. “It’s wrong.”

But it doesn’t mean neither he nor you wanted it less. Leon probably wanted it the most, his mind practically going haywire from how close your body is pressed to his.

“I can stop if you want, just say the word.” His voice was soft and you can’t help but look back into his eyes, before you lay there, contemplating if you should just go for it. Either you do it now, where no one’s home or never do it with him and to be honest, you would pick the first option in a heartbeat. “Keep going,” As soon as you let those words out, Leon leaned in to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips as explored every inch of your mouth. His hand resting on your cheek while the other is rubbing your clit thru your shorts with his index and middle fingers until there’s a damp spot forming on the fabric. Pulling away from the kiss with a string of saliva connected on the tip of each other tongues. “You’re so wet already,” He grinned, his face diving between the crook of your neck before he gently nibs your skin and sucked the fresh hickey he gives you on your neck.

“You love getting your pussy played by big brother?” When did that innocent nickname you used to call him make you so flustered? The way it smoothly rolled off to the tip of his tongue and the way his voice slightly dropped an octave made it sound lewd. You hated how much it turns you on, your cunt dripping with your arousal just from his little teasing. “Leon, stop embarrassing me.” You huffed in slight annoyance at his teasing before you hide your heated face with his pillow which Leon was not too happy with. He quickly takes the pillow off your grasp and throws it behind him, “No hiding, princess. D’you know how long I waited to do this?” Leon whispered to you, his lips kissing your jawline. “Too damn long.” He grumbled, pulling away from you before he kneels on the floor. His hands easily dragged you to the edge of his bed before he parted your thighs. “All I can think about is fucking you stupid, do you know how much that tortures me knowing I can’t?” He groans, his fingers were quick to slip the shorts off your legs and let them fall to the carpeted floor.

Leon couldn’t be bothered to take off your panties, instantly latching his lips on your clit thru your panties as he vigorously sucks on it with sheer fervour. The suddenness illicit a sharp gasp past your lips, your elbows and heels digging into his mattress as you watched his mouth clung to the bundle of nerves like no tomorrow with your thighs clamping around his head. “Shit, Leon...” You curse under your breath, head thrown back as he slurped every drop of you thru the thin undergarment. A soft moan croaks out of you as Leon finally pushed aside your panties, his tongue flattened before he dragged a long line on your pussy. “Taste so fucking good,” He can feel his cock straining in his pants, causing some discomfort but that was the last thing he care about, not when he was nose-deep into his stepsister’s sweet cunt. He could care less about anything when his mind is fixated on the way you rolled your hips and rides his tongue, smothering him before he pulled away for air.

“You’re so needy, baby.” Leon littered kisses on your inner thighs, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit causing your hips to jerk forward. His forearms push your hips down to the bed before he lightly slapped your clit and chuckles when you wince from the slight pain. “Don’t do that.” You whine, biting your lower lip back as you let yourself relish back into the pleasure when he kisses your clit, giving it a little suck and pulling away with a small pop. “I know, baby. Just wants you to stay still.” He said to you softly, his eyes shifting up to lock eyes with you. He loves the way your eyes tear up, your cheeks growing hot as your fingers cling to the bedsheets. He loves prodding his tongue into your warm hole while his thumb rubs your sensitive clit until you throw your head back into the pillow with your back arching into his tongue. “I’ll stay still,” It’s surprising how you can still talk properly despite being so high from the pleasure he’s giving you. A dribble of spit already starts dripping at the corner of your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head each time Leon flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly on your dripping cunt until your body shuddered in pleasure.

Your fingers interlocked with his brown hair, tugging and pulling him closer as you slowly reached your climaxes. He didn’t mind, he like the feeling of your nails slightly digging into his scalp while you desperately chases your high. God, Leon probably won’t even mind if his head is bleeding from how hard you're tugging onto him if it meant having the chance to get a taste of your pussy and your soft thighs wrapped around his head. A strained scream sputtered out of your throat when you finally come undone in his mouth, your hips stuttering into his lips as Leon licks every drop of your juices and drank it down with a content grin. His hand reached down to his pants as he palmed his throbbing cock thru his pants, his fingers rubbing up and down on the outline of his shaft before he stands up from his knees. Leon pulled down his shorts until they slipped off his legs leaving him in his black boxer. The bed shifted as his knees digs into the cushion of his mattress.

“Want your cock,” Your words were slurred but you manage to whisper the words into his ears when he gets on top of you. You bring your fingers crawled up and cupped his face before you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, letting his teeth clashes against yours without a care in the world as his hands grip your waist. “Yeah? Beg for it.” He pulled away from the kiss, his blue eyes back into yours as you tucked your bottom lip under your teeth. It’s clear he won’t give you what you wanted until you actually say it to his face. A heavy sigh left your swollen lips, “Please, I need you inside of me. Fuck..." You paused, nuzzling your face to hide your warm cheeks into his neck before you continues, “Fuck your stepsister.” Leon grinned at your words, his lips leaving a small kiss on your collarbone before he pulled away to push down his boxer. “You got it, baby.”

Your eyes watered up as you mumbled a low curse when you feel the tip of his cock pushed into your cunt. It brings immediate weight to your chest as your breathing grows ragged, a part of you still refuses to believe this was happening— you’re fucking your stepbrother, allowing his fingers to gently pinch your hardened nipples while he buries his cock inch by inch. Your fingers quickly pressed against his chest, stopping him immediately as Leon shoot you a concerned look, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek.

“You okay?” He whispered to you when you let out a small wince, eyebrows knitted together before you looked down to where the two of you were connected. “It won’t fit, Leon.” You croak out a small cry, he’s stretching you apart and he’s not even all the way in. “It will, princess, just... I’ll take it slow, okay? It’s going to be okay.” Leon smiled after you weakly nodded your head to his assurance, your arms trails up to wrap around his neck before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A low moan guttered out of his throat once he finally sheathed himself fully inside of your tight, sopping cunt. Cold sweats run down his forehead and body as he takes in every little noise you made underneath him.

He stayed in your arms for a few seconds before he retracts to prop up the back of your knee with his hand. Leon stared down at the way his cock formed a small bump on your pelvis before he moved his hips slowly, the pad of his thumb rubs your skin in a circular motion. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” Leon said to you in a hushed tone, his head slightly thrown back before he gulped down to the feeling of your inner walls pulsating around his cock. Leon averted his eyes from the ceiling back to your body, staring at the way your shirt pushed up over your chest, your fingers keeping your panties aside as he pushes himself in and out of your cunt at a slow, consistent pace. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned eyes shutter tight before he exhaled a sharp breath. “God, you’re clinging to me,” Leon let out a soft chuckle, his lips finding their way to peck on your swollen ones. “Can’t help it... You’re too big. S’all your fault.” You mumbled, eyes dazedly looking up to him as drops of his sweat drips down to your body.

“I know, baby. It’s all my fault.” He cooed to you, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as he leaves a kiss. You didn’t even realise he had picked up his pace, his hips rocking back and forth faster than before as his balls slaps on your ass, filling the room with nothing but the sound of skin slapping and your wanton moans. “You’re taking it so well though, you love getting fucked by your big brother?” You hummed to his question, “Mhm, love gettin’ fucked by you.” You breathed out. Leon can feel his cock throb inside of you, the grip at the back of your knee tightening as his knuckles gradually whitened. The bedframe rocked back and forth, scratching the blue paint off his wall into straight, white lines as it squeaks under the weight of the two of you. You tried so hard not to glance at the picture of Leon and you on his bedside, almost staring back at the both of you with nothing but utter shame.

The two of you had crossed the line you knew you can’t back out from. Not that Leon cared, every logic in his head was thrown out of the window the second you told him to keep going.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the way you digs your nails into his shoulders made his breath stagger. The friction between both yours and his body sends your mind into a frenzy that you almost, almost, made you miss the sound of the front door being unlocked and the sound of your parents happily chatting downstairs. “Fuck,” That was all Leon had to say to put a small pause on what he was doing, his forehead leaned against your shoulder as he bit his bottom lips back. He stayed silent for a few seconds before he rocks his hips back, taking you by surprise, “Leon, we should—" You parted your lips to speak only for his hand to go over your mouth, “Just be quiet. Be a good girl for me, yeah?" He says. You nodded, letting his hand press against your lips, your eyes shooting wide when his thrusts became more and more fervent as you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly.

Leaning your head back into his pillow, he took the advantage to leave marks all over your neck, nipping your soft skin until it turns into a slightly darker shade from your skin. Leon moves up to your face, giving you a small peck on the lips thru his hand before he let out a low chuckle. Removing his hand from the back of your knees to hold onto your waist while his other hand is over your lips, you can feel he’s getting faster and faster. Leon can feel it, he was getting so close and he can feel you were too with the way your inner walls tightened up around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper as the squelching sounds fills the room. “Can I cum in you, princess? Please, can I?” He begs, keeping his tone hushed as he whispered into your ear, sending the back of your hair stand up.

You frantically nodded, muffling out a small high-pitched ‘yeah’ to him before you glanced at the way his cock pushing in and out of you, glistening with your arousals under his bed lamp as Leon pushed his hips towards you, burying his cock deeper into a rougher pace. A choked scream left your lips when the orgasm comes washing over your body as you shut your eyes close, the grip around his shoulders tightening before your body falls limp under him. A sharp breath left his lips when he feels you finish around him before he quickly did the same, shooting his cum deep inside of you before he removed the hand over your mouth and pressed it against his bed to support himself. His muscles flexed as you watched his cock throb inside of you, spilling his warm seeds into your sensitive cunt before he pulls out from you with a groan. When he finally rides off his high, Leon looked down at the way your panties were scrunched up to the side as they pressed against your inner thigh— he was so eager to fuck you he didn’t even bother to take off your panties. Not that he’s complaining, it keeping his cum from spilling out of you.

“Fuck, baby..." Leon breathed out, a strained laugh falls past his lips before he leaned in to kiss you on the lips and pulled away afterwards. He stared back into your half-lidded stare, your chest heaved as you catches up with your breath. Your lips curled into a small smile when Leon brush the strand of hair off your face, “You should probably go back to your room, princess." He suggested, helping you sit up on his bed. His fingers played with the strap of your panties before he looked back at you, the corner of his lips curled into a playful smirk.

“Keep this on. I want you to go to bed with my cum inside of you. ”

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[rizsu]

carbon copies rin itoshi, rindou haitani, rintaro suna.

extra. tw: d-ath thr-at in rin's ( its not THATTT srs )

“what the fuck are you doing?” concerned and puzzled, you question your boyfriend who's in a position that does not look comfortable for the average human.

rin does nothing but wave off your presence by stretching his arms upwards and tilting his upper body ninety degrees to the right.

it takes one minute of silence (and staring) before you make your way to rin, sitting in front of him with crossed legs and arms. again, you repeat your question but this time with a little sarcasm, “mind telling me what you're doing, mr. yoga-for-all?”

sighing, rin answers you back, “you just answered your own question.” and with that, he closes his eyes to continue his meditation. nothing can stop rin from doing what he does—well...unless you apply enough force to push him onto the floor.

you spend at least twenty-something minutes admiring rin. really, he's pretty and lucky that his face card can defend his attitude. deciding to not bother him any longer, you stand up and dust your knees off before notifying rin.

“rin, i'm going.” “where?” “you haven't leveled up to unlock that information!”

one hand wraps around your wrist and rudely yanks you down to its owner, rin. caging you in with both hands at the side of your frame, he leans in and repeats himself again, “i asked where, y/n.”

one, two, three blinks later you regain the function of thinking. seriously, it's so rare for rin to be so close and whenever he does it, it's at the most unexpected moments. smiling ear to ear, you tease him, “is this a curious rin? the itoshi rin?”

squinting, he sighs before leaning away, deciding it's best to wave you off again and continue his activities but not before he orders, “do as you please but call or text me when you reach.”

standing up again, you nod at him, “i'm just going back to my parents' for the weeknd!” ruffling his hair, you smile again at him to which he returns—just a small one though.

at your parents', you're lazing around in your room, looking through shopping websites while adding things you'll never buy any time soon to cart. it's a nice moment until you see a specific text that mimicked...a death threat..?

in the haitani's home holds two young adults, both share the same ages but different personalities. within a room believed to be the guest bathroom, you can see a whiny rindou and his girlfriend who's furiously dabbing a cotton on his wound.

rindou flinches again, biting his bottom lip hard to suppress any moan. he's currently in regret. does he regret the fight? no, he won. does he regret upsetting you with injury number ten this week? yes, he hates it when you're mad.

“it hurts..” “really? didn't it hurt when you got the injury?”

and to that, rindou stays silent. he knows more than anyone that it's best to not annoy you further but he really does want to answer. it did hurt a lot—like a bitch—but the alcohol and chemicals mixing with the raw injury hurts even more.

enduring more minutes of you (painfully) caring for his wound, he sucks in the tears in shame. i am such a pussy, he thinks. how can he easily take blows to the head but cowers at medical attention!? he believes it to be shameful.

finishing the last wrap of the bandage around his waist, you back off rindou but kept a close distance. close enough so he can't stray his eyes when you begin.

“rindou.” “look, i'm sorry but i'm not sorry for the fight..!”

his reply immediately makes you pinch the bridge of your nose. he's an idiot. your idiot at the very least. placing two hands at his cheeks, you bring him down for a kiss.

flustered, he gladly kisses you back. in fact, he deepens it by softly pushing your head closer with one hand as the other fiddles with the flesh of your waist under your (his) shirt.

“don't,” breaking away, you start your scolding, “ever come back with an injury that bad.”

a smug smile adorns his face. of course she's worried, he thinks with pride. if there's another thing rindou loves it's watching you mask your worry with scoldings.

“looks like someone's worried isn't she?”

rolling your eyes, you jab at his bandaged area before walking out, “don't act like you weren't trying to not cry.”

“you saw that!?”

“hey,” a soft voice speaks, dominating over the silent room. suna pokes you, hoping that you'll wake up. after no repsonse, he does it again, “psstttttt.” again, no response. unfortunately for you, suna does not like to lose so he rolls over onto you.

“get off,” complaining, you weakly push him off but that doesn't work against him. forfeiting, you throw a leg around him, adding a little kick into it before resting it on his hip.

a mischievous smile greets itself on suna. moving your leg, he rolls off, sitting up on his elbow with his head resting on his palm, “there she is!”

you look at him for three seconds before throwing the blanket on him. it's definitely not the hour you or him should be awake. hugging his body, you step back into slumber, convincing him that he should too, “go back to sleep, rin.”

suna looks down at you, using his other hand to poke your cheek. mindlessly continuing to poke at you, he thinks he fell in love again. you look peaceful, unbothered and pretty—he must annoy you. with his mind tracing back to the first time you guys met, suna made it his main mission to annoy you. like a little boy around his crush, he couldn't express his feelings properly so he opted for annoyance.

there's only so much poking you can take until you grab his finger and bite it. clearly someone doesn't know that you're not a fidget toy.

“OW!?” suna yanks his finger, dropping down onto the pillow so he can comfort it with both hands. securing his finger tightly, he looks at you who's laughing as he's in pain.

“are you hungry?!” “NO, STOP POKING ME!” “you must be in hunger.”

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[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Joke’s On You Part 3

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.]

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A hand reached out and grasped your upper arm. “A word, please, miss-high-and-mighty.”

“Weasley?” You frowned. “What do you want with me?”

“Stop playing dumb.” Fred held up his button – the one that you had accidentally torn off of his shirt when you were rubbing yourself furiously on his chest to make yourself cum – and he said, “I can’t get this damn button back on, no matter how many times I use the Repairing Charm on it.”

Suddenly, your eyes turned bright with mischief and a sly smile spread across your lips.

Seeing your expression light up, Fred accused you, “What the hell did you do?”

You quickly wiped your face clean of any playfulness and replied, quite primly, “Nothing. Well, that’s not true. I did do something, but it’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

Fred’s brow furrowed at this. “Huh?”

“Bye, Weasley. Study hard now.” You kept a straight face until you reached the door. Then, you turned you head just slightly over your shoulder and you shot the slightest smirk at Fred before you left.

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“Mates, we’ve a new objective.”

George and Lee looked up from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, to see Fred slamming his hands down and leaning over them rather menacingly.

“If this ‘new objective’ requires me to cut short this dinner, I don’t want it,” Lee said. “Sit down and eat, Fred. It’s really good.”

“I don’t want it,” Fred replied curtly.

“Well, then, what do you want?” Lee asked, while still swirling his fork in his apparently amazing pasta.

“That prefect,” Fred growled.

“Which prefect?”

“The one who helped Filch catch me last time.”

“Oh, her.”

“Yeah, her.”

“Well, what about her?” Lee asked. “You want her?”

Fred paused. “What? No, I don’t want her,” he answered, rather vehemently.

George looked over at Lee. “Isn’t it obvious? He wants to get back at her.”

Fred slapped George’s shoulder. “Knew you were my twin for a reason!”

“Think your logic’s backwards there, but whatever,” Lee said, shoveling more pasta into his mouth. “All done – and I’m in! Let’s plan something.”

“There’s an important bit to all this, though,” Fred told Lee.

“What’s that?”

Fred said determinedly, “Whatever we do, we can’t use anything that relies on smoke to pull it off.”

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You glowed with pride as you got back your latest Charms exam.

Good, I managed to catch up again. I’m tied for first again, you thought happily.

Because, after you’d missed a large portion of the last exam thanks to a certain Weasley boy, you’d studied extra hard to score well on the next exam. You’d done it. There it was - a perfect “O.” Flitwick had even scribbled down, “Superb” at the top of the paper.  

You carefully tucked the exam away. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you made to leave the classroom. However, as you walked to the door, it occurred to you that there was a large crowd gathered at the doorway. What was more, you could swear that quite a number of people were looking at you and snickering into their hands.

Frowning, you said, “Excuse me,” and pushed your way to the front of the crowd.

Your mouth dropped open.

Directly in front of the Charms classroom and taking up the entire hallway was a portable swamp. It even came with a huge crocodile, who was basking lazily in the dirty water. On the back of the crocodile, there was, scribbled on in neon pink chalk – your name.

Flitwick had already left the classroom after handing out exams (to avoid hounding students). So, the lot of you were stranded here until someone else came along, because none of the students could remove it. Many looked to you for the answer. Unfortunately, every spell you tried to erase, move, minimize, or otherwise transform the huge swamp failed. Finally, you threw your arms in the air and gave up. Just then, you swore that the crocodile looked right at you and gave you a lazy wink.

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“Get rid of it!”

“Ah. Look who it is.” Fred swiveled around in his chair (he was sitting in the common room) and he grinned cheekily at you. “Come to me of your own accord, did you?”

“Make the swamp disappear. Now, Weasley!”

“It’s still there?” Fred pretended to be surprised. “I would’ve assumed you’d know how to get rid of it. If I knew it was too difficult for you, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

Your eyes narrowed. “I’m not joking.”

“Speaking of,” Fred continued, ignoring your anger entirely, “how did you get here, anyways? If the swamp is still there. Didn’t it fill up the entire hallway, or did I get that bit wrong?” His eyes glittered as he looked at you, as he knew he was entirely right about what he was saying.

You sighed and explained, “I built a bridge over it.”

“Very clever,” Fred commended you.

“Thank you,” you replied dryly. “Now, go get rid of it.”

Fred stood up. Instead of leaving, however, he merely remarked, “Don’t you want to keep the crocodile? It’s for you, you know.”

You folded your arms over your chest. Tight-lipped, you replied, “I saw no such animal.”

Fred stepped closer to you. “Oh, really?”

Your eyes flickered up to his. Fred paused. Her eyes are so sharp and bright. Maybe it’s because she’s angry at me, but… Fuck. Unexpectedly, Fred found himself having to swallow a little.

Still, he continued on charmingly enough, “You’re terrible at lying, you know. Maybe you spend too much time being all upright and studious and generally with a stick up your ass. Ever thought of that?”

You heaved another sigh. “Weasley, I’m not about to let you drag me into a childish argument. Just get rid of the swamp, all right?”

“Another lie,” Fred said lightly.

You frowned. “What?”

“You say you don’t want to argue with me, but why else did you have this long, drawn-out conversation with me, hm?” Fred asked you, cocking his head jauntily to the side as he looked at you knowingly. “You already knew, right from the beginning, what it’ll take to get rid of the swamp.”

Your eyes flashed. Careful, Weasley, you thought. You’re underestimating me.

You slowly held out your hand. “Fine,” you said quietly, “give me your button. I’ll fix it for you.”

You watched as Fred all but scampered up to his room to retrieve his button. When he came down, beaming, he plopped the button into your hand.

You stepped up to Fred. You purposefully didn’t look at him while you slowly positioned the button just right against his chest. Leaning the tiniest bit into him, you pressed your hand warmly against his broad, strong chest. You nearly smiled when you noticed that Fred was holding his breath again, just as he had when you rubbed your pussy all over his chest and came on him. But you masterfully kept your disinterested gaze intact as you lifted your wand with your other hand and tapped the back of your hand (covering Fred’s button) with it. You murmured complex spells to attach the button back into place.

Once you were finished, however, you let your hand linger a second too long. And when you stepped back, you accidentally brushed past the front of his pants.

“All right, Fred Weasley,” you murmured softly, still not looking at him. “I’ve fixed your button. Now, please go fix the hallway.”

“Uh - ” An abrupt, awkward sound came out of Fred’s mouth. He flushed slightly, as he said hurriedly, “Yeah, sure, I’ll be right on that.” He was gone in seconds.

Your eyes swept over the desk that Fred had been sitting out. You were entirely unsurprised to find scrawled-out plans for yet another prank.

Pushing up your sleeves a little, you took a seat at his desk. You pulled a piece of parchment towards you, and you used Fred’s quill to write a couple of lines on it. Then, carefully folding the parchment into a little heart, you slipped it into his bag. You gave the strap of his bag an extra pat before you left the room.

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“Well, boys, I think that was our best prank yet!”

Fred fell back onto his bed, exhilarated.

Lee winced as he touched his shoulder. “Yeah, but did we have to drag the crocodile all the way to the Black Lake?”

“We didn’t want to hurt it,” George replied. “It’s not the crocodile’s fault Fred insisted we add him to the swamp.”

Fred beamed. “It was a nice touch, don’t you think?”

“But why’d you add that prefect’s name to the crocodile’s back?” George asked. “I mean, I know you don’t like her, but what’s she done to make you so mad?”

Fred shrugged. “She could just stand to be taken down a peg or two, that’s all.”

George looked at his twin suspiciously. But before he could say anything, Fred yawned and stretched.

“Blimey,” Fred murmured, “I’m dead beat from today’s work.”

“You should sleep today, then,” Lee said, “since we’ve got detention for the rest of our lives, our evenings are gone.”

Fred drowsily reached up and made to unbutton his shirt. As his fingers touched the button you had fixed for him, he thought proudly, Got her good.

However, his grin faded when he realized that the button wouldn’t open, no matter how hard he tugged at it. Fred sat up. He tried to yank his shirt open. Pop, pop, pop! went the other buttons.

“What the hell?” George yelled, as the buttons to the shirt flew off – well, all except one, the very top one, the one you had “fixed.”

“God damn it!” Fred growled. “That witch!” He made to get up and stomp out of his room, when he suddenly tripped over his school bag. He face-planted brilliantly onto the floor.

Pushing himself up, he noticed that there was a piece of paper sticking out of his bag. It was in the shape of a heart. He couldn’t explain how he knew, but Fred just knew that this was all your doing.

“Fred, what the hell are you doing?” George asked, peering over the bed at him.

Meanwhile, Fred angrily held up the note and said, “What the hell is this?”

“Open it,” Lee chirped up.

Fred opened it up. His eyes widened, as he read the words, obviously penned in your perfect script:

Freddie,

Check your facts. I’m no crocodile.

Love,

Alligator

P.S. I suggest you learn the concept of “alligator’s tears.”

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Rap, rap, rap.

“What is it?” you called. You were the prefect on-call today. But, other than the swamp incident, nothing had happened today. Besides, it was nearly dinnertime and things were usually calm in the castle around this time. So, you figured you would relax a bit. You’d taken a shower and now, you sat at your desk in your bathrobe, doing your homework for next week.

Rap, rap, rap.

“Yes?”

Rap, rap, rap.

With a sigh, you pulled your bathrobe tighter around yourself as you went and opened your door. “I said, what -?”

“You know what.”

You blinked and found yourself staring at a version of Fred Weasley that you’d only seen once before – when he’d suddenly sat up and grabbed you and kissed you, despite your orders not to touch you until you were done using him for your pleasure.

Fred pointed at his shirt, which was entirely open except for one button at the top. “Fix it.”

Fred’s jaw was set, and his normally playful and light brown eyes were blazing. What was more, you caught quite a glimpse of his body in the open slit between the two halves of the button-up shirt.  

Oh my, he’s a lot more cut than I imagined him to be, you found yourself thinking. He’s so tall and lanky that I didn’t really think there was any muscle to him. But… I guess there’s a reason he’s a Gryffindor Beater, hm? It also explains how the hell he got that crocodile into the swamp. Normal magic wouldn’t work on an animal that large and powerful. Fred must have taunted it all the way to the swamp and then wrestled it in somehow.

Suddenly, your mind caught itself. Wait, what are you doing, staring at Fred Weasley? Answer him!

You shook your head at Fred, hoping your reply wasn’t too late to betray how – well, flushed you were starting to feel. “You know it doesn’t work like that.”

“What doesn’t work like that?” Fred questioned, with one eyebrow arched as he stared at you.

Ignoring his piercing stare, you got onto your tiptoes and glanced behind Fred. The hallway behind him was empty, which was just as well – it was nearly dinnertime.

Confident that you wouldn’t be seen, you fell back onto your feet. Then, you lifted your hand and very neatly placed the tip of your forefinger against his top button, which, of course, you’d magicked so that it wouldn’t open. Pressing your finger against the button, you replied in a quiet and confident voice, “Our relationship, of course.”

Fred didn’t move away from you, but his gaze was none too kind as he looked down at you. “I thought I was a nobody to you.”

You gave Fred a small smile. “Did you miss me? You sound like you missed me.”

Fred struggled with his response. Finally, he had to look away from you to avoid seeing your soft little smile, which somehow seemed both shy and sad, as he managed to reply, “Hardly. Just tell me how to fix the button.”

“You can’t, I’m afraid,” you replied honestly. “I magicked it only to open at my touch.”

Fred’s mouth dropped open. “What?” he sputtered. “Why the hell would you do that?”

You didn’t say anything. You just cocked your head at Fred. But Fred saw in your eyes that tiny sparkle, that beautiful glimmer of want…And all at once, he caught on. He realized exactly why you’d magicked the button so it would open only for you.

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One moment, Fred Weasley was standing in your doorway, furious at you for one-upping him again.

The next, he stepped forward so quickly, wrapped one arm tightly around your waist and yanked you to him, pulling you against him, even as you both tripped backwards into your room. With the other hand, Fred grasped your face – and your lips met his, slotting against his warm mouth so perfectly that it took your breath away…

You both stumbled backwards, right onto your perfectly set-up and fluffed-up bed. You honestly can’t remember much after that.

You’d sank back into your comforter, arching your back as you panted out heavily. Somehow, your hands had already greedily pushed aside Fred’s open shirt and were pressed wantingly against his bare chest. For his part, Fred’s hands had found their way into your bathrobe already and he was massaging both of your breasts in his hands, pinching at your nipples and then fondling them by rubbing his fingertips against them.

“Mm, mm, ah!” you breathed out.

“So, is this where you’re sensitive?” Fred wondered aloud. As a test, he tugged meanly at your nipples.

“Ah, Fred!” you gasped.  

“It is,” Fred realized. He meant to tease you, but instead, his voice suddenly went hoarse and he found himself confessing to both you and himself, “Fuck, that’s cute.” He pinched at them again, making them turn a bright reddish-pink in his hands.

“Ah, stop that!”

Fred complied, pulling his hands away from your breasts – only to grab your bathrobe and yank it open, so that the warm, fluffy fabric fell open on either side of you.

You gasped a little, as the rather chilly air suddenly flowed over your body. Your nipples became even more pert, and your tummy jolted softly as you reacted to the cold. You also instinctively crossed your legs, pressing your thighs together because you weren’t – well, you weren’t -

“No panties?” Fred smirked. “What, were you going to run around and do your prefect duties with no panties on?”

“Of course not,” you said indignantly. “It’s just that - I just finished showering!”

“Tsk, tsk,” Fred teased you. “You’re not nearly as proper as you make yourself out to be, love.”

‘But,” Fred said, and his voice dropped into a deep whisper, “that’s all right. I rather like you like this.”

The next moment, your bathrobe was pushed up above your hips, and Fred Weasley was kneeling between your legs. He took a moment to position himself. Leaning over you, he gathered both of your wrists easily in one hand and pinned them over your head, so that his hand and your hands, held together, sank into your fluffy pillows above your head.

You felt something hard bump up against your little pussyhole. You held your breath.

“Relax,” Fred muttered to you.

Ironically, though, you rather thought Fred should have taken his own advice, for, just then, you heard Fred let out a tight grunt, and for a moment, his jawline appeared quite sharply as he gritted his teeth. He thrust his hips forward.  

“Ah!” An intense burn suddenly bloomed between your thighs. Your eyes widened, and you gasped. You instinctively tried to throw your arms around Fred, but he was gripping your wrists so tightly, effectively holding you down against your bed so that you couldn’t move your arms. Your hands tightened into little fists as you moaned and cried out.

Besides, there wasn’t much point in reacting to Fred entering you; his hips were already moving rather needily, as he pushed his hard, throbbing cock into your warm, wet little cunt, making you take him and making you feel so good.

“Uhn!” you cried out, and your moan was followed by a series of increasingly higher-pitched pants as Fred worked your body hard, taking your pussy as his own so assertively.  

You loved it. It was so strange to you to feel how your bodies moved seamlessly together. In no time at all, Fred was pounding your little pussy for all he was worth. Your hips were being pressed into the mattress every time he slammed his cock into you, only to spring up just in time to meet his next thrust.

You were completely and utterly dazed. You’d never felt like this before in your life. Your entire body was shivering not from the cold, but from the warmth of it all, which made no sense. In fact, your head had drifted far away into the clouds. Fred was taking you so well, so well…Soon, all the tension went out of your body and you melted back against your bed. Your legs, which were spread wide open, and your feet, with your ankles resting on Fred’s strong, straining thighs, were flopping up and down in the air, in time with the passionate, hard-pressed tempo in which Fred was fucking you.

As your cries became softer and softer and frankly, more and more desperate, and as you melted more and more against your bed, Fred had to slide his other arm below you to push your hips back up again. You didn’t seem to be aware of what was going on. You were squirming and sweating and panting and moaning and generally seemed to have no awareness whatsoever except for the intense, overwhelming pleasure that you were feeling.  

“Lift your hips,” Fred finally murmured to you. “C’mon, lift your hips. Let me fuck you deeper, baby.”

Honestly, you didn’t know if you had it in you. But for him, for Fred Weasley, even in your hazy, blissful, fucked-out state, you gathered enough strength to push your hips up into the air a little, despite your shivering legs.

You heard Fred whisper lovingly, “Good girl,” and then, he rewarded you with a hard, unrelenting thrust – deep into your pussy.

You cried out loudly – “Nngh!” as you felt his cock delve into your cunt even deeper than before.

“O-Oh…” A soft, breathy, trembling moan left you, and your body shivered all over with the effort of holding your hips up. Just from that one thrust, Fred had rendered you a bit more helpless than you cared to admit. You didn’t say anything, just gritted your teeth and kept your hips up, but Fred noticed your shaking thighs and hips.

You felt Fred grasp your hips warmly in his hands to support you… Well, they supported you at first. But as Fred pounded into your tight cunt harder and harder, at some point, his grasp tightened on your hips, and you came to realize that he was subconsciously using his hold on your hips to make you shift you back and forth on his cock, ensuring that your pussy was taking every bit of his cock as he fucked you.

Slap, slap, slap! went your thighs, as they met over and over again. You could also feel Fred’s chest press into your breasts, and his rippling abs pressed momentarily against your soft tummy with every thrust, as he worked his body to have you and to please you. Your legs shivered more and more, until it became uncontrollable – and you finally collapsed back onto the bed.

Fred didn’t let up, not one bit. This was his chance with you, and Fred Weasley was never one to let a precious chance go by. Instead, Fred stayed with you – no, he went further – he pushed you into the mattress, making you take him even deeper. You felt the head of his cock push right up against your center, and you moaned out, in a voice which you would never let yourself consciously use – a helpless, yet wanting voice. Only, Merlin forgive you - you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

Everything was hot and sweaty, and sweet and salty, and intense and romantic – moans mingled with kisses, fingernails leaving marks on skin, hair-pulling, bites given to each other with pure adoration, encountering each other’s scents as you pressed up against each other, keeping each other so unbearably hot by all that fucking and hugging and kissing and moaning –

Fred seemed to know how overwhelming it was for you to feel this way and to be taken so passionately, for he was ravaging you completely and he knew it. You kept crying out, both in pleasure but also almost as though you wanted someone to hold onto as you were fucked silly.

So, Fred tried his best, leaning down to kiss your shoulders, even as he didn’t let up in his hard, unforgiving pounding of your tight – and now dripping wet – pussy.

No, no, you moaned in your own head. I can’t hold back anymore! I can’t - “Ah!”

Fred suddenly groaned, and his hips involuntarily stuttered to a stop as, just then, your pussy clenched on his cock so tightly that he couldn’t thrust in that moment.

She’s so tight! Fuck! Fred groaned in his head loudly. Oh, God, does she know how tight she is right now? How her little pussy’s squeezing my cock all over?

At that moment, you gave your answer, as you cried out, in such a desperate and aching voice, “C-C-Cumming! Ah!” - And you proceeded to squirt all over Fred, with his cock still buried deep inside of you.

Fred’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open when he felt your sweet, warm cum splash all over his cock, and even a little onto his hips and thighs. Even more intense, immediately afterwards, your pussy pulsed heavily, gripping all over Fred’s cock as if your life depended on it, while you were all curled up on your bed, sobbing and moaning into your pillow as the intense sexual energy overwhelmed you.

“F-Fuck!” Fred choked out. Then, with a real effort, he managed to pull out of you. It was barely in time. Fred bent over you and groaned loudly as he came, spurting thick ropes of his white, hot cum all down your side and even onto you sheets.

Your eyes opened when you felt his cum spurt onto your body, but you were too hazy still to react. You simply lay there, clutching the sheets and panting for all you were worth, as you took in the impressive image of Fred cumming hard for you and onto your body. You watched with dreamy, blinking eyes as his cum painted your side and even splattered a little onto your tummy…

Fred huffed hard, trying to catch his breath after cumming so intensely.

After a moment, you slowly lifted your hand and began to reach out, trying to touch your fingertips to his shivering thigh, to tell him he was all right, to tell him that he had made you feel so good, to tell him that he could lay down next to you until he’d gotten his breath back – but just then, a loud knock, knock, knock rang out on your door.

Outside of your door, Roger Davies yelled out, “Time for prefect patrol!”

You let out a soft sigh and closed your eyes, Right. I’m a prefect. You pushed yourself up from the bed.

“Hey.” A warm hand grasped your arm. “Are you all right?”

You slowly looked up – to see Fred Weasley peering down at you in what could only ever consider to be an endearing gaze.

On the other side of the door, Roger called impatiently, “Come on! Isn’t it bad enough you make me come down here to get you every week?”

You reached up and took Fred’s hand in your own. But then, you said quietly, “I’m fine, Fred,” and you dropped his hand, so that he was no longer touching you.

Fred’s brow furrowed, when he realized you’d taken his hand off of you. He watched you, without saying anything, as you quickly pulled on your clothes. He watched as you hurriedly buttoned up your shirt, all the way up to and including the top button, and then gave the hem of your shirt a little tug to make sure all the wrinkles were out. You pulled on your socks, unfurling them up your lovely legs and then tugging them up your creamy thighs, before pulling on and daintily lacing up your shoes and tying the laces into neat bows. Next, you pulled out a fresh pair of panties from your drawer – only to toss them on the bed besides Fred.

Fred blinked.

As if nothing had happened, you were already busy shimmying on your skirt. You took great care to tuck your shirt primly into your skirt. Afterwards, you ran your hands over your skirt to make sure it was even and wrinkle-free.

You grabbed your wand and made your way towards the door. But, just before you opened the door, you turned your head, looked at Fred, reached back, and lifted the back of your skirt for just a moment. You mouthed sweetly to Fred, “No panties.”

With that, you were gone – on the other side of the door, where you were telling Roger Davies. “Sorry, I lost track of time. Come on, then, let’s get to it.”

Fred stared mindlessly at the door. Then, he glanced down at your panties on the bed besides him. He swallowed, and quickly looked back at the closed door. He heard your voice become fainter and fainter as you walked down the hallway, away from your room. Finally, your voice drifted away and disappeared.

“Fuck. Fuck me,” Fred said hoarsely. “She’s going around with no panties. When she just came all over me.”

In fact, your pussy had been glistening, still slightly wet and puffy from the hard fucking you’d taken from Fred not five minutes before, when you flashed your little ass and pussy from under your skirt at Fred.

Fred threw his arm across his face and cursed, “God damn it.”

But just having his arm across his face wasn’t enough to block out the image of you looking back at him, with your daintily lifted skirt, from his mind.

With a loud groan, Fred turned and fell onto your bed, smushing his face into your pillows. Too embarrassed to watch himself reach for it, he blindly fumbled his hand around until he caught your panties lying on top of the sheets. Bringing your panties up to his face, he breathed in your scent. Mm, it’s her scent, yes. Fuck, I want her again. And again. And again.

Wait, what the hell am I doing? Fred suddenly thought. Clutching onto her panties like this? I just fucked her, for Merlin’s sake. I’m not desperate for her anymore, if I ever was. He tossed your panties away. But a moment later, he was already struggling, as your lovely scent was all around him here – especially on your pillows and sheets, where he was lying.

It didn’t help, either, that he now had an image of you that was even more beautiful than in his dreams – of you crying out and arching your back, as you squirted heavily all over his cock, while he was still sheathed deep inside of your blushing, throbbing little cunt.  

“Fuck it all,” Fred moaned aloud, quite pitifully. He stared up at your ceiling, as he croaked out huskily, “Why can’t she just let me win one?”

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Young Love

Summary: After getting sent away by your father nearly two years ago, you return to your hometown, Outer Banks.

You reunite with your friends and twin brother, John B, and help them find the lost gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo. But, during it all, you find yourself falling in love with your brothers blue-eyed best friend without realising it.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Language, violence,

Last Chapter

Chapter 16-

To your surprise, Rafe gave the bed to you and Kie while he grabbed a blanket and pillow and laid down on the ground to sleep.

You and Kie stayed up late trying to figure out a plan while Rafe slept. Except you couldn't think of anything other than admitting to having a copy of the diary.

So, that's what you went with.

You both got changed out the ridiculous fancy dresses and into some spare clothes you found in a cupboard before Kie knocked on the locked door and demanded to speak to Mr. Singh.

The guard unlocked the door and allowed her out. Kie spared a quick glance over her shoulder at you, and you gave her a small encouraging nod before she followed him.

"What the hell is she doing?" Rafe questioned furiously.

"Saving our asses, that's what she's doing."

"Yeah, I'm gonna need a little more detail than that Y/N."

You rolled your eyes, "I can't tell you. So, you're just gonna have to trust me."

Rafe huffed out a small hysterical chuckle before he shook his head and began pacing the room. You watched him walk, his fingers twitching anxiously at his sides which was only making you nervous. An agitated Rafe Cameron was something you did not want to deal with.

"I don't trust Pogues. And I sure as hell don't trust you!" He eventually snapped, glaring in your direction while he continued to pace.

"And you think I trust you? A Kook? Dude, you held a gun to my head back in OBX. If anyone should have trust issues, right now, it should be me."

That seemed to shut him up real quick and for the briefest moment, you could've sworn you saw a hint of regret flash over his eyes, but it was gone before you could think much of it. Neither of you said anything after that, and you sat back down on the edge of the bed, waiting for Kie.

You weren't waiting for long before the door opened again and a very angry and worried looking Kiara stormed in. The plan hadn't worked. But, something else must have happened.

"Kie-"

"Mr. Singh got a text from Portis that contained a photo of John B and Sarah with the message 'I got two of them’ attached." She quickly said, cutting you off as she sat down on the bed beside you.

Wait, what? Portis was dead though. He couldn't have messaged... oh. Realisation hit you like a truck.

"Shit." You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands.

"Shit? Shit, what? What does 'shit' mean? What's going on?" Rafe frantically questioned, walking over to you.

"He's tracked them with the phone too." Kie added softly.

"Tracked who?" Rafe asked.

"The Pogues." You answered causing his eyes to widen in surprise. "Yeah, the others are on this island too."

Before Rafe could ask any more questions, vehicles began revving loudly from outside and you rushed over to the window just as a group of soldiers and Mr. Singh drove off. They were going to find the others.

"Well, that sucks for them. But that's good for us though." Rafe said, staring out the window before looking over at the two of you. "This may be our only shot at getting out of here."

"What's the plan?" You asked.

The last thing you wanted to do was work with Rafe Cameron. But, he was right. This might be your only shot at getting out of here and you needed to work together.

Kie laid down in the bathtub, making sure her legs were sticking out for the guard to see. You and Rafe hid behind the bathroom door and started screaming at each other before he threw something at the mirror causing it to shatter and crash onto the tiles loudly.

"Hey, you three! What'd you do?" You heard the guard shout from outside and a second later, the lock clicked, and the door opened.

You all remained silent. Kie unmoving in the bathtub as a decoy while you listened to the guards footsteps getting closer and closer.

The guard suddenly stepped into the doorway, his gun raised in front of him before Rafe slammed the door against his arm causing him to drop the weapon. You frantically picked up the gun while Rafe fought the guy, knocking him to the ground with a lamp. Kie pulled off the shower curtain and used it to tie his hands behind his back.

You stood beside them, the gun trained on the guard before they finished tying him up and you let out a shaky sigh of relief.

No way that plan actually worked.

Kiara grabbed the man's phone from his pocket before you all rushed out the room and began to make your way downstairs. She took a quick photo of one of the paintings on the wall and you didn't have time to question it before you were sneaking out the back door.

There was what looked to be a farmer’s truck slowly driving off, the back of the truck loaded with hay and high wooden rails. It was the perfect cover.

You all took off running, ducking and weaving between trees and structure, staying out of sight from the guards before you reached the clearing and sprinted beside the everlasting row of hedges that lined the long gravel driveway. The truck was slowly picking up speed, but the three of you managed to make it and climbed into the back, landing in the loose hay.

You were so focused on the climb, you hadn't even noticed the farmhand sitting in the back of the truck until he started to shout, but Rafe was quick to grab him. They tasselled for a bit before Rafe threw him over the side of the railing.

Kie wasn't happy with the outcome, but you simply gave Rafe a small nod of appreciation because what else was he meant to do? He couldn't leave the stranger in the back of the truck with you. He would've yelled for the driver and then you guys would have been screwed.

"Alright. Listen, I'm headed out to my boat, okay?" Rafe suddenly started to say, breaking the silence. "I can give you girls a ride out, drop you wherever, somewhere safe. One thing though. I know your friends are on the island and my sister. I'm not helping them. Alright? I can't trust them, okay? I'll give you two a ride out, not them. Okay?"

You spared a quick glance at Kie who met your gaze with a questioning look. Neither of you were leaving without the others, no way.

"We just want to get off the island." You lied, looking over at Rafe who nodded in understanding.

Eventually, the truck began to slow down as it entered the main part of the town and the three of you quickly climbed out while you had a chance.

"Come on. My boats down here." Rafe said, nodding towards the Marina.

You and Kie followed his lead, trying to act casual as you walked down the dock towards a large white yacht.

Of course, he would have the most expensive boat in the Marina.

"Make sure your shoes are off." Rafe shouted over his shoulder as he climbed aboard.

Kie glanced over at you, and you nodded, slipping your shoes off to keep him happy before you followed him onto the boat.

"Okay, we should have enough juice to get us to Saint Lucia, no problem." Rafe explained, untying the stern ropes before he climbed up to the top where the wheel was and turned the engines on.

"Kie, can you get the bowline?" Rafe shouted, looking down at her still on the dock.

She nodded, shooting you a look before flicking her eyes up to where Rafe was. You knew what she was trying to silently tell you, she wanted you up by the wheel.

While Kie made her way over to the rope, you climbed up to the top and stood beside Rafe. You scanned the controls of the boat trying to figure out how it worked because although you knew how to drive boats, this thing was huge and cost a ridiculous amount of money, it was totally different.

"Hey, uh, I can't get it. I need some help!" Kiara shouted a few seconds later.

Rafe sighed, "goddamn, do I have to do everything?"

He made his way down to the bow of the boat and you watched him lean over the railing, untying the rope before Kie suddenly rushed forward and shoved him over the edge into the water.

Well, that was one way to do it.

"Go! Go!" She yelled, looking up at you.

"Okay. I got this. I got this." You mumbled to yourself, grabbing the gear and pushing it down as the boat started move forward. "It's just a giant boat. I got it."

You turned the wheel, manoeuvring the yacht away from the dock and away from Rafe because although you hated the guy, you didn't want to run over him.

"Y/N! Kie! Hey! Where are you going?" Rafe shouted, splashing his hands in the water at you.

"We gotta help our friends!" Kie responded, joining you by the wheel as you steered out the Marina.

"You don't know what you're doing! Hey! Shit! I'll find you! I'll find you! You're done!"

You ignored Rafes threats and pushed the gear further forward, speeding up to get away from Rafe and the Marina. Kiara pulled out the phone that she stole from the guard and to your relief, Portis' phone number was saved as a contact. She flicked off a quick text, hoping that the others still had the phone and hadn't been captured by Singh.

"Where are we meeting them?" You asked, needing to know where to take the boat.

"Keep going straight, there will be another small Marina. We'll tie off there and hope the others come." She answered and you nodded.

God, you hoped the others came.

-

After tying the boat on the dock, you and Kie hid back inside the yacht, but remained ready to quickly untie the ropes if you saw Singh or his men heading your way.

However, after nearly 20 minutes you spotted JJ cautiously making his way towards the boat, wearing a large fishing hat to cover his face, but you could recognise him from a mile away.

"It's them." You said, rushing out the cabin of the yacht and climbing onto the dock. "JJ!"

He spun around hearing your voice, his eyes widening when he saw you before he pulled the hat off his head and stared at you like he was seeing a ghost.

"Y/N. Holy shit." He gasped, rushing towards you while you ran to him, meeting him halfway and wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him.

He hugged you back, his arms looping around your waist as he held you tightly.

"I'm so glad you're safe." He whispered, his voice almost shaky before he pulled away and he looked you up and down. "You aren't hurt, are you?"

You shook your head, "no. I'm okay. I'm okay."

His body relaxed a little at your words before he leant forward and captured your lips with his own. You closed your eyes, kissing him back and cupped his face with your hands, deepening the kiss.

"I-I never thought I'd see you again." You whispered against his lips.

Hot tears burned in your eyes and silently fell as JJ pulled you back into a hug, "I'm here now, okay? I'm here now. It's alright."

You sobbed softly in his arms, relief washing over you before the others all appeared and hugged you both in a giant group hug.

"Are you kidding me? Is this you guys?" John B questioned, pointing at the white yacht in shock.

"You wouldn't believe it if we told you. Come on." Kie said, leading them over to the boat.

You all climbed aboard while JJ and Kie began untying the ropes before you made your way up to the wheel where John B and Sarah were getting it started.

"Ready to go?" You asked, walking over to them, but paused when you saw the worried look on Sarah's face. "What is it?"

"Do those bells sound familiar?" John B asked, looking over at you.

You frowned, "what?"

"It's exactly what dad would do to call us home. That pattern. Those bells. It's the same. Y/N, that's him calling us home."

You just stared at your brother in utter confusion, trying to process everything he had just said before you shook your head.

"Okay. It sounds similar, but-"

"Similar? No, sis, it's exactly the same. Exactly."

"It's not him." Sarah said gently, shaking her head.

"How do you know that?" John B asked.

"Because our dad is dead. You know that. He's dead. It's not him." You insisted, stepping forward and grabbing your brother’s arm. "Look at me. It's not him."

"But, that's exactly how he used to call us home. Maybe it's him. Maybe it’s the universe trying to give us a gift."

A gift? The universe is trying to bring Big John back as a gift? That would be the worst gift in the history of the world. Has he completely forgotten how horrible Big John was as a father?

"You want to go look? Go look." Sarah suddenly said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Wait, no-" you began to say, but she kept talking.

"You don't think I know what you're like? You're gonna drive us all insane if you don't look, so go look."

John B smiled at her before he glanced over at you and that smile faded instantly. "Y/N, I have to check. I'll be quick, I promise, but I have to check."

You sighed, "fine. Be quick."

He nodded, frantically climbing back down the boat and jumping onto the dock before he took off running, ignoring Pope shouting at him to stop.

Minutes ticked by into an hour, the sun now beginning to set along the horizon, but there was still no sign of John B.

"Do you think it's him? Your dad?" Cleo asked breaking the silence on the boat while you all sat around waiting.

"I hope not." You answered honestly. "I always hated that goddamn bell."

"What does the bell mean?" Pope asked, glancing over at the church on the hill in the distance. The bell still chiming.

"When we were kids, Dad wasn't around much. Always busy trying to find the Royal Merchant. It was just me and John B against the world. We'd spend hours just out on the water in the old boat, swimming, fishing, anything that got us out the house and away from Dad. Then that damn bell would ring at dusk, and we'd have to go back and... we were always so sad to go back home... to go back to him. So, I don't get why he's going to investigate. He hated that bell as much as I did. And dad's dead. I-I don't get it."

You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands as JJ reached over and squeezed your shoulder gently for comfort.

"Uh, guys. I hate to ruin the trip down memory lane, but we got incoming." Cleo suddenly called out.

You all jumped to your feet just as a fleet of vehicles came speeding down the road towards you. That was definitely Singh's men. Shit.

"Where's John B?" Pope questioned, looking around.

"I don't know. He said he'd be back by now." Sarah answered, starting to panic.

"Well, he's not. JJ, what are we gonna do?"

"We gotta make a stand. That's what we gotta do. That's our only option." JJ answered, pulling out a handgun that you didn't realise he had.

"Let's do it." You said, retrieving your own gun from your waistband and racking the slide causing JJs eyes to widen in surprise. "You're not the only one with a weapon."

"No. We can't do that. Singh killed Portis! He'll kill us too! We can't stay here." Kie exclaimed.

"Okay, but, we're not leaving John B!" JJ shouted before everyone else began shouting at each other, arguing about what to do while the men continued to get closer and closer.

Suddenly, the boat lurched forward and you grabbed hold of the railing beside you, stopping yourself from falling forward by the sudden movement.

"John B! We need to get John B!" JJ yelled in the background, Pope holding him back.

Once you got your footing, you looked up to find Sarah behind the wheel, steering the boat away from the Marina.

"No! Hey! We are not leaving without him!" You shouted, taking a step forward to stop Sarah from driving, but Cleo grabbed your arm, stopping you.

"We'll find John B later." Kie said, trying to calm you and JJ down.

"We can't leave him behind!"

You yanked your arm free from Cleo's grasp, but before you could get to Sarah sudden gunfire erupted around you.

Bullets sprayed over the boat, cutting through the fibreglass and flying straight past you.

"Get down!" Everyone screamed.

You all dropped to your hands and knees, taking cover. Sarah still holding the wheel and steering away from Singh's men as the gunfire continued to rain down on you, but eventually it stopped. They had given up.

Cautiously, you got to your feet and glanced back at the Marina in the distance where the armed men were standing, watching you drive away.

Nobody spoke until you were well enough away from land, wanting to make sure that Singh wasn't following you.

"So, this is what we're doing, huh? We're just sailing out?" JJ questioned, breaking the silence. "We're just gonna forget about John B? We should have never left him. We're turning right back around."

"No! We're all gonna get caught. What type of plan is that?" Cleo retaliated.

"We have to do something! My brother's probably already been caught. We have to get him." You said, but Kie shook her head.

"No. We had to leave. We did the right thing."

"The right thing was to leave John B behind? How could that be the right thing?!" You shouted, unable to control your anger.

Suddenly, the phone Kie stole earlier began to ring and she hastily pulled it out her pocket, her eyes widened as she stared at the screen.

"It's Portis."

"Portis? That's John B. That's definitely John B." JJ said, taking the phone and answering it. "Yo. Dude, is it you? What do you need? Do you need us to turn around?"

"Speaker. Put it on speaker." You all quickly said before Sarah took the phone and put it on speaker herself.

"John B? Are you okay?" She asked through the phone.

"Yes. I'm fine. Everything's good. Listen, I..." he continued to speak, but his voice came through distorted.

"John B? I can't hear you."

"Get out of there. I'll meet you at Kildare, okay? I-I-" the line suddenly went dead, and you all stood around Sarah staring at the phone in confusion.

"He wants us to go back to OBX?" You asked hesitantly.

"Apparently. What the hell?" Sarah questioned, clearly as confused as you were.

"Do you guys think he found his father?" Cleo asked.

"He's been missing for almost a year." Pope explained, but you shook his head.

"My dad doesn't matter. We should go back. John B needs our help, why would he want us to leave?"

"We're sitting ducks right now, we need to make a decision. Are we turning back around, or are we gonna keep going?" JJ asked, his eyes frantically scanning the ocean for Singh's men.

"He said go." Sarah responded.

"No-" you began to say, but she cut you off.

"Go. Go!" She shouted, not listening to you.

JJ glanced over at you with a questioning look, and you growled in frustration, but reluctantly nodded before he tapped the boat into gear, heading for OBX.

John B... you better know that you're doing, you thought to yourself.

-

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The Miys Ch. 211

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“All Council, please convene via video from a secure location within thirty minutes for emergency session.” Charly’s voice broke the quiet murmuring in my office as we sorted out housing assignments. “Repeat, all Council, please convene via video from a secure location within thirty minutes for emergency session.”

I arched an eyebrow and looked at Hannah and Alistair.  Over my assistant’s shoulder, Tyche and Parvati rushed into the room. “Anyone have an idea what this is about?”

“Nope,” Tyche confirmed, dropping into a seat with enough grace to make a cat look clunky. “But I figured we might as well join from here instead of messaging you from across the corridor.”

“Fair,” I conceded. “Nuh uh uh.” Alistair was standing and mid-stride to leave. “Sit your butt down. You’re still my assistant, so you’ll hear this anyway. Better that you hear it now than wait while literally everyone you have what passes for fondness of is in this meeting.”

He scowled at the breach in protocol, but retook his seat nonetheless. To quell his urge to rule-abide, he made final notations on the file we had been working from before sending copies to each of us and closing out.

“This can’t be good,” Hannah suddenly blurted out. We all stared at her, but kept silent. “Charly is the last person to call an emergency session over something she can handle, and that covers…. A lot.”

“By a loose definition of ‘she can handle’, but true,” Parvati agreed.

“And to not go through Huynh for this…”

Tyche snorted. “Can’t blame her for not going through her boss. He’s competent as hell, but nothing is an emergency to that man.” She glanced off toward the ceiling thoughtfully. “Though… Charly would have still checked with Sophia or Xio.”

“Or with Noah, and had them point it out to one of us,” I added before checking the timer. “Five minutes, everyone ready?”

“Water,” Alistair muttered before standing again and waving over his shoulder for us to go ahead and connect.

Swallowing hard, I nodded and signalled to join the secure channel. “Councillor Sophia Reid, Engagement and Resources, online from my office. With me are Administrator Tyche Reid, Mentees Parvati Fletcher and Hannah Bodenheim, and Assistant to Council Alistair Worthington.”

“Assistant Worthington is not cleared to be on the call,” Eino’s voice responded.  As snotty as the comment was, his tone was far from reproachful and much closer to sounding worried.

“He can stay,” Charly asserted. “Information to be shared is need to know, and for him to support Councillor and Administrator Reid, he will need to know.”

“Your show,” Eino conceded, relieved. “Knowing Worthington, he will be taking notes furiously throughout the meeting, am I correct?”

I nodded for Alistair to answer for himself as he distributed glasses of water. “Preposterous notion. Of course I will be.”

“Might I request that Administrator Worthington’s notes be distributed afterward as supplementary material? As much as I know we all do our best to cross check ourselves, I will never refuse documentation taken by an Archivist.”

“That’s a good idea,” Charly added, her tone weary but slightly frantic. “Is that okay with you, Alistair?”

His indignation at Eino’s request immediately softened when Charly added her support. “Of course, Miss Harper. I would be glad to.”

“Hate to break up old home week, but Councilor Giang Huynh, Engineering, online from my office. Took me a while to get here.”

Quickly, the rest of the Council confirmed their attendance and waited on pins and needles for Charly to drop her bomb.  After a couple minutes of silence, Eino prompted gently. “Miss Harper, the floor is yours.”

“Crap. Yes, thank you,” she blurted out before taking an audibly deep breath. “For some background: as we are all well aware, Teeth is on the Ark as something of a liaison to the pirate fleet.  One of those conditions is that they are not prevented from contacting or being contact by Queen Ix’al, Captain Brol, or the So-k’nor known as Xale.”

“Confirmed.”

Xiomara’s voice seemed to steady her. “Teeth was on one such signal with Xale today, everything was normal, chatting about school and how strange human customs are, apparently. Anyway. At the end of the call, Xale was asked to pass along a secure message from Queen Ix’al to the Human Council. I can confirm that Teeth has not opened the message, because it is still encrypted.  However, the request included that we listen to it, and I quote, ‘as soon as possible, and sooner than polite’.”

“I believe I have the encryption key, Miss Harper.” Pranav’s voice was patient but excited. “You may upload the message to the channel.”

Once she confirmed the upload, Grey had a question. “How are we certain we have the key?”

So that Pranav could focus on the decryption, Xiomara fielded that one. “After Miss Harper’s negotiations with the S’crirs, Queen Ix’al agreed that anything urgent to us would be sent directly and encrypted using an Eko-mari key. Kind of thumbing our noses at our escorts, while also not placing the responsibility of such information on a fifteen year old.”

“Done,” Pranav announced before anyone could ask anything else. “Clear to play?”

“Clear to play,” Charly sighed.

“Terran Council,” came the alto voice that the translation software used for Ix’al. “In our recent maneuvers to remain out of range of the Galactic escorts, we intercepted a transmission that has been deemed valuable and essential for both your colony and our fleet.” Not even a meek pretension that they hadn’t been spying on the Eko-mari. Good. “The flightless demons of idiocy have formally requested that the Galactic Council assign them to quarantine patrol around the planet that is to be designated Von.”

They WHAT?

“The logic being leveraged is the number of pirate attacks in the sector, especially those focused on refugee species in general and humans specifically.”

I could hear Xiomara groan softly. “What did you do, Ix’al?”

“To clarify, the number of both attacks in general and attacks specific total one. They are using our breach of the Ark hull as leverage, for which both myself and Brol extend sincerest apologies.”

No shit, lady-squid.

“We are in agreement that we should have endeavored harder to succeed in removing all humans from the Ark, though we do extend our deepest apologies to Miys and Yjq for the damage the vessel sustained.  Had we been successful in our attempt, your species and our child would not be facing permanent isolation on a marginally habitable planet.”

“Fortunately, there is recourse, as both myself and Brol are certain the human Xiomara Kalloe is no doubt researching at this moment.” An inelegant but inspired grunt told us that said Council had been caught red handed. “We have appended the relevant case law to this file, but shall summarize here:  Refugee species are not deemed capable of raising a case on their own behalf.  However, one can be raised, should said species be represented by another species who is a member of the Galactic Community and also in good standing.”

“Obviously, neither the S’crirs nor any of our member fleet can do this.”

Had to give Ix’al credit, she paused for a moment to allow time for the inevitable “why?” to be squawked by no less than seven people.

“Not only are Gluxnigoglangug rather unjustly considered to be criminals across the Galactic Community as a whole, the Shalt-kri’i are specifically an enemy species to the Eko-mari.  As such, any petition by Brol’s people will be discarded out of appendage under the assumption that it is being filed simply to spite the odious idiots.”

I scratched my scalp rather aggressively at that one, pretty sure the legality was nil but that it also didn’t change the fact.

“That’s bullshit,” Hannah swore softly as Iz’al’s message continued.

“As much as I know that my heart-daughter’s heart-sister would petition on your behalf, if only to keep Teeth safe and free, precedent also precludes Deathworlders from filing petition on behalf of each other. A very unfortunate yet pervasive belief that culturally bellicose and suicidal species will take over the Galaxy if not held in check by their milder peers.”

“We request, out of concern if nothing else, that you respond to us within thirty of your days with what action you prefer to take against the Eko-mari request.  Our aim is to support your species as best we can.”

As the message ended, Parvati shook her wrist painfully, a dead giveaway that Xiomara had been furiously venting to her via message. By stark contrast, Xio’s voice was even and calm when she spoke. “Pranav, I received the case law you sent, thank you.  Evania is already looking for loopholes.”

Even though she was voice only, I could hear Charly rubbing her face. “Not the kind of urgent message I wanted today… So, the pirates can’t speak up for us. Can Noah?”

Trust Charly to shut a room up with two words. I blinked hard and glanced around my office.  Everyone in the room was equally unsure, either shrugging or blinking.  My imagination extended that scene to the faces of everyone on the call as the silence stretched on.

Finally, she asked the mushroom themself. “Noah. If we want to file a petition not to have the Eko-mari run quarantine patrol around Von, could you file it on our behalf?”

“I would quite willingly do so,” they responded, their voice sounding through Charly’s channel. “However, I am not permitted. As your escorts for such a length of time, I am assumed to be non-objective.  Even if this were not the case, Hujylsogox are self-recused from such situations in perpetuity in order to maintain our neutrality and continue relocation and rescue efforts when necessary.”

Arthur’s voice laughed ruefully into the call. “You guys are Deathworlders anyway, aren’t you? No atmosphere on your homeworld and all that?”

“While technically correct, this is overlooked due to the same requirement. My species is permitted to provide legal testimony, we are simply not allowed to file the petition.”

A familiar whistle rang out. “Wowwwww…. The racism is real.”

“Quite.”

Charly wasn’t giving up that easily, however. “What about the floaty sneezy thing that sounds like angels.” I heard her snapping loudly before she shouted. “ODVUB!  Sophia, what about Odvub?  Aren’t they a seriously good standing member of the GeeCee, for something close to forever?”

Hesitantly, I responded. “They function as the GeeCee network AI and fact checker, yes.  I would consider that to be in good standing, and pretty damned impartial.”

“Great! Noah, are they allowed to file petition?”

The pause that followed was longer than felt necessary from a hive-mind that basically functioned as a computer itself. “There is no precedent either way.”

“From what I’ve been able to find, most tend to forget Odvub is a species, not a computer,” I pointed out.

“But there’s a record somewhere! Soooo… doesn’t hurt to ask, right?”

In a dazed tone, Eino called the vote. Unsurprisingly, the response was unanimously in favor - apparently all of my peers were of the same mindset as I was:

Why the hell not?

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A/N: Welcome to Your highnes's epilogue, I hope you like it. It's going to be short.

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Your highness (Epilogue)

"Please, I don't want to know. It was enough trauma for me when, at the riot, he listed all the places he'd done it with Zoya."

"But it worked, we managed to save ourselves."

Matthias sighed, and Zoya followed him. The two couldn't avoid the look between disgust and surprise.

"Nazyalensky..."

"Helvar..."

Their hate, during those years, hadn't disappeared. Although it had been reduced; they no longer wanted to kill each other for he being a drüskelle and she a grisha, but only for being themselves. It would be strange if the fjerdan, after marrying a grisha as powerful as Nina and having with her a daughter as blond as himself, continued to hate those the fjerdans called drüsje. Sometimes with Zoya Nazyalensky he was tempted; but just that.

"We've had a great number of meetings without you going down to each other's throats, let's keep it like that." Nina commented, trying to lead the conversation back to less swampy grounds and taking the cup of tea in her hands carefully. "The Wandering Isle is very good."

"People are too happy."

"Matthias upset?" Zoya asked, with a clear smile on her face. "Even I would move there just to annoy him more."

"How about life as Sturmhond and Zyoma?" Genya asked, trying to help Nina in her attempt so that they wouldn't have to be separated this year.

"That..." Matthias commented with a tone of voice that was too strange for him. "How is the life of pirates?"

"Privateers." Zoya and Nikolai said at the same time, unable to avoid directing a frazzled look at him.

"What is the difference?'

"We have a license."

"Our license." Alina and Mal added at the same time, smiling as they looked at each other.

"If I have to see these two cuddling again... I'll throw them into the air." Genya rolled her eyes, in an overly theatrical copy of the blue-eyed girl's actions. "What?"

"They only have one child, Dubrov. But you have the twins; Dominik and Isaak, Liliyana and, besides, you are expecting another." Zoya brushed her hand over her belly, and Nikolai fixed his gaze on it with a smile. "I don't know who's cuddling up the most."

"Genya!" Zoya said, staring at her.

"I'm just saying facts."

"Clearly us." They all turned their heads towards Nina, who had set her cup down on the table. "Even if we only have Roëd..."

"Nina!" Now Matthias was the one looking at someone; at the heartrender

"I'm just saying facts." She answered him with a smile that the fjerdan avoided with his eyes.

"How is the life of king and queen?" Helvar asked Alina and Mal, clearly wanting to talk about anything as long as Nina didn't keep opening her mouth.

And they were going to answer him, but the flutter of a crow distracted them. The bird landed gently on the table to Zoya's right, and she watched that it had a note tied to one leg. "What?" She carefully reached it out, taking the piece of paper from the animal to open it up and begin to read it aloud. " 'Wylan and Jesper are very happy with the goat. Inej continues to hunt slavers on her own ship, and now accepts the rewards. Me? I won't be alone now. Ketterdam is not just a city, but a lot of people. Watch your little ones when they go to play. My revenge has begun Zoya Nazyalensky, now I will educate your children, and while the others too, to be the best criminals. Think twice before; eight years ago, eight months, two weeks and three days, make me jump into a boat with your Little Science. Signed: Kaz Brekker, founder of the future ruling gang of The Barrel.' " The squaller crumpled the paper in her hands and threw it furiously to the ground. Damn Dirty Hands. "Breeker!"

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Stir Crazy Chapter 2

“Eddie! Eddie stop! Wait! Eddie!” Dustin yelled at the top of his voice. It was no use, even running at full speed, he could not hope to catch up to a frantic Eddie. Even Hopper, whose legs were a lot longer than his, had to give up embarrassingly quick.

“Munson!”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit shit!” Dustin fumbled with his backpack and pulled out his walkie and started screaming into it.

“Everybody! This is a code red! I repeat! A code red! Steve! Nancy! Robin! Lucas! Mike! Please answer me!”

“Dustin? What’s going on?” Steve’s voice crackled out of the speaker.

Hopper grabbed the walkie “Belay that.” And slammed the antenna down.

“What the fuck Hopper? Give it back.” Dustin lunged for the walkie, but Hopper held it above his head so he couldn´t reach.

“We can’t have all of you running through the forest calling Munson’s name. how long do you think that can last before all of Hawkins joins you with their shotguns?”

“As if you care!” Dustin sneered, again reaching for the walkie. “He needs us!”

“I’m not letting you risk your safety just because Munson´s throwing a temper tantrum.”

“This is not a goddamn temper tantrum! You are so fucking wrong about him! You tried to isolate him from everyone when he already lost everything and for what? How the hell did you expect him to react? Screw you! He can’t go running around with his bat wounds.”

“Bat wounds?” Hopper’s arm had subconsciously lowered and Dustin seized the opportunity to take back the walkie.

“Steve. You still there? It’s Eddie. We lost him in the woods and now he’s out there somewhere.”

“Shit. Copy that. We’re getting in the car right now.”

“Hurry!” Dustin threw the walkie back into his backpack and made for the trees. Hopper immediately snatched the back of his backpack to stop him.

“Woah woah, hang on one second. You’re not going to look for him alone.”

“He needs me!”

“Yeah and we will look for him, but for now I need more information. You said he’s hurt?”

“Jesus Christ. You didn’t know he’s hurt? Of course you wouldn’t know that.” It was unsettling seeing Dustin this angry. The kid was always joking around and to see him this stone faced was not something Hopper particularly enjoyed. “He saved my life in the upside down. He almost bled to death and now it’s my turn to protect him.”

“How bad?”

“What?”

“How bad are the wounds?”

“I don’t know! Bad! We had to stitch a lot of them and they’re all over his body.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah! Shit!” Dustin fumed. “We trusted you to look after him! We fucking trusted you!” He threw a half-hearted punch at Hopper’s chest. “After we find him, he’s coming with us. I will not let you near him again.” His voice trembled and his lip wobbled, betraying the sadness underneath the anger.

The walkie crackled back to life again. “Hey Dustin, you still there?” It was Robin. Dustin scrambled to get his backpack open.

“Yeah! I am! Are you guys close?”

“We are. El is trying to find Eddie with the radio.”

“Did she see him?”

“Not yet, there’s a lot of distractions in this car.”

“Okay. Keep trying, we’ll wait for you at the cabin. Over and out.”

An awkward silence filled the space between them. Dustin furiously wiped at his eyes and looked at the treeline. Hoping against hope that Eddie would just come sauntering out of there, sheepish grin on his face, saying something along the lines of ‘going on a quest by myself isn’t as much fun as I thought.’ And then when the others arrived they could take him with them. But the forest was silent. Hopper’s eyes also scanned the woods, not looking for anything in particular, mostly he was looking for things to say.

“I am sorry, you know?” He started.

“Are you now?” Dustin huffed.

“We haven’t exactly… bonded. But that’s because of me. He tried to be nice, to make things work, but I pushed him away every time. After a while he stopped trying, stayed out of my way as much as possible.”

“Why would you treat him like that?”

“I thought- I thought he would be a bad influence on all of you. I’ve seen him at the station a couple of times, usually arrested for theft or dealing. I bet that he uses too. I don’t want that around you kids. I don’t trust him.”

“No. you know how he influences us? He gave Lucas, Mike and me a place to be ourselves in school. He protects us and teaches us to do the same for others. He sees the good in all of us and makes sure to tell us exactly what he sees. He’s been encouraging El to read more and she loves it! He’s the only person Max ever talks to about her family, because he gets it! She really needs someone like that. Steve just lights up around him! Like he’s a different person when Eddie’s around. And you” Dustin glared and pointed at Hopper. “You’re just as bad as the rest of Hawkins. Didn’t even try to get to know him, but you sure have a lot of horrible opinions about him. It’s not fair!” Hopper stared at the pointed finger as he let everything sink in. Then his gaze travelled back towards the treeline and he sighed.

“You’re right.”

“I- really? That easy?”

“I’m really not entitled to an opinion if I didn’t even bother to find out more. So yeah, that easy. I messed up.”

Dustin nodded, a frown still on his face. His anger was still there, but it was overshadowed by his worry for Eddie. He clenched and unclenched his hands, he bit his lower lip and shuffled his legs, clearly holding himself back from blindly running into the woods. Hopper felt an strong sense of guilt at the pain he caused him.

“So tell me more about him. You said he saved your life.”

Dustin looked surprised, but then he flinched at a memory Hopper couldn’t see. “I hate to remember that moment.” He started. “But I guess you should know it.”

The story Dustin told him then, of survivor’s guilt and swarms of demonic bats and concerts in the upside down, of desperate attempts to buy more time and screams and blood and soul crushing last words, it shook him to his core.

“And- and then Steve, Nancy and Robin found us. Steve carried him on his back as he climbed through the gate. It- it was-“ Dustin choked on his words, his wide eyes looked unfocused, like he was seeing it happen all over again. “It was horrible. When they hit the mattress on the other side Eddie let out this- this noise. It wasn’t even a scream. And then he was quiet like he-“ His face crumpled and he covered his mouth as he shoulders started to shake. Hopper instinctively reached out and pulled Dustin into his arms. The kid didn’t resist as he was embraced, just buried his face in Hoppers jacket to calm himself down. Hopper rubbed his back. “He’s okay, he lived, remember? He’s alive.”

“y-yeah.” Dustin sniffed. “We stopped the bleeding and stitched him up. He got better each day.” Hopper patted his shoulder.

“Hop! Dustin!” In the blink of an eye, they were swarmed by Joyce, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Eleven, Mike, Lucas, Max and Erica, all asking what happened and if they were okay, hugs were exchanged and as Hopper took a step back to observe the group he was floored by the amount of people that showed up. It was Eleven who took the opportunity of the moment of silence to speak up.

“I saw him.” She said. Dustin immediately perked up.

“You did? Where is he? What’s he doing?”

“He’s hiding in the woods.”

“Hiding? From who?”

“There are men in the woods.” That put Hopper on high alert. “Are they looking for Eddie?” He asked.

“I don’t think so. But they have guns.”

“How-“ Dustin was almost afraid to ask. “How is he?” Eleven looked at him with sad eyes.

“He was shaking. And bleeding.”

“Okay, shit.”

“But I can find him.” Eleven said, jaw set determinedly. Hopper nodded at her.

“Right.” He walked briskly back into the cabin. Everyone exchanged confused looks and shrugs at each other. Things became clear however, when Hopper came back with his gun, tugging it in the waistband of his jeans.

“Let’s go kid.” He said to El. “Everybody else…” He addressed the rest of the group. “If we all go we’re going to attract way too much attention. So you need to stay here, also Eddie might come back on his own.” Of course this scenario was very doubtful, but it would give them something to do. A chorus of sighs and groans were heard throughout the group. Everybody was hyped on adrenaline and ready to do something, anything to help. Dustin was the only one that dared to contradict him directly.

“Eddie does not want to be found by you.” He said. It wasn’t stated with much heat, but the truthful way in which he said it still stung. Joyce quickly sensed the situation and stepped in.

“Why don’t I go with him then? The three of us will look like a family taking a hike and Eddie might react better to me.” She shrugged. Hopper hesitated.

Eleven nodded enthusiastically. “A compromise.”

Hopper gave her a soft look. “Fine. Compromise.” He turned to the rest of the group. “All of you can stay. Lay low, make sure nobody sees you. Dustin can tell you what happened.” He nodded to Dustin as he said this, silently communicating his consent to tell the full story.

Eddie woke up with a start and for a moment, he had no idea where he was. He was sitting in an awkward position, something was poking his back and- was he outside? And why did his shirt feel so sticky? When he carefully shifted his upper body to find a more comfortable position, his stomach spasmed and he had to bite back an agonized groan. His whole torso felt like it was torn to shreds.

Because it was.

Shit- was he?- No. He got out, right?... Right?!? The threat of blind panic send chills over the top of Eddies skin. Desperately, he dug his fingers in the dirt underneath him and tried to calm his heaving breaths. It hurt so much. Eddie gagged against the pain and fear.

What did Wayne used to do when he started spiralling as a kid? He always sat him down. Okay, check I’m sitting down. And then- and then he made him say things that he could see. And then hear and then… smell? Or feel?

‘Just tell me three things you can see kid, no rush, you can do it.’ He could almost hear Wayne sitting in front of him, looking at him with worry written all over his face. He always put his hands on his shoulders. It made him feel so much more grounded. His own shaking right hand slowly trailed up to rest on his left shoulder, squeezing tight. Cautiously, he let his eyes take in his surroundings. It was getting darker, but he could see he was in a forest.

“I- I see trees…” He mumbled to himself.

“A-and-“ He had to squeeze his eyes shut against a wave of pain. When he blinked them open again he tipped his head back and looked up. Beautiful purple and pink clouds were illuminated by the sunset that Eddie couldn’t see.

“Clouds.” He whispered. “ ’n the moon.” A beautiful full moon was already visible in the sky. Definitely not an upside down sky.

Alright. what was next? Things he could hear? It’ll do.

“The w-wind.” Eddie sucked in a deep breath. “My breathing. And my voice?” This was going alright.

Okay. Maybe it’d be better to skip the things he could feel for now. Things he could smell is probably next.

“I- I smell leaves…” he nodded to himself. “And dirt and… Oh God.” Eddie gagged again, this time it took him a lot of willpower not to throw up.

“I smell blood.” He whispered to himself. That was unfortunate. So he wasn’t in the upside down, they still won, but he was hurt. And alone.

It came back to Eddie in a flash. The days of isolation, the loneliness, Dustin coming to see him, his fight with Hopper. Shit. He blew it. Why did he have to run away? Where was he going to go now? Hopper was right. He couldn’t go to Harrington. He would put them all in danger by being near them. Hopper definitely wouldn’t want him back now. He was screwed.

Snap

Eddies eyes shot to the source of the sound. What was that? As he listened closely, he could hear approaching voices and footsteps.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

In the distance he could see three figures walking in his direction. They were carrying rifles. Not the type of people Eddie wanted to run into right now. Or ever. He had to get up, hide somewhere. Eddie experimentally moved his legs and immediately had to bite his hand to prevent himself from crying out. How was he even going to do this?

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe they’d put him out of his misery. Like a rabid dog.

No. He did not survive being eaten alive by a fucking swarm of demonic hellscape bats just to be killed by some angry hick who just happened to run into him. No way.

With whatever strength he found within himself he hauled his body into a standing position. His vision went grey and spotty as he stood hunched over trying not to throw up. As his vision cleared, he could see all the blood covering the forest floor and quickly wrapped an arm around his abdomen, trying to apply some pressure. He bit his lip hard to muffle the strangled whine that he couldn’t hold off anymore.

And so Eddie found himself stumbling through the forest, trying not to leave a trail of blood and looking for a place to hide. What a way to spend a summer evening. ’86 was truly his year, wasn’t it?

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Elise Fellows Takes Precautions

The dark suited female fraud investigator had finished her casework. Miserable and shame faced, Alex stood in front of her as Elise took him through her proof positive of the young actuary’s history of embezzlement and corruption on her computer and through a sheaf of hard copy files on her desk. To her surprise and satisfaction, Alex said nothing in his defence. “Yes, Miss Fellows,” he mumbled, “I admit everything.” Retaining her stern demeanour throughout, Elise asked a series of questions all of which Alex answered in full while the woman furiously scribbled down his confession. Her heart leaping with excitement, Elise glanced at the clock: it was already 7pm. She knew she had to keep hold of Alex: he may look utterly subdued now, but she could not run the risk of him going home and “disappearing” overnight. She fixed the young man with a hard look while he averted his eyes. “I need to take precautions, Mr Phillips,” she told him, “which means I am going to have tie you up now. Please don’t resist, but do put your hands behind your back.” Alex, his face a picture of misery, simply nodded dumbly and did as she asked . “And I’m afraid I will need your belt.” Elise continued. She indicated the thin strip of decorative plastic around the waist of her tailored black skirt. “As you can see, mine is not strong enough.” The man nodded again, standing still but with head bowed, as the woman undid the strong leather belt to his suit trousers and pulled it free. Elise then stood and walking behind Alex, pulled his hands behind him and then fastened the strap tightly around his wrists, tying them together. Alex’s sole reaction to being bound by her was a deep sigh. “Now we go to see the CEO,” the investigator told him, picking up the folder from her desk, “with this, my computer files and your confession, that should be enough for her to report my findings to the police.” Elise’s captive simply nodded despairingly once more. With her file under her arm, Elise took Alex by his tied wrists and led him down the corridor and towards the waiting lifts.

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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Test

            Tenured Professor Ron Smelzer taught all his classes from worn binders filled with yellowing paper that crackled as he mindlessly turned page after page. Seldom did his eyes pass over these notes. Decades of teaching the same classes, semester after semester, had burned every bullet point into his brain. And yet, he turned the pages in rhythm with his lectures.

            Professor Smelzer never assigned papers, never took roll, and never accepted excuses. Midterm and final. Always essay questions. Always compare and contrast. Answers requiring details, names, and dates. But also, something more. The elusive “A” required an epiphany. While everything you needed came from the lectures and readings, the exhaustive essay questions necessitated putting together disparate concepts in ways that often seemed counterintuitive. At least he gave the option of answering only two of the three questions on the test handout that arrived promptly the moment the test was scheduled to begin.  

            It was a snowy morning in December when I took a snort from the flask bequeathed to me by Tim the Eccentric when he moved on to graduate school at Berkeley. The mouthful of Irish whisky had been his and now my pretest ritual.

            I entered the classroom ten minutes before test time and found a seat on the left end of a row of desks. Smelzer was nowhere to be seen. He would, as was his custom, walk in a minute before the test, make some announcement, and then pass out the questions.

            Like every other student, I pulled out my notebook for one last refresher in the few minutes before the desks would be cleared of everything but a blue book and a pen. I stared at my notebook, filled with everything I had considered important from each lecture. A wave of futility washed over me. What was I going to learn in the last remaining minutes? Everyone around me flipped furiously through their own unique collection of scribblings. The collective anxiety was palpable. I folded up my notes, stuffed them back into my bag, and put the blue book and pen on the desk. I sat back and waited.

            It wasn’t a calmness I felt. It was an angry frustration. If I was paying to be educated, then why did I have to prove to Smelzer, or the institution for that matter, that I had gotten my money's worth? Why did I have to waste two hours of my Tuesday morning performatively proving my proficiency in the subject?

            Smelzer’s rotund figure in a worn grey suit entered the room. He reiterated the testing rules and the two-hour time limit. His instructions to clear our desks were drowned out by the shuffling of papers, backpacks, and bookbags. I watched nervous students sigh and prepare. Test papers were delivered to each student from the professor's hand. I set mine, face down on the desk.

            All around me, papers fluttered. There was more than one gasp of disappointment as those around me read the questions. I looked around the room. Had there even been enough time to read the questions? People were already writing. Something in me found it humorous. The speed with which pens began scratching on paper. I smiled and turned over my copy of the test.

            I read. I thought. I listened to the scribbling. I watched Smelzer settle into a chair, adjust his glasses, and begin to read from some ancient and probably outdated tome of Slavic history. I reread the questions and cared less and less about the test. Other students were flipping over pages, moving to their second or even third. I thought about two-for-one slices at The Pie. Sure, it was a little after ten in the morning, but pizza and beer sounded better than this. I stared at Smelzer and his oddly perfect salt-and-pepper beard.

            There he was. Tenured and secure. Teaching from twenty-year-old notes while writing esoteric articles for obscure history journals to infuse his static career with the illusion of productivity. I had nothing against the guy, but sitting there, as the minutes wandered by, I grew to dislike him. And then, almost pity him. It took effort to turn my eyes to the paper sitting on my desk. I read the questions a third time, still not considering an answer.

            Don’t get me wrong. It had been a pretty good class. Dated? Yes. A little too much emphasis on diplomatic failings and too little on the kinds of sociological madness that drove people to commit such horrible atrocities. And yet, the overall narrative had been engaging. Some of the books hadn’t been too dry, but the lectures carried their own rhythm that had kept me awake. To be honest, after all these weeks, I just didn’t care about the class or Smelzer anymore. It got me thinking about something Professor Leonardo Alishan had said a few semesters earlier in a course on Classical Literature.

            Professor Alishan was a fascinating person. He had canceled class one day because his daughter was ill, and he couldn’t bring himself to leave her side. It was little more than a cold, but still, class was canceled that day. His death in a house fire would be a serious knock to my psyche two decades later, but what he had said stuck with me. Knowledge is not power. Power is a commodity, and to equate it to knowledge did nothing but cheapen the latter. It was simple, but it changed the way I thought about education in general and universities in particular.

            If I was here to gain knowledge, then the whole point of the test was meaningless. I wasn't going to learn anything by taking the test. It could teach me nothing. So why was I here? It was sacrificial. I was sacrificing my time, energy, and mental power in a performative exercise to appease the gods of institutionalization. My obligation was to the ritual. The ritual of education. I took a deep breath, read the first question for the fourth time, and began writing. An hour later, with 40 minutes left of the test time, I dropped my blue book on the desk in front of Smelzer and walked out of the room.

            The temptation to get full-priced pizza and a pint of beer was strong, but instead, I walked through the newly falling snow to the library to start what was left of a day's work. I knew that my test anxiety would no longer bother me. I had a new appreciation for my purpose and my education. All in all, it would have been a good day had Scott Hanson, having bombed his biology final, not thrown himself off the fifth-floor atrium of the library, breaking an oak table and leaving a blood stain on the carpet that wouldn’t be cleaned up for two weeks.

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It’s Just Me (mini blurb)

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———————

It was a terrible twos kind of day. The kind of day when YN can’t tote Ivy along to a charity organization brunch because she would meltdown.

Harry had her in his office with him, she was sitting on a blanket Harry had laid out, and was quietly playing with her stuffed animals (mostly seals.)

Occasionally, she would babble to herself and get pissed of at her inatimate playmates, ending in her tossing it to the side.

He caught himself just staring at her, smiling as he watches the little human he and his soulmate created right in front of him.

When his phone rings, he automatically picks it up, professionally stating, “Styles.”

“Hi, this is Dan from Payroll,” The guys voice was already shaking and Harry knew he was about to get really pissed off.

“How can I help you?” He asks in a tone that’s was definitely did not sound like he wanted to provide any assistance.

There is a pregnant pause before Dan nearly stutters, “Er, I accidentally missed reviewing the marketing departments hours and they did not receive their last paycheck.”

Harry takes a very deep breathe because he wants to do what he normally would - scream through the phone at this idiot.

However, he can’t because his curly haired little baby is playing with her toys in the middle of the office with a smile.

“Please come up to my office,” Harry replies curtly before hanging up.

He gets up, goes over to his daughter, and squats in front of her, “Ivy, baby.”

She looks up at him with a toothy grin before reaching over to hand him a stuffed seal, “Play, daddy.”

Harry thumbs over a stray curl on her forehead, “Daddy can’t, my love. I need y’to go with Granny Dor for a little.”

Ivy had been very clinging to both YN and Harry recently. She had a fit when YN dropped her off, despite how happy she was to see her dad.

Her brows furrow, lips purse, and Harry has to laugh because she looks like a carbon copy of him with the sour face.

“Oh, no mean looks t’daddy,” He hums with his own frown, “S’just for a moment, m’dove.”

“No.”

“Ivy, y’need to listen.”

And Harry knows it coming, she sucks in a huge breathe and then just lets out a scream in protest of him.

“Ivy Elizabeth Styles, y’do not scream. Y’know better. Are we going to have to take a timeout or are you going to go sit nice with Dor?” Harry’s voice is still softer than he’d use with any of him employees but extremely firm to her.

“No timeout, daddy,” She mumbles, her volume decreasing significantly as she lowers her gaze from her father’s.

“Alright, then c’mon. Thank you for listening,” Harry praises, gathering up her toys for her and leading her into his waiting room where Dorothy is typing away on her computer.

“Dor, Dan is coming up and I need to have a private meaning. Will y’watch her for a little?”

Ivy is already clambering up into her lap, into the warmth of her arms, and nuzzling in - because Granny Dor spoiled her silly.

Harry rolls his eyes, muttering, “And you and YN say I spoil her too much. Bloody ridiculous.”

Dorothy just shoos him away, readjusting Ivy’s bow, and combing through her hair softly to simmer her down a little.

Dan trails in solemnly soon after to face his inevitable doom.

He sees his boss’ daughter perched on the secretary’s lap and he wonders how such a sweet little thing could be created from the demon of a man.

As Harry and Dan meet, Ivy gets wriggly and squirms off of Dorothy’s lap.

“Stay close,” She murmurs to the toddler as she picks up her phone to answer a call for Harry.

Of course, Ivy doesn’t listen, and she noticed that the door to her father’s office is cracked open just the littlest bit.

It’s enough for her to slip through the space between the heavy doors and toddles on, she’s blocked by the leather couches so Harry can’t see her.

“I have givin’ you so many fuckin’ chances!” Harry seethes angrily at his employee. His tone was more like a growl than anything else.

Ivy pauses, eyes widening in fear as she hears her dad speak in a frightening manner she’s never heard before.

“I…There was a coding error that I had been distracted with, it won’t happen again,” Dan insists, knowing he had actually committed a fireable offense.

“You are absolutely correct because you’re fucking fired,” Harry replies, no wavering in his raspy register.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Dan explodes, “It’s unfucking fair treatment! It was one mistake, you fuckin’ asshole!”

There’s a moment of silence.

“I can fuckin’ show you unfair treatment. Get the fuck out of my office and learn how to do your goddamn job,” Harry retorts, his voice rising as well.

Ivy is stuck in her spot, frozen in surprise at hearing the arguing and how mad her father sounded, voice echoing through the room.

“You listen to me-“

“Get the fuck out of my office!” Harry booms furiously, this employee managing to get a rise out of him.

“I was ju-“

Both the men pause when they hear a wail from behind the sofa and the sound of Ivy plopping herself on the ground.

Harry instantly is out from behind his desk and going to round the sofa in a flash with a rose of panic in his chest.

His heart drops when he sees his baby looking up at him with fear in her watery eyes and she’s literally shaking.

“Oh, baby. Did y’hear daddy bein’ loud?” Harry murmurs in his sweetest, comforting voice - uncaring of his employee hearing him.

Harry expects her to nod sadly and ask for a cuddle but she instead wriggles backwards when he goes to reach for her - out of his reach.

“Ivy, little dove, s’just y’daddy,” He tries again, sitting down in front of her - doesn’t even look up as Dan leaves quietly.

She’s scared though and has had never felt worse in his life as his daughter backs away from him until she’s getting to her wobbly feet.

He tries again, reaching his arms out, “Ivy Elizabeth, s’just daddy. M’sorry I scared you, bub.”

Ivy doesn’t budge, crying loudly with her face pinched up as hot tears run down her soft chubby cheeks.

Dorothy appears with a worried look, “I apologize, I thought she was by the table.”

“S’not your fault I’m a shitty father,” Harry mutters, standing back up and roughly brushing off his trousers.

“Oh Harry, she’s just a little frightened,” Dorothy hums, picking the girl up when she toddles quickly over to her.

Her dad trails over, “Ivy, m’love. Can you look at daddy?”

She refuses, digging her face into the woman’s shoulder, curls bouncing fiercely as she clings onto her.

Harry loved to be feared. Not like this though. Not by the child he’d literally jump in front of a train for without a second thought.

He would rather have her screaming, pitching fits, throwing toys rather than this. She was so scared that she wouldn’t even look at him.

“Let me take her on a little stroll, okay? See if I can calm her down a bit.”

—

Harry waits patiently for Dorothy to arrive back but he automatically hears his daughter’s steady stream of sniffles and whimpers.

He goes out to the waiting room to see her reentering the room, she sighs, “I think it’s time to call mummy.”

Harry had no idea how he was going to explain this to his wife. He was I trouble and he knew he deserved it.

“Hey H, is the bab okay?” YN greets warmly, chattering in the background.

“Er, she’s okay, just upset. Ivy accidentally walked in on me flipping out and firing an employee. Now she’s scared. Dor tried to calm her down and she doesn’t want to be near me right now.”

YN’s next words were calm, Harry however did not miss the sharp edge when she replies, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Then she hangs up on him.

Which she really never does unless she is really really upset.

—

When YN arrives, Ivy is sat on Dorothy’s lap with puffy eyes and her thumb tucked between her full lips, popping it out when she sees her mother.

“Mumma!” Ivy shrieks, tears beginning streaming down her face as she impatiently waits for her to cross the room and gives her a soft kiss to the forehead.

“Hi baby, give mummy one minute and then we’ll leave okay?” YN murmurs soothingly, thumbing of some of the tears.

Ivy nods but is standing next the secretary’s desk, waiting patiently with her thumb going right back between her lips again.

Harry’s sitting at his large oak table, looking like a guilty puppy as his wife comes in with a disapproving look on her face.

“Baby, m’sorr-“

“What the fuck, Harry? Why is our daughter out there terrified right now?” YN demands, crossing her arms to prove her anger.

“Some fuckin’ idiot messed somethin’ up and Ivy walked in while I cursed him out and fired him. She was hiding behind the couch. It was an accident,” He defends, bristling a bit.

“Even if the door was shut, she would have still heard you. You knew better than to act like that around our daughter.”

“I had to fire him,” Harry makes the lame excuse because he knows he’s in the wrong and he’s not always great at admitting he is.

“You were supposed to have Ivy for two hours and this happens. I have her all day everyday and I’ve need had an issue with controlling myself in front of others!” YN yells (quietly) at him.

“What the fuck is tha’ supposed to mean? Y’calling me a bad father? Y’have her all day with her because I work so that you can stay at home with her.”

YN rolls her eyes, “Well thank god for that, she’d be cursing and screaming at people all day everyday if she was with you all the time.”

Harry is thoroughly pissed at his wife and she is equally just as furious with him - it doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s bad.

“Y’got some fuckin’ nerve. Our baby is polite, well-mannered because of me too! Not just you, fuckin’ claiming all her good qualities,” He replies with a snarl.

“Don’t talk to me that way,” YN bites back, “I’m not one of your employees. Neither is Ivy despite you talking like that in front of her.”

Now she was just trying to push his buttons and it was well onto it’s way of working.

“Y’bein’ fuckin’ ridiculous! It was a accident and you’re acting like I did it on purpose! Fuckin’ hell!” He raises his voice in frustration.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are raising your voice at me but I’m leaving,” YN tells him, giving him one final glare before storming out of the office.

“Fuck!” He grunts, smacking cup of pens from his desk before slamming his fist on the desk.

—

Ivy was waiting patiently, whimpering when she sees her mum, and gesturing to be picked up, “It’s past your nap time, Vee.”

“Nap,” She lisps sadly, instantly curling into then familiarness that is her mother. Eyes instantly fluttering shut.

“Thank you, Dor,” YN whispers, blowing her a kiss, before trekking out of the office with the exhausted little girl.

—

Harry can’t handle the rest of the day, wants to go home, and make amends with his wife which leads him to heading out only an hour after them.

He finds YN in the den with the baby monitor propped on the coffee table, she’s watching a horror movie with a smoothie in hand.

“Hi, m’heart,” Harry murmurs cautiously, loosening up his tie until it falls limp around his neck.

She glances over at him, sarcasm lacing her tone,“So you do know how to talk without yelling at me, hmm?”

His face falls, frowning, “Hey, lovie - don’t be like tha’. Y’gonna let me apologize?”

“Come scratch my back and I’ll hear you out,” She hums, keeping a serious face.

“Y’drive a hard bargain, m’heart. Show me y’tits,” Harry begins to smile, striding over and getting her no time before he’s pulling off her shirt and sports bra.

He sits down then gently lays her down on her tummy and she rests her head in his lap, cheek pressed against his thigh.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I wasn’t thinkin’. Now I’m worried she’s gonna hate me forever,” Harry mumbles, using his blunt nails to trace up and down her back.

“You’re her favorite person. She’ll always love you more than anything,” YN tells him seriously, arching when he scratches an extra itchy spot.

“I hope so. I love her more than anythin’. A little mixture of how much we love each other. How much we worked to get her,” He sighs softly.

—

YN dozed off and Harry tucks a blanket around her bare chest.

When the baby monitor alerts that Ivy had woke up after quite a long nap, he takes a deep breath before walking up the staircase to his fate.

He’s preparing himself for her to scream and cry when she sees her monster of a father because he’d scared her so horribly.

But his mini just widens her green eyes and he looks at his world with bated breath, waiting for the scream or tears.

Instead, she just dimples happily at her father, and squeals with excitement, “Daddy! Hi Daddy, miss you!”

And just like that….

They’re best friends again.

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You stifle a yawn as you sit up straight, barely listening to what Renjun, your classmate, is saying.

It's not like you didn't want to listen to him - you just couldn't.

English class has never been this boring, but it was just so for today. Perhaps it was because it was Friday, the weekend so close and yet so far.

Everyone else seems to be fine though, working away diligently in assigned pairs on a worksheet your teacher had just given out.

Mark is writing furiously on his worksheet while Haechan rambles answers, Chenle busy folding his own worksheet into a paper airplane while a confused Jisung tries to copy him, and Jaemin is reading his textbook while Jeno looks at you.

Wait.

Jeno's looking at you?

You momentarily freeze, a million thoughts racing through your mind as you lock eye contact with the blue-haired boy.

Maybe he was looking at someone behind you?

The wall is the only thing that greets you when you turn around to check, and your cheeks immediately flush red when you realize that he is looking at you.

Now, no one knows this, but you've recently developed a crush on Jeno.

It's the way his hair falls prettily over his sparkly eyes that gets your heart skipping a beat faster, as well as the way he adorably talks in pout when he gets excited.

Jeno always catches your eye wherever he goes too, be it coincidentally passing by each other down the corridors or when he just happens to be lining up in front of you during lunch at the cafeteria.

All of that is enough to make your heart race and face involuntarily tug up in a smile, but now?

With him looking right at you, maintaining heart fluttering eye contact across the room?

You panic.

Do you look away? Do you keep the eye contact? Do you pretend like you didn't notice it? Do you look at the floor? Do you look at the ceiling?

"Should we include point two in our summary?"

Renjun's question snaps you out of it, and you're grateful for the excuse it provides for you to break the eye contact.

"Y-Yeah, I think point two is fine." you stutter, face flushed as you tried to act cool.

Renjun hums in response and scribbles something down on his worksheet, and you fight the curious urge to see if Jeno is still looking at you.

Which he probably wasn't.

In fact, he probably was looking at the wall earlier.

Or zoning out in your direction.

It seemed impossible that he'd be looking at you.

Or was it?

A quick peek answers your burning question, and this time he smiles at you, eyes creasing up into the little crescent moons that you loved to see every day.

"Oh my God." you mumble, physically feeling your heart beat faster as you quickly jerk your head back down to your worksheet. "Are you okay?" Renjun asks concernedly, frowning.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just uh - stepped on my own foot." you lie blatantly.

It's obvious Renjun doesn't buy it, raising an eyebrow at you in confusion.

He's about to question you further about it till your teacher interrupts, clapping her hands twice. "Alright, class's over! Thank you, you're dismissed." she calls.

Immediately, everyone makes a beeline for the door, and you scramble to get your things too. The last thing you needed was to be late for your next cla-

"Woah!"

You flinch and let out a surprised gasp when you almost get run into by someone, and you glance up to see it's... Jeno?

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he asks worriedly.

"I'm fine, yeah, I'm fine, don't worry, nothing to worry about here!" you ramble, flustered at how close the two of you were.

But the breath is taken out of you as you note how much more prettier he is up close - the usual boyish glint in his eyes now like the countless stars of the galaxy.

"Okay, that's good." Jeno chuckles. "Well, see you Monday then!" he chirps, softly nudging your arm.

With that, he leaves the classroom and into the bustle of the crowd and the swarming hallways.

Yet the feeling of his fluffy, sweater-clad arm against yours remains, burning right through the fabric of your jacket and onto your skin, leaving a tingly, electrical rush coursing through your body.

Truly, only Jeno could make you feel this way, and you couldn't wait to see him again - next Monday.

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Holy shit im fcking late to the event im so sorry-

Well anyways, CONGRATS ON 1K IT WAS A LONG JOURNEY 🥳💞🍭

Being late isn't a nice thing for royalty but what can I say , getting ready to see my beautiful prince was definitely worth it 💅(Just go with it don't mind me k? )

So can my dearest fyodor dostoyevsky from bungou stray dogs help me on making breakfast at 9:38 🤭

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[9:38am] — Making Breakfast

↳ 【Fyodor Dostoyevsky】

FROM THE 1K EVENT

ᴀ/ɴ: THANK YOU SWEETS AND DONT WORRY ABOUT BEING LATE ALL on the contrary I should and I am sorry this turned out more like him cooking for you than the both of you I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT I AM SORRY :( 💕 and this is even shorter than normal I hate it

Soft hums could be heard from the kitchen, hums that synced with the chirping of the birds. Birds that flapped their wings delicately as they passed in front of the window, their delicacy matching that of the cracking of the eggs on the pan.

A stoic face is present on the person that cracked those eggs, a table of two plates is being prepared while he ponders why he is doing this, he is known to be completely emotionless and frantically someone who doesn’t give a single fuck about anyone else. Then why did he wake up so early just to prepare this? And he even put some effort, he does want you to feel like the royalty you are to him. Perhaps, love does change people, but he thought he was unaffected by such emotion; yet here he is.

And when you walked in, he couldn’t help but feel a disgustingly fuzzy and fluffy feeling in his chest that he had already grown accustomed to; now he wouldn’t call it disgusting, but rather abnormal. It was something alien to him, but he wouldn’t reject it or push it away anymore.

Just like how he just leans into your embrace when you hug him from the back, face nuzzling into his back. “Had a good night's sleep, dear?” He softly asked before you nodded groggily seeing to fall asleep any moment, only for you to perk up at the sound of his voice when he says “I made your favorite.” “Really?!” You shake him before being reminded that he is still cooking and pulling back abruptly. He just nods making you know that’s it okay.

The food is laid on the table and your stomach grumbled from the aroma, you hold your utensils excitedly as you feel a kiss on the top of your head which makes you flush but nevertheless say “Thank you for the meal!”

He muttered something, but when you ask him about it he easily brushes it off; “Fyodor, didn’t we say we would cook together today?!” You inquired crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. He easily dismisses it by saying “I wanted to make it special, is that bad on my behalf?” which makes you silent and blush furiously.

He sits across from you and drinks his morning coffee, and you enjoy your breakfast in peace; He was a man of elegant vocabulary but never flirted, so today he made it an exception. You would wake up thinking that you forgot an important date or something, but he would just answer with today “…I wanted to appreciate you.” but he sounds confused deep down.

Now that he thinks about it, why is he doing all of this? Is it all just to see you smile?

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 33

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Possessiveness.] [Warning: Degradation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Nonconsent.]

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“Does Remus Lupin call you ‘Lovely’?”

You swallowed thickly. You were honestly barely awake, and you had no idea how you were supposed to respond. You ended up mumbling out, “Well - Well, you see, it’s just an odd, old nickname – one he doesn’t use with me anymore.”

You spoke tiredly and blinked furiously at Rowan. Rowan watched as you clearly tried to cook up the right answer. Pop, pop! – your fox ears appeared, one after the other, with one already drooping down tiredly and the other twitching nervously, on your head. 

“Is that so?” Rowan asked you, not easily letting you off the hook.

You swallowed again. “Yeah, I – I reckon so.”

“You swear it doesn’t mean anything to you?”

“Huh?” 

“It doesn’t mean anything to you anymore, right?”

You frowned. “What are we talking about again?”

Rowan abruptly sat up. Grabbing your hands, he pushed you down on the bed. Hovering over you, he whispered in a rough growl, “Him calling you ‘Lovely’ – that doesn’t mean anything to you, does it?” 

You wanted to reply to Rowan, to reassure him that you and Remus weren’t in that sort-of relationship at all anymore, but you felt so tired and for some reason, the mere mention of Remus was making your body all cold again. 

Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not answering me.” 

“Well, give me a chance, god damn it,” you blurted out. “I’m not even awake.”

“If you have to think about who you belong to, then I haven’t made as strong an impression as I thought,” Rowan insisted. He squeezed your hands tightly in his.

“It’s not even – I don’t need to think  - Wait, I do – But my point is that I’m not even awake,” you protested, fumbling over your words.

“Let me help you wake up.” Leaning in, Rowan began to bite and suck at your neck. 

“Ah!” you gasped. “Not so – Not so hard!” 

Rowan moved down, burying his head against you as he let a trail of bite marks all down your neck. When his lips met the soft fabric of your shirt, he let go of your hands for just a moment to hurriedly rip your shirt off of you.

You blinked in surprise when you suddenly felt the fabric bunch up around your head and then – swoosh – it was off.

You shivered. “Rowan!” you cried out softly, your voice still layered with the fog of having just woken up.

“Baby,” he whispered back, while he lavished your breasts with kisses and bites. 

“Ah…!” You gasped. Waking up to such intense sensation was confusing to you and yet, undeniably pleasurable. Only, Rowan was gripping your hands so tightly and pressing his mouth all over your body so passionately that your body didn’t even feel like yours – and that was a truly strange thing to feel. 

But it’s Rowan, your mind whispered. I know I’m safe with him.

Yes, it was because it was Rowan that you let him handle you this way and in fact, you sensed a thrill in your tummy despite still being half-asleep and feeling quite fatigued.

As such, Rowan had you undressed in a matter of minutes. All that left your mouth was a series of soft cries of “Rowan – Ah! M-My panties! It’s too early for this, don’t you – don’t you think?” 

“It’s midnight,” Rowan informed you. “There’s nothing early about midnight.”

“But – um!” You crossed your legs tightly, covering your bare pussy. “I’m not – Rowan…”

Rowan gazed up at you. “You don’t want me to make love to you? Even when your stupid fox ears are sticking out? Even when you’ve forgotten who it is you belong to?” 

“What do you mean…? My fox ears are out?”

“Yes, they are.” Gripping your hands even harder in his, until his knuckles went white, Rowan leaned over you and whispered lowly, “I wonder why that is. Do you want to tell me?”

You flushed. “Um…” 

“One, two, three,” Rowan counted.

Flustered, you sputtered out, “Well - Well - Who told you to count at me?”

Annoyed, Rowan said, “Even if I accept your excuse that you’re sleepy, you’re still too slow to reply.”

You groaned. “You’re not playing fair.”

“I never do,” Rowan whispered, leaning in against you again. “I thought you’d caught on by now - I’m a bully. Bullies don’t play fair.” With that, he softly bit down on one of your fox ears. 

“Ah! Rowan!” Your hands came up against his chest at once, as the way he bit at your ear made you tingle all over. 

“Shush, you,” Rowan berated. “You had your chance to make your case.  I reckon now that you should just be good and let me have you tonight, hm?”

“Have… what?” you blurted out. 

Rowan captured your mouth in a sweet, yet desperate kiss. 

“What - Mm - What do you want?” you moaned out pitifully, though you couldn’t help but kiss him back, even if, in your sleepy state, you missed his lips a little. 

“You still don’t know?” Rowan grumbled back at you. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“At least once more,” you murmured back. “‘Cause I’m confused. It’s all a bit confusing, as to what you want from me.”

Rowan sighed. “Fine, I want you to be safe - ” He kissed your forehead “ - and warm -” He kissed your cheeks “ - and mine.” With that, Rowan kissed you passionately enough that he pushed your head back into your pillow. 

“Ah…” you breathed out. “Rowan, you already… Mm…” You felt Rowan’s strong, sturdy body covering yours and pressing down against yours a little. With a soft sigh, you melted, with your body softening at once to receive his. 

Running his hands all the way down to your hips, Rowan warmed you up so easily. 

“Mm,” you breathed out. Feels so nice to have him touch me like this…

It was impossible not to respond to Rowan. The way he touched you was so wonderful and inviting. Without thinking about it, you gently ran your own hands over Rowan’s broad shoulders and into his hair. Your fingers searched through his soft, messy locks, searching, searching, searching…

“Where are your ears?” you asked him sleepily, for you were settling back into your pillow again and about to fall back asleep. 

“Never mind where my ears are.” Rowan bit gently at your neck once more. “You still haven’t answered me, you sly nymph.”

“...About what?” 

“About whom you think you belong to.”

“Oh,” you breathed out. “That. Hm… I don’t know, really. I don’t really think that way. I just… tend to get lost… in stuff…” 

Rowan shifted up, so that he was lying on top of you. He brought his hand up and stroked your cheek gently. At the same time, he whispered huskily in your ear, “Then get lost with me, sweetheart.”

“With you…?” you wondered sleepily, as you turned your face to nuzzle his palm.

“Yes,” Rowan murmured, watching you with warm, if not lonely, eyes. “Let me have you, and I swear, I’ll take care of you. If you think of yourself as mine, I promise you that I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

Rowan’s words washed over you. You realized he was making a promise to you. You turned your face a little, searching for his lips to kiss. 

You heard Rowan breathe out softly, just before he leaned in to give you the kiss you were asking for.

A few kisses later, you let your thighs slip open to accept Rowan’s hips. He’s so warm … and sturdy… You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. I don’t know if I’m his. I don’t know that I can be anyone’s. But I love having him with me this way. I love that he’s close to me. I love that I can hold him. I love that he’s being so kind and sweet with me.

“Love… me…” you murmured. 

Rowan’s eyes widened. “What?” 

“Make love… to me,” you repeated in a whisper. You fell back against your pillow.

“Oh.” Rowan paused, as he looked over at you. “Do you mean it? Aren’t you tired?”

“Gentle,” you requested. “Want it gentle with you.”

Rowan shifted back. Then, he lovingly, if not clumsily, pushed your messy, tangled hair from your face. “You sure? Look at me, sweetheart.” 

Finally, you blinked awake. You looked up and gave him a tired, but genuine smile.

In that moment, Rowan knew you meant it. You wanted him. 

Rowan kissed you on the forehead, asking you without words to wait for him. He reached down and pushed his pants and briefs down.

You did wait for him, but as soon as Rowan came back to you, you hugged him again. 

Rowan slowly - very slowly -  entered you. Both of your breaths caught. Rowan slipped his arms around you and held you tightly, too. 

“You’re so tight,” Rowan whispered through gritted teeth. “It’s almost unbearable to go slow.”

“A-Ah…” Your breath stuttered as you felt Rowan’s cock pushing you open.  

Rowan noticed the way your hands were bunching up into tight fists. “You’re going to hurt your palms. Hold onto me instead.”

“I don’t want to scratch you, though.”

“It’s fine.” 

In fact, the both of you ended up holding onto each other as Rowan worked his hips into you. You did your best to keep your thighs spread open enough to take him.

Knowing that there were several others in the same house, you both kept your voices down as much as possible and instead resorted to biting each other’s shoulders to keep quiet. 

“Mm - mm - mmpfh!” 

“Uhn, fuck… Babe, you’re all soft…”

Soft, muffled moans mingled with raspy, handsome growls as Rowan rocked back and forth while hugging you. Embracing you so tightly, Rowan could feel the knot on your chest, the remaining scar after your fight with the succubus, and he hugged you even tighter, bringing his hand in to gently push your head against his chest. 

“Ah… Ah…” 

“Mm, Baby…” 

Your thighs started to shiver. Trying to resist the urge to cum early and snap your thighs shut, you held your breath and, with quite some effort, managed to lift your legs and lock them around Rowan’s hips, keeping yourself open for him and drawing him into you deeper.

“Yes, spread your legs, love. More. Mm, yes, like that,” Rowan breathed out, taking the opportunity to push his cock more deeply inside of you.

“Uhn,” you moaned, and your sweet moan was followed by a soft, yet desperate gasp of “ah!”  

“Hold on,” Rowan murmured in a low, husky voice. “Just a few - uhn - a few more t-thrusts, babe - nngh, fuck, I’m close!” 

You clutched onto Rowan and buried your head against his neck as you felt him thrust gently inside of you. 

“Ah…!” you both moaned out together as Rowan finished, his cock plugging you up deep inside of you.

As you felt Rowan’s cock throb heavily in your pussy, you finally let go. With a loud, breathy “uhhh…!” you came, too.

Rowan felt the way your hips bucked and pressed up tightly against his for a moment before abruptly falling back onto the mattress. Since your legs were wrapped around his waist, Rowan then felt how your tummy and thighs trembled all over as you kept cumming for him. 

“Oh, God, I can feel you cumming on my cock,” Rowan breathed out heavily. He pressed into you again, as you came, making sure he was balls-deep inside of your pussy as you tried to finish cumming.

Feeling his thick cock delve into you while your pussy was spasming all over, you moaned loudly, “Ahh!” before remembering to bite down on his shoulder instead to keep quiet. 

When Rowan heard your soft, blurry gasps pierce the air so romantically in that moment, he felt himself melt for you. You sounded so precious to him. Loving the way sounded and loving the way you felt, so sweetly wrapped around his cock, Rowan murmured adoringly, “Mm, yes, such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” 

You shivered as you felt Rowan finish cumming in you, too, cumming right in your pussy. Rowan buried his head against your shoulder, too, as he made sure to stay pressed tight to you and to give you every last bit of his cum. 

By now, both of you had a flurry of bite marks on your shoulders and your arms were sore from hugging each other so tightly. 

Your head fell back onto your pillow. You blinked blearily up at the ceiling as the buzz tingling all over your body slowly faded away. 

“Rowan,” you panted softly. “R-Rowan, Rowan…”

“Shush, baby,” he assured you, running his hands gently over the bite marks on your shoulder. “I’m right here.”

“Mm,” you acknowledged.

The quilt had nearly slipped off of the bed by now. Rowan reached over and dragged it back over you.

“Rowan,” you mumbled again, more quietly this time. 

“What?” 

Your heart felt full as you realized that, once again, Rowan had managed to pick out which of the many times you said his name you truly wanted him to respond to you. With your eyes still closed, you lifted your head to press soft, lingering kisses all down his jaw, neck, and chest.

“Hm…” you sighed contentedly, as you left a trail of warm, adoring kisses down Rowan’s body.

Rowan stilled. Then, he rather roughly pushed you back down onto the bed. 

Surprised, you blinked tiredly up at him. “What’s wrong? I didn’t bite. In fact, I took care not to.”

“Nothing. Just go to sleep,” Rowan said. “You must be tired.”

You gave him a funny look. “Can’t I give you some kisses afterwards? Is it such a big deal?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“But you’re tense,” you pointed out, while poking at his tightened chest.

“I’m not tense, you dolt,” Rowan scoffed. “That’s just what my body’s like.”

“Liar,” you murmured knowingly. “As a matter of course, I try not to comment on your vanity, but even I can’t just let you lie like that. Your chest is much softer when you’re not flexing so much. I know that for a fact.” 

“I’m not lying. Only I can’t - I can’t take it when you act all sweet with me like that,” Rowan suddenly admitted. His voice sounded rushed, as though he were panicking. “It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like you. It doesn’t feel like me.”

“What do you mean?” you said tiredly. “It is you. It is me. So, why isn’t it right?”

“Never mind,” Rowan said brusquely. Yet, even as he said spoke so harshly, he brought his hand up to his neck, as if to hide himself away from you. “Like I said, you should just go to sleep now.”

Instead, you reached up to rub your eyes. You wanted to have a closer look at Rowan.

Rowan covered your eyes with his hand. “I said to sleep.” 

You pushed his hand away. “I can’t go to sleep. Not when this is my one chance to see you all shy and blushing.” You looked at him curiously, only to find that – “Oh. You’ve stopped blushing already.” You frowned. “Did I just dream it all up in the moment?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what it was,” Rowan deadpanned. “Just a silly dream you conjured up.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Okay, fine, fine, I’ll let it drop.” A yawn overtook you as you mumbled out your next words, “But, you know, I’ve met the Nine-Tailed Fox. So, of all people, I have a right to believe in the dreams I conjure up…” 

The Fox snorted. I’m more than just a dream. Have you still not caught on yet, little one? I existed for thousands of years before your puny human self ever popped into existence.

“Oh, shush,” you mumbled. “I’ve had enough of your arrogance.”

“Huh?” Rowan said, confused. 

“No, not you…” you sighed, as you closed your eyes again. 

Just before you fell asleep, you heard Rowan say softly, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, you little sneak, you still haven’t answered my question.”

Rowan watched you as you fell back asleep. “But what can I do?” He reached out and gently touched your face. “Even if you don’t give me the answers I want, I think I want you… What do I do about that, huh?”

With a quiet sigh, Rowan gazed tiredly at you. Within his normally strong and fearsome brown eyes, in that moment, there was a glimmer of gold – of uncertainty, of doubt, even a silent hurt.

But you weren’t awake to witness it.

Speaking wistfully to a sleeping you, Rowan mumbled, “Let’s get you healthy and yourself again, all right?” As his hand slipped off of your face, the back of his fingers grazed your soft, warm cheek. “Much as I like the Fox, you sleep a lot when she’s with you, and… I think I miss you when you’re asleep…”

Rowan’s eyes slipped shut, and he slowly drifted off to sleep, joining you in slumber. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

In the morning, you and Rowan got up and dressed. You started to head down into the kitchen, only –

“Wait a minute.”

“What?” Rowan asked.

You patted down your pockets. “Where’s my wand gone?”

Rowan sighed. “Seriously? You lost your wand? How scatter-brained can you get?”

“Shush. I’m trying to remember.” You concentrated, tracking your steps in your mind yesterday.

Just then, Rowan spotted a flash of a tail appear on the other side of the bed. He realized that Artemis was on the other side of the bed, just out of view. Rowan walked around the bed. Sure enough, there was Artemis, with your wand held between her paws. She was chewing away at it, while her tail was high up in the air and cheerfully swaying to and fro.

“Think I found your wand,” Rowan announced wryly.

You peered over the edge of the bed. “Art!” you gasped. You shooed her away and grabbed your wand. “You can’t bite this! It’s my wand, for Merlin’s sake.”

Artemis sat down primly. She blinked at you with eyes full of innocence. Hmm...? she seemed to be saying. I what? No, no, I’d never. 

You sighed. “Goodness. How come you like to chew at my wand? Huh? You’re so strange.”

Artemis merely turned her head away from you. 

You shook your head. You went to the door, where Rowan was waiting for you.

“She’s too cramped in this place,” Rowan told you. “She’s restless.”

“Maybe I should bring her to the mythical realm,” you mused. “She seemed to like it when I first went there with her. Besides, your creatures all like living in the mythical realm, right?”

However, Rowan shook his head. “It’s true that Artemis might like the mythical realm, but I think it would be dangerous for her to stay there for a long time, especially now that it’s truly a mythical realm, what with the succubus gone and all. Remember what happened to Nick the Niffler? He choked on the air and I had to shove him back into my bag. Artemis isn’t magical at all. So, I don’t reckon she could handle it for very long.”

As Rowan spoke, you noticed the way he looked down at his hands.

“You miss them, don’t you?” you said softly. “Your creatures.”

Rowan was quiet for a long moment. Finally, he simply said, “They’re happier there.” He reached out and took your hand. “Come on. Let’s go down.” 

As you and Rowan left the room, Artemis’ ears slowly drooped as she realized she wasn’t going to be able to chew on your wand any longer. She sullenly went over to the window and blinked up at the morning light. She could sense a whole wide world out there, and maybe even a world beyond that. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You and Rowan came down to the kitchen for breakfast, only to find the room absolutely crammed with people - people who would have no business sharing a breakfast table if not for their allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix. 

You watched with a bemused smile as Arthur Weasley waved around a flashlight, stating that it was “the ingenious Muggle equivalent of Lumos.” 

You happened to catch sight of Severus, who seemed equal parts disgusted and bewildered by Arthur’s presentation of the flashlight. 

“Hi, Sev,” you greeted him. “Long time, no see.”

Severus grimaced. “I believe I’ve told you not to refer to me by such a - a tasteless pet name.”

“Ah, sorry. Old habits die hard.” You started to give him an apologetic smile, when a gloved hand came out of nowhere, reached over your head, and roughed up Rowan’s hair.

A familiar voice rang out, “Look who it is. I’ve missed you, scruff.” 

Rowan scowled. “Leave me alone, Graves.”

Tristan gave you a light wink, before he smirked at Rowan. “I was only giving you a hand. Fixing your hair up for you. Because – well, she’s here.”

Rowan frowned. “Who’s here?”

Tristan nodded over his shoulder. 

Both you and Rowan turned to follow Tristan’s gaze. You spotted a woman with soft, blonde hair and wearing beautiful crimson robes. She seemed distantly familiar.

Tristan asked you, “Do you know her?” 

You shook your head.

“Well, fair warning, she’s got quite a flirty personality.” 

You made a face. “So do you, Tristan.”

Tristan chuckled. “I can’t deny that. Not in front of you, anyways.”

Rowan shot Tristan a warning look, before he called out, “Mag?” 

Hearing her name, the young woman looked up. When she spotted Rowan, her face relaxed into a soft smile. “Rowan! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? In fact, I expected to see you here much earlier. Why weren’t you at the first Order meeting?”

Rowan replied, “I was traveling. Besides, technically, I’m not a member of the Order.”

Hearing this, Tristan blinked. His vivid green eyes studied Rowan for a moment. 

Meanwhile, Rowan asked Magdalene, “How are things at the Department of International Cooperation, Miss Vice President?” 

Magdalene lifted her eyebrow. “Haven’t you heard? The Head of our Department, Barty Crouch, was murdered. I’ve been asked to replace him.”

“Congratulations. Head of the Department - that’s impressive,” Rowan acknowledged. “Though, I have to admit, that’s a rather grim set of circumstances for a promotion.” 

Magdalene responded, “You better treat me nice now, Mr. Scamander. Or I’ll take away all of your traveling permits.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “I see your promotion hasn’t given you any newfound sense of maturity.”

“I hardly think you’re one to critique her on that,” Tristan interjected.

“Coming through! Coming through – whoops!” At that moment, Tonks, who had been coming towards the table carrying an armful of fruits, tripped over an empty chair. 

Remus, who had been standing in the kitchen, besides Sirius, reached out and grabbed Tonks before she could fall over. 

“Ah!” Tonks gasped as the fruits went flying in the air. 

“Oh, dear,” Magdalene murmured. 

“Sorry!” Tonks said immediately. “Oh, Merlin, I’m always so clumsy…” She fell to her hands and knees and started to pick up all of the fruit.

“Well, there’s no need for that,” Susana, who was standing by Cas, remarked. She lightly swept her wand in the air – and all of the fruit went zooming cleanly onto the table.

Tonks grinned sheepishly. “Right. Thanks. Forgot magic’s a thing.” 

Remus looked Tonks over. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

Tonks laughed brightly. “By what? Pears and apples? I’m stronger than that, you know.” 

“Well, yes, I wasn’t - I wasn’t trying to imply that you got beat up by a bunch of fruits,” Remus admitted. “But you tripped. I saw you, Nymphadora.”

Tonks’ hair turned fuschia. “I’m fine, Remus,” she assured him. “Thanks.”

Meanwhile, Magdalene had stepped closer to Rowan. “And what about you, Scamander? What have you been up to since we last met?” 

Rowan’s eyes flickered over to you, as you were rather awkwardly standing about a foot away from him. “My friend and I have been studying magical creatures.”

Magdalene turned her gaze onto you. “Oh, yes. I believe I just saw your picture in the newspaper. You were quite courageous, you know, to stick up for Rowan like that.”

You mused, “Did I stick up for Rowan?”

Tristan snorted, amused. “You don’t even remember what you said?”

You looked over at Rowan, but he merely shrugged back at you.

Magdalene reached over to the counter and picked up the newspaper. “I think it’s in here.”

Rowan grimaced. “Put that away. No one needs to hear that rubbish.” 

“Just a second,” Magdalene said, flipping through the pages. “Oh, yes, here it is.” She read aloud, “After two years in hiding, Scamander has reappeared with a young lady and it seems that Scamander’s latest love interest is a bold one. She adamantly stated that she didn’t care whether or not she appeared in the press, as long as she got to be with him.” She looked up from the newspaper and grinned cheekily at both you and Rowan. 

“Oh,” you recalled. “I suppose I did say that. But I didn’t say that for the press.” 

“Of course not,” Magdalene agreed. “But here it is, reported in the ‘gossip’ column. After all, you can’t date a fellow like this -” she nodded at Rowan “ - and not expect it to be publicized.” 

“You pay far too much attention to the ‘gossip’ column. You always have. I don’t understand it,” Rowan said wearily. “Just stick to the ‘International News’ section, Mag, where you belong.” 

You held out your hand. “May I see the newspaper?”

Rowan groaned. “Gods, not you, too.” 

As Magdalene handed you the newspaper, she remarked amusedly to Rowan, “Where I belong? But I’ve appeared in the ‘gossip’ column, too, you know, thanks to you.” 

Quickly, Rowan muttered, “Shut up.” 

It suddenly clicked. Oh, so this is her. The woman Rowan said he saw once a month. The woman the journalist spotted Rowan with before. 

“Oh,” you muttered, in your moment of understanding. “I see.”

Seeing your expression, Magdalene frowned. “Oh, I didn’t mean – Sorry, I only meant – I’m in the news, sometimes, too.” 

I know, you nearly replied. You’ve been in the news for the same reason I have. However, you didn’t want to say anything foolish. So, you simply nodded at her. In fact, you wished you hadn’t made any noise at all. 

Magdalene hurriedly tried to fix her error. Gesturing at you, she remarked, “But now, look at you, Rowan, you’ve got yourself a woman who doesn’t care what the press says about her, as long as you can be with you. You’re lucky to find a woman like her.” 

Rowan stared at her. Bluntly, he said, “Mag, what the hell are you doing?” 

Having had enough of such an awkward situation, you excused yourself and stepped away. 

You found yourself in front of the kitchen table. Trying to act busy, you lifted your hand and let it drift over the fruit… Merlin, that was terribly awkward, you thought to yourself, grimacing. A few minutes passed, when you realized, I am actually hungry, though. Hm… What do I want? Apple, grapefruit, pear… 

“You’re doing a terrible job of acting busy,” Rowan, who had come over to you and was now subtly leaning over your shoulder, whispered low in your ear. 

“I’m not acting busy,” you denied. “I’m really thinking about it. It’s a tough decision.”

“Oh, really?” Rowan snorted. “Here, let me help.” He reached over and picked up two fruits. “What will it be, m’lady? An orange or a pear?” 

A soft voice replied matter-of-factly, “Pear.”

You paused, surprised at the voice that had answered – which was not yours, but coming from behind you. You turned around to see Remus.

At once, you noticed the surprise in Remus’ eyes. He didn’t mean to answer, you recognized. 

“Um.” Remus coughed lightly. “Sorry. It’s just - You do still like pears, don’t you?”

You felt Rowan shift and began to scrutinize Remus.

“Well, no, actually,” you fibbed. “I prefer - um - oranges now.”

“Oh. I see.” Remus mumbled out his reply, his eyes fell to the floor at your feet. 

You bit your lower lip when you saw Remus’ disheartened response. That was such a stupid thing to correct him on. And it wasn’t even a correction, seeing that pears are still my favorite fruit. But what else can I do?

Thankful, Molly interrupted at the perfect time, calling out, “Breakfast! Everyone, please head to the dining table here!” 

You grabbed Rowan’s hand and pulled him away.

“What was that about?” Rowan asked.

“I don’t know,” you replied. “I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”  

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You ate breakfast quickly. In fact, you hardly touched your food. Instead, excusing yourself from the table, you slipped away and headed back up to the bedroom that you and Rowan were occupying. 

Now alone, you unfurled the newspaper that you’d managed to tuck away in your robes. Sure enough, crammed into the bottom corner of the “Gossip” page was that photo of you and Rowan. Underneath the photograph, the article began with the words that Magdalene had read aloud, “After two years in hiding, Scamander has reappeared with a young lady and it seems that Scamander’s latest love interest is a bold one. She adamantly stated that she didn’t care whether or not she appeared in the press, as long as she got to be with him.”

The article then went on, and it was clear that the journalist had asked around at the Ministry of Magic for any information about you. 

“Yes, I remember her. I went to school with her,” said Malik Zabini, a member of the Wizengamot. “She was a very strange person. She cared more for animals than people. In fact, she acted like an animal sometimes. I do have to wonder if Scamander’s interest in her is actually a romantic one – or more about his interest in taming strange beasts that otherwise aren’t allowed to mingle with society.”  

The next paragraph stated that you had been unable to retain a formal job for more than one year in the many years since you had graduated. And even for the year that you were at Hogwarts, “She was a creepy Professor,” reported Draco Malfoy, a current Hogwarts student. “She always had her hood up, even in class. Then, she disappeared at the end of the year with no explanation at all. The school board was left with no information and my father had to work very hard to make sure that an appropriate professor was found to cover her absence for the next school year.” 

Snatch! Suddenly, the newspaper was gone, grabbed out of your hands by Rowan.

You blinked, startled. You hadn’t even heard him come in. 

“That’s enough of that,” Rowan growled. “Don’t waste your time with this garbage. They don’t know a thing about you.”

You paused. You got the sense that he was trying to protect you from what the article said about you. It was as if - “Have you read it already?”

Rowan sighed. “Yeah, I might have,” he admitted grumpily. “I was just trying to get a sense of what they wrote about you.” 

“Well, it wasn’t bad at all,” you said honestly. 

Rowan’s head was drooping slightly, as if he was as ashamed of himself as much as he was angry at the journalists.

You tried to tease him by saying jokingly, “After seeing Magdalene today, I thought I might get some cruel jokes on my looks, at least, but it wasn’t even that.”

Rowan didn’t respond to your ill attempt at humor. 

You frowned. I’m not sure how to act around him when he gets all moody like this. 

Finally, stepping in front of Rowan, you lifted his head, making him look at you. As calmly as you could, you assured him, “I’m okay, Rowan.”

“Are you sure?” Rowan questioned. His voice was so gentle. He hardly sounded like himself. “I know I warned you, and you said it’d be fine, but if it’s not, you can be honest about it.” 

You could see the heavy guilt in his eyes. “I’m really fine.”

“But you hate being bullied,” Rowan said quietly. “I know that. You said so.”

Ah, so that’s it. He feels like he failed to protect me. 

You stepped closer to him, while still keeping your hands on his face. Getting up onto tip-toe, you kissed him softly, as you murmured, “Well, it turns out I don’t mind it as much when you’re by my side.”

Not entirely trusting your words, Rowan caught your hands in his and he pushed you down gently onto your feet, so he could look at you. “Really? Tell me the truth. Don’t try to hide from me and pretend like everything’s okay. Everyone around me does that, as if I’d break just from being uncomfortable. But I’m not that weak and in fact - I want to protect you. So, tell me the truth: are you all right?”

“Yes,” you repeated firmly. “When you’re around me, I feel safe. It doesn’t bother me what other people say. That was true at Hogwarts, too.” You gave him a cautious smile. “Don’t you remember? Me and you at school. And whenever someone so much as teased me, you’d find a way to put them in their place. Then, you’d come spend the day with me. Under the willow tree, sometimes… And other times, in the library… You’d rest your head in my lap and I’d be furiously reciting facts about the Nine-Tailed Fox. And I’d forget that anyone ever had a bad thought about me at all. Remember?”

Rowan was still for a long moment. But finally, he nodded. In a quiet voice, he murmured, as if in confession, “Yeah, I remember. It was hard - to hold back from punishing those bastards. But the reward was to spend time with you, to be with you. I really do… want to keep you safe.”

Scooching closer to him, you leaned forward and warmly pressed your mouth against his. “I know that,” you whispered, with your lips brushing his as you spoke quietly. “I know you keep me safe.”

“Do you? Do you really know that?”

You frowned slightly as you wondered, “Why do you think I don’t know that?” 

“It’s just that I - Well - ” Instead of answering, Rowan gathered you up in his arms and kissed you passionately.

In that moment, you felt it. You felt that there were so many things trapped in Rowan - his hopes and fears, his dreams and nightmares - so you accepted him, as he was, as best as you could, by holding him and letting him kiss you - letting him have you, as he put it, so that he could find his way home again. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Two floors down, Susana, Cas, Magdalene, and Tristan were all gathered in a study room.

“Any luck?” Tristan asked, opening the meeting.

Cas reported, “Yes, my Tracking spell worked. My modification to account for beings within beings was the key. I know where the Obscurial is now.”

“Explain.”

“The Obscurial is being kept in a dementor.” 

Magdalene let out a soft “oh” of understanding. Then, she wondered, “If that’s the case, how do we reach it?” 

“That’s the unfortunate part,” Susana said grimly. “We have to wait for them to release it. Even if we destroy the dementor now, that will only serve to release the Obscurial.”

“Our next step is clear, then,” Tristan stated. “We must figure out where the Death Eaters plan to release the Obscurial next.”

Cas frowned. “Actually, we know that too. And it’s not good.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know that the Quidditch World Cup is happening this summer, right?”

Magdalene’s eyes went wide. “No.”

Tristan’s mouth became a thin line. “A crowd situation doesn’t make for good defensive posturing.”

“No,” Susana agreed, “especially when the enemy is a being that grows more powerful with despair and fear.”

Tristan blew out a hard breath. He commanded, in a steely voice, “All right. To begin with, let’s establish a strict perimeter watch around the camping fields and stadium. Cas, can you lead that?”

“Of course.” 

“And Magdalene,” Tristan continued, “this might be a difficult move for you, seeing as you just became the Head of International Magical Cooperation and this proposal will make you rather unpopular, but I need you to - ”

“Put stringent search protocols in place for the match and limit the number of Portkeys prepared to transport people in?” Magdalene finished knowingly. 

Tristan nodded. “Exactly. And Susana?”

“Yes?”

Tristan said grimly, “You look after yourself now. That Obscurial has it out for you, and it’s making me nervous.”

Susana gave Tristan a soft smile. “Yes, Master.” 

Everyone began to clear out when Tristan called, “Magdalene.”

Magdalene stopped. Cas and Susana left the room, though Cas glanced curiously over her shoulder back at Tristan and Magdalene before Susana shut the door. 

Magdalene spoke first. “I know what you’re going to say.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” A sad smile graced Magdalene’s face. “Aren’t you sweet, checking in on me? I didn’t know you were so soft, Graves.”

“To be honest, I don’t know much about you and Rowan, and I prefer not to,” Tristan said straightforwardly. “But when that news story came out, it broke Rowan. I saw that with my own eyes. He felt that he couldn’t protect you.”

“Frankly, he couldn’t,” Magdalene said, equally blunt. “However, the problem with Rowan is that he thought it was his place to protect me in the first place. It’s a romantic notion, but it doesn’t do him any good, not when he’s as famous as he is. It was never his responsibility to protect me.”

Tristan looked over at Magdalene. “Do you pity him?”

“Not his situation, no. Most people would kill to be born in his position. But I suppose I do pity his personality. Rowan’s fiercely loyal when he doesn’t need to be, when he won’t gain anything by it… and then he’s hurt when the world wins, even when it’ll win every time.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Magdalene sighed, before she explained, “There was no way he was going to keep that story from coming out. My mother, the Vice President of International Magical Cooperation, supposedly having an affair with Barty Crouch Senior, the Head of the entire department! And that was why he was such an absentee father in his own family.” She snorted. “As if. My mother hated that stubborn git since she joined the department.” 

“Well, it’s hard to convince the public of such truths,” Tristan said quietly. “Most readers prefer to read entertainment, regardless of the truth.”

Magdalene nodded. “Yes, and, as you know, that’s why I publicly renounced my mother and I became the Head of International Magical Cooperation instead of her. Imagine. My mother worked her whole life in that department to get to my position.” She let out a hollow laugh. “At least she was still gracious enough to give it to me, even if she hasn’t so much as looked at me since.” 

“I’m sorry,” Tristan said sincerely. “I’m sure it’s difficult for both you and your mother.”

Magdalene, who had dropped her head slightly and stared at her feet while speaking, now lifted her head again. “No need to be sorry. I know you’re just as haunted by your parents, Tristan.”

Tristan reached up. For a moment, his gloved hand brushed over his left eye, which had once housed the Obscurial - but no longer. “No,” he murmured. “Those days are gone for me. I’m not haunted anymore.”

Magdalene gazed at Tristan questioningly. She didn’t quite believe him. Yet, Tristan seemed so certain of himself that she couldn’t help but wonder if he meant it and if that meant that there was hope for her, too. Every time Magdalene saw her mother, watching over her daughter from a distance, but unwilling to speak or even look directly at her, Magdalene could feel her heart breaking. To see Tristan say that he had moved on gave Magdalene a sense of hope, even if had no idea what that looked like right now. 

“Let’s get out of this room,” Magdalene said. “I don’t want Cas thinking I’m trying to flirt with you.”

Tristan shook his head. “Even Cas knows that would never happen. We’d be a match from hell.”

Magdalene smiled. “Do you remember when our parents suggested we try to court each other?”

“Yes, wasn’t that a grand suggestion?” Tristan said wryly. “We couldn’t even stand each other for more than an hour. And then you saw Rowan Scamander enter my office.” 

Magdalene tossed back her hair. “I’d had a crush on Rowan since Hogwarts. You can’t blame a girl for jumping on the opportunity, can you?”

“I don’t blame you for anything, Magdalene,” Tristan responded. “I just don’t like you for it.”

Magdalene laughed brilliantly. “All right, Graves. Suit yourself.”

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— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU KISS THEM OUT OF THE BLUE

ft. timeskip! Hinata shoyo, osamu Miya, atsumu Miya, bokuto koutaro, iwaizumi hajime

note: suggestive❗suggestive my copying mechanism

❦HINATA was watching one of his old high school games on Saturday afternoon, casually, his only free day. You missed him, so much during the weekend and of course you couldn’t get mad at him for relaxing a little, but you wanted a little of his attention too “shoyo, do you want to do something, like, together? I miss you” no response, of course. That’s it im gonna do it, you think; “babe what are you doing-“ next thing he knows is that you are on top of his lap, kissing, trying to get him of you are feeling, he kissed back after a second, knowing you weren’t gonna stop “babe its not like im complaining, but why was that” you roll your eyes with a little smile on your face and peck him before answering “I miss you shoyo, please at least let me cuddle you while you watch that match, please?” with both of his big arms he accommodates you on top of him so you could see the game too “of course bub, anything for you”

❦OSAMU was stressed you could tell, owning a whole onigiri shop it’s not something easy, his mind was a thousand miles per hour, he needed a break, but his big brain couldn’t let him take it “ ‘samu just a little break yeah? You are going to be refresh after that and things aren’t going to be as difficult” he didn’t  look up to you, still too busy searching for the special ingredient his new recipe needed “baby a promise im gonna take a break, in a little bit” that was the nth time he told you that already feeling frustrated because of him “ ‘samu, I want you to know that im not sorry for what im about to do” he looks up to you and your lips are on his, his eyes open before closing them and guiding his hand behind your neck so he could pull you deeper into the kiss “ummm ma baby ya know what, a think a wanna lay down with ya a little” you’re happy, finally he is taking a very much needed and deserved break; with both of your arms around his neck, your lips ghosting his you answer “uh-huh, a nap would do us good”

❦ATSUMU need to go to work, but he is still whining about how he wants to stay ‘with his baby in bed for the rest of his life’  “tsumu, I want that too, but things in life are not free, I pinky promise we can stay in bed watching movies all night” he sighs, still sure about his purpose in life “ugh babe, do ya even love me? Is this yer way to tell me im clingy? Please let me lay down with ma favorite person in da world, please” it was starting to be difficult for you too, he is pretty convincing sometimes “babe why aren’t ya answering? Is this yer way ta tell me im right? Please don’t leave me, I love ya” wasn’t he noisy? you kiss him to shut him up, glad that the bed was behind the two of you cause falling to the floor would have hurt. He kissed back in that exact same moment, he is not letting go the chance to feel so close to his precious baby “tsumu, let me finish when im talking, now go to work then maybe im gonna kiss you like that again when you are home” his legs are moving faster than his brain does, anything for kisses, he think “bye ma love! take care of ya and don’t miss me!”

❦BOKUTO was now waiting for you to arrive home, sad that the only free day he had in the week you were working, he couldn’t stop thinking of you for a second, imagine what the two of you could do once you were home, like bake something, play a board game, maybe stay under the covers enjoying each other’s presence, he would be satisfied with anything at the moment, what he didn’t knew is that you got out early from work and now you are making your way towards his tall and beefy body to surprise him with a kiss, running to him , you actually get to kiss him, what you didn’t expect what his answer “aaaaaah! Please stranger do not kiss me, I have a lovely girlfriend I want to make my wifey- oh, it’s you, hi bub, I missed you so much, actually I thought about what we could do together once you were home” you smile, getting yourself out of the floor, wrapping your arms around his torso and smacking your face to his chest “Bo, I missed you too, and you know something? I want to make you my hubby too” he smiles, now his arms are around you picking you up and spinning you around “I love you so much baby, just let me think a proper propose and im gonna make our dream real”

❦IWAIZUMI was busy, being with a bunch of energetic players sometimes could be exhausting, he loved his job, but lately it was draining him. He was now in the dinner table trying to make some rehabilitations routines for the big boys he had to take care of. You loved hajime with all your heart and seeing him like that broke your heart “iwa, do you want something? You seem tired bub” he chuckles and brings his eyes up to you “I do not look tired, im actually tired hehe, but thanks doll, im okay” choosing to light up the mood a little, you went beside him, making you comfortable in his legs, giving him a deep and long kiss that he needed, one of his hand making his way to your waist while the other one was down your thigh, kissing back furiously “uhm, I think you need that hajime” you told him while moving out his dark locks of his face  “I indeed needed that, thank to my baby that always know what I want, do you want to stay here, please?” you answered whit a little nod hiding your face on his neck, his left hand resting in your thigh while his right one was writing down the routines “love you baby, thank you for all the support you give me” chuckling and closing your eyes, focusing on his breathing, you reply “I love you too hajime, thanks to you for sticking with me”

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"omg i can't believe this!" you exclaimed as you typed furiously on the keyboard.

"what are you doing bubs?" your boyfriend asks behind you making you jump in your seat though you didn't stray your eyes away from the screen.

"i just saw someone sell a photocard from my prio list," donghyuck's ears perked up. he knows about your obsession with collecting photocards and he didn't mind it at all. whatever makes you happy, that's what he always say. you collect photocards of your biases from other groups and he wouldn't bat an eye. but when it's from his group? oh there will be a problem.

he peers over your shoulder to look at your screen to see one of jeno's photocards selling for an unreasonable price. that amount of money? for a piece of paper? while you can literally just ask your boyfriend to ask his group mate to send the digital copy of the said picture. that's what he does with his photocards, since you also have a collection of his photocards, and he even sends exclusive selfies for your eyes only. but it's not the same as having that “piece of paper”.

"ok we might need to talk about this,,,, hobby,,,, of yours," after claiming your slot for the photocard, you turn to your boyfriend who is sitting down on his bed with his arms crossed.

"first of all, you are really collection jeno's photocards? out of all of my teammates, jeno? i would be more ok if it was renjun or winwin but jeno? second, i can literally ask jeno for that pic right now," you opened your mouth, ready to answer with the same lines that you always say but he beats you to it as he stands up and goes over the where your kpop stuff was sitting.

"and really, i am flattered that you have a binder dedicated to photocards of me but why waste money when you already have access to real deal?" he hands you the binder after flipping through the pages.

"hey, i look at these when we aren't together," you retort, waving the thick book in his face.

"i sent you tons of pictures of me already! most of which aren't visible to the public." he flairs his arms around, a habit he does when he tries to prove a point.

"i've started collecting these even before we started dating and i don't plan on stopping unless your company stops releasing photocards." his lips tugged into a knowing smirk making you wanna bite back what you just said.

"don't you dare lee donghyuck." you point a finger at him making him raise both his arms.

"i wasn't planning on anything!" you glared at him and he just chuckled. he grabs your wrists, pulling you close to him until your body is pressed against his chest.

"i know i'm just teasing, but on a serious note, stop spending an insane amount of money just for a photocard, ok?" he says against your ear. you nodded but you couldn't promise anything.

#៹࣪ 𓍢🥐𝅄 m. works #i literally was just scrolling through twt looking for haechan pcs and i got this idea #WHY IS HE SO EXPENSIVE ISTG #CAN I STOP BIASING THE ONES WITH THE MOST EXPENSIVE PHOTOCARDS???? #IM TRYING TO COLLECT MY HANDSOME MEN ON PAPER IN PEACE #nct dream #nct #haechan #lee haechan #donghyuck #lee donghyuck #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct haechan #nct donghyuck #nct 127

[nastybuckybarnes]

Deep End  -  Five

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Manipulation, Injuries, 

Word Count: 3.2K

A/n: here we are, folks. What if I ended it like this lol that would be kinda gangsta of me LMAO

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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You push open the front door with a heavy sigh, setting the paper grocery bags down on the counter then resting a hand on your growing belly.

There’s a tiny flutter under your hand and you can’t help yourself from smiling.

The smile vanishes, however, when a hand grabs at your shoulder and forces you to turn around.

“Where the Hell were you?” Steve’s angry voice demands.

You look up at him in shock and confusion, looking over at the groceries.

“I-I just went to the store.”

He shakes his head, grabbing your face with one hand and stepping closer. You take a step back with each one he takes towards you, and soon enough he’s got you pinned against the wall.

His grip on your face tightens and you wince, fear overwhelming your body, making your heart race.

“Bucky said he saw you talking to someone. A man. Who was he?”

You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes.

“H-He was just asking me about my pregnancy. When I'm due, if I know what I’m having.”

It’s nothing but the truth.

“I give you freedom and this is what you do? You go and flirt with other guys? You’re my property. Don’t forget that.”

Your tears fall down your cheeks and into his hand, but he doesn't let go. Even as your chest heaves and sobs bubble out of you, he stays glaring at you.

“Please, Steve, stop. Y-You’re hurting me!”

His jaw flexes and he slowly lets go, only to cage you against the wall, slamming his fist against it in the process.  

Your heart hammers in your chest, terror gripping you and freezing you in place as you remember what he did to Nat and her baby.

“I-I came home, didn’t I? I could’ve asked for help! Could’ve said something, but I didn’t. I’m here, again, even though I could’ve run away. I’m here. You have me! You have me.”

You slide down the wall, knees drawn up to your chest as you sob, the reality of your words and the fear doing a number on your emotions.

Steve’s anger slowly melts away, replaced with concern as he sees nothing but terror on your face.

“I-I didn’t mean to yell, honey. It’s okay, shh, come here.”

You don’t fight him as he pulls you into his arms and brings you upstairs into your bedroom, sitting you gently on the bed and pushing your hair away from your face.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, sweetheart I just... You gotta understand how nervous it makes me when you leave the house like that.”

You sniffle then slowly look up at him, your eyes bloodshot and tear-filled.

“Then why give me the freedom to leave?”

Your voice cracks and it makes his heart hurt.

“I... I want to trust you. That’s why.”

You take a few deep breaths, your eyes focused on your trembling hands as your heart starts to slow back to its normal rhythm.

“Ever since that night when Nat and Buck came over you’ve... you’ve been off. I’m worried about you, honey. I just wanna make sure that everything’s okay.”

He wants to know what Nat told you. What she said to have you acting like this.

Your eyes meet his, wet and full of fear as you whisper three words.

“Is it true?”

He has an idea what you’re referring to, and his heart picks up speed.

“Did...did you do it?”

He swallows hard and avoids your eyes, but that’s answer enough.

Some strange mixture of a gasp and a sob bubbles out of you, and you bring your hands up to cover your face as your shoulders start shaking again.

“I didn’t... I guess I did.” You sniffle and look up at him through your tears.

“If you want me to trust you... if you ever want any hope at having some semblance of normalcy, you’re gonna need to elaborate. I’m trying to play your little game but I just... I’m scared you’re gonna kill my baby too. That you’re gonna hurt Sarah.”

He shakes his head immediately, grabbing your hands and holding them softly in his.

“I would never hurt Sarah, or our new baby, okay? Natasha... she was becoming a liability. That being said, I didn’t go into it with the intention of hurting her baby but... I knew it could be a consequence.”

You wait for him to continue, your heart pounding loudly in your ears.

“When you burned the book... that wasn’t the only copy. Fury made sure there was at least one more, in case we ever needed it. Had his own group working on it, creating a new version of it. Natasha became a test subject long before I met you. Before I... took you.”

He drops his eyes and huffs out a sigh.

“We didn’t need to wipe her memory, we just... needed a way to make her more complacent. To make her realize that she can’t go off on her own and keep secrets like that. Especially when they involve you.”

Your chest heaves as you glare at him, your anger growing by the second.

“Did you kill her baby?”

The words are harsh like the crack of a whip, and he has to stop himself from flinching.

“It wasn’t my intention... but it was worth it.”

You choke on another sob, yanking your hands out of his grip.

“I didn’t know what the tea would do to her baby. It was just a mild sedative so we could get her to the facility and do the procedure. Get her to tell us where you were, where Sarah was. But then she... she started bleeding. I didn’t... I thought maybe it was just a side effect but then the doctors told us... (Y/n), you’ve gotta believe me. You need to know that I didn’t mean to...” he trails off and shakes his head, thinking about the niece or nephew that he could’ve had.

The son or daughter that he stripped Bucky of. The pain he inflicted upon Natasha. But he has you, so in the end, it was worth it.

You slowly look up at him, shaking your head.

“Why? You’ve done nothing but lie to me and hurt me. Why should I believe a word you’re saying?”

He swallows hard, reaching for your hand again only for you to yank it away once more.

“You want the truth? Fine. You’re not the first person that we’ve... taken. And I doubt you’ll be the last. Bucky... he had someone. Someone to help him control the soldier. But she turned out to be worse than him. We had to terminate her because she became a liability.”

He looks down at his hands, remembering how innocent she seemed. And then she snapped. Tried killing Nat and Bucky. Turned the redhead against them until Fury stepped in.

“Nat didn’t... agree with what we did. So we changed her mind.”

Your brows draw together in confusion.

He can’t mean... can he?

As if sensing your confusion, he elaborates.

“We didn’t do exactly the same procedure. But it... its function was the same. We needed her to forget certain things. To be our friend again while still remembering other things about the situation. And it worked. All I wanted to do this time was open her up to us again. Tell me where you and Sarah were. I never meant to hurt her baby.”

You shake your head furiously, tears dripping down your cheeks. “You’re a murderer. A disgusting monster. I hate you.” Your words are venomous and acidic, and Steve almost flinches at them, shaking his head.

“That’s not true, (Y/n). I love you.”

You laugh, the sound manic and for a moment Steve’s concerned.

“This isn’t love, Steve, this is obsession! It’s unhealthy! You’ve got me trapped here against my will! Y-You’ve hurt me and raped me and now I’m supposed to pretend everything’s okay? I’m supposed to play the good little housewife while you go around kidnapping and killing women? Killing other people’s children?! No!”

You stand up and try to move past him but he grabs hold of your forearm, rising to his feet with you.

“You’re not going anywhere.” His eyes are fiery as he glares at you, but you’re not nearly as afraid as you once were. No. You’re just angry.

You glare at him, rage burning through your body as you yank free from his grip and walk out of the room.

“You leave this house and I won’t hesitate to drag your ass right back!” He shouts.

But you don’t plan on leaving.

Oh no.

Why does he deserve his happy ending so much more than everyone else?

You turn to face him once you reach the top of the stairs, your heart in your throat at what you’re about to do. The damage it could cause.

At least it’ll get your point across.

“Why do you deserve a baby so much more than Natasha?” He furrows his brows, trying to figure out what your next move is going to be.

“I’ve given my life over and over for this stupid pathetic world. I’ve sacrificed my happiness time and time again. Do I not deserve something good?”

You take a deep breath and shrug.

“Maybe you do. But not like this.”

With that, you turn around and let yourself fall down the stairs.

Steve tries to grab you, he really does, but he’s just not fast enough.

He watches you fall, tumble down the stairs then lay still at the bottom, and for a moment all he can do is stare.

Memories fill his mind. Of you falling down the stairs. Then bleeding. So much blood. And your baby... gone.

He nearly falls down the stairs himself in his haste to get to you, two fingers pressing first to your pulse, then his hand is pressed against your belly, trying desperately to feel for the fluttering kicks you told him about.

It takes a minute, maybe two, and then he feels a small press against his hand.

He lets out a breath of relief then grabs his phone, calling the doctor.

~*~

When the doctor assures him that both you and the baby are okay, he’s relieved. But that only lasts for a moment before anger takes hold, powerful and persistent.

You can feel the anger rolling off of him when you wake up, and for a moment you’re afraid.

But hopefully, you got your point across.

He doesn’t deserve another baby. Not if that’s what he wants. He’s a terrible human being. And bringing a baby into the world with him as the father should be a crime.

“Where’s Sarah?” You ask, hoping to keep him as calm as possible.

“She’s having a sleepover with Morgan over at Tony and Pepper’s.”

You nod, your stomach dropping as you realize you’re alone in the house with him and he’s beyond pissed off.

Your mind races back to all the times he’s punished you in the past, and you almost throw up with the anxiety coursing through your veins.

“You ever do anything like that again and I swear I’ll make you regret it. I won’t kill you, no. My baby needs his mommy, but I’ll make you hurt. You’re lucky I’m not doing anything to you now.”

You swallow hard and look away from him in disgust, only for him to grab your jaw and force you to look at him.

“You need to stop acting out like this. I told you what happened to the last asset who became a liability. Fury shot her point-blank. A clean shot between her pretty eyes. Then he left her to bleed out on the bedroom floor while he fixed Nat’s memory. S’why she’s even still here and with Bucky. If she remembered what he did to that poor girl... she’d have killed him herself by now. But he needs to outlet to keep the soldier at bay. And he deserves her. Deserves some happiness in his fucked up life.”

You shake your head, disagreeing strongly with every word he’s spoken.

They're monsters. Natasha less so. A victim, like you, maybe. But the two soldiers? Monsters. Monsters who don’t deserve any happiness. They deserve nothing but a slow painful death and an eternity in the fiery pits of Hell.

“I told you, (Y/n), I didn’t mean to hurt her baby. If I’d wanted to, I’d be rubbing it in her face more. Showing off your pregnancy more. And if you think I’m gonna hurt our baby, you’re wrong. I would never hurt my babies. It kills me that you think I’d ever do something like that.”

“Can you blame me? You’ve already killed at least one baby.”

A muscle in his jaw ticks and you regret your words.

“You know what? I think you really need a reminder of your place, sweetheart. You’re mine. Maybe not my wife, yet, but soon enough. Until then, you need to know that you belong to me.”

His grip on your face is painful, but you don’t make a single sound.

No, he’s not going to win.

He doesn’t want to hurt the baby or cause unnecessary strain, so he can’t have you on your stomach like he usually would.

So he makes the most of you lying on your back.

He grabs your wrists and binds them above your head, hooking them to the ring on the headboard despite your struggles.

“Steve, no! Please! I-I... Don’t hurt me, please!”

He cocks his head to the side, watching you wriggle and strain.

“You’re mine, (Y/n). You belong to me. There’s no one in this entire world who’ll help you. You’re my property. It’s time you realized that.”

A sick smile spreads across his face as he remembers what made you obedient last time.

“You know, I think I know exactly what you need.”

He climbs off the bed and drops to his knees, rooting under it until he finds his special black box.

You wriggle away furiously, trying to break free before he can hurt you, but deep down you know it’s all for not.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he sits back down on the bed, worming his way between your thighs and flipping your dress up over your extended stomach.

“Please don't,” you whimper uselessly.

He strokes your inner thighs gently, then leans down to spit on your centre.

You flinch away, tears leaking from your eyes as you realize what he’s going to do.

“Please don’t,” you repeat, only to be silenced by him pushing something far too big inside of you.

You cry out, your back arching and sending shoots of pain up to your scalp. The added weight of your baby makes everything ten times more painful, and you can't stop yourself from sobbing as he forces every last inch of the thick dildo into your unprepared cunt.

It burns. Fire spreads from between your legs up your spine and the tears don’t stop.

“Stop! Please! I’ll be good!” He knows you won’t. Or, he just doesn't believe you. You want the pain to stop but you’re not actually willing to change your behaviour for it. Not yet. But you will.

When the dildo is finally fully inside you, he climbs off the bed and shoves the box back underneath it. He adjusts his pants then walks to the door, pausing to look at your trembling figure on the bed.

Your shoulders shake with sobs, and he feels pride swell inside of him.

Good. Now you’ll finally learn.

“You’re gonna stay here until you learn your place. I don’t care how long it takes. When you’re ready to apologize and be a good girl, then we’ll talk. But until then...” He shuts off the light and pulls the door closed behind him, leaving you alone, in pain, and in the dark.

Memories of the last time this happened stab at your brain, and you quickly start hyperventilating.

What’s worse than that, though, is the tiny voice in your head telling you to get off your back. That it’s not good for the baby if you stay like this.

But no matter how much you scream or cry for him, Steve doesn’t come to the door once.

~*~

He leaves you there for hours, or maybe days. It’s so hard to tell.

The room is soundproof, so no one can hear your cries and you can’t hear anything outside.

Even if people could hear you, it doesn’t really matter now.

You’ve been on your back for so long that you’re starting to get dizzy.

During your first pregnancy, you learned only that it’s bad for the baby to sleep on your back. You didn’t think you’d be feeling the effects of it, too.

But here you are, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, mind spinning and lungs struggling to pull in enough air to satisfy you.

It must’ve been several hours ago that Steve left if you’re feeling such strong effects of it. You’re not sure what the technical term is, but you know that you probably don’t have much time left. Your baby has even less.

Your heart aches. Each beat makes sadness bloom in your soul and you can’t stop it.

New tears fall down your cheeks, and all you want is to reach down and caress your belly, apologize to the life growing inside of you.

Apologize for hurting them, for who their father is. For the life you’re bringing them into.

Nobody deserves that.

But now... now you might not have to worry.

Every passing second sends the walls around you spinning faster and faster and faster until all you can do is let your eyes fall closed.

Sleeping will probably make it better anyway, right?

As the darkness creeps up, seeps into your limbs and chases the pain away, you pray.

You’ve never really prayed much before, but you do today.

You send a prayer to any and all Gods, the old ones and the new, and you ask for forgiveness.

You pray for the safety of your unborn child, and for that of Sarah.

A deep part of your brain knows that you may never open your eyes, and you want your daughter to know that you love her. That she means the world to you and you’ll do all that you can to protect her.

Thinking about Sarah brings a wave of strength seemingly out of nowhere, and for a moment you wonder if the Gods heard you. If this is them sending their aid.

You take a few deep breaths, building up as much strength as you can, and try your luck one last time.

“I’m sorry.”

Your voice isn’t nearly as loud as it should be, and the room is so thickly padded that there’s no way he can hear you.

Hopelessness floods your body and you fall into it.

Your sorrow distracts you from the darkness until it takes hold of you and pulls you down, away from the world of pain that you’ve been trapped in.

And you feel peace.

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