#snogging in the dirt

[starstruckmoony]

electric touch.

masterlist

pairing - theodore nott x reader

summary - a cute guy stumbles into the coffee shop you work at and it alters your brain chemistry.

trope/tags - coffee shop!au, modern!au, college!au, muggle!au, out of pocket headcanons

word count - 6.5k

warnings - language, smoking, mentions of sex, light smut-ish (not really)

"get a job at a coffee shop", they said.

"i'll be fun", they said.

bollocks.

working at a café as busy as the three broomsticks certainly had its perks, if you could say so yourself, but it definitely had some godawful cons in the bunch and was terribly annoying in itself. the shop was located in one of the most bustling parts of london, not very far away from a university campus, which meant that one could easily make out the atmosphere inside of it without having to step through the door. it was always filled to the brim with students who all relied on caffeine for survival, many of which you would usually avoid even glancing at during lessons. so between your utterly unendurable acquaintances, occasional out-of-control children, and middle-aged ladies who criticized your every move and complained about their lattes being zero point four degrees too hot, you weren't sure which one irked you more.

your job was barely tolerable, but it wasn't like you had many other options laid out in the first place. you needed the money and you swore to do whatever it takes to pay for your tuition and heaps of other costs that came in the package with it. you went into it with very little enthusiasm, but nevertheless settled for working as a barista, as much as you were dreading the thought of it.

your shift started of normally that day. you were busy serving one of your least favorite friendly customers in world, draco bloody malfoy, and fighting a tempting urge to dunk the drink in your hand all over him. the two of you went way back, there was lots of resentment, some unresolved negative feelings and grudges about situations you could barely remember clearly. primary school, the darkest years of your lives. neither of you bothered much to fix your shitshow of a relationship. you were schoolmates who were sort of friends who didn't like each other very much. he was nice to you when he didn't have a stick up his arse, but he always had stick up his arse. pansy (who was also your coworker) declared you frenemies, and she was sort of onto something.

despite all that dirt, finding him in the shop wasn't an unusual occurrence, and you never got used to his annoying presence or the way your skin literally crawled just seeing him walk through the door. although, you had to admit that you were pretty grateful when he brought his hot beautiful handsome please snog me sir friend with him for some coffee that faithful friday.

"good morning." draco greeted his friend absentmindedly and gave him a short-lived glance before continuing the deadly staredown you two were having. keeping things professional with that little arsehole was a tough challenge. pansy nudged you behind the counter, and then very subtly motioned over to the handsome bloke next your nemesis when you finally gave her some attention.

"did you not order for me?" the guy questioned in disappointment, seeing that only a single cup of coffee was sitting on the counter. one good look at him was all it took for you to realise why pansy was so eager to get you to heed her observations. you sucked in a breath, focus.

"no? do i look like a maid to you?" draco spat, taking a loud, annoying slurp of his freshly-made cappuccino. he scowled in disgust, making your eyes roll backwards into your brain. the man always managed to find something wrong with his order. this time, the stupid drink of his didn't have enough sweetener. his friend coughed to cover up a chuckle.

"i will be filing a complaint." he declared, sitting back and crossing his arms.

"shove it up your arse, hm?" you offered him the fakest, most poisonous smile you could muster, turning to his attractive friend who's order you had to take. he gave draco a rather aggressive shove before he was able to open his mouth again, and then smiled at you sympathetically.

"i admire your patience." he was speaking to you, but even the most oblivious of people would realise that he took a subtle jab at draco. he looked a bit offended, "what the fuck, theo?" just like that, you got his name without even having to ask for it. today must have been your lucky day.

"tell me about it. if throwing drinks into people's faces wasn't listed as strictly forbidden in my job description, i'd be thriving." you responded without thinking, regretting it the moment you spoke. you could only hope that he would take your awful joke well because receiving a judgemental stare and no response at all was the last thing you'd have asked for that morning. but your thoughtlessness did pull something that sounded like a laugh out of theo, and he appeared to be pretty satisfied.

you suddenly felt hot. a handsome guy just laughed at your joke made at his best friend's expense? it made your heart flutter a little bit, kind of like everything else about him. you sighed inwardly, it was totally unfair that somebody as insufferable as draco got his eyes blessed by that man's presence every day.

"am i allowed to order or will you threaten to throw coffee in my face, too?" theo snapped you back to reality. you heard pansy snicker at your awkward stance before she continued talking to draco who got bored of tolerating your abuses and resorted to flirting with her instead. the pretty boy bit back a laugh once he noticed the way your cheeks turned pink. you wished for the earth to swallow you whole.

"yes, of course! sorry, uh, what would you like?" you put on a professional smile, yet you felt like he saw right through you. he was doing things to you by just simply being there. you already knew pansy was going to have a jolly good time teasing you about this.

"uh," his eyes trailed over to the menu on the wall. he looked completely and utterly clueless, but after a moment of silence, he made up his mind, "one black coffee..." he responded a bit uncertainly, as if he was afraid that you were gonna judge his choice of beverage.

"see why i don't order for you?" draco threw a crumpled up receipt into theo's face. you wondered how he managed to be so unphased by it.

"one black coffee?" you queried just to confirm his order, pretending not to notice pansy who's mischievous eyes were set on you. that, and the constant comments she was making about how cute you and theo would look together. you were surprised when draco didn't disagree like the snobby little hipster he was and then call her batshit crazy. maybe magic was real.

"yes." theo cleared his throat, slumping down onto a barstool three seats away from draco. next level damage control. when he found a smoking allowed sign on the wall, he immediately lit a cigarette.

"oh, thank god." you mumbled in relief. theo stared you in amusement, with a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. if you hadn't met in the middle of a crowded café, you would have kissed him then there. these days, people tend to forget that plain coffee is, in fact, a thing. that in itself isn't so bad, no, but it's pretty horrible for a coffee shop worker who has to balance time spent on making a drink while also satisfying everybody else at the tables. maintaining your sanity was another thing you had to dedicate yourself to, especially with having draco coming in every day.

you quickly got to work, hyperfocusing on the task at hand for the first time in a while - all that in a poor attempt to ignore the way that blush kept creeping up your cheeks. that wasn't the first time you had laid your eyes on a handsome guy at work. many good looking blokes had set their foot into the café, but you rarely ever let it get to you. they would come and go, simple as that. but there was something about the way theo was looking at you that made you feel unbearably giddy, and you were having a hard time keeping your thoughts from going places.

you were too busy preparing his coffee and trying to remain calm to see the way he shyly kept stealing glances at you. he was enthralled, to say the least, and he could not fathom the fact that you were that person draco always complained about. it was impossible. not only did you make him laugh literally ten seconds after he spoke to you for the first time, but your strange relationship with his friend was quite intriguing. and pretty hilarious, if he could say so himself. something was pushing him to find out more about you. he could not keep his eyes off of you, and he was deeply regretting all those times he shut draco down when he suggested they got coffee together. he'd even offer to pay each time, which theo only found more off-putting. the concept of being so nice and inviting was usually unfamiliar to the blonde, but theo eventually guessed that he had his own reasons and motivations for showing up everyday.

you whipped up his coffee in no time, shooting pansy with a death glare because of the way she wiggled her eyebrows at you. you placed the cup in front of him and were thankfully spared of any additional awkwardness when theo grabbed the drink and took a sip. you watched him with burning anticipation in your eyes as he blinked in confusion, "what the fuck are you complaining for?" he turned to a scowling draco who was making sure that everybody knew that he was rather discontented by the way his cappucino was made.

"i have tastebuds." he explained, shooting theo with an aggravated glare. pansy covered her mouth to silence a laugh.

"are they dead?" theo deadpanned.

"are they dead?" draco mocked, and then began sulking like a little child when pansy had to take the order of another customer. 

theo turned to you again, "ignore him," he offered you a comforting smile, "this is the best coffee i've had in a while." he took another large sip of the hot drink. a satisfied smirk appeared on your face. draco flipped you both off. 

"it's probably the beans," you trailed off, "although, brewing it does require some talent." it was true. pansy herself admitted that you made better coffee than her, multiple times, but that was probably because she proudly half-assed all of her work knowing that it won't cost her much. it helped you out tremendously when you had nothing else to brag about.

thoughtlessly, you continued speaking to theo, completely forgetting that your shift had not yet come to an end, and that you had well over two hours of work left. theo possessed the power to snap you back to reality, but was even more skillfull at pulling you out of it. your mind fully dismissed where you were. you learned a few things about him; he lived with draco, enzo and mattheo, who you got to meet after blaise and pansy dragged you to a random nightclub not so long ago. he had a persian cat who he named 'cat' because he wasn't creative enough to come up with anything that hit the spot and lorenzo made a pledge to make fun of him for it till the day they both die. he liked black coffee only, and no it was not a metaphore for the colour of his soul or some out of pocket bullshit that you heard way too often for comfort, he was just that basic. insane too, as he didn't put any sugar in it. you missed the basic, though, and it was a nice breather from all the ridiculousness you had to deal with on a day to day basis. he also happened to have seen your favourite movie, and that opened the door to about ten other conversation topics that you could go on about for hours upon hours. you were so immersed in the discussion that neither of you realised draco left, with pansy's number (which he finally acquired after three months of asking for it) written down somewhere in his notebook.

the sound of a stranger's throat clearing stopped you mid sentence, and you were rudely reminded that you were still at work, with lots of drinks to prepare, and many more customers to serve. curse them, whoever they were. they were practically forcing you to get theo's contact information, which would have been totally fine if it wasn't for the thought of rejection that was tearing your insides up into pieces.

you and theo offered some empty words of apology to the older man who pulled you out of your own little world and returned you to the misery that was present day. you sighed, exchanging a longing glance with the boy in front of you as if you hadn't just talked to him casually for twenty whole mintues, all while the line was gradually growing. not to mention that you both had places to be.

"here," theodore stuffed a hand into the pocket of his coat, pulling out what looked like twenty quid and sliding in front of you. you opened the cash register to fish out the amount of money you were supposed to give back to him, but he shook his head. there was no way in hell he was leaving that big of a tip. or maybe he was. you not only spent almost half an hour making his day better, but he liked your coffee so much you had to make him three, one being on the house.

you let out a laugh of surprise at the serious expression on his face, silently wishing for him to walk out and retrieve the money like any sane person would. at that point, just simply being graced by his presence was more than enough. you didn't even want the damn tip. your thoughts caused an onset of panic to flow through you. you weren't thinking straight at all.

"thank you." you spoke finally, contemplating whether you should ask him for his number or not. pansy's look of anticipation seemed to be heading in the exact direction you were most terrified of. thank god theo was being a wuss too.

"i'll see you around." he smiled as he made his way over to the exit, and you nodded enthusiastically, giving him a small wave as he stepped through the door and out into the streets.

you sighed when he finally disappeared out of your line of sight, failing to notice the way a few of the customers waiting in line were holding back their giggles after having witnessed the whole commotion. you weren't sure if you wanted to fly around like happy little fairy or burst into a million pieces and disappear off the face of the earth, but you knew that you were very spontaneously falling for theo and there was no going back.

***

a few weeks had gone by since theodore first came into the three broomsticks. and many things changed, one being that you began looking forward to coming into that hellhole which was a 'goal' rotting away somewhere in the far bottom of your bucket list. you'd never been more happy having to wake up at seven in the bloody morning to grind coffee beans and serve annoying londoners. it was laughable how you jumped from hating your job to getting excited by the thought of showing up to work. life was indeed full of surprises.

theo made sure to come in every morning (or afternoon, depending when you had your shift), and would always stay much longer than he intended, or so he told himself. he was awful at balancing university and personal life, but he was willing to make some sacrifices for you, even if it meant that he had to endure some never-ending teasing from his friends. blaise came in from time to time to enjoy the show live, mattheo called him a softie, enzo thought the whole thing was too hilarious to be real, and draco was giving him the cold shoulder (lovingly).

"oi!" pansy nudged you with her elbow. you were just about to brush her off as you were busy with the ice dispenser, but when she motioned with her head towards the door, your breath hitched.

theodore stepped through the entrance, and he somehow looked even prettier than he was when you saw him yesterday. you swiftly whipped up the order that you were working on and bid the customer goodbye when they confirmed that their to-go macchiato was perfectly made.

he smiled at you as he took a seat at his usual spot, and you grinned back in response before returning to work. it was awfully difficult not to lose focus when he was sitting there looking like a god sent gift, and you were getting frustrated with yourself. you could see pansy smirking at you in the corner of your eye, and you groaned quietly as you began working on another drink.

you were starting to get very impatient while you were busy with the other customers, but after making several cappuccinos and dealing with an angry man who's twelve espresso shot latte was too bitter, you finally got to speak to theo.

"hello." a greeting. a bloody greeting was all it took to make you blush furiously. you mentally applauded yourself with some heavy sarcasm. you were doing a great job at not being obvious.

"hi." you responded breathlessly, making him chuckle at your rather dishevelled state. pansy was having a very difficult time trying to stifle her laughter, but she remained professional and continued helping her costumer.

"so, i've been thinking...today." he cleared his throat, wiping the sweat on his palms on his black jeans.

"okay," you chuckled, "i'm listening." you tilted your head to the side slightly, curious to see what he had to offer. you hoped it's what you thought it was, but you didn't want to get excited too early. for all you know, he could be asking you for a favour or help to sort him a working spot at the café itself.

"right," he looked a bit uncertain. he gulped, hesitating before letting his words form decently, "my roommates are having a movie night and i'm not exactly sure what they have in mind, but that's besides the point," he rambled, letting out a displeased huff. something was definitely wrong with him today. when he went over this with mattheo, it seemed incredibly easy, but now that he was going through with it, he felt as if his downfall was inevitable, "i was wondering if you wanted to join us." he forced a smile, the internal prayer of please say yes was becoming so loud his thoughts became clouded. it's not like he couldn't handle rejection. frankly, he was fairly good at it and rarely ever let it touch his ego, but not in situations like these. not when he was actually falling in love and able to picture his life with somebody.

you weren't sure if it was possible for your cheeks to get any more red than they already were, but you quickly learned the harsh truth when you heard draco snort rather loudly.

you weren't that shocked by theo's suggestion, no, but it seemed to good to be true. so good that you had to pinch your arm behind the counter where he couldn't see it to make sure you weren't dreaming. he silently panicked for a moment, but when he saw the lovestruck expression on your face, he turned red himself. he sort of bid farewell to his intimidating, mysterious persona the moment he first met you, too enthralled to try and keep it up, and this was barely what was left of it. it was long gone. draco wished he had brought a camera with him.

"of course, i'd love to." you responded, without a sign of doubt in your voice. he smiled, breathing out a sigh of relief. he scrunched his face thinking how desperate he must've looked, but nevertheless continued the conversation. the speed with which you accepted his offer made him feel a strong surge of confidence, "when does your shift end?" he questioned as you began preparing his coffee.

"seven, remus is letting us off an hour earlier tonight. he said he had somewhere to be." you looked over at pansy who was giving you a not very subtle thumbs up. you rolled your eyes at her with a stupid grin on your face.

theo felt on top of the world. his eyes never left you, he watched you work, and only got snapped back to reality when pansy addressed him and asked him to close his mouth before he starts drooling all over the counter. he blushed profusely, and you tried not to laugh at him, but failed miserabley when you turned around and handed him his drink.

he groaned and covered his face with his hands, having no other option but to laugh along with you. "you should've seen her face when you came in," pansy winked at you with a mischievous smirk. you kicked her from behind the counter for that comment, and she blew a kiss your way before handing draco his coffee, "you know, nott," she started, pretending like she was thinking about what to say next, you should put that mouth of yours to use soon so she finally shuts up about–" you scrambled to cover her mouth before she could finish that.

"how's your coffee?" you changed the subject, turning to him innocently.

"perfect." he gave you a brief nod, not daring to spare draco or your friend another glance. you yanked your own hand away when pansy licked it, muttering a few curse words as you reached over to the sink to wash her spit off.

you turned to theo with an apologetic smile, making a mental note to murder pansy after your shift, and the two of you held eye contact for what felt like a goddamn hour to all the people impatiently waiting to get served. you simply could not get enough of those beautiful green eyes. they were so, very distracting.

"can you two eye-fuck after i get my overpriced tea?" lorenzo decided to make a surprise (dramatic) appearance. fair point he had there. you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly, and theo only rolled his eyes, wordlessly reaching for a cigarette. that was his one way of dealing with lorenzo.

"are you gonna bring your entire friend group in here or what?" pansy exclaimed in disbelief, thinking she would spot mattheo sitting at a table somewhere in the corner.

"i'm not bringing them here, they're following me around like annoying fucking flies." draco jumped to defend himself. the poor guy was never able to escape the countless of false accusations thrown his way. you were loving every bit of it.

"that should tell you something." lorenzo sat himself next to draco. "huh?"

"you smell." he purposefully leaned in too close for comfort, successfully avoiding the harsh shove the blonde was preparing to give him.

"what the fuck, are you five?" draco stared at him with obvious judgement. theo shortly glanced at the pair, and then shifted his full attention back to you. as funny as watching them bicker was, he found you a lot more captivating. and besides, his day was going quite alright (minus pansy's comment about him drooling all over the counter), so he wasn't looking to ruin it by getting involved in playfighting with his idiot friends.

the boys took about an hour to leave, and when they did, they made sure to let you know that theo was going to make you very happy, emphasis on the what's in his pants part. well, lorenzo did, at least, draco wished to leave the moment his friend opened his mouth and started listing all of the reasons why one should date theodore nott.

"and also, he will very much– hey, i'm not done!" theo ignored lorenzo's protests, and proceeded to push him towards the exit with draco on their tail. they all waved you goodbye, although enzo did it quite reluctantly, he wasn't ready to leave yet. theo offered you one last smile before stepping out the door, and you mouthed a quick goodbye, your face redder than ever.

"do you think he's good in bed?" pansy suddenly quipped while she was cleaning up the coffee spilled around the espresso machine. "who?" you shot her with a perplexed glare. you were not about to have this conversation with her.

"draco." she said it as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

"good god," you mumbled to yourself. at least she wasn't trying to get you to talk about theodore, "i don't know and i don't want to know."

"hm," she stared at nothing while she spoke, "i wonder if that's how he gets all his anger out." she said thoughtfully before shrugging it off like she didn't just make you picture the most atrocious thing known to man. you never wished for theo to be there more so he could save you from whatever grotesque form of nightmare that was, and you certainly hoped that pansy wasn't going to attempt to test out her little theory tonight, as draco had invited her over in the meantime, too.

***

patienece was something you heavily managed to work on while working at three broomsticks, and you could say that you had successfully mastered the art of it in your four months spent there. you could also say that meeting theo was the biggest fuck you to all of the progress you had made.

the remaining two hours of your shift ended up turning into what felt like an eternity of torture. pansy had to keep a careful eye on you, a bit mortified that you might just strike an innocent customer. if looks could kill, yours definitely would. you best believe she told draco about that.

it wasn't all so sullen, though. your misery did not last forever. at last, the clock struck seven. but there was one thing you did not consider when you thoughtlessly agreed to show up at theo's place at eight, and that was that you'd have a little over thirty minutes to make yourself look presentable. the moment your shift ended, you sprinted to the staff room to collect your things, gave pansy a clumsy hug, and left the shop light speed.

you always felt incredibly lucky that your dormitory facility was very close to your workplace, but today that feeling was extraordinarily more intense. you made it there in less than five minutes, cursing the out of order elevator and swiftly climbing up the stairs to third floor where you were situated.

you burst through the door, out of breath, immediately ridding of your clothes and disappearing inside your tiny bathroom. you couldn't recall the last time you took a shower so quickly. not even ten minutes later, you were back inside of your room, rummaging through your dresser in search of something cute to wear. it was rather sad that you just then noticed that hermione, your trusted roommate, was not there. she stuck a post it note to her headboard, explaining that ron's parents invited her over for dinner and that she'll be spending the night at his place. just when you needed her, she wasn't there.

"fuck." you cursed, continuing to ransack the drawers of your small commode. trousers were out the window. the best pair you owned was in the wash, the other three were an immediate no. you weren't sure what the dress code for a movie night was, exactly, but wearing your over-the-top fake leather trousers did seem like a bit much. maybe that should have been your sign to get some new ones.

you yanked the bottom drawer open and managed to dig up some clean socks and a large jumper (one that you weren't even certain was yours), and when you couldn't find your favourite sweatpants, you snatched a pair of jeans from hermione's closet. you could only hope that they would keep you comfortable for however long that little movie marathon was going to last.

you shuffled the clothes on, you didn't have enough time to try on anything else, and quickly did your make up just so you looked a bit more presentable. bless pansy and her patience when she was helping you step up your eyeliner game. you took a few improvised mirror selfies to send to her, emotional support and all that, grabbed your coat, slid your old low docs on, and bolted out the door.

it had begun to get dark before you even stepped outside, and with the sun disappearing behind the horizon, it got colder, too. you were very happy that the boys' flat wasn't located too far away from your dormitories, and you could make it there in about ten minutes if you tried hard enough. good thing you knew the address, as you had the displeasure of having to visit draco a couple of times when you got assigned to work on a project together. he always made sure that his friends were out whenever you showed up there. you were hoping that your experience would be a little better this time, but you didn't worry much. you were going there for theo, so how bad could that really go?

you didn't even want to think of it as you stepped in front of the entrance of their flat, and pressed your finger to the doorbell to alert them that you'd made it. mattheo opened the door for you and grinned like an idiot, very obviously trying his hardest to fight away his inner demons that were pushing him to crack some stupid joke on your and theo's account.

"do not." you threatened, and he raised his hands up in defeat, moving out of the way and letting you walk through the door. he waited for you to kick your shoes off, and then politely led you further inside, no unnecessary comments made.

you didn't expect the boys to make it all look so comfortable, but you had to admit that you had underestimated them. they brought out some extra pillows so that whoever sits on the floor doesn't leave with sore buttocks, fluffy blankets with star wars patterns, an old beanbag, lots of different food to choose from, and a crate of beer shoved under the table. huh, you could definitely see yourself enjoying that.

draco, unsurprisingly, didn't say hello when you stepped into the living room, but lorenzo offered you a different kind of greating.

"theo, your girlfriend's here!" he announced, loud enough for the neighbours on the fifth floor to hear.

"piss off, enzo!" theo yelled from what you assumed was his bedroom, and then stepped out a few seconds later, flipping lorenzo off when he wiggled his eyebrows. what a child. he grabbed a hold of theo's wrist and kissed the offending finger.

"good evening to you too." you gave him a pointed look, letting out a noise of surprise when theo took a gentle hold of your hand and led you to the couch. he mumbled something along the lines of, "you look pretty", and you offered him a smile in response, not willing to attract any more attention. draco had already claimed the spot sofa, explaining that he and nobody else is allowed there, so the two of you settled on the floor without a fight, sitting so close your shoulders were touching.

pansy showed up not very long after you, and lorenzo was more than happy to have the long awaited movie marathon finally start. it didn't go down without bickering, obviously, and after twenty excruciating minutes of arguing if you should watch notting hill, poltergeist or fight club, pansy grabbed the remote and put on 10 things i hate about you. nobody really complained.

you and theo managed to avoid the hand accidentally touches hand part of sharing a bowl of popcorn, but then your legs somehow tangled under the blankets and neither of you bothered to move or apologise.

in the meantime, lorenzo shifted from his chair to the beanbag mattheo was in, and had the other cuddle him against his own will. not like he actually minded. it was a miracle that thing was big enough, one wrong move and they'd both be on the floor along with their bags of funny-flavoured crisps.

the beloved rom-com felt like it came to an end sooner than it started, and you were all already arguing on what to watch next. mattheo took the advantage to grab the remote when draco reached over to hit lorenzo, and clicked on dirty dancing without asking for a second opinion. two romance movies in a row. somebody was out to get you. draco groaned in protest, but pansy gave him a kick to shut him up. yes, he let her sit on the couch with him, but her, and her only.

halfway through, you felt theo shift next to you, and not long after, he threw an arm around your shoulders, nervously holding you before relaxing when you didn't move away. you smiled to yourself and shuffled closer, the warmth radiating from his body was addicting. you could get used to it. the thought of pulling away seemed ludicrously dreadful and the concept of time became unfamiliar.

you only realised how long you had been squashed together when it hit you that the second movie was coming to an end, too. there were barely twenty minutes left, and you felt your eyes beginning to flutter shut. not because you were bored, you were just simply exhausted. theo quickly noticed, and he let you lay your head on his shoulder, but falling asleep was the last thing you wanted to do.

"god, i could really use a coffee right now." you groaned and you rubbed at your eyes, covering your mouth as you yawned. you needed a little something to keep you awake, and your trusted caffeine would surely do the job.

"come on, i'll make you some." theo stood, helping you up and not letting go of your hand as you made your way towards the kitchen. mattheo questioned where you were going, and nodded skeptically after receiving a short response. the other three didn't care, either too immersed into the movie or occupied with other things.

you took a seat on the counter next to theo where he opened the cupboards, his eyes searching for whichever form of caffeine they had left in there. he pulled out a half empty jar of instant coffee, and looked at you unsurely, unknowing whether you'd want to drink it or not.

"just make me whatever, it's fine." you waved a dismissive hand, and he gave you a quick nod before getting to work. not that it took much effort.

it was almost done in an instant, hence the name. you didn't mind, though, coffee was coffee, and coffee could never be bad. although, you weren't really paying attention to what he was doing, a little too busy staring at his face to notice anything else.

"tell me if it's horrible." he said as he handed you the hot drink. you hopped off the counter and thanked him before you pressed the mug to your lips and took a tiny sip. you tried not to grimace, and politely took another one. it was not good.

"it's good." you choked out, holding back a cough and forcing a supportive smile. theo didn't look very convinced, you doubted he was, and he took a step closer, like he was about to confront you about your little white lie.

"be honest." he sighed, yet there was a sort of menace behind the disappointed look on his face.

"it's terrible." you failed to hold back a snicker, feeling a little sorry that his coffee tasted just that bad. he was lucky you had some tips up your sleeve, "it's so bad, what did you–" to say that you were absolutely flabbergasted when he kissed you would be an understatement. you didn't push him away, nor did you resist, you were simply too shocked to react.

you laughed in surprise when he pulled back, your jaw hanging open slightly. then he leaned in again, but you had enough time to react this time, so you kissed him back, despite feeling a bit lightheaded by it all. it was one of the strangest situations you had found yourself in in a long time, but were enjoying every little bit of it.

"i literally just criticized your–" he quickly hushed you, going in for another kiss. you giggled against his lips and set the cofee mug aside, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your hand tangle his locks. theo could fucking collapse. there was something about the way you grabbed his hair, something that made him see colours he didn't even know existed. you weren't oblivious enough to miss the way he reacted, pressing his body closer to yours and tightening his grip around you, so you did it again, smirking in satisfaction when it drew a pleasant sound of approval from him.

his tongue brushed over your bottom lip, and you let out a tiny noise of surprise, feeling your knees buckle. without dwelling on it, you opened your mouth, and when his tongue touched your own, you gasped, maybe even whimpered, accidentally pulling on his hair a bit too harshly. theo didn't seem to mind. he grunted in response, you were making him forget that there was nothing but a wall separating you from your friends.

"you just missed the best– oh, fuck, my bad, continue please, sorry!" mattheo disappeared as fast as he appeared, his footsteps followed by laughter and the end credits of dirty dancing which got increasingly louder. courtesy of draco turning it up to drown out any unholy noises he suspected might come from the kitchen after seeing the look mattheo's face.

you pulled away from each other, too flustered to even laugh, your lips swollen and cheeks pink. theo's grip on your waist loosened, and you relaxed your arms, but still didn't pull them away from where they were wrapped around his neck. he leaned his forehead against yours, uneven breaths fanning over your lips.

"uh," you started, as speechless as he was, "have i mentioned that my dorm was empty for the night?"

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ੈ never have i ever kissed you. ✩‧₊˚

summary: wherein you, the marauders, lily, marlene and regulus played the muggle game "Never Have I Ever."

━━ ✦ pairing(s): marauders, lily, marlene and regulus x fem! reader

━━ ✦ warning: kissing

━━ ✦ word count: 1.3k

author's note: lets just pretend they have a high tolerance or theyre a lil affected by it cuz i forgot to write it down there 😭. btw sirius and reggie r on good terms here and also — ITS DANE DEEHAN'S PETER AND I CANNOT NOT ADD HIM WHEN HE'S HOT 😭😭😭😭

THE MARAUDERS, a few other friends, and you gathered in the common room, forming a circle for a muggle game Lily called "Never Have I Ever." The concept piqued your interest; it was something entirely new to you and sounded like you would have a good time especially when you heard how the game works.

But before that you, Sirius, Peter, and Lily went to the kitchens to take some snacks, glasses, and a few bottles of firewhisky for this and went back to the common room where the others were waiting and circled.

Lily initiated the round, her eyes scanning each person in the circle. "Never have I ever," she began, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "tasted the poop flavor in Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans." Laughter erupted as James, Remus, and a few others reached for the firewhisky and took a drink. Sirius and you couldn't help but burst into laughter too, sympathizing with their unfortunate experiences.

"It was bloody awful! Feels like I was gobbling up Pads' poop by mistake." James wrinkled his nose, wincing as the firewhisky blazed its way down his throat. Sirius burst into laughter, but his chuckles abruptly halted as James' comment hit his ears and you choked on your saliva. With a flushed face, Sirius playfully smacked James on the back, eliciting a groan from him. "Fuck."

The empty glasses clinked as they were refilled, the game continuing with fervor. Seated next to Lily, Marlene was thinking of what to ask. "Never have I ever lost my chocolate frog and found it in front of a teacher." Peter drank his firewhisky.

"I remember this!" You exclaimed with a chuckle, clutching a treacle tart. "Peter lost his chocolate frog while going inside the castle from Hogsmeade and tried to go after it only for it to end up in Professor McGonagall's palms. Then, she gave it to Peter and Peter ate it after brushing the dirt away."

Remus took his turn, a playful glint in his eyes. "Never have I ever been caught by Filch while out of bed after curfew." The Marauders, excluding Remus and including you, raised their glasses to their lips, taking hearty swigs of firewhisky.

Lily's eyebrows arched curiously, her gaze shifting toward you. "Even you, Y/N?" You shrugged with a sheepish grin, caught in the act. "What were you up to?"

You intended to avoid the question, but Marlene piped up, unable to resist the urge to share, "Oh, it's either she's setting up pranks with them," She gestured towards the infamous Black and Potter duo, who responded with knowing smirks, "Or she's engaged in some secret snogging rendezvous with Black."

"Which Black are we talking about here?" You countered mischievously, casting an amused glance at both brothers.

"Both," Marlene replied with an air of nonchalance, earning a round of chuckles from the group, a coughing Regulus, and a shock i-don't-know-what-to-say-i-feel-betrayed Sirius.

The blonde female had frequently stumbled upon them in rather compromising situations. On various occasions, it happened to be you and Regulus emerging from a cupboard, catching Marlene on her way to class. The sight of you and the younger boy with tousled hair, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks was hard to miss. Marlene also vividly remembered the time she stumbled upon you and Sirius, who were well on their way to shagging, both only partially clothed and entangled on the bed. Fortunately — for Marlene's case — she barged in before all the rest of their garments were thrown on the floor and preventing further embarrassment.

Honestly, who could really blame her? It wasn't her decision to conduct such activities within a shared dorm room, where other roommates also resided.

Marlene's cheeks heated as memories replayed in her mind. She shook her head, murmuring, "It's a traumatic experience."

Seated between you and Remus, Sirius wore a knowing smirk, mischief glinting in his eyes. Your heart fluttered as you felt a tinge of nervousness, his transparent mischievousness making you uneasy. "Never…" He began, his words causing a slight stumble in your breath as he continued, "have I ever kissed Y/N." Once more, you found yourself momentarily taken aback, a surprised reaction escaping you.

Sirius' gaze swept across the group, his smirk growing as he met each person's eyes, enjoying their reactions. With a feeling of delightfulness, he snatched the bottle of firewhisky and took a victorious swig. Nearby, Regulus raised an eyebrow, his amusement detached yet evident, as he took a casual sip of his own firewhisky. "Just u—" He began, his sentence left hanging in the air, a smirk curving his lips.

Lily roll her eyes and playfully retort, "Trying to embarrass everyone now, are we? Well, I can't say I'm surprised. Cheers to your boldness, I suppose." She then took a sip of her firewhisky, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and annoyance at Sirius' antics.

"Wait a second — everyone?" Sirius exclaimed, his tone a mix of disbelief and amusement. Marlene couldn't contain herself and erupted into laughter, finding the situation utterly comical. With a gleeful grin, she grabbed the firewhisky and took a big gulp. "Even McKinnon? Seriously, Y/N, how did you do it?" Sirius continued, his smirk growing wider.

Observing the scene, Remus couldn't help but roll his eyes playfully, his expression a blend of exasperation and fondness. He reached for his firewhisky and took a measured sip, his gaze briefly locking with yours.

You nonchalantly replied. "She was asking me to teach her how to kiss — who am I to refuse?" Peter let out a nervous chuckle and take a small sip of firewhisky.

As Sirius noticed the sip Peter took, his eyebrows arched mischievously. He glanced at you and exchanged an amused look with Lily. Lily, her curiosity piqued, raised an eyebrow and inquired, "Even Peter?" Her surprise was evident, the corners of her lips twitching in a mixture of astonishment and amusement.

All eyes turned to James, who met their gaze with an intrigued quirk of his eyebrow. His gaze then shifted to you, his lips curling into a mischievous grin as he leaned back in his chair. "Looks like I've fallen a bit behind, haven't I?" he mused, a glint of determination lighting up his eyes.

In a flash, he rose from his seat, a confident swagger in his step as he dropped down to one knee in front of you. His presence felt magnetic as he leaned closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek, and before you could fully process the moment, his lips met yours in a quick, playful kiss.

The room was filled with a collective gasp as all eyes turned to both of you as James pulled back, a triumphant smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. James then took the bottle of firewhisky from Sirius and chugged the remaining liquid down.

A mixture of shock, amusement, and admiration swept across their faces. Lily's jaw dropped slightly and twitching into an amused smile. Remus's eyebrows shot up, his usual composed demeanor momentarily replaced by astonishment. Sirius's playful grin widened into genuine surprise, and even Peter seemed momentarily stunned, his mouth hanging open. Marlene let out an excited whoop, her surprise quickly turning into enthusiastic cheers. Regulus raised an eyebrow, a subtle flicker of being taken aback swept across his features.

James' smirk softened into a warm grin as he glanced at you, his eyes locking onto yours for a heartbeat before he turned back to the others. "Honestly, Prongs." You stated recovering from your surprised state with a fond smile tugging on your lips.

A mischievous glint danced in Marlene's eyes as she playfully nudged Sirius with her elbow. "Seems like you're not the only one stealing the show tonight, Black."

A warm chuckle rumbled from Remus as he shook his head, a genuine fondness reflecting in his gaze. "You've outdone yourself, Prongs."

Even Regulus's typically stoic expression softened, a subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth betraying his amusement. "Quite the move," he conceded.

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[sileaz]

Worn Blade, Act I ✦ K.B.

✦ Kaz Brekker x Fem! Reader

━━━━━ ( SYNOPSIS. ) She who was known throughout Ketterdam as 'The Blade' disappeared years ago, leaving behind the blood of many victims. Yet, tonight, some claim to have caught the silver glint of a well-known dagger. But this is impossible: no one escapes from Hellgate.

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ACT I. « In The City of Hell, All Souls Burn » ━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 

In the city of vice and crime that was Ketterdam, rumours travelled fast. Words had no role to play in this intricate pattern. Everything was known in silence. It was in this very absence of words that the news emerged: its weight was all the heavier and suffocated those who, with their looks, carried the heavy task of knowing.

One knows but prefers to keep it quiet. Perhaps this would give too much importance to what one thinks is true; perhaps the mere fact of formulating it would make the information real. In silence, it remains a mirage, a blur that needs to be elucidated—or not.

It is in the silence that rumours are born in Ketterdam, and it is also there that they die.

For several hours, the narrow streets of the Barrel, shiny with dirt and rainwater, had been silent, but the eyes were full of life and fear—the mirrors of the soul never sparkle as much as when fear tints them with black and tears. You never feel more alive than when you are terrified. You cling to what moves you in the hope that it will protect you.

The whole neighbourhood came alive alongside this poisonous breath of life.

Silence had even infiltrated the establishments. The card games, alcoholic drinks and sounds of kruge being dropped on the tables were abandoned when the rumour circulated from glance to glance, from frown to frown, without ever being pronounced—not even when all the lips mutely formed those two cursed syllables.

A name on every mouth, on every tongue. A name that had been hanging in a protective silence for several hours, which Jesper Fahey broke into a thousand pieces when he returned to the Crow Club after his shift.

"Rumour has it that The Blade is back in Ketterdam.”

He must have spoken loudly for all the customers turned as one towards him, towards the one who had just broken the sacred mutism, and with it, made this rumour real. It was as if, by pronouncing the forbidden name, he was invoking it here. Some hiccupped. Others left without a word, abandoning behind the promise of money, so weak in the face of the horror and fear this particular name provoked in them.

Ignoring the chaos he had just shamelessly wreaked, the sharpshooter joined the table, hidden in the shadows of the most isolated corner. He dropped into the chair next to Wylan, whose frightened look would have been laughable if it didn't reflect that of Inej. There were only two Crows around the table. The others must have been busy with other things: Matthias and Nina, snogging; Kaz, counting his kruge.

“Impossible,” Inej finally protested after she had recovered from the initial shock of the news. “She was sent to Hellgate years ago.”

“Well it looks like she found a way out," Jesper shrugged as he said this, far too busy pouring himself a glass of whiskey to worry about the Suli girl's reactions. “Besides, does it really seem far-fetched to you? It's The Blade, after all.”

“Stop saying her name!” Wylan pleaded, while Inej prayed to the Saints quietly.

For a while, none of the three said a word.

“They say that some people have seen the reflection of her dagger in the harbour,” Jesper finally said, this time in a whisper. Even if he was not as superstitious as the other two, it would be wrong to say that the prospect of one of the greatest criminals once again roaming around Ketterdam did not send shivers down his spine. 

The Blade had been a legend in Ketterdam, like all those who were privileged enough to have an alias. Few people had dealt with her directly. Those who had faced her dagger and sword were no longer around to tell the tale. She acted in the shadows and was only ever betrayed by the silver glint of her blade. All, however, knew her name and her actions. Protean and ubiquitous—both a reaper and a saviour, a criminal and a vigilante—she was an intangible omnipresence that not even the Wraith could capture.

Everywhere in Ketterdam you could still feel her presence, even after she had been sent to Hellgate. She had scented the cobblestones with the metallic smell of blood for so many years that some of them were still stained with crimson: a sordid reminder of the horror that this city could harbour. 

“I don't know if it's true, but why wouldn't it be?” Jesper continued. “It's been years since we've heard anything about her, and suddenly she's back. If people wanted to play a bad joke, they would have done it long before.”

The silence did not deceive, nor did the looks. The sharpshooter had seen them. A simple rumour would have faded quickly as it passed from ear to ear and would have taken as many forms as misunderstandings allowed. Here, people stubbornly cloaked it in the secrecy that the absence of words guaranteed. More than anything, its content did not change. The person concerned was still The Blade. The place was still the harbour. The subject, still that damned silver reflection.

“If that's true, we'll have to be ready,” Inej said, to which Jesper nodded. What this return implied seemed to suddenly dawn on them and on their shoulders. Their postures stooped under the weight of a certain, gloomy future. The tension in the room could have been cut off, so tangible was it.

Wylan asked what she meant by that. Although he knew who The Blade was, he, like many others, did not know what had really happened that night, years before.

The Zemini poured himself another whiskey, a grimace contorting his face. Inej took it upon herself to answer the chemist.

“Don't you know? It was Kaz who turned her in to the Stadwatch."

“And if I were her,” Jesper continued. “The first thing I'd do after I ran away from Hellgate is get revenge on the guy who sent me there.”

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Years before, far from the current violence of the Barrel, in a city still tinged with vice, an event occurred that all who lived through it still remembered.

It was an evening lulled by the usual Ketterdam melody, the dissonant harmony of a blood-stained score. The fat laughter of drunken patrons, whose pockets full of kruge were just waiting to be emptied in the gambling games, echoed and shook the ribcages. In the dark alleys and filthy dead ends, nameless criminals indulged in their favourite pastime: violence, the cracking of whose bones acted like the percussion of a piece that the occasional gunshot would complete.

One false note, however, tarnished this melodious ensemble. The city was more agitated than usual. The Barrel district, too, had become infected by the strange atmosphere. The curious eyes of the inhabitants perched behind their windows were riveted on the main street, or rather on the bridge at the junction between West and East Stave, where numerous Stadwatch had positioned themselves and were waiting, weighted batons in hand. Passers-by, even with alcohol clouding their senses, frowned at the sight of them: motionless, defensive, ready to pounce on their prey. Others roamed the streets, blind to the usual heckling.

They had colonised Ketterdam and every corner of it.

Many were surprised at the look of determination on their faces. Stadwatch were normally simple-minded soldiers, easily led astray if promised the right amount of kruge. No one had ever seen them walk with such confidence. It was as if, before the astonished eyes of the crowd, they had metamorphosed into an invincible army.

They moved like men on a mission. No one, however, knew what this very mission entailed. Everyone, that is, except one person, whose irregular footsteps indicated his presence to the other souls on the street, curious to know what was going on. The crowd split in two, leaving a clear path for the one they called Dirtyhands.

At the same time, three Stadwatch emerged from an alleyway dragging a figure whose damp hair—no one was quite sure if it was blood or sweat—stained a face that Kaz Brekker, much younger then, knew to be distorted with rage.

There were murmurs. Some wondered who it was, others seemed to know but could not bring themselves to believe it. The silver dagger in the hand of the guard on the left, still soaked in blood, spoke for itself, however. There was no doubt about who this new prisoner was.

The Blade had been captured. 

In Ketterdam, there were no 'Wanted' posters, for no one would read them, glued on the sticky walls of bars. The city was teeming with people with vices, which would only worsen from one soul to another, all of whom more or less deserved to rot in a cell. One would not see the bricks anymore if everyone who deserved to be arrested were to have a poster bearing their effigy.  

Every criminal was wanted, but the most dangerous of them had a bounty on their head—a way for the Stadwatch to delegate their work to someone braver than them.

No one usually held it against them, though. Who would try to capture a Dirtyhands or a Blade? No one was foolish enough to even entertain the thought. In the Barrel, that ocean of unlaws and sins, the strongest ruled and remained untouchable, thus taking the shape of holy sinners.

At least until today.

“Move.”

The figure, who was much less impressive without her reputed weapon, was hit twice in the stomach. In pain, she bent over and didn't have time to get up before she was violently pushed by one of the soldiers. Never before had the Blade offered such a pathetic sight to see, there, slumped on the ground, her face in the mud. The one who was thought to be untouchable was no longer so. Kaz gloated, happy to see a rival without a dagger, the only silver touch on her being the rusty handcuffs.

Fierce eyes met his, as if over the din she had managed to hear his thoughts. It had only taken her a second to find him, in that shapeless crowd of black figures.

“You'll pay for this, Brekker.”

She knew.

The Stadwatch pushed her again.

“Shut up and move. You won't be so smart in Hellgate.”

There were hiccups. The whispering started again. Some even protested: no one, not even criminals, deserved to end up there.

Hellgate. Hell on Kerch. Hell on Earth.

Impassive to his sentence, the woman did not take her eyes off Kaz's, who intentionally let a slight smirk decorate his face. This had the desired reaction. She seemed to become enraged, enough to try to escape the guards' grip. One of them was sent to the ground and she crushed his hand, the dreadful cracking of which, even more than his cry of pain, triggered many shivers of fear in the spectators.

She managed to take several steps towards him, splitting the crowd in two, but was soon caught. The punch in her face destroyed any hope to escape. Spitting blood in the direction of her rival—a last satisfaction—, the woman finally let herself be dragged out of the barrel, towards the harbour, where a boat was awaiting to take her to Terrenjel. 

“You are a dead man, Kaz Brekker! Do you hear me?! Dead!”

These were the last words of the Blade before she disappeared for years, rotting in a cell in the Old Prison tower and only coming out of it for Pekka Rollins’ weekly fights.

That night, five million kruge were placed on Kaz Brekker’s desk.

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“But why did he do that?” Wylan asked after Inej had told what had happened that famous evening. "Five million kruge is nothing to him, even back then.”

“We don't know,” Jesper shrugged. He sipped on his third drink. “He never wanted to tell us anything. This came as a surprise because, even though they were rivals, they tolerated each other.”

“Really?”

“Yes. They even worked together several times. She was useful to him. He was useful to her. For him to turn her in to the Stadwatch and reveal her identity… There was more than just kruge at stake.”

To this day, the questions bubbled up in their minds but stopped at the tip of their lips, never getting past that fleshy barrier for fear of reprisals. The few times Jesper or Inej had tried to broach the subject, Kaz had cut the conversation short, chasing them out of his office or leaving the room himself, always muttering insults.

The questions were doomed to go unanswered; the reason, killed and sealed forever in a small corner of the businessman's head—the place where hope for the truth died out.

“So, get some bombs ready," Jesper finished. “Because we're in deep shit too.”

“I—"

The cane that came crashing down on the table startled the three and sent a tidal wave through Jesper's whiskey glass. The crow’s head, momentarily blinded by a leather glove, flickered for a second under the chandelier, reminding the sharpshooter of the silver glow everyone was talking about in town.

Oh, how ironic life could be. 

“Can any of you tell me why I can't hear kruge being spent? Why are the tables empty?”

“Hey boss! What do you mean emp-? Oh yes, indeed. That's funny,” Jesper laughed nervously, glancing around.

The Crow Club was never empty. Whether it was windy or rainy, the patrons would always crowd the entrance and drown in alcohol and gambling. The call of greed was a siren song that even the most cunning sailors could not resist.

“Don't play with me, Jesper. Explanations, now,” he snapped.

Wylan ran his index finger over one of the flaws in the table while Inej seemed to find the painting on the wall—one of their many finds from a heist—fascinating. If they saw the Zemini's look of distress and reproach, they did not show it, finding in these trivial details a refuge that would keep them away from the growing fury of their boss.  

Traitors, Jesper thought.

He looked back at Kaz, whose furrowed brow made him gulped. If there was one thing that particularly annoyed their boss, it was seeing his business disrupted. Like any good businessman, Brekker became an excellent mathematician when there was money involved, especially losses. It was almost as if he and the kruge were one, as if he could sense their presence—or absence, in this case—whenever he walked into a room.

Every lost kruge was bad news, but an empty Crow Club? An absolute disaster.

What would be the truth, the very truth that had drained the room and with it, their pockets? A cataclysm, no doubt. Powerful, destructive: one of those natural disasters from which one never recovers.

Unwillingly, Jesper had become an oracle à la Delphi—the bearer of an evil omen. The words he spoke would only bring chaos and divine wrath.

"The Blade is back."

Kaz Brekker wavered.

Wherever he went, this name continued to haunt him and was added to many other, much more painful, ghosts. In the midst of a pile of frozen, inert bodies, that of a living person would stand like a threatening tower, its blood-stained shadow hovering over his closed eyelids. The personification of Treason infiltrated his nightmares and, in its ubiquity, continued to plague his life, even when she was locked up in a cell all the way in Hellgate.

It was at night that this bloody spirit tormented him the most, although the daytime was not enough to chase it away completely either. It was that look—which had been full of rage that night—which pierced and tore at the fabric of his dreams.

Powerless, the Crows could only listen to this late-night spectacle, their ears pressed to the wall, as their boss insulted the Saints for sending him the Blade as punishment for his sins.

“Impossible,” he finally spat. “No one runs away from Hellgate.” His emphatic tone did not dispel the doubts of his Crows.

“What about Mattias?" Wylan interrupted, putting aside his wood-esque observations.

“The Blade acts alone. Without help, no one can get out of there. Impossible,” he mumbled again under his breath.

The word suddenly seemed meaningless, as if it had turned into a mere alignment of letters, placed end to end in an artificial order, whose syllables sounded stranger and stranger as they were pronounced. Kaz seemed to realise this because he abruptly stopped speaking, his lips pursed, holding back the 'po' that had wanted to escape.

Nothing was impossible. Especially not the escape of one of Ketterdam's greatest criminals. A criminal whose thirst for revenge had undoubtedly become the driving life-force behind her actions.

When you have neither money nor love, only rage can save the lonely soul in its relentless search for a goal.

The face of Pekka Rollins suddenly appeared to him, like a mirror held up to his own equally bloody motivations. He saw himself, able to cross all tides to see the one who had deceived him and Jordie suffer.

Only a small sea separated him from the Blade.

Kaz swallowed back a curse.

“Help! Please, help! Somebody! Hurry!”

Screams rose in the street, penetrated the walls, and made the four hearts in the room miss a beat—fearful harmony. The Crows stood up quickly, now alert.

A woman stormed into the club. Blood dripped from the end of her dress, staining the floor with a repetitive and macabre plop. Kaz stared bleakly at the growing red ink stain that made the floor a painting of death. Her hands were bloody too, and the two crimson furrows on her cheeks were evidence of a futile attempt to wash away the cardiac rain that had fallen on them.

In her terrible redness, she had become an allegory of Ketterdam's cruelty.

“They killed my husband!” she cried.

Kaz recognised her. Behind the tears and blood was the face of the wife of one of his Kregs: one of the club's bouncers, often positioned at the entrance to prevent any outbursts. That evening, however, he was not on duty.

“He was stabbed... I– It all happened so fast! I–I don’t–”

She was in shock. Her eyes were bulging; her voice, trembling. Wylan sat her down and handed her a glass of water, which she did not even touch, far too busy telling what had just happened.

A masked figure had appeared in front of the couple as they passed the Crow Club to meet friends in another bar. The woman had had no time to react before her husband was on the ground, a gaping hole in his chest, his white shirt soaked with blood. She only had time to catch a glimpse of a silvery glint before the figure disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind destruction and death.

“It can’t be...” Jesper didn't finish his sentence, feeling Kaz's black look on him.

“Inej, Jesper, go see what's going on. Wylan, go get Nina and Mattias and some ammunition.”

Protests erupted but he silenced them with a wave of his hand.

“Do as I say. Now.”

Kaz tightened his grip on the crow’s head, as if to reassure himself, to remind himself of his authority, which the mere presence of—if the rumours turned out to be true—called into question. Fragile as a sandcastle, the illusion of power seemed to crumble before his eyes.

The pain in his leg suddenly seemed to intensify.

As the rest of the gang looked on in astoundment, he hurried up the stairs, his face inscrutable.

The door to his office slammed and a vase was thrown.

“We're so going to die,” Jesper sighed, his hand on his guns. 

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Harry is eight and spending the time he isn’t locked up in his cupboard, or doing house chores, or running away from Dudley and his gang, at the nearby park. He sits on the swing and idly watches the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.

His name is Malcom, his hair is light brown and his eyes are the prettiest blue Harry’s ever seen.

But— but boys aren’t supposed to be pretty. Boys aren’t supposed to think other boys are pretty, so he makes himself smaller in his worn out jumper and never approaches him again.

Harry is eleven when his life turns upside down and a gangly freckled kid sits next to him on the Hogwarts Express. He looks into his blue eyes and marvels at the bright red of his hair. He wants to reach out and clean the bit of dirt off his nose, but that would be getting too close to another boy, and he couldn’t afford that, could he?

Not when he could imagine tracing all the freckles scattered across his cheeks.

Harry is fourteen when Cedric Diggory falls from the sky and offers him help getting up after using his first Portkey. His hand is big and as calloused as he’d expect a Quidditch player’s to be. He doesn’t like dwelling on the thought of how nice he’d found it.

He asks Cho Chang to the Yule Ball and she rejects him because Cedric Diggory had been quicker. He ends up spending the night on a chair intently looking at the way Cedric’s hand curls around Cho’s waist. He was jealous of him, right?

He tells Sirius about the Yule Ball and he raises an eyebrow at the way Harry describes Cedric’s robes and styled hair but can barely remember the colour of Cho’s dress.

Harry is fifteen when Cho Chang finally agrees to go on a date with him. It happens after they kiss and Harry is eager, he should be, right? The kiss had felt wet and not particularly pleasant and his chest felt a lot warmer as he watched the way Ron laughed when he described it than it had felt when his lips had collided with Cho’s.

The date doesn’t go well, maybe Harry just doesn’t get women.

Sirius says it’s ridiculous, but he doesn’t miss the odd look he and Remus give each other.

Harry is sixteen when he dreams of red hair and freckled skin and in order to escape it he decides to stay up at night and stare at Draco Malfoy’s dot on the Marauder’s Map.

It doesn’t do him good.

He decides the bright red infesting his dreams must be Ginny’s, because he doesn’t know any other red-haired girl. Even though she wears it long and when he dreams it’s short and spiky. And the freckles on her cheeks are not as numerous as the ones he marvels at after falling asleep.

He decides it has to be Ginny, and the thought of it can occupy his mind long enough to make him forget the weird pang and slight sick in his stomach each time he catches Ron snogging Lavender.

When Ginny runs up to him after winning the Quidditch up, he kisses her, because that’s what he’d been dreaming about, right? Hands tangled in red hair and freckled cheeks centimetres from his face, but it feels all wrong.

Ron nods at him and it all feels wrong.

Sirius is not here anymore for Harry to consult, so instead he takes Ginny outside their common room and, on the Hogwarts grounds, opens his heart to her.

She understands.

Harry is seventeen when he has to die and he still hasn’t made sense of the feelings in his chest or why, no matter how much he tried, girls felt so wrong.

It’s not at the forefront of his mind, it’s not even close because the only thing he can think about is the warm bodies laying lifeless in the Great Hall.

But, as he approaches his death, he does spare a thought for the uneasiness he had felt when Hermione kissed Ron, and the discomfort every kiss he’d given before had provided him. He hadn’t lived in full, not even close.

A flash of green light approaches and he finds it silly, how his last thought is of red hair and freckles.

Harry is eighteen when he attends his first Weasley family dinner after the war. The grief is heavy and Fred’s chair is empty but Percy is back home and it does bring at least a shard of comfort to Mrs Weasley. He isn’t alone, Oliver Wood hangs from his arm.

He is eighteen and Percy Weasley introduces Oliver Wood as his boyfriend.

Harry blinks at them and something in his head just clicks.

Harry is twenty when he finally musters the courage to walk into a Gay Bar. He had to Confund the door keeper because he didn’t own an ID, the Dursleys had never bothered giving it to him, given he even had one.

It’s a Muggle place and he feels like the odd one out, terribly dressed down and completely clueless.

He ends up ordering a beer and sitting by the bar.

It’s not until his third visit that a stranger approaches him. He has red hair but his pupils are a soft hazel and his skin isn’t freckled at all. Harry thinks that if he shuts his eyes close, maybe, he could pretend.

His name is Lucas, his lips taste vaguely like strawberries and the kiss doesn’t make Harry want to turn his insides inside out. He smiles and the rush of adrenaline in his veins as Lucas nibs on his bottom lip feels both terrifying and terribly right.

Harry is twenty-three when the cat gets out of the bag.

It’s not because he wanted it, really, but sharing a flat with his best mates could be inconvenient, at times.

He flushed and urges his date to get dressed as he tries to avoid Ron and Hermione’s shocked looks. Their hands are clasped together and Harry has learnt to live with the uncomfortable twist of his stomach by now.

They come off it quickly, though. Ron laughs and pats Harry on the back, says everything is much more clear now.

Harry is twenty-five when he makes his best-man speech at Ron and Hermione’s wedding.

He chokes on his words both because he was never that good at public speaking and because each time he looked at the way Ron’s arm curled around Hermione’s shoulder his throat went a bit drier.

He drinks his glass of champagne in one go and relishes in the burn before fetching Gabriel, his date for the night.

Gabriel stood out like a sour note next to his exes: his hair were a dusty blonde. Harry had thought there would be way too many redheads at the wedding anyways.

Harry is thirty-one when Ron jokes he will never settle down if he keeps on changing men at the same rate he changes his pants, but Harry doesn’t care.

Ron looks thoroughly annoyed and Hermione coughs, worried and almost resigned eyes looking up at her husband.

Harry is thirty-three when Ron shows up at his place with a suitcase and bashfully tells him Hermione wants to file for a divorce.

He just nods and lets Ron in.

Harry is thirty-five when Ron brings back a bottle of expensive Firewhisky and decides they should celebrate the Cannons’ new victory streak on their own.

He hadn’t heard of the Cannons winning anything, recently, but he shrugs it off because it’s not really his thing anyways, Ron would know.

He is thirty-five and Ron, red-haired, freckled and now face flushed sits way too close for comport and traces his lips with a pinky.

He stands up abruptly and loudly declares it’s time for bed. Ron looks quite annoyed, but it will pass.

It must have been his imagination.

Harry is thirty-seven when his best mate breaks down crying in front of him and confesses his feelings through agonising sobs.

He keeps apologising and a tug at his hand breaks Harry out of his stupor. He was sure it must have been a dream, but Ron was real and crying and trembling.

He leans down wordlessly and, finally— sparks.

He is thirty-seven and this is the first time he’s ever felt so alive.

Harry is forty-two when Hagrid walks him down the aisle.

It’s clumsy and messy because they’re both trying not to cry, Harry being much better at it than the half-giant.

He catches a glimpse of Hermione, beaming at him from the front with a knowing smile.

He is forty-two and he is in front of Ron, in white robes. The voices around them nothing but white noise and then Ron leans down and all he can see is— red. Red hair and freckles.

#this ended up a lot longer than i had originally intended #sooo #but the idea struck me #now it’s 3 am help #anyways #soo writes #harry potter #harry james potter #ron weasley #ronarry #rarry #cedric diggory #hedric #cho chang #hermione granger #romione #sirius black #good godfather sirius black #albeit briefly #drabble #the gay experience #the dursleys #i could have written this better but #it is what it is #no beta #remus lupin #molly weasley #percy weasley #oliver wood #perciver

[vickyvicarious]

The first part of Mina's entry starts out really funny. Mr. Swales has given off a "sweet old incomprehensible grandpa" vibe, but today I noticed some other stuff going on that's quite funny, even if in another situation it might be a little annoying. He's very much the 'main character' of his friends (Mina doesn't even bother to take down their names), and will cling to that role very tightly. Has to be the center of attention, everyone has to agree with him, very stubborn and will bully until he gets his way, he'll perform to the crowd and make sure his boys are laughing at his jokes. He's actually quite cynical, though it's possible some of that is also performative here. He's also super fixated on that idea of the souls carrying their gravestones on their backs on the Day of Judgement, he circled back to that one like four separate times.

I also love this bit:

"Now look you here; you come here a stranger, an' you see this kirk-garth." I nodded, for I thought it better to assent, though I did not quite understand his dialect. I knew it had something to do with the church. He went on: "And you consate that all these steans be aboon folk that be happed here, snod an' snog?" I assented again.

Mina internally: just smile and nod.

But on a more serious note... in all of this, there's something kind of interesting going on. The fact that he's talking so much about lies alongside empty graves/coffins. I'm not totally sure of where I want to go with it exactly, but it reminds me of Dracula's boxes. Though those are full of dirt, but still. They're like empty coffins in a way, and the entire use of the headstones to cover up the darker truth with a polite/pretty lie sure does remind of the Count. I'm sure this talk of empty suicide grave and such won't be relevant at all...

#dracula daily #mr. swales #also as always the audio is great for understanding him more easily than the written dialect

[merlinemrys]

re: my last post abt touched starved arthur but merwenthur edition

merlin and gwen being the two most important people in arthur’s life and slowly getting him used to affectionate touches.

gwen has it easier. she lets her fingers graze on arthur’s palms until he shivers. she lets her hands linger in his hair when they kiss. she surprises arthur one day by finding his weak spot and delighting in the fact that he’s ticklish! she presses kisses to his cheek or jaw if they pass one another in the corridors and can’t speak for long. gwen leans her head against his shoulder, his chest whenever she feels the slightest bit tired. she devotes hours of her time tracing all of arthur’s features with the tip of her finger: his hard jawline, the straight line of his nose, the curve of his lips, the shape of his eyes and he just stares at her wide-eyed and so in love he’s sure he’s glowing with it.

and merlin—oh, he is much subtler and much more blatant than gwen could be. his hands would linger when he changes arthur out of his armour or clothes. when arthur was tired enough, merlin was gentle in combing his hair back into something manageable. he always grabs arthur when he needs to say something and he’d let his hand rest on arthur until he had to go away. maybe when arthur gets hurt and merlin’s berating him for “being so stupid, you prat” and merlin leans his forehead down to arthur’s and thumbs away the dirt on arthur’s cheek with such gentleness it makes arthur want to cry.

meanwhile arthur is just so overwhelmed and his desire to reciprocate threatens to swallow him while. but when he finally gives in, merlin and gwen are flooded with his affection. when he and merlin come back from a harrowing patrol, he runs into gwen’s arms and swings her into a hug that makes her squeal and laugh aloud. with merlin, arthur snatches him in the middle of one his his chores to snog him senseless. he wraps one arm around merlin’s shoulder and grins into his hair while his other arm snakes around gwen’s waist to pull her closer. arthur does not hesitate to kiss gwen’s hand at every hello and goodbye. he likes keeping one palm at the back of merlin’s neck because it’s the best way to angle his head into a kiss. and when they’re all entangled in bed, arthur cherishes being in the middle. he loves being by warmth and love and there is no expanse of skin where he is not being touched and loved.

#shows #bbc merlin #merwenthur #mergwenthur #arwenlin #arthur #gwen #merlin #touch starved arthur #text #tais toi lys #lys lb: merlin #arwen #merthur #merlin headcanons #*

[orange-peony]

For the trope mash-up: I used a random number generator and got

8: Hospital AU

And

63: Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple

And I think those would make a great lil snowbaz AU!!

Thank you sooo much for your ask and sorry it took absolute ages!

“Baz, you’re needed in room three,” Niall says, looking like he hasn’t slept in two days (he probably hasn’t). “Your boyfriend managed to get another injury for the sole purpose of coming to snog you.”

“Snow is not my boyfriend!” I reply for the umpteenth time, but my legs are already moving faster than I thought my tiredness would allow.

What the fuck has he done this time?

“Baz, Simon has come to see you! What a lovely surprise,” Ebb proclaims with a smile as I walk past her. She also probably hasn’t slept (or showered) in ages, but she somehow never loses her lovely manners and sweetness. “You know, he always says he was a terrible boyfriend to Agatha, but it’s so nice to see how much he’s changed.”

“Oh, I can confirm he was a shit boyfriend,” Agatha comments drily while she makes a poor man wail in pain as she changes his dressing. 

“Still not my boyfriend,” I declare, deciding to ignore them.

Room three is just at the end of the corridor. I calm down when I hear him chatting cheerfully with the nurse on duty—it’d better not be Smith-Richards, that fucking flirt. 

“Oh, hello Baz!” Snow greets me with a grin, his cheek smudged with something that I hope is just dirt. My eyes go automatically for his arm, which is carefully being tended by Pippa (thank god it’s her). 

The cut looks pretty deep, but nothing life-threatening. I sigh in relief and tell Pippa she can go. 

“When are you going to stop being such a reckless idiot?” I ask as a greeting, and he produces his usual apologetic smile, not even batting an eyelid when I start cleaning the wound, trying to be as delicate as I can.

“Baz! Your boyfriend’s come to visit you!” Dev exclaims after popping his head in with a shit-eating grin. “Don’t forget—no hanky-panky at work.”

“I’m not a horny incubus like you and Niall,” I reply, my eyes fixed on Snow’s wound. I don’t want him to have a scar. Not another one. Those butchers who treated him before I met him made such a shit job at patching him up. But I’m going to make sure that no one else gets their hands on him. “And we’re not together.”

“No need to lie,” Dev says dismissively before he leaves us alone.  

“I was hoping you were going to be in,” he murmurs before I warn him that the anaesthetic is going to sting. He grimaces but makes no sound, a loud intake of breath is all I get for an injection in a spot that would make even the burliest men swear out loud. 

“How did it happen this time?” I ask, my tone probably harsher than I meant for it to come out. My eyes leave his wound to meet his gaze, and he smiles at me, licking his lips.

“It was actually Gareth’s fault,” he comments easily. “But I’ve got to admit I was a bit distracted. Someone was telling me about this concert. It’s the symphonic orchestra, and they’re doing this thing at Watford theatre on Saturday evening. I was thinking…would—shall I take you to see them? Hear them? I’ve never been to a concert before…”

My hands still, our eyes locking as I stare at him with my mouth open like a fish out of water.

This sounds like a date.

Is this meant to be a date?

“Baz, I’m going to lunch,” Niall calls from the corridor. “How long are you going to be with your boyfriend?”

“Very long!” I reply, and Snow’s uncertain expression slowly melts into a grin.

Is he actually my boyfriend?

“I mean, when we went to IKEA together,” he starts tentatively, “you said you play the violin. That you like classical music.”

“I did,” I confirm, still unsure if he’s asking me out.

“And the last time we went to the cinema, I picked the film,” he adds, “so it’s only fair that this time we do something you like. I mean, t-t-that is if you want to come—”

“Of course, I want,” I reply, so fast that I almost give myself whiplash. “Pick me up at seven. We can go to dinner first, if you want…”

His smile makes my heart melt like an icicle in the sun.

“It’s a date,” he says.   

Fuck, Snow is my boyfriend.

#my writing #snowbaz fic #hospital AU

[saintchaser]

They first time they met, they were standing in front of the club. Remus was mesmerised by the tall man leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his lips, his posture lazy and elegant at the same time.

Remus suddenly felt the need for a cigarette, because if he was going to sit in front of a club in the crisp cold air of December, he would at least need the nicotine and the slight warmth it brought.

Trying to ignore the strange warmth in his stomach, Remus stepped up to the man, who gave him a slight glance, not even bothering with making their eyes meet.

There was a certain arrogance to him, but that was fine, Remus was known to take a liking to men way out of his league.

“Can you lend one?” Remus asked, shyly, suddenly feeling stupid in his fraying sweater and jeans, when the man next to him was wearing an oversized leather jacket and a top short enough for him to be able to peek at the man’s stomach.

The man looked at him slightly, their height difference obvious, then reached in his pocket and fished for his pack. Flicking it open, he stubbed his own cigarette against the wall, fished another with his lips, then wrapped his long, thin fingers around another one and held it out for Remus to reach.

Was that his number written on the cigarette?

“Do you want it?” The man asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Uh, yeah, sorry.” Remus laughed nervously, having been busy with staring at the guy in front of him. “I’m Remus, by the way.”

“Sirius,” Sirius answered, admittedly slightly dry. “Do you have a lighter or something? I forgot mine home, and my friend who has a lighter is busy snogging some girl in the bathroom.”

“Oh.” Remus put a hand in his pocket, hoping that he did, hoping that this wasn’t the ending of their conversation. “Yeah, here you go.”

“Thanks.” Bringing the lighter to his lips, he lit up his cigarette, then put it back in his hand. “Are you not going to smoke the cigarette I gave you?”

“I’m gonna smoke it later, I have a friend I’m going to meet and she doesn’t smoke, so…”

That was a big, fat lie. He just wanted to call the number on it, really, but how was he supposed to tell Sirius that?

Oh, yeah, I just saw you, but I really fancy you and you’re really fit and I would like for you to call me because I feel the strong desire to talk to you and taste your lips that probably taste like tobacco and the alcohol I saw you drinking in the club, because I totally wasn’t looking at you?

Yeah, right. Pathetic.

He, however, palmer the cigarette in his pocket. He saw Sirius through a haze of cigarette smoke and an alcohol-induced state, and he prayed that he was not going to double over and throw up, because that would surely be embarrassing, and he would kill all of the little to no chances he had with him.

“I should, um, I should probably leave. Thank you for the cigarette, though, appreciate it.”

Actually, the truth is that he could literally not talk to Sirius in person without making a fool of himself and have the cool, tall stranger be glaring at him like he was the dirt on his shoe. Well, Remus could only hope that he was not going to make a fool of himself over the phone, because he had already been staring at Sirius’ lips for a while, and he seemed to have noticed.

"You want to kiss me."

"I— uh, what?" Remus let out a nervous chuckle.

Well, shit.

Sirius closed the distance between them, close enough to be able to only lean slightly forward for their lips to touch, far enough to let Remus slip away and run away absolutely terrified, because all of it was too overwhelming, too much, too little, too good all at the same time.

He didn't even know how to kiss! What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Snog a a random guy in front of a club and have him gag because he doesn't even know how to kiss?

Their foreheads touched, and Remus nodded. He didn't even know what he was nodding at, (He tried to be strong, to not let this happen the fucking first time he went out with his friends, but well, here he was, snogging Sirius, because Sirius did not appear to be just some guy, but it happened.), but Sirius closed the distance between their lips, their mouths moving together. Sirius' hand gently grabbed the back of Remus' throat, whose fingers tangled in Sirius' raven curls, and he made a choked noise that might have resembled a moan. Pathetic, yeah, he knew that, but it was good, it was so fucking good, that he could melt into it.

He would probably regret this in the morning, if he would remember it. However, Lily told him that he should start living his life. He was 23, for God's sake, and this might have just been his first proper kiss. And, as Mary loves saying, you only live once.

For Remus, it would have been fine if his life would just resume to kissing Sirius.

Once again, he would probably regret it. But he could taste the liquor on Sirius' lips, and tobacco, and metal. This was wrong, it was so, so wrong, beyond wrong, but it was the absolute best thing that could happen to him.

He didn’t know for how long he had been kissing Sirius. It might have been five minutes, it might have been an hour, it might have been a whole century, actually. Sirius was looking at him, his eyes glowing in the dim light on the street, and grinned like the devil.

“Call me,” He said, pointing with his head to Remus’ pocket.

“Do you usually give cigarettes with your number on them to people you just met?” He asked, and then, before Sirius even opened his mouth, decided he would have better just not asked that.

“Nah,” He answered, and then, after pressing a quick kiss to Remus’ neck (What the fuck? Did Sirius want him to die there?) disappeared.

Remus could still see him as he walked down the street to God knew where.

He took a cab home. The driver tried talking to him at some point, but when he noticed that Remus was completely unresponsive and instead pondering whatever the fuck happened just about half an hour ago, he decided to keep quiet and just let the soft music pour out the radio.

He jumped out of the cab, not before giving the driver his money and thanking him, ran up the stairs, his keys jingling in his pocket, and opened the door. He let himself fall on the couch, and pulled the cigarette out of his pocket. Although slightly rumpled, Remus could still read the number on it, and quickly typed it in.

It rang once, twice, thrice, with no answer. Remus slightly started losing hope.

“Hey.”

“Hi! Didn’t think you’d answer!” He laughed, running a hand through his curls as he finally tested his back against the couch. “Hi. Did you get home?”

“Yeah, just greeted my cat,” Sirius answered, and Remus heard the tinge of smile in his voice. “I presume you got home, too, since your first instinct after we snogged was to call yourself a cab and run away.”

“Said the guy who kissed my neck and then left,” Remus bit back, although not upset by what had happened. “I, um, I liked it though. You’re a good kisser.”

“Thank you, darling.” Silence. “You’re not too bad yourself, you just need a little bit more practice. I’d be glad to help you with that.”

Remus flipped himself on his back, kicking his feet up and down and biting his fist in order not to giggle, and, obviously, in order to not appear to be a totally desperate guy, giggling over a guy he just met. “Okay,” He answered, after sucking a deep breath in to calm himself down. “Yeah, that sounds fine by me.”

“You can call me if you want to? Until then, how about a date next week? My treat, there’s a Chinese restaurant down my street that has really good food, if you’re into that.”

“Sure!” Remus answered, which would have been what he wanted even if he didn’t like Chinese takeout, but that was even better. “I’ll see you then?”

“See you,” Sirius said, elongating his words. “Goodbye, darling.”

“Bye, Sirius!”

Remus watched Sirius’ name flicker on the screen. He placed his phone down on the bed, covered his face with a pillow, and sighed, like a schoolboy in love. Well, falling in love had definitely not been on his bucket list, and it was dangerous, but he was going to go through hell and back if it were for Sirius.

#thought i might post this here too if you don’t have ao3 and still want to read it or something 😭 #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #my writing

[litgwritersroom]

You guys are doing wonders to my brain lol love you guys soooo much!

Could I ask for a completely warranted Finn and MC smut after the whole Kat and Alfie thing? Pretty pretty please!

FINNOCENT

S5 | Finn/MC | 3200+ | @mrsbsmooth

Everyone in the villa treats Erin like dirt. Alfie & Kat are the final straw. It's not fair, and Finn's fucking had enough. NSFW

Finn unbuttoned his shirt, his chat with Erin still swirling around his head. Kat had laughed when he’d flirted with Erin, telling everyone about the sex dream. She’d laughed whenever he cracked on with anyone. But for some reason, when it came to Arlo, Kat always seemed to get mad. 

What was it about her?

God, he’d picked Kat over Erin in the first place because he’d thought she’d be more ‘cool’ with his flirting, but that was quickly becoming not the case. One would think that being cheated on would make you hyper-vigilant about your boyfriend flirting with other girls, but Erin was the chillest girl he’d ever met. Her constant pranks were the highlight of his day, making him fall over himself in laughter at how thoroughly she committed to them. He had badly misjudged her, and now, he was paying for it, Kat’s shrill screams still ringing in his ears.

He finished unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it off just as Erin burst in from the roof terrace.

Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving, even paler than usual. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Erin.” he chuckled. 

She shook her head. “I’ve… Finn.”

Finn furrowed his brow, and made his way over to her, placing his hands gently on her arms to steady her. “It’s fine, darlin’. I know I’m hot with my shirt off, but you’ve never gotten this flabbergasted before.”

He grinned at her, trying to calm her down, but she shook her head. 

“Kat and Alfie. Snogging each other. More than. His hand was down her–”

“Ha,” he scoffed. “Right. ‘Course they were.”

Erin took his face in her hands, and looked into his eyes. “It’s not a prank, babe. I’m being serious. I just walked in on them.”

His eyes flickered to her lips, and he saw her jaw shaking. He knew she was a fabulous actress, and she’d tricked him many times before, her incredible ability to convince him of anything not even half to do with the fact he had an enormous crush on her.

A flash of panic went through his heart at admitting it, but he cleared his throat. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her, he certainly believed that that’s what she thought she saw. But she was wrong. She had to be wrong. 

“Erin, neither Alf nor Kat would do that to us. I’m sure it’s all a big misun…”

Alfie interrupted as he burst through the door after Erin, his face plastered with guilt and hot pink lipstick, looking like he was about to be sick. 

“Erin, baby, please, it’s not what it looks like.”

Erin’s head whipped around, and she pointed a single finger at him, making him cower and damn near sink to his knees. “Fuck you, Alfie. I know what I fucking saw.”

“Baby,” Alfie gasped, his eyes almost watering. “It just happened, I’m so sorry. Please. Please.”

Finn’s mouth fell open, and he looked at Alfie. “Holy shit, man. You’re a really good actor.”

Alfie looked between him and Erin, confused. “I’m not acting, Erin, please, I promise, I’ll make this right.”

“After all your bullshit about going slow,” Erin spat. “I fucked you yesterday, and today you’re knuckle-deep in Kat’s cunt behind my back. You are trash, Alfie. You can fucking go to hell.”

Finn’s eyebrows shot up, and he almost laughed. “Jeez, Erin, I’ve gotta watch your show. This is–”

“It’s not a prank, Finn,” she begged, her eyes full of tears. “I need you to trust me.”

Even if she was acting, he couldn't leave her standing like this. His Finn-stincts kicked in, and he pulled her in to him, wrapping his arms around her as she breathed heavily into his chest. His head whipped to Alfie, and he looked at him, confused. 

“Alf… no way?”

Alfie’s jaw quivered, and his eyes dropped to the floor. “I’m so sorry, man.”

Finn’s heart was beating a million miles a minute. “Gotta say, I didn’t see that coming.”

Alfie suddenly kicked into gear, trying desperately to explain himself to Erin, as she just turned her body away from him, pulling herself tighter into Finn. 

Finn found himself getting progressively angrier, as Alfie spurted excuse after excuse, blaming Suresh, then blaming Finn, then blaming Arlo, then blaming Erin herself, accusing her of cracking on to Suresh behind his back. He couldn’t believe Alfie didn’t just take some fucking responsibility. Acknowledge he’d hurt her. Fucking apologise. He knew it probably had something to do with him having the softest of soft spots for Erin, but frankly, he was disgusted. 

Erin said nothing, just hugged him, as Finn ran his fingers through her hair in long, gentle strokes to calm her.

Finally, Kat graced them with her presence, caring far less than Alfie did about convincing anyone of her innocence, and he felt one final moment of affection for her for that. Alfie grasped at his final straw, telling them that Kat had been the one to initiate everything, and the two of them bickered back and forth. Finn could barely believe it. Once again, Erin had been painted the villain, despite doing everything right. It suddenly washed over him how unbelievably cruel the entire villa had been to Erin, and she'd taken it in her stride, her chin up, a smile on her face, as she tried to hide how deeply she was hurting.

But he could see it. He looked down at her, her face buried in his chest, arms wrapped around his waist like he was the only person she knew would always be on her side.

Well, it was about time he showed her how right she was.

Alfie and Kat were so distracted by their argument, that Finn was able to take Erin’s hand and walk right past them without either of them even noticing. He led her away from everyone, down to the only place he knew they’d get any actual privacy. A small, empty storeroom that the camera crew used to throw extra cables in. He pulled her in, flicking the light on, and locking the door behind him.

“There. It’s just us now,” he soothed. “You’re okay, Beour.”

She looked like she was going to cry, but she swallowed it back, shaking her head. 

“Thank you, babe,” she sighed. “I must say, a part of me knew he’d do something like this. He’s just that fucking immature.”

“Well, gotta say, I kinda expected it from Kat, too,” he chuckled. “I guess that’s what we get for not sticking to our own age group.”

Erin chuckled, and threw her arms around him again, pulling herself close to him. “I hate you a little bit for not believing me right away.”

“D’you blame me?” he chuckled. “Your acting’s too good. Shouldn’t have cried wolf so many times. But you asked me to trust you, and I did.”

He felt a smile tugging at Erin’s face, and she laughed a little. “I know. And thank you for that. It… It means a lot.”

"You know I can't say no to you." Finn smoothed her hair, and kissed her affectionately on the head. “But we do need a safeword for pranks.”

Erin laughed louder, and she pulled back, smiling up at him. “God, you’re seriously the perfect guy, you know that?”

“I do, Beour. I absolutely do. You don’t get an ego like this being mediocre, now, do you?”

She shook her head, and sighed heavily, settling back into his arms. God, it felt so incredible to hold her like this, her beautiful soft skin under his hands, the fabric of her beautiful dress so foreign under his fingers. He wished he could take her out of it. Could run his hands over her entire body. 

He pictured her breasts in his hands, the soft curve of her ass in his palms. How the soft skin of her thighs would feel as he teased them with his lips. He could feel himself starting to harden, and he thought about shifting it away from her, but Erin only pressed more firmly against him.  

“Can I ask you something?” she whispered.

“You just did,” a shit-eating grin on his face. 

She rolled her eyes, and flicked his arm with her fingers. “I’m serious, for once.”

“Alright, one question. Maybe two, if I feel like it.”

Erin paused for a moment. “Why didn’t you pick me?”

Finn smiled as he pulled back, gazing down at her to make sure she was serious. She was; a rare moment of vulnerability that begged him to give it to her straight. 

He sighed. “I thought Kat would be the less jealous of the two of you.”  

Erin snorted with laughter, and he joined her, grinning. 

“I know. God, couldn't have been more wrong, right? But with your cheating ex being here, you can see how I… anyway. Now I know that you’re not like that, but I didn’t at first. I judged you. Wrongly.”

Erin nodded, but she paused again, as if pondering a question with a very different implication. His heart picked up, and within a minute it was beating so fast he was sure she’d be able to feel it, letting the silence linger as he waited for her to ask the second question. 

Erin took a deep breath, and he readied himself, only for her to exhale again. He stroked his fingers down her back, tracing them slowly back up to her neck, as he threaded his fingers into her hair. 

Silently begging her to ask it. 

“Do you regret it?” she whispered. 

His fingers were twisted in her hair, but he released it, tracing his fingers along her jawline as he tilted her face toward his.

He drew her gaze, falling headfirst into her deep brown eyes. He leaned in closer, the feel of her soft breath on his lips like a whisper from her body to his. 

“Every. Single. Day.”

No sooner had the words left his lips, did she have hers pressed to his. Erin’s hands were in his hair, and his dropped to her waist, pulling her against him as she grasped handfuls of him. He’d kissed her twice already in the villa, but in that moment, it felt like they’d been waiting a lifetime to do it.

The feel of Erin’s body against his was like a high voltage shock, the electricity making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, willing to die for the feeling as she sent him into a desperate rhythm of tongues and lips. God, have mercy, she was undeniable to him. In that moment, he realised how deeply obsessed with her he truly was. He wanted her. Needed her. He was burning up at the thought of her. She dragged her teeth along his bottom lip, pulling him into her, and he groaned with delight as she used the distraction to drop her hand to his belt. 

“Whaddya say to a bit of payback?” she whispered, running her hand down the front of his rapidly tightening trousers. 

“Don’t get mad, get even?” he chuckled. 

“Mmm. But getting even’s not gonna cut it.”

He groaned, and dropped his lips to her neck, licking and kissing at the sensitive spots he found. She was jolting under his hands, responding to his every move as she spread her legs, grinding herself against him as she moaned. 

Finn turned them around, lifting her up onto a small table, and dropped his hand to her thighs. He ran his fingers over the outside of her underwear, already feeling her wetness through the flimsy fabric. He groaned, flicking them aside, and slipped two fingers between her folds. She whimpered as he found her clit with ease, running it between his fingers as he gently teased it. 

“You always this wet, or does revenge just get you hot?”

She chuckled. “Surprised you’re not assuming it’s you.”

Finn huffed a laugh, and grinned at her. "I was pretendin' to be humble.”

Erin kissed him hard, and he groaned into it, moving his fingers faster on her clit as he teased her. She groaned and gasped and whispered his name, and he slipped his fingers lower, teasing them inside her, one after the other. His thumb riding her clit as she rode his fingers, her hands wrapped around his neck as he stroked her g-spot. 

“Fuck, Finn, that’s so good,” she whispered. “But I need more of you. Please.”

“Tongue or cock?” He growled, and the most delicious moan fell from her lips. 

“Cock. God, please give me your cock. I want to feel you inside me. I want–”

But she was interrupted by him pulling his fingers from her, sticking them in his mouth to lick them clean. She watched him, her mouth open, as he savoured her, running his tongue between his fingers to taste every last drop of her. 

“Shame,” he said. “You’re fuckin’ delicious.”

Erin gasped, grabbing for his trousers, undoing them so fast he barely registered what she was doing. He groaned as she slid from the table to her knees, face to face with his cock, and she chuckled. 

“Of course you fucking go commando.”

“Easy access, my darlin’.”

She tilted her head back, looking up at him as she opened her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip as she tasted his precum. “Oh God,” she whispered. “You taste fucking incredible.” 

She ran her lips down his length, and he groaned, but pulled back. “Get up,” he commanded. “You said you wanted me inside you.”

Erin obeyed, standing up, and he turned her around, pulling her underwear down and pocketing them. 

Finn pressed on her back, bending her over in front of him. He knelt down briefly, allowing himself another taste of her as he licked her from behind. Her thighs twitched, and she moaned, her hands pressing against the wall, as he stood and aligned himself to her centre. 

He knew they didn’t have much time, but he needed to time it perfectly; long enough for Alfie and Kat to be looking for them, but not so long for the production team to beat the door down.

So he thrust into her. Hard. He gave her his whole length all at once, and she cried out, arching her back as the noise reverberated around the room in an echo. She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning. 

“Again.”

He withdrew from her, slowly, slowly, and drove back into her, his fingers digging into her hips as he brought her back to meet him. Erin cried out again, her hands against the wall, securing herself as she finished the movement with a roll of her hips. 

He groaned at the feeling of her gripping him from every direction, and pulled out once more, but instead of one hard thrust, he gave her two slow ones, and she moaned even louder. 

“God, please, Finn, just fuck me!”

He chuckled. “Only if you promise you scream my name when you come.”

Erin smiled over her shoulder at him. “Deal.”

He briefly considered being gentle, but quickly changed his mind as Erin shuffled, angling her hips forward and locking him in with how tight she was. 

He gasped, cursing out loud, as he noted why Suresh and Alfie were so keen on keeping her all to themselves. Finn had never left a woman unsatisfied, but Erin had the type of pussy that would make him blow in seconds if he didn’t start concentrating. Her perfect ass grinding back against him as he buried himself in that vice-grip of a pussy, his hands holding her curvy hips, her long, dark hair a mess of waves down her back. 

Erin moaned his name, and growled her approval as he slipped his hand between her legs.  His thrusts became more forceful as he watched her body tighten under his hands, the table slamming against the wall with the force of his thrusts.

God, the noise, the unbelievable noise of it was almost hurting his ears, the banging of metal and slapping of skin as he thrust into her harder and harder.

“Yes, Finn, like that, oh my god,” she groaned, moaning louder with each thrust. She felt so good, the grip of her, the slick wetness as she took every inch of him with ease, each individual ridge inside her igniting him as he hit them, over and over.

“Fuck, you feel fuckin’ amazing,” he gasped

He adjusted his stance, and she gasped, her head falling back as he felt her walls began to tighten. He groaned, angling his tip to smack her right in the g-spot, as her moans became mewls, and her mewls turned to cries. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped, as she clenched tighter and tighter around him. 

Fuck, he was close, his entire body shaking as he furiously circled her clit, desperate to feel her, to see her, to hear her…

“I’m gonna come,” she whispered, her volume in a deep crescendo as she raised her voice louder and louder. “I’m gonna come, Finn, FINN!”

Erin cried out, her voice only contributing further to the din, the sound of her screaming his name over and over the most delicious thing he’d ever heard. But the sound of her ecstasy ruled above it all, completely engulging him as he came inside her, his body sucked into hers as she locked him in her vice. He groaned, her name falling from his own lips, worshipping her over and over with his thrusts. The clanging of the table slowed as he did, the loud chorus of noises replaced by only the sound of their own breathing as they came down together. 

“Holy fuck,” Erin laughed.

“Holy fuck indeed,” he agreed. “That was fuckin’ amazing.”

“Mmhmm,” she chuckled, groaning as he pulled out of her. She stood, and he smirked as he handed her her underwear, before pulling his trousers back on. 

“So…” she blushed. “Before we go out here and face the repercussions… where does this leave us?”

Finn stepped forward, cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her softly. “We can sleep on the daybeds for the next few nights. Don’t care. I just want you.”

Erin laughed. “So what happens if I don’t want you?” 

He sighed, and rolled his eyes, sweeping her into a deep kiss that had her melting into his arms. And as he released her, she practically had stars in her eyes. “Yeah, but you do, so that’s not something we’ll need to worry about.”

Erin’s face broke out into a wide smile, and she giggled, as he righted her.

As soon as they opened the door, they were surrounded by people, the producers furious, Eddie, Dana, and Arlo practically falling over themselves trying not to laugh. Kat looked like she’d already sharpened her claws, Alfie avoided eye contact, and Suresh looked like he was damn near about to burst into flames. 

He had absolutely no idea why, though. Not one of them had had a kind word for Erin for weeks. All they'd done was accuse her. Gaslight her. Call her names. Make fun of her behind her back.

Finn took Erin’s hand, and walked past all of them. 

Not one of them deserved her but him.

#litg #litg writers room #writers room #litg fanfic #love island the game #prompt #ask #litg finn #litg season 5 #litg eitv

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Dearest Mary,

may I please request something where Riven and reader [girlfriend/fiancée/wife] smoek together while being woth their friends and one of the others (maybe Sky, Bloom or whoever) notices reader wearing Riven's clothing?

ofc i can

"That's not your shirt", Bloom frowned as you flopped down on Riven's lap, earning a pained groan from him. You raised your eyebrows and took a pull on your newly lit cigarette.

"Nope", you said, leaning your back against Riven's chest. It was autumn, yet his body was oozing warmth as always. Like a superpower. In winter, he was basically your alive heating pad. Which was just amazing, especially because you froze really easily.

"It's Riven's", Sky explained, walking in from the bathroom. They'd been showering. Together. "I'm surprised he's got any shirts left."

"Why?", you snorted. "Because he never washes them or because I wear them all?"

Riven sneaked his arm around your waist and stole your cigarette right from between your fingers.

"I do wash my shirts", he muttered, pretending to be offended, even though you could practically hear the grin on his face.

"Sure", you nodded, completely and absolutely lying. "That's why there's always dirt stains on them when I put them on."

"Both", Sky interrupted, making you look up again as he put on his own shirt and Bloom flung herself across his bed, phone already in her hands.

"I'm surprised you still have any towels", you chuckled. Riven held the cigarette out to you. "Or does Bloom bring her own?"

Sky rolled his eyes and joined her on the mattress, draping an arm around her waist. You took the cigarette from Riven and inhaled.

"Very funny", he said, voice muffled by Bloom's hair. "Do you have to smoke in here?"

Riven made to respond, but you were quicker.

"Do you have to be such a goody two-shoes?"

It wasn't really true, of course, that he was that goody-goody. But he was a prude. Didn't smoke at all, barely drank - sometimes you were surprised he could deal with Bloom's recklessness.

Riven chuckled onto your skin, goosebumps raising on your arms.

"God, can you two stop bickering for one second?", Bloom asked, exasperated, throwing her phone onto the pillow next to her and looking up at you. You huffed.

"If he stops being such a prick."

"That's your brother!", she called out, pointing her finger at you.

"Exactly!", you shot back. Bloom just groaned, turning around, away from you, and you rolled your eyes when you heard the sound of them snogging.

"God", you muttered, tilting your head to face Riven as you took another pull of the cigarette and then offered it to him. He was grinning, of course.

"You're hot when you're sassy", he breathed. Wonderful - your brother was annoyed and your boyfriend turned on. You just raised your eyebrows.

"You're hot when you smoke", you grinned. You glanced at Sky and Bloom, then back at Riven. "And if you don't kiss me now, they're gonna win this weird snog-a-thon that they started and I don't let my brother win. Anything."

#winx riven x reader #riven x reader #riven winx #fate riven #winx riven #x reader #ftws #fate winx saga #fate series #fate the winx saga #winx

[locatislunaticolupin]

Day Four: Don't Look Now

Written for day four of @remadoramicrofics. 528 words. Also available on Ao3.

“Don’t look now,” Edda said, “but your parents are snogging”.

Teddy, being five, said “No, they aren’t”, because there’s nothing worse than your old, gross parents being loving in public, and proceeded to make sure to loudly express his distaste when he swung around and saw them, in fact, snogging. That, at least, made them laugh, which meant they were no longer snogging.

“Why do you two gotta be gross?!” he loudly proclaimed again when Dora caught him from behind, swinging him and kissing him in that noisy, obnoxious way she saved only for embarrassing him in front of his friends.

“Edda doesn’t think it’s gross, do you, Edda?”

Edda, being seven, said, “It’s very gross, Miss Lupin”.

Dora brought a hand to her chest and gasped loudly enough that a few adults in Edda’s mom’s garden party turned their heads.

“How very dare you. Are you telling me you wouldn’t kiss your husband and son if they were as handsome and sweet as mine?” she declared very dramatically. Edda stifled her giggles when Teddy, still in his mama’s arms, groaned as loud as he could, as if he could hide Dora’s voice behind his. He almost got her to drop him when he went dead weight.

“No, I don’t think I would, miss Lupin. I don’t find them particularly handsome nor particularly sweet, after all”.

Dora gasped again from where she was now almost bent in half holding Teddy’s weight, but then seemed to think it over, finger tapping her cheek.

“I am too good for these goofs, aren’t I?”

A second later, her husband tickled her neck and Dora shrieked. Teddy shrieked when his mom almost dropped him (which she didn’t, she hugged him tighter while twisting away and he screamed again because too tight, mama). Edda, who’d seen Remus coming and who’d also seen the finger he’d raised to his lips, guffawed.

After the party, after leftovers were shoved into their hands and promises of seeing each other soon, isn’t that football game soon?, were made, the Lupins walked home. And they would have spent that time together anyway, but there was something special about the long dirt road, the pink and yellow and orange and purple sky, the chirp of the crickets, the starlings’ and chaffinches’ last flights home, the smell of a summer day gone by. They were quiet, this time, letting time well-spent settle in their bones.

Dora and Remus leaned on each other, swaying, hands weaved together and steps out of sync. Teddy was their little satellite, running ahead or behind his parents and exploring the flowers and bees on the ditches’ banks, the funny rocks on the road. He scared flocks of birds, mooed back at the cows, and swung a long branch around. Sometimes, he looked back at his parents, looked at their hands (knew there was something there warm and safe, something calloused and gentle and strong) and he ran to them, and they caught him (because they always, always did), and they walked home together, their three long shadows stretching to the horizon, melting into one, until Teddy ran off again, being five and happy and careless.

#remadora microfics #remadora #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #teddy lupin #i had the shittiest day on day four so i wrote like five versions of this prompt and they're just as messy as my head was oh dear #one tried to tackle gender roles that's how lost i was #so i allowed myself some cursilería and comfort in the final version which still isn't up to my usual standards #the good thing is that while day five will also be late i already have day six written so i can catch up #anth: this house is an orchestra

[starchaserdreams]

Wolfstar Microfic: Infatuation

James was frustrating Remus. They'd been walking together back to the castle from Hogsmeade, but Remus couldn't handle him being so sure he was right much longer.

Remus tried to speed up, but between his smoking and the fact that James was a star athlete, Remus really didn't have any hope of being able to outstrip him. 

James kept pace easily, barely seeming to notice that they'd sped up, which infuriated Remus to no end.

"I'm just saying," James went on, "you should tell him, he might feel the same."

Remus scoffed. "He does not. And I barely even do! I don't love him. Maybe I don't even like him. Maybe it's just, I don't know, infatuation and it'll pass by next week."

James took Remus' arm and gently slowed them to a stop. Remus looked around, but there was no one nearby to see or hear them.

"Mate, it's not a brief infatuation. You've been in love with him since at least the summer."

"Have not!" Remus argued immediately, "we first had this conversation three days ago!"

James leveled him with a look. "You think I can't read you, Moony? You haven't been able to take your eyes off him for six months. And you're not alone. You're everything to him too. Talk to him."

Remus kicked at the dirt where he stood.

Finally, he sighed.

"I didn't think I was that obvious."

James nudged him gently in the arm until he looked up. "I'm not just anybody, you know. Probably nobody noticed except me. I just know you better than I know myself. And I know you love Sirius."

"Yeah," Remus muttered, "but it'd be easier if it was just a brief infatuation thing. It'd be more manageable."

James just shook his head.

"Yeah but think of the upside if it works out."

Remus smiled despite himself. "Yeah, true."

"Oy!" A voice called from ahead of them, "Moony, Prongs! I was just looking for you guys!*

"Hey Pads," James said when they reached each other, "I have to meet up with somebody, why don't you guys spend the rest of the afternoon together in Hogsmeade?"

Sirius grinned, but Remus found himself blushing; he knew what James was doing.

"Of course!" Sirius said cheerfully.

"Perfect! Moony had some stuff he wanted to talk to you about anyway," James said, grinning harder.

Remus narrowed his eyes.

"Who were you meeting up with again?"

"Oh, just someone," James said cryptically, waving the question away with his hand. "But I'm late, later lads."

There was a beat of silence as they watched him walk off.

"What was that about?" Sirius asked, turning to Remus.

Remus scowled. "Nothing, he's a traitor."

Sirius laughed and slung his arm around Remus' shoulder and led them back towards Hogsmeade.

Then I won't ask about his secret friend. What was it you wanted to talk to me about then?"

Remus sighed.

James would get his way, the traitor.

"So it's like this," he began. 

And ten minutes later Sirius had him pressed up against a tree snogging him to within an inch of his life.

Damn James for being right.

@wolfstarmicrofic

#sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #remus lupin x sirius black #infatuation #wolfstar microfic #dead gay wizards #marauders era

[reneeluv154]

Doctor Dawkins pt2

This is part two, there will be a part three!

I hope you enjoy my loves! ❤️❤️

I contemplated how I was going to climb into the carriage.

“No! You can’t!” My mother screeched from the doorway.

“I promise Miss y/l/n, she'll be back as soon as possible, this was her decision.”

Dr.Dawkins rushed to help me into the carriage being cautious with his hands. He hopped in beside me being quick to close the door, we were already moving along the dirt road before my mother could pry it open. I shook my head and scoffed a laugh, “Crazy she pretends to care.”

“What makes you think she pretends?”

“She would do anything to get me out of that house, I’m nothing but a mistake to her.”

I knew he was looking at me but I continued to stare out the window, holding back tears.

“Well, even if she does believe such a thing, it’s positively untrue.”

The rest of the ride was spent in a somewhat uncomfortable comfortable silence. Watching the city bustle was one of my favorite things to do, that is when I had the chance. My eyes were set out for adventure. I first found a lady in blue buying three ripe tangerines, three kids ran towards a small band playing in the street, and Miss Cora stood in the alley snogging a man as usual.

“Here we are.” Dr. Dawkins interrupted my observations and helped me out of the carriage.

“Hetty, I will need you to do a full body inspection on Miss y/l/n here, I’ve given her a few stitches on her arms so be gentle.”

“Of course Doctor.” I barely had the chance to observe her before she grabbed my arm, forcing me to wince.

“What have I just told you? Gentle.”

The doctor scolded, and she nodded, avoiding eye contact just as I had in the carriage. She now only motioned for me to follow, I walked with her, giving Dawkins an uncertain look which he only nodded to with a reassuring look. She led me through a door and into what looked like a storage closet. The look on my face must've given me away cause her next words were,

“The rooms are filled, it’s not like you're the only one who needs tending too.”

I didn’t like her tone and the way she looked at me, as though I was some borderline whore. She locked the door behind her.

“Strip.” I rolled my eyes, beginning to slowly undress partially out of fear of ripping my stitches and partially out of uncomfortability.

“I don’t have all day.”

I bit my tongue and quickened my pace.

“You're good, other than those bruises and cuts, you should stop that.”

Yeah, no shit, is what ran through my head but I only raised my eyebrows and let them fall.

“Dr Dawkins should be around somewhere, it shouldn't be too hard to find him.”

With that she walked away, her chin held high as if she was of more importance than anyone else.

“Hey.” I jumped at the sound of Dawkins' voice, he stood wiping his hands of blood.

“You scared me.”

“I apologize, for both scaring you and the bloody sleeves.”

I scoffed a laugh, “No it’s okay.”

“So, everything okay?” I followed as he walked up the stairs.

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“You suppose?” He opened a door to what looked like much more than a patient's room.

“Yeah, I'm not great but I'll be fine.” He nodded, stepping into the room and leaving the door open as he walked over to a wardrobe opening it up before removing his shirt to put on a new one.

“You may come in if you'd like.”

I closed the door and situated myself at a wooden table in the middle of a small kitchen. He came and sat in front of me, setting two cups of fresh tea down. I took the tea in both hands feeling the warmth flood through them, giving me a sense of comfort.

“Y/n.” The seriousness in his voice was something that took the little comfort I had completely away.

“Your mother has left the city.”

“What.” I breathed

“You're going to have to stay at the hospital.”

Might make this a series!❤️

#tbs #tbs fanfic #tbs imagine #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #artful dodger #jack dawkins #jack dawkins imagine #the artful dodger #the jack dawkins #jack dawkins the artful dodger #the maze runner #artful dodger fanfic #artful dodger smut #artful dodger imagine #thomas brodie sangater smut #a5 the glue #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #a5 newt #newt smut #newt imagines #newt imagine #newt fanfic #benny watts fuck #whitey winn #benny watts sex #benny watts fanfic #benny watts smut

[ellorypurebloodculture]

dear el, how are u doing today? I had a meeting w my advisor today, she sent the zoom meet link like 3 hours before the meet and my verbal report for her was only like, 3 minutes, which covered like, 3 questions lol but hey at least i got thru today?

Ff req, i had a thought for this, earlier, was like oo what would happen with squib reg and petunia, but then i scratched the thought, so.. ff request: reg/lily pls with magic in a modern era magical world? Pc or not up to u~ thx

Hi, Pluto! I'm okay. 😊 Congrats on making it through today! 💛

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Regulus Black scoffs as his brother's stupid friend makes a total arse of himself in front of Lily Evans. She might be the prettiest fire enchantress at the academy, but she's much too good for the likes of James Potter.

"Lily, I'll owe you a favor if you set him on fire!" Regulus calls, still annoyed about the time James used his earth magic to bury him up to his neck in the dirt when he was five.

She snaps her fingers and tiny flames teasingly scorch the ends of James's stupid, shaggy hair that always looks like he's just gotten thoroughly snogged in a broom cupboard.

Lily smiles at Regulus and says, "Dinner in town?"

Regulus smirks as James squawks even louder at that and replies, "Absolutely."

#ellory answers #ellory writes #five sentence ficlet friday #regulus black/lily evans

[elysianymph]

SOMETHING SIRIUS AND MARY PLEASE PLEASE

coming out as a saintstar truther

“She’s just such a bitch!” Mary yelled out, kicking her foot against the ground, getting dirt on her oxford shoe. She was glad they were away from the main courtyard of the castle where some annoying prefect would've heard her and yelled at her to watch her language. Here, hidden between the trees behind the Hogwarts castle, Mary was free to curse and shit-talk her friends all she wanted.

Sirius stared at her, expression caught somewhere between amusement and sympathy. He moved away from the wall he was leaning on, took his cigarette out of his mouth and moved it to Mary’s lips, expecting her to take a drag. “Come on, I know you want to,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a grin.

It only served to infuriate Mary more as she pushed away his hand. “A drag of your cigarette won't help me fix my stupid friends!”

Sirius shrugged and leaned back against the wall, putting the cigarette back in his mouth and presenting the half empty pack to Mary instead. “No but maybe an entire cigarette will,” he said, sending Mary a quick wink that would've gone unnoticed were she not so focused on his face.

“I doubt it.” She looked at him sceptically.

“Nicotine helps stimulate your brain to think of solutions,” Sirius argued, shaking the cigarette pack in front of Mary’s face, like he was waiting for her to give in. “Or at least helps you relax. I’m scared you’re gonna blow up with anger, doll.”

With one final look at Sirius’ convincing eyes, Mary gave in with a sigh and took one of the Marlboro Reds from the pack and brought it up to her lips. Before she could do it herself, Sirius’ hand came up to the tip of her cigarette and he snapped his fingers, creating a spark. Mary looked up at Sirius as he did so, watching the fire reflected in his grey eyes. When he caught her gaze he grinned, all lopsided and sharp canines and so undoubtedly Sirius.

Mary inhaled as Sirius lit the cigarette then leaned back against the wall. A moment later she removed it from her lips and exhaled the smoke, watching it swirl around in the air. Sirius’ eyes remained on her the entire time. “See? Already better,” he teased, moving closer and bumping their shoulders, “Now tell me what troubles our dear Evans has been giving you.”

“She’s just so-” Mary tried to find a word to describe Lily’s behaviour but when her brain came up short, she settled for: “Ugh!”

“Sounds like her, yes,” Sirius nodded thoughtfully as he brought his cigarette back to his lips. Mary gave him a look and Sirius shrugged. She knew Lily and Sirius didn't particularly like each other — or rather they couldn't stand each other — but she didn't understand why they couldn't just compromise for her sake.

“I went to the library with her this afternoon because guess who cancelled on her study session again!” Mary watched Sirius’ nose scrunch up in disgust as he raised an eyebrow at her, asking for confirmation. Mary nodded. “So like the good friend I am, I stepped in so she wouldn't have to be alone. We go to the library and sit down and she starts talking about how it must be so weird for me to be in the library to actually study.”

Sirius made a face at that comment. “I ask her what that’s supposed to mean and she's like,” Mary took another drag of her cigarette before mimicking Lily’s voice, “‘Well, usually you’re a bit too busy snogging with your boyfriend behind the bookshelves to pick up a book. That excuse has gotten old by the way, no one believes you.’ Like I care! It’s not my fault she can't get herself a boyfriend!”

Sirius let his cigarette fall onto the ground and stepped on it with his shoe. “Well, I think our snogging behind bookshelves is keeping us from becoming moody bitches like some of our friends,” Sirius said, turning around to face Mary with a smile on his face, his eyes locked on Mary’s full lips, “So I think it’s best we keep it up.”

“Oh, does the snogging only work when it's behind bookshelves?” Mary asked with a grin as Sirius came even closer to her, their lips barely a hairsbreadth apart.

“Let's test it out,” Sirius whispered before pressing their lips together.

#idk if i like this tbh #BUT HERE YOU GO <33 #sainstar #mary macdonald #sirius black

[startanewdream]

Read your post about Ginny getting the diary in her 5th year. And I just can’t stop thinking…

Warning this is going to be long (pls ignore my English errors, its not my first language, not even my second😅)

Just imagine Harry simping for her, while she is simping for him too. Her telling Tom about her feelings and that he is „the best friend of my brother and the chosen one, how many clichés do I need ??“

And Tom being the same age as her actually simping for Ginny too ( the soul) so it decides Ginny could be a perfect new „holder“ for him.

Because Diary!Tom doesn’t need to come back „from death“. If we stay with canon everything happens but year two. (Ginnys first year)

So in year four (Harrys) Voldy comes back, but Lucius (pretty dumb Lucius) gives the Diary to Draco who loses it, which is the reason why Ginny got it. (Because in Ginnys 5th year Malfoy sr is in Azkaban)

In his second and third year (Harrys) Ginny is still very umm well embarrassing, clumsy and very shy to Harry. In Year four (Harrys) she is already popular around other people, but when it comes to Harry, she can’t act normal. Until that thing with Voldy happened and Ginny started to see Harry in a complete other light.

He was always the boy who lived, someone unreachable, which made her always think less of herself (not that Harry ever made her feel like that!!). Why would the boy who lived, the prettiest boy she ever laid her eyes on, like some poor, ugly redhead like her?

That illusion disappeared very soon, when in Summer 1995 Ginny finally SAW Harry.

(Which made her fall even harder tbh)

But she started to act like a normal human being around him, started to make fun with and of him, they got closer as friends and when Sirius died, she was there for him.

Which ding ding ding

Made Harry fall in love with her (and the fact she was a great flyer and determined and competitive like him)

So its Harrys sixth year, he is pining sm on Ginny, who is dating Dean, because she needs to get over Harry. He obviously doesn’t see her as Rons Sister anymore, but as a close friend. And she can’t risk that friendship. So Dean was the best option.

The only one who really knows about her feelings is Tom.

Tom, her other best, also attractive friend. (I am actually a Tom/Ginny hater, so this is weird to write for me)

Ginny doesn’t really understand, why she can talk and see Tom, but anybody else isn’t able to do the same.

Tom tells her that she is special, not like other girls.

She doesn’t act foolish around boys, (Ginny thought about Harry and how she acted around him, but didn’t say it out loud), she didn’t mind dirt on her face (actually she did, but not during a game. It’s after every training session and every Match, she would run to the bathroom and tries everything to clean herself up and complains about it with Demelza and Katie), she didn’t have thousands and thousands of ex-boyfriends (she thought about Neville and her first kiss, Micheal and her first snog, Dean and her first sexual experience), she doesn’t wear makeup (well, duh, make up is expensive, but she wished she could) and she doesn’t care about what she is wearing (That hurt Ginny actually. She did care, but she couldn’t just tell her parents she wants new clothes , could she?)

But she still loved Tom, became even obsessed with him, which weirded her out. But she just couldn’t resist him anymore.

And Harry?

Harry was sure he couldn’t deny his feelings for Ginny anymore. So watching her silently and being happy that Ginny consider him as a close friend was enough for him. He knew he couldn’t risk their friendship and lose her, if he told her about his feelings.

Yet, watching her made Harry realize that something was wrong with her. She started to act cold distant and buried herself in her diary.

Harry and Dumbledore are still searching for Horcruxes and still trying to find them.

Harry was still obsessed about Malfoy jrs secret mission. Harry was still trying to find out why the muggleborn Hogwarts students were turned into stone and thought it has something todo with Malfoy(Yk because in year two nothing happened)

When Harry finds the Diary, he couldn’t resist but tried to read what Ginny wrote in it ( as he was always watching her, he knew immediately that it belonged to her), even though he felt shit about it.

Only to find out it was a horcrux. (And when Tom Riddle told him his name, Harry needed to act foolish and curious, so Voldemort wouldn’t think he already knew about what was going on)

Harry, not thinking about it, left the diary in his room and told Dumbles about what he found out. Both go back to Harrys Dorm only to find his things destroyed and thrown away.

The whole finding the chamber happens and Harry finally arrives there (alone). He finds Ginny in a blood circle with ancient runes and sees her acting not like herself.

And it finally hits Harry that Voldemort tries to obsesse her, like he did in Harrys 5th year. He fights against Tom Riddle who comes out of the diary , fights against the basilisk and finally, finally defeats the Horcrux (little does he know that Tom split himself again and made Ginny his new Horcrux)

And that’s when Harry snd Ginnys first kiss happens.

Its desperate and out of shock. Harry is still bleeding and poisoned by the basilisk snd fawkes didn’t heal him yet, but Harry was just so happy so relieved he didn’t care. Ginny didn’t either tbh.

Both cried telling the other that they were so afraid, asking each other if it was okay that they kissed, that they didn’t want to risk their friendship, if the other really had deeper feelings for them.

And when Ginny showers that night, she doesn’t see the scar under her left breast.

And yeah…

Well that could be a beginning of that cool AU👀

I love this idea so much right now, so thank you for making me write/think about this😅

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 😍

I hadn't thought about mixing the two ideas but it was just *so perfect*!

I really loved all the insights here into how it would have happened in Ginny's 5th Year and everything made so much sense. This was just what I was trying to conceive, thank you so so so much for sharing this!

#Hinny #If you ever turn this into a multichapter fic #count me in!