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the-al-chemist · 7 months

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On This Wild Night — Part Two

Notes: I’m not a natural writer of erotica. I’m just too British for it. Still, it’s good to challenge oneself. So, here’s my first go at taking on something of that nature. Apologies in advance if it’s below par.

A warning: this chapter contains sexual content, descriptions are moderately explicit, and the scene in question involves two enthusiastically consenting adults. There are also several references to character deaths that occur in canon.

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The house was empty. Artemis pulled Charlie inside, where the familiar surroundings of the Weasleys’ kitchen were quiet around them.

When she kissed him, he let go of her hand and brought both of his to her face, his thumbs resting on her cheeks and his fingers at her hairline. She kicked off her shoes, rested her bag down on the kitchen counter, and ran her palms up his chest until she reached his bow tie. Tugging slightly, she worked at the knot so that it came to hang loose around his neck.

Meanwhile, Charlie’s hands began to travel down her body. As they reached her waist, he manoeuvred her to the middle of the room. He pulled his wand out of his back pocket and placed it on the kitchen table so that he could lean back against it, and his fingers dug slightly into her hips as he pulled her towards him.

“How long do you think we have?” she whispered, fingers fiddling with the buttons at the collar of his shirt.

“Speeches are in fifteen minutes.”

“Won’t anyone come looking for us before then?”

“No,” was Charlie’s reply. Artemis could feel his words as much as she could hear them, softly murmured against her skin as he started to trail kisses down her neck to her collarbone.“I made up an excuse. They’ll leave us alone.”

“What did you tell them?” Artemis asked, her voice already breathy. Charlie paused, and pulled his lips away from her sternum to stare at her. “What?”

“We have all of fifteen minutes and you really want to know what rubbish I’ve spouted to keep everyone away? Does it matter?”

“No, you’re right. Waste of time. As you were.”

Charlie shook his head and chuckled, lowering his mouth to — as she could have predicted — Artemis’ breasts. She let out a small moan and brought her hands down to untuck his shirt from his trousers, using her fingers to gently trace the lines where the muscles of his lower abdomen ended above his hips. He pulled her even closer, and she smiled as she felt him stiffen against her for the second time that afternoon.

This time, though, Charlie was responding in kind. He released his hold on her hips to run his palms down her thighs and back up again, bunching up the material of her dress as he went. He moved almost tantalisingly slowly, so that by the time his calloused fingertips grazed the top of her thighs, she could feel her yearning for him like a knot in her core. He continued to tease her with gentle touches that moved closer and further away again as he kissed his way back up her neck to her earlobe.

“Well, we both know there’s nothing else in my way now,” he said wryly, and a moment later, his fingers were exploring the wetness between her legs. His lips moved back to hers, and she felt them curve into a smile as she sighed against them, her hips already gently bucking against his hand.

Determined even now not to let him get the better of her so easily, her hands found his belt. Her fumbling fingers made less light work of it than they would normally, but it wasn’t long before she was able to feel him through just his boxers. A few moments later, those were unbuttoned as well. She continued to work him, firmly massaging the length of his erection, feeling it twitch in her palm as his breath became ragged.

In response, Charlie upped the ante, drawing rough circles with his fingers before delving them into her, curving them to form a question mark. But just as she thought she had the answer, he moved his hand away entirely.

“Why did you stop?” she asked him.

“To do this,” said Charlie’s low voice. A second later, he had hoisted Artemis up, lifting her up from the ground with his hands under her bum.

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, and he carried her to the side of the room, resting her back against the wall.

“Smooth,” Artemis muttered. Charlie shrugged nonchalantly, but from the expression on his freckled face she could tell that he was feeling pretty pleased with himself. “How long have you been wanting to pull that move?”

“A while,” he replied, his proud-looking half-smile not slipping one bit. “This seemed like the right time for it.”

“Agreed. You know, I’ve always thought those muscles were wasted on dragons.”

“Definitely. Now, just hold still a second.”

“Why?”

“This bit’s a bit more fiddly, and I now feel like I need to keep up this smooth thing so I can carry on impressing you.”

“You always impress me.”

Charlie kissed her forehead, before concentrating on slowly lowering her down onto him. As he did, Artemis drew a deep shaky breath.

“That alright?” he asked.

“More than alright.”

Artemis kissed him. He returned the kiss, using his tongue to open her mouth and tenderly pushing a strand of hair back from her face. As the kiss began to deepen, she pulled away and looked him straight in the eye.

“Charlie. We’re on a tight schedule.”

“Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.”

He moved his hand from her face to the wall beside her head and started to thrust against her, into her, slow and deliberate. Her mouth found his again, and his teeth grazed her bottom lip. As he continued, Artemis buried one hand in his hair, and grasped at the fabric of the back of his shirt with the other, pulling him closer to her. She wanted him closer, needed him closer. As if he knew, Charlie’s movements became harder and heavier.

A moan escaped her lips and her back arched towards him, the crown of her head hitting the wall behind her loudly and painfully as she threw it back. Instinctively, Charlie moved his hand from the wall in an attempt to cushion the blow. The attempt was unsuccessful, but Artemis’ own hand took hold of it. Their fingers entangled together, and Charlie brought both up above her head as he moved faster still, each buck of his hips causing her breath to hitch.

It was quickly becoming too much for both of them. A heat started to rise in Artemis, burning its way through her until she could stand it no longer. She buried her face into Charlie’s shoulder as fireworks went off in her head, bursting in a myriad of colour and light that only she could see.

While the light behind her eyes was still fading, Charlie followed suit, his final thrust turning into a jerk as he also crashed and burned inside her. They clung to one another for a moment as they recovered, both still panting and trembling.

After one more clumsy kiss, Artemis was lifted up and lowered down so that her feet were on solid ground, her legs almost giving way as she bore weight on them. Charlie waited until she was standing steady before letting go of her and taking a step backwards.

“How’s your head?” he asked, doing his fly back up and tucking his shirt back into his waistband.

“Fine. Well, no. It hurts, but I don’t care. Worth it,” said Artemis. She smoothed down her dress and started trying to help him with his bow tie, not that she knew what she was doing on that front. “Good move, we should try that again some day.”

“I intend to. When you least expect it. It’s a stealth move, that one.”

“Sure. Are we late for the speeches?”

Charlie checked his watch above her head.

“We’ve actually got a minute left,” he said, looking and sounding pleasantly surprised. “Well done, us.”

He opened his palm and held it up to Artemis, who stopped struggling with his tie for a second to hi-five him. Looking back at the still-loose bow tie, she sighed, fetched Charlie’s wand from the table, and pointed it at the fabric around his neck. It immediately formed a passably neat bow.

She handed the wand to its rightful owner, and attempted to neaten up her hair using the window as a mirror, to little avail. Luckily, her hair had been messy before she even left the marquee.

“Will that do?” she asked Charlie, who stood behind her to assess the damage.

“Yes, it looks very pretty.” He wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her right shoulder. “Right. Speeches?”

“Speeches.”

Less dishevelled now, the two of them made their way back out through the garden, hand in hand, talking quietly. Suddenly, Charlie stopped dead in his tracks and let go of Artemis’ hand. She frowned at him.

“What?”

“Here,” he said, and after a quick glance around them, reached into his pocket. “You should probably take your knickers back.”

Artemis grinned and took her pants back from Charlie. She pulled out her wand, and with two quick movements, vanished and conjured them again, so that she was wearing them once more.

“I knew that would get your attention.”

The champagne flutes floated around to top up the glasses once more as everyone sat back down at the end of Ron’s speech.

“I thought he did really well,” said Artemis, holding her glass aloft for one of the bottles to fill, “especially as he was obviously so nervous about it.”

Charlie eyed his youngest brother sceptically. “Was he?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you’d know. I just would have preferred it with a few less anecdotes.”

“I thought they were quite funny anecdotes.”

“Yeah, they were.” Charlie shrugged. “I just don’t think we all needed to know quite so much about the bloke who’s going to be shagging my little sister later.”

“I always thought people stopped having sex after they got married,” Artemis said, and on Charlie’s other side, Kingsley Shacklebolt let out a deep reverberating chuckle.

“The number of redheads in the room might suggest otherwise,” he laughed, leaning forward to make eye contact with Artemis, who grinned.

Charlie grimaced and shook his head, and Artemis nudged his shoulder with her forehead.

“Lighten up, Charlie,” she giggled. She raised her glass to her lips and added under her breath: “Hypocrite.”

Charlie pulled a face at her and put his own glass on the table so that he could poke her in the ribcage. He steeled himself for her retaliation, but didn’t need to. His father had stood up and was hitting his own champagne glass with a teaspoon.

The room fell quiet, and Arthur Weasley pointed his wand to his throat.

“Sonorus,” he said, and his voice became louder, as he introduced himself to the wedding guests. “Good afternoon, everyone. For those of you who don’t know, my name is Arthur, and I’m the father of Ginevra and Ron, along with several other red-headed young men, but they’re all less important today.”

“Oi!” a male voice heckled from a nearby table. Charlie smiled, recognising the voice as that of George.

“Today is all about Ginny — and Harry, of course, but we can talk about him later,” Arthur continued, all too used to being disrupted after over thirty years of fatherhood. “Now, most of you are probably aware that by the time Ginny came along, my lovely wife Molly and I were old hats as far as parenting is concerned, but there were still certain things that we were not prepared for.

“Firstly, up until then we’d only had boys. There’s nothing quite like the panic of a father taking your daughter out in public for the day and her telling you that she needs to go for a wee. Bill, you have this to look forward to,” he added, looking across to the table where Bill was sitting with Victoire on his lap. “Luckily, Ginny’s always been an independent sort of girl, so she had no problem walking off to go by herself, leaving me to worry about her and feel as if she were already growing up too fast. Not that she knew, of course. She wasn’t worried in the slightest. She was fearless.

“That’s the other thing that I wasn’t prepared for: Ginny herself. Anyone who has met our boys will know that Molly and I have a habit of raising children that are either too clever for their own good, too stubborn for their own good—”

“He means you,” whispered Artemis.

“No, he doesn’t,” Charlie whispered back.

“— or just too much trouble for their own good. Ginevra is all three of those things, and much more. It’s no wonder that she’s managed to achieve so much even at the young age she is now. Every day, she does something else that makes me get that same feeling as I did watching the back of her little head walk off that day, and to make me proud to call myself her father.

“The third and final thing that I was unprepared for when I became Ginny’s father, was just how much love I had for her. It’s the most incredible thing about parenthood: how, even if you’ve gone through the process six times before, you still are overwhelmed by the love you have for your children, and surprised by the fact that you even had that much love in you. It’s a very strange thing; you find that same impossible amount of love over and over and over again.” Arthur paused, and took a deep breath. Charlie wondered for a second if he was about to see his father cry, but then Arthur smiled. “And then, in what must be one of the cruelest tricks of nature, your children get older, and they start finding people that they love more than they love you.”

Next to her husband, Molly Weasley had started dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. Charlie watched as Ron’s fiancée nudged him with her elbow and jerked her head in the direction of their mother, and Ron reached over and patted her on the shoulder, somewhat awkwardly.

“It’s sad, at first,” Charlie’s father continued, “but not for long. Because, if they choose well, you end up digging even deeper into the endless caverns of your heart, and finding love for those people as well, for the simple reason that they love your child just as much as you do, and make them happier than you could ever wish to.

“Which brings us nicely on to Harry. I did say I’d be talking about him, as well. Now, all my children have done very well when it comes to choosing their partners, but Ginny managed to pick Harry out of the crowd at a very young age. I guess they don’t call him the Chosen One for nothing.”

There was a quiet titter of laughter across the room, and Harry Potter closed his eyes behind the round frames of his glasses and looked down at the table. His bride squeezed his forearm gently and whispered something into his ear that no one else could have heard. When she faced forward again, both bride and groom were stifling giggles. Charlie smiled. Ginny really did look happier than he’d ever seen her.

“Now, I’ve already mentioned that Ginny is too stubborn for her own good, much like a few other young people in this room,” said Arthur, with a knowing smile. He looked over in the direction of their table, and added, “Don’t worry, I won’t be naming any names, Charlie.”

The laughter that echoed through the room was louder that time. Artemis flashed him a knowing grin.

“Told you so,” she said. He gently batted her across the back of her head. He obviously hadn’t meant to hurt her, but she winced.

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered, realising that he’d just hit the exact part of her head that had hit the wall not long earlier. Artemis pursed her lips.

“Oh, you will be.”

“Anyway,” Arthur was saying, oblivious to their antics, “our Ginny being the stubborn girl that she is, I knew even then that it was only a matter of time before Harry chose her, too. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for us to accept him as one of our own all those years ago. Molly and I make no secret of the fact that we’ve always loved Harry like yet another son, and I’m so happy that today, we get to officially call him just that.

“I know that I’ve been rambling for some time, and Molly’s going into a state of shock that I’ve managed to talk for this long without even saying the word ‘Muggle’… Oh dear, now I’ve ruined it.” He grinned sheepishly, and for the third time, everyone laughed. “However, I cannot make a speech this afternoon without mentioning that even though today is one of the happiest of my life, there is a certain amount of sadness in this room, too.”

Charlie tensed involuntarily. Of course. It was always going to be a matter of time before someone mentioned the noticeable absence of his brother. He tried to swallow, but his throat had suddenly become too dry even for that.

“I don’t want to dwell on it too much,” his father said, with a sad smile, and eyes glistening with the threat of tears, “but there are so many people who sadly couldn’t be here today, and would have loved to have been.”

Arthur Weasley’s voice caught in his throat, and Charlie looked down at the table. He couldn’t bear to see his father cry. A small hand crept into his field of vision, and took hold of his. Charlie didn’t look up, but he squeezed Artemis’ hand gently, and didn’t let go of it.

“Fabian, Gideon, Albus, Alastor,” Arthur listed. “Frank and Alice, Pandora, Dobby, Cedric, Ted, Sirius, Remus and Dora—”

Charlie looked up now, trying to make eye contact with Artemis, but her eyes were straight ahead, fixed on the little pageboy in the seat opposite her, whose hair had now turned the same shade of red as all the Weasleys’. Her eyes were glazed and her face was blank. She was completely unreadable. Charlie squeezed her hand tighter.

“— and my own dear son, and Ginny’s beloved brother, Fred,” his father’s voice cracked again, but he recovered himself. Charlie’s knuckles were now white. “Last but not least, Harry’s parents, Lily and James, who I know would have been so proud to see what a fine young man they gave this world.

“We as a community and as a family may have lost so many people, but we carry them with us, always. But, like I said, I don’t want to dwell on that. Today is for the living, and I know we’ve done a lot of reminiscing in our speeches today — some of us a little too much reminiscing, maybe.” Arthur looked pointedly at his youngest son. “What I want to do now is look to the future. I can think we can all agree that it’s going to be a very bright one for these two. So, please, raise your glasses to my daughter and her husband.”

Several dozen chairs scraped the floor of the marquee as every single one of the wedding guests rose to their feet. Charlie picked up his champagne glass in his right hand. It felt strange to do so, but he knew that he couldn’t let go of Artemis’ hand to use his left. Not yet. He wasn’t ready. Judging by the fact that Artemis had neglected to pick up her glass at all, neither was she.

“To Harry and Ginny,” said Arthur, raising his glass.

His words echoed around the room, and everyone else lifted their glasses in the air. Charlie nudged Artemis with his elbow, and she seemed to wake up. She let go of his hand, picked up her glass, lifted it up and raised it, whispering the phrase, before hurriedly setting it back down without even drinking from it. Her hand took Charlie’s once more, and she offered him a very small smile, which he returned.

He had half-expected her to walk away as soon as the toast finished, for her default fight or flight response to kick in. But she didn’t. Instead, she stayed where she was: by his side, holding his hand, as if she knew that he just needed her to be there.

#on this wild night #harry potter fanfiction #artemis hexley #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x oc #hphm fic #arthur weasley #ginny weasley #kingsley shacklebolt #weasley family #hinny wedding #charlie weasley smut

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domaslut · 2 years

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His girl.

HOGWARTS MYSTERY.

Prompt: In which you (mc) and Felix Rosier share a passionate night among the bedsheets.

Pairing: Felix Rosier x you.

Warnings: NSFW! & fluff. That’s a small drabble, I know.

You tangled your fingers through his hair, your legs wrapped around his waist as a sinful moan escaped from your swollen, rosy lips. It was never enough, you craved more. The way you pulled him closer to your body, as if you were trying to absorb him, to mingle your bodies just like the water mingled with soluble substances, was such a tender vision.

Felix grunted, his thrusts sloppy as he neared his climax. You shuddered underneath him as your own orgasm engulfed your stomach and he grinned down at you in satisfaction. You were his, you had always been his.

Felix buried his nose onto the crook of your neck and let it travel up its length, until his hot breath fanned your earlobe “Je t’aime” he whispered, leaving wet kisses down your jawline.

Your once flawless skin was sprinkled with bitemarks, as if they were purple stars in a canvas glowing in lust and love, he a painter who loved contemplating his work throughout the day. Perhaps, it was just the primordial instinct of marking what was his.

“I love you too, Felix” you managed to say, right before you melted into his arms. You could not hold on anymore. Your walls squeezed his member, your juices coating it in a soft demeanor and pushing him off of his limits too. He lulled his head back, eyes shut, as he moaned out your name in such a scandalous way that you blushed in embarrassment. He filled you up, his seed spurting into you as he came down from his highs.

His dark-brown hues came into your vision again, as he lazily lifted his lids up to peer down at you. His hair were messy, some strands of his usual slicked-back hair now falling on his forehead. It was a proof of your mischief.

“Woman, what did you do to me?” he purred, collapsing beside you on your oversized bed. His french accent made every single word he said absurdly sappy and alluring.

You sighed, glancing at him briefly, before nestling your head onto his toned chest “You keep asking me that since we were back at Hogwarts, Rosier. – you chimed, admiring the ring on your finger sparkling under the dim moonlight seeping through the window – You married me, I think it’s all on you. You fell in love with me, get over it” you said, earning a chuckle from him.

“Embrasse moi, Y/N” he simply said then and you laughed, lifting yourself up on your elbows to plant a kiss on his chapped lips. He was your husband, your lover, your friend and nothing could have ever broken into your little world.

[I HAD THIS IN MY MIND FOR A WHILE. FELIX ROSIER DESERVES THE WORLD AND, DAMN IT, HE IS SO HOT. JUSTICE FOR HIS THIS HOTTIE].

#felix rosier x reader #felix rosier #slytherin #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mc #harry potter hogwarts mystery #felix rosier x jacob's sibling #hphm #Smut

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hphmmatthewluther · 10 months

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N for Matthew?

Thanks for the ask, Al! (put the keep reading thing in just in case)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

Despite Matthew's general nervousness around most things in life, he's actually quite open to a lot of new experiences when it comes to the bedroom. Having said that, I do think that there are some things he'd never want to do, like Orgasm Denial, because as far as he's concerned that's just mean, and he'd be worried about if his partner was ok being treated like that. Also, while they do partake in some forms of it (especially with cosplay in modern aus), there are some forms of Roleplaying that Matthew wouldn't be into. He'd just honestly prefer to be himself being intimate with his partner, and honestly, who could blame him?

#hphm #smut asks #matthew luther #cw suggestive theme #cw sex mention

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ovidialee · 2 years

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The One: A Druna and Dravidia Crossover Event

@solasnarealtai and @ovidialee reunite for a 4-part series!

4 couples, 3 triangles, 2 fandoms, 1 ferret Malfoy

Your favorite Horsemen are back with an HP/HPHM collaboration!

Launching tomorrow, Thursday 8/18/22 on AO3. Follow on Tumblr here and AO3 at OvidiaLee and wolfofwinterfell for updates, graphics, and a behind-the-scenes Q&A with the authors.

Spot the easter eggs: @nonie-star x Merula Snyde, a very peculiar wedding gift from an old acquaintance of Narcissa’s, and the continuation of Jae X Vi’s stories from A Single Daffodil and Under the Table

#Four Horsemen #Draco Malfoy #luna lovegood #ovidia lee #jae kim #harry potter fanfiction #hphm #druna #noniestar #merula #hogwarts mystery #CrossOver #ao3 #lemons #fluff #angst #Smut

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criminalmindswife · 4 months

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please write something with bondage and sub!spencer reid with fem!reader

Shh, shh, it’s alright.

Fem!reader x sub!spencer reid

18+ !! Smut, tying up/bondage, mentions of edging, overstimulation, tears, breeding?, praise and pet names.

“Color?” I ask as I tie the final knot that was on his ankle. He had a total of 4 knots on him; one on both of his wrists and one on both of his ankles, bounding him to the bed.

“Green- green, please..” He rasped out, tears already filling his brown eyes. His cock was standing tall; the tip an angry red from the edging I’ve been doing for the past hour beforehand.

“Please.. what?” I tease, walking over to him and leaning down; my face inches from his.

“Please.. I-I-I need you, please.. ‘m such a good boy, please..” He cries, pulling at the restrains.

“Only because you asked nicely..” I coo and climb into the bed, swinging my leg over his waist and straddle him. I stroke his cock for a couple seconds and he groans and whines, then I sit up and line him up with my entrance.

“Please!” He cries again, I chuckle, slowly sinking down on him causing a strangled moan to fall past his red plumped lips.

“You fill me up so nicely, don’t you think Spencer?” I hum, slowly circling my hips and painfully moving up and down on him.

He’s already a whimpering and crying mess, whispering, “Thank you- yes, oh my, ah, fuck, so tight-, warm, hphm-“

“Sh sh, I know sweet boy. Let me take care of you, hm?”

“Yes, yes-.. please, please, please!” He rasped out as I started picking up speed, pulling at all of his restraints as he gets closer and closer to the edge of pure bliss. I was surprised he’s already lasted this long since I had edged him for an hour before this even started. Tears run down his pretty red cheeks and onto the pillow below him.

“You gonna cum?” He nods frantically, “Fill me up, Spencer. Fill me with your cum. Make me a mommy, hm?”

My words bring him to the edge as his lips part in a silent moan and his back arches, so many tears streaming down his eyes as his body writhes and squirms.

His eyes snap open and look up at me with basically horror as I don’t stop even after he’s come and starts to writhe on the bed from overstimulation, “N-No more! I-I c-can’t!” He sobs, tears streaming down his face.

“Color?” I ask, slowing down a tad but not stopping.

“G-Green.. green..!” He whimpers.

“Good boy, doing so well, you can do one more for me can’t you?” I say, smiling. He nods frantically, already feeling another orgasm enlighten in his tummy embarrassingly fast.

I resume my past rhythm, leaning down and pressing kisses to his tears, he whimpers. “‘M you’re good boy..?”

“You’re my good boy, my bestest boy, doing so well for me, always do so well,” I coo.

He writhes on the bed and pulls at the restraint even harder now, mentally reminding myself to apply extra care to his ankles and wrist after this.

“Cum for me baby, fill me up, make me feel so full pretty boy, my sweet boy.”

He pulls his restraints like he’s being possessed, face scrunched up in pure bliss and tears run down his face as he lets out a—borderline—pornographic scream like moan and his limbs twisting as more hot seed spills into me that I don’t think are going to leave. I slow to a stop and get off, standing on shaky legs as I undo all of the restraints.

He’s just laying there with a small content smile on his face, staring at the ceiling. “I have to use the bathroom I’ll be right back, sweet boy.” He hums.

After quickly using the bathroom and cleaning myself up, I walk back into the bedroom and clean him up, applying cream to all of the red and blistering marks from the restraints. I climb into bed and he immediately clings to me, “T-thank you.. so nice.. so good..” he murmurs lazily, burying his face into the crook of my neck and blabbing nonsense.

I’ve known Spencer for years and know he always has a sentence planned out in his head before he ever says it, so now, him just blabbering nonsense makes me giggle and hold him closer.

“Sleep, sweet boy, I’ll be right here.” I coo in slight amusement and place a kiss to his temple.

He obviously doesn’t have to be told twice as he’s out like a light, so much for insomnia.

#criminal minds spencer reid #mgg #mgg fanfiction #mgg imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x reader #sub spencer reid #criminal minds smut

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late-to-the-fandom · 6 months

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Get to know the fanfic writer!

Thank you to the wonderful @fluffleforce-mysdrym for the tag (learn about her here).

Tagging: @velvethopewrites @27fanficlilies @omnissian-scribe @frozen-fountain @mysticstarlightduck @darknightfrombeyond @malicious-compliance-esq

When did you post your first-ever fanfic?

2019 – it took a very long time (20 something years) to work up the confidence to complete something and post it

First Character(s) you wrote?

I started very on-brand, writing for a C list character in the HPHM mobile game AND after his extremely brief and small surge of popularity. So needless to say it was a nonexistent fandom.

Main Character(s) you're currently writing?

Oh, Prince Renathal and I are still hanging out daily.

Character(s) you haven't written about before but plan to soon?

Not sure I have one of those. I have no plans after I finish my current series except maybe to finish the AU I hiatused.

Fandom(s) you're currently writing?

World of Warcraft (but only B list characters from the least popular expansion to date because that’s just who I am)

Platonic Pairing(s) you're currently writing?

I suppose Renathal/Theotar, Renathal/Draven both show up in Wend in the Shadows. I wanted to stress Renathal’s desire for, but ultimate inability to cultivate, truly intimate friendships because of his political position (and also his dad being a dick).

Romantic Pairing(s) you're currently writing?

Mainly Renathal/the Maw Walker (Elisewin), although the more I float little bits of the Accuser/Curator’s story the more I wonder about writing something short just for them. I ship them super hard on the sidelines.

Your top AO3 tags?

Probably Smut, Explicit Smut, and Sorry, no smut

Current platform you use for posting?

Ao3 and Tumblr

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

Well, I recently had a bug to finish the next chapter of Shadow UNIverse which had been hiatused since spring. I’m halfway done with the second to last chapter, which is exciting. Hoping I can finish it soon and not burn out again. I've included a little snippet under the cut.

"Shall I confess something?"

"Yes, please."

"I have wanted to do this for some time."

"Really?” The Maw Walker craned her neck gingerly to the right, attempting to catch Renathal's eye with her good one. “Help me wash my hair while keeping my casts out of water? That's a very specific fantasy."

Renathal’s reply was to reach around and daub soapy shampoo lather bubbles to the end of the Maw Walker’s nose, upsetting the careful decorum she had maintained throughout the undignified bathing ritual as well as her precarious balance on the edge of his claw foot tub. But she was laughing as she slipped and he was laughing as he caught her, and it was several mirth-filled minutes and inelegant contortions before both were back in position.

"The fantasy,” he explained around the dregs of amusement as he resumed scrubbing the top of the Maw Walker's head, “was to have you in my bath. I admit, this was not precisely what I pictured."

"Oh, I see." She cocked her head to the side again and Renathal could see the hint of a smile play around her puffy, bruised lips. "How did you picture it?"

“Hmm…”

He made a thoughtful sort of noise and scrubbed in silence for several seconds, as if only now considering the details of a fantasy he'd had ready and waiting for weeks.

"Well, there would certainly have been wine,” he said at last - the Maw Walker hummed her approval. "And candles perhaps. Bath salts. Bubbles."

She wiped a bit of lingering lather from the side of her nose.

"We do have those."

Renathal chuckled but otherwise ignored this interjection as he finished, “And we would both of us have actually been in the bath. And with all our limbs safely intact."

“Ah, I see,” the Maw Walker repeated, though this time the smile in it was shaky. Renathal could feel the tension settle stiffly in her shoulders as he worked shampoo through the ends of her hair “That does sound lovely. I am… sorry to disappoint.”

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Hiiii✌️✌️❤️❤️

Can i request for a dom Hutao x sub reader smut, where Hutao fingers and fucks the reader by using her pyro vision to make the reader's heat even worse?

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sorry that it took me so long to anwser the request,i tried my best to write the reader as gender neutural but end up failing so i made the reader afab,i hope you like it!

hu tao x sub !afab reader

A/n:im not responsible what people read

warnings:fingering,use of vision,teasing,orgasm denial,!afab reader,smut,!dom hu tao

her fingers deep into your hole as she finger fucke you at a merciless speed

''ngh~hu tao~'' you whined

''come on! we are not near done yet~'' she laughed teasingly at your reaction

''how about we ''spice'' things up this time?'' giggling she stopped her pace of her fingers momentarily

you can feel your heart skipping a bit at her words,with hu tao you never knew what trick she would have this time,she was truly unpredictable

You see her placing her hand at your lower abdomen you felt a warm sensation coming from her hand,resuming her pace of her fingers adding to the pleasure

''A-ah~'' you moaned unable to control yourself as your body started to shake.

''thats what i like to hear~,who knew visions had other purposes too~'' she cooed at your reaction

Your body started to shake as you feel yourself closer and closer to yur climax,with hu tao's brutal pace never stopping,but as you are about to finish she quickly removes her fingers from your cunt

''hphm~'' you complained at your denied orgasm

''Do you really think i will let you finish this quickly~'' she said with a sassy tone

You see her move changing her position,moving her right leg over yours while she places her left one under your right one,she slowly removed her hand that she previously placed on on your lower abdomen now touching your clit with her fingers as you feel the familiar warm feeling come back

''Are you ready to continue love~'' she asked waiting for your answer

Giving her a quick nods hu tao started to rub her pussy with yours,as she gradualy picked up her speed

The only thing you coud do is moan as your mind went blank from the overwhelmng pleasure you started to feel

''ngh~ah~ d-dont stop i-im close~'' you begged her

''as you wish my love~'' she giggled at your reaction

the warmth of her vision on your clit combined with her wet pussy on yours send you over the edge as hu tao fucked you through your orgasm,throwing your head back as you are feeling your whole body jolt from being overwhelmed

Getting off of you, hu tao laid next to you holding your hands as both of you catch your breaths

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin smut #hu tao genshin impact #hu tao x you #hutao x reader #hutao x !afabreader #hu tao smut

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Always on time - Chapter 12

Pairing: Jooheon x female OC

Genre: childhood friends to enemies, enemies to friends, friends to lovers, smut (later chapters), fluff, angst, slow burn, idol AU!

Warning: mentions of mental health issues, mentions of workaholic disorder, curse words

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Chapter 12

On Saturday, Jooheon woke up with a headache. He didn’t remember how he got to the dorm the night before, but there he was, lying on his bed wanting to kill whoever was making noise in the living room. Jooheon tried to ignore the sound of pots clashing and the video game that someone was playing without headphones, but after five minutes, he jumped out of bed and left his room.

As expected, Kihyun was the one who had the concert in the kitchen and I.M. was killing aliens on a Saturday in Hyungwon’s room. There is a reason why headsets exist, dear maknae, Jooheon thought as he walked into the living room.

"But look who woke up!" Kihyun shouted when he saw Jooheon. "Good morning, sleeping beauty. Five more minutes and I would have thought that you fell into a drunken coma. You should take it slow, Jooheon-ah, Wonho almost fell trying to climb up the stars to the apartment with you on his back".

"Hphm... Whatever you say, hyung," Jooheon said. "Do you have to make noise so early?"

"Early? It’s almost four in the afternoon, Jooheon-ah," Kihyun reprimanded.

"Yeah, well... how are you so awake? We all came late yesterday".

"Well, I’m a normal person and I came to sleep after the auction. You went with Wonho to God knows where and came back looking like shit".

"Jeez, thank you, hyung" Jooheon claimed as he lay on the couch in the living room. "You always so..."

Jooheon stopped talking the second the images of the night before began to resurface in his memory. The images, and the words: he remembered the conversation with Julie, he remembered what he said, and he remembered the face she made him right after: a mixture of anger, fear, disbelief, and...

No, no, no, I couldn’t have been such an idiot, Jooheon thought. There’s no way I was stupid enough to tell her that in that context, I didn’t... SON OF A BITCH, OF COURSE I WAS AN IDIOT, FUCK, SHIT, I SHIT ON EVERYTHING.... I HAVE TO FIX IT... I HAVE TO FIX IT NOW...

Jooheon tried to stand up, but he did it too fast and everything started to spin. He tried to take a step, but he lost his balance and...

"Whooa, watch out, Jooheon-ah," Wonho said behind him. "Are you alright?"

"Hyung, what are you doing here?" Jooheon asked sitting down again.

"I was nearby," Wonho said. "I was seeing places to record my next MV and decided to check on you after yesterday. I haven’t seen you drink so much in a while".

"Ahhh, yes, yesterday... Hyung... what happened yesterday?"

"Well... you tell me, Jooheon-ah," Wonho replied. "At the end of the auction, you went to say goodbye to Julie-ssi and when you came back you just got in the car and drove to Kevin-hyung’s bar".

"Did you come with me?"

"Someone had to," Wonho continued. "You didn’t look like yourself, but I’ve never seen you like that. Tell me, did something happen with Julie-ssi?"

I guess I didn’t say anything stupid while drunk, Jooheon thought. And I guess none of them heard the conversation or talked to Jules after, otherwise they’d be all over me with questions... Well, I just have to worry about Jules and how I’m gonna fucking...

"LET’S EAT!" Kihyun shouted.

Jooheon felt as if someone pierced his head with a drill, but he said nothing and just got up to go eat what Kihyun had prepared. Maybe once after eating and after the headache had passed, he could think more clearly about how he was going to make Julie talk to him again.

"Ah, Jooheon-ah, by the way, have you spoken to anyone at the company lately?" Wonho asked.

"Not since I was sent to therapy," Jooheon replied. "Why?"

"Nothing, specifically. I was just hoping you could help me with something..."

"Tell me, hyung. What do you need?"

On Saturday Julie got up early. The night before she had been exhausted in different ways, but she kept rolling in bed, so at 7 a.m. she got up, had breakfast, and started cleaning her apartment.

In the last few weeks, she had spent little time at home, so everything was a mess and Julie had had no time at all. Five hours later, the afternoon sun was shining outside, and the apartment floors were shining inside. Exhausted, Julianne threw herself on the sofa in the living room and as she did so, she felt that she was colliding with something behind the furniture. She got up to check and found the box her mother had brought her weeks ago with her things. Julie had put the box behind the couch thinking she would deal with it later. Apparently, that later was today.

Without giving much thought to the matter, Julie opened the box and began to check what was inside. Right at the top were her medals: 2 for swimming, 1 for soccer, 1 for volleyball, and... many for kickboxing. Under the medals were photo albums of her in her high school years and her early college years. There were pictures of Julie with her parents, with Areum, with Kang-Dae... and with Jooheon. Jooheon was in more than half of Julie’s photos from her school years and Julie couldn’t help the bittersweet flavor that those memories produced, especially after the conversation the night before.

Julianne was still processing Jooheon’s words. Who did he think he was to judge her relationship? To judge her! And what was nonsense he babbled about showing her anything? He was definitely out of place, completely lost in life and totally an idiot, thought Julie as she closed the photo album and tried to calm down. She was really angry, frustrated, and disappointed, not only because of what Jooheon told her, but because she was sincerely happy with their interactions over the past few weeks. It almost felt like she got an old friend back... Ahhhh, but he had to come and shit on everything.

Just then, Julie reached the bottom of the box and saw her old kickboxing gloves. There were three pairs and all three were just as worn and slightly broken. The time and dust had not been very affectionate with them, but Julie tried them on anyway and they fit perfectly. At that point, she had an idea. An impulse, rather. She went over her phone and dialed her number without thinking twice. Today she needed to burn off anger.

An hour and a half later, Julie was arriving at Liv and I.M.’s apartment. The dancer waited for her in front of the building with a gym bag and a smile from ear to ear. I.M. was also there and both greeted Julie when she stopped in front of them for Liv to get into the car.

"Have fun, girls" said I.M. "In case you need me, I’m with the boys".

"Okay, Kyun," Liv replied. "Oh, what about Jooheon? Is he still alive?"

"Kihyun texted to me recently and apparently he’s still asleep," I.M. answered.

"God... he’s an idiot for drinking like that," Liv said, rolling her eyes. "But anyway, that’s not my problem today, is it, Julie?"

"Haha... yeah, right," Julie said a little awkward. Jooheon’s name made her tense up for a minute, but she tried to relax and concentrate on the plans she had with Liv. "Well, we’re leaving. And don’t worry, I’ll bring her back in one piece," Julie assured I.M. before saying goodbye.

"You took me by surprise, Julie," Liv said. "But it’s a good surprise, don’t think otherwise. And you saved me from spending another Saturday afternoon listening to Kihyun tell Hyungwon to take his meds for his allergies and watch Shownu sleep and eat like there’s no tomorrow".

"Hahahaha, well, I’m glad you were free," Julie said. "Did you bring what I told you?"

"Sports shoes, spare stockings, two cloths, a jump rope, a bottle of water, and a snack" Liv said. "Everything is here".

"Great!”

"And... what exactly are we going to do?" Liv asked.

"Well, I called my old coach. Some time ago I heard that he had opened a box in Seoul, so I asked him if he had a day off to give us a private introductory session and he told me that today in the afternoon he had space, so I called you," explained Julie. "Today we are going to learn only the basics. You are a beginner, and I am out of practice, so we are not going to do anything very complex. They’re probably going to be conditioning, balance, and coordination exercises. I imagine you’re used to that, but you’ll find it’s a little different".

"Okay, okay, I get it. It sounds like one of those sessions that seem harmless, but they leave you on the floor for a week".

"HAHAHAHAHA, something like that, yes. Good thing tomorrow is Sunday..."

Five minutes later, Julianne and Olivia were arriving at Julie’s coach’s box. The place was huge, had different rooms for different types of exercises and the equipment looked in perfect condition.

"Julie-ah!" a voice shouted. "Good to see you!"

Julie didn’t see Mr. Park coming and when she realized where he was, she was being hugged by a mole of pure muscle.

"I’m glad to see you too, coach," Julie replied.

"You don’t know how happy I was to get your call. And you must be Julie’s friend".

"My name is Olivia, but you can call me Liv".

"It’s a pleasure, Liv. I’m Park Seo-ho. Well, let’s not waste any more time, ready to train, girls?"

"Ready!" answered both at the same time.

"Well, that’s how I like it," the coach said with a slap. "Now let’s see how’s my former student’s condition".

*****

About an hour later...

"Well, it wasn’t so bad, girls," the coach told them when the bell rang for the last series of exercises. "Drink some water and I’ll be right back to do the final stretches".

Both Julie and Liv were lying on the floor unable to make any sound, much less move, so the only answer he got from the trainer was dead animal sounds coming from the girls.

"Julie... tell me" Liv started, "this is always... so... so…"

"Well... honestly... I don’t remember... this being so... wild.... But it may be because we are old, Liv"

"Pfff, speak for yourself," Liv answered standing up, "I’m as fresh as a 15-year-old girl".

"Sure, a 15-year-old girl who brings Omega 3 capsules and vitamin A in her purse," Julie teased her.

"Don’t you think I didn’t see the muscle relaxants and memory pills in your car".

"Yeah, but I never said I’m like a teenager," Julie laughed as she accepted the hand Liv offered her to get up. "I accept my years".

"Well, Grandma, I hope you don’t feel too bad today. I plan to come back, and it would be great if we came together".

"Yes, it was good to get back to training..." Julie replied.

"How about we make this our Saturday afternoon girl’s date?" Liv proposed. "We can come to practice and then we’ll go to lunch or shopping or watch a movie... If I’m honest, I need female company. If I keep dating guys alone, my estrogen levels are going to drop drastically".

" HAHAHAHAHA, I think it’s a great idea," Julie replied. "I’m going to tell Areum, a friend of mine, to see if she’ll join us, is it okay? I think you guys would get along".

"Sure! No problem".

"All right, girls! Are you ready?" the coach shouted from across the gym.

Julie and Liv just sighed and went to finish the last 10 minutes of the torture.

The following Wednesday Julie returned to the office. On Saturday, after training, Julie did something she hadn’t done in a long time: she asked for a vacation. She e-mailed her boss and asked for the whole week off, she thought she’d sleep in her apartment all day... But Wednesday morning, Director Kim called her, apologizing and saying that he needed her to come to the office in the afternoon for a meeting on a new project. Originally the meeting was to take place a few weeks later, but the client had a busy schedule and needed to reschedule unexpectedly.

Although she was on vacation, Julie agreed to go, mostly because she was bored in her apartment. Areum was drowning in work and Liv had canceled their afternoon coffee date because they had offered her to choreograph a group of rookies who were going to debut soon, so Julie had nothing to do and no one to talk to.

Julie arrived at the office at 1:30. The meeting was at 2:00, but she always liked to get there early to prepare. And more on that occasion when she didn’t even know the client. What she didn’t expect was to meet a familiar face:

"There you are," Areum greeted her as she entered the meeting room. "I knew you’d be here earlier than the rest, so I came to tidy up and say hi so you wouldn’t have a heart attack when you saw me... and before you say anything... calm down, okay? Everything is going to be fine".

"I don’t understand" was what Julie said. "Weren’t you working a lot on a new project?"

"That’s right... this is my new project and you’re in it".

"Right... of course..."

"Remember a few weeks ago I had to put together a list of specialists for my boss?" said Areum as they sat on the chairs at the meeting table. "Well, the specialists I had to gather were conceptual artists who could participate in the creation of a concept for the next comeback of the artist we are working with. My team wanted to use graphic designers or special effects artists, but I proposed that someone with a slightly more traditional background and experience could be a good choice... and I obviously put your name on the list. My boss came the first week of the Minhyuk-ssi exhibition to see your work and loved it, so he told me to make you an offer".

"I see, and when exactly were you planning to make me the offer?" Julie asked.

"Well, right now... what do you think? Are you in?"

"Areum-ah" sighed Julie, "I appreciate you taking me into account, but I’m not a conceptual artist. Putting together a concept for an industry artist entails processes I can’t even imagine... and it’s not like I can stop coming to the gallery just to..."

"I took care of that," Areum interrupted. "I spoke with Director Kim and this project is going to be a joint effort between our design company and the gallery. We have been negotiating options in the last few weeks and I think he has plans to expand the service offering of this place, so he agreed".

"And in all these weeks of negotiations did it not occur to you to ask me if I was comfortable with the idea?" Julie asked in a cutting tone. It really bothered her that Areum had taken the liberty of talking to her boss and proposing her name to take on a responsibility she was not aware of. "Did it ever occur to you that I might refuse?"

"Of course I thought about it, and I wanted to tell you sooner... I just didn’t find the time to tell you and..."

"That’s no excuse to just decide for me," interrupted Julie tired and upset.

"Actually, that was partly my fault, and I apologize Julie-ssi" Julie and Areum turned towards the direction of the voice and saw Wonho standing in the doorway. "Areum-ssi could not tell you anything before because my company and I did not reach an agreement until this past weekend, and everything has been a bit chaotic these days. There was nothing confirmed, and they had a confidentiality agreement to respect, so the mistake was actually mine".

"Wonho-ssi" said Julie standing. "We didn’t hear you coming in".

"No problem, I hope I didn’t scare you," Wonho replied. "And for what it’s worth, not only was Areum-ssi’s boss impressed with your work but so was I. That’s why when I saw your name on the list, I asked to work with you. I understand that you do not have time or that this project is out of your comfort zone, but I ask you to at least listen to the proposal and the ideas that we have so far. After the meeting, you can decide whether to participate or not. I will understand any decision you make".

Julie had only spoken briefly with Wonho on the day of the inauguration, but from what she could tell, he was a good person. Also, although Julie would deny it if anyone asked her, she knew a little bit about Wonho’s story with the group, and she had also seen what Wonho had accomplished as a soloist.

I’m in trouble, Julianne thought. A part of her wanted to be rational and say "no thanks" to the opportunity they were presenting her, and she had plenty of arguments to do so: she had a good job she liked, she felt calm and satisfied with her career, she wanted to rest a little after the marathon that had been the last months. But there was another part of her that screamed that this was her chance to fulfill the ambitions she had had years ago: while she loved being an art curator, Julie had dreamed of being the artist. Her mother still kept the thousands of sketchbooks she had filled as a child and in her spare time Julie liked to draw... she never went beyond that, but this could be an opportunity to show her ideas.

"Okay," Julie said. "I’m still upset that I’m the last person to hear about this, but I’ll listen to you".

"What a relief," Wonho said.

"You won’t regret it," Areum whispered in her ear just as Director Kim, Wonho’s company manager, and Areum’s boss entered the room. The meeting was starting.

*****

"Hyung, are you leaving?" asked I.M. when he saw Jooheon leave his room.

"Yes, see you later," Jooheon answered as he walked out the door.

Jooheon’s mood had been terrible the last few days. He wasn’t in a bad mood, but he was kind of lost, upset with everything and nothing at the same time. None of them knew what was going on and they had chosen to wait for the rapper to be more receptive.

The truth was that Jooheon was upset with himself. He was worried about the consequences his big mouth could have on his relationship with Julie and he had been thinking hard about how to apologize to her. He had even planned to go to the gallery to talk to her, but on Monday Rei told him that Julie was out of the office and that she would not return until next week.

That was good and bad: good because it gave time for the situation to cool down and both he and Julie could speak more clearly, bad because Jooheon’s anxiety increased each day alongside the feeling of guilt. Although he wasn’t quite sure what he felt guilty about; meaning, yes, he was a brute for saying what he said in the way he said it, but nothing was a lie... Now, what Jooheon didn’t understand was why the situation bothered him so much. True, Julie had been his friend, and he was very fond of her, but his blood boiled every time... Okay, okay, let’s calm down, Jooheon thought.

That day he had a session with Dr. Choi, and he also had a very important question to ask her. He had to concentrate, so he took a deep breath as he walked into the center and greeted everyone on the way to his psychologist’s office.

"Jooheon-ssi, good to see you, come in," Dr. Choi said when Jooheon opened the door.

"Thank you," Jooheon said as he walked in and sat on the couch.

"Well, tell me, how have you been?"

"Doc, I have a question," Jooheon said, interrupting the doctor.

"Oh, sure... go ahead".

"You said I’ve made progress," Jooheon began, "and, well, the point of all this is that, making progress, isn’t it? So... When can I go back to the studio?".

The doctor was silent for a few minutes thinking about how to respond. In fact, she had been waiting for this question for some time and was surprised that Jooheon had not asked it before. It was strange, but also very revealing that the rapper took his time to ask when he could get back what he considered the center of his life.

"What is the reason for this question?" the doctor asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Well... I mean, shouldn’t you ask your company instead?"

"They’re going to ask you, so why ask them if you can tell me directly?" Jooheon argued.

"Are you in such a hurry to get back to the studio?"

"Well... yes"

"In that case, why didn’t you ask me this question before?" she continued.

"I... I’m not sure, but that really doesn’t matter..."

Again, silence. The doctor was thinking about how to respond. While it is true that sometimes in therapy you can follow schedules to treat a patient for a certain time, that was not the methodology she was following with Jooheon, so she could not give him an estimated time. However, the psychologist had thought about this for a while, as at the time the therapy was taking place in an almost controlled environment, as Jooheon had controlled access to equipment and resources... That, plus the fact that Jooheon thought he had everything under control made the doctor’s job more difficult. Maybe if she saw Jooheon working, she would get a better idea of how to help him.

"Well, why do you want to produce music again?" Dr. Choi asked.

"Because it’s my job," Jooheon replied immediately.

"Is that all?" she continued. "You’re still young, you could change jobs. And if I’m honest, this is the first time anyone’s ever told me they want to do anything again just because it’s their job, it’s interesting..."

"I like my job," Jooheon said. "Maybe those other people you say didn’t like their job, but I do".

"Sure, sure," the doctor conceded. "And what else do you like?"

"We’re straying, aren’t we?" Jooheon replied. "If this is your way of telling me I can’t go back to work yet, I’d rather you tell me directly".

"Part of my job is not to say everything directly, Jooheon-ssi" the doctor replied. "This is a process, and processes require patience. Now, I wasn’t saying no, I just wanted to know if there was anything else you liked besides your job. Some hobby, a sport, a place you like to visit..."

"If I told you all that, can you tell me when I can go back to the studio?" insisted Jooheon, to which Doctor Choi only laughed softly and did not say anything, so eventually, the rapper relented. "Well... I like to exercise, sometimes I go to the gym, or I also train in the dorm. I like to cook, go for a walk, take pictures... lately I like art, partly because of Minhyuk-hyung and his exhibition..."

"And have you done any of that in the last few weeks? You told me that you helped Minhyuk-ssi set up the exhibit, how did that go?" asked Dr. Choi. "I went to see hiter a few days after the inauguration and I liked the tour very much".

"It was good, I think," Jooheon began. "I mean, I liked helping Minhyuk hyung do something he wanted to do for a long time, and I could also get to know him better through his paintings. It was different but good".

"What did you like best?"

"Well... I think the selection part of the art and definition of the concept" Jooheon said. "It’s a lot like composing, you know? You have all these pieces that can fit together in different ways, but the idea is to make them fit in the way that resonates most in the audience or that better conveys a message... just like the melodies and lyrics of the songs. Of course, Jules took care of almost everything, but the job itself reminded me of when I was starting".

"Jules? Someone you know?" the doctor asked.

"Ah... yes, Jules... we were friends from elementary school to high school just until before my debut" explained Jooheon. "She was the curator in charge of the project".

"Oh, I see. And you hadn’t seen each other since your debut with the group?"

"Ehhh, no... I debuted; she went to college... you know".

"Right," the doctor conceded, noting Jooheon’s discomfort in talking about his friend, so she decided to let the subject go and channel the conversation elsewhere. "Jooheon-ssi, let me ask you the question again, okay? But this time, think about your answer for a few seconds. Why do you want to produce music again? What’s the point?"

Jooheon thought about it for a moment. Music was his job, but it wasn’t just before, it was his dream. Before being a trainee, everything was new and great, then when he began to train the desire to improve and get to debut made him forget everything else and helped him to overcome the most difficult moments. When the debut was a reality, the music almost seemed unreal: the days and hours passed between commitments, photography sessions, recordings in the studio, rehearsals with the group... there wasn’t much time to think. Now, music was his job, it had been for years, but was it just that?

"When I’m in the studio," the rapper said, "I’m free. I decide, I write and compose... then I work with the team to improve the initial idea, but at first, I have no limits".

"But at the same time, you have them, don’t you?" the doctor asked. "I mean, your company has standards and conceptual lines to follow. Not to mention, as an idol, you can’t say everything you think exactly the way you think it".

"In my studio, I can say what I want," Jooheon said. "And yes, we have certain rules to follow, but I have learned to play with them... that makes it more interesting".

"Sure, I imagine," the doctor conceded. "Well, why do you ask me this now and not before?"

"There’s a project I want to work on".

"Yours? For your group?"

"Something like that..." Jooheon said. "A friend is going to do a comeback next month and wants to use a song we wrote together a long time ago. It’s not finished, and the lyrics and melody still need to be improved, so we have to work on it. I can do a lot outside of a studio, but it is way more efficient to work with the rest of the team and the tools, and the equipment…"

"I see. And what else would you work on?" the doctor asked. "I mean, would you just work on that song, or would you help him with the entire album...? Tell me a little more about this project".

"Well, Wonho is in charge of the project," Jooheon explained. "He has very specific ideas in mind and is putting together a production and management team to work together. My participation would be mostly in the musical production part, but Wonho also wants the production team to have an input in the construction of the concept, so it would be something more... wholesome?"

"And that interests you? I mean to get out of what you know and do something beyond producing music".

"I want to work with Wonho on this song, and if that means getting out of my comfort zone, that’s fine," Jooheon replied.

"Well... let me propose you something, Jooheon-ssi," said Dr. Choi. "I talk to your company so you can officially participate in this project, but you have to agree to certain conditions. First, you’re going to have at least one day off a week, and by “off” I mean you’re not going to do anything that is directly or indirectly related to the project in any way. Second, at least twice a week, you’re going to do something on this project that has nothing to do with music. Third, we’re going to keep meeting once a week and, in each session, you’re going to bring me a notebook page handwritten on both sides. You can write anything you want, it doesn’t have to make sense or have an order, but it has to be complete on both sides, no more and no less. If you agree, I will talk to your company and I will also inform them of these conditions so that they are aware. So, what do you say? You in?"

“I’m in”.

Again, Saturday arrived, and Julie was getting her things ready to go to train with Liv later. The week before she ended up almost dead, but after a week of vacation, she was ready to return to her routine and had decided to make kickboxing part of that routine... at least for now.

In any case, she didn’t know if she would be able to continue training. After Wednesday’s meeting and a lot of thought, she decided to accept Wonho’s project, so the next month was going to be full of work, especially since Julie was going to have to learn a lot of things from the industry she didn’t know.

As she searched for her shoes, she glanced over the photo albums that were in the box her mother had brought her with her things. She picked up the albums to put them on her bookshelf, but a couple of photos fell out and when Julie picked them up she realized that the three loose photos were of her and Jooheon. The photos were taken by Areum when they were about fifteen years old...

"Yah, Jules, talk to me, will you?" Jooheon demanded. "You can’t still be upset about what I told you..."

"Your head is full of air, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know, so what?"

"AIIISHHHH, you’re impossible," Julianne said as she turned to leave.

"Okay, okay, I’m sorry," Jooheon said stopping her. "Bad joke, I admit... are you really still mad?"

"Let’s see, first you got mad at me because I had a date and I couldn’t go to your place and try the ‘whatever-is-called-salsa’ that you think you invented, and then you basically called me an idiot for dating Erik, and then you arrived at the park where we were meeting, OUT OF NOWHERE, and you started talking to Erik, which made him completely ignore me, and then..."

"If he ignored you, it’s because he’s an idiot" Jooheon cut her off. "Do you think I would let you go out with any kremlin-like-face that asked you out? I’ve seen how he treats girls, and you deserve more than that mediocre wanna-be of a Romeo".

"It took me three hours to get ready".

"And you looked beautiful... but that only reinforces my point," continued Jooheon. "If he was able to ignore you looking like that, he’s an asshole".

Neither of them said anything. They didn’t know what else to say. They were friends, nothing more, but that moment felt different and...

"Arg, kiss already, would you?" Areum said while still holding the camera.

"YAH!" Jooheon and Julie shouted in unison...

I guess it’s not the first time Jooheon puts his nose in my relationships, Julie thought while putting the photos back in the album. The memory of her school years with Jooheon made her laugh and that surprised her. Maybe she was already tired of being angry, maybe she had really missed Jooheon and maybe that was his way of telling her that he still cared about her... a very idiotic way, but it was a take it or leave it situation.

The truth was that Julie didn’t want to resent Jooheon again. The last few days working with him had been fun and yes, he had crossed the line by saying what he said about her and Kang Dae, but clearly, it was not the first time and there was no point in getting angry about something that was not going to change. So, Julie decided to just forget about it and if she saw Jooheon again, which was unlikely, she would act as if nothing had happened...

Anyway, Julie didn’t have much time to think about it. Her cell phone started ringing: it was Liv, she was already waiting for her in front of her building to go training.

****

"All right, ladies!" shouted the coach. "That’s it for today".

"Mphfmpghhhhh" was the only thing the two girls managed to say after the session that Saturday.

Both were quietly lying on the floor while the coach went to meet other customers. They barely had the energy to lift the water bottle, they could barely speak, let alone move.

After 10 minutes, they regained their breath and managed to stand up to go to the showers.

"Please tell me it gets easier," Liv asked.

"I don’t know if it gets any easier, but when you start training combinations it gets more fun," Jules replied.

"Jeez, at least we have a week to recover," Liv continued. "How did you train like this every day?"

"I was young... and a masochist, apparently," Julie replied. "But I think with a couple more sessions..."

"Julie?" asked a voice behind the girls.

Julianne froze. It was definitely the last voice she expected to hear that day, especially since they hadn’t spoken since... well, since...

"Oppa?" Julianne asked back. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing".

Julie and Kang Dae were silent until Liv couldn’t take it anymore and...

"Hi, I’m Olivia" she greeted. "And you must be Julie’s boyfriend".

"Oh, yes, I’m Kang Dae, it’s a pleasure," he replied. "I see you brought Julie to a very interesting place..."

"Ehhh, yeah, well..."

"Hey, Julie! You forgot your gloves," Coach Park interrupted. "You shouldn’t be so careless, with this pair you won the last competition, remember?"

"Oh, yes, coach, thank you very much".

"Well, I’ll leave you both, the boys are waiting for me" said Mr. Park. "Until next week girls".

Again... silence. Kang Dae didn’t know what was that about "the last competition" and that phrase stuck in his head, while Julianne was looking for something to say. She didn’t want to go into details, but Kang Dae clearly wanted explanations. All this was so uncomfortable that Liv had to intervene once again:

"Well, Kang Dae, if you’ll excuse us, we’re dead and we stink. We were on our way to the toilets, so you think..."

"Oh, yes, of course," he replied. "Go ahead, I’ll wait here".

The two friends grabbed their bags and went into the bathroom. None of them said anything, but Liv could sense the nervousness in Julie’s movements. While she didn’t know the full story, it wasn’t hard to guess that Kang Dae knew nothing about Julie’s past and kickboxing, which was strange considering it had been so important to her. Also, it was clear that if Julie had not told her anything, it hadn’t been by accident: she had not wanted Kang Dae to know.

Liv had already detected that Julie and Kang Dae’s relationship was a little different from hers with I.M. Not that it was a bad thing, but she did notice that between Julie and her boyfriend there was a little distance, although when Julie talked about him, she never did it with bad intentions. Although she had not gone into details, she had told her that Kang Dae had been with her in her most difficult moments in college, he also supported her when she decided to change her professional path a bit and was the one who believed in her the most when she started as an art curator at the gallery. She had also told her that because of work Kang Dae had been under a lot of pressure for a little over a year, but that would soon pass.

"Whatever it is," Liv said before getting in the shower, "you’re not alone, Julie".

"Ah?" Julianne replied without understanding since her head was in the clouds.

"Nothing, just... if you want to jump out the window, I’ll jump with you, okay?"

Julie couldn’t stand the laugh. She had no idea where Liv’s idea was coming from, but she thanked her quietly for trying to cheer her up and not ask her questions.

After the bath, the two girls went out to meet Kang Dae... and Julie’s Saturday got even more interesting.

"Kyun? What are you doing here?" Liv asked I.M. as she approached to greet him. The boy was standing at the entrance of the box with Kang Dae and… someone else. "I thought you were going out with the boys".

"Yeah, well, that was the plan," answered I.M. putting an arm around his girlfriend’s waist, "but they all had something to do, except for Jooheon-hyung, so I convinced him to leave the house and we came to invite you to eat with us, right, hyung?"

"Right," Jooheon replied in a low tone.

If the atmosphere was tense before with Julie and Kang Dae, now it was much worse.

When Jooheon entered the gym and saw Kang Dae standing there, his back tightened. Kang Dae did not like to see the rapper either, but he put on a politically correct smile and greeted the two rappers. The girls came out just after Kang Dae and I.M. had introduced themselves and now no one knew where to look.

"Julie and I are starving," Liv replied as she separated from I.M. and ran to Julie’s side. "And while we’d love to join you, we agreed that Saturdays were girls' afternoons, so I’m sorry for the three of you, but you’ll have to excuse us... I’m sorry you drove all this way for nothing, Kyun, and it was nice to meet you Kang Dae-ssi... see you later, Kyun".

And without saying more, Olivia pushed Julie through the gym door and guide her to her car. Once they were both seated, Julie was able to breathe again.

"Thank you, Liv".

"Nah, it was nothing," the dancer said as she put on her belt. "Well, what do you want? Pizza, fried chicken, Chinese food, ice cream... alcohol...?"

"All of the above?"

"All of the above".

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Introduction

Hey, my name is Oli, I have written before but nothing too great and also no fanfiction, but I am going to try. Fair warning, my spelling is awful, sometimes auto correct can’t even save it.

Stuff I will/will not write

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W/W

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(I will not write M/M or M/NB as I am not a man and do not feel comfortable writing from those perspectives)

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Fandoms I am in (May change)

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Harry Potter (HPHM)

Harry Potter (Mauraders Era)

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Waaa, yes ur right bc puppys shouldnt need to think hehe 🤭

Weee happy your wrist is getting better again

I still need to get some stuff prep stuff for kaveh but luckily more time with him and baizuh being in the second banner

Have fun wrighty Bubba mwah mwah

Also first day at my parents was okay, just them arguing but i wasnt involved so nothing out of the ordinary

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My wrists are just a little weak bcz of an illness I had when I was younger, thankfully it doesn't happen as often as it used to ☺

I couldn't get my babygirl alhaitham, I will get his roommate 😠

Hopefully my brain works properly now 'cause I have to write the smut part of it now fml 🙃 when did writing smut become so hard for me? Idek

Well, as long as they don't upset then I won't smack them, but if they do don't doubt I would slap the shit of them hphm 😤

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On This Wild Night — Part Five

Notes: there are five consecutive lines of this chapter that reduced me to tears whilst writing. They’re not even sad or happy or anything, I’m just an emotional mess. A warning for drunken dad dancing and an incredibly lightly described intimate scene. Anyway, thanks to all who’ve been reading, especially those who have liked/commented/reblogged along the way. Means the world as always. Lots of love x

Previous — Masterlist

Arthur Weasley was drunk. Artemis had never seen him this drunk before. She might have actually preferred drunk Arthur to regular Arthur. Drunk Arthur was definitely more fun to dance with.

“Muggles call this one ‘the sprinkler’,” he informed Artemis, demonstrating a dance move.

“That’s a great one,” replied Artemis, copying him. “Arthur, what actually is a sprinkler?”

“I have absolutely no idea!”

Artemis laughed out loud as Arthur stopped ‘sprinkling’ and started to bob up and down, pinching his nose with one hand and wiggling the finger of the other hand.

“Where did you learn to dance like that?” she asked him.

“At a wedding, of course! Muggleborn friends. Excellent fun.”

“As fun as this wedding?”

“No, this is the best wedding I’ve ever been to,” said Arthur. He suddenly stopped dancing, and leaned in towards Artemis. “Don’t tell my wife I said that.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“It’s not that I didn’t enjoy my own wedding. But, as a rule, weddings are more fun when you're not the one getting married. Less stressful, much less pressure.”

“Even if you’re making a speech?”

“Ah, that’s nothing,” Arthur said, swiping each of his hands across in front of his eyes with the two first fingers extended in a V-shape. “Just do what Ron and I did before ours.”

“What was that?”

“Drink.”

Artemis grinned. No wonder Arthur was dancing so flamboyantly.

“No, I love weddings,” Arthur continued. He put his fists in front of his chest, stuck his elbows out to the sides, and flapped them like a bird. “A whole day dedicated to people being in love with each other, and bringing their families together. What could be better than that?”

It was lucky, really, that the music was so loud. It meant that Artemis was able to get away with not saying anything in response to Arthur’s question. She forced a smile, and nodded her head in time to the music.

“Of course, today is a bit different,” said Arthur, not seeming to notice Artemis’ discomfort with where the conversation was heading, “because Harry’s been a part of our family for so long. It’s just that it’s all above board now. Official.”

“Yeah. Right,” said Artemis, her smile slipping from her face.

“It’s funny, him being my son-in-law. You know, I already thought of him as a son, in some ways. Molly, too. Adding the ‘in-law’ bit seems formal. Legal. I think it’s a bit of a downgrade, don’t you?”

“I dunno.”

“I think they need a new word. For sons and daughters that aren’t technically yours but might as well be. Maybe out-law. That would definitely suit you.”

“What do you mean, me?”

“Well, you’re already part of the family. Have been for years, haven’t you?” Arthur started to walk backwards without taking his heels off the ground between steps. Artemis had stopped dancing. She might have stopped breathing. “Maybe we should start calling you our daughter-out-law. I’ll suggest it to Molly later. I think she’ll like having a name for what you are to us. Naming things makes them less complicated, I’d say.”

Artemis threw her arms around Arthur with such force that he stumbled slightly, and almost toppled over.

“Sorry,” she said, letting go and using her arm to steady him. “I just… Thank you for saying that, Arthur.”

“What?”

“That I’m family.”

“Why would you not be?”

“Well, I’m not married.”

“Doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, all that comes down to is a signature on a piece of paper. Family is more than that. It’s not about blood, or paperwork, it’s about love. Just love.”

“You know, Muggles say that love is all you need,” Artemis said, within a smile that she didn’t even have to force.

“I’m not surprised. They’re ingenious, Muggles are.”

Artemis giggled as Arthur started to dance away from her, his daughter-out-law, and towards Fleur, his daughter-in-law, who regarded him with a look that was made up of amusement, endearment, and disdain, each in equal measure.

The music changed abruptly, and became slower. Artemis smiled as she recognised the song, and looked to see who she would need to congratulate on their superior taste in music.

She turned towards the gramophone and saw Charlie stood next to it, pocketing his wand and looking straight at her. She sighed, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, though she felt considerably less angry now. At some point in the last two hours, her burning rage had given way to a mild niggling annoyance without her even realising it.

Charlie walked over to her and held out his hands.

“May I?” he asked, and she looked at him sceptically.

“Depends. Are you still planning on moving to New Zealand?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Then yes, you may.”

“Thank you,” said Charlie, smiling so that his dimples showed and fine lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes.

He took her hands in his, and led her to the doorway of the marquee, where the music was a little quieter, and there was less bustle and noise from the party guests. The cool air of the garden brushed Artemis’ skin, a welcome change from the cloying heat that had built up inside the marquee, and the crescent moon could be seen hovering over the outline of the house. Charlie placed Artemis’ hands on his chest and slid his own around her waist so that they came to rest on the small of her back.

“So,” said Charlie, stepping slowly so that the two of them swayed ever so gently from side to side, “I spoke to my mum.”

“And?”

“I told her the score, and she’s going to stop hassling you now.”

“Thank you,” Artemis said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“You’re welcome. I also did a bit of thinking, and I came to realise that I’ve maybe not been the best boyfriend in the world today.”

“How so?”

“Well, I’ve neglected you a little. I mean, I left you at the church so I could… ush, and again at dinner with Percy and Audrey so that I could suck up to Kingsley. Then I was mucking around with my brothers after the speeches, and I didn’t take you back to the house after you fell over, which would have stopped the whole fiasco with Mum.”

“Charlie, none of those things are bad.” Artemis frowned. “We are our own people, we don’t have to be together all the time. And I didn’t need you to take me anywhere, I was fine.”

“I know you were. If I’m being honest, I mainly came over because I didn’t want to look like I didn’t care as much as the others,” Charlie admitted. Artemis nodded; she had guessed as much. “Still, I feel bad about it now. Not just that, but... It’s just that today was always going to be kind of difficult emotionally for everyone, and I’ve been trying to make sure things are okay for everyone, and I forgot that maybe I should’ve been making sure things were okay for you. That today was going to be difficult for you, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like at dinner. I was trying so hard to impress Kingsley that I didn’t really think how hard it must have been for you to be there opposite Teddy. I know how much he reminds you of Tonks, and I just stole Kingsley away from you and left you to deal with that on your own.”

Artemis said nothing. Charlie moved his left hand off her waist and used it to push a strand of hair back from her face, and she felt some of the tension that had risen in her when he mentioned Tonks’ son dissipate.

“And I acted like a total arse when you were upset about what Mum said to you.”

“It wasn’t your finest moment,” Artemis agreed, and both of them grinned. “But it wasn’t mine either. I shouldn’t have threatened you or shouted at you like I did. I overreacted a bit. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted, but I shouldn’t have needed you to shout or threaten me to talk to Mum about it. It was obvious that she’d upset you, I should have gone to her voluntarily to sort that out for you. At the very least, I should have been more sympathetic about it. And I don’t think you’d have reacted that badly if I had been a bit more… attentive to you earlier in the day. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Thank Merlin for that,” said Charlie, and he lifted Artemis’ hand to his lips. He kissed the heel of it, then closed his own hand over it. Artemis smiled.

“Why weren’t you being more attentive?” she asked him. “You normally are. Even your mum and Ginny said so.”

Charlie paused before answering, “I think… I think my head’s just been a bit all over the place today.”

“Because of Fred?”

“Mainly. And Tonks. And Ginny.”

“Ginny’s right there.”

“I know, but it’s weird. She’s the youngest of all of us, and… I don’t know. She’s meant to be the baby, and now we are at her wedding.”

“Yeah. I understand.”

“And I don’t know why, but as soon as all of us siblings get together, we all suddenly revert to being like we were when we were kids.” Charlie grinned sheepishly. “I know that’s not really an excuse, but…” He swallowed. “Like I said, I’m sorry. Are we alright now?”

Artemis nodded. “More than alright.”

As she rose up onto her toes to kiss him, Charlie smiled hopefully.

“So, does that mean you’ll try and catch the bouquet for me?” he asked her.

“What’s the prize money?”

“Ten Galleons, including the two I put in.”

“That’s not bad,” said Artemis. She considered it for a moment, her eyes narrowed with scepticism. “You’re not going to spend all that money on dragons, though, are you?”

“No, ‘course not. I was thinking that I’d take you out for dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Fancy dinner. One of those places with all the tiny little portions. I’ll buy you the world’s smallest ever Bakewell tart.”

Artemis pursed her lips and cocked her head.

“Will you wear that suit?” she asked.

“I will if you wear that bra.”

“Deal.”

“Just remember, this place is going to be really classy.” Charlie raised his eyebrows. “You can’t go taking your knickers off at the dinner table.”

“I probably just won’t wear any.”

Artemis gave Charlie a mischievous smile. He chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, before resting his chin on top of her head.

“I love you.”

“You too.”

The song ended, and another started, faster and more lively than the one before. A broad smile spread across Artemis’ face as she recognised the tune. Judging by the way Charlie’s lips had twitched into a near-smirk, he’d chosen that one, too. He really was attentive. Either that, or he just knew her far too well by now.

As the tempo of the music increased, so too did the rate at which they swayed side to side, their feet dancing them to the centre of the room. Charlie lifted her arm above her head, and pushed her gently so that she spun underneath it, before catching hold of her waist once more.

Artemis’ smile grew wider still. He was more fun to dance with than anyone.

“Weasleys, assemble!”

Charlie and his brothers gathered by the gramophone as the female guests made their way into the middle of the marquee, ready for Ginny to throw the bouquet. Charlie could just about pick out Artemis’ bare feet amongst the high heeled shoes, stepping lightly as she moved restlessly through the throng of women.

“I don’t understand why I ‘ave to join in,” Fleur was saying to Bill. “I am already married!”

“It’s just a bit of fun,” Bill replied, kissing her on the cheek. “And I think that you’d be good at it.”

Once Fleur was in the crowd and out of the way, George brought out the bag of Galleons.

“This is it, lads,” he said. “Only one of us can win all the gold.”

Ginny closed her eyes, and threw the bouquet backwards over her head. A split second later, it was carnage.

The little crowd of women turned into a mob, a mosh, a scrum, scrambling and tackling each other to try and grasp the bunch of flowers. The brothers laughed and cheered them on from the sidelines, and after a minute or two of jostling, a hand appeared, rising from the rabble, clutching the now-crumpled bouquet. Each brother strained to see who that hand belonged to.

“YES, AUDREY!” bellowed Percy, throwing his fists into the air.

Somewhat begrudgingly, George handed Percy the bag of Galleons, and Percy shook each of his brothers’ hands in turn.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” he said pompously. “Pleasure doing business with you all.”

“What are you going to spend your winnings on, Perce?”

“Well…” Percy sniffed, and adjusted his glasses. “I'm thinking I might use them to purchase an engagement ring.”

Ron looked stunned, and Bill clapped Percy on the back. George hugged him, and Charlie shook his hand again, before Percy ran to Audrey, his arms outstretched.

“Well, fancy that,” a deep, reverberating voice said behind Charlie. He turned to see Kingsley Shacklebolt watching the women mingle in the centre of the marquee.

“I know.” Charlie shrugged. “All those Quidditch players, and not one of them caught the flowers.”

“I really thought it would be Tiny.”

Charlie followed Kingsley’s gaze to where Artemis was standing on one leg, rubbing the arch of her bare foot, as she chatted with a couple of women Charlie recognised from the Quidditch matches at school. Her eyes were still lit up from the exhilaration of the chase, her untameable hair had come almost completely loose, and there was a dark scuff mark on her shin. He smiled.

“At least she looks happy,” Kingsley said. Charlie wasn’t sure if he was addressing him or just thinking out loud, but he nodded anyway. “That’s what matters.”

“Yeah.”

“For a long time, I thought I’d never see her this happy.”

“So did I.”

“I should‘ve known that she would be. She might have had to fight for it, but she always was a fighter.” Kingsley chuckled, a rich, melodious sound. “She was such a tough little thing. Wild. But you know that.”

“I do,” said Charlie, his eyes still on Artemis. He laughed quietly to himself. “She still is.”

“No, that will never change.”

“I wouldn’t want it to.”

Kingsley patted Charlie on the shoulder, slowly and just once, and Artemis caught sight of them watching her. She ran towards them, holding one side of her dress up so she wouldn’t trip on the hem. As she approached them, Charlie shook his head in mock-disappointment.

“What was that?” he asked her. “Pathetic attempt at catching a bouquet. And you call yourself a Seeker!”

“Tell you what, Charlie, next wedding we go to, you can have a go. I doubt you could do better, especially against that Audrey.” Artemis looked over her shoulder at Percy and his soon-to-be fiancée, a dark look on her face. “That woman is feral. You have no idea.”

Charlie and Kingsley exchanged glances over the top of Artemis’ head.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Charlie said, trying not to laugh. “I’ll add her name to the list of women who scare me.”

“Is my name on that list?”

“I think it might be on there twice.”

Artemis nodded, clearly satisfied with that answer.

“I actually came over to say goodnight,” Kingsley told them.

“Are you off?”

“I am. It’s tiring work, this politics. But I’m sure I’ll see you soon, Tiny. You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

Charlie stepped backwards and averted his eyes so that Artemis could say goodbye to Kingsley in private. When he felt her return to his side, he held his hand out for Kingsley to shake.

“It was good seeing you again.”

“You too, Charlie,” said Kingsley, shaking the hand Charlie extended to him. “Perhaps you would like to go for a drink next time you are in the country. You can tell me more about those dragons of yours.”

“Yes, that sounds great. Thank you, Mr…” Charlie stopped mid-sentence and corrected himself. “Thanks, Kingsley.”

The Minister for Magic bowed his head, and walked off to find the bride and groom. Charlie turned back to Artemis and put his arms around her shoulders.

“No fancy dinner for us, then,” he said with a sigh. Artemis smiled as she leaned against him, playing with the ends of his loose bow tie.

“That’s a shame. I was really looking forward to you wearing the suit again.”

“I can just wear it around the house some time. You can feel free to do the same with that bra, if you like.”

“I dunno.” Artemis took her hands off Charlie’s tie, placed them on her ribcage, and started to wriggle. “It’s actually not that comfy.”

Charlie watched her as she squirmed.

“Is it not?” he asked. She shook her head, and her nose twitched. She was lying. “Should we go home and take it off?”

A wolfish smile played on Artemis’ lips. Charlie took her right hand in his left, and they went off to say their goodbyes before they left the marquee.

Outside, the night had grown colder still. Charlie let go of Artemis’ hand and draped his jacket over her shoulders. She held out her arm, and he took hold of it, and with a sound like a firecracker, they disappeared from the darkened garden of the Burrow, and reappeared in the hallway of Artemis’ old house.

It was strange, the way things changed, Charlie thought, as he kicked off his shoes, and she pushed his jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She’d lived here when she was a child, before he even knew her. Before the first time he ever saw her, eleven years old and tiny and dishevelled and lost and all alone.

She’d lived here when she was thirteen, the age she was the first time he hugged her, he thought, as he held her in his arms. She unbuttoned his shirt and let that fall to the ground, too. He took hold of her wrists to reposition her hands, the way he had when she was fourteen, and he taught her to ride a broomstick.

She led him up the stairs, and he followed her — he always followed her — hand in hand, like they had been at sixteen, clinging to each other for comfort in the middle of a storm. At the top of the stairs he unzipped her dress, and she stepped out of it, almost bare, and so vulnerable, as vulnerable as she had been at just seventeen, when she was going through the unimaginable. He’d been there then. He’d seen it. He’d seen her through it. She got through it. She always did.

Her hands were at his belt, and his trousers were removed, exposing his legs. He’d tried to run from his feelings, he really had. He’d managed it for years, but… she placed his hands on his chest — the chest that held his heart, the heart that beat for her — pushed him into the bedroom.

His lips met hers, the way they had that very first time, as adults, on the edge of the forest whilst the world burned and raged around them. He’d thought that it was all over, that it was the end for both of them. But it wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning.

And as they sank down onto the bed — they’d had that first time in this very bed, too — and their bodies melted together, he knew that this was a beginning, too. Every moment, every single moment, was the first moment in the rest of their lives.

He’d loved her for half his life. He still loved her. And she loved him.

And that was enough.

It was enough.

“You know, after that I think I might be pregnant.”

At the sound of Charlie’s comment, Artemis lifted her head from his chest and stared at him. She was going to say something sarcastic, but at the sight of his boyish grin, she laughed instead. She lowered her head back down and felt his hands running through her hair. Placing her hand on his torso in front of her, she started to let her fingers dance over his skin, tracing patterns in his map of freckles like constellations. There was still one small doubt at the back of her mind.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you say that I’m a part of your family?”

Charlie’s chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath.

“I would, yeah,” he said, quietly. Artemis’ eyebrows stopped knitting together. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason. Just something your mum said earlier, when she was trying to marry us off.”

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing really. Just that if we got married I’d be a real member of your family, that’s all.”

Charlie shifted his position so that he was propped up on his elbow, and Artemis moved off his chest.

“She said that to you?”

“It’s fine, Charlie.”

“No, it’s not.” Charlie shook his head, and brushed her cheek with his thumb. “That’s not okay, Artie. I’ll talk to her.”

Artemis blinked at him.

“What?” he said, and he raised his eyebrows at her. “I can do that now.”

“Do you want me to make you a certificate?”

“Very funny.”

“I mean, if you really want to talk to her about it, you can. You can do it when we go back to help take down the marquee tomorrow.”

“See, the thing is, I was thinking that maybe we don’t need to help. I mean, how many people does it take to put down a marquee, really? Maybe we just shouldn’t go.” At the look on Artemis’ face, Charlie grinned sheepishly. “I’m only joking. If you want me to mention it to her I will. Promise.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I actually spoke to your dad, and he said marriage was just a signature on a bit of paper and didn’t matter.”

“Definitely won’t be mentioning that to Mum.”

“Best not,” said Artemis, and she shuffled so that she and Charlie were lying face to face. “I just wanted to see what you thought, that’s all.”

“Right. Well, I’m with Dad on this one. You’re definitely my family.”

“I know that. I was thinking more about your actual family.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I always thought that I was kind of one of you, like I belonged. But after your dad’s speech about loving us because we love you, and especially when your mum said that, it made me think that maybe the only reason they think I fit in is because you do. That they love me for you, and not for myself, if you see what I mean.”

“I do see what you mean, but that’s not how it is at all. I don’t come into the equation. They love you. Just you. How could they not?”

Artemis didn’t say anything. She rolled over to look up at the ceiling, where through the skylight she could see the moon but not the stars. She felt the mattress move, and knew that Charlie had done the same.

“Would you ever want to do all that?” he said, speaking into the darkness. “Get married and have babies and everything?”

Artemis frowned. She didn’t really like babies. As much as she loved Victoire and Dominique for the simple reason that they were Bill’s children and her goddaughters, she wouldn’t want to have to be the one with them strapped to her all day, every day. Not to mention that she still struggled to even look at little Teddy Lupin, the way her own mother had struggled to look at her. If that was any indication of what she’d be like as a parent, she was better off not being one.

And if Arthur was right, and marriage really was just a signature on a piece of paper and weddings were less fun when they were your own, what was the point? Especially if it meant sacrificing a part of yourself, like Ginny had been worried about, she wasn’t sure she wanted that either.

Yes, it would make Molly happy, but it wasn’t really Molly’s choice, was it? It was hers. She made her own choices. She did what she wanted. She was free.

“No,” she said eventually. “Never. What about you?”

“I don’t know. I kind of always thought that one day I’d get married and have children, but I’m not sure if that’s something I actually want or whether it’s just because that’s what everyone else does, and what they all expect me to do as well.” Artemis felt Charlie shrug beside her. “Maybe one day. Definitely not now, though.”

“But one day you might?”

“Maybe. I really don’t know.”

“And if you do, what then? What about me?”

There was a pause, and then Charlie sat up. He turned so that he was facing the headboard, and pulled Artemis upright so that she was sitting facing him. Keeping hold of her hands, he ran his rough fingertips over her palms.

“Artemis, I don’t know what I’m going to want when it comes to getting married or having children, but I do know that I’d never want to do all of that — any of that — with anyone but you.”

“But I don’t want to do any of that.”

“I know. Listen,” he put both of Artemis’ hands into his right, and placed his left on the side of her face, his thumb resting on the small scar on her right cheekbone. “If it comes to the point where I have to make a choice between having none of those things with you or having any one of those things with someone else, I’m going to choose you. I will always choose you.”

“You can’t know that for sure.”

“I’m more sure of that than I am of anything else in the world.”

Artemis raised her eyebrows at him.

“Even dragons?”

“Even dragons.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, slowly, and deeply, and lovingly. When their lips parted, they stayed with their foreheads resting together.

“You know, I don’t like babies, but I do like kittens,” Artemis whispered. “Maybe we could have some of those instead.”

Charlie pulled his head away from hers and frowned.

“How?” he asked, his expression of disconcertion growing more pronounced by the second.

“You can just buy them, Charlie.”

“Oh,” Charlie exhaled. He looked suddenly relieved. “I thought you meant as in…”

“Ugh, no!” Artemis recoiled from him. “How would that even work?”

“I don’t want to know,” Charlie muttered. He shuddered, and then composed himself again. “What about dogs? You like dogs, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I’d prefer a cat.”

“You already have Fergus. Let’s get a dog.”

“No, a cat.”

“Dog.”

“Cat.”

“Baby?”

“Dog.”

Charlie smiled triumphantly.

“I’m glad we agree,” he said, and lay back down with his head on the pillow. Artemis stayed seated.

“Wait,” she said, twisting around to look at him. “So, does this mean we’re actually getting a dog, or was that a hyporhetorical thing?”

Charlie laughed, not unkindly, and reached out to stroke her arm.

“You know, I’m actually being serious. Let’s get a dog. A really big one. One I can train to pin you to the ground when you’re being annoying.”

Artemis batted him gently and he laughed again.

“You really want us to get a dog?” she asked.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“I heard. This just seems like a very laid back way to decide to get a dog, that’s all.”

“Do you want it to be more formal?”

“No, I just—”

“I can make it more official if you like,” Charlie sat back up. “Do you want me to get down on one knee?”

The daring look in his brown eyes and the smile causing his freckled cheeks to dimple were obvious, even in the very dim moonlight. Artemis reached up and pushed his red hair back from his ever-so-familiar face. That boy. That man. That person she’d grown to love. She smiled, as much to herself as to him.

“Yeah. I do.”

THE END

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domaslut · 2 years

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Little dark age.

HOGWARTS MYSTERY.

Pairing: Felix Rosier x reader (18+);

Prompt: You joined the Death Eaters in the name of love, for Felix. After you kill someone for the first time, you somehow find comfort into the arms of your lover: the same person who turned you into a murderer.

warnings: angst, mention to death and murder, toxic relationship and NSFW!.

You turned your back at him, hands shaking and breath uneven. Your wand laid a few feet away from you, on the marble floor of your bathroom. What had you done? How did those words rolled out of your tongue that easily? How could you let fury blind you?

Maybe you were evil to the core too, after all.

You flinched as a pair of muscolar, scarred arms encircled your waist. Your back flattened against his abs, his breath fanning your earlobe felt oddly comforting. He knew it, he was there too. Why didn’t he stop you, though? You could not think straight anymore. You were foggy, frightened, yet concious about what you had become for him, for the man that you loved. You were a murderer. Was he not a feral assassin too, by the way? You felt pathetic. You knew who he was, when you embraced him, when you allowed yourself to love him.

“Don’t fight it, mon amour… – he purred suavely, his lips tracing your jawline – It does not go away, if you hide. Let it in” he murmured, goosebumps raising on your bare shoulders.

A tear fell from your lashes, your hands gripping the edge of counter as your eyes darted on the mirror. Your reflection repulsed you, your marks visible on your forearms made you want to barf. It was a nightmare, a dystopia.

“Enjoy the thrill of the hunt” he whispered softly, his hand wandering down your hip and gripping the hem of your skirt, pulling it up. His voice sent shivers down your spine. You did not fight him, you wanted it. You needed him, even after what he had turned you into. It was toxic, he was your favorite deadly potion to sip under the moonlight.

You lulled your head back, his mouth lacing onto your neck as his fingers found the band of your panties and pulled them down your thighs. You batted your eyes closed, the thinkling of his belt unbuckled made your shudder under his touch in anticipation. He was shamelessly good at getting under your skin. You were defenseless.

“Breathe, love” he suggested you, before shoving his length past your folds and groaning sinfully into your ear. You moaned, adjusting to his size as he wrapped his hand gently around your throat. Was it his way to show you the power he had over you?

Loving Felix Rosier only meant one thing: falling into the deep end.

[requests will be opened soon! If you got any ideas, please, comment below what I should write about or send me a text! :3 love you, guys, and thanks for reading!].

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juniperwindsong · 4 years

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Delicate - Barnaby Lee x YOU

This is a light, smutty one-shot (more mature than explicit) featuring Barnaby Lee taken from my on-going story and edited to use second-person “reader” pronouns and be gender neutral. The slightly more graphic, less fluffy version that goes with Necessary Monsters can be found on A03.

It's your final year as the infamous Hogwarts Curse-breaker, and it's simply not the same. After everything that's happened in its halls, the whole castle feels cold and vaguely threatening. You yourself feel different. Your injuries from the past years still plague you, but it's more than that. You ache to be touched. It's a craving that eats at you. You drop your wand for the hundredth time in Charms, and your body screams. Professor Flitwick says something consoling, and you wince. It’s worse when the teachers are sympathetic. You wishe they would yell. You think the adrenaline rush would help you focus. You leave the class feeling desperate and keyed. This simply will not do.

You turn to Barnaby first. You know it’s a weak and pathetic thing to do, but the need for something physical is overwhelming. He's always had his eye on you. You thinks he’s your best shot. You aren't disappointed.

You meet in the Artefact Room on some vague pretense, ("I want to talk to you about something, B.") but there’s only the briefest exchange before your arms are around his neck and Barnaby is tugging at your waist to pull you against him. You have to stretch onto tiptoes to reach his lips, but once your tongues meet you don't notice the protests from your calf muscles. You part only briefly for you to strip first yourself, then Barnaby, whose fumbling fingers can't manage to undo his own buttons. You trail your fingers down Barnaby's bare chest, impossibly firm, before returning to his lips.

Barnaby sighs sweetly into your mouth. He croons your name too slowly, fingers sliding up your hips. And his eyes. God, his eyes. They say so much, they scream at you with adoration. You bury your face in Barnaby's neck as he lifts you like you weigh nothing and settles you onto him. You can’t stop yourself from crying out.

The fit of Barnaby inside you is exquisite and immense. He rocks into you, oh, so gently; afraid to hit his hips too hard, or use his full length. But you're so sick of being handled delicately.

You grunt in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. You try to buck your hips against Barnaby; force him to speed up, to go deeper, to hit harder. You want to be overwhelmed by sensation. But Barnaby is stronger. He props you back against the wall, leaning forward to kiss you sweetly. His insufferably slow rhythm begins to drive you wild. You surrender to it, letting it build your satisfaction slowly, tantalizingly. You're surprised at how long Barnaby can last. You had pictured him fast and hard, using all his strength to take what he needs from your body as quick as he can get it. But his hands on you are so light. He cradles you against him as if you were one of his small creatures.

You don't know how long you've been there before you feel yourself reach a precipice of pleasure. You just need just a little more to fall over. One hand strokes Barnaby's cheek, the other grabs at his hip as you plead, “B. go faster. Please, please go faster.”

Barnaby groans and turns his face fully into your hand, gracing your palm with a sloppy, heated kiss. Clutching you closer to him, he spins away from the wall and kneels awkwardly to the floor. He pushes you back against the ground and hovers over you, bracing his weight onto his arms as he eases into you completely. You gasp, because that's exactly where you needs him.

Barnaby speeds up, just a fraction, the strain of holding himself back evident on his face. But it’s enough.

The friction of his pelvis rubbing against you, and the new, deeper fullness pushes you over the edge. You stiffen, arching your back and running your hands through your own hair as a litany of moans erupt from your mouth, loud enough to make even Barnaby nervous. He kisses you, harder than he has before, muffling your sounds. You shudder and clench around him. Barnaby's own orgasm rips through him and his hips smack against yours forcefully for the first time. It makes stars light up behind your tightly closed eyes. If he would just do that again you could come for the second time in minutes.

But Barnaby slows, and falls on top of you, carefully, resting his head beside yours. You can feel his heart beating against your chest. You let yourself rest, enjoying being slightly crushed by his gorgeous body, and feeling entirely relaxed for the first time since term began.

As soon as Barnaby can think again, he props himself up and asks, "I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?"

His voice is so full of concern, you can't help but smile.

"No, B.," you sigh, "No one's ever been more careful with me in my life."

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lifeofkaze · 2 years

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Rainy Day

Charlie Weasley x MC

A/N: This is the promised continuation (or rather, the whole story) I kept from you when I did the October writing challenge. This is an out of schedule posting, but who cares. I post because I can. Enjoy 💛

Warning: This is explicit NSFW content. All characters are of consenting age. If you're under the age of 18 or don't like it, don't read it.

Ava’s eyes darted frantically over the page of her textbook. The words written on the old, crumbling paper were Latin, and even though Ava was fluent in the ancient language, it did slow her down considerably. The writing was small, the ink already faded in places, and she bowed deeper over the page to better see in the dim, grey light shining onto the table from the tiny windows.

It was just this one more report, and she would surely be a huge step closer to finding what she was looking for; she just had to finish before…

A deep sigh coming from the sofa behind her broke Ava out of her concentration. She closed her eyes in annoyance and breathed in slowly through her nose, exhaling through her mouth.

“What is it now, Charlie?” Ava asked, and there was an audible strain to her voice.

She knew Charlie didn’t distract her on purpose, and she should probably be more patient with him, but her patience had run thin at the hundredth time they had played this game; that had been a good hour or so ago.

The ginger-haired head of her boyfriend appeared over the backrest of the sofa he had been slouching on. He sighed again as his eyes travelled to the windows and the biblical flood pouring down on the other side of them.

“”I’m sorry we’re stuck inside,” he said, like he had every time one of his heavy sighs had forcefully returned Ava from her mental venture into ancient Rome. “This isn’t at all how I planned your visit.”

Ava turned around in her seat. “I keep telling you, I don’t mind. The weather isn’t your fault. At least that way I’m getting some research done. Theoretically,” Ava added with a glance at the page she had been trying to read for quite a while now.

“You’re not supposed to be researching,” Charlie said and got up. “You’re supposed to see the beauty of Romania. There’s so many things I wanted to show you.”

Ava tilted her head to have a better look out of the window, but all she could see was the rivulets of water running down the glass. It had been chucking it down with rain ever since she had arrived in Romania a few days ago.

Neither Charlie or she were fazed by a little rain, but the constant bad weather had turned the earthen paths leading around the dragon reserve and everything surrounding it into streams of water and mud. They would have been able to apparate to go places, of course, but even so it really wouldn’t be too pleasant to be outside.

“We could play cards, if you want to?” Ava offered.

She really wanted to go back to her book, but it was apparent that Charlie was struggling a lot more with being cooped up inside than she was; she hated to see him restless like this.

“We did that yesterday, the whole day,” Charlie said and shook his head. “I won’t be able to look at a deck of Exploding Snap for years to come.”

“Hm,” Ava contemplated loudly, “how about we cook something?”

Charlie crossed his arms on the backrest of the sofa and rested his chin on them. “I’m not hungry.”

“Then I’m out of ideas, I’m afraid,” Ava sighed and turned back to her research.

She heard Charlie get up and walk over to her, his bare feet surprisingly light on the wooden floor. Judging only by his burly figure, it was easy to forget how fluent his way of moving was, just as it had been back at school when he had breezed over the Quidditch pitch.

“What is it you’re reading about anyway?” Ava heard him ask, surprised at how closely he was standing behind her.

“Old recordings about the catacombs beneath Rome,” Ava said, her eyes lighting up eagerly, “The expanse of them is fascinating, and many of them still aren’t properly explored.”

“Is my brother making you do all this preparation work?” Charlie asked and leaned over Ava’s shoulder to get a better look at the tiny writing.

“He won’t even be part of this expedition,” Ava smiled broadly, “if all goes according to plan, it will be my first assignment without Bill.

“They’d be stupid not to send you,” Charlie told her with a broad smile, “you’ve been working so hard on this. So awfully hard,” he repeated and his smile turned decidedly more mischievous.

His big hands came to rest heavily on Ava’s shoulders and rubbed at the tension which came from the hours Ava had spent hunched over her studies.

Before she could stop herself, a sigh escaped Ava’s lips at the relief in her strained muscles and the pleasant warmth of Charlie’s body behind her. She leaned back against him and allowed herself to get carried away by the touch of his rough hands that never were anything but gentle with her.

“You’re working way too much, in fact,” Charlie mumbled into her ear, his voice suddenly a good bit lower than before. Ava felt a shiver run down her spine as the faint trace of red stubble on his cheek grazed her skin.

She ignored the increased beating of her heart and turned around just enough so she could see him; she cocked an eyebrow at him. “So what are you going to do about it?”

Her challenging smirk vanished when Charlie quickly pulled her from his chair and kissed her with a hunger that surprised Ava.

She wrapped her arms around Charlie’s neck as she kissed him back. Her head was spinning,and the intensity of Charlie’s kiss took her breath away. She pulled him in, inviting him, and his hands were everywhere, her hair, her face, her back, her waist.

Ava let her own hands wander up his back beneath his shirt; Charlie’s skin was always warm to the touch but now, he was positively burning.

Ava could feel the edge of the table in the small of her back, and heard the rustling of parchment when Charlie grabbed her around the hips and lifted her onto the table. She reached behind herself to push her precious books out of reach, but Charlie only used the moment to lean in, and Ava had to use her hand to support her weight instead.

“Careful Charlie,” she said breathlessly between kisses, “my books…”

“Forget your books,” Charlie replied as he trailed kisses from her lips and down her neck. Ava squealed in surprise when he suddenly got hold of her, lifted her off the table again and threw her over his shoulder.

She laughed as he carried her over to the small wooden stairs that led to the gallery that made up the second level of his lodge where he had his bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“Getting dessert,” Charlie said, and although Ava couldn’t see his face, she positively heard the smirk in his voice.

“I thought you weren’t hungry,” she pointed out, holding on as best as she could.

“Well,” Charlie grinned, “I might have just changed my mind.”

***

Ava’s laughter ringing in Charlie’s ears made him walk up the steps just that tiny bit faster. He could feel her hands holding onto his shirt, and the ends of her long, blonde hair brushed lightly over the skin on his arms as she raised her head to better see where he was going.

She weighed almost nothing and yet Charlie could feel every inch of her body on his shoulders as distinctly as if she were a part of him.

He laid her down on his bed and felt a rush of heat coursing through him when Ava propped herself up on her elbows, smiling at him seductively. Getting rid of his shirt, Charlie was quick to join her, another hungry kiss and the cool touch of her hand on his back making him shiver.

His lips wandered from Ava’s mouth down her neck and on to her collarbone which her soft, grey cardigan had left exposed. He tried to get her to lay down properly, but Ava was having none of it. With one swift motion of her body she moved out from underneath him, turned him around and pushed him down between the pillows.

Charlie let it happen and followed her instructions willingly; Ava always preferred to be in charge of things. When she straddled him, Charlie gripped her hips and positioned herself on top of him the way he liked it, his breath coming shallower when he felt her through the tight fabric of his trousers.

Ava brushed off her cardigan and flipped her hair over her shoulder; the dim light from the small window next to Charlie’s bed caught in it and lit it up, making it look like the first ray of pale sunlight on a cool spring morning.

Charlie’s breath caught in his throat; in moments like these, he found it hard to believe his luck.

He was brought back into the moment when Ava ran her hand across his bare chest with slight pressure, feeling his strong heartbeat beneath her palm. She leaned forward and Charlie mourned the loss of her weight on him, but only until her hot breath ghosted over his jaw line.

“You want dessert, hm?” she whispered, and Charlie could practically hear the devilish smirk in her voice, “I think I don't want dessert. I think I want something a little more spicy.”

In the blink of an eye she had drawn her wand and twirled it slowly through the air while pressing a passionate kiss to Charlie’s mouth. She brushed the tip of her tongue against his lips and Charlie opened it for her. The taste of her was addictive, and Charlie would have loved to lose himself in it, but a prickling sensation around his wrists drew his attention away from Ava’s kiss.

He turned his head to see what she had done and chuckled pleasantly surprised; slender ribbons of soft, dark blue silk had appeared out of nowhere and had wound themselves around Charlie’s wrists.

Ava sat back on his hips and flicked her wand a second time, and Charlie’s hands got pulled up over his head by an invisible force. She leaned forward to check the knot holding his wrists in place and Charlie raised an eyebrow at her when she found the result to be satisfying.

“So that’s how you want to play?”

Ava laughed, but it wasn’t the clear, bright laugh from before; it was deeper, huskier, and made Charlie hold his breath in anticipation. She ran her hands over his chest again, her nails grazing his skin. Her smile was heavy with promise and her blue eyes sparkling dangerously.

“Oh,” she purred, “I’m definitely not playing.”

She pulled her top over her head, painfully slow, obviously teasing him. Out of reflex, Charlie wanted to reach out to speed up the process, but he had completely forgotten the ribbons holding his hands above his head; he made a frustrated sound as he was immediately constrained again.

Trying to contain her smirk, Ava fluttered her eyelashes at him. “I’m sorry, dear. No touching for you today.”

His reply died on Charlie’s lips when Ava kissed the side of his neck and started working her way downwards, her own body so close he could feel its warmth but still not touching him.

Instead, Ava let ler hands and mouth roam freely, and Charlie inhaled sharply once she passed his bellybutton. When the tips of her fingers dipped beneath the seam of his pants, he couldn’t hold his moan back any longer.

“You liked that?” Ava asked innocently, a stark contrast to the way she bit her lip as she looked up at him. “Do you want me to do that again?”

She grinned mischievously as her hand ran over him again and Charlie fought to keep his wits together. “I think you can tell,” he answered flatly, but his hoarse voice betrayed him.

Ava hummed as her lips followed the path of her hands; her breath ghosting over the skin of his groins had Charlie tense his muscles inadvertently.

“I’m not so sure,” she whispered against his skin. “I’d better check.”

With nimble fingers she undid his trousers and rid him of them, his pants following immediately after. Charlie wasn’t sure what made him shudder more; the cool air hitting his skin or the sensation of Ava running her fingers up his thighs as she slowly pushed his knees apart.

His doubts were dispelled when Ava’s grip on his thighs tightened and she wrapped her lips around him.

Charlie dipped his head back and his eyes fluttered close, his hands straining against his magical bounds; he burned to reach out for her, touch her, tangle his fingers in her hair; anything to help him not get completely carried away by the sensation of Ava’s tongue flicking over his tip and her hair brushing over the insides of his thighs.

Charlie forgot everything around him as his breaths were getting shallower, the rain pounding against the windows, the deep moans leaving his lips, even the silk robes around his wrists; nothing mattered anymore.

All of his mind and body were focused on the sweet torture Ava put him through.

She was teasing him, altering her pace every now and again, going from fast to slow and back again when he came too close to the edge for her liking. But even so, Charlie could feel the familiar heat building inside his chest; only moments before his orgasm could hit him, however, Ava suddenly stopped and sat upright again.

Robbed of his release and the warmth of her mouth, Charlie cried out in protest, but Ava only chuckled, tracing her lower lip with her thumb.

“Still bored now?” she smirked.

Charlie could only stare at her with glazed over eyes, his brain still all over the place from being denied his relief.

“I think we should take this up a notch,” Ava smiled. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. Charlie knew the piece of sapphire blue lace by heart - he had given the set to her last Christmas - but right now, he couldn’t care less about what Ava wore; he was way more interested in what she didn’t wear. Ava seemed to share the sentiment, judging by how carelessly she tossed her underwear aside.

Charlie reached up to touch her, to run his hands over her breasts and coax all the sounds from her that were sweeter than music to his ears, but once again, his hands were jerked back by the blue silk.

He let his head fall back with a frustrated groan. “This is torture,” he complained.

“Relax,” Ava said gently as she straddled him, “just enjoy the show.”

Charlie had expected some more teasing from her, wriggling her hips, lowering herself down on him so slowly it would drive him mad, but Ava did nothing of the sort, and by this alone Charlie could tell she was just as eager as he was at this point.

He exhaled very slowly as he waited for her to adjust herself, relishing in the feeling of her around him. She had her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, the hint of a frown between her eyes she always got when she shut off her head and let her body take control.

She started moving against him, slowly at first, almost carefully, until they had found their common rhythm. The tips of her fingers resting on his chest, Ava leaned back as she sped up her movements, giving Charlie a full view of her body.

Her hips grinding into his were enough to drive him insane on his own, but not being able to touch her in this moment almost killed Charlie, and he inadvertently tugged against the silk ribbons once again.

Ava’s eyes remained closed, but the twitch in the corner of her mouth as she changed her rhythm to a deliberately slow pace which let her take in every last inch of him wasn’t lost on Charlie.

His mind deliciously hazy already, he felt a smirk of his own appear on his face; that was a game they both could play.

Charlie angled his left leg and gave his hips a little tilt, so Ava fell slightly forward and he himself would have a better leverage. Locking his eyes with Ava, Charlie took the control of their rhythm from her. Ava’s smile vanished and Charlie saw her eyes flicker as he picked up the pace.

Ava’s nails dug into his skin and she dipped her head back as Charlie hit all of her sweet spots in this new angle; only this time it wasn’t a show for him to enjoy. She had completely let go of her games and was losing herself in the same pleasure Charlie was feeling himself; if anything, it made her look even more enticing to him.

With her concentration slipping, Charlie felt the ribbons around his wrists loosening; just what he had been waiting for.

Using the moment of inattention that had weakened Ava’s spell, Charlie jerked free of his ties and shook them off with an impatient movement. Letting Ava have her way was fun and games, but now it was his time.

Charlie brought his hands to her waist; finally touching her soft skin, there was no stopping him anymore.

He ran his hands up and down her body, over her hair, her face, her arms and shoulders. Cupping her breasts with his large hands drew a husky moan from Ava’s lips that sped up Charlie’s own breathing.

His hands found their proper place on her hips again and he gripped them tightly, holding her in place as they both moved in perfect unison. Ava brought both her hands to his shoulders and held on tightly, a small cry leaving her as her body shuddered under the force of her high.

Hearing his name fall from her lips with this broken sigh, it didn’t take Charlie much longer either, and his head fell back into the pillows, tiny stars dancing across his vision as his own release rocked him.

Their movements slowed before halting entirely, their ragged breaths mingling as Ava bent down and gently kissed him. Charlie ran his hands over her back, slippery from the fine sheen of sweat that was coating his own skin as well.

Neither of them spoke as Ava climbed off him and rested her head against his chest. Charlie gladly pulled her inside his arms, both of them enjoying this moment of closeness they were sharing.

After a while, Ava lifted her head and chuckled. “You know what? I think I could make do with dessert after all.”

Charlie laughed and kissed the tip of her nose, which made Ava laugh all the more. “Still not satisfied?”

Ava playfully swatted him before getting up and shrugging into her grey cardigan and nothing else.

“I was thinking about the chocolate I know you’re hiding in the back of your kitchen cupboard,” she grinned and hopped down the wooden stairs and out of Charlie’s sight.

A few moments later, Charlie heard her rummaging around in his kitchen, followed by a small cry of triumph when Ava had located the chocolate; he had made sure it was her favourite, dark with roasted whole hazelnuts.

With a content sigh Charlie snuggled deeper into his pillows and let his eyes wander to the veil of rain hanging over the dark green woods outside his window.

Maybe he could get used to those rainy days after all.

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