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Second Hand Ideas

Coriolanus Snow is thought to have married Julia Pompey. She is thought to have died from Snow's use of poison. Here is what happened between those two events.

Warnings; canon typical violence, coryo, grief, blood, mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation

Julia knew her husband had always been a genius in his own way. He had saved his name and regained the honour of his family. But sometimes, just sometimes, she wondered how much of this was owed to others. How many times he heard something and claimed it as his own when a lightbulb went off above his head.

Julia had accidentally provided her husband with some of his worst ideas. She hadn't meant to do it. An errant comment thrown into conversation, late night discussions with a man who could never have truly loved her.

He hadn't always had the power to act on his ideas, his own inflated self of importance years ahead of how others thought of him. But he had saved them somewhere in the recess of his brain for later use.

Watching the young girl face her audience, watching the grim determination overcome her features as she attempted not to cry. Well it was all just a little bit too much for Julia. She excused herself from the viewing room and locked the bathroom door with shaking hands.

She would die, that little girl. She would die and no one would remember her in a year. No one ever remembered the losers. That was the point. She understood it all. Or at least she had once. She had sat at dinner parties and laughed about it all, like it was trivial. But it wasn't. Those children died.

Julia thought of her own children, her grandchildren. Her babies. Grown as they may be, they would always be her babies. She couldn't imagine the pain that went through the mother's hearts as they watched their children reaped, year in and year out.

Her heart weeped while she attempted to her dry her eyes. He would know she had been crying. He always knew. She suspected he probably had cameras here in this very bathroom. In every room. In every house. District and Capitol alike.

By the time Julia had composed herself and taken her seat the readings had moved on and she watched with an aching heart and a disinterested smile on her lips and children sobbed and volunteered and accepted their faith.

But her mind was stuck on young Katniss Everdeen. Of the blonde haired sister, Primrose, who had been reaped. Of how every slip in the glass bowl had held the same name. Hundreds of times over and they didn't even know it.

An offhand comment, a young girl flaunting the rules, hunting in the woods, selling to peacekeepers. Providing for her starving family. She had no idea what she had been risking. She had no idea how heavily watched those woods had been. No idea about how her father had been killed in an accident that had never been an accident and now her sister's reaping, a freak statistic given she had only been entered once.

"She's protecting her family. Her sister." The beginning of a second hand idea. An off hand comment about the girls derision for the rules made by Julia had accidentally ruined that young girls life.

"She'd break the law to protect her sister. I wonder what else she would do?"

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Julia had met her husband in a hospital. Not very grandeur or romantic. Just a hospital room with beeping machines, weeping cousins and rattled breathing from an old lady. Coriolanus hadn't cried. Tigris had done enough for the both of them.

Julia had been a medic in training. Assigned the slower cases, the elderly and the terminal. She didn't do much besides record heart rates and administer Morphling. Mrs. Snow had been her patient. She had spent her dying days in the hospital and consequently, Julia had met a young Coriolanus Snow.

She almost hadn't realised his attempt to romance her, as subtle as it was. Romance would be the wrong word. He had a perfunctory plans with which she fit into. She was educated, of reasonable old money, and most importantly, she was pretty.

While Julia had never asked Snow of his past, she had known a substantial amount. She had known of Lucy Gray Baird, the disappearing victor. Snow had loved her. In the only way he knew how. He had, in his own head, owned her.

Julia was young enough to believe that Coriolanus' desire to possess her was love. He was a handsome man with prospects that varied as wide as the imagination. His charm led Julia to believe he could do anything. His vanity led him to believe, and achieve, the same.

They had married quickly as Coriolanus rose in the ranks of game makers, his ideas allowing him to stand out. The renovations of the arena, the victor parades, the primping and beautifying of tributes.

Every suggestion he made was received with praise and rejoicing at the new age of the Hunger Games. By the time the last of their three children had been born, Coriolanus was directly involved with the Quarter Quell. His studies were almost completed and his ideas revered. Every year something bigger and better came from him.

For the Quarter Quell it had to be special. It had to be massive. It had to be his very best idea.

"I just don't think the academy mentors can relate to those children." Tigris had said at tea one day.

And thus the Victors were dragged back to the Capitol kicking and screaming to try and keep those children alive. To fail, over and over in the wider districts because any living mentor from those districts were once offs, lucky escapes and the most fortunate of unfortunate circumstances.

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By the time their first grandchild arrived on the scene Coriolanus was Head Gamemaker. The second ever Quarter Quell was fast approaching and trouble had been rising in the districts again. It had been making those in the Capitol uneasy and it hadn't gone unnoticed that certain things had become limited such as coal and fruit.

"You can't go back and punish them harder. You can't just make it worse. Is losing twenty four children not enough?" Julia had asked.

The announcement that the victors would be doubled should not have surprised her. It should not have made her gasp. Nothing should have after thirty five years of knowing Coriolanus.

She had learned over and over that truly nothing was below him. She hadn't known everything of course. Not from the beginning or else she was sure she would never have married him. She could've been free. She could've gotten away before she had been dragged under.

She had thought about it once. Leaving. Times had been rough, her marriage on tenuous grounds as her husband's evil began to shine through without shame. He had been a servant, the man who had taught her what love actually felt like.

Her second child had been born only weeks before and Julia associated those weeks and months that followed with a deep sadness. Alarbus had taken notice of her, cared for her when he found her crying. He had tasted the salt on her lips the first time he had kissed her.

Avox's had just began to become common punishment in the Capitol, traitors who lost the use of their voice and had their tongues removed.

Alarbus found out the hard way that it was not a painless procedure. His tongue had been presented in a gift box while Julia had been nursing her daughter. She had almost dropped the baby in shock. Alarbus, who had presented his own tongue under his master's orders, had caught her.

He disappeared the next day, something Julia presumed had to do with the bloody razor left in her bathroom. She didn't know which of her lovers had left it to her, which would hurt more.

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President Coriolanus Snow. It had been terrifying as his enemies dropped in the months following his Inauguration. No one could argue with him now. Least of all his lowly wife who spent hours avoiding her husband and his greed for more power.

His dinner parties with victors whom he had chosen to be his special pet projects. The young boy with the winning smile, the golden haired siblings, the genius engineer, the razor toothed beauty. All his to keep and show off. Rewards and bribes for powerful men and women.

He ruined everyone he touched. His own cousin had cast herself out, ruining her beauty just to remove association to this monster of a man. A monster she had tried to shelter from the darkness, not knowing it lived within him.

He had brought this darkness onto himself. He had followed his ideas to the end, his weapon had become a double edged sword. Punishing Katniss Everdeen for trying to keep her family alive had brought an end to his reign. The Capitol looked just as it had when Julia was eight and bombs and gunfire were the sounds she associated with daily life.

A full circle had been formed. They had returned to the dark days, all because of her husband's obsessive watch of the District 12 fence. Hoping that one day his song bird would climb it and return. Hoping one day he would get his chance to own everything he had ever wanted.

Instead he had taken her free spirit and accidentally set it alight with the districts.

The last straw had been the song.

Something ticked in Coriolanus' jaw. A muscle, a nerve. Julia didn't know. What she did know was that the end was near. The Hanging Tree echoed beautifully around the empty viewing room. A wine glass sat to Julia's left. A glass that was always within reach but she had never drank from.

Her husband had gotten drunk and loose lipped once. He had told her of Lucy Gray Baird and Sejanus Plinth. So now Julia laughed because she knew Lucy Gray Baird would have. She knew Sejanus Plinth would have. She knew the rebels would.

She lifted the glass while she laughed, looked her husband in the eye and drank deeply.

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chokemewanda · 11 months

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This mid literally adorable. Like the big rough Joel acting like a teenager with a crush 🫠

Crush

Summary: Joel Miller has a crush for the first time in thirty years, and he isn't sure what the hell to do about it.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: ~3.5k

Warnings: flirting, fluff, Ellie and Tommy bonding by playing matchmaker and annoying Joel, assumed unrequited affection, mentions of violence, menace status Ellie and Tommy, Joel might be ooc but I can't tell, Joel has a lil bit of a voice kink lmao if you squint

A/N: This fic came to me like a premonition. Joel is so weird because he doesn't know how to deal with having a crush and I think its very cute. Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy!

Joel ain’t quite sure how it happens.

One day, you’re just one out of the many in Jackson. The next, Tommy’s teasing him over having a crush.

Crush.

Like what? He’d asked. Like a damn kid?

Exactly like a damn kid, Tommy had answered. Just like a damn kid. Ain’t ever seen you like this, big brother.

It’s horrifying, because it's true. He's enamored, smitten. He has a fuckin' crush.

It becomes worse when Ellie notices.

“She got something stuck to her backside or something? Why are you looking at her so much?” Ellie openly squints across the room at you.

The question is loud, posed in the middle of the lunch rush in the canteen. Joel’s heart nearly leaps out of his chest. “Would you — Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Ellie. Keep it down.”

Luckily the chatter drowned out her voice, and only Joel seems to have heard her. You laugh and put a hand on the forearm of your friend, clutching at her, your other hand clenched on the brim of your stetson.

“So,” Ellie prompts. “Does she?”

“No,” he grumbles, drawing his eyes away from you. He glances at Ellie briefly who is smiling at him, before he refocuses on the bowl in front of him. “I ain’t lookin’ either. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ellie just laughs and shovels another bite of food into her mouth. “You so are, man. Tommy’s right, you’ve got it bad.” She drags out the word bad, stretching it until Joel tells her to shut up.

He manages to keep his gaze off you for all of six seconds before furtively searching for you again as Ellie chatters on about something else.

You aren’t in line anymore but sitting at a table. You’re listening to someone talk, a pencil tucked behind your ear. There’s a smile playing around your lips, your eyes crinkle at the corners.

Joel’s never seen anyone look so effortlessly beautiful, just sitting still—

“Dude!”

“What?” He snaps, head whipping back to Ellie.

She rolls her eyes, “You’re just proving my point. Have you even fuckin’ talked to her?”

“Of course I have.”

And he had.

Exactly once.

Tommy had fallen ill and you’d volunteered for the patrol shift he would be missing.

Something about you left him a little tongue tied, though he isn’t sure you’d noticed. He has a reputation for being quiet anyhow, and you’d filled the silence with so many words he hadn’t needed to say anything.

The tight shape of your ass in your jeans as you rode ahead of him only distracted him a little. Sure, you had a voice he could listen to forever, and yeah, maybe you looked like some kind of goddess riding through the autumn light, red and yellow leaves swirling down around you—but that didn’t mean a damn thing about what he was feeling. That choking, stuttering, warm feeling fluttering around inside him.

“When?” Ellie demands. “I’ve only ever seen you look at her.”

Joel rolls his eyes, and scrapes the remaining bit of chili from his bowl. “Patrol.”

“That was weeks ago!”

And ever since then, he can’t seem to stop seeing you, he can’t seem to stop looking at you and for you, listening for you, the sweet lilt of your voice. But he hasn’t approached you.

But that's a fuckin’ pipe dream.

He’s sure you have a bad impression of him after your one and only patrol together.

Joel stands, “I ain’t had much cause to cross paths with her again. Now finish eatin’ and leave it alone. I don’t got a crush.”

Ellie grumbles under her breath as Joel returns his dishes and leaves the canteen. Outside the autumn sunshine is warm. The sky is clear and perfectly blue. He breathes out and shakes himself.

His brother and his kid might be right.

He might have a damn crush.

If only you weren’t so goddamned pretty. When Tommy told him he was changing shifts with someone, he’d expected someone like himself, like Tommy. Someone who would just get the job done, quiet and gruff.

Most are.

But you’re sunny as sunny can be. Cheerful.

He’d assumed you’d lived most of your life in Jackson, coddled and protected from the harsher realities of the world. But you were new to Jackson, had only been there a couple of years.

When he asked Tommy about it, he’d just shrugged. Always been like that, ever since she got here. She’s been through shit, but she’s just like that.

“Hey,” a voice calls from behind him now as he crosses through the center of Jackson. It’s your pretty voice. Christ, he could listen to you read a phonebook. Footsteps pound along the pavement. “Joel.”

The sound of his name in your mouth sends something rolling up from his gut to nest down in his lungs, a burning kind of pain that’s half pleasurable.

Jesus, your voice. He wants to hear you sing, he bets you sound so good. He wants to hear your voice in other ways too, panting, with his name on your lips.

He turns to find you, in all your shimmering, pretty glory, catching up to him. Something seizes him by the throat. His tongue is too big for his mouth, his breath caught in his throat. When was the last time he felt like this?

Years. Decades. Maybe when he first met Sarah’s mother, before things got complicated and everything fell apart between them.

You come to a stop in front of him and smile.

It’s a beaming, radiant smile.

It makes him feel like he’s having a heart attack.

Jesus. He needs to get a grip.

“Hey, darlin’,” he manages, clearing his throat. “You need somethin’?”

You blow out a breath, your cheeks puffing out. You rock back on your heels and stuff your hands in your pockets. “Well, maybe it's a bit forward of me,” you start, making Joel’s heart lurch in a way that he swears physically hurts him. He’s too old for this. Too old for crushes, too damn old for heart palpitations.

“My usual patrol partner isn’t gonna be able to make my next rotation,” you continue. “And I thought we got on pretty well that time I filled in for Tommy. You think you’d wanna come along with me this time?”

The corner of your mouth lifts in a little smile.

He swallows, tracing the bottom curve of your lip with his eyes. You have your stetson on now, and even though the brim of the hat shields your eyes from the sun, you still squint at him, those little crinkles appearing by your eyes.

“You can say no,” you say when he just looks and doesn’t say a damn thing, laughter in your voice. “I won’t hold it against you.”

Joel shakes himself. “No—I, of course. ‘Course I will.”

“Really?” You sound surprised.

He lifts a brow, “Is that surprising?”

You smile again. “Despite what I said before it did seem like I was a little much for your taste last time.” The twist of your lips turns self deprecating.

Joel doesn’t mean to ask why you’d think that, but the words fall out anyhow. “How do you mean?”

“Ah, c’mon, now,” you roll your eyes. “I know how I come across, and I know what it makes people think of me.” Before he can get a chance to respond to that, you’re continuing on. “So you’ll really be my partner?”

“Sure,” he agrees again, like it doesn’t make him sick with nerves. Being alone with you for hours on end. “Just lemme know when.”

You beam and flick your hat back with your forefinger to get a better look at him. “Great, thanks!” You give him the day and time of your rotation, but all he can focus on is how you still have that pencil tucked behind your ear, the curve of your cheek, the column of your throat.

Seemingly without warning, or maybe he just hadn’t heard you, you spin away and make your way back to the canteen.

“So you’ll actually have a conversation with her this time?”

“Ellie—”

“I’m just sayin’, man. You gotta snap that one up. You see how everyone looks at her.”

Embarrassment like he’s never known it blooms in his chest. “Ellie,” he sighs again. “Go back to the damn house.”

She relaxes further into the pile of hay she’s lying on, a comic book Joel had found for her held up in front of her nose. “No way, I gotta see this.”

“Good morning!” Your sunny, sugared voice echoes from the entrance to the stables.

Ellie peeks at him over the edge of the comic book, clearly waiting for him to make a fool of himself. He tightens his grip on the reins of the horse he’d been saddling and glances around the edge of the stall. “Hey, sweetheart, good mornin’.”

“Ready to go—Oh, Ellie, good morning, honey, what are you doing out here?”

Ellie gets slowly to her feet, making a show of dusting her jeans off, hay feathering down as she does. “Just seeing the old man off,” she quips. “Didn’t want him to get lost on the way over.”

You smile and laugh. “Hey if you meet us when we come back, I’ll get you those colored pencils like I promised.”

Joel nearly strains his neck when his head snaps to look at Ellie. She’s just smiling, the little shit. “Oh, yeah, I’ll definitely meet you when you come back.”

You tilt your head at her tone, still grinning.

Ellie wacks Joel on the arm with the comic as she walks by. “Don’t be weird,” she hisses under her breath.

You don’t seem to have heard, busy saddling your horse. “How are we on time?” You ask.

“We got plenty. You and Ellie—”

He’s cut off by the laugh that slips past your lips.

Joel watches the lift of your shirt, the thin line of exposed flesh between the edge of your t-shirt and your jeans. “Ellie is really good at attaching herself like a burr to certain people,” you confide. “She saw me drawing once in the market. Hasn’t left me alone since.”

Ellie’s room flashes through his mind. The pad of paper she’d started carrying around, drawn pictures of people around Jackson, wildlife, the town, improving with each crack she took at it. She’s been drawing for months.

She’s known you for months.

That little shit.

“She get that sketchbook from you?” He asks, just to confirm as he swings up into the saddle.

“Yep,” you smile over your shoulder and then hook your foot into the stirrup. “Ready to go?”

He nods, the knot in his chest a little looser at the ease between you. He can do this. He can converse with you, get to know you.

Joel feels like he’s never had to talk to anyone in his life when he’s around you. He can’t remember what it's like to have a conversation.

But you more than make up for it.

The way you chatter, he knows you’ve never met a stranger. He does his best to respond in kind, but his mouth and brain don’t seem to be on the same frequency. You don’t seem to mind his short answers, not bothered by his reluctance to say much of anything.

Patrol is quiet aside from a few infected that you both quickly dispatch. You have a wicked aim, more than competent with the rifle you carry.

He had tried not to doubt that you could handle yourself. He doesn’t think you would have been put on patrol had you not been able to. But seeing the determination settle into your features, the stern cut of your jaw as the smile disappeared from your lips, had reminded him that you weren’t the sheltered thing you seemed to be.

You’d known something hard, before. You’d clearly known loss, with the hollowness that pulled at your eyes after the encounter.

By the time you get back to Jackson, you’re smiling again, and Ellie is waiting as promised. You barely have your back turned before Ellie is nudging at Joel’s ribs with her elbow and lifting her brows.

He shakes her off with a grunt, only for Ellie to offer you a place with them for dinner. “Tommy and Maria usually sit with us too,” she informs and you smile.

“I’d like that.” Your eyes briefly flick to Joel and then away. He can’t read the twitch of your lips, the way you duck your head. “Wanna come along for the colored pencils?”

“Yep, c’mon Joel.”

He doesn’t protest, knows it's no use.

The warm, rocky feeling in his gut swims into his lungs when your fingers brush his as you walk along together. Ellie on one side, you on the other. Electric shoots through his veins.

It’s only a matter of damn time before you really do give him a heart attack.

At your place, he sees your drawings. There are portraits of Ellie, Tommy, Maria, other folks around town. A couple of girls on horseback. All of your art is of Jackson, capturing life there. There’s no way you know every single one of those people personally.

And yet, not a single one is of him.

“She’s lookin’ at you.”

Joel huffs and lifts his beer to his mouth. The community hall smells like popcorn, like butter and salt. “She ain’t,” Joel says, keeps his eyes focused on film being projected onto the wall.

“She is,” Tommy insists. “Just look over there.”

Ever since you had dinner with him and his, Tommy and Ellie had decided to appoint themselves matchmakers. Maria rolled her eyes, but let it happen because it so clearly annoyed Joel.

It reminds him of how Tommy and Sarah used to rib him, so he can’t be too irritated with them.

He’s spent most of any of his free time with you over the last few months. He’s better at talking to you now, finds ease in your presence even when he feels warmth settling between his bones like something cancerous. You’re growing inside him, slow moving, choking off all other thoughts.

Joel spends a lot of his time watching you draw anyone but him as you talk his ear off. It’s pleasant. He’ll never get tired of it.

Despite Joel’s words, he can’t keep his eyes from wandering, from seeking you out.

You’re sitting alone at the back of the room and you definitely aren’t looking at him, as he’d suspected. He rolls his eyes at Tommy’s dramatics but doesn’t look away from you. You set aside the glass in your hand and then begin to fidget with your fingers when your eyes suddenly flick up.

You smile as soon as your gaze meets his, your whole face brightening. He swallows, and returns your wave when you raise a hand to him.

“You always were bad with girls.”

He groans. “Tommy would you jus’ let it go?”

“No,” he answers. “Just go on over and sit next to her. What’s the harm in that?”

Joel grits his teeth. “Ain’t no harm unless she don’t want anythin’ to do with me.”

Tommy whistles lowly. “Ain’t never seen confidence so low before—”

“Jesus, alright, fine,” he slams the bottle down on the bar and works his towards you, going the long way around so he doesn’t block anyone’s view of the movie as Tommy’s laugh follows him.

You glance up when he stops by your side. “Evenin’,” he greets, his voice waspish to his own ears.

Great.

“Why hello, Joel Miller,” you respond with mirth in your voice, the melody of it melting into his skin.

“Seat taken, sweetheart?” He asks gruffly.

When you shake your head, he settles himself in the seat next to you stiffly. You stare at him and then glance around. The motion of it is so dramatic and put on that he has to ask—“What?”

“Oh, nothing, I’m just looking for the snipers that must be trained on you,” you joke. “To make you so clearly sit next to me against your will.”

He’s not sure what makes him do it, but he reaches over and cups your chin in his hand to direct your gaze to Tommy. “Right there he is,” he says, releasing your face. “My idiot brother.”

“Ah, so you don’t wanna be sitting next to me.”

“Never said that.”

You grin. “Well I was hoping you’d come over, so color me flattered you aren’t being held at gunpoint.”

He chuckles, his irritation easing. “It’s an honor, darlin’. My brother was just testin’ my patience.”

“Siblings will do that,” you say with a nod. “I think he means well though. Him and Ellie both actually.”

He frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, c’mon, Joel, neither of them are very subtle are they?” You nudge your knee into his. “Ellie asked me if I thought you were handsome just a few days ago. She looked kind of disgusted about it.”

Joel swipes a hand down his face, sweat beading on his forehead. His stomach tightens with nerves. Leave it to those two to ruin something without even trying. He knew they were playing matchmaker, but he didn’t think you knew it too.

“Jesus. I—I’m sorry if either of ‘em has made you uncomfortable.”

You blink at him. “Well, Joel, don’t you wanna know my answer?”

He winces. This is it, you’re putting him, all three of them, in their place. “Not so sure I do.”

You tilt your head and lie one hand against his forearm. “Well, okay. I won’t tell you how I said I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I won’t tell you how that made Ellie gag and say she doesn’t need those kinds of details.”

A laugh startles out of him, heat blooming in his neck and cheeks. He’s blushing like a damn teenager.

He doesn’t dare to hope.

Not yet.

“Look,” you continue. “I knew what they were trying to do these last few months. And I think, maybe, neither of us are very good at this. I’m—I’m certainly not good at this kinda thing. I’ve never needed to be but,” you pull away from him and shuffle through your pockets. “This is what I was drawing that first time I met Ellie. She’s got a keen eye, noticed right away.”

He takes the paper you pull from your pocket, folded into a creased, neat square. When he unfolds it, he finds he’s staring at himself rendered in pencil and charcoal. “Here’s where I embarrass myself and admit that I’ve had a—well, I guess it's a crush. For a while.”

In the drawing, he’s standing with Tommy outside the stables. It’s clearly spring time, flowers budding on the nearby trees. “Was this last spring?”

“Yep. So I jumped when Tommy needed someone to fill in.” You squirm, your hand hovering over the paper like you’re stopping yourself from snatching the drawing away from his fingers. “And then I didn’t shut up that whole time on patrol and you were so annoyed. I thought I messed it up.”

Joel finally glances away from the paper and into your eyes. “Messed it up? Darlin’ I was—Jesus, I still am—struck by you. My tongue was twisted.”

You blink. “Really? So I’m not making a fool of myself?”

It's only then that he realizes how embarrassed you look, that you’re waiting for him to shoot you down, and that he hasn’t said anything to you, not really. “No, no, I’m—”

Joel catches Tommy smirking from across the room in the corner of his vision, and when he looks around Ellie is laughing too, from where she sits with a group of her friends. No one else is paying you any mind, turned toward the flicker of the movie. “So damn obvious about it too,” he rolls his eyes. “Ain’t very good, are they?”

You laugh. “They seemed to be having fun. Bonding over it, really. And there was no harm in it, anyway, so I left them to it. Besides, y’know, maybe getting my feelings hurt a little.” You duck your head, a smile playing around your lips.

“Well, I guess there wasn’t any harm,” he acknowledges. “Sorry, sweetheart but they, uh, they were right. I’m just about as stubborn as a bull.”

You nod. “Got that impression of you.”

Joel swallows, all the words tied up inside his mouth finally coming together, “I might be stubborn. But I ain’t above seeing when I’m wrong.”

“And what are you wrong in?”

“Waitin’ so damn long,” he says.

The room is dark and no one is paying you any mind. When Joel cups your face in his hands, you lean into his touch and the tight fist around his lungs loosens.

You taste like the sparkle of the drink you had been sipping on before he came over. Your mouth is as soft as your laugh, as smooth as the flutter of your voice.

All the I told you so’s he’s about to be in for, are worth it.

#joel miller

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Who Could Ever Leave Me (who could ever stay) - Wolfstar

The Marauders don't have a bassist. Peter fixes this. It isn't his fault that their new bassist is Sirius' one that got away.

Based on all the Marauder Band Au's on tiktok rn, especially rey_indihope

Warnings; gay, so gay. Minor homophobia, not discussed in depth, shitty families

“I booked us a gig.” Sirius looked up from his phone to Peter who was waving around his own phone like a lunatic. He blinked slowly at James who was sitting across from him before looking at Peter again. When no further comment followed the announcement Sirius sighed.

“You booked us a gig?” Sirius asked calmly. “When?”

“Next month!” Peter enthused. “We’re playing in the Leaky!”

“Next month?” Sirius asked before pushing himself up from the sofa. Sirius growled and stalked forward. “You booked us a gig next month in the Leaky?”

“Uh yes?” Peter was slowly losing his excitement as Sirius stepped closer. “Which I know you’re mad about because we don’t have a bassist.”

“So why do it then?” James asked from where he had his legs thrown over the side of the armchair he was sitting in. He had a cigarette dangling from one hand while he flicked through his Instagram feed.

“Cause I found us a bassist.” Sirius paused in his prowl, head tilting to the side as Peter hit the garage door switch. His dramatic reveal made James and Sirius laugh, all issues forgotten.

There, in James’ driveway, were two people, one of them with a bass guitar slung around his neck. The other was a tall ginger girl with her arms folded.

Bass guitar had an overlong wool jumper stretched across his broad shoulders. To top it off he was wearing corduroy. If Sirius hadn’t known any better he’d thrash Peter for even thinking of bringing him here. But Sirius did know better, he knew exactly how bass guitar looked under dim light with tight black jeans and cropped band shirts. He knew how he looked in eyeliner when it was smudged.

Red was wearing a pair of bell bottoms and a blouse with flared sleeves as if she had slipped right out of the 70s. Sirius kind of fucked with it.

“Meet Remus and Lily. Lily plays keys which is gonna help with a few of the other songs.” Peter introduced the pair as they stepped into the garage.

James hopped up out of the armchair, almost burning himself with his cigarette in his haste to greet the pair. He shook Remus’ hand enthusiastically and then Lily’s.

“You’re really very pretty,” James spoke to the pair. “That will help with our sex appeal. Right now it’s just Sirius.”

At long last Remus took in Sirius who was standing with a smirk, leaning against one of the wooden beams of the garage. He let his eyes travel the length of the overly tall man and winked when he met his eyes.

“Fancy seeing you again.” Sirius laughed as Remus blushed. “Must be quite the commute from Cornwall to London just for a band audition.”

“I uh, I moved.” Remus stuttered. Lily nudged him with a raised eyebrow but he didn’t lift his eyes from Sirius who was smirking.

“I’m sure. Let’s see what you’ve got then.” He gestured to the band set up. “You able to sing, Red?”

“My name is Lily.” She scowled before sighing. “But yeah, I can carry a tune.”

“Good. I got a new song, need decent vocals and James’ voice is too deep.”

///

Sirius sat out in the cool breeze, trying to cool down after the extensive run-through of all the music that they could play. Lily’s vocals were more than passable and he delighted in having someone who could hit the higher notes with him.

“I really did just move back.” Remus was suddenly there and Sirius looked up from his spot on the ground. He shrugged, holding out his cigarette which Remus took.

“No worries, it was just one night.” It hadn’t just been one night. It had been the night. The night Sirius left his toxic parents behind. The night Sirius realized he wasn’t straight by any stretch of the imagination. The night he let the quiet man from the bar take him back to some shitty Air B&B and show him what he’d been missing while flirting half the way through the female population of London.

“James is the best friend then?” Remus asked, exhaling smoke. “The one you mentioned.”

“Yeah. More like a brother or well, I can’t really say that anymore. Makes him feel weird.” Sirius shrugged. He looked up when a car turned onto the drive, approaching so close that the tire ended an inch from Sirius's foot. Remus had begun to back up but Sirius played the game of chicken and won.

"You could've moved," Regulus spoke as he stepped from the car, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair. Sirius only laughed while the others piled from the car. Pandora stepped out of the passenger seat while Evan and Barty shoved each other from the back seat.

"You wouldn't hit me. James would be upset." Sirius said and Pandora laughed in that wonderful way that made the world seem alright, even for just a minute.

"I thought that once, Evan still hit me with his bike." She warned Sirius, approaching him as he pushed himself up to standing. Pandora kissed both his cheeks before turning to Remus who was so busy watching he had let the cigarette go out. "Who's this?

"Our new bassist. We've got a gig." Sirius told her and she blinked at him before he sighed. "Remus, his name is Remus. You'll be happy to know he brought a friend. You're no longer our token female."

"Really? Is she as pretty as me?" Pandora asked Remus who stuttered and flushed before looking to Sirius for help.

"Wouldn't be hard Pands, you're a troll." Evan ruffled her hair before grabbing Sirius by his neck and kissing both his cheeks in the annoying way he imitated his sister. Sirius wiped both cheeks before smacking him.

"We're identical twins, Evan." Pandora reminded him, pushing past him to the garage door. Evan trailed after her complaining and Barty called out how pretty Evan was before waving at Remus and disappearing after them.

Sirius pawed at his pockets before finding his cigarette box and holding it open for Regulus who approached with a smirk. Of course, he'd be smirking. Sirius hadn't told anyone but his brother about Remus.

"Thought you were in Cornwall," Regulus muttered around the cigarette and Remus blanched. He looked to Sirius who only shrugged, lighting his own cigarette.

"My brother, Regulus." Sirius introduced. Remus looked even more confused and Sirius knew why. "A lot has happened in six months."

"Clearly," Remus said and turned back to Regulus. "Moved in with Lily last month. She needed a housemate and I needed more than Cornwall."

"Not many handsome blokes in Cornwall then, not like our Siri I'm guessing?" Regulus asked and Sirius laughed despite himself.

"Uh, I guess?" Remus offered. He was rescued by an overexcited James who barrelled out of the garage. Regulus caught him with one arm, the other holding the cigarette away from where James appeared. There had been one too many burns. Regulus was a quick learner.

"Hello, love," Regulus muttered before kissing James soundly making Sirius cringe. He was sick of them. Lovesick idiots.

"This is why I can't refer to James as my brother anymore," Sirius explained and Remus nodded slowly, averting his eyes from the pair who were whispering to each other lovingly now.

"You may as well come back inside, they'll be like this for a while," Sirius explained, leading Remus away.

"Been a while since they saw each other?" Remus asked.

"Like six hours."

///

Sirius was panting heavily, Lily’s sweaty body pressed up against him. She circled her hips against his again and he threw his head back with a long groan, the noise around them blocked out.

She had surprised him in all the best ways. While he had initially thought that Sweet Little Lily who looked fresh out of the 70s had been cute, he had never imagined this Lily in a mini skirt and some form of lacy bralette. She was undeniably sexy and he knew the pair of them made for quite the show.

“Leave me in the morning.” Lily’s voice had the perfect rasp to accentuate Sirius’s voice and she had long since gone from the keys to right next to Sirius up front.

“Although, I don’t want to be on my own.” Sirius arched against Lily and shared her mic in a move that had the crowd below them screaming.

James and Remus filled in the ending of the song from behind their respective instrument. James on guitar and Remus on bass. Peter was giving it his all on the drums. They made quite the group.

Their first gig had been a raging success and since then the Leaky had made them a repeat show every second Saturday. In between, they ventured to different clubs with more and more offers from clubs and even one minor festival.

With the break of songs, Sirius accepted the water bottle James was drinking out of and shook his hair out like a dog. He talked to James while he tuned his guitar and Lily announced the next song from her spot by Peter who was tapping out the beginnings of a beat.

James asked Sirius a question and he held up a finger to pause James. He sang his opening line before turning around.

“Our secret moments in your crowded room.” He rejoined Lily, slinging an arm around her shoulder. She rested her head back against him. “They got no idea about me and you.”

Sirius watched Regulus approach the front of the crowd, leaning his elbows on the stage with a wink in James’s direction. Sirius kneeled down and grinned back at his best friend.

Lily took the moment to grab a drink of water again, lifting the bottle to Remus’ mouth when she finished. Leaving James to be the only one singing.

“Say my name and everything just stops.” The music cut as per the song and Sirius moved his mic to Regulus’ lips.

“James.” Regulus breathed against the mic and the accidental cords James played gave away how he felt about the change.

Regulus offered James a grin before melting back into the crowd.

“I don’t want you like a best friend does!” Sirius threw his head back, making eye contact with Remus.

Remus who hadn’t so much as unintentionally brushed against Sirius in the six months since they’d been in the same band. Sirius was sick of dropping hints but also much too proud to let Remus take the back seat. Sirius didn’t chase.

///

“You’re so fucking-“ James cut himself off in the green room, shoving Regulus against the wall and kissing him senselessly. Lily laughed in delight knowing her and Regulus’ plan worked.

The two of them had spoken about the break in the song. How it would be perfect if someone chose that moment to do something like Regulus’ had. As the only couple in the group, it seemed obvious who would do it.

“What do you say, Red? Wanna buy me a drink?” Sirius asked as they all filed from the room. “I usually get as much from someone who grinds on my dick all night.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type.” Lily laughed, shoving Sirius. He scoffed at her before scooping her up over his shoulder and taking off down the hallway with her thumping his back. “Put me down!”

Lily’s laughter echoed until they stepped back into the bar and he deposited her in favor of draping himself over three familiar faces.

“My favorite lesbians!” He cheered, wrapping his arms around all three in a hug which they returned. They were talking a mile a minute about how good the show was and Sirius basked in it.

“Meet my work wife. Lily Evan’s, the hottest lesbian I know. Sorry ladies but it’s true, look at those legs.” All three women looked Lily up and down before nodding in agreement. “Lily, this is my favorite gay couple, don’t tell Reg, Dorcas and Marlene. And my favorite very single, very hot, lesbian. Mary McDonald.”

“Charmed.” Lily grinned at the group, eyeing up Mary. “Want to buy me a drink?”

Mary, quite shy at the best of times, blushed a brilliant red before nodding. Sirius watched them go, jaw dropped. “You were supposed to buy my drink, you bint!”

“C’mon, I’ll get you one.” Remus appeared behind Sirius, speaking in a whisper against his ear. Sirius knew he practically melted, Dorcas and Marlene’s giggles didn’t help.

He followed Remus to the bar mutely and let the man order his vodka and coke for him. He stood with his straw stirring the drink before looking up at Remus from under his lashes. “Smoke?”

///

The alleyway beside the Leaky was dark and cramped. Sirius lit his cigarette before passing Remus his lighter. He leaned back against the stone wall and exhaled loudly, adrenaline pumping through his body still.

“Bringing back memories?” Remus asked and Sirius barked a laugh. The last time he’d been in an alleyway with Remus hadn’t exactly been like this.

“Some. Although I don’t remember you towering over me.” Because Remus had been on his knees in front of Sirius, pinning his hips to the wall with those big strong hands.

Remus only rolled his eyes, taking a long drag of his cigarette and Sirius grinned at him while leaning further against the wall and angling his hips out. Remus looked him up and down slowly before sighing.

“Relationships ruin bands. And I’m not looking for another quick fuck.” Remus told him and Sirius only smiled around his cigarette as he inhaled.

“You must be thinking of someone else,” Sirius told Remus. “I don’t remember anything quick about it. I remember it being slow and hard and amazing. But you’re right, I am worth more than being a quick fuck that doesn’t even get a text back.”

Sirius let himself back inside and left Remus gaping in the alleyway behind him, cigarette once again forgotten.

///

Sirius was strumming away on an acoustic guitar at the dinner table. His hair fell down over his face as he idly played. Remus found it hard not to notice Sirius these days. Especially when he left his hair loose and wore that black t-shirt that was just a little too tight in the biceps. Remus couldn't be blamed for noticing that.

No one else seemed to find the guitar at the dinner table strange, except Remus. He hadn't even known Sirius could play an instrument. He should've known better. Sirius was always surprising him.

From day one in that packed pub, sweaty bodies pressing close, Sirius's hot breath on his neck, Remus had been surprised. Surprised by how much he wanted. How much he was willing to give just for this one night with this one man.

James set the table as Peter served up dinner. They made sure not to interrupt Sirius or his notebook on the table where he paused intermittently to write something. When Peter plated up Sirius' food he pressed a kiss to the top of his head which Sirius leaned into with a small smile before returning to his strumming.

Remus had seen that content little smile once before and he had ruined it. He'd panicked and kicked Sirius out before his parents woke up in the shitty Air B&B they had rented for their trip to London. He couldn't afford for them to see Sirius, afraid it would've ended badly.

It would have. He learned that much in the last six months.

But The Marauders were the best thing that had ever happened to Remus. He couldn't risk the little family that had welcomed him with open arms. Not just for the sake of the band but for his own sake too. Sirius would understand eventually. Right now he just thought Remus was the cool bassist. Remus wasn't cool. He was fucked up.

"Burning desire," Sirius hummed before crossing words out. After everyone had finished their dinner Sirius was still strumming. Remus hadn't seen him stop to eat but his plate was in fact empty when he and Lily picked up dishes to wash.

Later that night, after all the dishes had been washed and a movie had been watched, Sirius was still there. Remus spotted him on his way upstairs to the unofficial room that he shared with Lily.

The sleeping arrangements changed depending on who was present but most nights he and Lily shared the bedroom next to Peter's. Both of them had sworn they didn't care about sharing.

Peter stopped by the room that night, closing the door firmly behind him and smiling at both Remus and Lily warily. "So tomorrow we're uh, showcasing some new songs."

"Okay?" Lily and Remus intoned, sharing a look between them both before returning to Peter.

"We do it every couple of months. Keeps Sirius and James occupied for the weekend." They didn't have a show this weekend and Remus had presumed it was just for everyone to have a break. The way Peter was speaking made him think it had been planned for a reason.

"Occupied?" Lily asked slowly. Peter sighed heavily and swallowed.

"Reg is going home for the weekend." Oh. Oh. That wasn't a good thing. While Lily knew the bare bones of the Black sibling's history, Remus had been more than privy to it all. Quiet pillow talk of understanding shit parents came back to him and he sighed.

"Why?" Remus found himself asking. "Why would he go back?"

"They don't know. That he lives here with James and Sirius. He hasn't told them yet. They pay for him to live in Uni dorms. They don't even know Sirius is in London." Peter explained in a rush like he was afraid someone would hear him. "So he goes home every few months, as little as possible, to keep up appearances."

"That sucks." Remus sighed and Peter nodded. "Are we supposed to know?"

"Everyone knows but no one talks about it. Evan and Barty come over and we all pretend that nothing is out of the ordinary. Pandora goes home with him. It's not easy on anyone but it helps, knowing he has her." Peter sighed heavily. "His parents think he's dating Pandora and because she's a Rosier they allow it. They'd kill him if he knew otherwise."

Remus understood that much.

///

"Alright, who's got what?" James asks from his armchair. It had never looked so lonely without Reg perched on the side, playing with James' hair.

"I've got two very different vibes going today. Trying to figure out which to show you. Someone else go first." Sirius waved his hand, the little notebook sitting open on his lap.

"I'll go first then. Remus, I need you and Peter for a minute." Lily called them both up. Peter took a seat at his drum set and let Lily give him an idea, setting up a steady rhythm. She looked to Remus as he tried a few different beats to echo with. It took him a few minutes before he got her smile of approval.

"Keep it steady, okay?" She instructed, her hand curling around the mic stand. She hummed to herself for a minute, swaying with Remus and Peter's music before beginning. Remus was so focused on maintaining his rhythm that she was well into the song before he tuned in.

"Saw your face, heard your name. Gotta get with you." Remus idly wondered if Mary had inspired this new song, her name had become more frequent around the house since that gig when they had both met.

"Girls like girls like boys do." Remus listened to Lily, watching her bow to applause and wolf whistles from the others.

"Remus, I need your bass." Sirius huffed, appearing in front of Remus, hands grabbing the instrument and almost choking him in the process. Remus didn't usually let other people touch his baby but he supposed he could allow Sirius to.

"Peter, give me a beat." Remus took Sirius' vacated seat and watched as Peter and Sirius played back in forth before finding a middle ground.

"Now build it steadily. You'll know when." Sirius warned Peter who nodded.

"Combat. I'm ready for combat." Sirius's voice started out haunting, more so than usual. Remus felt enraptured as Sirius sang. He grew with passion as Peter's tempo increased. Sirius' fingers moved across the bass sure and steady.

"Can you see right through me?" Remus didn't know if it was wishful thinking, imagining the song to be about him. It was one night. It couldn't have been enough to invoke a response like that. But Sirius had his eyes locked on Remus as he sang, unwavering.

"You could stay." Sirius was almost whispering. "Combat. I'm ready for combat."

The room was silent before James released a noisy breath. "Every fucking time. You're amazing, Padfoot."

Sirius only ducked his head, placing Remus' bass against its stand and flopping down beside Remus without looking at him. James took to the mic next, his acoustic resting in his lap as he took a seat on a stool.

"We'll have to speed it up at some point but that's not my area of expertise so." James shrugged, tuning the guitar before strumming an idle cord. "Apologies in advance, Pads. It's about Reg."

Sirius groaned but laughed and James took a deep breath before strumming. Remus was too busy paying attention to the heat of Sirius against him to listen to James' beginning.

"Waking up beside you, I'm a loaded gun." Remus understood James' uncharacteristic shyness. It was just blatant sex, that's what he sang about. But something in it was oddly romantic. When James finished he had barely sat before Sirius was back, Remus' bass in hand again.

"Well, if we're gonna sing songs about sex." Remus watched with rapt attention, unable to control his blush as Sirius unleashed what was basically an autobiography of their night.

"I can take it on the ground, if I get too loud you can shut my mouth." Remus had been wary of his parents in the next room and had in fact fucked Sirius on the ground with one hand over his mouth.

"Add that to the setlist right fucking now," Lily instructed when Sirius finished up. Remus was tied between being turned on and mortified at the thought of his sex life being announced to the world.

///

FMRN, as Lily lovingly named it, was in fact added to the setlist. It was added alongside No Control and Come and Go which was Peter's contribution. Tonight was the first time they'd be playing the new songs and the Leaky was packed.

Remus suffered through the first half of the set to Sirius and Lily grinding on each other, sharing sultry glances, and playing with the audience. The last song before they took a five-minute break was Sirius' new song.

Remus expected the usual grinding and sexual tension between Lily and Sirius but instead, they switched it up. Lily sat on the edge of the stage, her legs spread as much as possible with the leather mini-skirt she was wearing.

Mary took her place between Lily's legs and in his distraction, Remus lost Sirius as Lily began singing. Until he felt the presence behind him. Sirius was standing on the edge of the raised portion of the stage that housed Peter and the drum kit.

It left him level with Remus, which he used to his advantage, pulling Remus in with his front pressed along his back. Remus had watched Sirius grinding against Lily all these months and wished loudly for this moment. But he hadn't been prepared to have Sirius whisper Lily's lyrics in his ear as he rolled his hips against Remus' arse.

The only distance Remus got was when it was Sirius' turn to sing but even that didn't give him much room as Sirius kept his arm locked tight across his chest.

By the end of the song, Remus was glad for the break, making excuses to the bathroom. On the way out he bumped into Regulus who only raised an eyebrow at Remus. Remus sighed before an idea entered his mind.

Remus got back on stage with a plan, no matter that Sirius was back in front of the crowd with his hand on Lily's hip as he moved them in a slow sensual roll.

"Our secret moments, in your crowded room." Lily rasped and Sirius pulled her closer. "They got no idea about me and you."

Remus watched, his hands sweating against the bass as Regulus made his customary slow stroll through the crowd and James lit up from behind his guitar. It had become a tradition at this point.

"Say my name and everything just stops." Remus's hands came up to cup the microphone as Regulus covered Sirius' mic with his own hand, pushing it away.

"Sirius." Remus breathed before picking up the song again.

"I don't want you like a best friend." Lily picked up the song as Sirius spun on his knees to face Remus.

"Only bought these clothes so you could take 'em off." Sirius sang from his position on his knees. "Carved your name into my bedpost. I don't want you like a bandmate. Only bought these clothes so you could take 'em off."

A crooked finger from Remus had Sirius raising from his knees and stepping closer, into Remus' space. Lily continued to sing but Remus couldn't hear her. He was holding his breath.

"You made your mark on me," Remus whispered against Sirius as he stepped until he was pressed against Remus and his bass. Remus raised his hand, curling it into the front of his shirt and kissing Sirius desperately.

Part two?

#wolfstar #jegulus #band Au #marylily #dorlene

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chokemewanda · 1 year

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Notoriety - Drarry

Harry Prefers to be known for some things more than others.

Warnings - a/b/o dynamics, alpha!harry, omega!draco, pwp, p in a smut, begging, slight d/s dynamics, i'm wary of tagging tbh don't want it taken down

Harry Potter is known for a lot of things. He has been since shortly after his first birthday.

He's known for defeating the Dark Lord twice, for fighting in a Wizarding War, for winning said war, for being the youngest Professor in Hogwarts, and for being Witch Weekly's most eligible bachelor for eighty-three consecutive weeks.

He's also known for being the coolest godfather ever, the best friend a man could have, and for being the most awesome professor ever. All three of these are the accomplishments Harry relishes in having, clinging to those compliments when the others attempt to be too heavy to carry.

He's been accused of many other things.

Never this. Never in his wildest dreams had he hoped or even allowed himself to hope for this.

Draco Malfoy was willingly in his company, willingly stepping between Harry's spread thighs with flushed red cheeks.

Things were tentative, still just new to them both.

"You have to be the most self-restrained Alpha I've ever come across," Draco murmured, lowering himself to his knees.

No one had ever accused Harry of having self-restraint. Especially not Hogwarts' newest Potion Master. The second youngest Professor to ever be employed by Hogwarts.

"Is that so?" Harry's voice had dipped several octaves, coming out closer to a growl as Draco rested his hands on Harry's thighs. He smelled overbearingly sweet, the scent resting on Harry's tongue and reminding him of Honeyduke's most decadent chocolate.

"I've never had the issue of having to beg before, Harry." Draco looked up through his lashes, biting on his bottom lip. "But if that's what it will take then I'm willing to."

Harry freed Draco's lip with his thumb, smoothing the teeth mark gently. Draco's eyes were almost black as he slipped the digit into his mouth, letting his tongue brush the pad of Harry's thumb.

"Isn't there a three-date rule?" Harry chuckled, pressing down on Draco's tongue, trapping it so he couldn't speak, could use the usual Malfoy snark. "I'm trying to be a gentleman, to court you."

In truth, Harry had wanted to bend Draco over the hardwood of his office desk that day he had approached Harry tentatively on his first day in Hogwarts. He had come to make amends as if Harry could hold a grudge against the man.

As if Harry had a choice. As if he hadn't been half in love with him since they were children. The obsessive stalking, the dreams that had plagued him since he had first presented at sixteen.

There was something confusing about wanking yourself raw every time he spotted the man he was supposed to hate so fervently. Especially in the midst of a war where they had fallen on opposites sides.

But this Draco Malfoy, Professor Draco Malfoy, was no angst-ridden teenager. He was for all intents and purposes, the most attractive Omega Harry had ever seen.

Long graceful limbs, hair that had been grown out just long enough for Harry to wrap his fist in, and an arse that Harry had a hard time taking his eye off.

Harry watched saliva pool along the sides of his thumb, dribbling down Draco's chin as Harry kept his thumb in place, keeping the Omega silent.

Draco mewled, his hands sliding further up his thighs to the button of the Alpha's slacks. Harry allowed Draco to undo his button but caught his hands with his free one when they moved to his zipper. He stared Draco down when he swallowed roughly and dipped his head slightly in deference.

"I'm trying to treat you as I should. Trying to be chivalrous, walking you back to your door every night, buying you flowers, and treating you like a proper Omega should be treated." Harry reminded him. He pressed harder down on Draco's tongue when he attempted to speak. Instead, a garbled moan fell from his lips.

Harry arched into Draco's hands, pressing them tighter to his crotch with his own hands. "Coming back to my own chambers and fucking my fist thinking of that tight little hole."

Draco's eyes rolled in his head as he began to suck on Harry's thumb in earnest, flexing his hands. "You don't want to be treated right, do you?"

Draco blinked, attempting to focus on Harry's words but he was too far gone, his arousal permeating the air like a vat of Amortentia. Harry inhaled deeply, his cock throbbing. Draco flexed his hands again.

"You don't want me to buy you flowers or drop you off at your chambers every night, do you? You want me to drag you back to my own chambers and fill that tight little hole, don't you?" Harry released Draco's hands, batting them away to undo his own zipper. He freed his cock with a hiss.

Draco's hands fell down by his side as his breath heaved and his eyes locked on the almost angry-looking tip of Harry's cock like he was a starving man. "So here's what we're going to do. You're going to prep yourself, get that tight little hole all wet and loose for me. I'm going to stroke my cock and if you're ready before I come then you can sit on my cock. If not, well then I guess it's your hard luck."

Harry released Draco's tongue, spreading the saliva on it over his cock and groaning to himself. Draco watched with rapt attention, quivering in place. Harry smirked, stroking himself from root to tip before Draco spurred into action.

He vanished his trousers and pants, rather than move from his kneeled position, and his scent's potency increased tenfold. Harry groaned again, speeding his hand up and twisting his wrist just how he liked it.

He'd had a lot of time to perfect his wanking ability, none more so than in the last three months since Draco had joined the faculty. He was surprised he hadn't given himself carpal tunnel with how often he had found himself thinking of Draco exactly like this.

The man in question was moaning loudly, bouncing on the fingers he had unceremoniously shoved inside himself. He was sweating, a red flush spreading down his chest. Harry had missed him vanishing his shirt.

"That's it, baby. Just like that." Harry grunted, fucking up into his fist. "Show me how you fuck yourself while thinking of me."

Draco's eyes rolled in his head but he focused on Harry's cock again, adding another finger if his moan was anything to go by. Harry pressed his thumb against the gland that ran the length of his cock and bucked up again, clenching his jaw.

Draco appraised him with hooded eyes before deciding he'd had enough and scrambled up to straddle Harry's lap. When Harry attempted to push his trousers down Draco shook his head, one hand replacing Harry's and dropping himself down on Harry's cock.

"Let me get these off." Harry insisted, hand on his trousers again. Draco shook his head, freezing on Harry's cock as he bottomed out. His arse clenched and the tight heat had Harry restraining himself from thrusting up.

"Leave 'em on. It's hotter." Draco insisted. Harry smirked at Draco's very obvious interest in this power play, leaving him at Harry's mercy. before he could tease Draco about it his words were cut off by a loud growl as Draco began to bounce on Harry's cock.

"So good, so fucking good." Draco whimpered, falling forward to press his face against Harry's bonding gland, inhaling deeply.

"So fucking tight, Jesus Draco." Harry couldn't fight the urge, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and fucking up into him. Draco was babbling incoherently now, every second word was Harry's name.

Slick dripped down Harry's cock, a sticky mess on his balls and thighs and he was sure that he'd smell of Draco for days to come, all of which drove Harry to fuck into Draco harder and faster.

"Please, please," Draco begged against Harry's neck, his hot breath making Harry's hair stand on end. "Knot me, knot me, knot me."

"That what you want, baby? You want to be the perfect little Omega, taking my knot, huh?" Harry growled against Draco's shoulder before biting down on the soft flesh.

Draco howled, babbling incomprehensibly again. Harry could feel the beginning of his knot, that familiar heat that had his eyes clenching shut. "Don't know if it'll fit, if you can handle me."

"Please, I can. It will fit." Draco wailed desperately. "I'll be so good, I promise. Alpha, please."

Harry tilted his head back as he thrust up, pushing the knot into Draco who screamed. Harry thrust shallowly, pulling at Draco's abused rim. "Please, please."

Three more shallow thrusts had Draco clenching down impossibly tight and cumming between their bodies. He sagged against Harry, hitching sobs as Harry continued to fuck into him, chasing his own release.

"Wan' it, Alpha. Please." Draco whimpered, clenching around Harry's knot. Harry gave in, allowing the sensation to pull him under, his hands clenching into Draco's hips as his vision whited out and he came.

When Harry blinked his eyes open again he smiled gently down at the Omega who was purring contentedly in Harry's arms. Hary stroked a hand up and down Draco's sweat-slicked back and the Omega sat up, clenching accidentally around Harry's knot.

He wore a soft smile, bashful after everything. Harry raised a hand to cup his cheek and pulled him into a sweet kiss, more than aware he hadn't kissed Draco since they were leaving the restaurant they had dinner in.

"Sweet boy." Harry hummed when he pulled away. Draco groaned, attempting to hide his smile in Harry's hand. "How do you feel?"

"So good." Draco stretched, clenching down on Harry again. This time it wasn't an accident. "Think you can go again, old man?"

"You're older than me." Harry protested with a laugh. "'sides, maybe we should let this knot go down first."

"Why?" Draco asked, bouncing himself shallowly. His own cock began to stir with interest and Harry felt his breath catch as he looked over his Omega.

His head was thrown back, one hand against Harry's chest for balance and the other on his own cock. "Alpha, my Alpha."

That one might be Harry's favorite thing to be known for these days.

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chokemewanda · 1 year

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Monster

Masterlist

Warnings: angst, Remus Lupin in general

“Mum?” Remus didn’t get a reply and so he settled in for a wait. His mother said she’d be right back. He hadn’t seen his dad all day, in a lot of days actually. He didn’t talk to Remus anymore either.

He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve that.

He sighed again and stretched his arms as far as they would go when the grew stiff. He didn’t feel right. The heavy weight of the chains pulled on his joints. Tender joints that had been sore since he had woken this morning.

“Mum, please!” He called when the ache spread throughout his body. His gut twisted, pressure building behind his eyes. He cried out when his gums began to split and bleed. His fingernails extended and his back hunched over. “I’m sorry!”

Why had his mother left him alone? Where was his dad? Why did he have to wear the chains? Something was wrong. It hurt. It hurt so bad.

It felt like that night all over again. The scary man who had scratched his claws along his bedroom window. The man who bit and scratched and hurt.

Remus screamed again the noise elongating into a pitiful howl. The tiny werewolf couldn’t fight his restraints but it didn’t stop him trying.

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Shivering. Cold. It was cold. It hurt. Everywhere. Remus woke up in his own bed. But he knew. His mum hadn’t come back. His dad never helped.

The monster hadn’t come back but Remus knew why. He didn’t need to come back because he made Remus a monster.

Monsters didn’t have a mum. Or a dad. They were all on their own. Forever. No one loved monsters.

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chokemewanda · 1 year

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Double - Natasha Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x f!reader Warnings: canon typical violence

The team find out the hard way that you were a double agent.

It shouldn't have hurt the way it did. You were trained for this exact reason. You didn't have emotions, they made sure of this. But the pain wasn't an emotion. Pain was an ocean wave that was dragging you under. The riptides had dragged you down to depths, pressure pounding behind your eyes in your skull. It had taken years, millennia it felt, to get here. Fighting through thick and thin, taking orders, and smiling at teammates like your teeth weren't sharpened with your lies.

The blood that clogged your lungs weighed you down further, settling into the deep. Depths of which had never been explored. Even the ocean waves couldn't remove the blood from your hands. The look in their eyes when they realized that they had made a mistake, a deathly one.

They reacted how you expected them to, rallying together against your force. But they didn't know how strong you could be. You didn't feel strong. Weakness pervaded through your body, your hands shaking. Your training was the only thing that kept you standing. Your knees locked, your finger poised on the trigger, a still body supported by your strength.

He had to die and you had to do it quickly before he woke. You weren't strong enough to fight him while he was conscious.

The good captain was slack-jawed, the chemical compound in his blood rendering every muscle he had useless. His eyelids stayed open, even those muscles out of his control. Even through the smoke, the whites of his eyes were haunting.

Everything had paused, everyone had paused.

Betrayal played across every visible face and even the slump of Iron Man's shoulders gave his disappointment away. You ignored it. You had to ignore it. For your handlers. For self-preservation.

Only one expression stood out. The anger on her face. You had convinced her to take this case. To leave Wanda and Bruce behind. The only two with the capabilities to stop you.

The Soldier and The Archer took a side-by-side stance, weapons trained but they knew. If they shot then your finger would tighten. Not even Captain America could survive a bullet through the brain.

Not the specialized bullets Iron Man had designed just for you. The ones that exploded upon contact. Just like you had asked. Just like you had planned.

It was his way of caring. His way of showing those he loved was that if he couldn't put a shield around the whole world then he would put it around his world. He hadn't planned for this. As much was clear when the face plate slid away.

"You don't want to do this." He told you slowly.

"I do not want." No one had heard the Russian accent so thick in your words before. Not you, not the kid from Brooklyn. Natasha had done the background check. She knew you had grown up not far from the very apartment Steve had been born in. It hadn't been falsified. You had been a plant since birth.

"They can't take this from you." The Soldier promised. "You think they can, they told you they would. But they can't."

"I do not have anything to take." You told him, perfectly calm. Your hand on the pulse point of the Captain kept steady track of his pulse. It would raise as he woke.

"You have a life. A family. You have us." The Soldier thought you were like him. He presumed someone had flipped a switch and triggered your obedience. "They can't take that."

"Who is your mission?" She asked. You couldn't look at her. Couldn't acknowledge her. She was the pain. "Who is the target?"

"You." The word was a breath, barely there and The Archer went to her.

"Then take your shot. Let him go." She held her arms open wide. "I won't stop you."

"You stole from me." You told her. You wanted them to understand why you had done it. Why you had been chosen, why your handlers handpicked you.

"Yeah, I tend to do that." Natasha shrugged. Like she didn't care.

You had been born with a purpose. To help your sister. To be the parts she had needed so badly. Specialized treatment in the hospital had been failing. They needed things that had waiting lists longer than the nine months it would take for you to come to fruition. Shorter than the time it would take to explode a hospital apparently.

If you had emotions you would've been angry. You would have been boiling over with rage. You didn't have emotions though. You just had pain. You hadn't known your sister, but you had known your mother.

Your distinctly American mother who grew up in Brooklyn loving your distinctly American father. Both of whom had replaced your sister with you.

It hadn't been hard in the name of revenge. Your handlers took it in stride, altering a very real birth certificate with a new year. That was all they had to do to make you into her. To make you the perfect homegrown spy.

"You took from me. So now I'll take from you." You warned her as The Captain's pulse began to raise. Someone screamed. Your finger tightened. Several shots rang out. An arrow found a home. For the second time, the name assigned to you took a last breath in a rain of fire and anger.

(Inspired wholly by a tiktok by eliseballoon where MCU characters find out you were a double agent.)

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chokemewanda · 1 year

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Look, its exam season. I haven’t written in ages and the angst just burst out of me 🤷‍♀️