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skz-streamer · 9 months

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Cheeks

Pairing: Jisung (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: just brain rot fluff :)

Notes: Okayyyy so this wasnt exsactly an ask directed to mee but I was scrolling on my lovely moots page @seo--changbin and saw this post so ovi i had to write something 🙄🤭

Summary: Dinner with Han and the boys is always memorable, I mean who can forget Han's cute cheeks?!?

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Word count ~1.3k ;)

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The restaurant buzzed with laughter and chatter as you and the boys gathered around a cozy corner table. Tonight, you were dining at your favorite spot, and the atmosphere was filled with warmth and friendship. You found yourself seated next to Jisung, and your heart fluttered with affection as you exchanged a subtle smile.

As the night went on, the conversation flowed effortlessly. The boys talked about everything from their recent performances to funny memories from earlier the week. Amidst the banter, you noticed Jisung occasionally getting caught up in the excitement of shared stories.

Without even thinking, you reached for a spoonful of his favorite dish and gently offered it to him. Jisung blinked in surprise but accepted with a smile, his cheeks puffing up adorably like a chipmunk. It was an unconscious gesture, an act of affection that came naturally to you whenever you saw him engrossed in something.

The other members around the table couldn't help but notice the sweet exchange and their eyes sparkled with amusement. Changbin, ever the playful one, chuckled and teased, "Hey, y/nah, are you his chef now?"

You blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and endearment. "Oh, I-I didn't even realize I was doing it," you stammered, trying to hide your shy smile.

"It's cute," Felix chimed in, giving you both a thumbs-up. "You two are like a cute couple!"

Seungmin and Hyunjin joined in the teasing, calling you "the feeding fairy" and "Jisung's favorite cook," which only made Jisung's cheeks turn even rosier. But amidst the playful banter, you could see the warmth in their eyes, appreciating the genuine connection between you and Jisung.

Jisung, however, seemed to revel in the attention, shooting you a grateful look. "Well, I'm lucky to have someone who cares about me," he said, a touch of affection in his voice.

Throughout the dinner, the playful teasing continued, but it only made you and Jisung feel closer. Every time you noticed him getting caught up in the conversation, your hand would unconsciously reach out to feed him, and he would eat the food you offered with a smile.

The dinner progressed with moments of joy and camaraderie. The boys shared stories, laughed together, and bonded over the simple pleasure of being in each other's company. All the while, you continued to absentmindedly feed Jisung, a gesture that felt as natural as breathing.

As the night wore on, the table was filled with laughter, and you found yourself lost in the comfort of their company. Time seemed to slip away, and soon, the evening was drawing to a close.

Jisung nudged you playfully, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Hey, y/n, did you save me any of that delicious dish?"

You grinned, realizing that you had been so engrossed in the conversation that you forgot to eat yourself. "Oops, sorry, Jisungie," you said, picking up your spoon and scooping a fresh serving of the dish for him. "Here you go."

He chuckled, taking the offered spoonful and eating it with a satisfied sigh. "Thanks, you're the best," he said, giving you a wink.

The warmth in his eyes made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but blush. Feeding Jisung had become such a natural and affectionate act, one that spoke volumes about the bond you two shared.

As the night progressed, you found yourself lost in the enchanting atmosphere of the dinner. The restaurant's soft lighting, the laughter of your friends, and the gentle touches exchanged between you and Jisung created an ambiance that felt like a dream.

With every tender gesture, you felt the affection between you two growing stronger. Jisung's eyes would meet yours in an unspoken language of love, and a small smile would form on his lips every time you fed him.

It wasn't just about the food; it was about the connection—the intimacy of sharing a moment that only you two understood amidst the laughter and chatter of the group.

The other members also noticed the affectionate exchanges between you and Jisung, and they couldn't help but find it heartwarming. Felix leaned over and whispered, "You two are adorable. It's like you have your little world there."

You chuckled softly, glancing at Jisung, who was engaged in a conversation with Changbin. "It feels natural, you know? Feeding him is like an instinct," you replied.

Seungmin nodded, teasing a little. "You both are like a cute old couple."

As the night drew to a close, you felt a sense of contentment settle over you. The dinner had been filled with laughter, affection, and heartfelt connections. You were grateful for the love and brotherhood that the boys shared, and above all, you were grateful for the love you and Jisung had discovered in the simplest of gestures.

As you all bid farewell and left the restaurant, the cool night air greeted you, and you walked hand in hand with Jisung, savoring the moment. The stars twinkled above, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world to have such a wonderful group of friends and to have found someone like Jisung who brought so much joy into your life.

"You know," Jisung said, breaking the silence, "tonight was special."

You looked at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "It was, wasn't it? I had the best time."

He chuckled, his eyes shining with affection. "Me too. And thanks for taking care of me during dinner. It means a lot to me."

"It's my pleasure," you replied, squeezing his hand gently. "I love taking care of you."

His cheeks turned pink, and he glanced away bashfully. "Well, I love it too," he admitted, his voice a little shy.

The night breeze caressed your cheeks, and you felt a surge of happiness that you couldn't contain. Jisung, sensing your excitement, pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. His touch sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you snuggled into his embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and security enveloping you.

"Let's do this again sometime," Jisung said, his voice soft and tender.

"I'd love that," you replied, your heart swelling with joy. "Every moment with you is special."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I feel the same way."

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As the night continued, you and Jisung strolled hand in hand, enjoying the tranquil beauty of the city lights. The energy and excitement from dinner lingered, and you both felt an unspoken desire to extend the night.

"I don't want this evening to end just yet," Jisung whispered, pulling you closer.

You smiled, loving the idea of more time together. "Me neither. What do you have in mind?"

He grinned mischievously. "How about we go for round two? Let's grab a drink at that cozy cafe we love."

The suggestion brought a playful glint to your eyes. "Sure, but only if you promise not to get too hyper."

"I promise," Jisung replied with a chuckle. "One drink and I'll behave."

You walked hand in hand to the nearby cafe, finding solace in the comforting warmth and dim lighting. The ambiance was perfect for a quiet conversation, and you settled into a corner booth.

As you sipped on your drinks, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything and nothing—sharing dreams, recounting funny moments, and basking in each other's company. Time seemed to slow down, allowing you both to enjoy every moment.

As the night deepened, a sense of peace settled over you both. You rested your head on Jisung's shoulder, feeling the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. In the soft glow of the cafe, his eyes locked with yours, and you felt a rush of affection wash over you.

"I'm glad we had this second round," Jisung murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Me too," you replied, your heart swelling with love. "I could spend forever with you like this."

His eyes softened, and he leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss on your lips. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you at that moment.

As you pulled back, a sweet smile graced his lips. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart brimming with happiness.

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evermourning · 7 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 - lee felix

pairing: lee felix x reader (bewitched series pt. 3)

wc: 1.1k

genre: long distance, fluff, comfort, slice of life, non idol!au, vacation romance trope

warnings: language, pet names (honeybun, baby, babe, beautiful, sweetheart), just like soft love <3

a/n: i know absolutely nothing about flowers

there was absolutely no fucking way you had a boyfriend now.

not only that, he was drop dead gorgeous? you practically had to restrain yourself from screeching whenever he sent selfies of his sun-kissed skin, covered in freckles and his adorable lips turned upwards into a warm smile. you just wanted to tangle your hands in his wispy blonde hair and play with it for eternity.

what was even wilder to you was that this gorgeous specimen of a man noticed you. he actively gave his all to you in your relationship, regardless of the ocean between you.

you could remember meeting him like it was yesterday.

you were on vacation in australia for the summer. the beaches were lovely, but what you truly loved most was the gardens. there was one by your hotel, filled with flowers of all vibrances, colors, sizes, you name it.

while traipsing through the alluring garden one sunny saturday morning, you knelt down to admire a bed of multicolored flowers.

"are those primroses?"

you turned and made eye contact with the most handsome boy you'd ever laid your eyes on. his deep chocolate eyes were just as rich and velvety as his voice, which bore fathomless undertones. it was making you unreasonably flustered, too.

"yeah, they are...i think." you said, stumbling over your words. he simply chuckled, crouching down next to you. "they really are beautiful. did you know they actually have healing properties?"

looking back, you now realized how serenely ironic this was, as he ended up being the one who healed you, piece by piece.

"can i be honest? i know absolutely nothing about botany." he said sheepishly. "i just thought your beauty was breathtaking and wanted to shoot my shot.."

"would you like to walk with me? my name's felix." he said, outstretching a small hand for you to shake. you nodded. there was something about him that was so calming. he felt like the eye of the hurricane, the light at the end of the tunnel.

the rest of that summer you two spent falling in love.

however, on your final day, he didn't say goodbye. he just held you in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"shhh...don't cry, beautiful." he'd murmured. "we'll make long distance work. i promise."

and this is where it came to now. you flopped into bed, pulling out your phone, eagerly awaiting an incoming call from your loving boyfriend.

when he finally did call, you picked up so quickly, lighting up at the sight of his smiling face.

"hi, sweetheart!" he beamed. "how was your day? tell me all about it."

as you began talking animatedly, you noted how felix's smile slowly got wider, and his cheeks rosier.

"-my friends keep telling me i'm practically skipping down the street these days! those idiots just don't get it, i swear." you rambled.

"well, if they're being rude about it, i'll beat them up. nobody talks to my honeybun like that."

"please never say that again." you said with mock exasperation, eliciting a small giggle from felix. he smushed his face into the pillow to hide the blossoming shades of pink on his freckly cheeks.

"why? can't i show you my love?" he asked, pouting. "god, i miss laying beside you. now we just have to sleep on call. it's not the same!"

"i know..." you laughed, sighing. "next time you're on break from university, let me know, okay? i'll try and book a flight to you."

instead of being met with an ecstatic "yes, please!" from felix, the sound of soft snores and breathing came from your phone speaker. you looked at him, and fought an adoring smile as you looked at his sleeping figure. his face was half-pressed into the pillow, his blonde hair messy. he looked so snug under his comforter, you couldn't help but just stare...

the numbers on your clock read exactly 3:30am, and although you were tired, nothing could prevent this feeling in your heart. it was like a rose, beautifully blossoming in hues of deep red and burgundy, overtaking every nook and cranny of your anatomy.

while your loverboy slept, no doubt dreaming of you, you stared at him. so close, yet so far. falling for him and his antics with every passing second.

...

you sat in front of your birthday cake, its candles lit and shining, taking a deep breath before blowing them out.

"what did you wish for?" your mother asked, a suspiciously sly smile on her lips.

"i just wished that lix could be here to celebrate with me...we've been talking a lot this week and i just really miss him." you said, a bit poignantly. your mother laughed sympathetically, patting your shoulder.

as you walked out towards the porch, somebody grabbed your hand and pulled you towards them. you made eye contact with the same pair of deep umber eyes that you saw so many months ago. there stood felix, a pink bouquet in his hand and the toothiest smile ever. you squealed with delight as you hugged him tightly, giving him a loving kiss.

"i forgot how gorgeous you are in person," felix giggled, kissing your cheek. "everyday i just think about how blessed i am that you love me. oh! look at this bouquet i got you." he handed it to you.

"there's like three different types of flowers in here, babe. i'm not a botanist." you laughed.

"well, i just searched up flower language on the internet. these are baby's breath, they symbolize everlasting love. and these are pink camellias! they're supposed to be for like- longing, you know? cause i missed you so much." you didn't think felix had stopped smiling that entire time. "and...i'm sure that you know these ones."

you squinted, trying to figure out what type of flower they were...then it clicked.

"oh my god, are these primroses?" you asked, feeling your cheeks heating up as felix nodded energetically.

to you, the bouquet of flowers was like a promise. a reminder that no matter how many miles or seas were between you two, your love was still just as strong. it really made you believe that felix was the one.

did this really start as long walks along the beach and late night facetime calls?

it was certainly just so pretty of a thought, wasn't it? one call in the early hours of the day was the wakeup you needed to realize that while he was sound asleep, you were head over heels.

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ao3feed-snape · 2 years

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Hobbledehoy | H. P. fan fiction

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/OLkIl8o

by Plantsimp

Hogwarts mystery era! various x reader -------------- hobbledehoy

(n.) an awkward teenager; one who is perpetually ungainly and uncertain

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Y/n is literally the definition of teenager. they weren't confident. They weren't sure of anything they ever said, did or even looked at. Oh and they hated, and I mean hated talking. Just absolutely DESPISED it and also how everyone always seemed to stare at them even if they didn't. Their eyes just seemed to follow Y/n everywhere.

read this story to figure out how this absolute menace to society made a whole generation of wizards and witches fall for them. and that just because of their simple PRESENCE.

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- Love Neslihan

Words: 8811, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery (Video Game), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Nymphadora Tonks, Severus Snape, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Andre Egwu, Talbott Winger, Penny Haywood, Rowan Khanna, Ben Copper (Hogwarts Mystery), Felix Rosier, Pomona Sprout, Chester Davies, Minerva McGonagall

Relationships: Nymphadora Tonks/Reader, Charlie Weasley/Reader, Penny Haywood/Reader, Bill Weasley/Reader, Andre Egwu/You, Talbott Winger/Reader, Rowan Khanna/You, Original Character(s)/Reader, Felix Rosier/You, Chester Davies/You

Additional Tags: Nonbinary Character, Original Character(s), Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Good Slytherins, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Good Severus Snape, Protective Severus Snape, Mentor Severus Snape, Severus Snape Has a Heart, Everyone Is Gay

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/OLkIl8o

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juniperwindsong · 4 years

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In Love & War (2/3)

Part 2: Retrouvaille

You look down at the parchment in your hands, then back at the dilapidated building in front of you. The numbers match. This is the place. And a more unlikely setting for a casual conversation, you can’t imagine. You have to walk several flights of stairs to reach the top flat. You knock tentatively on the stripped-paint door, but it swings open at your touch. In spite of the sun shining behind you, the room within is shrouded in darkness.

The thought of what Felix would say if he knew where you were and what you were about to do stops you before you enter. Felix, so all-consumed with your safety he thinks of almost nothing else. To walk into such an obvious trap after everything he’s done for you feels like a betrayal of the highest order. But the darkness ahead doesn’t frighten you nearly as much as the dark gaps in your memories. You're convinced now something is wrong, something is missing from your mind, and you cannot shake the feeling that Talbott Winger will be able to shed light on it.

And if it turns out to be a trap, well, it's been a long time since you had a decent duel.

You light your wand and push past the creaking door. It's a studio loft flat, the entirety of which could fit inside the Rosier mansion's second-best dining room. Your light arcs across the walls, scanning the dark for potential dangers. There's a worn but comfortable-looking sofa, soft curtains fluttering gently over the windows, and cheerily painted picture frames decorating the peeling walls. It might have been quite homey once, you think. Only now nearly everything is coated in a thick layer of dust and debris. A table near the kitchen alcove is piled high with used dishes and old fish-and-chip wrappers. You wrinkle your nose at the smell of stale food. There's a noticeable absence of animals or insect life, however, and you wonder whether the flat is entirely abandoned after all.

Movement at the corner of your vision makes you jump. You look up, wand gripped tightly. A wavy pattern of light dances across the wall behind the table. A strange, flickering light, like the reflection of water. You step closer, searching for the source, when a picture hanging at an angle captures your attention.

Even beneath the layers of dust, you recognise the yellow-gold eyes of Talbott Winger. A teenaged Talbott Winger, standing awkwardly at the edge of a group of young people wearing Hogwarts robes. As you stare, one of the other teenagers grabs Talbott's hand, dragging him closer. The students all smile and wave toward the camera, and Talbott's friend leans over to kiss his cheek. Several of the students cheer and Talbott's face turns a fiery red, but he smiles in spite of himself and doesn't pull away.

You inspect Talbott's cheeky companion with interest. You squint at the face, trying to make it out beneath the dust and dirt. Something about them is painfully familiar. The figure turns to face the camera again, and shock like a thunderbolt roots you to the spot.

“Y/N.”

You whip around to find Talbott lurking near the door watching you. His wand is held at his side, but it doesn't occur to you to be afraid. Your head is reeling at the photograph's implications.

“What is this?” You gesture at the picture.

Talbott does not reply. He’s once again the self that seems most natural on him, brooding and silent.

“Why am I in this photo? Why am I -“ You glance back at the picture to confirm what your mind is struggling to accept. You - a teenaged you, dressed in school robes - leaning in to kiss Talbott's cheek as you wave to the camera.

“Were we.... together? At school?

Talbott is still unwilling, or unable, to answer. He takes a few wooden steps toward you. You gather your wits enough to point your wand at his chest.

"Stop!" you demand. You rake your free hand across your scalp, grappling for an explanation. "This is...some sort of trick, isn't it? You're trying to get information from me. About Felix.”

Talbott only shakes his head. His eyes look almost as panicked as you feel.

"Then why can't I remember you? Why can't I remember any of this? Why doesn't anything make sense?"

"Your husband," Talbott pronounces the word with disgust, "is lying to you."

Your heart skips a beat.

"That's...quite an accusation." The tremor in your voice belies your arch words. A light has clicked on in your head, but you don't want to look at it.

It makes sense. It's almost the only thing that makes sense. Felix's refusal to answer questions, to explain anything to you, to let you go anywhere... You've always known he was hiding something. You simply trusted him enough to let it go, at least for the time being. But lying? You picture your husband's adoring eyes and careful hands cupping your face. It's impossible to imagine Felix doing anything to hurt you.

"Alright then. What is he lying about?"

"Everything."

Talbott takes a tentative step, eyes asking yours for permission. You hesitate. Then you lower your wand. You hold your breath as he walks, but Talbott stops on the other side of the table. He pushes aside greasy newspaper wrappings to reveal a stone basin underneath.

"A Pensieve?"

You've seen one just like it in Dumbledore's office. You wonder if it isn't the same one, it looks so similar. What is it doing here?

"I don't know what he's done to you, but I think it's a powerful memory charm," says Talbott. He takes a small vial from his pocket and empties it into the Pensieve. "So you're not going to believe me if I tell you. But I think if I show you...you might remember."

The contents of the basin begin to swirl. Talbott takes a step back and stares at you pointedly. You understand what he wants you to do. But it's madness to put yourself in such a vulnerable position with this man you cannot remember. You shouldn't even be considering it.

You stare at the swirling basin. It’s filled to the brim with memories. And memories are everything you’ve been missing for so long. You approach the Pensieve, and, without letting yourself think anymore, plunge your face inside.

Tendrils of liquid mist writhe about you as you sink in a swirl of light and colour. Fragments of memory play out quickly in front of your floating body: you see yourself, a ridiculously young you, watching in awe as a gawky yellow-eyed boy becomes a bird in the middle of the Hogwarts courtyard; then a version of yourself only slightly older peers anxiously through a gap in a bookcase, hands fiddling with your hair, until the young Talbott on the other side whispers, "My answer is yes," and you watch your own face light up in unrestrained joy.

Another swirl of mist turns the room into starlit sky, and the teenage you and Talbott are perched on the edge of the courtyard fountain. Talbott's hand inches across the stone toward yours. You meet him halfway, grinning furtively, your fingers just brushing his before Talbott grips them tightly, as though you might run away at any second. Then the courtyard morphs into a greenhouse, stars still winking overhead, and you're holding hands with Talbott across a table. The teenage you holds her breath, and you can feel your own present-day chest suddenly still, as Talbott leans over and places tentative lips on your cheek.

You reach up to touch your own, older cheek as if the imprint might still be there. Then your fingers brush your lips. There's a burning there, as well, and you suddenly know where the next memory will be just before the swirling mist subsides.

The owlrey, at sunset. You and Talbott sit cross-legged on the straw, books spread out between you. You're supposed to be studying, you remember, but you can't keep your eyes off the boy next to you. He's staring at his book with all the appearance of unflappable focus. Then he darts a glance at you from the corner of his eye. The younger you smiles. In a rush of boldness you can feel as well as see, the younger you presses your lips to Talbott's in the whisper of a kiss.

Echos of exhilaration, and a sudden horrible fear that you've gone too far, rush through your veins as if the moment were happening to you again. Then Talbott reaches for your teenage self, yanking you closer, his mouth open in a desperate, un-practiced, entirely un-self-conscious kiss. Your first kiss.

You remember it now. You close your eyes, but the scene continues to play behind your eyelids. Your awkward teenage fumbling with lips and teeth and tongue, interspersed with giggles and later with breathy sighs. That kiss had meant everything to you. It had lulled you to sleep at night for so many years. It was the memory that inspired your patronus. How could you have forgotten it?

You open your eyes again. Images continue to flash in quick succession and your dizzy brain tries desperately to keep up. There's you and Talbott in the library passing notes to each other between the bookcases; laying out on the grass with Talbott, your fingers intertwined, watching the stars and sharing secrets; stolen moments with Talbott in the owlrey, discovering each other's bodies slowly and sweetly; Talbott cradling you against him at Rowan's funeral, ignoring the whispers and raised eyebrows of the students around you; Talbott's burning face and pleased smile as you kiss his cheek for your graduation photograph.

Each moment ignites a flame of recognition inside you. You try to remember everything all at once, itemize every moment you've somehow forgotten. But your head feels like it's breaking under the barrage of memories.

Then the mists converge and settle into a scene more still and focused than the others. A slightly older Talbott stands stiffly in the middle of an empty studio flat. You recognise it as the flat you've left your body in. Only it's less dusty and dirty, and there's sunlight streaming through open, curtain-less windows.

You look around for your younger self, but Talbott is alone. These must be Talbott's memories then, not yours. He's rubbing the back of his neck so hard he might wear the skin away, and shooting panicked looks around the empty room. His yellow-gold eyes dart to a window. You can tell he's fighting the urge to take flight. Then the door to the flat swings open noisily. It slams against the wall and a rain of plaster sprinkles to the floor.

"Whoops!" you hear your own voice say. A you, slightly older than the graduation photo and with different hair, staggers into the flat. There’s a tower of boxes balanced in your arms. "Guess we'll need to fix that."

You flash a grin at Talbott, but it fades when you catch sight of his expression.

"What's wrong?"

Talbott says nothing. He figdets with the pocket of his trousers and doesn't meet your eye.

Carefully, you tip your boxes to the floor. You take slow, deliberate steps toward Talbott, as if approaching an extra skittish bowtruckle.

"You don't...I mean...you've not changed your mind, have you?"

If anything, Talbott looks more anxious than before. He shakes his head so violently hair swings about his face. He stares at you, mouth opening and closing soundlessly like a baby bird. Your younger self considers this for a moment. Then you take a deep breath and say, "Okay. Hold on."

Pointing your wand at the boxes, your younger self murmurs, "Windgardium Leviosa,” levitating them carefully to the middle of the room. The boxes settle into even columns until they form a wall about waist height. You dig through the top box and come up with parchment and quill. Then you slide down one side of the cardboard wall. Your hand sneaks around to pat the space on the other side.

The present-day you smiles as you watch Talbott take the proffered seat. You know what this is. It’s the ritual the two of you invented at school, whenever Talbott's anxiety robbed him of speech. What others often mistook for haughty silence, you discovered was really Talbott trapped in his own head, too overwhelmed to explain his thoughts aloud. So you wrote him notes. You left them in the owlery, or his schoolbooks, or slid them between bookshelves in the library to where he waited on the other side. You let him write, at his own pace, everything that was on his mind, until the panic subsided and he could speak again.

As you watch, your younger self scribbles a single word on the parchment, then slides it back to Talbott. You don't have to look to remember what it says.

Hey

Hey yourself, Talbott writes, sliding the parchment back.

You don't seem excited about moving day. Is it the flat? I know it's rubbish, but I can fix a good bit of that.

Talbott grimaces before writing in his careful hand: I don't mind about the flat. It's ours. It's perfect.

So why the long face?

This time, it takes Talbott minutes before he's able to pen the words, I'm afraid, and push the parchment toward you.

Of what?

Talbott's hand-writing is now a hasty scrawl. What if some dark wizard I'm tracking comes looking for me and finds you instead? What if I'm not here to help you?

Your younger self grins. Talbott, I outduel you every time. I'm more worried about you going to work without me.

The corner of Talbott's lips twitch before his face clouds again. What if you change your mind later?

I won't.

The next words come slow and shaky. Talbott presses the quill so hard to the parchment ink bleeds through.When he's finished, Talbott tosses the parchment aside. You have to stretch your arm around the boxes to reach it.

I don't want to lose you.

And you remember without having to look the little pinpricks of tears in yours eyes as you read this. You set the parchment down and crawl around the boxes to Talbott's side. You settle yourself across Talbott's lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing your forehead to his.

"You aren't going to lose me. I promise."

Then Talbott's hands are everywhere at once: roaming through your hair, down your arms, across every bit of your body he can reach. His mouth takes yours like a drowning man fighting for air. Even now, so many years later, you can feel your heart stop with the force of that kiss. There's nothing gentle or careful about his clutching fingers or his hungry lips. It's a primal, animal sort of need that makes you gasp and tremble and wrap your legs around him.

Talbott pulls you harder against him, as close as you can possibly be, but it isn't close enough. It never is. Not after you've removed every layer of clothing separating you, nor when he pins you to the ground, your frantic movements testing the integrity of the floorboards. You always need more of him. It's why you can make a promise like that with such certainty.

What on earth could have induced you to break it? What could possibly have made you forget this moment?

The memory melts into mist again, and when it reforms you see a different face smiling at a version of you not much younger than you are now. A face with rich brown eyes, and a superior smirk you know by heart.

"Rosier, this is a surprise!"

Your exclamation echoes into Flourish and Blotts where Talbott, examining a book, looks up sharply.

"Indeed. It's been a long time, Y/N. It's a pleasure to see you again."

Felix takes your hand and offers it a kiss, accented by a mock bow. He winks, and you laugh at the little display.

The scene shifts again, and now you're watching yourself and Felix chat across a table at an outdoor cafe. Only you’re watching from the rooftop of a building a block away. You wonder why, until you spot a great eagle next to you, piercing yellow-gold eyes fixed on the you down below. You squint in the same direction, wondering if you can get closer. Except, as you take in the cafe's coloured awning, you realise you know this memory already. You've thought of it before: catching up with Felix for the first time after you graduated.

You can see Felix's lips move, but the words are muffled. Talbott must have been too far away to hear anything clearly. Felix reaches across the table to stroke the back of your hand. You remember the way the casual flirtation made you shiver. He says something Talbott can't hear, but you remember the words exactly.

"Perhaps I could take you to dinner sometime. I'd love to hear more. I've...quite missed you, Y/N."

And your own reply as you pull your hand gently away. "That...sounds lovely, Rosier. Felix. But I'm afraid I am seeing someone already."

You offer an apologetic smile which Felix accepts with grace.

"Of course. Maybe, as friends then? If you're comfortable?"

But Talbott can't hear this exchange. He can only see your eager nod and the brief embrace you and Felix share before parting.

"We were just friends," you whisper to the eagle, but of course, he can't hear that either. He takes off from the building in rapid flight, wings beating the air violently. And the memory congeals into mist once more.

Scenes continue to play before your eyes. You watch time pass in snatches of moments, but you take in very little of what's happening. Because something has clicked in your brain, and your mind is finally supplying forgotten memories of its own. Talbott, wandering the flat you share, taciturn and brooding. Nothing you do or say can cheer him. Your questions go unanswered, your notes ignored. You remember your growing frustration and concern with your distant partner. His change toward you hurt. You can still feel the ache, like a bruise against your chest. It was as if all the years you had spent carefully building trust with him had never happened. You couldn't understand it.

But with Talbott's memories to fill in the gaps, everything makes sense.

You never mentioned your lunch with Felix to Talbott, nor any of the meetings that followed. You knew Felix's Death Eater family would have made any friendship between him and Talbott impossible. So you kept it hidden. You thought. Guilt sours your stomach until you're afraid you might be sick. What must Talbott have thought of you?

The sound of your own voice raised in frustration snaps you back to the scene in front of you.

"You have to talk to me!" you cry, fingers fisting in your own hair. "I have been so patient, Talbott, but I can't drag words from you all the time. You have to help me! You have to tell me what's going on in your head. If you don't love me anymore, then just say so! Anything is better than this."

"Of course, I love you," Talbott mumbles. He's edging toward the window, retreating from the fight. Usually, this would make you stop and think through your actions carefully. The last thing you ever want to do is scare Talbott away. But this time, angry agitation courses through you. You can still feel the echo of it bubbling in your veins, keeping your better judgment at bay.

"Then why? Why would it be so awful to be married? We've lived together for years, I don't understand why it's so different."

Talbott's yellow-gold eyes plead with you to hear what he cannot say. You understand now the fears he could not put into words. But your younger self only waits impatiently, arms crossed, while Talbott shakes his head.

"We just...can't."

The memory shifts again, and you're watching yourself from a great height. Rain pelts from the sky in angry bullets. They seem to pass right through your strangely floating body, but they run heavily off the wings of the eagle next to you: Talbott, gliding soundlessly above your younger self, as you sprint across the Rosier estate to the manor house. You rap hard on the front door. It takes only a moment for it to open and a surprised looking Felix to allow you to dart inside.

Talbott circles the manor several times, you floating along beside him, before he catches sight of light and movement in a ground floor window. He dives, and you dive with him. You know you can't actually be hurt in someone else's memory, but still you squeeze your eyes shut as the ground hurtles toward you. You don't reopen them until you hear the scrabbling of talons against ground. Talbott settles himself in the shadows beside a window looking down onto the butcher’s table in the kitchen you know so well. The two of you watch as Felix pours you a cup of tea, and your younger self pours out your heart.

This time you can hear words between your sobs: almost incoherent confessions of how worried you are about your partner and how confused you feel about your relationship. Which means Talbott must be able to hear them too. He must also hear Felix when he finally speaks into the silence that lingers in the wake of your rambling.

“Y/N, do you think...if you hadn’t met him, hadn’t dated him at school...would you have considered...me when I asked you? As something more than a friend?"

Your younger face scrunches up in confusion. "I don't know. Maybe. I mean, I confess, I did fancy you a bit in my first year. Or, did you know that already? I wasn't much good at hiding it."

Felix's face turns bright red.

"I did not," he replies carefully. He tries to hide his blush behind his tea cup, but you see it and giggle around wet hiccoughs.

“There’s a face I don’t see often.”

Felix grins sheepishly. "Then, I suppose I ought to confess that I...I quite fancied you as well."

Your younger self nearly chokes on a sip of tea. "What, when I was 11?"

"No, I mean...for the last few years. Now, in fact."

You stop laughing, and Felix continues hastily.

"I know this might not be the best time to say it, but...it seems like there never is a best time. I've waited for years. I didn't want to - I mean - I wanted to wait until you weren't with him anymore, but Merlin knows when that will be. It doesn’t seem like anything he does will induce you to leave him. But he doesn't appreciate you, surely you can see that now? How could any man be so cold to you? Make you worry like this? Make you wait?"

"So...this whole time..." your younger self says in growing agitation, rising from the chair. "We weren't really friends? You were just...waiting for me to break up?"

"Of course not. I mean, of course we were friends. Are friends," Felix says, standing quickly. "I - I misspoke. I just thought...maybe it would help you to know...you have other options." He runs a hand through his hair. "This was the wrong time.”

"Yes, it was."

"I apologise," says Felix quietly. He looks so unhappy you wonder how your younger self can stand to be so cold to him. It's hard to remember a time when Felix, carefree and smiling, wasn't at the forefront of your desires. But, as you watch your younger self flee the house, you know that in spite of everything Felix had to offer, you had only ever been in love with one person.

"Talbott!"

The memory blurs into another, and your younger self is startled to see Talbott waiting for you in the street outside your flat. It's still pouring, and both of you are soaked to the skin. But Talbott is babbling, something you've never seen him do, and you're too shocked to suggest adjourning somewhere dry.

'I'm sorry," he says, taking your hands and clenching them between his own. "I'm so sorry. I know I'm - I can't say the things I mean. Even when I need to, when it's most important. But I do mean them. I mean... I love you."

"I love you, too," you're quick to assure him.

Talbott shakes his head, water flicking from the ends of his sopping hair. "I've never understood that. It didn't seem real, and... I think I've just been waiting all these years to lose you somehow. But I don't want to lose you. And I certainly don't want to be the reason why I lose you."

Your jaw goes slack. You know you ought to say something in response, but shock has frozen your tongue. This might be the most emotion Talbott has ever confessed at one time. He takes your stunned face in his hands. "What I’m saying is... I mean, I'm asking if you'll marry me."

A little bubble of joy grows in your chest. A bubble you force yourself to pop.

"Talbott, no. I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I just...I love you, so much. And the way you've been recently... I know you're hurting and I don't know why or how to help and it hurts me too, but... you're never going to lose me. We don't have to be married for that to be true. I'm yours, I'm always yours. I promise."

Talbott presses his mouth to yours in a crushing, breathless kiss. His lips know a language that communicates feeling better than his words ever can. You inhale his need for you and return it in kind. The rain dripping into your nose forces you to part for air.

"Please marry me," he whispers into your hair. "I want to. I want you. I want...us."

You can feel the joyous bubble expand within you, pushing everything else aside. Until there's no room for confusion or sadness or fear.

"Do you really mean that?"

Talbott can only nod, his words exhausted. But you see the answer in the spark of his yellow-gold eyes.

"Then, yes!" You cling to Talbott as though the rain might sweep him away. "Yes!"

Tears leak from your younger eyes, lost in the rivers of rain. It's a moment before you realise your older self is crying as well. You sob quietly into your hand, even as the mists swirl about once more, carrying away one of the most meaningful moments of your life. Lost, for so long. Like you promised Talbott you would never be.

How? the word pounds against your aching brain. How? How?

The rain fades into mist and the mist reforms into the inside of your flat. In spite of the light shining through the parted curtains, the room is oddly shadowed. There’ s something different about it. Something is missing you can’t quite put your finger on.

You hear a choking noise and turn to see Talbott, sitting at the table. There's a piece of parchment in his hand. His yellow-gold eyes are liquid, and as you watch, a tear rolls down his sharp nose. He makes another strangled choking sound, and you realise he's crying. Your memories may still be settling, but you're certain you've never seen Talbott cry before. The sight wrenches your heart from your chest. You want to throw your arms around him, even though you know he can't feel it.

Instead, you stare at the parchment in his hand. It begins, Dear Talbott, and it ends in your signature. The writing looks like yours, if a bit tidier than you usually bother with. You scan the contents of the letter, eyes widening with each line. You're leaving? You've changed your mind? You're marrying Felix Rosier, instead? You can't recall ever even thinking these things, let alone writing them down. A phrase jumps out at you from the parchment: You've never appreciated me, I see that now. The words are horribly familiar...and you blanch as you remember where you heard them.

The memory starts to dissolve. You glance around desperately. You want to re-read the letter again. You want to be absolutely sure before you allow the shadow in your mind to take full form. But the flat becomes the entryway to the enormous manor house you know so well. Beside you, Talbott steels himself with a breath, then pulls the bell.

The door opens, and Felix's wand appears first. He holds it just low enough to keep the minimum requirement for civility, but the threat is unmistakable.

"What do you want?" he asks Talbott coolly.

"I want to see Y/N."

Felix's eyes flick briefly over his shoulder as if checking for something. He replies in a lower voice:

"She has no wish to see you."

"I don't believe you."

"Believe what you like."

Felix attempts to close the door, but Talbott throws his shoulder against it. He squares up to Felix as if he might simply push past him. Neither man is particularly brawny, but Talbott has the height advantage. Their scuffle is quickly solved when Felix pokes his wand directly into Talbott's chest forcing him to step back.

"You did something to her, didn't you?" Talbott says, yellow-gold eyes bright with fury. "You wrote that letter. You...you kidnapped her."

A brief, hard swallow is the only indication of guilt Felix betrays.

"It hardly matters. It's over between you either way. Y/N is safe now, that's what's important. There's nothing you can do."

"You don't care about her safety!" Talbott's voice is almost a shout.

'Don't you dare!" Felix suddenly snarls, shocking both men into a short silence. Felix composes his face and continues more quietly, "Her safety is all I care about. And if it had mattered more to you, perhaps things would have been different."

The glint of concentration in Talbott's eyes is a look you've seen before. You know he's thinking quickly, debating his next move.

"You won't get away this," he finally says, his voice a soft and venomous hiss. "I won't let you."

"Is that a threat?"

"It's a promise."

Without another word, Felix pushes the heavy front door closed. Just before it slams shut, you see a figure dart down the corridor behind him. You recognise your own wide eyes make contact with Talbott's in surprise. Then the mists swirl about you again. This time, they envelope your body like a whirlpool lifting you up, up, up...

Until you’re stumbling out of the Pensieve, reeling and gasping for air. You lean over the table, gripping the edge until your knuckles turn white. You take deep, slow breaths, your eyes closed. Your mind is whirling, frantically sorting through everything you've seen, everything you now remember.

Felix, you realise, and your insides twist sharply. Felix had done something to you. What? Your battered brain supplies a forgotten image of Felix's wand pointed at you, his eyes full of fear and pleading. His mouth moves frantically, but the memory still lacks sound.

Your own name being called tears you from your vision. You turn carefully, leaning against the table for support. The sudden recovery of everything your mind was missing is wreaking havoc with your body. Your knees wobble. You feel dizzy and seasick. And the sight that meets your eyes does nothing to settle your symptoms.

"Y/N!"

Felix says your name again, but he isn't looking at you. His eyes are on the wand Talbott aims at his chest. There are notes of concern in Felix's voice, but his wand arm, pointed at Talbott, is entirely steady. The two men watch each other, tensed for action. Both shoot quick glances your way, but neither can do more without dropping their defence.

"Are you alright?" Felix calls over his shoulder.

You blink, but don't answer. Your mind throbs so badly your vision blurs, but for once you know you can trust it.

"You lied to me." Your voice comes out a croak. You briefly wonder how long you've been in the Pensieve.

"What?" Felix sounds panicked.

"You did this to me," you say slowly, the words leaving a terrible taste in your mouth. You don't want them to be true. But the sound has caught up to the picture in your head of Felix's wand pointed at you. You can hear his spell clearly. "You...obliviated me. You made me forget. How...how could you do that?"

Felix tries to step closer, but Talbott sends a hex at the floorboard near his feet. With a snarl, Felix throws a curse back at Talbott. Talbott ducks and weaves to the side just in time. The spell hits the sofa, sending it flying against the wall with a crash. Both men straighten, and raise their wands at each other once more.

"Stop it!" you yell as loudly as your pounding head will allow. You hold your own wand out, but your arm shakes too much to be menacing. You fight a wave of nausea threatening to capsize your stomach. Both Talbott and Felix turn to you in concern. Felix is nearest. He shuffles backward toward you, still keeping his wand on Talbott.

"Take another step and I swear I will kill you."

You glance up at Talbott. You know from the set of his jaw and the glint of purpose in his yellow-gold eyes, he means exactly what he says.

"No." Both Talbott and Felix drop their wands a fraction, looking at you in varying degrees of surprise. "I want him to explain." You keep your face as expressionless as possible as you fix your eyes on Felix. "I want to know why you did this."

For once, Felix doesn't blush. Instead, colour drains from his face until its almost translucent. And when he speaks, his voice is as unsteady as your legs.

" Y/N, I swear, I didn't want to do it. But I had to! You wouldn't see reason. The Dark Lord, he - he considered you a threat. Ismelda Murk, she told him everything about you - everything you did at school. He wanted you dead, or on his side. I told you to leave...to run...to stay safe. But you wouldn't. You - he -" he spits the word in Talbott’s direction, "insisted you stay and fight.

"And for good reason," you say hotly. "The Dark Lord has to be stopped. He's evil."

"That doesn't matter!" Felix shouts. "This isn't about good and evil, it's about alive and dead. All I wanted was to keep you alive. You wouldn't listen to me, and I didn't know what else to do. I just wanted to keep you safe."

Felix's eyes are anguished, but you feel no compulsion to comfort him. Ice creeps through your veins, freezing your heart, shattering your sympathy.

"No you didn't." Your voice cracks with brittle fury. "You didn't care about keeping me safe. If you did, you would have just wiped my memory and sent me to France or America or somewhere he wouldn't find me. You didn't do this for me. You did this for you." Your voice rises in volume until you're almost shouting. "I chose Talbott. You wanted me, and I picked Talbott and you couldn't stand it."

"Because it's foolishness!" Felix bellows. A shower of red sparks erupt from his wand. "He's a frightened little bird, he can't keep you safe! He flies away at the first sign of a fight. I took you from him, and he didn't even attempt to come and find you. The way I would have. The way I always-"

Talbott's curse is completely silent. Purple light hits Felix in the chest and he falls heavily to the floor. He lays still, eyes closed, and you gasp in spite of yourself.

Talbott sprints the length of the flat in a second. He throws your arm about his shoulder, and half-drags you past the unmoving Felix.

Your stomach heaves as you ask, "Is he-"

"He's not dead," Talbott says viciously. "He's not worth anyone's soul."

You can't reply. Each step you take increases your risk of being sick all over Talbott, so you focus on your feet. Picking up one after the other. As you stumble out the door, you cannot help but look back. The sight of Felix crumpled on the floor sends a crack through your heart's icy veneer.

You want to tell Talbott to stop. You want to come up with a plan; something that will fix everything, the way you always do. But your mind is too exhausted to think anymore. You close your eyes and let Talbott wrap his arms around you, hoisting you down the stairs. When he reaches the bottom, he clutches you against him and disapparates.

You sleep. You don't know for how long. You're looking for someone, someone calling your name. A voice you know... a voice you trust. A face swims into focus and you smile as you recognise it. Then it points a wand at your chest, and the spell echoes over and over in your mind. Obliviate. Swirling mist wraps itself around your body, trapping your arms and legs, constricting your chest, your throat. You're sure your head is about to explode.

You jerk into consciousness, breathless and sweating. You fumble for Felix to wrap yourself in his arms, but the bed next to you is empty. And entirely too narrow to be yours.

Then you remember. You're in the house of an escaped convict who, it was explained to you, had been falsely convicted after being framed for murder by his purported victim, both of whom were also unregistered animagi. And somehow, that's only the second strangest revelation you're wrestling with.

Your wrap the blanket around you and take stock of yourself. Your head still hurts miserably. Most of your body aches as well. But your mind is the strongest it's been in a long time. Sleep has cleared away the last vestiges of fog. You know exactly who you are and what has happened to you. It's a cruel irony then how much you wish the last 24 hours were just an awful dream.

There's a knock at the door. You have no desire to talk to anyone at the moment. You open your mouth to say so when a voice calls, "Y/N, are you up?"

The tension in your shoulders eases a fraction as you recognise who it is.

"Yes. Come in."

The door creaks open slowly and Bill Weasley sidles inside carrying a tray.

"Mum wanted to make sure you ate something. She didn't get to feed you last night, and you know how she is. Thinks you might starve to death overnight."

The sound of Bill's nervous prattle is immensely comforting. Bill, the big brother you wish you'd had. Bill, whose advice you value above anyone else's. For him, you're able to manage a weak smile.

"I don't know if I can stomach anything just at present. But I might take a cup of tea if you have it."

Grinning in relief, Bill sets the tray down on the bed beside you. You take the steaming cup and hold it against your chest.

"So, how are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm..." You want to say fine, but your mouth can't even form the words. You simply stop talking and squeeze your eyes shut again.

"Yeah, that's sort of what I figured."

A few minutes gentle silence rests between you. You sip your tea, hoping the warm liquid will settle the roiling in your stomach. Deep down, you know it's futile. It isn't really your stomach that's sick, it's your heart. But you don't know how to deal with that problem just yet, so you focus on Bill instead.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you in Egypt?”

"Oh, I took a desk job to help out the Order. You knew that, didn't you?"

You shake your head. Bill flushes, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Oh. I guess it might have been after you..um..."

It's Bill's turn to trail away.

"I imagine I've missed quite a bit," you say as casually as you can, raising the cup to your lips again.

"Yeah, but...there'll be time to catch up on all that later. Mum isn't going to let anyone bother you till you’re well again. She's been terribly worried about you, you know. I mean, everyone has, but...when Talbott said you'd run off with that Death Eater, I thought Mum was going to march right up to the house herself and drag you out by your ear."

Bill chuckles, but you can't join him.

"How could anyone think I'd really done that? Joined You-Know-Who?"

Bill's face falls. He shifts in his seat uncomfortably. "No one liked it much. It didn't make any sense. But the way Talbott explained it you'd left some letter saying you...you loved him. And love can make people do pretty mad things."

You can't say anything to that.

"Do you...want to talk about it?"

You shake your head.

"Alright. I'll leave you alone, then."

Bill pushes off from the bed. He sets the tray of uneaten food on the bedside table, and starts for the door. His hand is just turning the knob when you call him back.

"Bill?"

Bill doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. He scoots onto the bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You lay your head against his chest, and sob.

For days, you keep yourself locked in the dusty bedroom of Grimmauld Place. Food is brought to you, occasionally by Mrs Weasley or Bill, but you pretend to be asleep whenever they arrive. You wait until after they've left to choke down what food you can stomach. You know you need to eat, but hunger and thirst have both abandoned you.

Occasionally, you hear the sounds of gentle knocking or whispered conversations outside your door. You recognise the voices of your friends, wanting to see you, and Mrs Weasley shooing them away. You're glad for it. You aren't ready to speak to anybody.

Your ailment isn't a mystery to you. You know you're heartbroken, you just don't want to think about why. What does it say about you that you wake each morning craving the presence of the man who tricked you, lied to you, erased your memories? You can barely stomach the knowledge yourself. You don't want to think about what anyone else would say if they knew.

Instead, you sleep as much as possible, and wait for the pain to subside.

You're lying in bed one afternoon, letting the little sun the window permits warm your bones, when you're startled by the sound of shoes outside your door. You close your eyes, hoping whoever it is will see you sleeping and go away. But the door doesn't open. A scraping, scuffing noise reaches your ear. It stops, and the hall is quiet once more.

You wait for a count of ten, then roll over in bed and open your eye just a crack. Something is laying on the floor. Curious, you sit up. It’s a piece of parchment and a quill, stuffed under the crack in the door. You leave the shelter of the bed and tiptoe across the room. You pick up the parchment and read the word, Hey.

For the first time in days, you smile. Turning, you slide down the door and settle onto the ground. You listen to the breathing on the other side, and close your eyes.

This is what it felt like to be you, before Felix. When the only place you could ever imagine yourself, the only place you wanted to be, was with Talbott. The mysterious, awkward boy who tugged at your heart strings. The man that settled your soul and set fire to your body. To be back-to-back with Talbott again is the comfort you desperately needed. It's returning to your own bed at the end of a long, tiring day.

You turn to the parchment on your knees.

Hey yourself, you write and stuff the parchment and quill back under the door.

You can hear the faint scratch of the quill, then the parchment returns.

How are you feeling?

You mark out several answers before deciding on, I don't know.

That makes sense. Talbott leaves a few lines of space before, I've missed you.

You smile sadly. I missed you too.

Really? His reply is an eager scrawl.

Really. Even when I didn't know what I was missing, I knew I was missing something. And after I saw you in Diagon Alley, I knew deep down it was you. Even if I didn't know why. Somehow, this doesn’t seem like enough, so you add, I’m sorry.

It's not your fault, Talbott sends back. His handwriting is even. No ink blots or shaky pen strokes, nothing to suggest the statement is hard for him to admit.

I know, but I'm still sorry.

This time, Talbott's reply takes longer to reach you. So am I. I should have figured it out sooner. I should have known you wouldn't have left like that. I should have come after you.

You hesitate. But the whole point of the ritual is to communicate the things you need the other to know, but are too hard to say out loud. So you let yourself write, Why didn't you?

You can hear by the quill, stopping and starting again several times, how hard it is for Talbott to admit.

I did once. When you first got back from France. I did a fly-by of the house. But you were with him. You looked happy.

You stare at the words. You wonder what moment Talbott had caught you in. You and Felix reading in the study, glancing at each other over the tops of your books? Together at the piano, where you took every opportunity to brush your fingers against his? Dancing in the ballroom? Laughing in the kitchen? Or wrapped around each other in one of a million places all over the house? It makes your face burn to think of Talbott seeing you like that.

"Were you?"

You start at the sound of Talbott's voice as he whispers the words from around the closed door.

"Was I what?" you ask quickly.

"Were you happy?"

You release a long, deep sigh. "I...I don't know. I thought I was happy, but... I wasn't myself."

"Did you really...love him?" The word twists Talbott’s voice. You know how hard it must be for him to say.

"We were just friends, Talbott. I know I should have told you a long time ago, I just-"

"No," he interrupts, "I mean - when you...forgot me. Did you love him then?"

You don't know what to say. "He...he was very kind to me." It isn't really an answer to Talbott's question. But it’s all the confirmation he needs.

"Do you love him now?"

The answer sits on your tongue, heavy and uncomfortable. You want to spit it out, to confess. That’s what the ritual is for. But you can’t force it from your mouth. You sit frozen, unable to speak. You wonder if this is what it’s like to be Talbott.

“Even after you know what he did to you?” Talbott says, unable to keep bitterness out of his voice. “Even though he's a Death Eater?”

"He's not just a Death Eater," you snap. You only realise how defensive this is until it’s too late. There’s no sound from the other side of the door. Talbott’s breathing seems to have stopped. "I mean, he doesn't want to be a Death Eater. He's just...frightened."

Talbott doesn’t answer. You hear shoes slide against the floor. Then footsteps echo down the hall. You strain your ear until the only sound left is your own thudding heart beat. You have to close your eyes again to keep the tears from spilling.

You've spent days so lost in your longing for Felix, you forgot how badly you miss Talbott as well.

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hazy shade of winter PART 1

pairing - felix rosier x mc

requested ? yep ! unfortunately i didn't get a username so i couldn’t tag them, but if this was yours please leave a comment because I loved writing this !

summary : you stay behind at hogwarts over christmas holiday and become much closer with a certain prefect while all of your friends are away...

warnings : slow burn ?

(also i haven't written anything in a hot minute so if this sucks i apologize and very much appreciate any constructive criticism as im trying to improve my writing. but im very excited this is the first fic im posting to my new account!)

It was a another freezing winter morning as I woke up unusually early, bringing the covers up over my head tossing and turning trying to fall back asleep to escape the cold for just a few more hours. I groaned throwing the heavy blanket away from my face taking in a deep breath, brushing the stray pieces of (h/c) hair from my eyes. It was no use. I was completely and fully awake, totally aware of how quite the room was without all my friends going about their usual morning routine. The only sound keeping me company today was the wind rustling harshly against my window as I stare at the ceiling now desperately wishing I had taken Rowan or even Bill’s invitation to spend the break with them. It was only the first day of holiday and I already missed them. ‘‘ it’s only two weeks.” I tried to reassure myself.

I look over to the window the sun still not even up, “if the sun gets to sleep in i should be able to.” I frown to myself as I realize i’m going to have to get up at some point. I bite the bullet and decide to try and make to most of the day, that thought lasted all of five minutes as after I brushed my hair and teeth I couldn't be bothered to exert any more energy. Assuming I’m either the only one in slytherin who stayed behind on holiday or at the very least the only one awake at this hour I decided there would be no better way to spend these next few hours then curled up in the common room next to the fireplace getting ahead of my studies. I quickly pulled on an over sized (f/c) sweater not even bothering to change out of my pajama pants and grabbed a few textbooks as I made my way down to the common room to find it actually decorated quite nicely, a christmas tree dawned our house colors, stockings over the fireplace, and a few other decorations here and there. I smiled taking in the scene as I sat back into the couch getting as comfortable as possible before opening my potions book.

I’d say I got in a good forty-five minutes of studying before I ultimately fell asleep. Potions always seemed to do that to me, hence why Penny had to tutor me so often. I was sure I had been out for a at least an hour or two as I finally woke up yawning as a rubbed my surprisingly still tired eyes. Looking down I noticed my book set neatly on the table in front of me and a blanket covering my now very warm body. It was only then that I looked over and noticed that I was in fact not alone here. Not even two feet away from me sat a familiar form.

“I see you are finally awake.” he didn’t sound as cold as he normally did, in fact he almost sounded pleased?

“Felix? What time is it?” was the only thing that managed to escape my lips as I was a bit shocked to see him.

“A bit after eight I suppose.” he replied marking a place in his book before sitting it on the table, turning to give me his full attention. “You know I don’t consider it wise to spend the night in the common room, I imagine it’s not very comfortable and it can get quite cold.” he added glancing down for only a moment.

That’s when I realized what exactly he was looking at. I was now all to aware of the fact that he was the one who had covered me with this blanket and neatly arranged my books. But why would he do that? Was he sitting there waiting for my to wake up? Was I overthinking this situation? Probably. I mean he was just looking out for his housemate, that’s what a prefect does after all. I tried not to make the situation any more than it was but I was unable to suppress the blush creeping up my cheeks. I sat up, now sitting criss cross only a few inches separating us.

“I wasn't down here all night.” I corrected him. “I woke up pretty early and couldn't go back to sleep so I thought it would be a good idea to come down here and try and get ahead of my lessons, but you can see how well that worked out.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised considering how many house points you've lost us by falling asleep in Snapes class.” shockingly he didn't sound as if he were scolding me like he normally did when it came to house points.

“It’s not my fault his voice is so unbearably boring that I have no other choice than to go to sleep.” I joked trying to lighten the mood. I swore I could see the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. “What are you doing here anyway? Wouldn’t you rather spend the holidays at home instead of being cooped up here?”

“You know I could ask you the same question (l/n).” he replied raising a brow. I suppose he was right. Who am I kidding, he was always right.

l smiled at his response just sitting there for a moment taking in his features. It was nice seeing him outside of his house robes and uniform. He was wearing a simple grey turtle neck, black pants, and his normal black dress shoes. Good to know he still remained quite formal even when no one was a round to see. His hair was still slicked back and his cheek bones were just as sharp but something seemed different. His expression seemed less tired, almost relaxed. But I suppose that made since, even though we were stuck at Hogwarts we were still on holiday.

He cleared his throat, though our eyes never broke apart. Oh Merlin. I thought to myself, just how long have I been just staring at him. I averted my eyes as fast as humanly possible, practically jumping out of my seat. Smooth (y/n) smooth.

“Want to go to the Great Hall? I could really use some coffee.” I smiled mentally face palming myself as hard as possible.

He shrugged getting up from his seat, “Sure.”

And just like that the two of us started to make our way to the Great Hall.

(Felix’s pov)

It was only six am when I awoke to the cold nipping at me from under the covers, I looked around to my empty room and sighed as I would be spending yet another Christmas alone at Hogwarts.

“at least i can get some peace and quite.”

I soon got up to get dressed and made my way to the common room ready to get started with the day. Of course I didn't expect to see anyone else here at all let alone at this time, you could definitely say I was more than taken aback to find someone asleep on the couch. I felt my heart rate speed up even more when I realized that it was you. Questions immediately began to pop into my mind. Why hadn't you gone home on break? Why were you asleep in the common room? Had you been there all night? What were you dreaming about? I had caught myself off guard with that last one.

I looked around the common room at all the decorations I managed to get up that night before making my was over to you. Gently brushing a piece of hair away from your face tucking it behind your ear I smiled at how serene you looked. As I pulled the book you were reading from your hand my fingers grazed yours, you were freezing. After placing the book neatly on the table I went to my room to get you a blanket.

If you were going to sleep in the common room you should have at least brought a blanket with you. It’ll be a wonder if you manage to not get sick. I mean really you need to start being more responsible.

As I walked back in I couldn't help but just stare at you for a moment as I covered you up, I had never been more glad you were asleep as I was sure that you would have been able to hear every beat of my heart. I debated on whether or not I should sit in a different seat worried you would find my decision to sit next to you odd at the very least but I couldn’t resist. I sat down as slowly and as quietly as possible doing my best not to wake you, managing to sit back and start my book without causing so much as a stir.

I tried to read my book and ignore the fact that you were asleep next to me but it was almost as if the more I tried to concentrate the harder it became. I read the same sentence over at least ten time before finally giving in to watch over you as you slept, my eyes shifting back and forth from you, to the fire burning, and finally back to the book as I realized what a creep I was probably being and decided to try and give reading another attempt. But I still couldn't help but smile at every little snore. (if you don’t snore, well you do now uwu)

This went on for just a little over an hour before I felt you moving around, looking over as you woke up. When your tried gaze met mine I could feel my face soften, there really was no one like you.

(y/n)’s pov

It didn't take long to make it to the Great Hall as we walked there in almost total silence, not that I minded it was honestly nice just to have the company. Truth was I was grateful not only was I going to have someone to spend the holiday with but I was going to be able to spend it with Felix. I know we weren't close or anything, and given all the times I lost our house points he probably didn't like me very much but i’d be lying to say I didn't enjoy every moment I could steal from him.

As we walked through the doors I looked around taking in the sight of all the decorations, even with how empty it was the room felt so full of joy. Felix of course kept the same stoic expression as he always did but I like to think he enjoyed the scenery as well.

We took our seats at the end of the table sitting across from each other as we had our breakfast.

“So (y/n) what are you doing here on holiday if you don’t mind me asking?” he questioned finally breaking the silence.

“And what if I do?” I replied teasing him a bit.

He raised a bored brow, but I could tell he was a bit taken back by my response.

“You’re not here to cause trouble I hope.” He was already on to me, I had to think quick.

“Who? Me?” I asked looking around. “Felix please I am the back bone of this house, I would never.” I smirked even though it was a very obvious lie. He rolled his eyes at the “back bone of slytherin” however he was amused to say the least.

“Well that certainly is a shame.” he started before taking a sip of his tea. “Because if your offer still stands, I say we make this break interesting for once.”

I didn't know what to say, was this all a trap to get me to reveal my plans? He was prefect after all, was he really willing to get in trouble? But all my mind could really focus on was the fact he even remembered my offer.

“Well (y/n), what will it be?”

What came over me I don’t know, maybe it was the look in his eyes. A mischievous glint I had never seen in him before, maybe my curiosity got the better of me. Or maybe it was that skip of my heart that made the decision for me.

“Alright Rosier, let’s do it.” I grinned going against all better judgement I agreed extending my hand to seal the deal.

As he grabbed my hand he pulled me closer to him, leaning across the table, “I must warn you if we’re going to do something this reckless we do it my way. I won’t have us getting caught.” I could only nodded in agreement as words were not even an option in this moment, he finally realized the position we were in and let me go. Though a small part of my wished he hadn’t.

He went back to his tea focusing rather hard on it trying to hide the ever so slight blush forming. I couldn't quite wrap my head around what had just happened but I had a feeling I wasn't going to be able to stop thinking about it any time soon.

It wasn't long before we were both finished and ready to head out deciding to head to the library to read up on some information that could help us in our adventure. As we were walking I forced him to take a slight detour stopping by the courtyard to look out at the frosty morning. I let out a happy sigh watching as my breath came out in a cloud. The air was bitter and I definitely wasn't dressed for such cold weather but I had never been so happy to shiver. Seeing the ground covered in a beautiful sheet of white as even more spilled from the sky almost made me forget about everything else going on around me. I walked out looking up at sky trying to catch a snow flake on my tongue.

“(y/n) get back here ! It’s freezing, you're going to get sick !” I heard Felix call after me but it was like it really just went in one ear and out the other. Little did I know how intently he was watching me, I didn't even think of how silly I probably looked but in that moment I couldn't care less. Twirling around in the snow I become almost lost in my own little world and didn't even notice when Felix had come up behind me.

I jumped as I was snapped back to reality feeling something rather warm wrap around me. Looking down I saw a scarf now resting on my shoulders. I quickly turned around staring up at Felix who was now standing right in front of me, snow now starting to cover us both. My (e/c) eyes met his brown ones and the heat immediately began to rise to my already rosy cheeks. I tried taking the scarf off but he placed his hands on mine to stop me, re wrapping it before his hand moved to my cheek. His hands felt so warm even out in the freezing cold.

“You’ll get cold.” I said averting my gaze trying to protest.

“I’m not the one shivering.” he smiled as I felt his hand move from my cheek to brush a fallen strand of (h/c) hair behind my ear. Little did I know this wasn't the first time he had done this.

I had no idea how to respond, it seemed like he never failed to make me speechless, but this? This was a side of him that I didn't even know existed. How did the point obsessed prefect become so.....sweet? As I looked up at him I smiled gently cupping his hands in mine, raising them to my lips blowing out a bit of warm air.

“I will shiver in this cold happily if it means I get to stand here next to you.” staring up at him I was glad to know I was no longer the only one blushing.

“Lets head inside before we catch our death out here.” he said before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead, I could feel a smile form onto his lips as I intertwined his hand with mine.

These were going to be an interesting two weeks.

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lara-kaminari · 4 years

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Pink pill - Felix Rosier x Reader (MC) One-shot

Summary:

- Hey Tulip, do you remember when Felix Rosier asked me for a MC headache pill? - Yes, Tonks. And? - Maybe, accidentally, I gave him another kind of pill. -You mean...? -Shit, yeah.

Contenido:

Félix luchaba con sus propios sentimientos esa tarde en la biblioteca junto a MC. Ella estudiaba junto a él, pasaban el tiempo juntos antes de ir al partido de quidditch que se disputaría; otros de los amigos de la rompe maldiciones estaban allí, pero no les daba importancia.

Apenas podía concentrarse en el libro abierto frente a él; su amiga reposaba su cuerpo contra el estante de libros, sus piernas estaban cruzadas, y por alguna extraña razón le parecían fascinantes. Se preguntó cómo se sentiría simplemente acariciarlas o reposar su cabeza en ellas, bajó su vista de nuevo hacia el libro. Nada de eso pasaría, él se graduaría pronto y ella se quedaría a disfrutar la vida de una adolescente de quince años, ¿por qué se repetía constantemente su edad? Tener diecisiete años no es una edad tan avanzada, quizá podría…

Ella lo estaba mirando, ¿por qué lo estaba mirando? Oh no, ¡él también la veía! No lograba bajar su mirada, como si estuviese congelado y entrenado para verla a los ojos. Sintió su garganta volverse seca, su mente era atacada con preguntas sin respuestas ¿acaso iba a revelar sus sentimientos? ¿En la biblioteca? ¿Susurrando románticamente?

— Siento que mi cabeza va a estallar por leer tanto, ¿podrías pedirle a Tonks una píldora para el dolor? — Preguntó con voz dulce; no podía negarse a esa sonrisa amable, parecía apenada ¿por qué? Haría cualquier cosa por ella.

Asintió y se acercó a la metamorfomaga que estudiaba junto con la pelirroja.

— Disculpa Tonks, MC dice que necesita una píldora para el dolor de cabeza ¿tienes alguna?

— Oh claro. — Rebuscó entre su mochila y sacó un pastillero, era una cantidad inusual de medicamentos. Ella notó su sorpresa. — Estuve ayudando a la señora Pomfrey en esto de curar personas, déjame ver… ¡Tiene que ser esta!

Le extendió una píldora rosa y él le agradeció antes de irse, revisándola bien notó que tenía un corazón grabado, algo cursi para ser un medicamento.

— Aquí está tu salvación. — Dijo melodramático mientras le entregaba la píldora con una reverencia. Su compañera río ante el gesto y la tragó sin más. — ¿Estarás bien? Recuerda que iremos a ver el partido, los gritos de la multitud no serán lo mejor si sigues con tu dolor.

— Estaré bien, seguramente me recuperaré rápido.

Ella volcó su vista al libro, y Félix tuvo oportunidad de volver a espiarla a escondidas. Esta vez se tomaría el tiempo necesario para analizar cada una de sus facciones; sus pestañas eran tan largas y estaba seguro que era natural, algunos mechones de cabello caían sobre sus mejillas esponjosas ¿tendría oportunidad de apretarlas alguna vez? Se deleitó con sus labios, estaban heridos porque MC los mordía según su estrés o ansiedad, él podría morderlos también si eso la calmara.

¿Otra vez con esos pensamientos? Era imperativo concentrarse en su futuro y no en una chica de secundaria, pronto estaría trabajando en la reserva de dragones en Rumania, cumpliendo su mayor sueño y dedicándose a… Oh, ella desprendió los primeros dos botones de su camisa y empezó a agitar su mano para darse aire ¿Tenía calor? Inusual, no se encontraban en una época especialmente calurosa. De cualquier manera, era estúpido intentar encontrar lógica en la manera de ser de MC, ella iba contra toda normativa escrita y no escrita.

— Félix, no me siento bien. — Susurró; sostuvo su cabeza con su mano mientras intentaba mantenerse de pie. Se sintió un tonto por no darse cuenta antes de su estado, era momento de mantener los pies sobre la tierra. — ¿Puedes llevarme a nuestra sala común?

— Tranquila, te tengo. — Tal parece que se perderían el partido. Varios alumnos de slytherin pasaron a su lado con las caras pintadas y banderines, al menos con la Sala Común en silencio podría descansar y sentirse mejor.

Tal como predijo, no había nadie allí. La acostó en los sillones frente al fuego mientras verificaba su estado, sus mejillas estaban tan rojas y su temperatura corporal no hacía más que subir, ¿Sería fiebre? Al menos podría redimirse cuidándola y atendiendo cada una de sus necesidades.

Ella se incorporó y comenzó a quitarse la camisa sin pudor.

—¡Espera! No hagas eso aquí, ve a tu cuarto y ponte una pijama al menos. — Dijo mientras la detenía. Ella se veía diferente, le hizo un puchero mientras volvía a desabrochar los últimos botones de su camisa.

— No quiero ropa, tengo calor.

— Bien, pero no puedes desnudarte aquí sólo porque sí. — Volvió a levantar la prenda y se la extendió, intentando con todas sus fuerzas no ver lo que no estaba permitido.

— Llévame a tu habitación, necesito acostarme. — Suspiró, al menos allí podría tenerla controlada. Fue su guía hasta el cuarto, ella seguía sin cubrirse la parte posterior del cuerpo y temía no poder controlar sus ojos si ella no se cambiaba.

Dejó a MC en su cama mientras él se encargaba de asegurar la puerta, lo último que necesitaba era dar explicaciones sobre porqué una chica semidesnuda estaba en su cuarto y específicamente en su cama. Simplemente era la fiebre y las alucinaciones, la chica que conocía jamás podría haberse quitado la camisa frente a tu muchacho por algo tan banal como un golpe de calor ¿O sí? Desgraciada caja de misterios que jamás podría entender. Apoyó su frente contra la madera mientras sostenía el picaporte, intentaría que durmiera y si no presentaba mejoras iría corriendo con la señora Pomfrey.

Al voltear creyó que también estaba alucinando, ¿era la fiebre? ¿Se transmitía tan rápido? Imposible, esa mañana estaba bien y ni siquiera había presentado síntomas. Entonces, ¿Por qué estaba viendo a MC completamente desnuda en su cama? Ni siquiera en sus mejores sueños habría imaginado algo así, eran demasiados detalles para ser producto de su joven mente. Su cabello alborotado, las mejillas rojas como manzanas, la redondez de sus senos y como sus propias manos acariciaban cada centímetro de ese joven cuerpo. Una de sus manos bajó más, excedió el límite entre lo real y lo imaginario, se estaba tocando a sí misma.

No sabía cómo reaccionar, ninguna palabra salía de su boca ¿Qué podía decir? Su propia mente lo traicionaba pidiendo más, ansioso de escuchar los sonidos que ella emitía cuando dejaba entrar y salir sus dedos. Se acercó a pasos lentos hasta estar frente a su compañera, una vista única y tan perfecta, el movimiento de su mano era mágico y se retorcía de placer como una ninfa del bosque. Tuvo que sostenerse de las columnas de su cama para no saltar sobre ella en ese mismo instante, si estaba alucinando no quería ser devuelto a la realidad.

Ella abrió sus ojos para verlo directamente.

— He hecho esto muchas veces pensando en ti, Félix. — Esa sonrisa, la forma en la que mordió si labio. Se quitó la ropa con una rapidez no humana, necesitaba seguir escuchándola, aprovechar cada segundo de ese sueño divino.

Se posicionó sobre ella para robarle los primeros besos, una boca tan dulce e inocente, diciendo las cosas más obscenas. Lo atacó una urgencia desesperada por saborearla más, su lengua se enredaba con la suya provocando que ella pasara sus brazos alrededor de su cuello y apegara más su cuerpo. Su toque era tan real, al fin podía morder esos carnosos labiosos y hacerlos suyos; sintió su entrepierna palpitar urgida por ser tocada. Como si leyera su pensamiento, ella bajó su mano y masajeó lentamente su miembro.

Estaba mal, ¿por qué lo estaban haciendo? Maldita sea, él era su prefecto y su figura de autoridad. Si no se detenían ahora podrían romper más reglas de las que deberían, todavía podía salvarse la situación si le explicaba que… Su boca lo traicionó al soltar un gemido de placer, MC estaba usando sus dos manos para estimularlo y sus labios besaban y mordían su cuello desprotegido. Aún estaban a tiempo de parar, sólo necesitaba…

— Rómpeme, Rosier. Siempre quise que fueras el primero.

Al diablo con las reglas.

Sus dedos encontraron el camino hacia su agujero, estaba tan mojada y caliente. Jugueteó un rato viéndola pedir más mientras acariciaba su clítoris con el pulgar, sus dedos se abrieron y cerraron igual que unas tijeras, dispuesto a prepararla él mismo. Su lengua recorrió uno de sus senos, succionando y mordiendo con cuidado.

— Te preparaste muy bien para mí. — No lograba descubrir el origen de su creciente hambre sexual, ¿el deseo se mantuvo resguardado tanto tiempo? Ya no poseía control sobre su propio ser, fue demasiado tiempo observándola en la biblioteca e imaginando escenarios indebidos que borraba lo más rápido que su cerebro le permitía. Ahora ella estaba allí, temblando de éxtasis y proclamando su nombre entre jadeos.

Abrió sus piernas, y se posicionó para entrar. Echó un último vistazo para observar a aquella chica sonrojada, desnuda, y ansiosa que pedía por él; iba a volverlo loco, era su especialidad. Empujó hacia adentro con cierta dificultad, su amante se sujetó de las sábanas con fuerza y gritó su nombre mientras arqueaba la espalda; aumentó la fuerza de sus empujes maravillado por como sus senos se movían al ritmo de las estocadas, por como sus ojos seguían en él y le dirigían una mirada de puro deseo.

Era tan bueno que rayaba lo fantasioso, mordía su labio con fuerza para asegurarse a sí mismo que no se había desmayado en la biblioteca y que no despertaría en la enfermería con una MC actuando normal a su lado para cuidarlo. Su parte lógica lo interrumpía para recordarle que estaba mal y era más difícil de lo esperado poder quitárselo de encima.

— Félix, no pares… Necesito más…

Un prefecto debía ayudar a sus estudiantes, ¿no es cierto? Le dio vuelta con agilidad, acarició su espalda y notó que portaba un pequeño lunar detrás de su cuello. El sonido de gemidos volvió a sacudir la habitación; se movía rítmicamente contra las caderas de su amante, dejando escapar suspiros de excitación y placer. Con sus manos a cada lado de su pequeño y suave cuerpo, se sujetó para asegurar su fuerza en cada empuje.

MC deslizó su mano por debajo para acariciar su clítoris, era consciente de que pronto acabaría y se lo hizo saber a su acompañante. Quería ser llenada por su esencia, soltó un gemido al imaginarse a sí misma chorrear la sustancia espesa y blanca de su prefecto; su cuerpo se tensó cuando él tomó su cabello y tiró su cabeza hacia atrás, su mente estuvo en blanco unos segundos hasta que sintió como perdía la fuerza en su cuerpo. Jadeó y se dejó caer contra el colchón, estaba envuelta en una neblina de éxtasis, su único momento de lucidez apareció cuando Rosier acabó dentro de ella.

Él cayó rendido a su lado, con su respiración agitada y sin poder creer que realmente se había acostado con una estudiante ¡No sólo una simple estudiante! Era la rompe maldiciones más conocida del colegio, la chica que no temía meterse en problemas y quitarle puntos a Slytherin, ella flotaba sobre todos con su hermosa sonrisa y esos ojos tan...

MC lo estaba viendo ¿Por qué lo estaba viendo? Cierto, el sexo. Inesperado, irresponsable, contra las reglas y tan maravilloso.

— No esperaba que todo esto ocurriera así. — Dijo con voz suave. Félix tragó saliva, ciertamente había sido una sorpresa para ambos. — Primero quería confesar mis sentimientos, invitarte a salir, comenzar una relación y luego...

— Espera. ¿A qué te refieres con sentimientos?

— Te amo, Félix.

Sonrió, pasó tanto tiempo negándose la posibilidad de amar y ahora ella aparecía para cambiarlo todo. Se inclinó para besarla y ella le devolvió el gesto, pero lo profundizó más rápido de lo que esperaba.

— Todavía siento calor, ¿podemos hacerlo otra vez?

— Creo que tendremos que ir a un lugar más privado, ¿qué te parecería ir al baño de prefectos? No es un mal lugar para tomar un baño.

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domaslut · 1 year

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Felix would be so proud of Mc. She’s spending all her books on dragons to make his dream come true… She is like “Wake up, little dragon, it’s time to surprise my soon to be husband!”.

So, Felix, babe, be ready for Mc and her army of dragons. Buy her a ring, she deserves it.

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ardentmuse · 5 years

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Felix Rosier x Reader Masterlist

Last Update: September 19, 2019

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benscursedkid · 5 years

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could i perhaps request 9 + felix... maybe?¿

of course!! thank you for requesting!! enjoy!

felix x slytherin!mc!reader

words: 1.8k ~ oops…

genre: angst

warnings: no actual sexual content, but it is heavily implied!!

a/n: this takes place after mc’s graduation!! and my own mc is a ravenclaw so i’ve never experienced felix as my prefect myself– just a heads-up. i’ve also never written for felix before so i hope you enjoy!!

*i tried to make this gender neutral seeing as idk what you guys want nor like so if you don’t specify in the request, the mc will likely be gender neutral. i am willing to write for both genders, no matter the pairing, though!!*

“You need to find happiness without me.”

Its only a whisper, something mumbled under your breath as you slip your shirt back on, but it was enough.

Felix sighs from his place, spread out across his king sized bed, something that he’s realized is way too big for one lone person. It was this realization, along with many others, that led him to inviting you in it all those months ago. Like a fool, you accepted.

Even now, as he gets up wordlessly to hand you your jacket, you haven’t changed. You were a fool back in school for many reasons –reasons you’ve tried hard to forget– you were a fool when you agreed to whatever arrangement this is, and you’re still a fool now for not being able to quit it.

Though, really, it’s him that you can’t quit… How pathetic.

You decide to push forth with this topic of conversation. You know he heard you before and it’s long overdue anyhow. “You do know that, don’t you, Felix?”

The man in question hums, his brows crinkling. “Know what?” He asks, even if you both know it’s a weak effort.

A huff escapes you as you tie up your laces, looking up at him as he stands before you. “Don’t play that with me, Felix. We both know you’re not that thick.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Comes his immediate reply and you inwardly curse wherever this stubbornness is coming from. “Look, MC, can’t we just leave this alone? I mean, this arrangement works so why change it now?”

“It works for you,” You growl, abandoning the other foot in favor of meeting his gaze. He looks properly disheveled; his usually slicked back hair is a mess of rogue strands, his pale skin shines with drying sweat, and his lips are swollen and red.

If you had told yourself a few months ago that this is a sight you’d soon become used to seeing, you would have laughed. You would have thought that there was no way in the world that the guy you had a crush on when you were young would ever reciprocate your feelings, especially after all this time. You were right of course, but for once you wish you weren’t.

“MC–”

“No, Felix, I’m sorry, but it had to be said! I know you know how I feel about you, you’d have to be outrageously dull not to,” The brunette’s mouth has snapped shut, not having expected this from you. Not when you were normally so quiet after your ‘visits’.

A shaky breath leaves your mouth as you take a moment to collect yourself before diving back in.

“…Felix, I know what this is, I’m not that little kid that you knew before,” Your companion visibly stiffens at the accusation, but true to self he stays calm, not giving away more than that. “If you wanted someone to replace that hole they left in you, then you should have just asked.”

He blinks; once, twice. “You know about that?”

“Everyone knows about that,” You say, your tone softening ever so slightly at the reminder.

Unfortunately, word of Felix’s failed relationship had long since gotten around by the time you’d ran into him again. At first it made you sad, thinking about what he must have been going through. Four years of your time dedicated to someone only to have them leave you like it was nothing. It’s a feeling you’re familiar with. Granted it was your brother who left you, but you’re sure it hurts all the same.

You had almost made up your mind to stay out of it until you found yourself stumbling into his place at an ungodly hour of the night, only to disappear out the back door before morning. It was then that you had started to wonder if maybe he had gotten over it quicker than anyone anticipated. Though, a part of you always knew he hadn’t. You just suppose that sometimes, if you’re desperate enough, you can convince yourself that all the pieces are in place, that things are better than they are.

Currently, Felix curses to himself, a rare sight. A hand flies to massage his temples, before he spins back around to face you.

His mouth opens and closes mutely, sadly. Not a sound comes out as he searches for the right words. You watch, silently, as all fail him.

“MC…” Felix ventures, licking his lips that have since gone dry. His tone is soft, cautious as if he were speaking to a child. “I-I didn’t mean to… to hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

You offer a small nod, but you refuse to meet his eyes lest you fall back into them.

“I’m sorry,” Slips past his lips next and at that you manage to finally drag your stare back up to his. “For being selfish with you.”

For a moment you say nothing and neither does he. The only sound comes from the life outside and you swear the moon hates you, if the way the moonlight illuminates his face just right is of any indication. The silence between you is thick with tension and heavy with a kind of truth that only comes from heartache.

You hate it.

“MC–”

“What am I to you?”

He reels, taken aback by your sudden question. You know you probably shouldn’t have taken this there, that you likely won’t like any answer he gives you– because it’s not the one you want –but you couldn’t help yourself. The thought has plagued you for much longer than you care to admit and now seems as good a time as any.

“I mean, I know you don’t feel the same, I get that, but…” You trail off, no words seem to properly explain your train of thought.

A beat. “What do you want me to say?”

The words hit home, knocking the breath straight from your lungs. You hadn’t expected him to ask. Make up an excuse, attempt to placate or convince you, yes, but ask? Not even close.

Suddenly your chest burns with an unpleasant feeling, one that you think has crept up on you these past few months, but now it shows no mercy. It tears at your flesh and pollutes your veins, getting stuck inside your lungs. It’s suffocating you, but you can’t find it in yourself to let it go.

“I’m just a distraction, aren’t I?” You don’t know where the anger comes from, or rather you don’t want to dwell on where it comes from, but it seeps into your voice. It twists your words into those of someone bitter, someone bruised from a love that strangled them dead.

Your old prefect goes to object, but upon realizing he can’t honestly deny the claims, thinks better of it. He shrinks into himself, a sight you thought you’d never see. You suppose shame can do that to a person.

“I’m just a body to keep the other side of the bed warm, aren’t I? Just someone to keep around so that you don’t feel so lonely?” All your pent up anger and resentment bubbles up to the surface and for once you let it, needing the relief that comes with getting it off your chest and out in the open.

You laugh at yourself, ironically, a bit manically maybe. Felix flinches at the sound, knowing that he’s the cause of such a display starting to slowly eat at him.

“Wow…” Your eyes are cold, mirthless as you seem to gape in astonishment at all your bad decisions. No longer are you suffering in silence, having chosen to do it out in the open for him to see. “I’m here simply to make you feel better, huh? To try and fix what they broke? Well, let me tell you, Felix, that’s some bullshit. You and I both know that I’ll never be what you want because I’ll never be them.”

“I’m so sor–”

“Don’t you dare apologize, Rosier,” You spit, the faux smile on your face saying something entirely different from your tone. Felix grimaces at your use of his last name, a habit you seemed to have gotten past after the first week of meeting again. “I mean, I can’t really blame you, can I? You used me to help yourself and I let you.”

“It was very Slytherin of you, I must say. I mean, why try and put yourself back together when you can break someone else? Not when it’s so much easier to break someone else’s heart than it is to focus on your own that’s already broken.”

You look completely mad now, you’re sure. Your words are no longer directed at him, but yourself. You shake your head as Felix watches, knowing better than to interrupt.

“Tell me, Felix,” You muse, finally turning back to him, your head tilted in curiosity. “Did it make you feel better?”

His brown orbs take you in, tattered and torn, and with an over abundance of shame, he nods his head. “For a while,” He whispers against your cheek, his breath fanning across your eyelashes.

You hum in acknowledgment, a thought coming to mind that pushes past your teeth. “I’m not mad at you, ya know?”

He perks at this, the space between his brows wrinkled in confusion. “Wha–you’re not?”

“No,” You declare with a shrug of your shoulders. “You’re not the only selfish one, Rosier. I knew how this would go and I did it anyway because having even a little of you, even if it’s all the wrong pieces and in all the wrong ways, is so much better than nothing at all.”

His eyes widen in surprise, seemingly unable to process what you’ve just said, as if the mere thought was completely absurd. You see then something you’ve tried to deny for a long time.

He’s just as damaged as you, and that’s why you can’t stay.

Having calmed down some, you straighten your jacket on your shoulders and clear your throat. “Look, Felix, I don’t think I should come over anymore.”

Felix glances at you briefly, guiltily, and concedes with a nod. One of his hands fall onto your shoulder and he sighs heavily. “Yeah.. yeah, I think that’s for the best.”

With nothing left to say he considers walking you to the door, but decides against it. That’s probably the last thing you want right now.

Instead, he picks his own shirt up off the floor and slips it over his head as you open the door to leave. You risk a glance back at his defeated form and against your better judgment, you call out to him one last time.

“You need to find happiness without me, Felix.”

“I know.”

“And I hope you do.”

“…You, too.”

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