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A Chance Encounter (Lars Pinfield x f!Reader)

Synopsis: A run in with an ex was not something you wanted.

Words: 2.5k

This is kind of an extension of my other fic Ghost Boy. It uses the same reader character with Lars.

“I don’t see why I have to do this.”

Lars grumbling wasn’t new, but it was making you need to hide your smile. Your fingers tightened around his, pressing your face into his shoulder, letting him lead you through the street.

“It’s just drinks with some of the others,” you said, “we can’t live in the lab.”

“We could go home,” he muttered.

You laughed then, muffled in the material of his jacket. You knew Lars wasn’t the most social person, but the offence he’d taken at the thought of grabbing a drink with some of the people from the lab was a step too far. You loved your nerd, even when he made it clear he didn’t see the need to talk to other people.

“One drink,” you said, “you can manage that, right?”

“I guess,” he replied.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

He looked down at you, perking up enough for more giggles to tumble over your lips. His expression softened and he pulled his hand out of yours, sliding his arm around your shoulders. Whenever he showed you affection you melted, just a little bit, enough to fold yourself against him.

“I’ll get a reward?” he asked, bending towards you, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Only if you behave, ghost boy” you shot back.

His lips pressed to your temple, a soft rumble in his chest reminding you how much you revelled in his joy. Your arm curled around his waist, finding its way under his coat, seeking out his warmth.

The bar was loud when you arrived and you knew Lars would be complaining about it. You took his hand again, tugging him through the crowd. His hand tightened in yours and you looked back over your shoulder at him. It wasn’t frustration on his face, but a level of anxiety you weren’t used to with him. You paused, ignoring the complaint from the person behind the two of you.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“Fine,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Lars.” You cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you, “talk to me.”

“Not a big fan of crowds,” he said, eyes darting around the bar.

“You should have said something. We don’t have to stay if you’re uncomfortable,” you said.

“It’s only one drink, right?” he asked, finally looking at you.

“We don’t have to,” you replied.

“One drink should be alright,” he said.

You reached up onto your tip toes to press your lips to his. His arm slid around your waist automatically, the way it always did when you were close enough.

“Why don’t you find the others and I’ll get us that drink,” you suggested, pushing back from him.

It was easy to track his movement through the crowd with his height as you moved in the opposite direction towards the bar. You shuffled through the crowd, squeezing through what gaps you could find. Pushing your way to the front, you caught the eye of the bartender. He held up a finger, finishing one transaction before sauntering over to you.

“Hey, could get a glass of the shiraz and a rum and coke?” you wrested, raising your voice to be heard over the noise.

He flashed you a charming grin and a nod. You lent against the bar, one elbow resting on the slightly sticky surface, eyes scanning over the crowd to find where Lars had ended up. Tucked away in one corner, you could see him, blond head bowed as an uproarious laugh went through the group from work.

“Well fancy seeing you here.”

Your head snapped around, a face swooping into view. A startlingly familiar face. You found yourself rearing back, not enjoying the surprise.

“Liam,” you breathed.

His stupid smiling face was blocking your view of Lars and the begins of panic fluttered in your stomach. The years you’d spent getting this man out of your life came flashing through your mind. He wasn’t awful, he could just be kind go a dick, and so wrapped up in a lot of your social circles. You’d even ended on amicable terms. But then you’d moved to New York to untangle yourself from him. And now he was here.

“I was going to tell you I was in town but then I thought surprising you would be so much more fun,” he said, leaning on the bar in front of you.

Yeah, he hadn’t quite gotten the memo that you guys weren’t friends anymore. Over a year without talking and now he thought he could surprise you.

“How’d you… how’d you know where to find me?” you asked, pressing a hand to your stomach, hoping something would begin to make sense again.

“I didn’t. This was a surprise. I was going to go find the Ghostbusters tomorrow and ask them to help,” he said, “I’ve been watching your videos. They’re really good.”

“Thanks,” you replied faintly.

“Are you here with them now?” he asked, still smiling at you like you’d just made all his dreams come true by existing.

“No, not the Ghostbusters. Just some people from the lab,” you said.

“Cool, cool. Hey, come join me. We can catch up. How’ve you been? We all miss you back home. No one’s really heard from you in ages,” he said all in one breath, making your head spin.

“I wish I could but I’m here with people,” you said.

“Just tell them you want to catch up with an old friend.” His eyes swept over your body, “you look great.”

You did your best to suppress the disgust the feeling his appreciative gaze made you feel. Your whole body rejected it and you found it hard to believe you’d ever once enjoyed it. Biting back a scathing response, you looked away, trying to catch the eye of the bartender.

“So what have you been up to?” he asked, stealing back your attention.

“Oh, you know,” you said, “working. Enjoying the city. Going to bars.”

“So are you seeing anyone?” he asked, eyes sweeping over your body again.

Two glasses were placed down in front of you, your order finally arriving. You flashed a smile at the bartender, tapping your phone to pay for it.

“Well, it was nice running into you,” you said, picking up both glasses, “but I have to get back to my friends.”

“Stay for one drink,” he pleaded.

“I really can’t. I’m here with people,” you said.

“I’ve missed you.”

The guilt. He was always so good at wielding guilt to get what he wanted. You paused, the familiar feelings making you falter. His puppy dog eyes only made it worse.

“Everything okay?”

You blinked, reminded of where you were and what you were doing. A soft hand landed on your waist, pulling you back against a body that made you feel electric. You lent into Lars, glad for his steadying force.

“Hi,” Liam said, the surprise evident on his face. He’d never been good at hiding his emotions. Not from you.

“Who’s this, love?” he asked.

“Oh uh.” You never could have prepared for this moment, “Lars, this is Liam. Liam, this is my boyfriend, Lars.”

You turned, passing the glass of wine over to Lars, looking up into his face. He was staring at the other man, expression hardening. It wasn’t often he looked like that, that expression usually reserved for Gary when he was messing about in the lab.

Or you when you asked him to film a video with you.

“We’re just catching up,” Liam said, “we’re old friends. She’s probably told you all about me.”

“I can’t say that she has,” your boyfriend replied.

His hand slipped down until it was resting on your hip, almost possessive as he held you. Liam’s eyes slipped down to it, disappointment and hurt flashing over his face before he tried to school his features. And yet those damned puppy dog eyes remained.

“So she never told you we used to date?” he asked.

“I did tell you about him,” you said, snatching Lars’ attention, “he’s that ex from my college days. Remember? Caused a lot of fights?”

“Oh, he’s that one,” he said.

His fingers tightened on your hip and you had to wonder what was going through his mind. Glancing to the side, Liam had taken a step towards you, fingers clenched at his side. The look on his face was confusion and heartbreak mingled together and you weren’t sure you had the energy to deal with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“Liam, we haven’t spoken in over a year. I didn’t think I had to tell you anything about my life. We don’t talk,” you said.

His shoulders slumped under your words and guilt was claiming its way up your throat and the need to apologise was growing and the pressure was building and-

Lars’ lips pressed to your temple, breaking you out of the spiral you were finding yourself in. You blinked, turning away from him, into the safety offered by your boyfriend’s arms.

“Can we talk?” Liam asked, his hand landing on your shoulder.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Lars said, his voice hard.

“Please?” That soft voice always used to be your undoing.

You squeezed your eyes shut before you turned back to him.

“We have nothing to talk about, Liam. We’re not friends. We don’t have a place in each others lives. It’s better if you just leave it be,” you said to him, vocalising how you’d been feeling for so long.

“But I still care about you,” he said, sounding lost.

“And I’m sorry for that. But someone who cares for me wouldn’t hurt the people I care about the way you did. They wouldn’t lie to me the way you did. They wouldn’t treat me with the disrespect you did.” It all came out of you in a rush, “you liked the idea of me than the reality. You liked that I made you look so good. You liked using me as free therapy.”

The expression on his face was like you’d slapped him.

“You’re my best friend,” he said, “I thought… I thought there was still a chance for us.”

“And I think you have your answer,” Lars snapped.

Liam finally looked away from you, something ugly marring his face when he saw Lars. His arm slid around your body, holding you close, glaring at the other man. If you weren’t careful it would turn into a tug of war with you playing the part of the rope.

“I’ve moved on,” you said, before a proper fight broke out, “you should too. Find someone else to be your best friend because I quit.”

You turned, one hand on Lars chest pushing him back, feeling proud of yourself. You didn’t always stand up for yourself so when you did, it felt like a big deal.

“Yeah? Well everyone back home only ever says what a bitch you are,” he called to your retreating back, “I was the only one who ever stood up for you. Guess I can stop doing that now since you’ve proven you’re exactly what they all say. A stuck up back stabbing bitch.”

Lars shoved past you, pushing the glass of wine into your hand. You blinked and his fist was up, slamming into the side of Liam’s face. You gasped before dropping the glasses back onto the bar and forcing your way between the two men. Both hands on Lars’ chest, you shoved him back.

“Lars,” you said, not sure if you were angry or proud of him.

“Don’t you talk about her like that,” he snarled, pointing at the man over your shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Liam demanded.

“We should get out of here,” you said to Lars.

“Please do,” the bartender said.

“Come on, ghost boy, let’s just go home.”

You were so aware of the people watching, phones turned in your direction. He pulled his glare away from Liam, looking down at you. His jaw was clenched and you knew his anger was simmering, so close to popping.

“Alright.”

He slung his arm around your shoulders and you led him out of the bar, not even bothering to spare a glance back at your ex and his bruised ego.

You let him stew in his anger for a few blocks. The way he was muttering under his breath was familiar and yet usually he didn’t resort to punching people. Eventually, you had to break the silence.

“So much for one drink,” you said.

“I can’t believe you dated that guy,” he said.

“I know. I made some bad choices in my youth,” you replied.

“How dare he say those things about you?” he growled.

“I know, ghost boy, but you can’t go round punching people who say shit about me. Otherwise you’re going to have to track down a lot of commenters from our social media,” you said, “plus, you tried to get me fires so…”

“I think I’ve more than made up for that,” he said.

You stopped him in the street, forcing him to look at you. His jaw was working and you could feel how the anger was still coursing through him. You shoved him against the wall of the closest building, hands resting on his chest keeping him there.

“Thank you for sticking up for my honour. Honestly, ghost boy, no one’s ever done that for me before. But I can’t have you getting arrested for assault. Assholes like that aren’t worth it,” you said.

“He thought he still had a chance with you,” was all he said.

“And he was wrong,” you said.

“He better be,” he muttered.

You shoved him again. His hands settled on your hip, pulling you closer to keep you from doing it again.

“That was such a stupid thing to do, ghost boy,” you said, head falling forward until it rested against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said, lips brushing your temple.

“But also kind of hot,” you admitted.

A surprised laugh fell from his lips and you looked up at him, squinting in the face of your own hypocrisy.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” you said, “but also you are so getting your reward.”

“That sends a very confusing message,” he said.

“I don’t care.”

Pushing up onto tiptoes, you pressed your lips to his, sinking into his warmth. The hands on your hips tightened, hauling you against his body. Your tongue licked into his mouth and you kissed him deeper until the wolf whistling started.

“Home?” you murmured against his lips.

“I want my reward,” he replied.

“C’mon then, ghost boy.”

Threading your fingers through his, you tugged him in the direction of your home, ready to give him the reward he definitely deserved.

#i was giggling my way through this #thank you #love james acaster🎀

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by the gates — Sebastian Sallow x reader

word count -> 1,511 words

prompts -> i was prompted by in my life/a heart full of love from les misérables! highly suggest listening as you read <3

warnings -> feminine pronouns and ‘girl’ used! spoilers for hogwarts legacy!! other than that, nothing but pure angst tbh

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Perhaps it had been far more than an act of kindness in the girls heart, as she’d escaped with Sebastian over a brick wall, one evening. Perhaps she was losing her mind, driving herself out of sanity. Maybe the girl truly, ultimately believed it was her, her that her best friend was being so lovesick over.

“You don’t understand, you wouldn’t!” The boy, who could hardly be described as anything more than a petulant puppy as of late, had chastised to Y/N a few days ago. His messy hair, ever the uncombed, seemed to fall in front of his face, distinguishing, fortunately, what could only be described as pathetic eyes - at least, described as such by Anne, to Ominis, who was utterly unbothered by Sebastian’s dramatic events. Sebastian seemed more as if he was trying to explain why he needed the newest toy broomstick, rather than why his latest fascination - with a girl, no less - was of such importance that it needed to be discussed every mealtime.

Anne had tutted in an adultish manner - indescribably odd, given the fact ‘adultish’ wasn’t a word she’d been capable of understanding before, and Ominis had simply shifted his wand from one hand to the other, as if he needed an excuse to give a lack of reply to his dearest friend.

Y/N, however, had managed a small, although very much controlled smile, and simply nodded her head, patting Sebastian’s hand once, lightly, as if the boy needed reassurance that his newfound crush was real, not just ‘beautiful, spectacular, and probably better than all characters in the library combined’ - which Y/N hoped so. Some of the library books she’d borrowed had contained some pretty awful protagonists.

Anyhow, the bother wasn’t at the ‘beauty’, nor the ‘spectacular’ attributes of Sebastian’s new lover, but perhaps the real bother was the existence at all. As Y/N had sat opposite Sebastian, bringing her arm back to herself after the almost uncomfortable pat on the hand, she’d quite almost stared so hard, it was a wonder Sebastian hadn’t exploded on the spot - for ancient magic always had Y/N’s back in the most anger-filled of moments, and this seemed to be one.

Jealousy was a feeling that Y/N had always felt ever so horrible to even acknowledge - so, more often than not, they did no such thing. Yet, as her eye twitched at the entire thought of Sebastian holding another, even feeling a way for another, she was half-inclined to tell the boy to shove it, to shut up, to keep to himself.

No such thing had even been uttered from Y/N’s lips, however, and she instead managed a thin smile, before returning back to her book. At this rate, the inventor of the cheering charm was more likely to jump from her textbook and confess their love for her, than the boy she’d loved since he defeated a troll in Hogsmeade alongside her.

So, she found herself back here, wand in one hand, a bouquet of flowers in the other, and as she had hauled herself over the wall, a glance back to Sebastian, even with all her exhausted rage, seemed to melt her troubled gaze away. It had been ‘too windy to fly’, according to Ominis, who was not even meant to know about this evenings events, yet as Sebastian had snuck from the Slytherin common room, he’d told his best friend so anyway - ‘just in case you wanted to know’, being the next choice of words. Yes, yes, Sebastian knew what he was doing - in his own mind, anyway, which is why he’d laughed to himself before mounting the broom. One unimpressed look from Y/N beside him had snapped him out of it, however, as she told him it was ‘too windy to fly’, (making the man realise he perhaps needed to expand his circle of friends) and promptly accio’ed his broom into her own hands - a laughable sight, however, seeing Sebastian suddenly stumble around on air.

So, walking to Hogsmeade Valley had been the next best option. It wasn’t as if Sebastian minded, of course he didn’t, yet he wasn’t the one carrying the flowers - he was merely carrying his ‘charm’, his ‘wit’, and his ‘dashing looks’, as he’d told Y/N, five minutes previously. He was walking ahead, his only semblance of help being his torch, lit with lumos on the dark eve, and as he recited his affirmations of love to his - whatever she was, this girl, he’d hardly noticed his dearest friend, and dearest admirer, walking slowly behind.

He’d always been a pretty boy, Sebastian Sallow, and in his most ambitious times, seemed to portray an utmost sense of courage that Y/N could hardly see herself ever presenting- not in her own mind, anyway. Wind hitting at her face, her hair tickling at her eyelashes as it swept forward, it was impossible not to smile as the boy turned back to her for a second, calling to her that they were ‘almost there’, and to ‘look, just look - it’s as pretty as her!’, his hands stretching out to show off the landscape. Yes, Y/N was sure Sebastian’s lover was as beautiful as the landscape - if she knew how the landscape looked, for it was practically pitch black, other than the lumos.

This mystery girl, her father, or perhaps both parents - Y/N hadn’t had in herself to ask - were extemely strict, and this love, it was forbidden. They’d met in Hogsmeade, the pair of lovers, Dogweed and Deathcap their specific point, for Sebastian had come looking for seeds, and this mystery girl, to tempt her interest in botany further. They’d hit it off since then, supposedly, and rushed letters in the dark, secret messages in code, had been their vocal point of the deepest meanings of love - until today, in which they’d meet again.

Through bars, apparently. This house, in Hogsmeade Valley, it was gated, and stood tall, its ivory wrapping around the manor. Sebastian looked somewhat fazed by this, gulping once, yet Y/N did not have it in her heart to comfort him - not as this mystery girl made her way to the gates.

She was dressed as if she was ready for the most monotone of Yule Balls, with skirts large, and clothing choice a range spanning from beige to grey. Despite the ghostly - may Y/N say so herself - attire, the student couldn’t help but envy the way her face lit up so freely at seeing Sebastian, in a way Y/N could never do so freely, never in front of him - and with the way in which Sebastian had cupped this girls chin with one hand, clearly never would.

The pairs foreheads pressed against each others so lightly, so fondly, it made the girl melt so slightly just glancing at the couple - yet, she knew better.

Receiving a love so sweet would be an utter daydream to Y/N, a girl who had fought so diligently for people, for hogwarts, all of whom she hadn’t even known eight months prior to the events of that awful night, the night she couldn’t quite recover from. She’d recalled the way her hands had shook for weeks afterwards, the way they sometimes did now, and the way Sebastian, after a sweet hug, unlikely from a boy still suffering so much, had whispered, ‘now, about Anne-‘ and then it was back into the cycle again. Y/N was happy to provide, happy to give, it was apparently her involuntary job, now, but she’d never let one soul know how much healing Anne drained her. How she’d sat and weeped outside as Sebastian and Anne made somewhat awkward conversation, for nothing was how it had been, not since Solomon had been killed. Sebastian, he was kind to Y/N, he’d never say it, but the girl knew how the slightest hint of resentment lay still in his stomach, wondering why Y/N couldn’t have hurried up and cured Anne sooner.

It was awfully dark, of course, and both Sebastian and the mystery girls faces were both illuminated by the lumos spell - but not Y/N’s. She simply stood behind, now, her presence unknown - yet, soon reaffirmed, as Sebastian held out a hand behind his back.

Something odd had been struck in the girl, and as she’d stepped forward, she’d forgotten about the bouquet in one hand, and had reached out her hand, almost going to hold her dearest friends hand - yet, she knew better. Instead, a bouquet was placed in Sebastian’s grips, and not one thank you was uttered, as he’d immediately revealed the flowers to his lover.

Perhaps this was all life was to be now. It was not something Y/N should reflect on, yet as she shot another glance to the smitten pair, she caught herself caring too much. Then, she caught herself taking steps, further and further away, into the town of Hogsmeade itself. The air felt fresher, the wind felt kinder, away from the pair. Yet, life felt lonelier.

notes -> this is my first oneshot/fanfiction/whatever ever, so i hope it’s liked!! if there’s any requests pls let me know😋😋🫶🏼

credits -> credits to @soranwai on pinterest for the header!

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