#and like. part of you wants to be absolutely furious and beat up on him and scream at him that he's a horrible murderer

[lxkeee]

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

-PART SEVEN

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim Angel! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Genre: Angst (for now)

Warnings: Swearing and Adam.

Notes: shit is about to go down.

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“Because if you don't, I will personally kill you myself.” [Y/n] added, her eyes glaring down on Adam, her power and strength can be felt through the air and they can tell that she is absolutely furious.

“Oh shit.” Adam muttered underneath his breath. His boss' boss is here.

Adam nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, “Heyyy there [Y/n]... I didn't expect you to be hereee or rather, I didn't expect to see you today... Don't you have work...?” he says nervously, clearly not expecting the news would reach the Seven Heavenly Virtues this soon and [Y/n]'s eyes narrowed even more at him, her wings fluttering behind her back—puffed up and angry.

“Enough Adam, you've done enough pain and destruction here. Take the exorcists and your ass back hOME!” She sneered, her eyes looking at Adam with annoyance, “You and Sera will be held accountable for your actions and for your disobedience and if you don't want a severe punishment then I suggest you go home quietly and quickly. Do you understand?” she snapped, her voice filled with anger and authority. Reminding them who they're dealing with.

Adam avoided her gaze and eventually nodded, “I understood...” he muttered, opening a portal back to heaven with a snap of his fingers, “Exorcists! Fall back and return.” Adam ordered and flew past [Y/n], the exorcists following behind him.

The sinners just looked at the scene in awe, an angel ordering Adam to stop whatever the fuck he was doing and the man just complied without questions.

Lucifer's eyes never left her form, he never stopped looking at her in fear that the moment he blinks she will disappear once more. Like a dust in the wind.

[Y/n] sighed, her angelic form calming down once Adam and the exorcists left, the portal closing. She turned back to look down on the sinners. Her heart ached when her eyes finally landed on her husband. Her mind telling her to imagine it was Xavier but how can she? When Lucifer was missing Xavier's [e/c] eyes? That is not her son, that is Lucifer, her husband, ex-husband?? She doesn't know the status of their marriage and she's in too much in pain to care.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down her fast beating heart, she can feel her body is weakening even more. She barely got any rest, she's also wounded and her healing powers took most of her energy. She just hoped she had enough to last to return back home and back to her son.

She slowly flies down to where the sinners are, to where Lucifer is.

She landed in front of them gracefully, well, a little wobbly.

The sinners and Lucifer looked at her with hesitation, nervous whether she was a new enemy or an ally.

“Greetings, I am Raphael from the Seven Heavenly Virtues.” She greeted, giving them a small bow, “On behalf of heaven and the seven heavenly virtues, we apologized for Sera's, Adam's, and the exorcists' behavior. This cleansing wasn't approved by the others and was done without the other's notice. We will make sure that they will be held accountable for their actions and disobedience. We never intended for sinners to suffer like this.” she says, her voice quivering before kneeling in front of them.

This is so embarrassing. [Y/n] thought to herself.

Their eyes widened in surprise to see an angel, a seraphim angel prostrate herself, her head on the ground as she asked for their forgiveness.

They were also surprised to know that this cleansing wasn't a decision made by the entirety of heaven but just a few people.

Charlie waved her hands, trying to get the woman to stop kneeling, “Um... Please raise your head...” Charlie says nervously.

Lucifer was speechless, how could he not? His first wife that he didn't see for so many millennia is here. His eyes caught sight of a golden wedding ring on her ring finger—the very wedding ring he slipped into her finger when they got married, he could never forget it. She still wore it after all these years, after all the things he has done to her and their family. She waited for him...

[Y/n] raises her head, her eyes tired and... Lucifer doesn't remember her eyes to be this... Sad. His heart broke into pieces. He's done this, he caused her so much pain and it changed her. Those aren't the eyes of the [Y/n] he fell in love with, [Y/n]'s eyes were so bright and hopeful before and now... It doesn't even look like it can see herself living tomorrow. It doesn't even look like she has gotten enough sleep judging by the heavy bags underneath her eyes and the dark circles around her eyes.

[Y/n] avoided Lucifer's gaze, she felt so small and weak underneath his eyes. Even after all these years he still had this much effect on her.

[Y/n] tried to focus on whatever the girl said, her ears were slightly ringing and her eyes were slightly blurring. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand before slowly standing up, wobbling slightly.

Everyone noticed it, something is definitely wrong with her and it made them worry. They can notice how pale she looked and she seems to wince slightly whenever she moves.

“Are... Are you okay...?” Charlie asked worriedly, helping her up and [Y/n] smiled, though it never reached her eyes. The girl looked just exactly like Lucifer, this must be his daughter then?

“I'm just a little tired, don't worry about me.” She says weakly, patting the girl's head.

“I think I would be leaving now, we'll make sure to punish both Adam and Sera for their actions and we'll try to help hell find a better way to deal with its growing population.” She says, gently parting away from the girl's hold. Her body felt heavy and so incredibly exhausted. This is bad, she needs to get home soon.

She stumbled slightly, Lucifer's eyes widened and his body moved without thinking  and caught her effortlessly, her head pressed against his chest, [Y/n]'s eyes widened, her eyes starting to prick, no don't cry, don't cry... He felt so warm and so soft, she missed this. She weakly tries to push him away. She can still smell his signature perfume of vanilla and roses from his suit. The scent calmed her down slightly.

“Lucifer... Please don't... Please don't hold me like this... Please don't hold me like you still care...” she pleaded weakly, trying to push him away. Her arms on his chest, weakly pushing him away but the man wouldn't budge.

These two have history together... The others thought as they looked at the two angelic beings.

Lucifer's heart aches even more but refusing to let go of her and make her fall into the floor, he can tell she's incredibly exhausted by how much she's no longer trying or having the energy to stand up for herself.

“No [Y/n]... I made that mistake before and I promised not to lose you again...” he says, his voice cracking with emotions, slightly choking on his words. [Y/n]'s eyes widened at his words, her heart aching, hurting, she wants to believe his words, but the damage is not so easy to fix. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She nuzzled her head against his chest, her eyes finally rolling back as she passed out into his arms. Physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted. Despite all of that, Lucifer's arms are as warm and comforting as she remembers.

Lucifer's gaze softened, he gently shifted [Y/n]'s limp body so he's now carrying her bridal style. Making sure he's not causing her even more pain.

His eyes returned back to the sinners and her daughter, they looked at him with evident confusion in their eyes. He sighs, “She's... My first wife... First ex-wife.. I don't know...” he answered pathetically to the unspoken question in the air, even he himself doesn't know what his status with her is. They never really divorced each other.

Angel Dust whistled, “Quite a dilemma you got there toots.” he snickered and Lucifer glared at him before sighing, he himself agreed to that statement, “I know...” he sighs.

“I'll just leave her somewhere safe to rest and I'll come back to help fix and tidy up this place.” Lucifer says, summoning a portal behind him and quickly stepping in with [Y/n] in his arms. The others didn't have time to protest as the portal closed before they could.

Lucifer carried her effortlessly in his arms, walking towards his bedroom—it is currently the cleanest as the other rooms were dusty from being unused.

He gently laid her down to rest on his bed, making sure she's not lying down on her hair. He was about to tuck her in when he noticed something golden seeped into her white dress, just by her waist.

His eyes widened, that's blood. Angelic blood to be specific.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

She's bleeding, what the actual fuck happened to her?

He thought to himself, debating whether to rip her dress or undress her so he could treat her wound.

“Oh Satan. I shouldn't overthink this, she's in desperate need of help.” Lucifer muttered underneath his breath, hands shaking. Why wouldn't he? She's finally back in his arms and now she's wounded and bleeding and passed out to exhaustion? He's behind worried!

Think Lucifer, think.

He thought to himself before finally getting an idea. He gently wakes her up with a small nudge, causing the girl fo groan and open her eyes.

Pain, sharp pain on her side is what [Y/n] felt first when she woke up. She could see a familiar mop of light blond hair. Disoriented, her eyes blurry,  and head aching, she just groaned, “Xavier...?” she calls out, thinking it was her son.

“I'm sorry [Y/n], I'm just going to undress you and treat your wound real quick. Can I do that?” he murmured, asking for her consent. [Y/n] just nodded and groaned before passing out again.

Lucifer sighs in relief, snapping his fingers together to remove her dress and changed her into something comfortable and appropriate. A light pink satin pajamas. He lifted up her shirt and Lucifer had to cover his mouth.

So much concentrated negative energy is present on her wound, a wound that is located at the left side of her waist.

Lucifer swallows the lump of nothing in his throat, he sits on the empty spot of his bed. He'll worry later, he needs to heal her as fast as he can. Placing his hand above her wound, hovering slightly. A golden aura radiates from the palm of his hand.

No wonder she's so exhausted, it's taking so long to heal this wound. He thought, exerting more energy into healing her. His eyebrows furrowed as he maintained his concentration, making sure his power flows directly into his hand.

Slowly and surely, her wound began to close in. Lucifer could feel the exhaustion creeping in, the concentrated negative energy making the healing process much more harder.

No wonder she was so exhausted, she must've tried healing herself before coming here. He thought to himself.

With a gasped, the wound finally closed and healed itself. It felt like his life was sucked out of him after healing her.

He sighs, his eyes softening as his gaze landed on her sleeping form. She no longer had that pained expression on her face after healing her and he's glad. He's glad to be able to at least help her and not cause her pain for once. He gently lifts her hand and pressed a chaste kiss at her knuckle before bringing it back down again to her side.

He tucks her underneath the blanket, making sure she's comfortable.

He left her side once more, this time, promising that he'll be back. He just needed to help his daughter. He'll be back before she wakes up.

“Luci...? Please don't leave me again...” she whispers in her sleep, snuggling into his warm blanket. Lucifer's eyes watered, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

“I'll be back before you know it, I'll see you soon, [Y/n].” he whispers before teleporting away in specks of red and golden dust.

Meanwhile, in heaven.

“YOU LEFT MY MOTHER BEHIND?!” Xavier growled, pissed. He glares at Adam, the first man. Annoyed that the man left his mother with his father, THE MAN WHO LEFT HER FOR ANOTHER WOMAN!

“Look, your mom was clearly pissed off and I don't want to face her wrath. I can tell that that woman is holding so much anger inside her and just waiting to blow up.” Adam says nonchalantly, a sigh escaping his lips, shrugging.

Xavier wanted to rip his own hair in frustration. He is beyond worried, he just found out that his mother would be taking care whatever bullshit is happening in hell and she's been gone for hours now! Adam and the exorcists' arrived back in heaven three hours ago and there is still no sign of his mother.

He's worried, he knows his mother has just gotten out of work from the mortal realm and went straight down to hell to fix whatever damage Adam and the exorcists' did.

“Fuck this, I'm going down there and look for her.” Xavier says with a sigh, annoyed at Adam for being good for nothing.

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“you missed me baby?” ony grumbled, his hand tightening around the back of your neck as he fed you the deepest strokes you could possibly imagine. his dick was hitting all the right places and you were completely out of it. you thought it was a good idea to take a break from everything negative in your life and try to be happier and cleaner. which was great to ony until you sent him that wack ass text that he was included in the negative part of your life. the drug dealer was appalled, his body filled with shock and anger as he read your message over and over again.

future bm👩🏾‍🍼

‘this not gon work out no more ony’

‘you too toxic for me and i will never be truly happy and find a man that’ll treat me the way i deserve if i keep fuckin wit you’

ony was furious, but as the chill guy he was he decided against coming to your house or popping up at your job. he knew you would come back to him eventually because there was absolutely no way any man could be better for you than him no matter how “toxic” for you he was. he was a toxin you loved. all he sent was a quick ‘bet’ before moving on with his day, acting as if your words didn’t bring the worst anger out of him. days went by, turning into weeks and before you knew it a month had passed. you were living the happier life you knew you deserved and even started messing with a new guy. jean treated you nice, always picking you up from work and taking you to your favorite spots to eat. he kept you happy and healthy and ate pussy like you wouldn’t believe, but that wasnt enough.

he didn’t check you the way you wanted him to, wouldn’t manhandle you in the way that made you want to melt into the sheets, didn’t say things that would make your thighs shake or heart skip a beat. he didn’t fuck you the way you wanted, the way ony did. so it was only natural that to cut him loose in the end, and take your ass right back where you belong.

“hey mama how was your break” ony said with a smirk as he looked you up and down from his front door. his shirt was nowhere to be found as he stood in his durag and sweatpants. you kept your eyes trained on the ground, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how needy you looked right now. “can i come in?” you whispered, your small voice sending a signal to his dick that it was time to wake up. ony loved how shy you got when you came to back to him, the feeling of pride creeping into his chest every time as he looked at your much smaller form practically beg for him without saying a word.

all he did was move to the side, leaving just enough room for you to walk in before closing the door behind you. ony took in the sight of your outfit. a pretty, yellow sundress that hugged all of your curves as well as some fuzzy little slides that showed the pretty pink paint on your toes. of course these were items he’s bought you, as well as the gold necklace and matching anklet with his initial on it. ony couldn’t help but smile at your eagerness for forgiveness, his dick now fighting with the restraints of his sweats as he watched your ass move as you walked towards his room in the dress he bought you.

before you made it to the bed, you felt his big hands grab at your waist, pulling your back towards his chest as he spoke lowly in your ear. “before we do this i gotta know…..you let him fuck you?” a rush of fear ran through your body, stilling you as you tried your hardest not to look guilty. the feeling of his dick poking your ass distracting you as you took a small breath of air. your action told ony everything he needed to know, a tinge of anger rushing through him as he moved his hand flat on your back before slowly bending you over the bed. “i-it wasn’t like you tho daddy” you whined, your voice dripping with fear as you tried to ease the pain of your actions, but it didn’t work. ony just continued on, lifting up your dress to find that you weren’t wearing any panties before slowly freeing his dick from the confines of his pants. “don’t run”

he thrusted into you without prep or warning, feeding you each and every inch of his dick as you screamed bloody murder in the sheets. your wetness already surrounding him as you felt him already begin to move in and out of you. “must be crazy” his voice was low and taunting, the feeling of his rough palms on your ass making your brain turn to mush. “w-we was never t’gether thooo, and y-you was mean t’me pa” you whined, your words slurred as you tried your best to reason with this man, but ony just scoffed. his hips moving harder and he slid his hand to the back of your neck. he pushed your face deep into the sheets, letting you release your screams there as he angled his dick downward towards your stomach.

“bitch we was always together. who pussy is this? say it” you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came through. just spit and tears reaching the sheets as your walls clenching tighter and tighter around his dick. usually ony would let this slide, but since you liked to go out fucking niggas he had to be a little more stern with you. a hard slap was sent to your ass, the sound bouncing off the walls of his room. the feeling lingered on the fatty flesh as you screamed into the sheets at the contact. “answer me when m’talking t’you mama. unless you want me t’stop” his threat instantly brought you back, your whines much more audible as you lifted your face from the sheets.

“n-nooo don’t stoppp” a smirk planted on ony’s face at your desperation, his hand rubbing the hot skin of your ass while he looked at the white ring of cream surrounding his dick. “then answer me” your pussy fluttered as you told him the words he wanted to hear. “s’yours daddy. s’your pussy” a smirk crept on his face, the golds on the canines of his teeth making an appearance as he moved both of his hands to your waist, pushing your stomach to the bed completely before quickening to a relentless pace. “uhh huh, now tell daddy you sorry” ony’s deep voice sent many shivers down your spine, your arch going even deeper as you felt his dick in your stomach. he pulled your head out of the sheets by your hair, giving you just enough room to talk to him as he continued his brutal pace on your sore pussy. “m’sorry daddy m’never gonna talk to him again”

satisfied with your response, ony gave you a quick “good girl” before easing up just a little, his dick hitting your g spot a little gentler as he pulled your back towards his chest, his hand around your middle as he moved his other towards your chin. his brown eyes looked deep into yours as he searched for any lie, but he found none. ony smiled as he watched your face contort into many ones of pleasure. your release rushing towards you as you fucked your self back on his dick. “you missed daddy baby? missed me right here?” he said, his hand rubbing on your stomach as he felt your walls clench in agreement. you nodded your head, letting out a small “yea” before moving your hand towards your chest, your eyes never leaving his as you pushed down on where your heart was. “m-missed you r-right here too” ony felt his heart swell at the sight, his grills completely bare to you as he gave you a happy smile.

“missed you more mama, next time you touch another nigga ima kill him y’hear me?” your pussy fluttered at his words, eyes struggling to stay straight as you mirrored ony’s smile.

“i hear you”

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[stairain]

Only you, darling.

You tell your professor you want a “real relationship”, it doesn’t bode well at all. 

Part 3 to Bad Idea and Yes, Professor. All three can be read standalone, there's no real plot.

Warnings: Dom Spencer, 10+ year age gap (No defined ages, but reader is over 20, Spencer is under 40), angst, threats of breakup, choking (hand + belt), slapping, crying, brief spanking, dumbification, manipulation, corruption, objectification, degradation.

WC: 2.1K

After the last time you had been with Professor Reid, you’ve been confused about your relationship with him. Maybe it was wrong that he was your professor, and you were his student. Actually, there was no ‘maybe’ about it, it wasn’t good, at all. 

You’re trying to push the guilt away, which is exactly why you’re talking to a random guy you ran into on campus on your way to class. You give him a flirtatious smile as the two of you talk and hang out with each other on a few couches in a common area. 

You don’t notice Spencer watching the two of you though.

You see Spencer out of the corner of your eye, but when you see his eyes glaring at you see that the look on his face is cold as ice. He's not happy about this, at all. But, he seems to be. holding back the instinct to come over and intervene.

He's letting you do this, wanting to see where you’d take this. 

Your heart beat began to pick up and your features turned fearful as you felt his threatening gaze on you. He'll no doubt talk to you about this later, but that’d be the perfect time to talk to him about everything you’ve been pondering for the past few days. The random guy in front of you looks confused, and looks behind him to make sure everything is alright. You sigh and put on a fake smile for the boy.

You reached a hand out to rest against his shoulder as you spoke. 

“Hey, it was great bumping into you, but I’ve got to get home now. I’ll talk to you later..”

You wave goodbye as he walks away, and your smile immediately fades when you see your professor still staring at you with his arms crossed.

Spencer's expression is absolutely cold in these moments, almost like he's not even human anymore. He's barely even blinking, and those eyes.. Those eyes are like lasers, and they're burning into you. It’s like he's trying to look right through you.

He walks up to you, clearly upset, and he's not hiding it at all. He stops right in front of you, his arms crossed almost as if he's standing guard in front of you now. His silence is daring you to talk.

“L-Listen, Sir.. Let’s just talk about this at your place.. Please.”

You silently plead to him, not wanting to make a scene you know he’ll create.

Spencer looks down at you for a moment and deeply sighs.

"Fine." He mutters... "My office." he says, as he turns around and begins to walk away.

"You'd better follow me." he adds, speaking to you  over his shoulder "You've got fifteen minutes..."

He walks away from you, his face still as cold as ever as you take those few precious seconds to yourself, contemplating what is going to happen now.

You take a deep breath and try to calm down your nerves. You loved him so much, and you know even the thought of this conversation would be enough to make him furious. You stand up and quickly start walking to his office where you know he is, not wanting to make him even more mad.

You enter his office, and he's seated behind his desk already. He’s looking at you with those same cold, piercing eyes as before, those same cold eyes that you've become so accustomed to lately.

Those cold eyes that you crave so badly.

"Well... what do you have to say for yourself...?" Spencer finally asks. He looks down at his watch momentarily.  "I'd say you've got 13 minutes left to explain yourself."

You swallow and walk up to the opposite side of his desk, looking down at him. “I-I.. I’m not sorry for talking to him.” 

"Oh, you're not..?" Spencer asks, his tone dripping with venom as he looks up at you. He's absolutely fuming. He stands up and leans over the desk, trying to intimidate you. 

"Let me ask you something then," he says, his voice low and threatening, "How would you feel..if I was flirting with another one of my students... hm?"

You practically stop breathing at his threat, before shaking your head. “I.. I wouldn’t care.” You had so much to say, and yet you couldn’t even get out a full sentence without stuttering.

"You wouldn't care...?" Spencer scoffs and raises a brow, his voice lowering even further. His eyes are growing even more cold and his tone is dripping with venom.

"Really? You wouldn't care? You want to see me with someone else?” He asks, a little bit of a sadistic smile spreading over his face now. "Why is that...?" He challenges you. 

“Maybe if you were with someone else you wouldn’t have to keep them a secret.” You bite back, finally getting to what you’ve been needing to say to him.

Spencer's eyes widened, and for the first time, a look of pain flashes over his face, but it's gone just as soon as it had come. It was quickly replaced once more with cold fury.

"Secret?" Spencer asks, his voice filled with a dangerous edge to it now. 

"You think I want to keep our relationship a secret?" He asks in an angry tone. "What in the hell ever made you think that?" His voice is cold... but it's not without an intensity that is genuinely a little bit terrifying.

You can’t help the shake in your hands at his tone. He was intimidating, and despite your love for him, he scared you more than anything else.

“I-I.. What about me..? Maybe I want to be with someone who I can actually go out with. Ever think of that? Maybe I’m just tired of being a secret.”

Spencer's eyes flash once more and he walks around the desk until he's in front of you now. And in an instant, he's right up in your face, his cold, piercing eyes burning into yours. 

"What did you say...?" Spencer asks, his voice suddenly filled with a vicious, angry energy.

"You would really leave me.. is that what I'm hearing?" He’s in disbelief, rightfully so. And his tone grows even more intense.

Your body and mind shrinks under his gaze and intimidating presence. You really wished you hadn’t said anything. 

“Sir.. I’m just tired of doing this..” You gesture between the two of you, and what little room there was left. “Sneaking around, being yours but not really yours. I want to be with someone who I can be seen with.”

“You want to be with someone else, huh?" Spencer asks, the vicious look in his eyes growing to the look of a predator hunting his prey.

"You want a real relationship.. Is that it?" He asks, glaring down at you.

Your mouth is dry, you had this all planned out in your head, but now that it’s happening, now that he’s repeating your thoughts back to you.. You can’t even speak.

“Go then.” 

His voice dryly commands. There’s no love, no care, no affection anywhere to be found. His words have nothing but malice.

A silence overtakes the entire room as the two of you stare at each other, both awaiting your next actions. 

You’re shaking, and frozen in place like a deer in headlights. Your bottom lip trembles when you attempt to speak, but in snap, his hands are on you. 

His big strong hands are cradling the back of your head and he’s pulling you in for a kiss full of passion and anger. 

You whimper against his aggressive hold on you, but yet you just can’t bring yourself to push him away. Your hands wrap around his forearms and you kiss back with the same intensity that he’s showing you. 

The two of you can barely breathe, with each exhale you were just breathing in each other's air, and it made you lightheaded. You managed to pull him away from you for a moment to catch your breath. And when you look at him he looks absolutely wrecked. Whether it was from the threat of you leaving him, or from the kiss alone, he looked beautiful. 

Spencer roughly grabs you by the waist and pulls your shaking body flush against his. His eyes are locked with yours as he leans in to shove his tongue in your mouth. He’s licking over your teeth, slithering against your own tongue, and throat fucking you with his. 

When he pulls away, he grabs you by your throat and growls against your lips. His tone is mocking and downright disrespectful, as if making fun of you. 

“Can’t believe my little girl would ever even think about leaving me.. You have no one else, angel.. What were you thinking?” 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel his grip on your throat tighten, cutting off your airflow. You shake your head and try to appease him.

“I-I was- I wasn’t thinking, sir. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry for being so stupid..” 

A sadistic smile twists on his face and he removes the hand from your hair, trading it for using it to slap you quickly across your face. You moan out in pain at the sting, but you knew you deserved it.

“Yeah.. What a stupid little thing.. You’re so lucky you’re pretty, angel.” 

He throws you right over his shoulder, as if you’re nothing more than a doll for him to use whenever he wants. He walks over to the couch in his office and roughly throws you down on it. You yelp in surprise and quickly turn around to see what he’s doing, and you’re met with the glorious sight of him pulling his belt out of the loops of his pants. 

And once he had the long thick strip of leather in his hands, he’s sitting on the couch himself and throwing you over his lap. You’re bent over his thighs and your ass is facing the air. You had conveniently worn a skirt to classes today, which proved to be more than helpful when he immediately flips up the bottom of it and exposes your smooth unmarked skin. 

“So beautiful, it’s like you’re not even real..” 

As far as he’s concerned, you aren’t. You’re nothing but a toy to him. The professor lightly chuckles at his own words, before reaching out and grabbing a handful of the fat of your ass. You jump at the feeling but quickly melt into his touch, moaning out at the contact and the way he roughly grips you. 

Then, Spencer folds the belt around his fist, and brings it down hard against your ass. The impact is sudden, and god is it powerful. You gasp in pain as you’re caught off guard by the first strike, you were given no warning, and it seemed like he was already showing no mercy. 

“F-Fuck.. Sir..” 

His belt comes down hard against your bottom once more, and his cold, piercing eyes stay locked with yours. You bite down on the fabric of his dress pants to stifle your cries, not wanting to be heard by anyone else that was still possibly in the building at this time. You can already feel the heat blossoming on your rear at the hits, and know they’ll be a sickening shade of purple and red by tomorrow. 

The anger from before is nowhere near gone, and it becomes increasingly apparent when the belt is no longer pressed against your ass as he spanks you, but instead it’s now wrapped around your neck as he yanks on it. He pulls it so you’re no longer bent over his lap, but instead sitting upright in his lap, using it like a makeshift leash and collar. 

Spencer tightens the belt around your delicate throat and huffs in rage.

“Try and leave me again, little girl. See what fucking happens.” 

You quickly become lightheaded at his incredibly sadistic actions, and start rapidly tapping on his thigh as a signal that it was getting too much. The belt suddenly loosens around your neck, and you gasp for air as you can finally see the room around you, your vision no longer clouded.

The man scoffs at how pathetic you are, and sighs deeply before grabbing you by your neck with his hand this time, and pressing your back to his chest so he could whisper in your ear. The deep rumble in his voice sends shivers up your spine and arousal down to your cunt. 

“You really think that boy would love you?” He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“No one loves you as much as I do, babygirl.. You can’t trust anyone else but me, you know that.” 

You nodded as tears began to brim your waterline and freely cascade down your rosy cheeks. His words hurt to hear, but you know he was entirely right. 

“Y-Yes, Sir.. Only you..” 

He had conditioned you at this point, that if you did leave him, you know you’d be completely lost without him. He was your everything, you needed him.  

“That’s right, sweet thing, you’ll never need anyone else..” 

#professor spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer x reader #teachers pet #student and teacher #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #dom spencer reid #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader angst #spencer x reader angst

[darling--angst-archived]

Yan! Hunting Dogs + cursing them

Ft. Jouno, Tecchuo, Teruko, Tachihara

Subordinate Reader: *Points at Jouno* Fuck you

Reader: *Points at Tachihara* Fuck you

Reader: *Points at Tecchuo* You're cool!

Tecchuo: *thumbs up*

Reader: *Points at Teruko* and fuck you! I'm out!

Reader: *Throws mic at Jouno's face*

A/n: I know I'm supposed to be working on requests but I... I don't want to... yet. Side blog is @fedyaxz. Sorry if it's short, I got hungry on Teruko's part

Jouno Saigiku

To say that he is upset is an understatement. He is beyond furious, he was amused at first at the thought of that he was on your mind; not processing that you cursed him out. After realizing it, he tensed up with the usual smile that he had. He made a few snickers when he heard your opinion about Tachihara, so maybe you'll just say "fuck you" to the rest of the Hunting Dogs... Right? But he couldn't be more wrong your comment about Tecchuo? The so called strongest hunting dogs and Jouno's insufferable partner? Maybe you do need to be trained. And the fact that you even got a response on him infuriates him, how dare he lay eyes on you, and for you to do the same? He would be clenching his fist, ready to drag you out and punish you; maybe a week long trip with him shall be enough. But no, when you finished you threw the mic at him! He want to drag you out of there and chain you in his basement until you submit to him. You were sure you were fucked when you saw him down the hall with the usual smile he had and the mic you threw to his face. He couldn't have Tecchuo dating you now could he? You should only be his.

Tachihara Michizō

He could help but laugh a bit when you cursed Jouno, meaning that he may have a chance with you. But when you said that to him? He hated it. He was actually trying to make things a little more bearable to you, not like that masochist Jouno. He was actually trying to win your heart and you do that to him? And your comment about Tecchuo too! To think that he won a place somewhere in your heart? Absolutely ridiculous! What did Tecchuo have that he didn't? He already decided, he wanted to win you no matter how much it takes. He would protect you from anything including Teruko because of what you've done because she'll march where you are then fight you, but he has to stop her while Jouno went to you. Despite Tachihara's jealousy of Jouno to go to you, he can't have the vice captain hurt you now can he?

Tecchuo Suihiro

He was happy for the fact that you acknowledged him. He loves you by a lot, and for you to have positive feelings for him made him have reassurance that maybe—just maybe, he has a special place somewhere in you heart. He could help but form a small and unconscious smile, a small tint of red adorning his cheeks. His usual poker face is replaced by a gentle expression, his brown orbs having an unusual light in them. He felt warmness spread across his chest, and he laid his head down, remembering the words that you said to him and him only amongst everyone in the room.

He became oblivious to the burning glares that Jouno sent to him. His eyes burning with hatred and annoyance, sending Tecchuo empty threats and glares.

Tecchuo just became more determined, the fact that you have a positive opinion on him only meaned that he was making progress. Maybe it is possible to have you— no to make his dreams come true. You and him on dates, while you send him bright expressions. He wanted to make you the happiest person just like how you are his moon in the dark sky.

Teruko Okura (Platonic)

This girl is so offended, she'll gasp out loud, roll up her sleeves and is so ready to beat you up. Will pout and try to act cute, then beat you up.

She's aggressive, very.

You are very bold to say that to the hot tempered vice captain and I'm pretty sure you'll be dead for a few days because of her training.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfics #bsd fic #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #yandere bsd #hunting dogs bsd #hunting dogs x reader #jouno saigiku #jouno x reader #jouno x you #jouno x y/n #yandere jouno #tecchou x reader #tecchou fluff #tachihara x reader #teruko x reader #teruko okura #bungou sd #bungo stray dogs

[auras-moonstone]

Hey babe! I’m sure you get lots of requests but I’ve been reading all your stuff lately(so good omg and so addicting) but I was wondering if you could do enemies to lovers. With either Jack or ethan. Whatever comes to mind. Love ya!

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.2k

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: ethan and y/n have a rivalry going on, until one day y/n explodes and ethan decides it’s time to change the core of their relationship.

ᡣ𐭩 contents/warnings: academic rivalry. enemies to lovers(ish). insecurities. fighting. screaming. making up (and out). a little bit of toxicity.

y/n left the classroom practically fuming, with a smug-faced ethan trailing behind her. they had just been given their marks on their econ exam, and while y/n had passed, ethan had beaten her once again. by far.

it was exhausting. the boy was so smart, he didn’t even need to study. paying attention to class sufficed, he memorised everything and understood easily. y/n, on the other hand, wasn’t a natural. she had to stay hours on a chair trying to get the contents in her mind. and while she made an immense amount of effort, ethan always managed to come out in top of her.

she was insanely jealous of ethan. yes, maybe the few times she achieved higher marks than him she’d gloat a little bit (a lot). and yes, maybe the nonsense rivalry between them had started because of her and her bitterness but she couldn’t help but put up a fight.

some days y/n would feel bad about being the detonator of the stupid enmity, but today was definitely not one of those days.

“hey, y/n/n, it’s okay. econ is a very hard subject, not everyone understands it quite like i do.” ethan said, cockiness trying to be disguised with a very poorly-done empathetic tone.

y/n kept stomping, not even the rain could stop her from trying to get away from him.

“i could tutor you, if you’d like.” he continued, ignoring the way the fabric from her polo shirt was starting to get soaked.

“what i’d really like is if you’d leave me alone.”

“nope, this is my favorite part of feedback day. i love rubbing my high marks all over your face.” the tall boy smiled.

it was a crime that the cutest smile she’d ever seen belonged to the most insufferable man on earth. it only made her more furious. “get lost, landry.”

“we live in the same dorm building.” he laughed.

“well, take another route.”

“my god, you’re such a sore loser. i don’t say a thing when you gloat. which doesn’t get to happen very often, but still.” he rolled his eyes.

was he right? of course. was she going to admit he had a great point? no. was she going to keep unleashing her fury and jealousy? hell yes.

“yeah, well, once you get to beat mr. perfect, it’s an inevitable thing to do.”

his jaw tensed. “why are you so frustrating?” he screamed over the rain and thunders.

“why won’t you leave me alone?!” she screamed back, stopping in her tracks. “if i’m so frustrating why don’t you just stay away?” he stayed silent because he didn’t have a reason why. at least, none that he could say aloud without her running away. “huh, ethan? why do you keep sitting next to me even though the classroom is always empty when we arrive?!”

truth was, he was addicted to the rollercoaster of a relationship they both had. y/n always challenged him, made him feel alive. it wasn’t sane, it was completely intoxicating and wild and crazy, but it was his serotonin and he was addicted to it.

but this? up until today, it has been silly bragging and comebacks. this y/n seemed deranged, absolutely insane. he didn’t want her to truly hate him, because there was not a bone in ethan’s body that held any hatred towards her.

ethan admired her. he admired her perseverance, her intelligence, her witty, her humor. and even though it had never been towards him, he witnessed how kind she was to others. he wondered when it’d be his turn to have that part of y/n—the one that smiled genuinely, the one that joked, the one that laughed warmly.

it was clear the end of the stupid rivalry was in his hands because it would be an endless battle if it were for y/n, she was never going to let her armour down. he was ready for their relationship to change.

so with determined steps, ethan made his way towards her until he was so close that her chest almost touched his. “because i’m so fucking attracted to you. never thought i could feel this much about someone that hates my guts, but here i am.”

y/n’s eyes widened and searched in his face for any sign that he was messing with her. but she only found pleading brown eyes and eyebrows furrowed in anguish.

“and i’m going to kiss you right now, in risks of getting kneed in the balls, which is something you’d one hundred percent do.”

y/n might’ve laughed at that, but before she could do anything, ethan’s big hands grabbed her waist and pushed her towards him, closing the distance.

they stayed kissing in the rain for a while, not caring about the clothes sticking to their skins or the amount of water that fell down their faces. maybe their fights had been the perfect foreplay, because the kiss was unlike anything they’d experienced before. the rush that ran through their veins was intense and heart-racing.

“wow.” y/n said when they had to pull away for air. her fingers were still threading through his wet hair.

“yeah.” he agreed, letting out a laugh. “now that my kiss sort of sedated the beast within you—”

“fuck you.” she muttered, but this time there was nothing but playfulness in her tone.

“—let’s talk about what is going on inside your head, because we can’t keep on going like this.”

the walk back to her dorm was silent but the tension that always seemed to surround them was gone. their fingers were intertwined, and y/n leaned on ethan’s arm with his jacket around her shoulders.

“i’m sorry, ethan. i’m the one that started this stupidity.” y/n said as they settled on the couch.

“i never put a stop to it.” he pointed out.

“you were just playing the game i started. you never had bad intentions, but i fought with you because i resented you.”

“resented me? why? why did i do?” he asked, taken aback.

“no. nothing, not really. it’s just… i envied that you were so good at every class. i hated that i spent hours trying to make sense of what was in front of me while you understood everything so effortlessly. and the marks always hit me in the ego and insecurities.”

“and everytime i paraded my mark… i was just fuelling your anger.”

“well, yeah, but it’s not on you. it’s all me, in my head. during high school, everyone practically patted me in the head and congratulated me for my marks… and now, in college, i’m struggling like i’ve never before. it’s so horrible, i feel like a failure.”

ethan pulled her into his arms as she broke down. “you’re not a failure, y/n. college is very different from high school, and everyone struggles in their own way. no, i don’t have any problem when it comes to clases but socialising? trying to make friends? that’s where i struggle. it terrifies me.”

and now she hated herself more because it was at that moment that she realized she had been mean to someone who did not deserve it at all. “i’m so fucking sorry, ethan. you’re amazing and i’m sorry that i ever made you feel bad.”

“i’m sorry, too. i never meant it, but i still hurt you with my mocking. so let just call it even and move on, please.”

“we’re not even close to being even, but i want to move on, too. i want to get to know you. start over.” she said, brushing away the wet strands of hair that sticked to his forehead.

“but can we, maybe, please, not obviate the kiss? cause that was really fucking good and i want more of that.”

y/n laughed and hugged his neck. “that sounds perfect.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry angst #ethan landry fic #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry scream #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry smut #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n

[jeffersimp]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡

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Requested by @mugmaya19

Request: If you are taking in requests could you do one where we just randomly grab their face and kiss them around their face’s before we just walk away like nothing happened? Again if you aren’t doing that then feel free to use this as a way of creative thinking! Have a good day

×A/N×

Omg I had so much fun the writing of this!! I love them so much! 😭❤

I think the chosed scenario was adorable and I absolutely loved it!

I hope you'll have the same fun with the reading of this!

Btw sorry for the picture of Sally :")

(You don't know how much I loved writing Poppy's part- 😭❤)

×❢ About my work ❢×

no proofread, it can have spelling mistakes, look, idk if they can blush or even have a heart, but now they do, okay? lol, no smut, just sweet fluff, no pronouns used for the reader, petnames like darling, love, hon.

Fandom: Welcome Home horror project by Clown

Character(s): Wally Darling, Barnaby B. Beagle, Eddie Dear, Julie Joyful, Frank Frankly, Howdy Pillar, Sally Starlet, Poppy Partridge, The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Ship(s): The characters x The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Form: Headcanons

Wally Darling

"Wally, come here, I want to show you something!" 

• after you placed his face into your hands 

• You started kissing him around

• cheeks, lips, nose

• gosh he felt like heaven between your kisses

• he just sat there still as he accepted his fate

• not like he would want to disagree :D

• after some time, he even leaned forward a bit to have more

• he decided that it was his turn to give you kisses

• he was planning to give a "mwah" to you

• but you turned away and left him

• (a.n: *dramatic gasp* how dare you?! >:c) 

• he was just sitting there and confusedly watched as you left

• "Where are you going, neighbour?"

• dw, if you're not getting his smooch now, you'll get it later, I can promise that! 😌✨

Sally Starlet

"Sally, can you come here for a minute?"

• she was practicing, so at first she wasn't too happy that you disturbed her

• "Yeah, yeah, I'm almost finished (Y/N)!" 

• after a few minutes she were already in front of you with a furious look

• (a.n: how dare you disturb her? >:( /jk) 

• "What do you want, (Y/N)?" she asked impatiently. 

• but you just stood up and gave a small kiss on her lips without an answer

• she was too surprised to react anything, so you continued

• her face was between your soft hands, while you gave an another kiss on her forehead

• she didn't fight too much about it

• she even leaned into your touch

• after you were done, you thought that you can just simply walk away

• well, *chuckle* no. 

• you DISTURBED her practice, then made her heart skip a beat and fall in love with you AGAIN, and after all this, you wanna just WALK AWAY like nothing happened?! 

• she quickly catched you by your wrist with a unsatisfied look and a smirk on her face

• "No, I think not, (Y/N). We need to talk."

Frank Frankly

"Frank, can you come here?"

• first he just approached you innocently, but he could feel that you were planning something

• he didn't know what specifically, but the aura around you could tell that you're on something

• but he still walked up to you and asked 

• "What do you need, darling?"

• you gently put your hands on his face 

• and give one kiss to his forehead 

• an another to his lips

• and an another one to his right cheek

• "What are you doing, darling?" he asked as he softly pulled you closer to him by your hips. 

• you just kept kissing him, didn't bring yourself to answer

• you didn't let him to give back the kisses, but he could catch one and return it

• he even hummed from the enjoyment of your affection

• he could stay like this forever and ever

• but you let go from him

• the moment that he realised that you're planning to go away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him

• "Where do you think you're going, love?" 

Barnaby B. Beagle

"Come here, Barnaby!" 

• he feels like heaven between your hands

• he immediately leaned into the touch as you started kissing him around his face

• gosh your rubs feels so good! 

• I can imagine that he gently starts biting your hands in an affectionately way

• he even closed his eyes from your sweet kisses

• but as soon as he stopped feeling your touch, he quickly opened his eyes confusedly

• in the last minutes, he still hoped that you'll turn back

• but you didn't :(

• "Uhh... (Y/N)? Buddy? Where are you going?" 

Howdy Pillar

"Howdy, can you help me, please?" 

• he came up to you obliviously

• "What is it, hon?" 

• he's always ready to help you, when you need him

• you asked him to come closer and he did as you requested from him

• you softly grabbed his face and started placing sweet kisses on his face

• he softly chuckled at the first ones

• he's more like a kiss giver than receiver, but although he enjoys it

• when you wanted to leave, he just simply whined

• "No, don't go, (Y/N)!" 

Poppy Partridge

• Today Poppy seemed like she was pretty frustrated. Her wings were shaking, making the binding more difficult to her. You decided to check on her and give her a little comfort. 

"Wa- Wait, Poppy, let me help you!" 

• you made her to let go the sweater that she was working on and after her attention was on you, you've finally could help

• you gently started to caress her wings, attend to not to crease her feathers

• and gave soft kisses around her beak

• but she's just got more frustrated and flushed

• when you were about to leave, you actually changed your mind

• she didn't say anything 'cause she was too nervous and shy to say it out loud, but her eyes were literally begged for your affection

• please give her more, she deserves it! ♡

• (btw the sweater which was she working on, it's actually for)

Julie Joyful

"Hey, Julie, come here!" 

• she approached you happily and smiley, like she always does

• what she didn't know that you were planning to make her heart jump out of her chest

• ( i mean, in a metaphoric way)

• "What is it, (Y/N)?" 

• you didn't pay attention to answer, instead you just grabbed her face and started kissing her around

• i can imagine that she giggles while you kissing her 

• she actually leans forward to make your work easier

• when you walked away, Julie just simply started to follow you with a disappointed look

• "Aww, where are you going, (Y/N)?" "Don't leave me here!" "But (Y/N)!" 

• she will keep ask more until you actually give the kisses to her

Eddie Dear

"Eddie, can you come here for a second?"

• I can assure that you kept kissing him much longer than just a second lol

• he was there in seconds

• just like always, he's ready to help you in anything

• "Is there something wrong, hon?" 

• at first, he wanted to return the kisses when you started to give them to him

• but later he finally catch up that it was you what will give the kisses

• so he just leaned into your touch and enjoyed your soft kisses

• as he got more comfortable in your touch eventually he closed his eyes

• he was just about to get too comfy, when you stood up and walked away

• He calls after you worriedly. 

"(Y/N)? Did I do something wrong?"

• he's more worried than confused, 'cause he's afraid that he did something wrong to you

• please give him more kisses to make sure that he's loved and he did nothing wrong (and that he doesn't cry) 

#welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #welcome home x y/n #welcome home x you #wh x reader #wh wally #wh eddie #wh frank #wh fandom #wh sally #wh julie #wh poppy #wh barnaby #sally starlet #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #frank frankly #julie joyful #poppy partridge #eddie dear #wh howdy #howdy pillar #wally darling x reader #julie joyful x reader #sally starlet x reader #eddie dear x reader #frank frankly x reader #poppy partridge x reader

[therhythmafterthesummer]

How do you think Chris (pre getting together) would have comforted her on a bad mental health day or on a day where she’s sad?

I’m in my feels rn and am in need of some wolfie comfort immediately 😤😤😤

P.S - Love you, Rhythm! Hope you’re doing well always! 🩷

- N. 💄

sorry i held onto this one for so long! i just really wanted to write something for it. here's how i think that would go...

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~2k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · roomies idiots to ??? · fluff · hurt/comfort · pre-relationship scenario

minors do not interact.

Fridays were supposed to be the days to unwind. They were supposed to be the day in which you could let loose and forget about work for the next forty-eight hours. At least, you figured they were supposed to be like that for most people.

This Friday particularly, though, had been absolute hell. The whole week had felt like you’d been impersonating Sisyphus and work had been your boulder. You supposed some weeks just… were like that. 

Tonight, all you wanted to do was sit in your room, in the dark–preferably in complete silence and just be nothing. If anyone else came to you and so much as muttered a word you were sure you’d break down and start weeping right then and there. 

Which was why, as soon as you found yourself in your flat, you went straight to your room. There was no energy left for showers or baths. All you did was take off your clothes and bury yourself under the covers.

You had a total of ten minutes of complete silence before the front door practically burst open and boisterous voices filled your home. It kick-started a twitch in your left eye, it had frustration tears pooling on your waterline, but you couldn’t just… ruin their fun. 

You supposed this was the downside of having a roommate. And not only was he a roommate, but he also happened to be the alpha of a pack of wolves, which meant that more often than not your friends and neighbours made themselves at home.

It was fine. That was fine. You loved your friends, you loved to hang out with them and joke and have little parties in your flat. You loved them all, you knew it very well. But, tonight, every little noise they made made you absolutely furious, which made you feel worse because, logically, you shouldn’t be feeling furious at something like this.

Dealing with these conflicting feelings was hard, so you tried your best to just… tune everything out. With your pillow over your head to muffle any sound as best as you could, you laid on your bed, fully naked, probably leaving mascara stains on your pillowcase, but you honestly couldn’t be bothered to care.

You managed to mute all background noise… the downside was that you’d done so by replaying events of the week over and over again in your head. How you dropped your coffee mug in the middle of the lunch room on Tuesday, that very passive aggressive email one of your colleagues sent you, how you’d stumbled over your words in a meeting today… 

It felt like your heart was preparing itself for a marathon with how fast it was beating, but for the most part, you were trying to ignore it. You were trying to ignore everything.

At least, until you heard a knock on your door.

“You up, pretty girl?”

Your roommate’s voice was slightly muffled, but you heard him well. Any other day, you would’ve probably felt your mood immediately lift at the sound of his gentle voice and the pet name he often used to refer to you. But, today, you couldn’t even find it in you to answer.

Eventually, you heard him walking away, and it was honestly like a weight had been lifted off of your chest. 

Which, again, made you feel horrible.

You loved your friends, and your roommate was no exception. Although, you weren’t sure if it was fair to compare the feelings you had for your friends to the ones you had for him… 

Regardless, the fact that you felt relieved that you didn’t have to talk to him made you feel terrible. The rational part of your brain knew that this was all due to your exhaustion, but even that couldn’t push away the feeling that you were a horrible friend because you were annoyed by his presence.

Your phone vibrated next to your head, and you immediately sighed in response. 

You were tired and cranky… but you were also chronically nosy. So you picked up your phone and read the notification on the screen.

> Xtopher 🐺: hey pretty > were gonna watch an episode of that series Felix likes > feel free to join us if you want :]

You figured it was easy for your roommate, Chris, to know you were home. You’d left your shoes at the entrance, and, considering his supernatural senses, you were pretty sure he could always hear and smell whenever you were here.

You genuinely appreciated that Chris took the time to send you a text, it somehow reminded you that he wouldn’t just hate you all of the sudden because you didn’t respond to him when he knocked on your door–it probably wasn’t even the first time you’d done that, anyway.

Sleep wasn’t going to claim you anytime soon, and you were out of spoons for the day, but you’d be damned if you slept without removing your make-up. So you spent the next hour rummaging the metaphorical drawer that was your brain, just so you could hopefully find that last emergency spoon you knew would be buried under the events of the week.

By the time you’d found it, a while had passed since you’d heard your neighbours saying their goodbyes, and your roommate going in and out of the shower.

You had to do this now. If you didn’t stand up from this bed right now, you’d break your one and only self-care rule. You couldn’t let the mean part of your brain win, you just couldn’t… Your week had already been bad enough, you had to have at least one win.

So you stood up from your bed, threw on the first sleeping gown you found, and left your room. 

Cleaning your face was honestly a blur. You tried to do it as fast and efficiently as possible. While you did, you debated on whether or not you had enough energy to even eat tonight, but, ultimately, you really didn’t. You weren’t even hungry, just zero appetite. 

So you made it back into your room as soon as your face was clean so you could put moisturiser on your face–there was no energy left for any fancy skin care routines, so moisturiser it was. If you had to put on any extra products you’d start crying for real…

“Hey”.

“Jesus!” You whipped your head towards the door, with your hands still on your cheeks where they’d been rubbing in your moisturiser.

Chris stood at your door looking at you, wide-eyed, dressed in nothing but his lounging shorts. Any other day, the sight of his bare chest would’ve agitated the critters that had been living rent-free in your belly lately. 

As it was right now, you were starting to feel genuine distress in his presence. Which, once again, made you feel like a horrible friend. Distress wasn’t an emotion that you would’ve associated with Chris in normal circumstances, but you figured this week had gone backwards enough for it to be today.

You swallowed, and turned back to look at yourself in the mirror, focusing on finishing tonight’s pathetic excuse of a skin care routine.

“You alright?” Chris’ tone was… tentative. Almost like he knew you were, in fact, not alright. 

You lied anyway.

“M’fine…”

When you finished with your face, you walked right past Chris and into the bathroom to wash your hands. ‘Spread what’s left on your hands to moisturise them, too…’ you could hear your mother’s voice ringing in the back of your mind, but, honestly? If you had to deal with the feeling of cream on your hands for a second longer you’d commit crimes.

As you washed your hands, you felt Chris’ presence behind you, right outside the bathroom. 

“You sure?”

“Positive”, you were, clearly, not fine. But you didn’t want to continue this conversation further, if you did, you feared what might come out of your mouth.

“Y’know you can talk to me, ri–”

“Yes! Yes, I know. I know, Chris. I really do, but I don’t want to do that, you know? I don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna hear, don’t wanna really exist for what’s left of the day, okay?! Maybe it’s better if you mind your own business instead!”

God, you were the worst person on the planet… Here he was, worrying about you like he always did, offering comfort and support, and you weren’t even capable of keeping the annoyance out of your voice, you couldn’t even stop yourself from saying things you didn’t really mean. Why did you let it escalate so quickly? Another one for the tally of Stupid Things I Did This Week that you can sulk over later…

Chris stared at you for a moment, with his eyebrows high on his forehead, opening and closing his mouth for a bit.

A knot started to form in your throat, and no matter how hard you tried to swallow it and ignore its presence, you just… couldn’t.

“My God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you…” You sighed deeply, pressing your fingertips on your eye sockets. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, I’m just so, so exhausted, and I just… I need some silence, okay? I appreciate you asking, but I really need to just… be quiet. I need you to know it’s not you, this is completely on me, but please would you just… not talk to me?”

You really felt like you wanted to cry, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole… Especially because Chris wasn’t saying anything. Which was a very stupid reaction to have when you had just asked him to not talk to you.

When you removed your fingers from your face, you jolted on the spot at the sight in front of you. 

You knew Chris was a werewolf. Hell, you’d seen him in his wolf form numerous times already, but sometimes it was hard not to be startled by it.

Chris sat on the floor of the hall, right outside the bathroom, looking you right in the eyes while his tail swished from side to side on the tiles.

You wondered if he’d even fit through the doorway. He was so… big. So big, and so… so cute.

The logical reaction would’ve been to be at least a bit intimidated. He was pretty much at eye-level with you, he was stronger than you, he could very well hurt you with a snap of his jaw, but his eyes were just the same. Gentle, comforting… You were sure that if there’d been twenty more wolves next to him, you would’ve been able to tell him apart from the rest just by his eyes.

Chris whined, and he stomped on the floor with his paw to get your attention. You blinked at him for a bit, and only then did you notice you had actually started to tear up.

Chris whined again, and then huffed. That seemed to be enough to snap you out of it. You could feel your lower lip wobble, but you still walked closer to him, leaving the bathroom to stand in the hall with him.

As soon as you were out of the bathroom he stood on his four legs, and walked further into your space to nudge your hand with his nose. It was odd, really, but looking at him like this seemed to ease some of that squeezing sensation in your chest.

The realisation that he wouldn’t be able to talk to you while in his wolf form was steadily helping you calm down, or, maybe… It was more so the fact that he was trying to respect your wishes, while also not leaving you completely on your own. 

“M’sorry…” You apologised again, because you truly were sorry.

There was a small part of you that always worried that days like these would make him suddenly realise you were the worst roommate on the planet, that maybe you were a horrible friend. But, deep down, you knew he wouldn’t hold it against you. That was just the type of man Chris was.

With a minute shake of your head, you placed a hand under his jaw to support his head, and the other on top so you could scratch him behind the ears. Just because you could.

Even if Chris wouldn’t outright admit it to you, you knew he liked it. His wagging tail was more than proof of that.

“Are you my emotional support animal now?” You mumbled, tears were still running down your cheeks, but only sporadically now.

Chris just huffed, and if you looked hard enough, you could’ve sworn there was amusement in his eyes.

He removed himself from your space and turned in circles a couple of times before he was gently taking your wrist in his mouth. You could feel his teeth barely poke your skin, but you could tell he was being very careful.

He pulled a bit. You figured it was his way of telling you to follow him, so you started to walk. Only then did Chris let go of your wrist to start making his way down the hall.

Wiping the tears on your face–ignoring both the discarded lounge shorts by the bathroom door and the fact that you most definitely ruined tonight’s minimal skin care with your tears–you followed Chris to the living room.

As soon as he was in front of the sofa, he nudged the coffee table away with his head, and grabbed one of the blankets you left in a basket nearby to throw it on the floor. He spun on the spot a couple of times, before he plopped down and started pawing at the floor, looking right at you.

You wanted to cry again, but this time, it wasn’t because you were overwhelmed or frustrated. It was just the fact that Chris was… offering comfort cuddles. In his wolf form… in a form that’d make it so he not only wouldn’t talk, but would just be essentially a heated pile of fluff.

And you really, really appreciated it. Mostly because it made you feel like less of a failure, like you weren’t such a horrible friend after all.

Ignoring the fluttering in your heart, you made your way to where he was, took another blanket from the basket, and laid down.

With your head leaning on him, feeling him breathing steadily under you, you simply stared at the ceiling. You weren’t sure if it was the fact that you were laying on the floor, or just his warmth, but after a while, you started to calm down.

Your eyelids felt heavy, you could barely hear anything that wasn’t Chris’ quiet huffs. Eventually, he moved. You lowered your head to the floor for a moment while he took a cushion from the sofa and dropped it next to you, which you took as a sign to use it as a pillow.

Once you were comfortably laying down again with your cushion and your blanket, he simply curled around your body, keeping you warm.

You felt your heart swell, maybe even beat a bit faster against your ribcage, and as you cuddled closer to the big lump of fluff that was your roommate, you couldn’t help but mumble a quiet ‘Thank you…’ right before you fell asleep.

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What's on your D.D.D.? || Brothers Edition

~ What I think would be on their D.D.D.s ~

LUCIFER

His D.D.D. would be absolutely filled with documents. All the saved student council minutes of the meetings are there. All the projects, files, program flows, everything.

His email app would always have pending and/or unread notices. Emails he would frequently get are usually from RAD officials, Mammon's debt reminders, and other miscellaneous emails. And his emails would always have that 99+ bubble notification on the app. And no, it isn't spam-

Keeps notes for each of his brothers and Diavolo. Mammon's note has the most content, rivaling the amount of stuff that's on his to-do list note.

A MILLION alarms. He keeps the alarms as his reminders just in case his memory fails him. Which was rarely, but he still wanted to make sure. His alarms would be mainly his wake up call, feeding Cerberus, feeding Beel (or making sure he isn't about to go on a rampage), an alarm to leave the house, an alarm for the late bell, and one that is unnamed but is secretly to check on you.

His calendar app is PACKED. He always has meetings or things to do, deadlines, submissions, the whole burnout recipe.

His camera roll would sometimes be FILLED with random photos and photos of Belphie and Satan giving him the finger because they managed to get their hands on his D.D.D. Otherwise, it's usually filled with pictures of art like paintings and stuff.

Would have pictures of you and his brothers. He'd also save any pictures that are sent in his chats if it proved to be memorable or of importance to him. Also has a secret private safe where he stores all the photos that he gets sentimental over. That safe is locked tight with a password that changes every hour of the day, fingerprint required, and face recognition. If the app senses that you are not Lucifer, it will set off the curse he had conjured, take a picture of the intruder, and shut down the entire device (I bet he has his brothers' baby pictures in there). The only willing selfies he takes out of his own initiative is with Cerberus.

Normally he wouldn't have game apps on his D.D.D. but he had to download one because Luke and Levi influenced Diavolo into playing a multiplayer game and Diavolo asked him to join so that he could get more friends in the game because he needed to unlock an achievement. He did want to download the copy emoji expression game after he played it on Mammon's phone but he didn't wanna risk another incident.

Phone wallpaper would range from photos of artworks he finds good, and inspirational, motivational banners/quotes from artists he admired.

His music would be composed of vintage records, probably podcasts, and deep focus classics.

Has broken his D.D.D. because he tried texting his brothers while he was furious.

His storage is full most of the time.

MAMMON

This boy has accounts on any and ALL the banks of the Devildom. So he'd have a dedicated folder where he collates all those bank apps.

He's part of the student council so he has at least SOME files for that. He keeps it to a minimum though. His email and social media accounts are more cluttered than Lucifer's because he's often too lazy to keep it in check.

His notes app contains all his debts — and something of a ledger too. He keeps track of them not with the intention of paying them off, but to remember who to avoid.

He sets alarms to wake himself up in the morning so Lucifer doesn't beat him to consciousness, but he always manages to hit the snooze unconsciously before he wakes up. So he's extremely thankful if you're the one he wakes up to and not an angry Lucifer about to kill him, or a pissed off Levi who was ordered to wake him up.

Has some event reminders in his calendar app just so he doesn't forget to go to his part time jobs and his magazine shoots. Other events would include everyone's birthdays. (Like he'd actually forget your birthday, but he likes the look of it there anyway)

The guy's camera roll has TONS of pictures of the latest watch models, jewelry, expensive brands of clothing. Would also have pictures of his brothers doing goofy things. Has lots of party pics too.

He doesn't bother putting his brothers' pictures in his private safe. Instead, he keeps them in sorted albums — one for each brother. He keeps his blackmail folder, however, in the private safe.

His private safe would have pictures of you obviously. Your selfies together, the pictures he takes of you, with your knowledge of course, and maybe some candid shots of you sleeping and walking around or doing school work too. Besides that though, there are also images of things he wants to get you in there, like matching outfits, things he think that you'd like, clothes he thinks would look great on you, and all that. He can't risk you finding out before he actually gets it for you, he wants it to be a surprise!

Has FPS games on his phone and some multiplayer games too because he thinks that single player games are boring. Also because sometimes, it's the only way he can stay connected with Levi when he locks himself up in his room.

Lock screen wallpaper would be the best #bestfriendgoals selfie of the two of you and his home screen wallpaper would be the cutest picture of you two being all cuddly.

His music playlists would be composed of heavy metal music, pop music he likes to dance to, slow dance songs he imagines dancing with you in, rap music, and sweet love songs he has yet to gather the courage to send you.

The only one of the brothers who hasn't lost his D.D.D. Mainly because he doesn't want to even think about the price he has to pay for a new one.

LEVIATHAN

He only keeps a few school related things on his phone, neatly organized into one folder just in case he really needs it.

His email rarely has any back logs, mostly because of the fact that he regularly reads his mail to stay updated with news about any of his anime subscriptions.

Despite claiming that he's a shut-in otaku who has no social life, his social media — both personal and all his fan accounts — get a lot of notifications per day.

Notes app would be filled with his personal otaku errands, what merch he needs to get his hands on, games list, and school schedule.

He sets alarms to wake him up in the morning because he knows he can't rely on his broken sleep schedule to get him up on time. Most times though, he stays up to hear the alarm without a wink of sleep, then proceed to sleep after turning it off.

His alarms are also scheduled every thirty minutes before his anime shows are coming up.

This boy's calendar is almost as packed as Lucifer's but in an entirely different genre. Anime events, comic cons, cosplay events, merch release, anime releases, birthdays of his favorite anime characters and their voice actors, and the birthdays of his brothers', Henry's, and yours of course.

Camera roll would be filled with mostly anime pictures obviously, and cosplay outfits he likes. Some of them are of his brothers and Henry. And a good portion would also contain merchandise screenshots and photos.

Private safe? PFT as if he has a private safe... — he does but denies it because it's filled with selfies of you two and pictures he's saved of you from group chats and private chats he has. He also keeps pictures of him cosplaying in there. He'd die if anyone saw what was in the private safe, but would somehow be excited by the fact that someone had guessed his password, because only TRUE Ruri-chan fans would be able to know it!

His D.D.D.'s storage space has been long gone and is running on a single megabyte because of all the games he's had installed on it. He has a hard time choosing which game to delete whenever a new one catches his interest. It takes him HOURS to decide.

He thinks that having IRL photos as his phone wallpaper is breaking the otaku code and a total normie thing. So he has an anime lock screen and home screen.

Has anime playlists and soundtracks for DECADES. This was another sole contributor to the murder of his D.D.D. storage. (I'm convinced he likes to dance to the rhythm of "kiss kiss fall in love!").

His D.D.D. has been dropped in the toilet more times than he's willing to admit.

SATAN

A fair amount of his D.D.D. contained school related files. He was the student council secretary after all, so he has almost all the documents that Lucifer has on his D.D.D.

Unlike the first born however, Satan likes to keep his email tidy and rid of clutter no matter how stressful it was to handle all of RAD's emails.

He doesn't use social media often, even Levi's on it more than he was. But that doesn't falsify the fact that he gets a lot of fan mail and love messages. He's blocked a lot of them already, but somehow they still keep coming and don't ever seem to run out.

All his pranks and plots are stored in a safe folder of his notes app and regularly updates it, noting down which ones failed, which ones succeeded, and makes sure to also take note of how to further improve them.

He has a list of books to read in his notes app too. And a brief to-do list. Also secretly notes down things he think would be fun to do with you.

Has a short set of alarms. One for the morning, one for the night, and one for when it's time to feed the kittens at RAD.

His calendar would only be filled with the most important events like his brothers' birthdays, yes — even Lucifer's, your birthday, and events at RAD.

On the contrary, his camera roll would have a variety of contents ranging from every cat in the Devildom, pages of books he fancies, blackmail, embarrassing photos of Lucifer, you, and aesthetic library pics that he's sent you.

However sad it might be, he keeps a private safe so that he can keep the pictures of his brothers from the Celestial realm having a great time before he existed as himself. It's also where he keeps pictures of any memorable moments he genuinely finds comforting when he's frustrated. He'd rather die than have any of his brothers find out about it.

Doesn't have games on his D.D.D. BUT does have photo editors for entertainment purposes. His usual subject being Lucifer.

Lock screen wallpaper is of a bundle of cats on the sidewalk of some alleyway of the Devildom. Home screen wallpaper would be a picture of your soft smile. Makes him smile whenever he unlocks his phone to you.

He has classical music and podcasts on his D.D.D. Anger management podcasts mostly.

Misplaced his D.D.D. once and found it weeks later under a pile of books in his room. The screen was cracked.

ASMODEUS

He doesn't have space on his D.D.D. for anything school related unless it's a screenshot or picture of homework or projects he needs to submit.

It doesn't matter what app it is, social media, email, messaging app, it's always full. His inboxes never seem to be empty. No surprise there. He spends his time scanning them to give him an ego boost when he's bored.

Notes he takes are mostly the must have beauty products he needs, different self-care routines, and make-up, skin care, and moisturizing tips. Also takes note of the outfits he has to get his hands on, and ideas for his new product lines/ideas.

His alarms wouldn't be as hectic as some of his brothers' were. Just one for every essential. He's more of a timer kind of guy. He has a gazillion timers saved for 15 minutes, 30, and so on, to keep track how long he's been doing things. Being stunning requires self-control and discipline too you know!

He doesn't save birthdays on his calendar because he believes that if someone meant that much to you then you'd 100% remember their birthday without having to note it down on your calendar despite your busy schedule.

He does however, keep track of all the fashion events on his calendar. When the new season's wardrobe comes out and whatnot.

OBVIOUSLY, his camera is filled with selfies and self portraits of himself. He absolutely loves scrolling through them. He also has selfies with you in them. He takes selfies with everyone he likes so there's one photo album for that too. And one for all the miscellaneous pictures of clothes, make up, and cute color palettes.

Honestly doesn't have a private safe. His sentimental pictures are out in the open and he isn't afraid to flaunt them.

He has about one or two games on his D.D.D. He isn't good at them but he doesn't like getting left out when you play them with his brothers and the others at school.

His phone doesn't have a picture background. It has one of those aesthetically pleasing phone themes he likes having so that his apps are cutely designed as well.

He likes to listen to pop music, breakup songs, and love songs. But he also keeps party music on his phone too, along with some soothing background music to fill in the silence when he's taking some "me" time, which was often.

Don't ask him how his D.D.D. got stolen five times. He'll throw a fit and rant til the devildom freezes over.

BEELZEBUB

Just in case anyone needed it, Beel keeps student council stuff on his D.D.D. It wasn't as organized as Lucifer's or Satan's was though.

It wasn't as if he neglects his email or the messages he gets from random people, but it looked like he did because he's got piles of fan mail and school emails. He actually tries his best to answer all the heartfelt messages he gets when he has the time.

His notes were simple. Whenever he wanted to eat but couldn't, he'd type down whatever food came to his mind and was sure to have it later on. This way, he was fixated on the feeling of excitement rather than his hunger.

Also takes note of the food he wants to share with you and Belphie.

He doesn't have an alarm to wake him up because Belphie's alarm clocks have that covered. He has alarms for practice and classes though.

He takes note of all the big games he has upcoming on his calendar. Saves every important birthday and every important RAD event on it too.

His camera roll would strictly be anti-food because it's only torture for him. It does have pictures of his brothers, you, the purgatory hall residents, the demon lord's castle residents, and his game team.

His private safe has any picture with Lilith in it.

Like Asmo has games he knows you and his brothers play because he likes to spend time with you guys too.

Phone wallpaper would be a picture of the whole family, and a gym quote for the lock screen.

Workout music took the majority of his playlists.

Because he's tasted a D.D.D. before, his only comment was that it needed a bit more seasoning and hellfire mushrooms.

BELPHEGOR

The only school related files he has on his phone are homework and some student council documents that Lucifer requires him to have.

Like most of his brothers, his social media, email, and messaging apps are overflowing because he rarely checks on them and is too lazy to go through them when he actually looks at it.

"Notes? You guys keep notes?". He only takes notes of errands in case he forgets and the random date ideas he plans to take you on.

Alarms don't work on him but he keeps a ton of them anyway. One for every class, one for the morning, one for every single action he only absolutely HAS to do for the day. His brothers are starting to get annoyed because they were the ones being disturbed and needed to wake him up to shut it up because he made it so that only he could turn it off.

Calendar app is a ghost town. It only had the occasional birthday events and some important dates he wanted to remember, nothing important. He's too lazy to commit to organizing something as tedious as that.

Camera roll has pictures of him sleeping because his brothers often like to take his picture when he sleeps and has the audacity to tell him to send it to them afterwards.

He has one dedicated folder for his brothers, one for you, and one for others. He likes to take pictures of the stars so it's mixed in with pictures of the purgatory hall residents in the "others" folder.

He keeps any photo of Lilith in his private safe too. He also keeps the pictures of his brothers being sweet to him in there. He'd die of embarrassment if any of it got out.

Has any game that any of his brothers tells him to get — except Levi because he can't process anything he says when he talks about games. He'll try anything once. He often forgets to delete them though so most times he complains why his phone acts up, until Levi tells him about his storage being full.

Constellation, galaxy, starry D.D.D. background.

He saves any loud music he can find. He uses it to stay awake and plays it on full volume through his earphones when he's studying.

His D.D.D. has endured many falls from various heights. One time it fell from one of the top floor balconies of RAD because he fell asleep using it.

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[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hello my stupid brain rot about yanquing twin sibling reader and about thier encounter with jing liu and how reader and yanquing remindes her of for explain jing Yuan and blade and I don't know why but post lofu I can see jing liu telling the general that she will take the reader as her new student but reader is like NO! I will not leave my bro alone and says how yanquing can't be left alone becose well after how yanquing left the reader to be beaten up by blade amd Dan henga they will never leave thier bro alone....NEVER!

I think I get what you're request, @zardas75 ! I'll try my best for this request :)

Ohohoho...It's Aboutta Go Down.

(Warning: Might be OOC! All Relationships are STRICTLY Platonic!)

The moment you and Yanqing saw Jingliu just stroll on in so chillaxed, you both brought out your swords and nearly launched.

Had it not been for Jing Yuan being present, and giving you the look that says "Not now," you both would've probably gotten straight into battle.

And the moment Jingliu opens her mouth and say she wants to take you for a disciple, you were two milliseconds away from sending out an entire paragraph filled with the verbal middle finger—which was very unprofessional, but hey, does it look like you care? Absolutely not!

Jing Yuan is glaring down at his former master and Yanqing is fuming. And honestly, you don't blame either of them. You and Yanqing had to constantly hold each other back by the absolute nonsense Jingliu was spewing out her throat.

"You are not taking one of my disciples...Master." Jing Yuan glares down at the former Sword Champion. "You are not taking them, regardless of their status as my retainer. I refuse to have my retainers separated."

He knew darn well the mayhem and bloodshed you both can cause if he agrees with this. And even looking over that part, he would never give you over to Jingliu. She was dangerous. She was mara-strucked and harsh. He would know—he's seen it all in his long life.

Yanqing is over and beyond furious that this woman is trying to take you—his twin sibling—away from him—your twin brother. And you share the same emotions so, what the hell, Jingliu!

"I'M NOT GOING WITH HER." You declare, seething and not afraid to show your hatred. "Why should I go with her anyway?! What's wrong with how I do things now, huh?"

"You have potential. Even more so than your fellow disciple." "Says who, you? Why should I listen?" "I can help you hone your skills. You can be the next greatest sword wielder of the Xianzhou Luofu." "I'll start listening to you when I start seeing rocks grow wings and fly, or mechanical cranes start laying eggs out of their non-existent a—" Yanqing covers your mouth.

Jingliu tilts her head. "Why are you so persistent in staying with them? Your fellow friend here has proved to need much improvement—" You both narrow your eyes at that comment. "—while it's clear that you have the means to go further than the level he is playing at. Do you truly not wish to exceed your swordsmanship further?"

Just as Jing Yuan was about to talk in his ever serious general voice, you pried off Yanqing's hand and say. "Why should I work with someone who likes to beat up my twin? Are you stupid?! At least have the manners to be apologetic about it, like that Dan Heng guy! You're just as bad as Blade at this point—"

Yanqing quickly covers your mouth again. You two made eye contact, remembering what you two swore not to speak of when in front of Jing Yuan—Don't talk about Dan Heng or Blade in front of the General. Looks like you got too caught up in your emotions, but you were still standing strong in your statement.

Jing Yuan sighs. He was aware of the entire situation, but he hadn't really expected for you to still hold a grudge for that Yanqing got beat by his old friends. Nevertheless, he looks over at Jingliu. "As you can see, Master, they are showing great reluctance to participate to train with you. I advise you leave, or we will have to...contain you, so to speak." You and Yanqing raise your swords, ready for the fight and the chase.

Yes, Jingliu escaped in the end. Girlie is fast fr.

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[99hook]

I can request a hook x female here where someone try attacking the fem readers to get to hook aka using the reader to get under his skin like when the reader has a match as she half way through her match when someone( your choice )run of the tunnel and attack her and hook save her

or

someone ( anyone your choice )interrupt Hook match with the big screen showing the reader being attacked as everyone knows they are dating 😭

I hope this makes sense and I love your works

This is perfect to write right in the middle of the junglehook feud

Warnings: angst, cursing, protective!hook, blood, he gets real violent and absolutely feral sis

You’d just won against Anna, but only had about five seconds after your music hit before Jack was doing a slow walk through the tunnel, his sights set on you.

You stared him down as he approached the ring and as soon as he slid under the ropes, you lunged towards him, jabbing your fists into every visible part of his chest before he blocked your next hits and spun you around, restraining your arms.

That’s when you saw Anna standing in front of you with a mischievous grin and heard jack say, “Fuck her up!”

But she only got the chance to rear her arm back before Chairman’s Intent played through the arena and Jack immediately dropped you to the canvas, whipping around only to find Hook racing towards the ring.

Jack and Anna slid out the other side of the ring and both took off over the barricade and through the crowd. Hook kneeled down next to you and searched your face for any visible sign of pain. His eyes were dark and furious but his voice was as gentle as his touch when he grabbed your hand and pulled you up to your feet.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head and he eyed you over to make sure, then nodded before he held onto your hand and helped you out the ring.

“He’s taking this shit too far” he mutters when you get back stage. “He’s lucky I was in the viewing room and not right back stage or I would’ve fucked him up the second he stepped out of that tunnel.”

He glanced over at you, taking note of your silence.

“Are you positive he didn’t hurt you?” He asked with a cold, stern edge.

“He didn’t. He just pissed me off.”

“Oh trust me, me too.” He stops in front of the locker room door. “From now on, im ringside for all your matches. He wants to play with his life, then I’ll play with it.”

You could only nod back, knowing there was nothing that you could really say that would soften the coldness he has towards his ex-best friend. He leaned down and placed a kiss to your forehead before he brushed past you.

———

The next week, in the middle of his match, Jack’s tacky symphony hit and Hook was ready to race up the ramp. However, Jack didn’t come out and he should’ve known he wouldn’t.

The big screen started playing and there he saw Jack, Anna and you hunched over in a chair back stage. Hook saw red in that moment, tunnel vision to say the very least. He saw you looking like you’d been brutalized by Anna, knowing it was Jacks whole plan to get under Hook’s skin and he could hardly hear the words coming out of Jack’s mouth thanks to the pulsations of his heart beating in his ears.

“You shouldn’t have fucked with me, Hook.” Jack winks at the camera before he steps to the side to show you fully. Anna grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head up, exposing the dazed and beaten out look on your face.

Hook didn’t even stay for the rest of his match and he didn’t stand there and listen to anything else Jack had to say before he was jumping out the ring and racing back stage.

He knew they were in the parking garage thanks to the cars around. Jack was an idiot for making his location that obvious. But hook was glad for it.

It took him less than five minutes to bust in and grab Jack by the back of his head, slamming him down onto the cold, hard concrete. Anna bolted as soon as Hook got his hands on him and you kept your head against your knees, unable to pick it up but you heard your boyfriends low, infuriated voice and knew he was about to end things once and for all.

He glanced over at you, his eyes softening for a moment but you didn’t see it. When he saw how much pain you were in, a new kind of blaze set fire inside of him, and that served for his reason to pick jack up off the concrete and slam him into three different cars, busting the window out of one.

Car alarms sounded through the garage as glass shattered all over their bodies. Hook grabbed Jack’s cheeks and shouted, “You fucked up, Jack! Should’ve stayed away from my girl!”

He knees Jack’s ribs and watches him slide down the side of an SUV but he just hadn’t had enough yet. He brought jack to his feet once more and slammed his head into a car hood three times before he picked it back up.

“You thought you’d get away with this?!” He shouts as he slams his head again, “thought I wouldn’t catch your punk ass?!”

Jack was limp by the point and you’d finally gained enough strength to lift your head. All you saw was Hook repeatedly slamming jacks head into a car hood until blood was smeared all over it.

Jack fell against Hook’s body when he tried to stand up. “Please” jack pleaded, weakly. “I’m sorry, hook. I’m sorry for all of it just please, let me go.”

Hooks eyes caught jacks and he saw the complete and utter fear. But then he looked over at you, and the traces of blood sliding down your cheek and he no longer considered mercy.

His lips turned up in a vengeful smirk and he shook his head slowly. “I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” He snatched his head so Jack could see your face.

“You see that?! You see my girl with blood on her face cause of what you told your girlfriend to do?!” He shouts directly in jacks ear, making sure that’s all he hears from this point on, echoing about his mind.

“You’re lucky you’re able to look at her right now! You should be out fucking cold in the back of my trunk right now!”

Jacks eyes widened and his weak body fell to his knees as he looked back up at his former friend. “Hook, please, I’m sorry”

“Tell her that!” He snatches his head again, forcing Jack to face you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry!”

“Nah, you know what?” Hook says as he slides his arms under his and drags him over to you. He keeps jacks arms restrained just like he did to you when Anna was about to beat you that first time in the ring.

You looked down at Jack’s horrified face and up at your boyfriend’s stone cold one. He nodded tightly while jack shook his head adamantly, pleading with you but you were too much like your partner, merciless.

“Fuck him up, baby”

You threw four jabs into jacks jaw before his eyes fluttered and his whole body went slack in Hook’s grasp. He grabbed his hair and snatched his head back up, his face coming down to whisper in his ear, “Remember this next time you and Anna think about even getting near my girl.”

He then threw jack down to the concrete, finally satisfied before he kneeled down in front of you and wiped away some of the smeared blood on your cheek. “You okay?” He whispered, watching you nod.

He eyed you over like he did before making sure you meant that before he stood up and extended his hand, pulling you to your feet as you stepped over Jack’s body and found yourself wrapped up in his arms.

“It’s over now.” He muttered from above. “Pretty sure he knows better than to fuck with my girl or me ever again.”

#hook aew #hook #aew hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook nation rise #send hook

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I loved that! Can I request a Part 3 of the Yandere Platonic Straw Hats with Eri Reader? Arlong Park

Reader wants Nami to come back and learn why she left, and after learning about Nami's past, feels very sorry about Nami's situation and wants to help her, like how Nami helped Reader

Reader reveals a small part of her past, that she doesn't remember much about her mom, only that she gave her away because of her 'Curse', but says Nami's mommy sounds like an amazing person

(Both Zoro and Luffy become absolutely pissed, and want to find Reader's mom and beat the crap outta her)

-You were curled up in Luffy’s arms, sniffing softly as you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand again as he walked through the small town with you.

-Nami had been traced to this island, in Cocoyasi Village, where her big sister, Nojiko had found the 5 of you, looking for Nami.

-After learning she had stolen the ship to return to the island, Nojiko was sympathetic, especially seeing you, and brought you all to hers and Nami’s childhood home.

-You ate some mikan, ignoring Nojiko’s laugh as you didn’t care much for the slightly sour taste, as she told you why Nami had stolen the ship.

-Nami had been working hard to make whatever money she could, to buy the freedom of everyone on Cocoyasi Village, and while furious at first, the four men of the crew slowly calmed, hearing about how hard she had worked.

-Zoro was still annoyed with Nami, “She could have just asked us rather than just taking the ship!” Usopp agreed with him.

-You looked up at Luffy, holding onto his vest, “Are we gonna help Nami?” he instantly grinned down at you, “Of course we are!”

-Your eyes were as big as saucers, learning from Nojiko that she was part of another pirate crew, Arlong, a fish-man, who took Nami after seeing her map-drawing skills, and after killing Bell-Mere, their adoptive mother, in cold blood in front of them.

-Your eyes were full of tears, biting your bottom lip which made the five adults panic, trying to calm you down as you curled in on Luffy, which is what you did when you were scared.

-You sniffled loudly, trying to curb your tears, “I want Nami’s mommy to be my mommy too! My mommy was mean; she gave me to mean- mean men who hurt me. They made me use my quirk to hurt others. I-I want a mommy like Nami’s mommy!”

-Luffy’s blood was like ice and fire all at the same time, they all knew of the scars you had on your body, scars from years of torture, not just physically, but also mentally and emotionally, even Sanji, being the newest member of the crew, had gotten filled in, at least with the basics, that you had been abused and tortured for your unique ability that was not a Devil Fruit ability.

-Luffy looked furious, hearing of your past, of what your mother did to you, they all looked furious, ready to seek out your mother and get revenge. Nobody is allowed to hurt you.

-Nojiko took you from Luffy when he announced they were going to go get Nami back from Arlong, but you couldn’t shake the sense of dread as Luffy gave you a grin, “I’m gonna get Nami back! She’s our friend!”

-Only a short while later, you were hiding behind Nojiko and Genzo, hiding from the marines and Nezumi who were attacking the mikan field, looking for the money Nami had buried there.

-You were scared, not wanting anyone to get hurt and Nojiko swallowed hard, not willing to risk your safety and she nudged you away, “Go hide!”

-You hesitated and ran, doing as you were told, and you heard Nezumi, “Don’t let her escape!”

-The sound of a punch filled the air, but you kept running, tears nearly blinding you as you ran, looking for a place to hide.

-You found Usopp and Zoro shortly after, Usopp bleeding just a bit from a minor wound, but the amount of blood made it look worse than it was, while Zoro had been attacked by Arlong and left to die, his wounds reopened.

-You held Zoro’s hand to your chest, crying loudly, which alerted the members of Arlong’s crew, and they were able to find the three of you as your horn grew dramatically as an aura seemed to surround it.

-You ignored him, telling you to stop as you helped heal the wound on his chest at least partially before you were grabbed, a sharp cry leaving you as you were pulling to the arms of an unknown fish man.

-Usopp tried to grab you back but was instantly kicked down by the other two fish man, your eyes were wide as your hand was stretched out to him, crying out, “Usopp!”

-You were dragged to Arlong Park where you found Luffy, without his hat, and most of the park was destroyed around you, Luffy was injured again, but so was Arlong, who looked scary.

-The fish man holding you held you out, “Hey Arlong! I found a new kid! She can heal others!” Luffy turned, his eyes wide as you were struggling, as he was holding you up by the back of your shirt, trying to get free.

-Something hit the fish man holding you and instantly you found yourself in Nami’s arms, after she had knocked him out, leaping away with you.

-Your eyes lit up as you hugged her around her neck, “Nami!” she said nothing, glaring at Arlong before she spoke while setting her down, “You won’t take Y/N!”

-Arlong looked amused, laughing loudly, seeing Nami acting in a similar way to Bell-Mere, remembering her from so many years ago.

-Sanji was doing his best taking care of the other fish men, as was Usopp, Zoro, and Nami, who were all injured but fighting hard, while Luffy was fighting with Arlong.

-You were crying heavily, your quirk activating, the horn growing and glowing brightly as your hands were over your years as panic quickly took hold of you.

-It was hard to breath, you could barely see out of your teary eyes, sharp panting gasps were making your chest hurt.

-Nami was blown head over heels, but quickly saved by Sanji and you noticed a locket fall from her pocket, falling nearby.

-She didn’t notice but you quickly grabbed it, so it wouldn’t get stepped on, clutching it tightly to your chest.

-A blinding light surrounded you and the locket, stunning everyone; it felt like you were screaming, but no sound was coming out as swirls surrounded you, the locket disintegrating into dust, revealing a lock of bright red hair which then began to swirl.

-Eyes went wide, everyone gawking at you as Bell-Mere slowly appeared as the day she had died, minus the gunshot wound, kneeling down beside you, holding you close before she gasped loudly, returning to life.

-She looked down at her hands in shock, as she remembers dying, looking at the gun being pointed at her before she looked down at you, now drenched in sweat as a heavy fever took over your body, unconscious.

-She then looked around, seeing Nami, now an adult, fighting against Arlong and his men, alongside other humans and she set you down, cracking her knuckles, “Seems to me nothing’s changed! Arlong you bastard!!”

-You woke up four days later, after being nursed back to health by Nako, long after Arlong and his crew were defeated, Cocoyasi Village was safe, and Nojiko and Nami were reunited with their mother.

-Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, Sanji, and Nami, alongside Bell-Mere and Nojiko, had all refused to leave your side while you were recovering.

-Usopp told Nami of your past, of what little you told them when searching her out and she was just as furious, as was your new mother, Bell-Mere, who immediately adopted you.

-Luffy held you while you both ate, sitting you on his lap, as he refused to eat until you woke up, being unnaturally quiet for once.

-You were scared he was mad with you, once you were done eating, turning to look up at him and you cupped his cheeks as he bit into another meat-stick.

-He looked down at you, cheeks full and instantly he grinned down at you, “I’m glad you’re awake! You scared me!”

-You apologized to them all, giving them all, unknowingly, puppy dogs eyes, which lead to you being passed around for the next ten minutes, getting hugs from everyone, some, Usopp and Sanji, crying more obnoxiously than others.

-Your eyes were sparkly when you were passed from Nami to Bell-Mere, getting introduced to her and she beamed down at you, “So you’re Y/N~ I guess I owe you a big thanks for bringing me back to life!”

-Your eyes went huge, holding your cheeks, “I did that?” they all nodded, Zoro lightly scolding you with no real malice, that it was the reason you had been out the past few days.

-Once Nako said you were safe to leave his clinic, Nami hugged her mother tightly, who was going to stay in Cocoyasi Village and rebuild it, giving Nami her blessings to continue on her journey and every single one of them promise her that they were going to keep you safe, which made you beam brightly up at her.

-Nami put a couple of mikan trees on the Going Merry, as a piece of her hometown, as well as to have fresh fruits available.

-Luffy pointed out to the sea, “To Loguetown!” the rest of the crew, including you, all cheered out loudly.

-You were all unaware of the looming storm as a shadowy figure looked at the photos he was just sent, of you using your abilities, seeing you return a woman who had been dead for years, back to life from only a lock of hair.

-He scowled lightly, knowing this would be something that would be very dangerous if you were to fall into the wrong hands.

-He turned to another person, holding out the best photo he had of you, taken just before you left the island, when Bell-Mere was patting your head, bidding you goodbye, showing only you and her hand on your head, smiling shyly up at her.

-He inhaled deeply, “Put a bounty on her, alive and intact only. Her name is Y/N. Make it for one hundred billion.” His subordinate gawked, but said nothing, doing as they were told before he leaned back into his chair, a deep sigh leaving him.

#one piece #eri #luffy #nami #zoro #usopp #sanji

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"And At Last, I See The Light" (Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader) Part 2.

Welcome back, everyone!! I got a bunch of requests to make a part two to this fic, and i figured it would be a good 2-year anniversary post for this blog! I started this blog with Sanemi, and now here we are!! I hope you enjoy it!!

Word count: 3.7k

Songs to listen too while reading: The Archer(Taylor swift), In my room( Chance Peña), Say yes to heaven(Lana Del Rey), No.1 Party Anthem(The Arctic Monkeys)

Warnings: Angst, cursing, self-hate, panic attack descriptions, mentions of death, fighting, and blood.

“Have I ever told you that your eyes are striking- no, dazzling… no, that’s not enough.” Sanemi thought for a moment, “You are absolutely captivating.” 

Sanemi’s hands fell from her arms, his body stiffening as he looked at the woman across from him. What had he just said? Why would he ever let himself say something like that? Something so completely idiotic, sudden, brash….Vulnerable. That’s it, the word that always left a poisonous taste on his tongue. Why would Sanemi have ever let himself say something so vulnerable? His mind was already racing with questions. Was It the rush of emotions? Was it the influence of the color of her eyes? 

Sanemi’s attention snapped back to the present, and he watched helplessly as her eyes widened. Her vibrant eyes, gods, Sanemi was enraged by how captivated he had already become. He always believed that the phrase ‘eyes are the window to someone’s soul’ was utter bullshit, but now, looking at her, he couldn’t do anything but finally believe. The way the hues blended together effortlessly into a dreamy painting made Sanemi want to curse out loud. Had he always missed views this stunning? How many days did he go missing something just like this? Her face peered up at him, her wide eyes laced with a mixture of shock and surprise, her cheeks alight with a furious blush. Every inch of her was radiating in a color that Sanemi swore could only ever work on her, and no one else could dare try and dawn the same shades with the same heavenliness as she. 

“What did you just say?” Sanemi’s heart stopped for a second before its beat resumed at a highly uncomfortable pace. Her face shifted slightly, an eyebrow-raising as she continued to stare up at the now panicked Sanemi. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, searching desperately for something he could say in place of his true words. He had promised himself never to be vulnerable like this around someone again, and he had already let it get too far by opening a soft spot in his soul for the woman across from him. Vulnerability like this would get him killed, and right now, he felt as though a katana had just pierced through his chest with little to no effort. The new look on her face, the confusion, was sickening. Sanemi could hear her internal monologue already… ‘Who does this creep think he is?’ Or ‘I’m far too perfect for a scarred monster; why would he ever think that I would feel anything other than friendship to him?’ God forbid, ‘Ha! Friendship, I’m only kind to him out of pity; honestly, it’s tiring.’ The thoughts running through his mind of what she might think of him were deathly as Sanemi continued to stare down at the woman. In the deepest retreats of his mind, a part of himself yelled loudly, begging for Sanemi to finally let someone in again, almost on the verge of tears as they screamed in his ears. Sanemi only shrugged off the voice, ignoring the desperate being begging for love just like he had done for so long. Everyone he loved was taken from him. From his family to Masachika, Kanae, and if he dared ever utter the words to (Y/n), she would be the next victim of his affection. He couldn’t do it to her. To curse someone so good and so full of light with something as poisoning as his love. It would be a fate worse than being turned into a demon. 

“Nothing.” He stammered, turning on his heel as the pounding in his chest quickened. It was dizzying, the beating in his chest; everything around him was so bright and so noisy, and his mind truly couldn’t move fast enough to catch up with his new world. The colors hurt, the noise was disorienting, and the knowledge of one of the people he cared about the most standing behind him watching him unfold clawed itself into his brain. Sanemi’s breathing was rapid as the Hashira thought deeply about his next move; to him, it was a simple choice; he would disappear in an instant, retreating to his estate and hiding there for however long he needed. But, like most of his other plans, he was interrupted by the one person who could tear his world down in near seconds. 

“No. No, Sanemi, don’t say that. Please, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it.” (Y/n) begged him as her hand took anchor on his wrist. Her voice was shaky, only adding to the sickness Sanemi felt rising in his stomach. “Don’t run away from me, please. Just say it one more time.” Her grip tightened, and Sanemi remained frozen in place. The world around him seemingly taunted his soul as it began to spin rapidly, the directions changing in an instant. He tore his wrist free from her grip as he stumbled forward, trying to stifle the broken gasps that tried to break through his lips. All he had to do was say it again, and then she would either leave or stay. But the idea of her leaving him left his heart breaking, and the idea of her staying for a monster like him just furthered his panic. She deserved so much more than him. He was an asshole, a coward, an overly emotional wreck, a murderer, and someone who couldn’t even protect his own family.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was a demon. 

And who could ever love someone that couldn’t even love himself?

“I can’t.” His voice was strained, hoarse, and broken by every heavy gasp that dared interrupt him. He felt her reaching for him; he felt the warmth, the love, the promise of something good, and in an instant, Sanemi disappeared with the wind. Leaving (Y/n) (L/n) alone and abandoning any hope of being something more than the coward he saw himself as. 

Sanemi crashed through the doors to his estate, his chest heaving with each dizzying step he took. Bedroom, all he had to do was make it to his bedroom, and he could collapse there. But, It seemed as though his body was determined to take out anything in its way, crashing against the poorly decorated walls of his estate, knocking anything hanging on the walls to the floors, splaying the wood with shattered glass from picture frames and blood that dripped from a newly opened wound on Sanemi’s arm. Sanemi gasped as he stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet and meeting the cold floor of his home with no preparation. Any breath remaining in his lungs was stolen from him greedily, leaving the wind Hashira gasping for relief as warm water began to trickle down his cheeks. His nose was pressed flush against the floor, a dull throbbing already creeping its way across his face. After what seemed like an eternity, Sanemi rolled over. His back pressed firmly against the cold wood floor as the weight in his chest grew heavier with each second. His body shook as though the room around him was below freezing, and his hands grabbed desperately at the clothes on his torso, attempting to free himself from the feeling coursing through his body. 

‘Don’t run away from me, please.’ The one thing (Y/n) asked of him, and Sanemi couldn’t even give her that. How could he ever give her anything else? Happiness, freedom, love? He could do nothing, but he still went ahead and gave her hope with that one simple line. ‘You are absolutely captivating.’ It was so easy to say in the heat of the moment. When nothing felt detrimental, nothing felt final, and it was simply him and her alone and in peace. But now, he had run away, ruined her night and most likely her week, and all he would lay alone on the cold floors of his home with his vision blurry, chest heaving, heart pounding, and the world flickering In and out of sight. He tried desperately to regulate his breathing. Any technique he could find he tried, but nothing was working, instead he lay motionless on his floor, crying consistently. And Sanemi would stay there, gasping for air and exhausted, until he eventually passed out twenty minutes later. 

The following week that passed was nothing but a blur to Sanemi. From the moment he woke up to a group of screaming kakushi surrounding him In his home to now, where he stood alone in the middle of his private training arena, it was all nothing but a cruel haze. But, haze or not, the events that took place a week ago had burned themselves in his brain, taking joy in haunting his dreams nightly as if he didn’t already have a pile of shit to unpack. Seeing colors had changed so much in his life, and it was taking Sanemi more time than he thought to adjust. From realizing the horrid decoration skills, he had dawned to being haunted by any color that reminded him of (Y/n), seeing colors was turning out to be more of a burden than a blessing. 

‘(Y/n)…’ He found himself staring at the vibrant blue sky, getting lost in thought with little to no effort. ‘I hope she’s ok…and I hope she isn’t still angry with me.’ He sighed in defeat. He may have been living in a blur for the past week, but he assured himself that he would never allow himself to come into contact with the Hashira that had taken possession of his mind and soul. He avoided her at every turn, and still, he held out desperate hope that in another week, they would return to their old ways. If she were still mad, though, Sanemi could never be upset about it. He ran way, he was the coward, but in his mind, it was the safest bet. Hopefully, she understood that. In the meantime, he would continue to try and return to normalcy. Training the brats, going on scouting missions, going on regular missions, anything and everything that could distract Sanemi became his best friend. 

Today felt different though; as the winds slowly shifted, Sanemi couldn’t help but feel as though something big was about to happen. And with the flapping of crows wings, Sanemi felt as though he would get his answer. 

“Caw! Orders from Oyakata-sama!” The bird screeched loudly as it landed on a nearby training dummy Sanemi had yet to destroy. Sanemi ran his hand through his hair, urging the crow to continue silently. He listened intently as the crow detailed the mission Sanemi would be sent on. A lone town in the mountains has been rampaged by attacks of supposed demon hoards nightly, and all slayers sent there thus far have failed to complete their mission, either returning in utter hysterics or not returning at all. Therefore, Oyakata deemed Sanemi and another Hashira suitable for the job. 

“Who is the other Hashira?” Sanemi asked, silently praying for it to be anyone other than (Y/n). At this point, he would even prefer Tomioka over her, which was a thought that made Sanemi sick. He never wanted to avoid (Y/n); even going a day without talking to her was torture, but he didn’t know what else to do. How could he ever face her again after the shit he pulled? 

“That cannot be disclosed at this time!” The bird chirped, much to Sanemi’s annoyance. His hand waved through the air, sending the bird to the sky in an instant with the gesture. It bid him farewell as it flew off, disappearing in the bright blue sky in a matter of seconds. 

“Stupid fucking bird.” Sanemi cursed under his breath before turning on his heel. He would be the first to admit that his heart was racing, nerves at the idea of being paired on a mission with (Y/n) was making him sick, but still, he continued forward, beginning the trek back to his estate to prepare for the upcoming mission. 

The gods truly hated Sanemi Shinazugawa. They had to; it was the only explanation as to why he arrived at the meeting point a few miles outside of the town and (Y/n) was standing there, the smile she normally wore long wiped off of her face. Their eyes met, Sanemi’s laced with shame and hers laced with disappointment. The look in her eyes could have killed him at first glance, the vibrancy and life were seemingly washed away, and her eyes were puffy, most likely due to crying. She looked at him with such disdain, anger and sadness written across her face and disappointment in her tone when she finally spoke to him.  

“The town is only a few miles away…we will be there by nightfall.” She didn’t look at him longer than a few minutes before she walked down the road, leaving him to follow her. Sanemi stood still, breathless, as he watched her walk away. She was so….lifeless, and the realization that hit him almost knocked him to the ground. 

He had broken her heart. 

They walked to the town in silence, not even the sound of the nightingales in the distance breaking through the tension between the pair. Sanemi searched for something to say desperately, be it an excuse or something to return them to the friendship they shared only a week ago, but no matter what he tried, the words fell short on his tongue. Upon reaching the town, a few words were finally shared, though they were none of the words he wished to hear. 

“We should split up…I think the way the demon is overwhelming the villagers and demon slayers is by hiding its main body and splitting off into other demons it can control…” (Y/n) spoke grimly, not looking at the other Hashira as she did. 

“That sounds a lot like upper moon four that the Kamado kid fought...Maybe we'll get lucky and get to fight an upper moon.” Sanemi attempted a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Well, it’s not; that demon is dead, now get to work, Shinazugawa.” And with that, (Y/n) disappeared into the night. Sanemi was left alone, dumbstruck at the sudden absence she created. Was this how she felt when he left? No. She must have felt so much worse…After he ruined the hope she held in her heart, he deserved to feel just as bad as he made her feel. Sanemi continued further into the village, his mind captured by the idea of how royally he had fucked up. He should have just admitted his compliment, hell he should have admitted his adoration for her, but no, he just had to be stubborn as always. ‘What if she dies? She’ll die thinking you hate her. Are you such a miserable bitch that you couldn’t even admit that you complimented someone you care about?’ Sanemi’s thoughts ran wild through his head, clouding his thoughts so easily that it felt as though it was a common occurrence. His head hung low, eyes fixated on the ground, and even the sudden presence of a demon behind him didn’t tear his eyes from where they were focused. He unsheathed his Katana in seconds, waving it through the air and decapitating the demon effortlessly. The beast screamed, most likely calling on his companions, and finally, Sanemi’s eyes lifted from the ground. His eyes slightly widened, five demons surrounded him, although he knew they would be no issue for him. One charged, and he let them hit him, cutting open a gash on his arm and effectively subjecting them to the drunken wave that followed the scent of his blood. The more that drew near, the more Sanemi felt himself caring less about this mission, only concerned about if (Y/n) had located the central body. More demons charged him, and with a wave of his sword, they were decapitated, establishing himself as a hearty threat to the remaining demon figures. 

“Two Hashira? For us?” One demon cackled, prideful in his supposed power. Sanemi groaned in annoyance. 

“Maybe this one will be as fun as the girl. She looked so lost trying to get away from all of them, oh and her face when they held her down…just proves that Hashira aren’t as strong as they say..” Another demon spoke up. In an instant, Sanemi’s world froze, he blinked, and in a second, the demons were decapitated leaving him running around the village screaming out (Y/n)’s name. If she got hurt because of a mass amount of demons, Sanemi would never forgive himself. He ruined her week, made her miserable, and now he let her run off alone to fight demons that had claimed the lives of twenty Demon Slayers. 

Sanemi ran faster than he ever had before, weaving down alleyways, running atop buildings, slamming his body to the ground when he took a far too sudden turn, but still, he ran. His chest was heaving as panic consumed him; there was one more place in the village he had yet to search, and if she wasn’t there, he was sure the inevitable had come true. First his mother, his siblings, Masachika, Kanae…and now her. Sanemi always did this to himself. He made the same mistake of caring for someone in a world where demons existed. 

He rounded the corner, his feet coming to a halt. The only thing there was a forest line, the scent of demons, and a pool of blood seeping into the dirt road beneath him. To his knees, he fell, a broken cry escaping his throat so hoarsely it felt as though he was being strangled. His hands stretched out in front of him, falling to the ground before they reached the pool of blood; no matter what he told himself, the facts were indisputable. The pool of blood before him was a human’s blood, the demon stench lingering so heavily it made him choke on the air, the words those lesser demons had repeated….(Y/n) was dead. Sanemi felt as though he was going to be sick at the realization; all the pent-up emotions he had hidden from her were finally taking control, though they were too late. They were always too late. 

“Please…Please, no, don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you too.” Sanemi gasped, his head falling down and pressing flush against the dirt road he had collapsed on. “Please….Please (Y/n), don’t leave me; I know I fucked up. I should have told you the truth, I should have said it again. Should have told you how captivating you are, how much I look forward to talking to you, how badly I want to eat dinner with you, how badly I loved you.” There It was. The word he had run from for so long. Love, the thing that could tear your heart out so suddenly and leave you alive to face the repercussions. Sanemi hated the admittance, he hated uttering the word, but now, he’d never get to say it to her face. She was dead, and he was here; his words would forever go unheard by the one woman that made his whole world bright once again. 

“You love me?” The words that reached his ears came from in front of him, belonging to a singsongy voice he had grown to adore. Sanemi pushed himself from the ground in an instant, his eyes laden with tears and his chest heaving. The figure before him, the woman standing in front of him with a bandaged leg and a stern look on her ethereal face, it was (Y/n).

“Are you real?” Sanemi choked out, his eyes flickering from the pool of slowly drying blood to the woman before him. 

“Do you love me?” She only repeated herself, looking down at the Hashira, who remained knelt on the ground. Sanemi choked in a deep breath, his hands shaking as he gently took her hands in his. Oh so gently, he lifted her hands to his lips, placing delicate kisses across her gentle skin in an effort to test if she were real or not. 

“I do, and I’m a coward for not admitting it earlier. I love you so deeply; your voice haunts every waking moment of my day; when I see certain things, all I’m reminded of is you; when I sit down at dinner, I imagine what it would be like to have you there with me…I love you so much it scares me, and I think that you deserve so much better. But I can’t bare to see you with anyone else, so if you’ll allow me, I want to become better for you….Please, I’m so sorry.” His voice was breathy as he spoke, his eyes locking on hers from where he knelt on the ground. 

“After what you put me through…I should hate you.” Her words struck him to his core, and Sanemi nodded as she continued. “But no matter what I did, I couldn’t. I asked anyone who would listen for advice, and if they gave me an answer that related to never speaking to you again, I yelled at them. I wanted to be mad at you so badly, but I was hurt more than anything. Sanemi, I love you so much, and I need you to prove to me that you have the capability of loving me openly…I will not be loved in secrecy.” (Y/n) finished talking as she gently pulled on Sanemi’s hands, urging him to stand. He stood slowly, his eyes not leaving hers as he did. 

“How could I ever hide my love for someone as perfect as you?” Sanemi whispered softly, leaning forward before pressing his forehead gently against hers. He remained still, his eyes shut tight before the feeling of her lips on his consumed her. Her arms were around him in a matter of moments, kissing him deeply as a smile formed on his scarred face. 

“Please, never be scared to talk to me. I want you to walk with me through all stages of life. And I want you to walk with me in the light; no more hiding in the shadows.” A soft sigh left (Y/n)’s lips as she spoke. “May the dawn that shines on me always shine upon you, my love.”

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#demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #kny hashira #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi x reader #sanemi x y/n #sanemi imagines #demon slayer sanemi #sanemi fluff #sanemi angst #shinazugawa sanemi #demon slayer fandom #demon slayer imagines

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Proposal

I have a cute angst to fluff idea. While Dustin loves Eddie, he loves the reader more. They're like the sibling he never had, and he's known them for years because they used to babysit him.

Dustin overhears Eddie with another guy talking about how he doesn't want the reader to be his girlfriend anymore. Dustin goes into overprotective mode and is pissed.

He spends the next day keeping the reader away from Eddie. The reader thinks it's kinda cute and that Dustin just missed them. Eddie's kinda confused why his girlfriend has been taken hostage by a kid who looks like he's .5 seconds away from tackling him.

Eddie gets Dustin alone and asks what's going on, and Dustin loses it telling him what he overheard. Eddie explains that yeah he doesn't want the reader to be JUST his girlfriend anymore, which is why he's gonna propose the night of graduation. He even shows him the ring he's picked out.

Eddie thinks its cute that Dustin is so protective of the reader, and he tells him he's thankful he's always looking out for them, even though he hogged them all day. Eddie tells him that gives him the honor of being the best man, and Dustin is of course going to be the absolute best, best man ever.

Requested by anon

This was such a cute request that I had to write it straight away 😍

Warnings; Slight Angst to Fluff.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ❤ I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

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Dustin had been close to y/n for the longest time, she was his babysitter when he was younger and was like the sister he never had.

Dustin loved Eddie too but at this precise moment, he was pissed off at him. He didn't mean to eavesdrop he didn't but he heard Eddie talking to Gareth and Eddie was speaking very quietly.

Eddie said that he didn't want y/n to be his girlfriend anymore.

Dustin was absolutely furious and he had every intention of protecting y/n from Eddie's intention to break her heart.

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Y/n didn't know why but Dustin had turned extremely protective in the last day or so, he wouldn't let her out of his sight which was very sweet, he was like the little brother she never had and he must have been missing her.

"Aww Dustykins, you miss me huh? You can join Eddie and me for movie night anytime you want you know?".

At the mention of Eddie's name Dustin's eyes narrow and she's confused about what's going on. Did they have a falling out or something that she wasn't privy to?

All day he had barely let Eddie near her and Eddie was complaining he hadn't had his afternoon kisses.

Dustin's even worse when Eddie comes near, finally managing to sneak past Dustin and he wraps his arms around her waist.

"There's my beautiful princess". He kisses her cheek and nuzzles her neck. Dustin is still glaring at Eddie who looks confused and whispers in her ear.

"Sweetheart, why is the little butthead looking at me like he wants to tackle me then beat me up?". She shrugs helplessly, Dustin has never acted like this before.

Right, he needs to have a word with Henderson then.

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Eddie takes Dustin to a quieter part of the auditorium.

"Okay Henderson, spill. What's up with you?".

Dustin is quiet for a few seconds then speaks looking furious.

"I overheard you talking to Gareth about you not wanting y/n to be your girlfriend anymore. You know how much y/n loves you Eddie. I'm so pissed off at you right now".

Eddie softens. So this was what it was all about. He just wanted to protect y/n.

"Y/n is like a sister to me' Dustin fumes, so if you think I'm just going to let you break her heart

"Henderson chill. I said that yes but if you stuck around for five seconds longer you would have heard me say after. I don't want y/n to be just my girlfriend anymore. I'm going to propose to her on graduation night".

That stops Dustin in his tracks and he gapes.

"Shit, Eddie man, I'm sorry". Eddie shakes his head and ruffles Dustin's hair.

"No, don't be. You protected y/n. You always have and you don't know what that means to me. You are going to be the perfect best man dude".

Dustin's eyes light up and he hugs him.

"Really?". Eddie grins and nods.

"Absolutely, wanna see the ring?". Dustin nods enthusiastically and Eddie opens the red box showing him the ring he's picked out for y/n. It's beautiful, classic, just like his princess.

"Wow, that's amazing man, y/n will love it, it's beautiful". He smiles feeling nervous for graduation but he can't wait.

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Graduation passes and she is so happy and proud that Eddie has graduated. He's ecstatic and they are currently at a movie night with all their friends, her parents and Eddie's uncle Wayne.

Dustin and Eddie appear to have made up as they are in the corner discussing something. Probably D&D.

A little while passes and Eddie looks very anxious and chatter quietens as he approaches her.

"Sweetheart, I have something I really want to ask you?". She smiles and gets up gently cupping his cheek.

"What is it, love?". He gets on one knee and her heart begins to race. Oh my god. Oh my god is all she can think and tears, happy tears roll down his cheek.

"Y/n, I love you so much, you're the first woman I've ever loved and the only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. You're my soulmate. Will you marry me, princess?". He pulls out a square box and opens it.

The ring inside is beautiful, so beautiful and she feels so full of love for Eddie. He's her soulmate.

"Yes. Yes!". He beams and gets up kissing her as everyone erupts into cheers. She kisses Eddie and he slips the ring onto her finger.

She couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life with him.

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#eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff

[sungiesbabygirl]

summary : after your mother re married, you find out that you have stepbrothers. Feeling odd feelings for them that no sibling should feel. It’s only a matter of time before they confess. Which one will it be first? - my imagination

warnings : step!cest, swearing, mutual pining, age gap (the boys are older by 2 years)

pairings : enha!0t7 x fem!reader

a/n : hey guys, so this is a new story I'm writing. It will have multiple parts so please be patient with me for these updates. I'm also sorry this is so short, it was suppose to be longer but I didn't want to bore anyone. I'm also a fairly new writer so no hate please....

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This was a pain in my ass, I hated every single second of it but I couldn’t exactly refuse and go home.

I guess your wondering why I want to go home but can’t, am I right? Well my mum recently re-married to one of the parks, you know the parks that own those really really high fashioned and marketed companies? Yeah them. Unfortunately for me I had to move in with my mums new fiancé, it’s not as bad as it sounds and he’s not the reason I want to go home per say.

The reason I want to go home is because I have 7 step brothers that my mother just happened not to mention. Now don’t get me wrong it’s not at all as bad as I’m making it sound, apart from the fact they’re insanely attractive and day by day I’m going crazy. I know its not normal to like your step siblings but.. when they look like my step brothers its kinda hard not too-

"Y/N get down here right now!", my eyebrows furrow in confusion as I get pulled out my thoughts by my mother screaming bloody murder from downstairs.

Pulling myself up from the comfort of my bed made me realise how quiet it was after my mother had stopped yelling. 'mmh, that's weird. what are they up to now?'. My mind ran with absurd thoughts that I knew could never be true, as my feet padded against the cold wooden floor. It felt like a million years before I reached the kitchen where I saw a mess that was beyond bad, my furious mother standing right beside it giving me a look that said 'if you don't explain I will get out the wooden spoon.'

"Y/N, can you explain to me why you made this mess and tried getting jay to clean it up?", my mother said in that aggressive voice I absolutely hated.

My mind turns blank as I look from the mess, to my mother and then back to the mess. "I swear I didn't do any of that, I haven't even been downstairs this morning." desperation laced in my voice. The air felt a little colder now, maybe it was due to the fact my mother was glaring daggers at me or the fact I was wearing shorts. I couldn't tell.

It all felt very tense my mother has never once blamed me for creating messes and not cleaning up after myself, considering the fact I've been living with her all my life.

"Oh stop lying to me Y/N, first you make a mess in the kitchen then you try denying it, and now your ignoring poor jay who had to suffer with your sorry ass. I'm sick of it." The voice of my mother says, a mix of stress and exhaustion in her voice making my eyes trail to the floor in shame.

Its silent for a few minutes until a low voice that sounded like honey starts to speak from the doorway of the kitchen, "um.. miss l/n, I'm so sorry for creating this mess. There was an emergency at my work so I had to go and sort it out. Please don't blame y/n."

Looking up from the floor my body instinctively turns around, breath hitching in a heart beat as I look at the figure leaning against the doorway. Lee heeseung. I slowly let my eyes run down his body noticing the way his muscles flex under his black shirt and the way his eyes seem darker under his black cap.

As my eyes make their way back up to his face, my eyes connect with his making my cheeks heat up and my body quickly turn away from him failing to notice the smirk on his lips. My mother looks at him in shock a tense air hanging around the room making me shift uncomfortably. "I'm so sorry heeseung, if I knew it was your mess I would have cleaned it up for you."

I let out a small scoff at the audacity my mother held, 'she would do it for him but not for me, it wasn't even my mess.' Feeling a hand on my shoulder bought me out of my thoughts for the second time this morning, but god did I wish I had stayed in those thoughts. As I looked up, my eyes once again held contact with heeseungs dark brown orbs, it was like we were both having a staring contest.. only this one was a fight between instincts and desire.

Clearing my throat I quickly step away from him, noticing the way jay intensely stared at us. 'what the hell is his problem?'. I look up at my mother who already has the cleaning products out and is now halfway through cleaning the mess that heeseung claimed to have made. We all know the only thing he can make is ramen noodles.

"Y/n you can go back upstairs now, you aren't needed anymore.", my jaw falls slack open as I hear what my mother said, she made me come all the way downstairs just to argue with me about something I didn't do? What a waste of time seriously.

Nodding my head was the only thing I could do in that moment, not that she would be able to see it considering her back was facing me but I didn't feel like wasting my voice on her. As I walk away I feel eyes digging into the back of me, I turn around expecting my mother to be glaring at me for not replying to her. But to my surprise, I saw not just heeseung but jays eyes running down the back of my figure. Before turning my head back forward, heeseung looks up at me giving me a subtle wink and putting his lip between his teeth. My cheeks flush a deep red as I quickly face forward. I was so telling beomgyu about this.

#enhamfavl #kpop #enhypen #kpop imagines #kpop reader insert #kpop reactions #kpop smut #enhypen masterlist #y/n x enhypen #female x enhypen

[sarcasticgaypotato]

tell me about chell, that potato hauling criminal

Chell is such a fascinating character to talk about because she, even more so than Caroline, isn't a character... but she absolutely is, at the same time.

On the surface, Chell is simply a player stand-in. She's silent, her actions are decided by the player, and we never get the game telling us outright how she feels or what she thinks. The closest we get to a backstory comes from an Easter Egg (which I've already said I don't necessarily consider canon) and insults made at the player's expense. Insults that, for all we know, are completely baseless.

Chell can reasonably be whatever the player decides she is. (If she's like me, she's actually terrible at tests and fails at puzzles repeatedly before giving up and googling the answers.) Your Chell could be compassionate towards the robots— trusting Wheatley right off the bat and being torn up by his betrayal, forgiving PotaDOS and working together easily— or your Chell could be a silent, bitter, furious killing machine, craving robotic blood and hating every second she's stuck in this hellhole. Neither Chell is technically wrong, but neither is right either.

There's a lot that could be said about the personal projecting that people often do to their favorite characters in fandom, especially with characters as open-ended as Chell, but that's an entirely different can of worms. TL;DR If it makes you happy to picture a character as being like you, go for it. It might not be my cup of tea, but you're not asking me to drink it, so who cares?

All that rambling out of the way, who do I think Chell is?

I think Chell has more character than first glance would give her credit for. We can learn a lot from what actions the game's story forces her to complete and how other characters react to her, ultimately giving us a lot more to work with than Caroline.

Chell is intelligent. If you complete the games (even if you're terrible like I am), you've completed complicated tests and outsmarted a robot that nobody else has survived before. She has a logical brain for solving puzzles as well as a quick wit for thinking on her feet and getting through life or death situations. Chell might have some internal damage from her time in stasis, but she's not slow.

Chell is tenacious and stubborn as all hell. Canon material tells us this outright, I don't need to elaborate much. Chell refuses to be kept in Aperture against her will, she refuses to stay down, and she was willing to risk dying in space just to beat Wheatley. Our girl can hold a grudge if she wants to.

Chell is a little bit of a shit. There's an achievement for breaking all of Wheatley's monitors. Chell doesn't have to do that... but she can, and I think she does. Her jumping when told to say certain words? She's playing dumb knowing Wheatley's not going to get that she's making fun of him.

Chell is fair. She held up her end of the deal with Wheatley, he didn't hold up his, so he learned his lesson. GLaDOS saves her life, even when she didn't have to, and held up her end of the deal? Chell leaves Aperture without a fuss. She doesn't try to kill GLaDOS again or wreck shit on her way out. I believe that Chell's respect is hard to win back once you've lost it, but with the events of Portal 2, GLaDOS succeeded. Chell is perfectly willing to work alongside a partner, and in fact she does so quite well as we've seen, but only if they give her the respect she deserves. If you cheat her you are going to regret it.

Finally, concerning the 'mute' part of our favorite dangerous mute lunatic; I personally am in the camp of 'Chell can speak, she just doesn't want to give the robots the satisfaction.'

There are out-of-universe reasons for Chell not talking. Erik Wolpaw actually talks about the decision to keep her silent in the Kotaku article "Why Chell Doesn't Speak" and I'd recommend hearing what he had to say on the matter. However, that explanation doesn't necessarily need to dictate in-universe ones. I think Chell can speak because frankly, it checks out with the other observations I've made here.

She's a bit of a shit, so yeah, if she noticed it bothers the robots that she's not talking, of course she'd keep it up to annoy them, and she's stubborn enough to keep at it even when she's allied with one of them. Further, she's smart, so she would know that she has very little control in a place like Aperture. This is one thing she has complete control over, this is one card she can hold over everyone else, and she's going to keep it.

All that combines to become my Chell. She's probably different from your Chell, and that's okay, but I think I've made a pretty good case for why I see her the way I do.

I could spin potential backstories for her, but they'd all be very headcanon and speculative, so I'll save that for another time.

#chell #portal 2 #portal #I'm so sorry this took so long #nanowrimo was a lot

[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Joke's On You Part 20

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

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

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Two days later, you found yourself in an interesting predicament. Somebody – and you had a very shrewd idea who – had placed a Charm on the Slytherin House Points glass. Specifically, this Charm made it so that the hourglass would let out a farting sound so loud that it echoed through the castle halls every time a professor awarded points to Slytherin House.

It took a while before the connection was made between the awarding of House Points to Slytherin and the massive, disturbing sounds ringing throughout the castle. By then, both Umbridge and Filch were absolutely furious. As it was, you found yourself pitted against the two of them all day.

First, it was Filch, who had actually seen the Weasley twins and Jordan standing before the Slytherin hourglass before breakfast. You had spotted them, too, and gone over there to talk to them when George, noticing Filch, dragged Fred and Lee out of there so fast that you weren’t even able to say hello to Fred before Filch was there.

Filch brandished his mop at you angrily. “Where’d they go!? I just saw ‘em! They were up to no good, weren’t they?”

You calmly brushed your hand over your face. “Your mop touched my face.”

Filch shuffled closer to you. “What?”

Your eyes slowly narrowed, as you repeated, “Your mop, which you use to clean this entire castle has touched my face.”

“So what? What’re you sayin’, lass? Did you see which way the twins went or not?” 

“I would first like to hear an apology for the thousand diseases you’ve just wiped on my face.” 

Filch’s eyes bulged. “What’re you talkin’ about? How dare you insinuate that my mop is – is dirty, eh?"

"Well, wouldn't it be, since you used it to clean the castle?" you said dryly. "Please apologize to me for the misuse of your mop."

Filch bristled. "I didn't misuse my mop. I know how to handle a mop! Aargh, that's not the point! I said, did you see where the Weasley morons went or not?”

You sighed. “I did see them. They went that way.” You pointed in the opposite direction from which Fred, George, and Lee had actually exited.

Filch went off hurriedly, taking his mop with him.

“Cheers.”

You jumped, as Fred appeared, seemingly from thin air, but actually from behind a trick tapestry in the corridor just to the left of the Great Hall – which was, incidentally, the same tapestry that connected the Great Hall to Gryffindor Tower and which Fred had used to beat you to the Great Hall and surprise you by publicly asking you out.

You shook your head in disappointment at yourself. “I owe Filch. I’m going to buy him a big Christmas present this year.” 

“Eh.” Fred shrugged. "I wouldn't sweat it. He loves us, really. We give him his life's purpose you see."

"Is that so?" you said, looking over at Fred. "And what did you do this time?"

A glint appeared in Fred’s eye. “Now, now, you don’t want me to spoil the surprise for you, do you? Especially after you worked so hard to help make it happen.”

You frowned. “I helped make it happen?”

“Sure you did. You chased Filch away from the hourglass.”

“That wasn’t to help – Wait, the hourglass? What about the hourglass?”

“Oops, I’ve said too much.” Fred winked at you. “I’ll be off now.”

“Fred, wait - !”

But with a short, little “ta, ta,” Fred was off, making use of the tapestry once more to escape your incoming stampede of questions.

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It was during your first class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts (or the sham version of the class that Umbridge was teaching, rather), that you heard the first, long, stinky fart rip through the corridors.

Umbridge paused. Everyone went silent – and then a few students giggled.

You shot a look at Fred, but he was seemingly absorbed in his textbook. You frowned. Nothing was more suspicious than that.

Another minute passed, and then – Bbbbbboooonnngggg… SPLAT!

“What is that noise?” Umbridge seethed, whirling around.

There was a long silence.

George raised his hand and said, in a perfectly formal voice, “Think it’s a fart, Professor. All humans - whether purebloods, half-bloods, Muggle-borns, or Muggles - do it.”

Umbridge turned red. “How dare you - ?”

- Thhhhbtttbttbttt – pfffttt – brap-rap-rap-brrrap!

Fred remarked quietly, “Definitely a fart. Possibly a shart.”

“You, and you!” Umbridge pointed at Fred and George. “Get up, now!”

The twins dutifully stood up, but then, to everyone’s horror, including yours, Fred began to bleed from his nose, while George vomited.

“Sorry, Professor, bad breakfast!” Fred cried out loudly.

Lee leapt up from his seat. “I’ll help you to the loo!”

“What? No, you – you come back - !” Umbridge began, but she was disarmed and flustered.

Another fart ripped through the hall and you started to put two and two together. You jumped to your feet as well. Shouting, “Not to the loo, Lee! The Hospital Wing! They should go to the Hospital Wing!”, you raced after the trio, who were already out of the classroom. You were determined to catch them before they got off scot-free.

You heard Umbridge shouting at you, but you ignored her and went after the twins and Lee. You nearly lost them, only you managed to see the tail of Lee’s cloak whip around the corner. You followed them up to where you least expected them to go – the library. Once there, the three of them split up to avoid being caught by Madam Pince.

“Fred!” you hissed angrily, dodging between bookshelves as you tried to catch Fred without being caught by Madam Pince yourself.

“Bugger off!” he hissed back, as he zigzagged between shelves.

Just then, you froze – for you heard, from a few shelves behind you – that dreaded “ahem, ahem.”

Abandoning all pretense, you leapt forward, grabbed Fred by the scruff of his neck (“Oi!” “Shut up!”), dragged him to the nearest table (which thankfully was covered with a velvet cloth) and threw him under it. You then hurriedly sat at the table, grabbed the nearest book, and opened it.

“What’re you playing - ?”

You kicked Fred under the table.

“Ahem, Ahem.”

Fred immediately went silent as Umbridge approached the table. Not only that, she was accompanied by Draco Malfoy.

You shot Draco a questioning look, but before you could ask anything, Umbridge addressed you. “May I ask what you are doing here, at the library, instead of in my class?”

Hiding how out of breath you were, you replied calmly, “I’m reading up on finding Sound Removal spells, of course.”

“What?”

“You know, to help the professors by getting rid of the terrible farting sounds.”

You heard a soft giggle from under the table. You coughed to hide the sound. At the same time, you found Fred’s hand with your foot and not-so-softly dug your heel into it. A tiny curse sounded out before your foot was pushed away.

“I thought you went after the Weasleys,” Umbridge said testily.

“Yeah, I saw you running in the hallway, chasing after the Weasley twins,” Draco supplied.

Ah, so that’s why he’s with Umbridge, you realized. He saw me, and he told Umbridge where he’d seen me, and he helped her to find me.

“I did, but I saw them headed towards the Hospital Wing, which is where they should go. Knowing that, I thought I would help by finding out how to stop the sounds, so I came here,” you replied matter-of-factly.

Umbridge gave you a most dissatisfied look. You knew that she did not believe you one whit, but she couldn’t contradict you either. She merely said, “Back to my class, at once, you foolish girl.”

You nodded. “Of course, Professor.”

However, the bell rang at that moment. Umbridge, realizing she had to get back to her classroom at once or risk everyone leaving her class before she could assign work or assign detention, cursed and ran out of the library.

You waited for some time before you whispered, “Fred? Are you okay down there? Is your nose all right?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, fine.”

You frowned, for Fred sounded a bit… hazy. You peeked under the table. There was Fred, slightly hunched over due to his height, but nonetheless sitting there happily enough. His nose wasn’t bleeding anymore. Then, you realized what exactly he was looking at.

Sure enough, he nodded at your panties and remarked, rather buffoonishly, “Great view.”

You bit back your annoyed retorts, as you couldn’t believe that you had been out here, thinking of all the ways to help Fred and worried about his health, and he had been down here, perfectly fine and lounging about, and staring at you like some stupid boy.

You quietly helped him out from under the table.

“Thanks, love,” Fred said cheerfully.

“Mhm,” was all you said. But you knelt down and quietly triple-tied his shoelace to the table leg.

As you walked away, you heard Fred slowly realize what you’d done. “So, I’d say that was successful – Wait – Hey, hold on, what’s this? Oi, get back here!”

You held your head high and did not look back as you walked out of the library.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

That afternoon, the Inquisitorial Squad was formed. As expected, it created quite a stir among all of the prefects. You, Roger, Percy, Penelope, Cedric, and Jane (the other Hufflepuff prefect) were all standing together and discussing what this new Inquisitorial Squad was when Draco Malfoy passed by, bearing a shiny silver “IS” badge on his chest. Percy barked out, “You! Malfoy! Come here.”

Draco looked around, only to see that it was Percy that had called for him. Draco sneered. “I’m on my way to dinner, Weasley, so I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t bother me. See, some of us grew up on more than one meal a day.”

You suddenly felt absolutely furious. “Shut your mouth right now, Malfoy. And you get over here, now.” You didn’t shout, but the ice-cold tone of your voice shocked everyone, even your fellow prefects.

Draco was too afraid not to listen to you. However, once he was standing in front of you, he said snidely, “Makes sense, I suppose, that the Mudblood would stick up for the Mudblood-lover.”

“Malfoy, cut it out,” Cedric said. “We only want to ask you about the Inquisitorial Squad.”

“Ask her.” To your surprise, Malfoy nodded at you.

You frowned. “What?”

Draco smirked. “She’s such a terrible prefect that Professor Umbridge’s decided to take things into her own hands and create her own group of student leaders.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “So, that’ll be five points from Weasley here, since he so rudely stopped me on my way to dinner, and ten points for this stupid prefect for shouting at me and creating even more work for me than I’ve already got going on.”

Percy blanched. “What? You can’t take away points from us. Even prefects can’t take away points from other prefects.”

Draco shrugged. “Don’t believe me, then. Bye, Weasel.”

“Git,” Cedric muttered under his breath. Shaking his head, he and Jane walked away.

“Don’t let it bother you, Perce,” Penelope said soothingly. Penelope, Percy, and Roger all walked away together.

You also began to leave, when suddenly, a cold hand slipped over the side of your neck. You felt your hair being pushed back and then, a sneering voice whispered into your ear, “Oh, one other thing. I’m onto you. I’ll tell Umbridge that you - ”

“Oi, oi, oi, outta the way!”

Fred, who had just come down into the entrance hall from Quidditch practice, had spotted Draco ambushing you and whispering into your ear. Fred caught Draco by the side of his head and roughly pushed him away from you.

Draco scowled. Reaching up to push his blonde hair back into place, he glared at Fred before he said to you, “I warned you.” Then, he finally walked away.

“What the hell was that about?” Fred grunted, still glaring angrily at Draco.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “You pushed him away from me before I could figure it out.”

“Well, he’s not going to touch you again.” Fred reached over and pulled you into a hug.

You accepted his hug quite happily. “Mmm…” You sighed out in relief. Eyes closed and hugging Fred back, you wondered, “Wow, is this what it means for a boytoy to be upgraded to a boyfriend? I can deploy instant protection against my enemies?”

“Well, I’m not a parachute,” Fred said wryly. “But yeah, I’ll keep you safe.”

You looked up at Fred with quite dreamy eyes. “You will?”

Fred snorted affectionately. “You’re stupid, you know that?”

You smiled. “Of course I am.”

Fred paused, taken aback by your agreement, until you explained, “I’m with you.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

That evening, you, Kenneth, Patricia, and David were all studying at the library together when Patricia tapped you on the hand.

“Hm?” you said, not stopping from neatly jotting down another sentence in your Potions essay.

 “Are you really dating Weasley?” Patricia looked at you worriedly. “And Fred, at that? I mean, at least date the nicer twin.”

You smiled, amused. “You think George is nicer?”

“You don’t?”

“No, I do,” you agreed easily. As you spoke, you turned over the page of your textbook and hummed lightly to yourself.

Patricia shook her head, confused. “Then why are you dating that broomcrash of a human being?”

“Fred?” you said, pleased at how Trish was describing him. “Why am I dating him? Hmm…”

As you pretended to ponder your answer, you noticed how both Kenneth and David had stopped writing, despite the fact that they were both keeping their heads craned over their parchment.

Finally, you remarked, quite nonchalantly, “He’s cute, don’t you think?”

Patricia looked disgusted, but she only said, “Well, sure, but - ”

Whip-quick, you said, “Sure? Careful, he’s mine.”

At this, Patricia snorted, no longer hiding her disgust. “Don’t worry about that. He’s dumb as rocks, and that’s enough for me - ”

“He’s brilliant, actually.”

Patricia eyed you skeptically. “You’re not leaving me much space to agree with you.”

You laughed brightly. “Right, sorry.”

And the conversation ended just like that, which was exactly what you wanted.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When the library closed for the evening, the four of you went back to the Gryffindor common room to study some more – only to find it abuzz as people crowded around Fred and George, yelling questions about something called a “Puking Pastille,” something else called a “Nosebleed Nougat,” and yet another something else called a “Fainting Fancy.”

“What in the world -?” Patricia gasped.

At that moment, Lee spotted you across the room. “Oi! Prefect alert!”

The entire crowd suddenly shuffled together, with everyone shoving things in their pockets left and right.

Thinking quickly, you whipped out your wand and pointed it at a nearby student’s pocket. “Accio!”

What appeared to be a wrapped sweet came zooming towards you. You caught it in mid-air.

“Fainting Fancy?” you read aloud, confused.

Everyone remained totally silent.

Then, Fred chirped out, “You curious? Try it.”

“Fred,” George said quietly.

Fred replied, in a low whisper, “If she faints, we all get out of this scot-free.”

Meanwhile, David was saying anxiously to you, “I wouldn’t…”

Fred moved through the crowd, towards you. “What, scared of a little sweet?” He crossed his arms and lifted his eyebrow at you. “If you don’t eat it, and no one else here is going to eat it, how will you ever prove that I’ve done something bad?”

“Because it’s you,” you blurted out at once.

“That won’t persuade McGonagall.”

Kenneth shook his head at you. He was clearly saying, don’t take the bait.

You stared at the sweet in your hand. Everyone was watching you. In truth, you could guess what this candy did – it was in the name, after all. Besides, you’d seen Fred have a sudden nosebleed when he wanted to escape from Umbridge’s class, and you figured this sweet was along the same lines. But you were actually quite curious as to whether it worked or not and what it felt like.

Stupid, you chastised yourself. Just take this directly to McGonagall and you have another victory against him.

But if I do, I’ll never be able to try one, you thought. McGonagall will ban them and the only way I’ll be able to get one is to swallow my pride and ask Fred for one, and I’d rather die than beg Fred for something this stupid.

This is my only chance to try it and feel it for myself, even if I look silly.

You slowly unwrapped the sweet. Staring up at Fred, you popped the sweet in your mouth. Everyone held their breath – and you promptly fainted.

Fred caught you at once.

Kenneth looked at Fred, disgusted. “You did that to your girlfriend?”

Meanwhile, Patricia grabbed Lee and asked nervously, “Is she going to be all right?”

“Yeah,” Lee said, grinning. “She’ll be up and about in two minutes.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You opened your eyes.

“G’morning, princess. Had a nice nap?”

You sat up, only to find yourself in Fred’s bed.

Fred was perched at the edge of his desk, grinning at you.

You slowly reached up and patted your hair down, making sure you still looked as neat as usual.

“Did you have any sweet dreams about me?” Fred asked teasingly.

Patting down your collar, you replied, “Yes, in fact, I did.”

Fred flounced over to you. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” You looked up at him. “You dressed up in a maid costume and worked at Madam Puddifoot’s. You served people tea and biscuits, but you were so bad at it that you never got tipped, and then I had to go and spank you.” You paused. “It was a happy dream.”

Fred scoffed. “Oh, please.” He held up his hand and showed you the Fainting Fancy wrapper. “So? What did you think?”

“How long was I asleep for?” you asked.

“About three minutes. I’d just set you down on the bed.”

“Three minutes? That’s it?”

“Yep. Although three minutes is a bit of an outlier. Usually, people only fall asleep for two minutes.” Fred peered at you. “You’ve got a weird head, did you know that? I mean, I knew that, but this confirmed that.”  He smirked. “So if I’m Mister Three Minutes, I think you’re Miss Three Minutes.”

“Please.”

Fred shrugged. “Just telling you how it is. You’re scientifically weird.”

You scoffed. “I’m not weird. I simply fell victim to a disgusting candy. But you’re the one who came up with said sweet, so you’re weird.”

“Touchy, touchy, are we getting defensive?” Fred teased you, pleased with himself.

You thought about what Fred had told you about the candy. “But how did you time it like that?” you wondered. “I mean, how did you make a candy like this?”

“It’s nothing too complicated,” Fred explained. “A mixture of the Draught of Living Death and of its antidote – and there you are.”

“Wouldn’t those two Potions just cancel each other out?”

“It would if you just mixed the two together, yes.”

“But you did something else?”

“Naturally.”

“You timed the Potions’ effects, even though they’re in one container,” you guessed. “Am I right?”

Fred nodded. “Yes, ma’am. The Draught releases first, then the antidote.”

You frowned at him. “The Draught of Living Death - isn’t that NEWT-level? And aren’t antidotes NEWT-level as well?”

Fred’s only reply was a clippy, “You’re newt-level.”

You scowled. But then, your scowl disappeared and you held your hand out. “Well, in any case, unregulated Potions aren’t allowed on the premises. Hand over your stash, Weasley.”

Fred opened his hands wide before you. “Can’t. They’re gone.”

“Stop lying. Hand them over, I said.”

“I said I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” Fred said, beaming proudly, “we’ve sold them all.”

Your mouth fell open. “What?”

Fred’s eyes glinted happily, as he repeated, “That’s right. They’re all sold and running wild in the hands of Hogwarts students right now.”

Your brow furrowed. “You lie.”

Fred shook his head, and his ginger hair, which was getting quite long, flopped about a little. “Nope. Never, to you.” He cocked his head as he grinned at you. “I’d say that’s another move for me on the tic-tac-toe board, aye?”

“No,” you said stubbornly. “Because you’re lying.”

“Fine, then. Just see for yourself.” Then, Fred tacked on, “And by the way, technically, I’m not the one who came up with the idea of inciting fainting.”

“What?”

“I mean the idea for the Fainting Fancy. Sure, I made it non-lethal and into a candy, but the idea of ingesting something to faint is pretty common.” Fred reeled off smartly, “Ever heard of poison? Or booze? Or Dreamless Sleep Potion? Or the Draught of Living Death?”

“Yes, but who the hell comes up a candy that transforms you into a canary for a solid minute?” you said irately.

Fred suddenly paused altogether. He then sat up straighter, only to put his chin in his hand and lean all the way forward, until his face was mere inches from yours.

Annoyed, you glared at him and quipped, “Yes? Can I help you?”

Fred queried, “How did you know about a Canary Cream?”

You froze, and your entire posture and facial expression became stiffer than glass.

Fred saw the way your entire expression abruptly shifted into one of forced neutrality. In response, his own features lit up, until he was grinning from ear to ear. “Did you try all the sweets you took from me the other day? You didn’t just confiscate them? You aren’t holding them as leverage against me? Because you know you could have just reported them, one by one, to McGonagall, and gotten me in trouble every time.”

You remained totally still and totally silent.

In awe, Fred realized, “No, you ate them all. You were curious to see what George, Lee, and I had come up with, so you tried - ” he reached out and grabbed a strand of your hair and tugged at it“ - my stupid  - “ another tug “ – candy!”

“Stop that!” you snapped.

Fred let go of your hair. Falling back into his chair, he laughed gleefully. He pointed at you and cawed, “And to think that you willingly turned yourself into a canary for a whole minute! A stupid bird! What if Kenneth had walked in then, huh? Or – no, no! What if Fudge had walked in?”

“Fudge would not – Kenneth wouldn’t - Are you done?” you said, trying to disguise how flustered you were as you being impatient.

In fact, Fred was not done. He instead cackled manically, throwing his head back before slumping over in his chair in a most undignified pose.

Fed-up, you stomped out of the room. I can’t believe I let that slip! You berated yourself in your head, you idiot!

Fuming the entire way back, you finally slammed open the room of your door and went at once to your bed. With a groan, you fell over. How could you let him know that you tried his candies instead of reporting them? I’m the biggest idiot there is.

Frustrated, you kicked your legs out and then turned over onto your side. But that was when you spotted the drawing that Fred had made of you – as a hellcat, basking in the flames of the underworld.

It was only that I thought… Well, I thought they were clever and they sounded like fun, you thought, whispering even in your own head. And I wanted to be a part of his world, I s’pse, even if just for a second… You stretched your hand out towards the drawing for a moment. And even if it was a secret… You let your hand fall onto the bed, and you closed your eyes and let out a deep breath.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

As it turned out, Fred was not lying about having sold all of the sweets. You found this out the next day when, as soon as Umbridge began teaching, the entire class began to swoon, vomit, and suffer nosebleeds all at once – except for you, Kenneth, and Patricia. Even David was bleeding from his nose. He gave you an apologetic look as he mopped up his nosebleed. Out of the corner of his mouth, he whispered, “My friend gave me one this morning.”

Umbridge was furious. She demanded explanations from a number of the students and she even examined students by performing spells on them and searching their backpacks, but to no avail – the students had taken great care to hide the wrappers. Finally, Umbridge was forced to let everyone go, except for the three of you.

As it were, you, Kenneth, and Patricia had to sit through an hour-long class with Umbridge at her foulest. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“Another move for Fred!” Fred said loudly, as he scraggled a second ‘X’ on the board.

You stared down at the paper. Your perfect ‘O’ was looking sadly solitary as opposed to Fred’s loud, messy ‘X’s.

Fred threw your quill onto your bedside table. It rolled straight off and onto the floor, where the tip snapped and broke.

You sighed. Then, you noticed something about the game. “Fred, you fool,” you said, “why did you put your X there? You should have put it where you could cut me off and advance your play. But you left my line wide open.”

“Eh, whatever,” Fred said, and sure enough, he’d already fallen back on your bed and had his eyes closed. “I’m going to win anyways. And then I’m going to…” Fred put his hand out and rudely gestured in front of his hips, and then he moaned.

You scoffed. “Keep dreaming, Fred.”

“I will,” he said viciously, grinning quite broadly as he lost himself to his fantasy of you.

Meanwhile, you walked over and picked up the quill. You tapped the end with your wand, repairing it. Then, you walked over to your dresser and changed into your prefect robes.

Fred watched you, letting his eyes roam all over you as you changed. But then, he frowned. “Oi, why aren’t you missing a button on your shirt?”

“Because it’s improper to go around with a button missing from your shirt,” you said matter-of-factly, while patting down the front of your shirt.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Fred replied. “I mean, I took one of your buttons off of the floor when I ripped your shirt apart in that broom cupboard.”

“I know you did,” you said shortly, shrugging on your prefect’s robe.

“So, where is it?”

“I assume you still have it.”

“You didn’t take it back?”

You shook your head. “I didn’t need to take it back, Fred. Use your head.”

“What d’you mean?”

You reminded him, “I replaced it with your button. The one I pried off with my teeth when you came and ambushed my poor parents in their own home.”

Fred hesitated. “Oh…” Then, he grinned. “Oh, yeah, I did that, didn’t I?”

“You’re going to write them an apology letter one day,” you told him.

Fred chortled. “As if.”

“You will, Fred.”

“I won’t,” Fred said confidently. “Tell you what, though. I’ll make a firework that spells out ‘SORRY’ and I’ll go and let off after a hundred of ‘em in front of your house. What d’you think about that?”

“I think you’re silly and haven’t grown up a bit,” you replied, but you came over and gave Fred a kiss.

Fred slyly wrapped his arm around your waist and anchored you into his lap before he whispered playfully, “Hi, bird.”

You swatted him on the shoulder, but when Fred tackled you down onto the bed, you couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh. And when you began to berate Fred for putting you down too roughly, he preempted you with a kiss that made you instantly melt in his arms – and the rest of the evening was whirled away in yet another session of silly little love-making.

This time, it was Fred who came up with a plan of how to get you exactly where he wanted you. He kissed and kissed and kissed you, always keeping his mouth pressed hotly to yours, so that you couldn’t trick him with your all-too-clever words.

When you started to whisper, "Fred, baby...", Fred said harshly, "Shush, you. No more devilish spells, no more stupid ropes, I just want you." And, as Fred pushed his cock inside of your wanting little cunt, while still kissing you and stealing away your breaths, you soon began to pant – and then to moan – and then to whimper. Fuck, she’s whimpering. Yes, I’m making her whimper, Fred growled lowly in his mind. Yes, yes, yes…! He pinned you down firmly against the mattress and took you into a mating press. And still he kept his mouth against yours.

"Fwed...!" you moaned out, with his lips pressed heavily against yours, keeping you all hushed and loved underneath it.

Fred responded by biting down hard on your lower lip for a moment, and at the same time, he thrust deep inside of you. You moaned and arched your back so beautifully that your breasts pressed up against his chest for a moment.

"Mmm," Fred growled lowly, roughly moving his hands all up and down your body, feeling every inch of your soft, warm skin.

You meant to hold back another moan, only, instead of biting down on your own lip, you ended up biting down on Fred's.

Fred hissed, but he kept his mouth against yours still.

You bleated out vaguely, with your indignation lost in pleasurable incoherence, "Wh - What're you - mm - p-playing at?"

Fred whispered back fiercely, "you." Then, he kissed you even more fervently, taking a moment to grasp your neck in his hand to make sure you would receive his kiss entirely, as he intended for you to.

Muffled moans floated out of your mouth and graced the airs, and your sweet sounds gave Fred the confidence to make love to you even more intensely. Because Fred could see it – your mind was going all fuzzy. You had started by keeping your legs pressed tightly against his hips, but now, your thighs had come up, and your feet were flopping in the air as you were no longer focused enough to keep control over your body. Your hands, which had formed a tight grip around Fred’s neck, slowly slipped away until you began to scrabble slowly, but desperately at Fred’s back. Your chest and your tummy, which were always tight and in good posture, slowly began to cave in, until your tummy went all soft and buckled as you let out a muffled cry – and still Fred was kissing you. Well, to be more accurate, he was alternating between panting hard and growling lowly against your mouth.

Your cries became quite high and floaty, and your eyes began to go all blurry with tears. You barely felt like yourself. All that anchored you to the present was Fred – Fred’s hands gripping your waist so tightly that you could barely breathe, Fred’s hard, sculpted chest pressed down against your soft breasts, and then Fred’s cock, buried so deeply into your pussy that you could barely think  -

“Mmmm!” You moaned desperately into Fred’s mouth, and without realizing it, you were beginning to scratch at Fred’s back. Uhn, G-Godric, he’s being so – so possessive with m-me today, you though incoherently. Your mind was spinning. Why won’t he – ah! – let me b-breathe? Oh God, oh God, oh God…!

Fred was growling in a strained, rough, and unbroken voice, as he began to pound into you harder and faster. His hands traveled up your body and soon, he was squeezing your breasts rather roughly as he thrust into you heavily, pushing you down into the mattress with every thrust.

“Mm, mm, mmpfh!” you moaned out. It occurred to you that even though you were staring up at the ceiling, you couldn’t see it. Instead, an obscure pink haze was floating before you. You tried to blink, but all that did was introduce fuzzy golden sparks into your vision.

Meanwhile, you felt Fred’s lips grasp at yours again – you responded instinctively, kissing your boyfriend back – and Fred kissed you roughly enough that you gasped against his mouth, and then he slammed his cock deep inside of your pussy – and you made to gasp again, but you were already out of breath. You were already gone, gone, gone…

A ringing sounded out in your ears. Your entire body was ringing, it seemed, all blushing and hot and so, so fucked-out… You couldn’t believe how tightly Fred had you in his grasp, and you couldn’t believe how intensely he was making love to you. You could feel how strained and tight his slender, tall body was. Every muscles was all tight, as he forced his cock into your cunt in the deepest, tightest of places, making you cry out (as much as you could, anyways) and making your thoughts go fluttering away.

Some part of you was shocked at how deep Fred’s growls were and how decidedly he was taking you (and keeping you beneath him), but in truth, you had always known that this powerful, charismatic part of Fred was simmering beneath his kindness and his willingness to play along with you, and that it had always been a matter of time before it burst.

In your dizzy thoughts, you remembered vaguely that first time that you and Fred had made love – how he had made such short work of your bathrobe and how, when your legs had started to give out, Fred had pulled you up by your hips and urged you to keep yourself up, all so he could fuck you harder…

So… hot… you thought now, and even your mouth fell open, so that the kisses were less kisses and more just pressing each other’s mouths together and sharing breaths and moans and growls. Deep inside of yourself, you were able to admit, I fucking love that Fred can do this to me. That he can just fucking take me and make me his. That he can steal every single breath of mine away, if he wishes. Makes it all the more satisfying when it’s the other way around, and I’m the one whose got him under my thumb. I can't ever express how much I love it when he pants for me, whimpers for me, cums for me all soft and sweet and pathetic... But none of that would mean anything if Fred was truly just a thoughtless boy. No, he’s a man, and he’s always been. It’s just that he’s a gentleman and he lets me have my way most times. But when he doesn’t – oh, it makes me shiver. It makes me shiver all over because he’s just so fucking hot like this.

The bed was rocking back and forth and all of the pillows and sheets were strewn over the floor. Your panties had long been discarded – ripped, in fact – and were hanging loosely from one of the bedposts. Your bra was nearly choking you around your neck, as Fred had carelessly pushed it up in his desperate need to grasp your breasts in his hands. You couldn’t care less today. You didn’t care what you looked like in the slightest, all you wanted to do was take and feel every burn Fred wanted to give you – and it was a deep, unrelenting burn, too.

F-Fuck, you bleated out in your head. I – I’m close…! I – Ah! A rather animalistic groan left you as you came on Fred’s cock again. You came while he was fucking you and while Fred grunted out a deep, tight, “Good fucking girl,” he kept going, and you became vaguely aware of how wet everything was – how cum seemed to be dripping out of your cunt and how Fred’s cock seemed to be covered in you already, even though he kept fucking you, bullying his cock into your pussy so well, over and over and over again.

Your legs fell open entirely, and your head fell back onto the bed. Fred finally let you go, let you breathe, but it didn’t matter anymore. You were beyond breath.

Your hands were holding onto Fred’s hair, right at the nape of his neck, for dear life, but when Fred sat up, grabbed your hips once more, and then thrust for all he was worth, you felt your hands drop away onto the bed – and then everything exploded in one intense, unforgiving blossom of light.

Fred’s low growl of “Uhn, fuck!”  mixed with your soft, high cry of, “Ahhh…!” and then Fred collapsed on top of you, while cumming deep in your soft, hot, wet pussy.

You were crying out loud now, with your eyes screwed tight and mouth opened all ugly – Fred’s hands were in your hair, yanking at it – you tried to close your shaking legs, but they were stopped by Fred’s hips as he was still buried deep inside of you – you began to squirm, but you were too tired, and you finally let go of all control in your body – and Fred let out a grunt of surprise as he felt you cream all over him.

Fred opened his eyes and looked down. Oh shit, she really did cream all over me. I didn’t just imagine her getting all tight like that. As Fred stared down, he saw how quickly your tummy was going up and down. He hurriedly looked up at you.

You were a mess. Your hair was everywhere, sticking out all oddly in pieces. Your entire face was flushed – not in that light wash of pink that made you look all cute, but properly red. You were huffing all hard, and you had dragged your shaking hands over onto your chest, right over your heart, and you kept your hands clasped there as you panted your head off. What was more, your long legs were still trembling and your pussy, stuffed with his cum, was quivering too, and slowly, Fred saw his own cum began to drip out of your pink little pussy.

“Godric,” Fred muttered hoarsely. His own throat was raw with how much he had growled. She looks so utterly, breathtakingly beautiful, he thought, almost numbly. I love how spunky she is, my girl, but I wish she would be more vulnerable with me more often. I’d take care of her. She ought to know that. She does, right? Before he realized it, Fred was very slowly and carefully kissing you all up and down your flushed little body.

At first, you shivered, moaned, and began to turn away, but Fred followed you, placing soft kisses against your tummy before working his way up your body. Fred’s own muscles were protesting, for he was dead tired, but he barely felt his own exhaustion right now. He wanted to prove himself to you. He wanted to show that he was worthy of putting you into this dazed, soft state.

Slowly, you came to yourself. Though you were still panting lightly and you couldn’t seem to find the strength to open your eyes, you managed to trace Fred’s shoulders with your hands and you were able to bury your hands into his soft, ginger hair.

Fred stilled when he felt you clutch at his hair. He let you hold onto him. He gently looped one arm around your waist and then kissed your shoulder as he waited for you to find yourself. He gazed at your face and he saw that you were smiling softly.

Then, you said to him - the first thing you said to him - in a soft, lilting tone, "You were bad."

Fred smiled, knowing that you were quite content at the moment. He thought, in his own hazy thoughts, There it is, that soft smile of hers, that telltale symptom betraying that underneath everything, she's got that stupidly soft, pink little beating heart in her chest... She'll always want more than she has in the physical world, because of the way she was born. She can't say aloud all of the things her heart craves. She has to wear all of her armor all the time. I thought that would annoy me, and it does, Merlin knows, but Godric, life wouldn't be nearly as bright without her around, always going toe-to-toe with me, roping me in with her wicked spells and wicked thoughts, but always so charming, so fiery, so romantic... She's got to be half-devil, half-woman.

Fred, feeling incredibly fond of you, slipped up so that he was lying behind you, on his side. Then, he pulled you in tight to him. He whispered in your ear, "I know. I really was, wasn't I?"

When you felt Fred’s chest press gently against your back, you suddenly remembered your place in the world again. And when you realized that Fred was holding you, with a soft but firm hug, you came back safely to the world.

Oh… Fred. That name, that thought, that person made your heart feel so warm and steady… Fred…

You reached back with one hand and pinched his shoulder.

"Ow," Fred muttered.

You smiled sleepily.

"What was that for?" Fred wondered.

"Mm, you think on that," you breathed out, and then you nestled into your pillow.

Fred stared at you in surprise as you fell asleep, right then and there. What…? She’s just gonna sleep like that?

It was rather funny, honestly, how you left him behind, smiling in your sleep. Fred, who had been wanting to hear praise about how good he’d done and instead was left with a pinched shoulder, pouted slightly. When I say half-devil, I mean at least half devil, he amended in his head.

But then, realizing that you could only fall asleep because you felt that he was keeping you safe, Fred softened. He kissed you tenderly on the top of your head and he watched you sleep. And Fred – impatient, arrogant, no-time-to-waste, always-on-the-run Fred – was able to gaze at your sleeping face and feel perfectly complete and content.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When you finally blinked awake, you slowly lifted your head, wondering vaguely where you were, when you heard a soft ring, ring. Your eyes widened.

Then, you heard a chuckle behind you. You swiveled your head around – only to see Fred lying behind you, laughing at you.

“Fred?”

Fred reached out and tugged gently at the pink ribbon he’d tied around your neck as you were sleeping – the same ribbon you’d put on him, with the little bell at the end. “There. Restored to your rightful position.”

You started to give a small smile, when he pointed at your head and chortled, “Except for your horrendous bedhead. But that one, you’ve got to take care of yourself, I’m afraid.”

“Do I look terrible?” you murmured.

“Yes,” Fred said at once. “Absolutely horrible.”

You scowled at Fred. At the same time, you reached up to pat down your hair.

“You’re terrifically unkempt, uncivilized, and hag-like,” Fred reeled off, clearly having the time of his life.

“Fred!” you protested. “I am not!”

Fred laughed brightly. He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “‘Course you’re not. But you could be, you know.”

Still slightly sleepy, you looked up at Fred and mumbled, a bit carelessly, “And you’d still want me?”

Fred grinned at you. “All the more, love,” he promised. “All the more.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Although once you’d come to your senses, you berated Fred about how he wouldn’t let you breathe, for Merlin’s sake, when he made love to you like an absolute fucking heath, for Merlin’s sake and how he had no right to put that stupid puppy bell on you, for Merlin’s sake (at which point, Fred inquired how many ‘sakes’ Merlin had), in fact, you caught yourself daydreaming about that particular love-making session quite often over the next few days. And that was what you were thinking about, all happy and lost in thought, when somebody in the vicinity cried out, ”SOMEBODY’S MESSED UP THE PAINTING OF SIR CADOGAN!”

Patricia reached over and poked you in the shoulder. “That’s you.”

“On it!” You leapt up from the library desk, where you were studying with Patricia, and you ran to the Divination corridor, where the painting of Sir Cadogan was located.

You could hear him before you could see him.

“Those no-good knaves! Why, what cowards! They tricked me, and dodged a proper duel, at which I most certainly would have bested them! Instead, they have committed the most terrible dishonor of treachery and in doing so – have dishonored me! Look at me! Look at my state!”

And you did. You gasped, for Sir Cadogan’s sword was now a cactus, and the spurs of his boots had been turned into large wheels, so that he couldn’t walk much more than a few steps without slipping. Behind him, his fat horse was now a fat unicorn.

“How did this happen?” you wondered.

“Paint, dear lady! I’ve been painted on! Desecrated! De-sanctified! Fouled by most unworthy hands!” 

“Who did this to you, Sir Cadogan?”

“Those devilish twin tornados - ”

“Say no more.” You dashed off.

“Wait, fair lady!” Sir Cadogan yelled after you. “Lady, could you at least turn my sword back? I don’t look very brave without it, you know, and I must at least appear brave. My entire reputation depends on - Madam? Madam!”

But you were gone.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You found Fred, George, and Lee in the second-floor girls’ bathroom, of all places. No one ever went up there, as it was where Moaning Myrtle resided. The three troublemakers – villains, you amended in your head -  were leaning over a bucket and pouring things into it.

“You reckon that’s enough of the feather bombs?”

“Yeah, anymore and she’ll be shot straight out of the castle.”

“She can take it.”

“I know she can, I’m worried about you, Fred.”

“Pft. You really think she’s stronger than me?”

“I know she is.”

You crept up on them and when you were directly behind them, you whispered discreetly, “Hm, yeah, she probably is…”

“Yeah, so we’ve got to calibrate it.”

“It shouldn’t be so much of the… Wait…”

Fred, George, and Lee all slowly turned towards you.

You said innocently, “What?”

“MERLIN, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?” Lee shouted.

George elbowed Lee in the side and yelled, “Lee, you git, get your brains together!”

Fred shoved the bucket into George’s arms. Lee jumped in front of you and George sprinted out of the bathroom. You made to grab Lee, but Fred grabbed you first. And that was when you saw the splotchy paint spots on Fred’s hands.

Well, fine, you thought, you’re the one I want anyways, Fred Weasley.

You grabbed Fred back – and you kissed him fervently.

“Whoa,” Fred said, surprised, as his back hit the bathroom stall door behind him. “What’s gotten into you, love?”

“Hmm…” You cocked your head at him and smiled. “Let’s say… That you’ve grown on me. Ever since you took me like some crazed beast and put my own bell on me, I’ve been having some thoughts about you, Fred Weasley.”

Fred looked at you skeptically. “Thought you said you hated all that.”

“I did say that, but what’s a girl to do to hold onto her pride?” you said, blinking up at him.

Fred looked at you still more skeptically. “I know that’s the truth, but you’re not one to admit that. What’re you trying to get me to do, huh?”

You smiled. You leaned in and started to kiss Fred… He started to lean in, too, and that was when you whispered softly, “Only what you want to do, Fred. And everything you want to do.”

“Merlin,” Fred breathed out. He reached down and grabbed your waist and pulled you tight to him. “You really know how to drive me crazy, you know that?”

“Mm, I notice now and then,” you said conversationally.

You both shared a smile – and then Fred kissed you. You threw your arms around his shoulders happily.

Just then, Myrtle popped up out of the floor. “What do you think you’re doing in my lavatory? You know, you can’t just come in here and be all disgusting.”

“Pipe down, you,” Fred said to her. “You’re interrupting.”

“Me?” Myrtle said, flabbergasted. “I live here!”

“Fred,” you berated him. “Myrtle, we’re sorry. We’re leaving.” You grabbed Fred’s arm and pulled him out.

Once in the hallway, you kissed him again. Fred received you happily, but there were still warning bells going off in his head. She isn’t usually like this, and especially not in the hallways, where someone might see us.

“Hellcat,” Fred muttered, between kisses. “What are you up to?”

Your hands snuck up into Fred’s hair and you tugged at it a little as you whispered, “Oh, so you know, do you? Don’t tell me you’ve discovered your conscience.”

“Hardly,” Fred snorted. “It’s just that I can tell you’re trying to screw me over again.”

“Mm, fine,” you murmured, between more kisses. “Fred, tell me you weren’t up to something bad again. Tell me that bucket was just a Potions assignment.”

Hearing this, Fred relaxed, sure that it you found out about Sir Cadogan, you wouldn’t be asking about the bucket. “Uh, yeah, it was only Potions…” Fred agreed, and he caught your lips in his and kissed you back.

It quickly became quite heated between the two of you. You pressed Fred up against the wall. A soft “oof” left his lips as his back thudded against the wall. You followed him quickly, however, as you got up on tip-toe, grabbed his collar with both hands, and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Fred moaned and bit your lower lip. “Mm, baby,” he moaned.

You gasped slightly, but then you leaned forward again and kissed Fred again, gently slipping your tongue into his mouth and tangling his tongue with yours.

“Mmm…” you moaned. Meanwhile, you were very gently rocking into Fred, and Fred was starting to get quite turned on for you.

“Love,” he whispered hurriedly, “It’s going to be very obvious what we’re up to pretty soon.”

Your eyes went wide. “Oh.”

“Uh, yeah,” Fred said. “What did you think was pressing into your leg?”

“I don’t know.” You paused, and then guessed thoughtfully, “A firework?”

Fred snorted.

“Well, come on then.” You grabbed his hand and pulled open the door to the nearest cupboard.

Fred looked at you, impressed. “I didn’t think you’d get used to cupboards so quickly, but you have. You’re not all prim and perfect, after all. Or maybe the last time we made love, I fucked you so good that you’re reconsidering your entire life. Made love to you so good you’ve now switched to becoming a heathen, just like me.” He gave himself a pat on the back as he said proudly, “I’m pretty damn good with the ol’ sex moves, eh? See what you can experience when you aren’t too busy being some power-crazy hellcat?”

Keep it together, you warned yourself in your head.

You smiled sweetly at Fred. “Well, all right, perhaps I’ve reconsidered my ways. Anything to have you, love.”

Fred frowned at this, sensing the false note in your voice. He stopped at the doorway to the cupboard. “What? That doesn’t sound like - ”

You pushed Fred into the cupboard and slammed the door shut. “Colloportus!” The door locked.

“Oi!” Fred shouted, yanking at the doorknob from the inside.

You threw yourself against the door in case the spell wore off. At the same time, you yelled loudly enough for the entire floor to hear you, “PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL! PROFESSOR FLITWICK! I’VE CAUGHT A DELINQUET!”

“TRAITOR!” Fred yelled at you through the door.

“Shut up!” you snapped. “And you think about all the disgusting things you said just now!”

“About what? About how I fucked you so go - ?”

Students were beginning to gather within earshot of you and Fred. You gasped. Panicking, you hollered again, loud enough to block out Fred’s incriminating statements, “PROFESSORS! QUICK, QUICK! COME GET THE HOOLIGAN! NOW, PLEASE!”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

It was Professor Flitwick who found you first. With a sigh, you let go of the door. Fred came tumbling out, not having realized that you’d let go of the door on the other end.

“What’s this?” Flitwick asked you.

“Weasley’s gone and marked up Sir Cadogan’s painting, sir,” you said, pointing stolidly at Fred’s hands, all covered with the same black and green paint that was currently all over Sir Cagodan’s painting.

Fred’s mouth fell open. “What, you knew?”

Above you, Sir Cadogan, who had somehow managed to get onto his unicorn and ride his way over to you, yelled loudly, “Well done, madam! A well-played hand!” Sir Cadogan brandished his cactus in the air, but the weight of it was too much for him, and he promptly fell off of his unicorn.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You hummed as you marked a second ‘O’ on the tic tac toe board.

Fred wasn’t here in your bedroom tonight, but you figured it was because he had detention with Flitwick tonight.

You put away your notepad and gathered your schoolbooks. You were headed to dinner, where you were planning on studying with Kenneth tonight.

Still humming, you opened your door to leave your room when – “Ack!” A goopy mess of clear glue was dumped directly onto your head. What was more, four or five small ‘feather bombs’ fell from above your door and landed at your feet. As soon as each sphere hit the ground, it exploded and sent a burst of feathers raining down on you. The so-called ‘bombs’ obviously didn’t hurt you at all, but the small explosions still scared the crap out of you as they went off all around, one after another. Shrieking, you tried to jump away from one of the bombs, when you slipped on the gooey mess at your feet. You gasped as a load of pink feathers cascaded down your face and body. Then, another bomb went off, and you fell backwards on your butt and was immediately showered with blue feathers. The last bomb went off right in front of you. You screeched and threw your arms over your head – and green feathers rained all over.  Then, the last ‘bomb’ – a thinner one, wrapped in pink paper – suddenly went off. Through the tiny gap in your arms, you saw a burst of bright pink sparkles appear and form the words “U R POO” – and then disappear.

Breathing heavily, you slowly dropped your arms and looked up at the top of your door. There, swinging from the lantern just above you, were two things – a bucket swinging merrily from a rope, and a sign that said, “Alas the Crocodile has devolved into a Canary.”

Just then, the loudest cacophony of laughter rang through the halls.

“HA, HA, HA, DIDJA SEE THAT?”

“I’ve never seen her so out of sorts!”

“Quick, take a picture! We can use it to market the Canary Creams!”

“She tried to grab thin air!”

“Squealed like a pig!”

“HA, HA, HA!”

Fuming, you stood up to see Fred, George, and Lee all laughing fit to burst at the end of the hallway. The one laughing most hideously was, of course, Fred.

“You – You – You buffoons!” you shouted. When you yelled, however, a puff of feathers flew from your face – and the boys descended into maniacal laughter again.

It was an absolute stroke of luck that Professor Flitwick was on his way to dinner and happened to pass by in the adjacent hall. And it was only because Fred was laughing so hard that he was literally rolling on the floor, in and out of the connected hallways, that Flitwick spotted him.

As it were, you were just as dumbstruck as the boys when Flitwick suddenly shouted out, in his reedy, little voice, “Boys! Again?

All four of you flinched and then you stared in amazement as Flitwick appeared. When Flitwick saw you, he gasped. “Merlin’s beard, who is that?”

“Wha - ? Professor Flitwick, don’t you know me?” you said, astonished that he couldn’t even recognize you when you were a prefect and standing in front of your own room, labeled, ‘prefect.’

“Oh!” Flitwick paused. Then, his eyes sparkled with suppressed merriment as he said, “Ah – I see. Well, I’ve never seen you with so much as a hair out of place and this – this… Well, perhaps I better not say. In any case, Weasleys, Jordan, with me.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Later that evening, a folded-up piece of paper came zooming in the Weasleys’ and Jordan’s room.

George caught it and opened it. “Huh?” He held up the paper for Fred and Lee to see. “Does this mean anything to us?”

Fred looked at it. It was the tic-tac-toe board, with three ‘O’s in a row. At the bottom, someone had scrawled, Told you you should have blocked my line. Anyway, this Saturday – study date. Don't be late. Love, Alligator.

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