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makerofmadness · 2 years

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title here. another thanks to @umbrarkzoo for motivation seriously go check out their art.

Monty: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person. Glamrock Chica: Actually, Roxy is my favorite. Monty: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

Balloon Boy: Fight me! Foxy, standing behind him and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

Freddy: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited. The Puppet: "If" Golden Freddy: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and he might not even die.

*after killing Phone Guy and then realizing he’s not the killer*

Chica: This is getting embarrassing. Bonnie: Getting? We’re already there!

Funtime Freddy: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Eggs Benedict has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for him. Bon-Bon: By forcing him to have fun at a party that he doesn’t want to be at? Funtime Freddy: I knew you’d understand.

Michael Afton: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Ennard: Your life? Michael Afton: I- well yes, but-

William Afton: Life could be worse, Mike. Michael Afton: Life could be a lot better too!

*at a zoo* Ennard: What are they in for? Michael Afton: Ennard, this isn't prison. Ennard: So they can leave? Michael Afton: No, but- Ennard, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

*the TV is freaking out* Michael Afton: Don’t worry, you have to treat an electronic like you treat a patient on life support. *unplugs the TV, then plugs it back in again. nothing changes* Michael Afton: Yeah, that didn’t work with my brother either.

HandUnit: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

Henry Emily: Where are you going? William Afton: Hell, eventually.

(moments before he killed Charlie)

Toy Chica I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

Bonnie: It’s funny how well you and the Puppet get along. Didn’t she hate you at first? Freddy: The Puppet hates everybody at first. It’s her way of reaching out to people.

The Puppet: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, and Mangle: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

Michael Afton: My dad has a spiked collar. Michael Afton: *dog

Crying Child: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Nightmare Freddy under the bed: Honestly, fuck you.

Funtime Freddy: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU! Bon-Bon: Okay, can you do the dishes? Funtime Freddy: No!

Golden Freddy: Is this a good idea? Golden Freddy: Probably not. Golden Freddy: Do I care? Golden Freddy: No.

(UCN be like)

Monty: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Roxy. Roxy: I hate myself. Monty: Alright, square up.

Jeremy Fitzgerald: But what about Fritz? Phone Guy: Don't worry about him. Phone Guy: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.

Sun: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and… Gregory: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma. Sun: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said… Vanessa: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

Freddy: Thank you for not saying "I told you so." The Puppet: When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.

Monty: Gregory’s first detention, I'm so proud. Glamrock Chica: Whoa, back up. Why did he get detention? Roxy: Because he’s an idiot. Glamrock Freddy, terrified: They can do that??

The Puppet: Bonnie, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Toy Bonnie: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

Fritz Smith: That's greatly offensive to my people. Jeremy Fitzgerald: College dropouts?

Toy Chica: Did you hear that!? Jeremy just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT! Toy Freddy: ...You just threatened to kill him in his sleep.

Henry Emily: What the fuck is wrong with you?? William Afton: What? No good morning? Henry Emily: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??

Pizza Bot: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Pizza Bot: *upends the bottle*

Phone Dude: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.

Funtime Freddy, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down. Funtime Foxy: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven... Ballora, visibly confused: Okay, so he decided to put the cutting board in the oven? Funtime Freddy, spraying Funtime Foxy: You FUCKING DUMBASS! Funtime Foxy: Dude, I forgot- Funtime Freddy: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!? Michael Afton: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

Gregory, trying his first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY! Phone Guy, an avid coffee drinker, on his twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

Gregory: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Glamrock Chica: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Gregory: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Glamrock Freddy, recording: This is so cute.

William Afton: What is your favorite mythical story? Henry Emily: The Story Of My Will To Live. William Afton: I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.

*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword* Freddy: Rude. Bonnie: That's fair. Chica: Not again. Foxy: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

Henry Emily: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons? William Afton: Fake?

Toy Chica: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence. The Puppet: ...Don’t you mean benevolence? Toy Chica: No.

Jeremy Fitzgerald: Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible? Michael Afton: I gotta give you credit, Fritz. You make it look easy. Fritz Smith: Years of practice.

Michael Afton: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli. Crying Child, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

Toy Freddy: Okay happy campers! If you were a fruit what would you be and why? The Puppet: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group. Toy Freddy: ... The Puppet: ... Toy Freddy: OKAY HAPPY CAMPERS-

Vanessa: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

Freddy: Just be yourself. Say something nice. Golden Freddy: Which one? I can't do both.

Jeremy Fitzgerald: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? Fritz Smith: It’s not water. Jeremy Fitzgerald: Vodka! I like your sty- Fritz Smith: It’s vinegar. Jeremy Fitzgerald: …What? Fritz Smith: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

Freddy: What are you eating? Golden Freddy: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty. Freddy: I like you, don't I?

Gregory: My stomach growled super loud in French. Gregory: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class. Monty: Bonjour. Roxy: Le growl. Glamrock Chica: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

Toy Bonnie: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd. Bonnie: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue. Toy Bonnie: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

Funtime Foxy: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Michael Afton: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

Chica: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all-you-can-eat pizza buffet. Bonnie: Why’d you get banned? Chica: Touched the rat. Bonnie: … What rat? Chica: Chunky Cheese.

Circus Baby: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Circus Baby: Ballora, we tried things your way. Ballora: No, we didn't. Circus Baby: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

*Everyone is playing a board game together* Freddy: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'. Chica: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'. Foxy: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'. Bonnie: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'. Foxy: *flips the board*

Chica: When I met you I thought you were a real bitch. Toy Chica: What changed your mind? Chica: Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

Toy Freddy: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Toy Freddy: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies. Toy Bonnie: Socks are Feetie Heaties. Toy Chica: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties. Mangle: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies. Balloon Boy: Stamps are Lickie Stickies. The Puppet: I hate you guys so much.

Sun: Let’s write Gregory a friendly note, shall we? Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...

Foxy: That was a joke. Say ha. Bonnie: Ha. Foxy: Now do it again. Bonnie: Ha. Foxy: Congratulations, you are officially the life of the party.

Bonnie: When I first met you, I did not like you. Toy Bonnie: I'm aware of that. Bonnie: But then you and I had some time together. Toy Bonnie: Uh-huh? Bonnie: It did not get better.

William Afton: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

#fnaf #incorrect quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes

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toukenramblings · 3 years

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NSFW Headcanons: Kuwana Gou, Murakumo Gou, Kotegiri Gou

Alright, let’s get this shit started. The G-ho bros.

Warnings: S I N. Continuation to my sfw headcanons, this is for you mei mei~!

Kuwana Gou

Oh Kuwana’s body is so nice man. He works oh so hard so you gotta reward him sometimes! I’m not sorry when I say that his chest is just??? hold a king’s titties Just suck on his nipples, tweak and tug them. He’ll be putty in your hands. Can probs cum from taunting his chest alone if you push his buttons enough.

This brings me to the next subject. Marking. You can make very light bruises on Kuwana’s skin, it’s rather tough in some places but his thighs are super duper great to mark up. Change my mind. It’s the best man, like Kuwana won’t mind showing off the marks you gave him, he’s a bit shy about it especially when working in the fields. In turn, Kuwana doesn’t mind marking you up as well. It’s much softer though, in places you can easily hide.

Yeah about him taking off his clothing when its hot out, he doesn’t meant to get you horny on purpose! He does it as a convenience. It’s not that Kuwana is shy about his body or anything, he just takes it all in a sense of shy stride. Of course whatever the hell is under his pants are for you and you alone.

Massages always lead to sexy times whenever you two are in the mood. Sometimes you’ll just be straddling him as you work on his back, working out the knots in his muscles or Kuwana is having you in his lap or straddling you and massaging you! It gets heated pretty quickly.

Oh Kuwana is a bit of a switch but personally I say he’s a bottom leaning switch. But if he has to be on top, he’s a service top. Kuwawa wants to prioritize your pleasure over his, and that’s the most important thing to him after all! Just ensuring that you cum more times then he.

Oh see, you two would do some shower/bath sex but the fear of being caught is way too much yo. Since Kuwana adores bathing with you with whatever extent, he wants to feel connected. Besides, what if you two slip and fall! That’s his biggest fear! Teasing can be done here, but all of this stuff is for the bedroom.

Kuwana is oh so gentle with you in the bedroom. Nothing but soft praises, soft gasps, and so on! He rather quiet during the do, not because he isn’t enjoying it no! It’s because that’s how he is. He does get a lil loud but knows how to control himself.

His sex drive is rather low and he greatly prefers cuddling than doing the do but that doesn’t mean he won’t get in the mood! It’s rather easy to tell. He’ll get all flustered but most of all, consent is a big important thing to him. He’ll mostly ask you if you want to have sex or not.

No way is Kuwana teasing you in public, that’s private times man. That shit is only for you two alone! If you want to tease him in public, be his guest! He’ll be all stuttery and it’s cute to see him all worked up! His face all red, wanting to see what the hell you have under your clothing, fufufu.

Kuwana loves it when you two worship each other’s bods. He also loves it when he has really good access to your chest. So if you sit on his lap during sex he’ll love it!

Speaking of, no blindfolds for either of you. He wants you to see each other’s faces as you have sex! He wants to see exactly what he does to you!

Kuwana does masturbate but it’s a rare occurrence. As said, he has a pretty low sex drive but it tends to flare up randomly? He’ll do it in private though, he doesn’t wanna make much of a show of it. Maybe will steal some clothing from you to sniff and pleasure himself with, who knows.

Kuwana is always worried about your health so whenever you two are getting ready to do the do, he reads up and sets boundaries for you two. He would never hurt you after all! Gods forbid all that! He wants to make sure that you two are going to be comfortable during this. Safe words are present as well.

The idea of gagging Kuwana makes me feel things. Also will always hold your hand during sex.

As said above, Kuwana is super prepared for after care. He did study up on this and he puts your pleasure above his. So of course he’s prepared! Will clean you up, kiss your breath away, and ensure that you are okay in the end!

Murakumo Gou

It’ll take a loooong time before Kumo kumo is comfy with sex. The idea of doing it with you does sound nice but he worries that his tum may start to hurt and thus ruin the fun. Of course if you two are in a very comfortable relationship, his stomach pains will have gone down mostly. When he is ready to go to the next step, Murakumo will want to have a talk with you about it. He’ll want to set out boundaries, do’s and don’ts. So on and so forth!

Kumo has a slightly high sex drive once he’s comfortable in that space, the best way to get him going are hand kisses and sucking on his fingers. He will suck on yours as well! Oh dude he has such a nice tongue and that’s it. Yes he loves hand kisses and shit but using his fingers to gag you or your fingers to gag him??? Oh mAN.

Body worship is very importante for Murakumo. He wants to give you as much love as you give him. He wants to show you exactly how you make him feel! Expect him to mark you up a LOT. Mark him in return, it’s so great man. He will be shy about showing off his marks but man he’ll be so proud when you show off your marks.

Yes he’s into doggy style quite a bit, but loves it when you fuck in front of a mirror. He loves seeing your face whenever he plows into you, alternatively, if you’re on top, Kumo will always want to see your face as well! He has to judge and gauge how each movement you two do makes you feel! He has to make sure that you’re feeling good!!!

Is slightly into you getting a collar for him. Yes he’s a dog in that sense but a collar saying that he’s your property does make him smile a bit. It’s also really nice just to tug on the damn thing. but also is really into you wearing a collar too. he just really likes it when you two tug on each other’s collars okay? okay.

Oh dude when he tops, it’s lowkey pretty feral. He will not hesitate to ensure that you don’t walk for days. He’s pretty rough when he wants to be. Kumo kumo may be a switch at heart, but he slightly prefers to be on top, especially when he can service you! He also really really loves how you taste.

Yes Murakumo does masturbate often...ish. He gets off to your scent quite a bit. He can and will steal your shit to sniff and mess with his cock.

Your hands have to be held during sex! He loves holding your hand in general and hand kisses! He just loves feeling connected with you, no matter what!!!

Murakumo is also rather loud in bed, with sweet whimpers and whines. He loves it when you gag him! Fingers, clothing, whatever the hell! He also loves it when you sit on his fucking face.

Listen, Murakumo and your first time together is nothing short of soft and sweet. It’s nothing short of soft and holding each other gently as your bodies rock against each other. With soft kisses and open mouth kisses, oh man it’s great as hell.

Breeding kink maybe??????????????

Like Samidare, it’s kinda easy to tell whenever Murakumo is in the mood. He’ll be a bit more possessive, growling at other TouDan that even try to go near you. Will even try to mark you in public! Be prepared if he does try to do this though.

Murakumo isn’t all that into public sex? He’ll tease you and you can tease him in public and sure he will drag you into a more private corner of the citadel to further taunt and tease, a leg between yours, pressing against your sex and kissing you breathless, but actually doing the do is saved for private time. He won’t hesitate to service you under your desk though, don’t tEST HIM.

Yes he’s very much into overstim whenever he is giving you oral sex. Not very much into orgasm denial. BUt listen, topping Murakumo is an adventure. He’ll mark your back with claw marks, gasping and whimpering and whining and letting out the most beastial of growls when he cums.

After care is mostly just cuddles. He will immediately want to curl up next to you, exhausted and burying his face into your shoulder! Almost purring with how close you two are!

Kotegiri Gou

Lungs. Of. A. Singer. Motherfucker is pretty loud when he wants to be. This is why you need to gag him. Use your underpants, your fingers, whaTEVER THE HELL. He looks so pretty all flushed and forced to keep his mouth shut.

He’s also into praise, adoring it when you lavish it on to him. He’s weak in the knees whenever you call him a good boy. It causes his cock to twitch slightly, shivering at the words that drop from your lips like wine that he could drink up oh so happily.

Giri giri loves it when you suck on his fingers and lavish his hands, kiss them! Suck them! Show him that you love his hands! Always hold it as you two are doing the do! Oh man it’s good as shit.

Kotegiri does take care of the appearances of both of you. So don’t be surprised if he...well, dives deep into the internet to find you two some lingerie to wear. Yes he frequents a sex shop to find the right clothing for you two! BUt damn it all, he just wants you two to look your best! He has to pick out only the best of lingerie for you to wear! Damn right he’ll wear some too! NO one’ stopping him.

Maybe if you’re lucky, Kotegiri will give you a lap dance. maybe you can give him a lap dance. it’s all free game here man.

Kotegiri is a switch yes, but he prefers being on top, servicing you and telling you how much he loves you. Also he loves it when he can see you and sing your praises. But he also loves being on the bottom as well! He don’t mind!

Hell no, Kotegiri is not fucking you in your office. That’s a sacred place. You two are going to work and maybe cuddle and that’s that. Fucking is reserved for the bedroom and tHAT’S I T. Yes he may have had some fantasies about fucking you on your desk but nope. He ain’t doing dat shit. Not here man. Not yet at least. Push his buttons enough and maybe he’ll give in.

Oh Kotegiri loves marking you up! It’s always on your thighs though, he doesn’t mind marking up your neck but prefers it on the spots where only he and he alone can see. Maybe he’s being a bit possessive in this aspect but damn it, Kotegiri just wants you all to himself!

Kotegiri’s sex drive is also kinda low, he’s always so busy that he doesn’t really think about that kinda stuff. It all depends on how he’s feeling at the moment, so sometimes he’ll want to fuck you into the nearest surface and other times he’s just happy with cuddling. But dude when Kotegiri is in the mood it’s easy to tell. He’ll leave a box of lingerie out for you with a note that merely says he’ll see you tonight. Ehehehe.

KISS THE DAMN TAT ON HIS HIP. OH MAN KOTEGIRI IS PRETTY WEAK THERE. He loves it when you mark him up around his midriff and thigh area. Dude he rarely shows his tattoo to anyone but whenever he looks in the mirror and sees the marks you gave him around that area, he flushes as his fingers trace them. He’s so!! Proud!! Of those marks!!!!

Okay so mAAAAYBE Kotegiri will pole dance for you. If he figures it out of course. but he would. chANGE MY MIND

Raunchy poems/texts. I’m sorry, I’m not sorry. But these will be a thing. Since Kotegiri will also have a phone, he won’t hesitate to sext you whenever you two are not busy.

Kotegiri is rarely ever rough. It’s always soft and sweet during sex, moving to a rhythm that you two have set. Your first time was nothing short of sweet! He wanted to make sure that you two are happy in the end, sweet kisses and all!

no im not saying that giri giri 100% stole your laptop to further delve into kinks and research them. KOtegiri will also be a person who will set up boundaries before you two begin having sex. He wants to ensure that you two will not hurt each other or he doesn’t make you panic or anything!

Is also pretty attentive to you during after care. He’ll sing a lullaby for you to sleep, clean you up, change the sheets, and kiss you breathless. WIll joke that you two could always have another round if you two like but Kotegiri just wants to bask in your presence man.

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neerasrealm · 3 years

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I am enabling you

BAND AU BAND AU. SO GLAD I GET TO WRITE ABT THIS YEEEEEEE i kinda lost motivation towards the end but dfvsdgfhsd its fiiiiine. i got a couple more ideas for this au so...expect a couple more fics?? maybe??

Jason wasn’t sure if he could call the room a ‘practice room’. It felt more like a lounge. The walls were checkered with soundproof foam in places, as was the floor. There were also a lot of things hanging up on the walls. Posters of various rock bands and cult classic movies, all framed of course. The room was littered with instruments. Guitars, basses, a keyboard, a drumset, microphones- any instrument one could need, it was there. But there was also a lot of comfy furniture. Bean bags, a couple armchairs that had been dragged out of the trash, and of course, the old reliable sofa. It was stained and the springs were starting to break, but it was comfy, and Jason was quite happy lounging across it. He kicked his foot calmly in time to the beat of the music quietly playing from his boyfriend’s record player. He sighed and glanced over at the boyfriend in question. His name was Zalgo, and he had copper-brown skin and fluffy brown hair that was dyed red at the tips. Tattoos swirled up his arms and another stretched across his neck. He was covered in piercings too. His ears, his nose, a couple on his eyebrows, even a snakebite on his lower lip. His eyes were closed, and he was lounging in a big bean bag, a weed joint clenched between his teeth.

‘’They’re late again.’’ he murmured.

‘’Nnh?’’ the joint flicked upward as Zalgo grunted.

‘’The girls. We were supposed to have a practice session,’’ he looked down at the watch on his wrist. ‘’Twenty minutes ago.’’

‘’Mmmh…’’ Zalgo shifted in the bean bag, then abruptly jumped up in a startlingly quick movement. He stretched and groaned, then pulled the joint out of his mouth, smacking his dry lips. He looked over at Jason. He was wearing contacts again. These ones were golden and bright, and accentuated how...alluring, his gaze could be. His mouth curled up into a small grin. ‘’Just means more time for you and me.’’ he murmured as he walked slowly over to the couch where Jason sat. The redhead smirked at him as he leaned down toward him.

‘’...You’re getting old.’’ Jason murmured before shoving Zalgo’s face away. The other man groaned and swatted at him before breaking into laughs.

‘’I am not! I am just as cool and as sexy as senior year! Girls love me!’’

‘’You’re gay, Zalgo. And almost thirty.’’

‘’Hmph.’’ Zalgo puts his hands on his hips, pouting. Jason looked him over for a long moment. Zalgo had certainly kept his style from highschool. He wore a loose cut black tank top with a metal band’s logo on it. The neck was low, exposing his collar and the necklaces he wore around his neck. He was also wearing black ripped jeans with a studded belt with chains hanging off it. Almost every finger on his hand was decorated with a ring shiny ring. He was attractive, and carried himself with a confident flare only he could pull off. Jason could never pull that off. Showing so much skin, playing with makeup- it wasn’t his thing. He stuck with classic jeans, button-ups and ties with sneakers. Simple, yes, but it worked for him. And somehow Zalgo thought he was handsome enough to have dated him for over ten years. Jason smiled a bit and settled back in his seat.

‘’Do you...want to sit down?’’ he asked slowly. Zalgo looked down at him and grinned. He moved to lay down beside Jason, but the redhead put his hand on his chest and stopped him. ‘’...give me the joint first.’’

Zalgo huffed and rolled his eyes. He handed his boyfriend the joint and lay down, snuggling up against Jason as he took a drag of the joint. He sighed out, smoke blowing from his mouth. Zalgo looked up at him, watching him calmly. He reached up and caressed the other male’s jawline. ‘’...anyone ever tell you you’re fucking beautiful?’’

‘’No, my mother didn’t love me.’’

‘’PFFFFFT-’’ Zalgo wheezed loudly, bursting into loud cackles of amusement. Jason smiled and laughed gently. They were so distracted with just laughing on the couch like a couple of stupid dumb teens that they didn’t hear the front door being opened. They did however, hear it being slammed shut without warning, and it scared Zalgo so bad he fell off the couch with a yelp. The two stared at each other as they heard voices in the front hall downstairs. Zalgo grinned and rolled over onto his stomach, listening intently to the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs toward them. Zalgo skittered across the room and pressed himself against the wall beside the door.

Jason took a drag of the joint and watched the door, which was quickly and violently kicked open.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS UP KYLE?!"

He blew smoke out of his mouth. "Hello Natalie." He greeted calmly. Natalie was a short girl, with long caramel hair and tanned skin. Her eyes were bright and green, and she grinned wide at him. She was dressed in a denim jacket that hung off her shoulders, along with a white Guns N' Roses t-shirt and ripped navy jeans. As she waved her hands excitedly Jason could see the watch around her wrist glint in the light. A birthday gift he'd given her a few years ago.

"There you are!" Zalgo lunged out from behind the door and yanked his niece into a tight bear hug. She squealed and battered her fists against him, making the both of them giggle. Jason glanced over at the door and noticed a girl he'd never seen before, standing there looking around anxiously.

She had curly ginger hair and wore a simple green jacket with denim jeans. She was shorter than Natalie, who was short enough for a seventeen year old already. When she caught Jason's gaze she smiled nervously and waved a bit. Her smile quickly dropped however when she noticed the joint in Jason's hand. He glanced at it, then reached over and snuffed it out in the ashtray on the end table beside him. Zalgo would probably be mad about him wasting good weed later, but he didn't really care.

"This a friend of yours, Natalie?" The redhead asked as he sat up on the couch.

"This is Alice." Said a tall girl as she walked into the room and leaned against the doorway. Her name was Jane, and she was Natalie's girlfriend. She had dark skin, decorated with paler splotches in random places. She wore a long black dress with a leather jacket, fishnet gloves and tights, and platform boots that made a satisfying 'clunk' noise when she walked. Her hair was done up in braids, which were tied up in a pseudo ponytail. And she was also munching on a teacake that she'd definitely stolen from the kitchen. Jason glared at her.

"I told you to ask before taking those, y'know." He muttered. Jane shrugged and watched Natalie stumble out of the tight hug she'd been suffocating in. She turned to Alice with a grin and lunged over, slinging an arm over the smaller girl.

"This is Alice!" She said again. "She's part of the drama club in school. Really good singing voice!" She turned to the ginger girl. "Right? You're an amazing singer!"

"U-Um-" Alice rubbed at her arm anxiously. "I'm not...that good…" she mumbled, her head lowering. Jason softened as he looked at the poor, nervous girl.

"Nice to meet ya, Alice." Zalgo said gently. He walked over and crouched down, holding out his hand for her to shake. Alice stared at his arm.

"Your tattoos are so cool-" she blurted. She immediately slapped her hands over her mouth, wincing. Zalgo chuckled.

"Why thank you! I'm pretty proud of em myself." He said with a warm smile. "So you're Nat's friend?"

"I...guess," Alice rubbed at her arm again. "She uh- she said she wanted me to...join a band…? I-I dunno if I'm really cut out for that…"

Natalie shook her head and clamped her hand down on her shoulder. "Alice, I already told ya, your singing is incredible bro!" She leaned down and grinned at her. "Uncle Zalgo knows eeeverrryyythinggg about music. You just gotta impress him and you're in the band."

Alice looked at Zalgo. "You're...uncle Zalgo…?" She asked quietly, sounding even more scared. Zalgo nodded and stood up.

"Sure am." He gestured over at Jason. "That's Jason, by the way. He has a huge crush on me and sleeps in my bed. It's super embarrassing."

"Hey, you came out to me." Jason growled. Zalgo laughed.

"It's...nice to meet you, sirs." Alice murmured. Jason looked at her and smiled gently. He sat up on the couch so the others could sit down. Zalgo obliged, flopping himself down next to him with a soft grunt. Natalie was quick to join them, sitting on Zalgo's other side while Jane occupied the arm of the chair. That left Alice...standing in front of them. Like she was being judged. It reminded her eerily of an audition.

"How old are ya?" Zalgo asked with the tilt of his head. Alice fidgeted.

"Erm- fifteen." Zalgo looked at Natalie and arched a brow. Alice coughed. "B-But um- I've been singing since I was seven." She added. Zalgo gave a nod.

"Alright...think you can demonstrate?" He asked. Alice glanced away anxiously and he smiled a bit. "C'mon, you can't be any worse than Jason."

"Rude."

"I like Jason's voice." Jane piped up. Jason smiled.

"Thank you, Jane, you're the only person here who shows me any kindness…"

"Hey! I bring home pizza for you!" Zalgo said, pouting.

"You work at Pizza Hut, Zalgo. You get that stuff for free." Jason replied sternly. Alice laughed a little bit at the two of them. Jason turned back to her and smiled.

‘’So what style of music do you do?’’ he asked. Alice’s eyes widened.

‘’Oh- mostly showtunes, broadway stuff.’’ she replied. Jason nodded. She felt a bit more relaxed now. It just….felt like an audition. She’d done those dozens of times before. ‘’I can sing Defying Gravity- from uh- Wicked?’’ she suggested.

‘’Go ahead, girl.’’ Zalgo replied, leaning back on the couch again. Alice nodded and cleared her throat.

‘’Something has changed within me...something is not the same, I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game,’’ she hadn’t had a chance to warm up, and she winced at how her voice sounded. But when she looked at the others they didn’t seem to notice. ‘’Too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep…’’ she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the high notes coming up. ‘’It’s time to trust my instincts...close my eyes...and leap.’’

‘’Stop.’’ Zalgo interrupted her. She stopped and looked at him, afraid. Had she failed the high note? Did her rusty voice really sound that bad…? ‘’You’re amazing girl!’’

‘’Wh-wha-’’

‘’Seriously! You sound like you could be on broadway!’’ Zalgo grinned wide at her as he spoke. Jason nodded in agreement. Nat hopped up off the couch and slung her arm around Alice’s shoulder again.

‘’So is she in?’’

‘’Well of course she’s in!’’ Zalgo stood up and thrust out his hand. ‘’Welcome to the band, Alice.’’

Alice smiled sheepishly and took his hand. ‘’Thanks...what uh- what do I get for being in it?’’

‘’Free music lessons and pop tarts. Plus vibing privileges.’’

‘’V-Vibing privileges…?’’

‘’You’re allowed come over whenever.’’ Jason explained. ‘’Though you probably have better things to do than hang out with two thirty year old men who do nothing but watch Netflix all day.’’

‘’Oh.’’

‘’Oh c’mon, we’re cool!’’ Zalgo pouted at him. ‘’In fact, I can prove it.’’

‘’Please don’t.’’ Jason murmured. Alice watched Zalgo scamper over to the corner of the room and grab one of the instruments. He held it up proudly. It was a red guitar, with two necks and a body cut into jagged shapes. He grinned and held it down to playing height, strolling back over to Alice.

‘’Pretty sweet, huh?’’

‘’Oh my god do you have to show that thing to every guest we get?’’ Jason called irritably. Zalgo shot him a look.

‘’How do you even play that…?’’ Alice asked in amazement. Zalgo smiled.

‘’Lots of practice and quick timing.’’ he replied, strumming a few chords. ‘’What instruments do ya play, girl?’’

‘’Oh uh- I- don’t. I just sing.’’ Alice glanced away nervously as she spoke. Zalgo arched a brow at her, surprised.

‘’I thought she’d be good for backup!’’ Natalie chimed in.

‘’I think she’d be good for my songs,’’ Jane added. ‘’Just like with Jason.’’ Zalgo nodded and looked at the ginger girl for a moment. He turned on his heel and put his beloved guitar down, then moved over to another part of the room and rummaged through a plastic bin he had laying around.

‘’I know just the thing for you then,’’ he murmured. Alice looked surprised, until he stood up again and held up a tambourine. ‘’This is exactly what we’ve been missing, and it’s easy to learn!’’

‘’...oh.’’ Zalgo strode over and handed the tambourine to Alice. She looked at it for a moment, then shook it halfheartedly. He grinned and clasped his hands together.

‘’Perfect!’’

Jason sighed quietly and climbed up off the couch. He dusted his hands off and glanced at Nat and Jane. ‘’You guys hungry?’’ he asked. Zalgo shot him a look.

‘’Wait what happened to practice?’’ he whined. Jason rolled his eyes and walked over to the door.

‘’You already showed off your guitar, Zalgy. And I’m hungry.’’ Jason muttered. ‘’And I’m sure the girls are starving too.’’ he turned and looked at his boyfriend. He knew Zalgo couldn’t say no to him, not when he pulled out that nickname. He eventually sighed.

‘’Fiiiiine.’’

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Young!Sirius Black x Gryffindor Reader - Soulmate AU!

I'm coming back with a Harry Potter fanfic but this time it's for Sirius Black. I just love the idea of this when came to my mind and I had to write it. I'm in a soulmates au mood but I don't know if I would write for someone else. Anyway I kinda like the way this fic turned on but I think I have to warn about smutty maybe and cursing? IDK! Enjoy it!

In this magical world there's one thing more important than turning eleven and get your letter from Hogwarts, Beuxbatons or Ilvermorny. Except one more thing. And that's when you turn sixteen and you found who will be your soulmate. A mark, something like a tattoo with the name of your soulmate appears somewhere on your body when the clock strikes twelve and you go from fifteen to sweet sixteen and stay with you until you find your place next to your soulmate.

Anyone could explain why, there are only records that this has been going on for centuries in the wizarding community. Who was the first soulmates? No one discovered it yet. But it doesn't matter for our story.

There are stories about soulmates that can never be found either because they are on the other side of the world or because one of them dies before they meet their soulmate, others keep talking about those tragic soulmates who decided to die rather than let the war between their families end their love, and they also tell stories of soulmates who don't want to be with each other after knowing who their destined person was. Soulmates it's what we search for, or we fight for or we run for. Actually, there is a fairly low percentage of soulmates meeting and being happy together. But there are some soulmates who are fatally tied to each other's fate and may have been in front of one without even noticing.

Of this last type is our history.

Cheryl Penelope Prett.

Our proud Gryffindor with chocolate hair and grey eyes always looking for a new adventure. This was her sixth year at Hogwarts and she was really excited with this soulmate thing.

She was super excited for next day because tomorrow was her birthday. Sweet sixteen! Finally! She was willing for this, she was ready for this day and she will enjoy this.

Or that was she thought all the day before her birthday.

All her housemates were giving advices to her, giving their congratulations and wishing her good luck. Her best friend, Lily Evans was so excited too. She was reassuring her that everything will be fine and she'll find a perfect soulmate.

That was what they were talking about during dinner, well they have been talking about it this whole month.

-Who you think would be? -she asked looking around all the Great Hall checking on the available guys.

-I don't know, Cheryl. Just chill out, in four hours you'll know.

-I can't wait, Lily! You wouldn't understand, you found that Potter was your soulmate way before you turn sixteen. Your mark didn't even stay two days, that's cheating!

-How can we cheat on that? -this time was Potter voice at the other side of her best friend.

In fact, the marauders themselves were sitting with them; Potter had his arm around Lily shoulders, Lupin was next to him laughing, in front of Lupin was Pettigrew reading and in front of Potter was Black who looked really annoyed with all of this.

-You're just doing drama, Prett. It's not big deal.

-Fuck off, Black! You are not going to ruin the best day of my life.

-Cheryl, don't talk like that -Lily scouted her with that look that almost scared her.

-I thought you were in that "I'm strong and independent, I don't need a men" mood at the beginning of this year -Black continue teasing her.

-Sirius, leave the girl alone -said Remus.

-Yes, Sirius, leave me alone -she replied throwing her tongue to him.

Her relationship with Sirius Black started back at first year when he just pushed her in his way running from the counselor and she ended up in a puddle of water that filled her with mud, when she was back at Gryffindor's tower she confronted him in front of everyone. She was so angry at him and he was just hanging with his friends in the comfy sofa while she had to suffer the laugh of all castle in her way. Neither of them allowed themselves to win in this discussion and since then they had always gotten along badly.

At first, when Cheryl started her friendship with Lily, she was glad that her best friend shared her hatred for these guys, but as they grew older she was the first to notice her friend's feelings towards one of the marauders and that put her friendship to proof. It wasn't that Cheryl didn't want Lily to be happy, because it was more than evident that Potter was crazy in love with her, it was somewhat more selfish: if Potter and Evans started dating, she would have to see Black more than she already did. In the end the two friends fixed the situation and a new one arose. Potter asked her best friend the big question in the middle of Gryffindor's Tower party after the lions' crushing victory on the Quidditch pitch. Everyone applauded and cheered on the couple but Cheryl silenced them by climbing on the table where Potter had asked Lily to be his girlfriend, grabbed the boy by the collar of the shirt and threatened him in front of everyone with no harm her best friend or he would suffer the consequences. James actually accepted the deal, if he made Lily cry once he would let her hit him. No wands. Sirius was the one in charge of bringing her down from the table so that Remus helped Lily up and that the new couple finally kissed in front of the lions. From that day on, the undeclared war between Cheryl and Sirius turned into a cold war.

-Very mature -he didn't throw his tongue to her.

-What will you know about maturity? Your birthday were two weeks ago and you're still flirting with any girl who crosses your path.

-Yes, Padfoot. What will your soulmate think when it finds out that you have been knowing who it is for two weeks and that you have done nothing? -this was James and his voice sound like he was enjoying this.

-That's selfish, Black -pointed Lily.

Cheryl smiled triumphantly with every ally she won. Even Remus made a comment about it and she got up and hugged the only marauder that she really liked.

-I wish my soulmate is someone as good as you-she joked still hugging Remus while he was just laughing.

-Don't talk so fast-said Black looking at her annoyed.

-Don't ruin my day, Black! -she just throw him her tongue again and returned to her seat.

All of them ended that dinner and went together to the common room, although Cheryl was getting impatient and begging to Lily to go to bed with her while James get a little jealous because he wanted to go to bed with Lily. The girl managed to convince her best friend and the two of them give their goodbyes to the boys and went to their room. Although they couldn't sleep as soon as Cheryl wanted, the birthday girl was too excited and her roommate just wanted to sleep but the first one didn't let her. Cheryl kept Lily awake all the time to help her check her body for the long-awaited mark with the name engraved on her skin but didn't appear anywhere. To Lily's scandal, Cheryl decided to sleep in her underwear so as not to miss the moment when her mark would appear on her skin although at some point the two girls managed to get sleep, both in the redhead's bed.

Cheryl woke up only because Lily screamed. Her friend's gaze was between surprise, joy and a comment to start laughing and the brunette couldn't decipher why until the moment she fell that it was morning already, it was her birthday and her soulmate waited for her.

-Where is it? -was her first question, looking her own arms- What name does it put? Is it a nice name? Please don't let it be a stupid name.

That's when she noticed the perfect and careful calligraphy that delicately said the name of who would be her soulmate for the rest of her life on the left side of her waist, on the edge of her panties. The emotion on the surface, the impatience that she felt because she wasn't able to read the two words elegantly captured on her skin and the screams of James Potter because he had heard his girlfriend scream but was unable to enter the female bedrooms. Cheryl walked to the mirror, Lily was looking at her carefully waiting for her reaction, and she looked at herself. She hadn't bothered to wear fancy underwear or anything, she was wearing this yellow panties that looked more like gym shorts and a sport bra with Gryffindors colors. And that's when she read the name.

Sirius Black

The excitement, the emotion, the impatience, the nervous... all was gone. There was only this surge of anger and something like sadness or disappointment that surrounded her chest.

-Cheryl? -asked Lily carefully- You're okay?

-I will kill him -she murmured.

-What? -asked Lily again but her response was that her friend left the room with nothing but her underwear.

Lily ran after her with one of her own robes and found her coming down the stairs in front of James Potter who was looking at her as if she had gone mad. Which, given the situation, was quite likely.

-Get out of my way, Potter -she said in that kind of tone where you don't need to be yelled at for fear her.

There were only seven people in the common room other than Cheryl, James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius. Everyone watching what the girl would do next.

-Okay, Cheryl, this is a bit extreme, don't you think? -Sirius tried to joke with his characteristic smile looking her up and down.

Perhaps, at another moment, she would have fallen for his little game but not this time. All she did was slowly move closer to face Sirius, the boy expectant at what the girl was going to do and with a playful smile starting to shake giving him away, but all she did was hit him in the face with an open hand. The slap echoed throughout the room and was further emphasized in the silence that already reigned in it.

-I told you not to ruin my day, Black! -she yelled on the verge of tears not knowing why those tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

Before Sirius had time to reply, Lily ran to cover her friend in her robe and took her back to the female dormitories.

For the next hour, Lily was cheering on her friend who could only cry without explaining what made her cry so bitterly. So the two friends missed breakfast and the first two hours of charms class but luckily they made it to Professor Slughorn's potions class. Unfortunately that class was shared with the marauders. Cheryl didn't deign to look in the boys' direction while Lily, taking a seat next to her best friend, shot a warning glance at her boyfriend and his friends. The professor had not yet arrived and the students settled into their places but the news flies and secrets run through Hogwarts much faster than the news and almost everyone already knew about Cheryl Prett's show and why Sirius had appeared in Charms with red cheek. Then this guy, Thomas O'Fletcher, approached her with this sadistic smile.

-So, Prett. How come I didn't know that in your free time you like to do that kind of dirty thing?

-What are you talking about? -she mumbled, still filled with that terrible anger that made her speak more to the chagrin of Lily who murmured to her to let it be.

He was looking at her with this horrible and sinister smile that made her feel bad chills and wanted to hit him in the face too.

-When would you do me one of those shows, Prett? If you have done it to Black, I say you could also do it to me.

That was all. She lost it. So she get up and prepare her hand to slap his ugly face but he stopped her and took her by her chin.

-Woman, reserve this for later. I know you're impatience because being with Black is a thing but being with a men...

Whatever O'Fletcher was going to say they didn't heard it. Sirius's fist slammed into the face of that snake that released the girl and took several steps back, dizzy.

-I will not repeat it to you. Don't you dare touch her again.

When Cheryl looked at Sirius, he seemed to be restraining himself from continuing to hit him. He had that angry expression on his face, his eyes were full of adrenaline and he wanted to fight.

-That's it, Black. You've asked for it.

That was what it took to star in a fight, fist to fist, wands were forgotten. Remus and Potter tried to make Sirius separate from O'Fletcher and the Slytherins on the other hand tried the same thing but the two boys had been looking for an excuse to start a fight for a long time and this was perfect. Somehow the fight got out of hand when a Slytherin accidentally hit a Gryffindor and another Gryffindor took revenge on his partner and the green and red tide forgot that at first they were trying to stop the fight just to make it worse and worse.

At some point in the fight, Slughorn entered the classroom and with a wave of his wand he got everyone to stop on the spot. Black and O'Fletcher with their fists searching for each other's faces. The professor looked for the reason for the discussion but it seemed that nobody wanted to give names or facts.

It was an unwritten agreement between Gryffindor and Slytherin, if one spoke everyone fell with him and it would be the end for everyone. So the problem was solved by removing 50 points from each house, the wounded were sent to the infirmary and only those who had remained in their places were rewarded with giving the class for the day while the others were prohibited from any activity outside their common room except for eating and going to classes, except for this one from which they were expelled.

Cheryl and Lily shared a look as they remained in their seats while the guys left the room.

At the end of the class, either of the girls talk about the incident. They went straight to Gryffindor's Tower where they found Remus and James sitting there explaining to Pettigrew what happened. Lily sat next to James and took his chin to look closer his bruise on the cheek.

-Where's Sirius? -asked Cheryl when she didn't saw him.

-He said he wanted to stay in the infirmary -answered Remus shrugging.

-Where are you going? -screamed Lily but she got no answer.

Cheryl walked to the infirmary without haste, thinking what she was going to say. This situation was a complete disaster, this soulmate thing was a waste of time and her relationship with Serius wasn't the best of all. This isn't going to work.

When she got to the infirmary, she found that the last of the Slytherins was leaving without even looking in her direction. She took a deep breath and quietly entered the infirmary. The nurse was laughing with Sirius.

-Now I have to go fill out some papers, if you need anything call me.

The nurse leave Sirius alone, or she thought it, and he started to read a magazine. Cheryl walked to his bed and after a few steps he noticed her. His face didn't show happiness or annoying he was just looking at her like he knew this had to happen sooner or later.

-Prett -he said nodding with his head.

-Black -she answered and sat on the bed next to him- So... We're soulmates.

-I think so... -he nodded again.

-Where is it? -she asked surprising him- My name. Show me.

He turned to show her his back and removed his hair to show her his nape. And there it was. Cheryl Penelope Prett. Clearly as the name of Sirius Black in her own waist. Sirius turned to her again and looked at her waiting.

-Yours? -he said simply.

-I'm not showing you -she blushed as Sirius's smile growed smutty.

-I'm in a naughty place, Miss Prett?

She rolled her eyes but smile to him. Then they were silent for a few minutes. Sirius knew that it wasn't his place to speak and he had spent many years arguing with Cheryl to find out when she was pondering her next words. Not every day a tattoo appears on your skin with the name of your soulmate.

-Why didn't you said nothing?-was her big doubt.

-You slapped me as soon as you woke up. Merlin you didn't even bother dressing before you did it.

He was just laughing like this wasn't big thing and she just blushed again.

-Did you know why I did that? -she brings this kind and brilliant fake smile.

-Please, enlighten me -he also give her this kind and brilliant fake smile.

-I had a friend -she started.

-You had? -he nodded.

-I had a friend but we hate each other-she continue.

-And how does that work? -he laughed a little before looking at his hands.

-Because it's our game -she said frankly- We play like we hate each other but we actually care for each other.

-It's that so? -he asked without looking at her.

-Yes. He takes care of me when someone messes with me. You know? In third year he told a stupid Ravenclaw that whoever messes with me, messes with him. It was sweet.

-You knew that? -he looked at her surprised but he he managed to compose himself- I am the only one who can tease you. And get you mad.

-Believe, you are -she nodded smiling.

-What happened with that friend you had?

Cheryl's smile falls when she gets up and set in his bed. Sirius looked at her tilting his head slightly in an interrogative gesture but he didn't say anything.

-A lot of things happened to that friend. In some I was able to be with him, in others... We were very proud to be together. But... He was my first kiss, did I ever tell you? -she was talking like this wasn't a big thing but both of then knew that this was a big thing. A soulmate it's a big thing.

-I thought you punched me and yelled me about that -he smiled and look at his hands again.

-Yeah, I did that -she giggled looking at her own hands- You know that you broke my heart then?

-How's that? -he looked back at her with concern in his eyes.

-You kissed me! And you acted like nothing!

-You punched me!

-I was fourteen!

-So was I! And when the girl I fallen for punched me I thought I have to move on!

-And you asked out Betty Wallaby the next damn day! And to everygirl girl who crossed your path!

-I thought you hated me!

-I thought that too!

She gets up from the bed and walked a few steps away.

-Look at us -she laughed sarcastically- We're always on the same page, how we ended up being soulmates?

-Ask another -he muttered angrily lying down on the bed.

-No, I'm asking you because you're my soulmate! -she came back to him just to hit him with the pillow of the bed next to him.

He took the pillow from her and held her wrists to prevent her from hitting him. Again. They look each other, intenses gazes to each other, and she look for his lips and he look for hers. And she stepped away. Because he broke her heart once and because he knew they were soulmate and he said nothing and because he was Sirius Black and you couldn't take him seriously. But he looked hurt when she stepped away and she regretted stepped away.

-What we are, Sirius? -she looked tired for some reason.

-A mess? -he tried to joke but she gave him that look and he signed and sit again, he looked tired too- I don't know what do you want from me, Cheryl.

-I want you to be honest with me. I want you to explain me why you from all the people are my soulmate.

-Ask me another thing -he shrugged because he didn't know what to say.

She signed sitting again in the bed next to him and looked at him with scary eyes. Because founding your soulmate isn't always this cute and lovely and they stuck together at the moment. Sometimes it's a leap of faith and it's something scary and you'll never know 'till you jump if it was safe for you.

-Tell me I can trust you -she begged.

He looked at her with that kind of looks that only a person who knows you since kids can give you. He knew her, since her bests moments to the really bad and he wasn't scared of that and from nothing that could come.

-I thought you already knew that-he smiled.

And she smiled too. Because he was Sirius her so hatred friend and they were starting something together. She could feel it. This could work but she had to play her cards.

-A last question -she demanded and he nodded her- You already knew I was your soulmate but you were flirting around?

This was something Sirius didn't expecting so he tried to look away from her and pretend like he hadn't heard her but Cheryl approached to him and made him look at her.

-Everyone knew it had been my birthday and the girls came to ask for the name. I told them it was neither of them.

-Good boy -she smiled.

-I'm not a dog!

-Really?

The two of them were actually smiling. Until Sirius took her by her chin and kissed her.

From the age of fourteen he searched for that feeling that only she gave him with their first stolen kiss and that no other girl gave him. Starting with the Gryffindors or the Hufflepuffs, nor the Ravenclaws, much less the Slytherins. There was nothing like kissing Cheryl Prett for Sirius. And this blessed time she didn't punched him for it, actually she kissed him back. And that was way better. When they parted to breathe she was trying to hold back her smile so he kissed her again and again and again 'till she was sitting on his lap and actually laughing with him.

-I'm your soulmate, Prett -he said with his sly smile- Deal with it.

-I'm pretty aware that you're my soulmate, Black. But I'm not gonna be easy with you -she warned him.

-I wasn't waiting anything else. What's your price?

-Take me on a date. A real one. And if I like it maybe I'll reward you with another one -she was acting like she was some important person and if this was nothing important but she was just playing around.

-That's a deal, Prett. You are a tough businesswoman. Let's make it official with a kiss.

She was laughing too much that he wasn't able to kiss her properly which make her laugh more. Even the nurse came out to scold them and seeing that Sirius was in a position to be doing that kind of thing, he could already hurry out of the infirmary. They run away from there first escaping from the nurse and then there was only Sirius chasing for Cheryl like when they were kids and one of them had stolen something from the other, but this time when he get her he pushed her carefully to the wall just to kiss her fiery. One hand on her waist, the other on her cheek, her hands throught his hair driving him crazy.

And when they parted looking for breath he looked at her, her chocolate hair was a mess because of the race and because of the make out session, her lips already red and tempting and her eyes filled with this new emotion he was willing to decipher. Because he've never seen Cheryl Prett so fucking beautiful. He was going to kiss her again when she put a hand on his cheek and her thumb ended on his lips. He stopped right there.

-I think we're going to wait a little bit for this-she said looking between his eyes and his lips.

-We have to? -he asked making her giggles.

-This isn't gonna be our first date.

-Why not? We're alone, we just talked about really deep things, we laughed together -with every new thing he said he was approaching more and more to Cheryl and she was about to not be able to hold it.

-I'm serious -she said but he was looking at his lips- Not at least our first date.

-You're though, Prett -he moved away from her just a little and she was already missing him but he was smiling with that playful smile- Just a last kiss before our date?

She still was on the wall, his hands were on her and his eyes were devouring her while his lips were catching her attention without efforts. She was so intoxicated by him and she was willing for it. So she just nodded because she didn't trust her own voice. Sirius's smile grew bigger with that.

-Jump -he whispered but she was so focus on his lips for actually heard him.

So when Sirius's hands took her by his legs and lift her up she screamed and instinctively wrap her arms around him as he sees to it that her legs are positioned in the correct way to wrap around his waist. They both laughed at Cheryl's scream but them Sirius cut it off leaving no space between their bodies, leaning more against the wall until he couldn't take it anymore and kissed her again. But this was more deeper, more intense, more slowly that the others and it was driving both of them crazy.

-Where's my name, Prett? -he asked panting for breath, resting his forehead on hers.

-I'm not going to tell you -she smiled and he had to stop himself from kissing her again because damn he had caused her lips to take on that shade of red and she knew he was on the verge when she ran her tongue over her lower lip.

-But I want to see it before it leaves you -he begged on her ear.

-I will take a picture for you -she teased without falling into his game.

-You are a tough businesswoman -he just sighed setting her down carefully stopping to put a lock of her hair behind her ear and then looked at her with a simple happy smile- I really like you, Cheryl.

-Save it for our date, Black. What are people going to think? -but she was smiling and actually blushing and he didn't need an answer just right now.

-'Till our date then, Prett -he leaned to kiss her red cheek.

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centhands · 5 years

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Truth or Dare - Noah Centineo Smut

AN: OK YA’LL, SO I haven’t written a fic or one shot in about, oh god I don’t know, SEVEN FUCKING YEARS?!?!?!?!? I was all about hazza back in the day but tbh there is some SERIOUS DIRE NEED for NOAH FUCKING CENTINEO SMUT on here and I cannot believe I wrote one?? Just spent the last 3 hours on it, instead of sleeping. It might be bad but idk it’s at least ONE MORE NOAH SMUT SHOT?? Idk :///// lemme know what you think!! It’s super long pls bear with me I TEND TO ALWAYS WRITE NOVELS OH GEE LOOK AT THIS LONG AF AN!!

TLDR: you’re about to play truth or dare (kind of?????) with Noah fucking Centineo. PLEASE SIT DOWN BC FILTHY SMUT IS ON THE WAY!!!! Hope you enjoy, let me know if you do!! (Pls message me I need friends and followers on tik tok, jk, only jking about tik tok, I really need friends

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You gazed at the clock once again, for the what was actually the thousandth time that night. 11:00PM on the dot. To make matters worse, it was a Friday. Not only could you not fall asleep for shit, but the daunting thought of being home alone on a Friday night, only made your insomnia worse.

You sighed as you rolled out of bed and walked lazily to your living room. As you plopped down on your couch, you decided to open up Instagram. While scrolling through your feed, you happened to notice you had a message notification. You clicked on it and instantly a smile lit up your face. A photo of your best friend, and roommate, Noah, with a sad, puppy dog face and a pair of nerdy 3D glasses. The simple message is what really did you in. “Wish you were here. Xo.”

You and Noah had been best friends for the last five years and have been living together for two. You’ve loved him since you met him. His gorgeous eyes, his toned body, his adorable, dorky smile, his hearty laugh. It all made you melt.

You were completely in love with him and he had no fucking clue.

It was absolutely frustrating, to be quite honest. At times, you get so fed up that you just want to pack up, leave, and go start over somewhere else, hoping you’ll forget all about Noah Centineo. Forget all the times he hugged you tightly and wiped your tears away as you cried. Forget all the movie and dinner dates you had gone on, one of the best parts being your spitball fights. Forget all those times he’d tell you he could never sleep, and he’d ask you to just lay with him until he dozed off, saying he just needed a quick cuddle before bed. Forget all of the little, most adorable, seemingly insignificant (but actually meant the whole world to you) moments you both had shared together. But you knew there was no way that could or would ever happen. You were absolutely smitten.

You noticed he had sent that message over two hours ago. His guy friends had declared it their “Boys Night Out” and decided to go see a thriller 3D film. He looked so cute in those glasses..

You felt your phone buzz and noticed Noah had just texted you.

“Hey, you up? Be home in five. Let’s hangoutttttttttttt! :) Movie sucked. Should have just stayed home with you and watched Clueless for the 18th time. That bad.” He wrote.

You scoffed and instantly replied, “How dare you insult Clueless. Not sure if I can hangout with assholes who insult classic chick flicks.”

“I’ll have you know I’m well versed in chick flick classics. If you can honestly call that a classic….. yikes.”

You laughed, as you typed your response. “You’re evicted. Goodnight.”

“The lease is in my name, love. Let me in little bo peep, I’m outside.”

“We don’t take our keys anymore, now?” You inquired, as he strutted through the door, popping his collar to perfect his extra sassy entrance.

“Nope,” he said, popping the P, “I have them. Just wanted to annoy you and get greeted by your lovely face.” He said, wearing his proud smirk.

“Well, that trip from the couch to the front door made me tired. I’m going to bed,” You jokingly said, turning around to play into it.

“Noooooooo,” he whined, running over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you, “Be nice to me!”

You felt yourself getting weak in the knees, your head spinning and your stomach churning. You didn’t know how much longer you could possibly put off kissing this boy. Especially when he put on his cute act like this. He could be so sarcastic one minute and so fucking cute the next. How were you supposed to control yourself?

“Okay, okay,” you said laughing, collecting yourself after what felt like an hour but had only been a few seconds. “What should we do?”

“I think it’s been quite a while since a proper game of “Truth or Dare”, wouldn’t you say, (Y/L/N)?” He asked, winking at you. Oh, this fucking boy.

“Of all things to do on a Friday night at 11:15, you want to play Truth or Dare?” You asked, giving him only slight fake tude, crossing your arms over your chest while smiling at him.

He grinned. “As a matter of fact, I do. Sit down. I’ll start.” He finished, patting the spot next to him on the couch.

You rolled your eyes but listened anyway, getting comfy next to him while you waited for him to start.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” Noah asked, staring at you intently.

“Truth.”

“Do you still sleep with your nightlight?”

“Um, DUH! You know it gets way too dark in our apartment with these dark ass curtains you picked! I refuse to be tortured because you like to sleep in and not know the sun has risen!”

“That was obviously a touchy subject. My girl thinks the curtains are too dark. Noted.” He laughed as he spoke, obviously getting a kick out of you. He always did.

He would randomly throw in the, “My girl,” comment whenever you would get a bit snarky with him. He always pointed out how you two were already like a married couple. The playful banter would sometimes solicit him making those couply jokes, and as much as they made you melt, you would also realize it didn’t mean what it did to you, to him.

“Hello! Earth to, Y/N! It’s my turn!”

“Sorry. Uh, tr-Truth or dare, Noah?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to go ding dong ditch someone on the 5th floor.” You said, looking down at the ground.

“Y/N, you’re so boring. And I’m way too cozy to be getting up for something so childish right now,” he smirked. “I might as well give myself a dare.”

“Well, why don’t you go on then, Mr. Too Cool For Lame Dares?” You chuckled, looking at him now.

He suddenly got a little more serious, which you knew meant business. He was always lighthearted and happy go lucky. Of course when situations called for it, he was an absolute rock. He gave the best advice, best pep talks and words of encouragement, and you always felt like you had someone on your side. Something must have been weighing on him.

He licked his lips before he spoke. He started slow, “Alright then,” he said, letting out a small nervous, and slightly unsure laugh. “I…. I Dare myself to kiss you, Y/N.”

“You.. what?” Had you heard him right?

“I dare.. I fucking dare myself to fucking kiss you. It’s all I’ve been wanting and needing. This has literally been on my mind for way too long now and it’s driving me crazy. You’re driving me crazy,” he rambled on, his eyes fixated on you for your reaction. “I can’t keep pretending like every time I see you, or every time we hug that I don’t just wanna hold your face and kiss the fuck outta you,” he finished.

You were stunned, mouth open. Speechless, really.

He cleared his throat, his voice sounding much raspier, and sexier, as he reinstated, “So, as long as you’re okay with it and maybe want that too, I dare myself to kiss you.”

“Noah.. I-Uh.. okay,” you silently answered, looking at him with big eyes. You didn’t know how to react, you were worried it was some kind of joke. It didn’t seem real. This handsome, amazing guy, wanting you just as much as you wanted him?

“Okay,” he breathed out a laugh; his breath had hitched as he answered.

He kept his eyes on you as you both slowly leaned in. You closed your eyes and the instant you did that you felt his lips on yours and honestly, you could have cried. Everything felt so right and everything was hazy. You felt yourself get more comfortable and more into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands found your face, as he pulled away from you for a second, eliciting a quiet whimper from you.

“I cannot begin to express how long I’ve wanted this for. And I really cannot explain how beautiful I think you are. Everything about you, Y/N. You’re all I think about. All I thought about while watching that dumb movie was how small and delicate your hands are, how good your hair smells, how your smile literally lights up my day.” He then dropped the contact from your eyes to your neck as he dipped low and kissed your sweet spot. “How badly I want to be with you,” he continued on, sucking your neck a little bit this time. “How badly I need you.”

“Oh Noah,” you moaned, “I want you too. I want you to be mine. I want to be yours. I need you. I really fucking need you.” You were panting at this point, as he was still sucking your neck. You weren’t sure how but you realized at this point your fingers were wrapped between his curls and his breath was shaky against your skin.

“Fuck love. Are you sure you want this? I promise I do, I just want to be sure this is what you want too. I just want you happy, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you from the moment I met you, and I’ve been so nervous to fuck this up. I can’t lose you,” he said, looking back into your eyes, searching to make sure you were okay with what was about to happen.

His words had reassured you, and you finally felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. You gently kissed him, and felt him get into it, lips lightly caressing yours, tongue skimming your bottom lip. You pulled away to say, “I’ve never been so sure, Noah. I’m in love with you too. Always have been. Pretty sure I always will be. Kinda hoping that’s not too honest, but I’m just trying to keep it real,” you laughed a bit.

Noah laughed too, and replied, “You silly, silly girl. You think that honesty of yours isn’t one of the main reasons why I’m so head over heels for you? You’d have thought that in the five years you would have picked up a clue on one of my many obvious signs. Dork,” he teased.

Before you had a moment to retaliate, his hands wandered to your hips and he pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever received. He kissed you so gently, yet so fervently, you felt your body turning to mush. He slightly tugged the tips of your hair and you moaned into mouth, allowing him access to slip his tongue in. His warm tongue glided over yours and softly caressed yours. He made you feel so fucking sexy by just kissing, you couldn’t imagine how he could make you feel kissing other parts of you or doing other things with other parts.

You’d only hoped you’d ever be able to find this out. It was your lucky fucking day.

You shifted your body to lay more into him and rested your hand in his lap, only to hear him let out a guttural moan. You’d been so into the heated kiss you hadn’t realized you were a bit further into his lap than you thought and you’d been grazing his dick.

This time, you smirked at him, and went right back in for the kiss, slightly palming him through his jeans, feeling him getting harder with each second that passed by.

“Fuck, Y/N, you make me fucking crazy. You make me feel so good,” he half whimpered, his voice, and his cock, straining.

“C’mere,” he muttered, easily picking you up and shifting you onto his lap. “That’s better,” he grinned cheekily, his hands now resting on your ass.

He put his hand behind your head and pulled you in for another hot kiss. He had one hand resting on your ass, and his other was used to tangle your hair around his fingers. He deepened the kiss by adding his tongue, and you felt your panties absolutely pooling. You needed friction and you were quite sure he definitely wouldn’t mind some.

You stood up, having to break the kiss and having Noah pout at you, to take off your pants. You went to get back on Noah, but he grabbed you gently to stop you. “Tsk, tsk,” he tutted at you. “I believe you’re still wearing too much clothing down there,” he said, pointing to your panties.

“Well, don’t you think the person who has a problem with them, should be the one removing them?” You quizzed, your voice sounding extra sultry and turning Noah on even more so if possible.

“That’s definitely,” he started, getting on his knees in front of you, his head right below your waist, “Not a problem.”

As he finished his sentence, you were a bit confused, but that only lasted a second. He made his way to the elastic band of your panties and locked his teeth into it, pulling them completely off, and pulling you back onto his lap, in one slow, seductive yet swift move.

“That’s better,” he sexily smirked, once again resting his hands on your, now bare, ass.

You decided to be the bold one, and begin to move on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Slowly grinding down on his hardened cock over his jeans, the pressure feeling absolutely out of this world on your clit. You could tell Noah was into it too. Besides his hooded eyes resting directly on your face and his soft moans, his hands were pushing your ass back and forth on him and slightly down a bit, so it felt better for both of you.

You started slow, yes, but fuck, Noah was fucking packing and you couldn’t help but pick up the pace. You started grinding your hips faster, and that still wasn’t enough. Noah felt that you needed more so he pressed down a bit harder and pushed you a bit quicker back and forth over his cock. You couldn’t help but stare down at where your clit was rubbing his jeans and notice the big wet spot pooled on his pants. It felt so dirty, so raw, so fucking hot. Noah’s hands travelled to your tits, as he started to squeeze while you kept your fast rhythm, humping your bare pussy over his jeans.

“Fuck, Y/N.. I feel- I feel you through my jeans. You’re soaking. I need your shirt off. Now. Fuck,” he strained, his voice so raspy and needy.

He removed your shirt quickly, and proceeded to finally remove all of his clothes in one take. You took to your new found favorite place, yet again, on his lap and slowly lowered yourself onto him. You started grinding on his cock again, teasingly slow. The instant your dripping pussy touched his tip, he let out a moan from his belly, a long, dragged out, “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

He flipped you over so you were beneath him on the couch. Both of you were silently thanking yourselves for deciding to purchase the couch from Ikea that turns into a flat sofa, big enough to be a bed.

He brought a finger to your mouth, in which you happily obliged and allowed him to put his finger tip in and you began to suck on it. He watched you from above, his mouth in a slight “o” shape, precum leaking from his dick from being so fucking goddamn turned on by you.

He removed his finger from your mouth and brought it between your legs and toyed with your slit, expertly gathering up your juices, and slowly bringing his fingers to your clit to rub circles.

“Noah, just like that. Right there. Feels so— yeah, feels so fucking good, Daddy,” you said, trying to wind him up. You had called him it as a joke previously one day during another playful fight, and he tensed up for a bit and shortly went to his room after. You now had a slight hunch as to why.

“Oh my god, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” He moaned, slipping a finger between your folds and then slowly entering your warm, wet, pussy. “You’re so fucking tight. God, I can’t wait to feel my girl wrapped around me. You’re gonna feel so good, love. I’m gonna make you feel so. Fucking. Good.” As he finished his sentence he gave you a couple of nice pumps with his fingers, as he added another one in somewhere along the way and it only heightened your pleasure.

You were a moaning mess and needed him. You weren’t beneath begging. In fact, it turned you on. You wanted Noah to have his absolute fucking way with you.

“Please, I need you Noah. I need you,” you whimpered, feeling his dick now pressed between your folds, slowly grinding up and down on your swollen clit.

“Mmmm, my girl is so polite right now, isn’t she?” He toyed, moving his head down to suck your nipple whilst staring at your eyes.

“Please, Noah. I need to feel your big dick inside me. I need you to fuck me so good that I can’t fucking walk after. I need you to be so deep inside me that all I know is you and your name. I need you to cum for me. Please,” you begged, whimpering as he was still sucking, and now moaning, on your tender nipples.

“You don’t have to fucking ask twice. Especially when you sound so sexy begging for me, love.” He stated, bringing his lips closer to your ear, “I’m going to be the best fuck you’ve ever had. You won’t remember anyone before me, and there certainly will be no one after me, I’ll make fucking sure, love. Grab my shoulders, babe. Or pull my hair. Your call,” he whispered, sucking your ear lobe at the end of his cocky speech. It only made you that much more soaked. You were dripping on his thigh that had been pressed between your legs during the duration. He also noticed this, as he said, “Mmmm, I love feeling you on my thigh. You’re fucking drenched.”

“All for you,” you whispered, totally out of breath at this point. How the fuck did you end up here, naked, under your best friend who you’ve been in love with for all these years, whose also naked and has just professed his love for you, as well? Um, WHO FUCKING CARES, WE GOT HERE!

He slipped a condom on and positioned himself at your entrance. “Like I said, let your hands roam wherever they choose. I’m gonna take you on the ride of your fucking life, princess.”

He slowly entered you, neither of you being able to contain the moans that erupted in your bellies. “Shit,” Noah whimpers, as one of his hands grabs onto the end of the couch, the other around your waist, “You feel so amazing. So warm, so wet. So. Fucking. Tight.”

He was all the way inside you, balls fucking deep. He slowly slipped back out and all the way back in, his cock caressing your insides and making you feel as though you could already cum all over him. You had your head in his neck as he continued pumping himself in and out of you, and you started sucking on his neck.

“Yeah, fuck, that feels so good. You feel so good. Fuck. I can’t believe we waited this long. I love you so much, Y/N. My god, fuck. You’re so fucking tight for me.” Noah said, panting after every other word.

“Oh, I love you too. So much. Shit, yeah Noah! Oh my god, right fucking there, Daddy! You feel so fucking good. Your big cock all the way inside my pussy, you get so fucking deep. My god, go faster. Yeah. Please, please keep fucking going,” you moaned, your voice definitely raising an octave.

“Fuck,” Noah whimpered, pumping faster to keep up with your demands, as he locks eyes with you, his mouth completely open as he slams in and out of you while keeping his fast pace. The couch is shaking and it’s only elevating the sex appeal of the entire situation.

Noah can tell you’re getting close, and he’s feeling like he could bust at any second, so he brings his fingers down to rub fast, hard circles on your clit, while he pumps quickly in and out of you.

“Fuck, Noah, yes. Oh my god, yessssssss! Keep fucking going, just like that,” you yell, turning Noah on more and more with each second that passes. He feels as though he can combust just fucking watching you. You’re absolutely perfect.

“Yeah, you like when I’m fucking you so hard and playing with that pretty pussy of yours? You like when I take care of you huh, my girl? I want you to let me know how fucking good you feel. Let everyone in the building know who’s making you feel this good, love. Cum on my cock, Y/N,” he panted and moaned, sounding just as close to his release as you were.

“Yeah Noah, you make my pussy feel so fucking good. Right there, you’re hitting my spot fuck. I’m gonna cum all over you, fuck. Oh fuck, yeah please, oh my god I’m cumming, Noah!” You yelled, definitely loud enough for all of the neighbors on the 7th floor to know exactly what you’re doing and whose doing it to you. You released all over him, your ears ringing and legs shaking. Your body felt ignited in a way you’ve never experienced before. You wanted him to cum so bad. You needed to see him cum. Ultimately, you needed to be the reason he had to cum. “Fuck, Noah, please cum for me. I need to watch you fall apart on top of me. I need you to show me how good I make you feel. Let me know how much you love my pussy,” you panted, pushing him to his release and his thrusts getting sloppier.

“Fuck, you’re so filthy. My feisty, dirty girl. Who knew you had such a filthy mouth? You’re gonna make me cum, Y/N. Oh fuck, yeah love, fuck I love you. Oh, yeah, shit,” Noah moaned, voice literally raspier than ever as he slammed his hand down on the end of the couch, gripping it for dear life. You felt his cock twitch inside you and his face scrunched up while he moaned inaudible words and chanted your name and he released into the condom, still inside of you, locking eyes with you just as he had cum but he had to close his eyes from the pleasure being so intense.

His body collapsed onto yours, and you wrapped your arms around him, as you both came down from your highs. He was silently tracing shapes on your arm while his head was resting in the crook of you neck, planting small kisses to the spots he had sucked on earlier.

As you both finally caught your breaths, he lifted his head and caught your eyes. He raised his hand to brush away a piece of hair that clung to your sweaty face, as he sweetly and softly laughed.

“I can’t believe I went to that dumb fucking movie and came home to tell you how in love with you I am,” he said, smiling down at you.

“All thanks to a solid game of truth and dare that hardly took off,” you chuckled, staring right back into his gorgeous, sweet eyes.

“Shit,” he said, realizing you hardly got through the game. He smirked, “Y/N, truth or dare?” He asked, as he grabbed your hand.

“I’m too tired for another one of your kind of dares.. Truth,” you said, snorting as you laughed.

He kissed you gently before placing his lips at your ear and whispered, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

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As the finishing bars of The Christmas Song floated through the air, Piper closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She hates this time of year. The whole world won’t let her forget that this month was supposed to be filled with happiness and family and cheer and love. Piper’s December was not filled with any of that. It was a time filled with triggers and anxiety and fights and loneliness.

She rarely went home to visit her family. All that ever happened was hurt. They hurt her. She’d sometimes hurt them back. No one was happy when she was home so she cut down the visits to once a year- at Christmas.

Harry has tried to convince her to just spend Christmas with his family. He would do the cleaning. His mom would do the cooking. His sister would do the presents. Piper could just do the drinking. But Piper knew she would never hear the end of it from her mom and sister if she didn’t go home for a bit.

So home she went. She drove the few hours to see her family and it was fine for about 24 hours. Piper was shocked at who broke the peace this time, though. Her younger sister was playing her Christmas music at full volume and the song was one that brought all of the shit of Christmases past right to the surface. Piper could feel the anxiety attack coming.

“Can we just turn down the music? Or turn it off?” Piper turned away from her sister. Piper reached toward the volume control on the stereo.

“God, why did you even come home if you were going to be such a killjoy?”

Piper’s head snapped around to look at what she expected to be her mom, but no. It was her sister saying those things to her.

“Everything has to be just like you want it, doesn’t Piper? You’re just like mom.”

Piper couldn’t talk as her sister just turned the music up, making it heard throughout the house. The tears welled up in Piper’s eyes and she turned the knob down. Her sister pushed her and turned the knob back up.

“God, just go home.”

So Piper did. She hadn’t wanted to come in the first place- she was guilted into it, just like every other year. She silently grabbed her bag and started walking out the door.

“You can’t even spend Christmas with us? You hate us that much?” Her mom’s voice hit her ears. Piper didn’t even bother stopping. She was too upset to be effective like her therapist taught her. Whatever Piper said would be twisted and turned around. She was starting to wish she had taken Harry’s offer.

She closed the door behind her and got in her car. She pulled away from the driveway before she let the tears fall. She refused to let them see her crying again because of their words. They didn’t need more ammunition. She cried the rest of the way back to her apartment.

Persephone, her little tortoiseshell kitten, came bounding over to her, the little bell on her collar tinkling. She made little squeaks to show her confusion. Mom had set out food for a few days and took her bag, which usually meant a few days of ruling the house for the small cat.

“Hi, little miss. I know I’m home early but I just missed you too much to stay away, Sweet Girl,” Piper scratched the cat’s belly as she flopped over at her mom’s feet.

Piper set her bag down and picked up the cat to really give her some love. When she started wriggling in Piper’s arms, she put her down and went to change.

Harry had left his forest green pullover at her place before they both left to visit family. She picked it up. It still smelled like him. She took off the nice outfit she had put on for the Christmas Eve festivities and pulled the oversized sweatshirt over her head. Pulling the sleeves over her hands and putting them up to her face, she inhaled deeply. Even from miles away, Harry was bringing her some comfort on this awful night.

She grabbed her blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her as she walked back to the couch. Persephone cuddled up right next to her as she turned on the shitty reality tv show she had been watching on Netflix. Piper just wanted to forget what happened and drown her sorrows in drag queen drama.

About 20 minutes into the episode, her phone began buzzing. At first, she ignored it. It was most likely her mom wanting to chew her out for leaving. It finally stilled. Then the phone buzzed again. It was Harry trying to FaceTime her. She slid the grey circle to the right, not even bothering to unwrap her head from the blankets she burrowed into earlier.

“Lovey! I proper miss ya, don’t I? Been chatting me mum’s ear off about it so I figured I better call ya instead!” Harry kept going, “She and Gem are making cookies and I snuck away to call. I can’t wait for you to try- wait. Are you on your couch?”

Harry’s mom and sister had come over from the UK to visit Harry. They were staying at a hotel near his tiny one-bedroom apartment near campus. That’s why he had wanted her over so badly, to just stay home this year.

“Yeah.”

“But I thought- shit.”

“Harry watch your language while your mother is here!” Anne called from the next room.

Harry rolled his eyes. Piper just stayed quiet. Harry knew Piper didn’t get along with her family, knew that she only went home once a year for a reason. It didn’t take much for him to connect the dots.

“I’m coming over.”

“Harry, no. Your family is there to see you. I’m fine. Just go help with the cookies.” There was no way she was letting him come over and ruin his family time.

“We don’t need him messing up our cookies. Please let him over, just for our sakes!” Gemma’s face appeared on the screen. Harry looked at his sister horrified, then back at Piper.

“Even though that was mean, it doesn’t change the fact that I am still coming over.” And with that, the call ended.

Chuckling, Piper shook her head. Anne was not going to let Harry out of her sight on Christmas Eve. They had come in from across the ocean. No way.

So when the door starting opening 10 minutes later, she was confused. Her head popped up over the back of her couch to look at the door and Harry busted out laughing. She was all wrapped and bundled in her blankets, much like a burrito, and just her eyes and nose were visible over the couch.

“Anne wasn’t supposed to let you leave.”

“You’re practically her second daughter. No way in hell she wasn’t going to let me come see you.” He smirked at her, “Plus I’m an adult so I can do whatever I want.”

“You trying to tell me or yourself?”

“Heeeeeyyy!” Harry whined as he walked over to her nest on the couch. He picked up her legs so he could sit down, putting them over his lap when he settled.

“What did your mom do this time?”

“It was my sister, actually. Told me I was just like mom,” Piper said quietly, looking at her twisting fingers.

“What the fuck,” Harry sat up from his lounged position, “That’s literally what you’ve been working on in therapy for years. You are the furthest thing from being your mom. She’s the one being like your mom!” His voice started to rise. Piper started to shrink. Harry checked himself when he saw this. “Sorry, lovey. I just can’t believe she would say that to you. No matter what happened.”

Piper smiled the beginning of a smile, her right cheek lifting with the corner of her mouth. Harry was so protective of her therapy work, of her.

“Harry, it’s ok. I’m ok. I left before it got worse.”

“Allison is gonna be so proud. I’m proud.”

Piper’s cheeks got warm. They were definitely reddening. She’d never get used to the pride that her therapist and her best friend offered her consistently. So Piper just snuggled into Harry’s side as Harry’s tattooed arm pulled her closer.

“Have you seen the space challenge in this season yet? The challenge twist was insane!”

And with that, they watched the drag queens as they battled it out. After an episode and a half, Piper turned the television off.

“Hey! The next episode is the best one in the season,” Harry whined.

“Harry, you need to go spend time with your family. So get your cute ass up and leave.”

Harry just frowned at her as she got up from the couch. The blankets fell in a pile around her feet. His eyes widened as he took in her pant-less state. Her, Harry’s, sweatshirt rode up her thighs as she stretched. Harry looked away. Piper pulled the sweatshirt back down.

“Sorry,” she murmured. Harry stayed quiet, still not looking at her. She figured he was annoyed with her wearing his sweatshirt so she hurried to change. “I’ll get this off so you can take it with you when you leave.”

Piper rushed to her room, spooking the sleepy kitten on her bed. She found some jeans and a comfy shirt to throw on as Persephone got up and stretched her little legs and then resettled.

Piper went back out, pullover in hand. Harry was still sitting on her couch, head in his hands. He looked up when she stopped in the doorway.

“You’re gonna freeze, love. Put the pullover back on so we can go,” Harry told her as he stood.

“Go?”

“Yeah. Go. Back to my place.”

“Harry I’m not intruding on Christmas with your family.”

“Not intruding, babe. Never intruding,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around her and looking down at her with those green eyes. And that’s how somehow she ended up with the sweatshirt on and back at Harry’s apartment, his mom and sister twittering around her.

“Oh, you’re even prettier than Harry said!”

“Your necklace is just the cutest!”

“We have been dying to meet ya!”

“Come get some cookies!”

“Did ya eat yet? Harry get her a plate.”

Piper didn’t even have time to be overwhelmed with the women. They gave her food and drinks and hugs. They asked her how her masters was going, all about her work in the schools, how her tiny cat was doing. It was like catching up with her oldest friends.

Harry had planted himself right next to her and refused to move all night. He constantly had a hand on her: an arm around her shoulder, a hand on her leg, fingers twisted with her own. Piper was used to the affection- Harry was always so clingy. But tonight it was more than the usual. She figured he was just happy his family was here and tipsy on his red wine.

Around 11, Anne and Gemma started saying their goodnights and gave hugs all around.

“I’m making a full English tomorrow for breakfast so you better be here hungry,” Anne squeezed Piper tightly.

“Mum’s gonna proper spoil ya tomorrow,” Gemma giggled in Piper’s ear.

Anne whispered in Harry’s ear and his cheeks turned a dark pink before he kissed her cheek and ushered the women out the door.

“What’d she say?” Piper asked him.

“Nothing,” Harry shook his head and chuckled. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

“Ok, let me grab my phone and we can leave.”

“What? No. You’re staying over.”

“I’m not staying over when you’re family is getting here early. Especially on Christmas Eve.”

“It being Christmas Eve is all the more reason to stay.” He replied quickly, the smirk he wore turning it into a game.

“Your couch is covered in presents from your mom.”

“You’re taking the bed so that’s not an issue.” He smirked, thinking he was winning

“What about you?” This was Piper’s winning move. There was not enough room in this apartment for both of them.

“Well, I was taking the bed, too, actually.”

Oh.

The butterflies erupted in her belly. He wanted to share a bed. With her. They had spent the night at each other’s places before, but always on the couch or the floor in front of the Netflix marathon they were in the middle of watching. This was so different. They would be so close, bodies almost touching, all night. There was no way Piper would get any sleep if he were that close. She stood there, guppying her mouth open and closed. The glint in Harry’s eye told her that this was the reaction he was going for.

“Only if you’re ok with it, that is.”

“Yeah. No. Why wouldn’t I be fine with it? I’m totally fine with it.” She was rambling now. It was just making her butterflies worse.

Harry nodded his head once and started to lock up the front door. Piper took a deep breath. It was too shaky to bring her any comfort as Harry called over to tell her he was going back to his room to change. This did nothing to steady the shaky breaths Piper pulled into her lungs. She took one final breath and started back to the bedroom. With a small knock, Piper checked to see if Harry was decent.

“Come in, lovey,” she heard through the door. So she opened the door to find Harry ready for bed. Her eyes scanned from his slightly messy curls down the inked skin of his toned torso all the way to the grey joggers resting low on his hips. He was so beautiful that Piper almost let out a sigh.

“Looks like you’re overdressed. I thought you might want this so I pulled it out for you.” Harry pointed to the worn Rolling Stones t-shirt that Piper stole every time she could her hands on it. She smiled to herself as she picked up the shirt and held it gently in her hands.

“I’ll- um, well, I’ll let you change real quick.” He hesitated and then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Piper quickly switched clothing. Looking in the mirror hanging on Harry’s closet door, she tugged the bottom of the t-shirt down just a little more. It skimmed her thighs and the bottom of her panties were just peeking out. There was a small knock on the door before Harry stuck his head in and stopped. His eyes widened as he took in the girl standing in front of his mirror. He cleared his throat and Piper turned around, still tugging at the bottom of the borrowed shirt.

“It’s a little short,” she said quietly.

“Mmm,” was all he did to acknowledge her statement. He just looked at Piper.

“Well I’m getting kind of tired, so…”

This seemed to shake him awake, “Yeah, of course. I’ll get the lights.” Piper climbed into the right side of the bed while Harry switched off the overhead lights and plugged in the strand of fairy lights above the bed. He climbed in beside Piper and didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her. At first touch, Piper stiffened. Her skin tingled. But she relaxed into Harry’s touch when he placed a gentle kiss to her hair.

And that’s how they slept the whole night. With Harry’s arms around Piper and her cuddled into his chest.

Piper woke up to the sound of soft laughter and the smell of breakfast cooking. Piper quickly pulled on a pair of boxers she found in Harry’s drawers and walked out to the kitchen to Anne cooking at the stove, Gemma rummaging in the fridge, and Harry standing by the toaster.

Anne was the first to notice her, “Oh! Piper! Harry told me you’re a vegetarian. Gem is, too, so there are tons of things for you two to eat.” Piper smiled as she said her thanks. Harry looked over at her, face lighting up. He walked over to her and wrapped her in a hug. His tall frame towered over her as he whispered, “Ya look so cute in my clothes, lovey.”

Piper’s cheeks burned as she pulled away. She asked Anne for something to help with. She was tasked with cutting the bread for the toast that Harry was buttering. After their full English, the four started the present opening. Piper took over the job of photographer for the crew, capturing the reactions to each present and each sweet moment between the family members. She was shocked when the last two presents had her name on them. Harry handed them to her. One had her name printed in beautiful handwriting and the other had her name scrawled on it in Harry’s messy handwriting. Piper looked at the three people surrounding her, mouth agape.

“We hoped we would get to see you while we were out here so we got you a gift. I hope you don’t mind,” Anne told her gently. Piper opened the gift from the women with shaking hands. The paper opened up to a deep red leather-bound journal with her name pressed into the bottom right corner in a swirling script. A long satin ribbon was sticking out of the book, marking the first page. Piper spent way too much of her free time journaling, already filling up 3 journals this year. This was a perfect addition to her collection. She thanked the women with tears in her eyes.

“Of course, sweet girl! You’ve brought so much happiness to Harry’s life, it’s the least we could do. Harry told us you always have a journal with you and go through them so quickly.”

“My turn now,” Harry nudged the next gift toward her.

“I don’t have yours here,” Piper replied as she picked up the gift.

“Doesn’t matter, love.” Piper pulled the paper away and she was met with a box to open. She looked over to Harry with a confused look and he just nodded at her to keep going. She took the top off and gasped. Sitting inside were tickets. Tickets to her favorite artist. Tickets in the front row. The tickets she had tried so hard to get when they went on sale but sold out before she could get any. She had saved up for months to get these tickets. Piper looked up at Harry. He was just smiling, dimples popping. She couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

“Did I mess up, lovey? These are the ones you wanted, right? I got two so I could go with you, if that’s ok,” Harry worried.

Piper just nodded, trying to calm down her breathing. She threw her arms around his neck. He returned her hug, pulling her close and kissing her hair again. She drew away, wiping at her eyes.

“Thank you all so much.”

The rest of the afternoon was filled with giggles as they all cleaned up the aftermath of the gift exchange. Piper couldn’t remember a Christmas that she felt this loved and this cared for.

#Harry Styles #hary styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #harry styles x ofc

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“Signs and Bonds”

Part 7 of the collaboration between me and @robinshouseofwhump! In this one, Abel figures out a way to help Occuldous communicate, and Arron and Occie strengthen their bond. ) (note; Occie and Arron are around 19 years old)

"Occuldous, hey handsome, can you please talk to me?" Abel rubbed a thumb along the boy's cheek. It had been weeks since he found him, and he only seemed to get worse, to the point that he couldn't even look at the angel in the eye anymore.

Occuldous looked down and shook his head. I’m sorry, mutts don’t deserve words, I’m sorry Master. I’m sorry. He stared at his own shaky, twitching hands laying on the soft grey blanket Abel had given him, trying to hide his nervousness in studying his scars.

[[MORE]]

"That's ok bud. Would you like to watch a movie with me and Arron? You don't have to if you dont wanna." Abel lightly rubbed gentle circles on his back careful to avoid touching scars, he really just wanted Occuldous to relax. He was so tense and scared all the time.

He nodded, looking up briefly. He liked to sit with Arron and watch movies.

"There's those beautiful eyes." Abel smiled and gently lifted him up. Luckily, he'd been gaining weight, but he was still as light as a feather. "Do you wanna pick the movie tonight?"

He shook his head, trembling a little as Abel lifted him. He feared being dropped or thrown, even though he knew Abel probably wouldn't do that. Still, he clutched his blanket against his chest, trying to calm himself. Occie knew it stressed Abel when he panicked and he didn’t want to stress him.

"Shhhh, there there bud. I got you." Abel kissed the top of his head and gently carried him to the couch.

He nodded, trying to still his trembling body, relaxing a little more when he could nestle down on the couch. It was so soft… Hugo never let him on the furniture, and Abel had had to convince Occuldous that it was allowed and safe. It felt good, laying on the ground was painful with how thin and battered he was.

"There, all comfy bud?" Abel smiled as Arron sat down next to Occuldous. "Do you want popcorn? Soda?"

"I can get it for you Occie! Whatever you want." Arron squeezed his hand, he was glad Occuldous was back… but… he wasn't really the same one he knew.

Occuldous just nestled into Arron’s lap, holding his hand. He sighed. He was content like this. He didn’t need anything really.

"You're soft…" Arron's face turned a bit warmer as he ran his other hand down the boy's bare back. "You pick or me?"

Occuldous shrugged a little, smiling at Arron. He liked when Arron strokes him, he was so careful around his scars and healing wounds that his touch never hurt.

"Haha, Steven Universe it is!" Arron giggled as he took the remote from the table and pressed play. Occuldous could never understand why Abel would give the two so many choices, like choosing what they eat or what to watch or when to sleep or what to do. It was scary, having all this freedom. He always feared making the wrong choice and the punishment that could follow. But at least right now he had Arron, with his warmth and wonderfully kind touch.

They eventually settled in, even Occuldous, whose labored breathing turned into soft inhales and exhales. He felt at peace, with Arron's skin against his, and the feeling of his heartbeat on his chest.

He touched Arron’s head hesitantly, nudging “Thank you.” across his mind.

"You're the best Occie," The demon couldn't help but hug him, his heart was on overdrive.

The season eventually ended, and the two just laid there, quiet, peaceful. Occuldous snuggled against him and sighed softly, closing his eyes to sleep.

Morning came, the sun shone through the blinds of the window, onto the two boys. Back in bed if course, the Starwitch never knew how Abel could get them in bed without waking him up.

Occuldous sat up and went to the window, he liked to look outside at the people and their vehicles far below them. It made him feel big, a rare sensation to the boy.

"Sleep well handsome?" Abel smiled in the doorway. He forgot the angel was quiet when moving too. He could only nod in response.

"I think I have a solution to our little speaking problem bud. Would you like to try it?"

Occuldous nodded hesitantly, a little trembling running up his spine, hoping it wasn’t something harsh. He trusted Abel though, Abel only wanted to make him better.

"Come with me then, just you and me ok?" He held his hand out, beckoning him out of the room.

Occuldous followed him, his trembling intensifying. It’s ok, Master won’t hurt me, if he does it’s to make me better. It’s ok.

He led him downstairs, to an oak door, the office door. He was never really allowed in, Abel would just shoo him out if he ever went in there.

"You don't need to be afraid starlight, I won't hurt you." Abel let a firm hand grip the boy's shoulder gently. "You're safe here, remember?"

He sniffled and nodded, still shaking. Master just wants to make me good. He stared down at the ground.

He brought the boy inside a large, well lit room. On the left, was a bookcase that covered an entire wall, filled to the brim with books from floor to ceiling. A couch, some lounge chairs, tables, and two desks filled the empty space in the center of the room. It always amazing to the boy, to see how many books there were.

"Sit on the couch bud, I'll grab the stuff."

Occuldous whimpered and sat down obediently, his mind racing at what the stuff could be. Nothing pleasant he was sure.

He came back with some books, papers, and a strange pair of gloves with lights on the end. "Here we are."

Occuldous whined at him, his eyes wide and confused. W-what is it?

"Have you heard of Sign Language bud?"

He shook his head, still whining and breathing rapidly. Please don’t make me talk, please? I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t…

"I'll show you." Abel lifted his hands up and maneuvered his fingers in the air, making eight different motions.

Occuldous tilted his head, watching him in confusion and interest. Abel does magic? He questioned silently.

"I just told you that My name was Abel"

With your hands? Occuldous looked surprised at his hands then back at his own shaky hands. He held them out to Abel slowly.

"Mmhm, do you wanna try?"

Occuldous nodded. He would be able to talk without speaking, like he could with Arron, but without the need for magic. He wanted to talk, he wanted to be able to communicate with them.

"Ok, then let's go over some basic signs."

Occuldous struggled to get his trembling fingers to shape properly, but he very proudly showed Arron the signs for “O-C-C-I-E” . He’d worked very hard to figure it out, at first he’d been nervous about getting it wrong but with Abel’s encouragement he had gotten more and more eager. And now he could sign his name!

"Woah! Thats so cool!" Arron clapped his hands eagerly. "Master taught you that?"

“Yes!” He signed, grinning from ear to ear. He knew his name and the signs for yes and no. He was absolutely ecstatic.

"I wanna learn! Can I learn with you?" Arron practically hopped up and down, and Occuldous nodded excitedly. Yes! Then you can understand too! He leaned on him, wiggling with excitement.

"What are you two doing?" The angel came out of nowhere and scooped the boy up from behind. "Showing Arron your signs bud?"

Occuldous froze at the sudden movement, his eyes wide and frightened. He nodded in answer to his question, but too spooked to move much more.

"You've been doing amazing starlight, don't you think so Arron?"

Arron grinned and nodded. “Now Occie can talk again!”

"Mmhm, we still have a lot of work to do though."

Occuldous whimpered softly. Please put me down? Please? I’m working hard, I promise. He didn’t like being held off the ground, it was dangerous, it hurt so much more to be thrown than it did to just be hit, and he was so small. Hugo used to pick him up by his collar or chains and throw him, he quivered, remembering the pain of being slammed into the wall or floor unable to beg or plead for it to stop.

"Occie, I'm not gonna throw you. I just wanted to pick you up, is that ok?

Occuldous swallowed nervously and nodded, holding onto Abel’s shirt tightly. I’m being good, I’m being good. Master is not upset. He won’t hurt me. He just wants to make me good.

"You're doing so well handsome boy, would you like to go out to dinner tonight?"

He looked up at him worriedly. He hadn’t been out of the house (except up to the roof) since he’d first come back. Going out made him nervous, he wasn’t sure what Abel would expect of him. Pets in public were expected to behave very specifically, especially in restaurants and he had never been a pet that was taken out for fun excursions.

"You don't have to bud, just wanted to ask. It'll be really nice too." He planted a gentle kiss on his forehead.

He took a deep breath and nodded. He would go, he would show Abel how grateful and good he was. Maybe Abel would give him treats as Mistress used to at her parties! He wiggled down and retrieved a pair of soft walking harnesses that he had found in the closet, a necessary part of any pet’s going-out wear and more humane than a usual collar. He gave the larger one to Arron and looked up at Abel hopefully. Can he come too?

"Arron can come little one, I don't mind."

He smiled and went to his room quickly to change into a better shirt and pants. He wanted to make Abel proud of him. He returned with a nice, though slightly too big, polo shirt and pants with no stains, and his harness on, looking up at Abel hopefully.

"My adorable little starlight." Abel smiled and gently buckled the harness in, taking care to be gentle around the scars.

Occuldous leaned against him, wanting Abel to stroke his hair, enjoying the praise.

"Good boy," Abel smiled and ran his fingers through the boy's curls. "Ready to go? Why don't you help Arron with his harness?"

Occuldous leaned into his hand, his eyes closing happily, and when Abel asked him to help Arron, he sat up immediately and went to help his friend. He picked up the harness and slid it on, buckling it in gently just like Abel did.

"Thanks Occie," the demon hugged him tightly, "I'm really glad you're here."

Occuldous smiled at his friend and nodded, gently bumping his unbroken horn against Arron’s. He was glad to be here too.

They arrived at the restaurant, only a few blocks from their home, it was on the smaller side but they had good food and it wasn’t too loud or busy. There were nice thick mats on the floor beside the chairs for pets to sit. Occuldous knelt peaceably at Abel’s side, leaning his head on Abel’s leg. He was surprised at how easy and non-stressful it was, there was no one being loud or scary and he could just rest peacefully beside Abel and wait for tidbits to be passed to him.

"I have a plate for you bud, you must be hungry huh?" The angel smiled, it was quiet, and it felt nice, but he would've felt better about them sitting at the table like he hoped.

Occuldous looked up at him, completely pliant and at peace. He felt comfortable in his place at Abel’s side, even more than he did sitting at the table at home. This is good. I’m being a good pet.

"Starlight, you ok?" Abel waved his hand in front of the boy, whose eyes were glazed over drastically.

Occuldous flinched back from the hand so close to his face. But he nodded, leaning his head on Abel’s leg, a little more attentive now, but still pliant and relaxed. I have to be good and listen. He reminded himself. He glanced towards Arron on Abel’s other side.

Arron was obviously less comfortable than Occuldous was, he kept shifting uncomfortably in the mat and he struggled to not cry. He could feel stares at him, they were malicious, and they wanted to hurt him in the silence that they were in.

Occuldous whimpered and reached out to hold Arron’s hand under the chair. He wanted Arron to relax, he wanted them to look good, to be good pets, so Abel will be proud. He rubbed the back of Arron’s hand gently, trying to make him calm down.

"S-sorry Occie… I-I-I ju-st do-n't l-like crowds…" The demon shook, this was a bad idea to go, he felt so vulnerable, around the eyes that stared at him intently and methodically. He wanted to go home, he wanted to expel the stress building up in his stomach, the lurching feeling in the air.

Occuldous took a deep breath and pushed calmness into Arron’s mind, slowly, carefully, wincing at the effort it took. It was like a wave, muting the frantic thoughts racing through Arron’s head, and the demon squeezed tightly to Occuldous's soft hand.

Occuldous squeezed his hand back, slumping forward from exhaustion. The magic was draining him quickly.

Of course, Abel noticed the stress that both boys were experiencing, gently petting both of their heads and got up. "I don't think this was a good idea, let's go home hm?" He quickly wrote a check and left it on the table. "I'll make you two some food when we get home."

Occuldous whimpered worriedly. He’d hoped he’d done enough that Abel was pleased but now they had to go home, and he’d be in trouble. He sniffled, wiping away tears as he followed Abel out. It wasn’t Arron’s fault he was so scared, but he could’ve at least behaved, Occuldous thought. I’m scared a lot, and I try to be good...

"Why are you crying starlight? I can get you food right now if you're really hungry." Abel gripped the leash firmly, he had his own fears about going out with the boys himself…

Occuldous just whimpered softly at him, looking up with big pitiful eyes. I’m sorry we messed up, I’m sorry Master. He sniffled, wanting to talk, to apologize and ask for another chance, but he stayed silent.

"Don't be sad, handsome, I'm so proud of both of you for trying." He gently bumped the boy, trying to cheer him up. "I bet that was pretty scary inside huh?"

He flinched and shook his head, he’d enjoyed it, it felt familiar. But he was so scared now, since the evening had been messed up by their behavior.

"Need help buckling in?" Abel opened the car door gently, helping the boys in the car.

Occuldous shook his head and buckled himself in with trembling hands. He tried to keep his breathing calm, and look relaxed, not wanting to stress Abel, but it was hard.

"You're doing amazing handsome." Abel started the car and soon they were on the road. The restaurant was luckily not far, one of the benefits of being in the city.

Occuldous managed to contain his panic until they got home. He waited until Abel was inside and settled in the living room before retrieving the wooden cooking spoon from the kitchen and offering it to Abel, hoping that by asking for punishment and acknowledging his mistake, he could avoid harsher punishment.

"Occuldous…." Abel started, but Occie looked up at him with pitifully hopeful eyes. Please? Y-you need to make me b-better. Please? I-i’m sorry, I-I’ll do better. I-i’m sorry, please, don’t be mad at Arron, I-I’ll take it, i-i should’ve been able to calm him.

"Occuldous, starlight, you don't need to be punished." He gently took the spoon away from the Starwitch and put it down on the table.

Occuldous whimpered at him. But we were bad, we didn’t listen… we made you have to leave… He offered him the spoon again and turned around, his arms crossed over his chest, a hand on each shoulder like he’d been trained.

"No, I'm not punishing you. You weren't bad.” Abel tried to assure the boy.

Occuldous turned back around and hesitantly leaned his head on Abel, whining softly. He didn’t understand. He’d been bad, he’d been bad and he should be punished for it, why wouldn’t Abel punish him? He fretted. Maybe a spanking was too light of a punishment, maybe Abel thought he needed more. He swallowed nervously, Abel had said not to do this, but Occie wanted to prove he knew he deserved punishment, he wasn’t trying to get out of it.

He placed his hand over a scar on his side, from one of the times the razor-tipped whip had lashed around and cut deeper that it should’ve, and pushed his magic into it, tearing it open again. He gasped softly, looking up at Abel searchingly, his dark eyes filled with panicked hope, a dark patch of blood blossoming on his shirt. I’m sorry, I-I know I-I b-broke a rule, b-but I-I… I-I didn’t want to d-drown! S-see? N-now y-you don’t have to punish me, y-you d-don’t have to do anything, I-I did it, ar-ren’t I-I a-aa g-g-go-od-d boy? He was shaking now, a little blood trickling from his nose that he quickly wiped away. He was twitching almost convulsively, his magic almost spent and his fear through the roof. A-a-am i-i-i a g-g-good-d-d b-b-boy? I-i-i t-try.. I-I-I w-want t-t-t-t-to b-be good.

A fury like no other rose in Abel's eyes, he'd never seen it before, and it was far more terrifying than he could imagine. He felt himself being grabbed by the wrist and drug back to the bedroom. Master was very very mad now, he didn't have permission to do that. He was bad, very very bad.

The soft duvet was the first thing he felt when he was practically thrown onto the bed from the doorway, and the angel stomped over like an angry giant. "How dare you Occuldous, how dare you hurt yourself like that!" Abel was furious, he was so scary, as his wings and halo appeared just as fiery as the glimmer in the angel's eyes.

Occuldous sobbed pitifully, curling up as small as he could on the bed, covering his head with his arms. I-I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry, i-I’m sorry. Master was furious, he was sure to be beaten and drowned now. I-I-I w-wanted t-to h-help! I’m sorry I’m sorry.

The angel loomed over the boy as he roughly grabbed his chin, the heat from his body almost hot enough to burn. "I want you to tell me, now, why you would do something so stupid!"

Occuldous whined, flinching away from the uncomfortable heat, he couldn’t make himself talk, he couldn’t force the right words out past the knot of fear in his throat as he looked up at the fuming angel. “S-sorry.” He managed to whisper breathily, almost wetting himself from the terror of being made to speak. “S-sorry m-Master.”

Abel's face softened slightly, and so did his grip. "Starlight, I don't want you to hurt yourself like that, it's wrong, very very wrong." He moved the hand from his chin to his cheek, cupping it gently. "You are worth so much more to me than a pet. I don't punish you for something as simple as being uncomfortable at dinner, or for talking, or not talking, or wanting food, I'm not like that."

Occuldous whimpered, still shaking, blood trickling from his nose, but it seemed the fury had passed and he was unharmed. He cautiously leaned into Abel’s hand, knowing he hadn’t earned being pet, but desiring it still. He didn’t understand why the angel didn’t punish him like his old masters, he didn’t understand why the angel hadn’t taken his fury out on him like Hugo, but he was grateful he hadn’t. His magic was spent and he was so weak.

"I do, however, punish you for self-harm." Abel frowned, he didn't like to do this to Occuldous, but he needed to learn not to do it, especially since this was his second time. "You're not leaving this room until tomorrow night."

Occuldous nodded obediently, some part of him was glad for the familiarity of punishment. Thank you Master, I-I’ll be good, I’ll be good. He forced himself to stay upright but slowly found himself leaning into Abel’s hand more and more.

"Good, but I want you to go get the medkit."

He roused himself and stumbled to the bathroom for the kit, forgetting what he was sent for when he arrived and returning with a toothbrush. He stared at it for a long minute, trying to process why he had grabbed it before handing it to Abel with a confused look on his face. What- what was I supposed to do? He couldn’t remember, his mind felt like he was lagging a few minutes behind his body. There was a faint roaring in his ears, like a distant train, slowly approaching.

"Occuldous, medkit I said, not toothbrush."

Occuldous blinked, taking another long moment to process what a medkit even was, before going back to the bathroom, this time returning halfway with the correct object before collapsing down on the floor and curling up to sleep.

Soon, Occuldous woke back up in bed, weaker than he felt, and with a splitting headache. He rolled over, he didn't wanna get up, he didn't wanna look master in the eye, he was still very bad. He’d fallen asleep without finishing what master had told him to do, and he felt awful and ashamed. He closed his eyes again and curled up smaller. He needed to recharge his magic.

The door opened, and a soft patter on the carpet was heard. The familiar feeling of a warm hand in his, Arron.

"Hey…. Master told me about last night."

He whimpered softly at him, letting his hand rest in Arron’s. Sorry. I made master upset...

"P-please don't hurt yourself Occie, I don't wanna lose you." Arron squeezed his hand tightly. "Please don't… for me?"

He rolled over to lay his head on Arron’s chest. If you behaved-. Occuldous shook his head, it wasn’t Arron’s fault. He was glad Arron could hear his thoughts, his magic was too weak to even push a thought to him if he tried.

".......are you mad at me?"

Occuldous hesitated then shook his head again.

"Well, I'm sorry if you are." Arron climbed in bed and laid next to the boy. "I can keep you company if you want."

Occuldous nodded, snuggling up against the warm demon. He was so cold, so very cold.

Peaceful silence for a bit, then a knock on the bedroom door.

Occuldous had drifted off to sleep then sat bolt upright when he heard the door, keening sharply.

"Can I come in starlight?" Abel said softly. "You don't have to let me."

Occuldous nodded, trying to get up to open the door. Still, his body was so weak, and he could barely stumble off of the mattress before falling to his knees in front of the door. Just in time for it to open. He whimpered, trying to stand back up, remembering that Abel didn’t like when he knelt in front of him.

"Occie, you shouldn't be out of bed." Abel knelt down in front of the boy. "Do you think you could eat breakfast?"

Occuldous still tried to stand and manage to sit up and nodded slowly, his body swaying in exhaustion. “Yes.” He signed, pitching forward, barely balancing himself before he fell on Abel.

"Woah there, how much magic did you use yesterday?" The angel gently lifted him up off the ground and held him tightly. "You must be tired still huh?"

He nodded, leaning against Abel. He was so tired, and cold, Abel was warm and it felt good to be in his strong arms, and they were still close enough to the ground that he felt safe. Being tossed across the room yesterday only increased his fear of being thrown, even though he had landed safely on the bed.

"Then I think its back to bed little one." Abel gently carried him to the mattress. "I'll bring you breakfast after your nap."

He whimpered softly. He was hungry, he needed to eat and to get out under the stars. He needed to recharge both his magic and his body.

"Occuldous, I'm still not happy with you after last night. If you're really good for me today then I'll let you and Arron sleep on the roof tonight. Is that fair?"

He nodded eagerly. Please?

"Then do what I asked Occuldous."

“Yes.” He signed and curled up under the blankets, closing his eyes to sleep.

The day went by very slowly, almost agonizingly slowly. Abel came in to feed him brunch, and snacks after a bit, but he still wasn't allowed out until just after 8.

Occuldous felt a little better after eating and he waited patiently to be allowed outside. He’d gone far longer without food or starlight before, but that didn’t mean he wanted to. Soon, the angel came back in, carrying pillows and blankets for outside, and Occuldous sat up, eager and curious.

"Its 8 o'clock starlight. Ready for bed?"

He nodded, carefully climbing out of bed and going to Abel’s side, who tilted his chin up with a soft hand.

"Occie, do you know why you had to stay in your room?"

He nodded and pointed at the neatly bandaged cut on his side. He looked up at Abel with big worried eyes.

"That's right, and do you think you learned your lesson bud?"

He nodded quickly, almost dizzying himself, and the angel embraced him tightly. "I love you Occuldous, you mean the world to me. I'm so so sorry for losing my temper, you didn't deserve that."

He leaned into his arms. It’s ok, I was bad.

"Arron has a surprise on the roof for you little one."

He looked up excitedly. Can i go see it now?

"Come on handsome, let's go."

Occuldous followed him, still a little lightheaded, but eager. He was gently helped up the stairs to the roof, where Arron was waiting on the bed piled with blankets.

Occuldous dove onto the large mass of softness, giggling with excitement as Arron sat beside him.

"Yay! You're here!" Arron smiled as Abel was seen going back down to the apartment

Occuldous grinned and hugged him tightly. Arron! He took a deep breath and turned his face towards the sky, his freckles glowing with starlight. “The Perseids are tonight!!” Occuldous was almost high with the amount of magic he was absorbing from the approaching meteor shower.

"Perseids?" Arron tilted his head, but looked up as the stars glowed brighter and brighter.

Occuldous pointed up at the shooting stars streaking across the sky. His eyes sparkled and danced in excitement.

"Woah! That's so cool!" The demon smiled, pulling the Starwitch close to him as they laid down and watched the sky light up.

Occuldous sighed, his face glowing still, his eyes closed. He was quivering with excess energy after an hour or two, the power overwhelming everything, making his feelings stronger. He pressed against Arron, mumbling softly, kissing and nibbling his neck a little.

"Hehe, stoooop Occieee," Arron giggled, it felt funny and tickled a bit.

Occuldous nuzzled him gently, nudging loving thoughts across his mind.

Occuldous sighed, his body ached but it a good way, like a runner’s high. He squeezed Arron’s hand tightly, staring up at the shooting stars.

"That...felt really good." Arron felt so relaxed, more than he could even think was possible.

Occuldous nodded in agreement, leaning his head on Arron’s, bumping their horns together. “It was the best.” It took almost no effort for Occuldous to push his thoughts towards Arron, as he laid partly on his chest.

They soon fell asleep together, nothing could ruin tonight.

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#whump community #whump blog #whump trope #whump scenario #whump #meet occuldous #caretaking #caretaker #punishment #tw self inflicted injury #arron and abel #implied sex sceen #the boyfriends love each other so much #occurron

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emeraldtawny · 5 years

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[500 Ficathon] Kyle x MC: Wrinkled Clothes

@coolandspice‘s request: Canon AU with the prompt “Unbuttoning or unzipping clothing.” ;3

The moon had reached its apex in the sky by the time you open the door to your bedroom, a less cognitive form slumping against you as he stumbles inside with you. You attempt to readjust your grip on him, but he remains uncooperative, instead slipping his arm further around your shoulders and leaning more of his weight onto you.

Thankfully, you reach the edge of the bed just before your strength leaves you, using the last of it to push your inebriated boyfriend onto the mattress. His body flops like a ragdoll and he lands face down, his limb sprawled out like a starfish.

“Itzz fin’ly overrrrrr” He mumbles against the mattress, his arms moving up to lean his head against, a sight that would be otherwise cute if it wasn’t from a drunken army doctor; at least, to anyone other than you.

You sigh, the sound punctuated by a soft laugh, “It may be over, but that doesn’t mean you can just fall asleep now.”

“Mm, sleepy. Comfy. Goodnight.”

“No, no ‘goodnight’, not yet.”

Kyle groans as you pull at his arm to flip him onto his back, his shirt which had somehow survived clean and unwrinkled the whole night now threatening to falter.

“At least take off your shirt so it doesn’t get wrinkles in it.”

“Mmmm…” Kyle’s forearm rests over his eyes to block out the light, but he otherwise remains unresponsive.

Aware of his unwillingness, you take matters into your own hands. Leaning over him, your fingers trace the seams of his buttoned shirt and pop one button free after another. As more of his pale skin is revealed to you, you’re acutely aware of how your gaze lingers over his prominently defined collarbone, the juxtaposed softer yet still shapely definition of his chest. Your eyes flit back up on their journey of his body’s secrets; the lines of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, his artistically carved jawline and--

And the wide, goofy grin that wasn’t on his lips before.

“What are you smiling at?”

His arm raises slightly so you can meet his gaze, the golden edge in his eyes emphasised with the assistance of alcohol. His easy jovial smile somehow widens as you pop the last button of his shirt open.

“Just at you thinking you were being sneaky gawking at me.”

“I-I wasn’t gawking!!”

His eyes narrow gleefully as yours widen in embarrassment. You go to pull away in a huff, but Kyle grabs your arm before you make it far.

“C’mon, ___. I was joking. But, you know, if you ever just want to look at me, you don’t even need to ask.”

“I’m going to smack you.”

Although you find yourself unwilling to commit to that threat with Kyle lying before you, chest fully exposed and looking up at you like a calendar model. His thumb strokes against your pulse point as he takes in your quickly reddening cheeks.

“Your face is super red. Whatcha thinking about?”

“...Shut up.”

With a proud chuckle that sounds too sweet to dispute, Kyle tugs at your wrist. You land on top of him with a gasp and his arms wrap tenderly around your waist. Hands naturally moving to press against his warm chest, you half-heartedly push him back.

“Kyle, come on. We need to change.”

“What do you mean? My shirt’s off.”

“Unbuttoned doesn’t mean off, dummy.”

“Heh, well you’re still wearing your clothes, y’know.” Kyle bats like the fancy red silk ribbon at your collar like a sleep-drunk kitten.

“Because of a certain someone refusing to take off his own shirt.” You pout at him from close range, your attempt at guilt-tripping only succeeding in returning the goofy grin to your lover’s lips.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Pressing a kiss to your hair, Kyle nuzzles his nose against your head and takes in your scent, a truly relaxed exhale ghosting out of him. Your desire to pull yourself free quickly dwindles with each passing second held in his loving embrace until you finally relent with a sigh, nestling your head into the crook of his neck and taking in his scent as he did yours.

(We can just iron them again tomorrow.)

Wrapped in each other’s comforting holds, you and Kyle relinquish consciousness for the deep depths of sleep, the warmth and safety you feel following you into your dreams and beyond.

#500 follower ficathon #ikerev #ikerev fanfic #kyle ash

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tommybaholland · 6 years

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A Natural (Tom Holland x Reader)

(this pic killeddd me and its not even mine)

Summary: the one where you and tom get into some reading together.

Word count: 3.5k of pure fluff for y’all

Warnings: i think there’s like one ‘fuck’ in here

You sat in your favorite spot on Tom’s grey couch in the comfort of his apartment, Tessa lying next to you with her head on your lap. You stayed up late, reading a book while waiting for him to come home. you were reading Beneath a Scarlet Sky, a novel that was going to be made into a film adaption with who other than your favorite boy to star in the lead role. you had only started it tonight, but you were nose-deep in Pino Lella’s compelling story and already almost 50 pages in.

Tessa suddenly shot up and jumped off the couch to go greet whoever was at the door. Tessa’s sudden movements made you jump a bit as well as you were too distracted by the words in front of you to hear the door actually open. you heard Tom greet Tess which followed by his footsteps from the front hall into the living room where you sat. you smiled when you saw him appear. he looked tired, as he had come home from a busy evening at a fashion event with some friends. You chose to stay home, wanting to wind down from your own busy past few days. you didn’t get up to greet him as you were too comfy in the corner seat of the couch.

“Hey,” you said, your smile still present on your face.

Tom didn’t reply but instead took his shoes off by the couch before walking over to where you were sitting and practically collapsing half on top of you, with his head on your shoulder and an arm around your midsection. you ran your hands through his soft, fluffy curls as his eyes closed. He finally spoke with that lovely voice,

“I missed you tonight, love”

“We missed you, too”, referring to you and tess, “his favorite girls”.

You picked up your phone, remembering the pictures you had saved of him earlier from tonight’s event. You found a picture that featured both him and Harrison.

“Aww look how handsome,” you paused to show him the screen, “Harrison looks. Oh, and you’re there too, Tom,” you teased. He scoffed and started to move away from you, showing that he’s a little grumpy from being out all night. You caught the sleeve of his orange hoodie, the same one he was wearing in the pictures.

“I’m only joking, tommy,” you reassured with a smile, “you look really good in this color,” you added, feeling the black stitching in the hem of the collar and hood. He smiled and leaned against you again, your hand immediately going back to his hair.

“Although, I don’t know why you hid this hair in a hat for most of the night. I like your hair like this,” you ran your nails through his scalp, “Free and natural.”

He sighed contently at the feeling of your hands in his hair. “Thanks, love. I dunno, it just looked unruly to me. Better to hide it than to try to fight it.”

You kissed the top of his head in response, breathing in his scent. You both sat in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company. His breathing slowed a bit, you thought he might’ve fallen asleep. But you were disproven as he broke the silence.

“What’re you reading?” he said, readjusting against you.

“Oh just a book that’s going to be made into, yet, another movie,” you replied, showing him the cover. “I wonder who they’ve casted as the lead?” you joked.

The boy looked up from you shoulder to see the cover and chuckled,

“Hmm i’m not sure but whoever it is, he’s probably very good-looking.”

“But surely not 6’0, as the character is described.”

He laughed again, sitting up and said,

“Well jokes on you because I met the real Pino Lella a little while ago and he said I remind him of himself during that time,” he said with a proud smile.

You rolled your eyes while he laid back down on you but smiled at his rebuttal and mused,

“Well i’m glad it’s you, squish.”

He smiled at the nickname you gave him, which made you reminisce about when you first called him the silly pet name, way back during the press junket for Spider-Man.

You and Tom were laying in bed one night, he was telling about a funny moment from an interview he had that day.

“Wow and they hadn’t asked you once about how you learned you got the role,” you point out, joking about how that question seems to come up in every appearance he’s done so far.

He laughed at your comment, and you looked at him lovingly. Before he could reply, you spoke softly.

“Your laugh is my favorite.”

He pulled you closer and gave you a short but meaningful kiss. When you pulled away, he nuzzled his nose against yours and said,

“You’re my favorite.”

After a few moments of basking in your little love bubble, you spoke up again.

“You’re squishy”

Tom looked at you, puzzled.

“What, love?”

“You know in Finding Nemo where Dory says like- oh what’s the line? ‘He is squishy and he will be mine and he will be my squishy’,” You recited, “You’re my squishy,” You said as you pinched his cheek.

He smiled real big, eyes crinkling, as he chuckled, “Well I’m honored to be your squishy, babe.”

“Will you read it to me?” he suddenly asked, breaking you out of your trance.

“You haven’t read it yet? You did get casted in the movie, Tom”

“Please, darling? I want to hear your pretty voice tell me the story,” he pleaded.

You didn’t really like reading out loud, as you didn’t like how your voice sounded when you read aloud. Or talked in front of a big group, unless you had the words planned out. You hated when you had to participate in large group discussions in school, especially when participation was a big grade. You had gotten better about public speaking in college and could give a ten minute presentation no problem but there was still some insecurity there, even with Tom, despite the fact you knew how he felt about you. Regardless, his encouragement helped, so you sighed and gave in.

“Should I start from the beginning?”

“How far in did you get?”

“Not far. About 50 pages.”

“Why don’t you just recap those pages for me and then start reading where you stopped.”

You agreed and began summarizing the beginning of the book, focusing on Pino’s carefree nature with his search for the perfect girl, falling in love with every girl he saw, but was enamored by one in particular, Anna. You hinted that his attitude would have to change as Nazi Germany was quickly overtaking Italy under Mussolini’s rule while the Italian people were waiting anxiously for the Allies to come and end the war.

You started reading and he attended to every word, even laughing when you tried reading in an Italian accent. you kept on reading until you had read almost another 50 pages with tom practically snoring on your shoulder. you ran your hands through his hair and kissed the top of his head, breathing in his scent.

“Tom. Toooooommmyyy. C’mon it’s time for bed,” You whispered as you gently shook his shoulder.

Tom slowly woke up and yawned but wrapped his arms around you tighter to squish you into his side. You smiled at the gesture but unraveled his arms from around you and took his hand to pull him off the couch and led him into his room. You were already in your pjs so you left him to undress while you went into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

When you returned, Tom was already under the covers almost fast asleep but left space for you to crawl in and snuggle beside him. As you climbed in, he stirred a bit and reached out for you and wrapped an arm around you to rub your back. With one hand on his side and one on his chest you kissed his collar and whispered, “Night, squish”.

After that night, Tom wanted you to read the book to him whenever you both had time. He really enjoyed listening to your voice become more animated as the plot got more exciting. You would even stop at some parts to react to what was happening. One of these reactions was gauged by the blossoming romance between Pino and Anna. You both were captured by Pino and Anna’s love affair, which seemed to almost too convenient and perfect despite the situation they were both in.

“What?? She just offered for him to kiss her out of nowhere! That’s random,” you observed.

“I don’t know, Y/N, I think it’s kinda cute. Pino has been hinting that he still feels the same immense feelings for her as when he first saw her,” Tom replied. He really was paying attention.

“Yeah I guess it’s cute but it’s hard to believe she’s all the sudden so into him when she kinda belittled him for being so young and acting like he was making a difference in the war as a driver.”

You read the sentence to yourself a few times again, pondering the validity of the situation when the brunette boy sitting next to you got your attention.

“Y/N?”

You turned to look at him, “hmm?”

“I was thinking…after we finish this chapter….we could get ready for bed and then…”

You gave him a look to continue.

“You could kiss me,” he recited, verbatim from the book. You rolled your eyes and lightly pushed his shoulder while he said, “It’s what you want, isn’t it?” Again stealing from right off the page.

“I swear if they put that line in the movie, I’ll cringe real hard”

He smirked. “Oh darling I’ll make sure it’s in there.”

You scoffed but finished reading the chapter and decided to call it quits for the night. You both got ready for bed and when you came out of the bathroom, tom was putting on his flannel pj bottoms, his bare back turned to you. You bit your lip and asked,

“Still want that kiss, tommy?”

He turned to look at your smirking face and smiled with his head down, curls falling over his face. When he looked up, he walked over to you, and grabbed your hands.

“More than you can imagine,” he said, taking a line from the book for the third time.

You laughed tilting your head back as he ran his hands up your arms to your shoulders pulling you close and leaning down to kiss you. He moved his hands to your cheeks while yours held onto his hips. It was a short but passionate kiss and you sighed as you pulled away slowly.

“That was how I thought it would be.” It was your turn to recite another line from the chapter.

He smiled and brought his forehead to yours for a moment before quickly leaving a kiss there and hugging you around the shoulders, putting his head on top of yours and swaying you from side to side.

You hadn’t seen Tom for about a month, as you had to travel for work, but luckily your schedules were synced up enough that you could visit him in his cozy London apartment. Your flight was due to arrive late, near midnight, and while you insisted that you could simply take an Uber to his place, Tom refused and wanted to pick you up from the airport himself. You walked out of the gate, trying to contain your excitement as you were about to see your favorite boy after a period of being apart.

You spotted him almost immediately, despite him wearing a baseball cap to cover his infamous curls. He was wearing his comfy, go-to airport outfit which consisted of grey sweatpants and a dark t-shirt. He was looking at his phone, but as if he knew you were there, he looked up and saw you a few moments after you began walking towards him. You picked up your pace a bit once you locked eyes with him and when you were close enough he exclaimed,

“Ahh, there she is!!” He threw his arms around you and squeezed you tight, picking you up off the ground a bit. You breathed in his clean, boyish scent, the one that you missed dearly. He kissed your temple multiple times, making you giggle while finally pulling apart to get a good look at you for the first time in a month.

“I missed you, darling. How was the flight?”

“Aw I missed you too, squish,” you mused while rubbing a hand up and down his side, “And long. I’m ready to see my girl, Tessie!” you exclaimed before yawning. He chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down your arms and replied,

“Well, we better get you home, she’s waiting for you”

He gave you a quick kiss, knowing that you were exhausted from the flight. He took your duffle from you and your hand to lead you out of the airport, where you were welcomed by some flashing lights that belonged to pap cameras. You kept your focus straight ahead, as you always did, quickly trailing behind Tom.

You finally made it to his car, sighing in relief when shutting the passenger door. You loved nighttime car rides, making you doze off into a light sleep but soon you felt a thumb brushing across your cheek. It startled you a bit as you jolted awake.

“It’s alright, love. We’re home,” Tom soothed.

You rubbed your eyes and sighed but gave him a tired smile and nodded. He carried your duffle up to his suite and as soon as he unlocked the door, Tessa came running door the hall and jumping up to greet you. You squatted down to accept her kisses as you cooed,

“Hello, Tess, how’s my lovable staffy doing, huh? Is Tom giving you those treats I got you?” She gave a little whine and continued to beg for your attention.

“As her translator, she says she loves them,” Tom spoke up after watching the adorable interaction between his two favorite girls. You smiled and stood up but yawned again.

“Okay, let’s get you into bed,” he said as he puts his hands on your shoulders to lead you into his bedroom. You tried to grab your duffle that he placed on the ground but he stopped you,

“Don’t worry, love, I got it.” He was so sweet.

Once in his room, he left you in there alone for a moment while he went to get your bag. You didn’t bother digging into your packed clothes for your pjs but just grabbed one of tom’s shirts instead with a pair of your soft shorts you found in his closet. You climbed into your side of the bed when Tom came back in with your bag.

“Sorry, babe, Harrison wanted to know if-”

You spaced out of Tom talking when you saw your copy of Beneath a Scarlet Sky on his nightstand and noticed that the place where you last left off hadn’t been moved. You smiled at the thought of him waiting for you to return to continue reading the book. He was taking his shirt off when he saw you looking at the book and said,

“Why don’t you get some sleep, love, we can pick back up with it tomorrow.”

“You waited for me?”

He looked back and forth between you and the book. “Of course, darling. It’s become sort of a thing for you to read it to me and we can’t break that streak when we’re so far into it,” he replied with a smile, confirming your thoughts.

“Stop, squish, you’re squeezing my heart,” you complained, dramatically putting a hand to your chest as he climbed in next to you.

“That’s my job, isn’t it?” He said while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, might as well quit your day job,” you joked as you laid down, snuggling into his side a bit.

“Sounds good to me,” he played along, hugging you into him.

You chortled. “Night, tommy.”

“What...they really just...left us hanging like that?” You commented, referring to the implied intimate scene between Pino and Anna. It was the next morning and after Tom had returned from the gym and you had breakfast, you were back on the couch. You were sitting between his legs in the corner seat with his arms around your shoulders, delving further into the book. And things were getting spicy, but not as spicy as you would’ve liked.

“I mean it was Pino’s first time, it would’ve been nice to have a little more detailed foreplay or something in there. And no offense but they’re living in the middle of a war, like all you could do was fuck and hope you’d see tomorrow,” you ranted.

Tom chuckled. “They’re leaving a spicy sex scene for the movie, babe”. You rolled your eyes when you looked over to see him smirking while wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

“Oh right, this’ll be your first on-screen sex scene. Wonder who the lucky girl will be to have some PG-13 sex with Spider-Man,” you teased.

He nuzzled his face into your neck. “Or maybe you should play Anna, and we can just send in a video of us doing it. But the movie would lose its PG-13 rating for sure.” He kissed your neck a few times as you said,

“Oh my god…. anyway.”

You finished the chapter but didn’t get too far into the next one as Anna recounted their night together as “one of the best nights of [her] life”, deeming Pino “a natural”.

“What! ‘A natural’?!! She says it’s one of the best nights of her life but then says he’s ‘a natural’ at sex?? An act that’s already instinctual of most humans?” you ranted again. This book was practically written to be made into a movie. Or a fanfiction canon.

Tom laughed. “Don’t forget that she’s considerably older than him and was previously married,” he explained, “Also it might just be her way of gloating that she was his first.”

“Still, ‘a natural’? I don’t know, it’s just an odd choice of words,” you said, giggling at the end.

Later that night, you and Tom laid in his bed, basking in that post-sex haze. He had a lazy, half lidded smile on his face as you planted soft kisses on his neck leading up to his ear. You moaned quietly into his ear,

“You’re a natural,” you swooned, your voice hushed to an exaggeratedly sexier tone. Tom clapped a hand over his eyes and laughed shamelessly.

“You bet I am,” he retorted, still laughing. You laughed with him, nuzzling into his side.

You finished reading the very last sentence on the very last page of the book, your voice breaking at the final words. You closed the book, letting the first tear fall.

“I’m really glad Pino lived after all of what happened so early on in his life,” you sniffled, wiping your tears.

Tom was just as emotional as you, but tried to hold back tears. “You should’ve met him with me. Such a great guy, really genuine. He was a real laugh too,” he said, referring to when he met the real life Pino.

You looked at the picture of young Pino in the back of the book. “Oh my gosh, you look just like him!” you exclaimed, holding the picture up beside his face to compare and admired Tom’s resemblance to the main character. “Except your ears, they’re quite out there,” you joked. You thought about how the costume crew on the sm:h set wanted to pin his ears back in the Spider-Man suit.

He looked at the picture and laughed. “Yeah, can’t argue with you there.”

“Aww, you’re gonna have your hair cut shorter that’ll make you look so adorable and polished,” you said while pinching his cheek. He smiled big, showing the little crinkles by his eyes that you loved, while looking down shyly. “Aw, baby boy,” you swooned quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him. You snuggled your head into his shoulder while he rubbed your back, basking in your affection.

“I’m sad you don’t have anything else to read to me,” Tom said, pulling away to look at you with his puppy-like brown eyes.

You gave him a sad smile when you heard the front door shut, your heads turning to see Harrison jog in the room, carrying something in his hands.

“I got the part!” he exclaimed, still pacing around excitedly, "You’re looking at the newest member of the Catch-22 remake!”

You and Tom jumped up to congratulate him as he had worked so hard for this part. “You better start reading Haz,” you noted.

“Oh I already have!” He held up his freshly cracked open copy of Catch-22. “I hope the script does it justice.”

“Ah that’s great, mate!” Tom seemed genuinely excited for his best friend. “Can I see that?” he asked, nodding towards the book.

Harrison nodded and handed it over. “Yeah, course.”

“Thank you,” Tom said in a sing-song voice while walking away, pulling you by the hand. “C’mon Y/N, I found us something else to read!” Tom declared, loud enough for Harrison to hear.

Harrison just smiled as he was used to Tom messing around with him like this. He turned to see that Tom had fully led you into his room, door shut behind you two.

“I am going to need that back so just let me know when you guys are finished…and I’m not talking about the book,” Harrison retorted loudly, hoping you heard every word.

A/N: First of all, i’d just like to say a HUGE thank you for the amount of love on Restless. I did not expect such a huge reception, especially as my first one shot, so thank you thank you thank you💘💕

second, welcome to the second one shot of the series! This was actually the first thing I had written for tom but it took a little while to finish it. But anyway, PLEASe read this book, it’s so good!! And I’m so excited for tom to be in the movie, he’s going to kill it. I tried to leave out spoilers and only focused on smaller parts but i hoped you enjoyed nonetheless!!

~tommybaholland 🌺

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magicalsalamander · 6 years

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Aurelius [Prologue]

Pairing: BTS Namjoon ⇆ Reader

Genre: Werewolf | Fluff | Angst | Smut [later] |

Summary: When the daughter of the secretary for the Minister for Wolf and Canine relations is the last living member of her clan, she must find a way to avenge her family. She must find a way to put an end to the hunters whose sole purpose is to cleanse the world of werewolves. The golden one hasn’t forgotten. Will she be able to get the revenge she needs?

Words: 8.7 K

Warnings: Rated Mature; Explicit themes, action/ violence, blood shed, torture, death of characters (minor), and graphic depiction. This is not true though series, only this part for context.

A/N: Orig post: 01|15| 2018; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe. Thank you @ratedtae for the moodboard.

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Only the ghost of the red-violet torch light painting the depressingly dull cobblestone walls gave me indication I didn’t give into the darkness. My first associations with that light were brief when the Neanderthal like men dragged my father, my grandfather and I into this cell. The oxidized iron liquid that I used to call mine painted the wall behind me and my very own dress. It was like my once champagne peach dress was now dipped in a marbled brown and burgundy dye solution and rung out sloppily. The spaghetti straps no longer supported the once proud collar of my dress but hung lifelessly at my sides. The only thing left at my side now. The cold, almost wet, cement floor and the cobble stone walls were the only thing supporting me up now. Gashes, slashes, and broken ribs left me immobile with only my eyes making the major movement. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe, but I still had the fight in me. Almost cruelly, I still had fight in me.

I couldn’t hear well out of my right ear anymore just a high pitched constant ringing. Though clearly in my left ear I could hear a set of two heavy boots trail down the hall towards my cell. My grandfather remained unconscious in the opposite corner of the cell with his back facing me. If my senses proved me right, he’s left us a few hours ago to a better place. I only stared at the men dressed in black clothing with leather ascents who stood across the uneven, iron bars of the cell. What was the most sickening about them was the pelt that still carried the head of the wolf on the shoulders of their cloak. The faces of my people.

I growled lowly in my throat challenging these men to come close to me. They laughed and shoved the uneven bars of the cell door with their mudded boots open and stepped into the cell creating a half moon around me. I remained still as possible monitoring their movements cautiously with my eyes. The only reliable sense I had left. The center one with a grey wolf around his black cloak crouched down to my level. He took my chin between his calloused thick hands and brought my face up to look at him. His yellowed teeth showed behind his grime smile. His unkept long, brown hair fanned over his face only making his appearance more menacing. You’ve heard the verbal stories passed down through generations from your grandparents about these men. The horrific things these men did. The hunters.

He licked his chapped, thin lips before speaking, “It’s such a shame a pretty doll like this is such a filthy little bitch. If she wasn’t such scum I would’ve taken her to my bed. Sadly, for you my dear, my Lord calls for you.” He dropped my chin roughly and shoved a blacken, muslin bag over your head and tightened it with a string. I couldn’t see where they were dragging me, but I tried to mesmerize the turns we were taking but it was hard when your feet were scrapping cement. My feet weren’t used to such rough terrain, instead accustomed to running through grass, soft dirt, and the fuzzy carpet of my home. I missed home.

In fact, I was just there a few hours ago! A day ago? I’m not really sure how much time has passed honestly since I’ve been in this cell.

It was Sunday and my family held a monthly dinner to take a moment to celebrate life and being a family. I was sleeping in late that day when my mom came in the room and shoved open my curtains that block out the harsh noon sun. I enjoy the sun, just not when I’m trying to sleep. I grumble knowing that this is the end, the end of my precious slumber. Without warning she jumps on top of me and tickles me leaving me no choice to get up to stop her. I swear my mother never grew up, she’s more like a big sister than a parental figure. “Y/N, its Sunday. You know what that means?” I grumble under the covers while my mother leans her head into the covers to get a better listen. “Your grandparents are coming in from the North. They took a train here this morning and will be arriving around 5pm. You know how hard it is for them to travel so get up and help me. Get dressed first, wear something nice nothing casual Aure! We don’t have a lot of time!” I sneak a hand out of the blanket and wave it to her and give her an okay sign. She pats my butt in understanding the shaky promise and leaves the room.

Aure obviously wasn’t your name. I liked the name though, but my mom thought my legal name fit better. It just had this flow to it that was so…me, or so she insists. Before I was born, my dad went to Spain for a study abroad program for college and stayed with a Spanish family. He was taken into the family like one of their own during his stay. The wife/mother of the family taught him things his family lacked and found a new family in them. He grew very close to her and years later back at home when he found out he was going to have a daughter he wanted to name her after that woman. Her name was Aureliana (but your family found it simpler to call me by Aure). He asked her before he left if her name held a meaning and she said it meant golden and an emperor from Rome bared that name; more realistically her mother wanted her life to be golden like the word itself. My mother had decided on her children’s name as long as she could remember, so it left your father little room to argue. He found a loophole and called me Aure as a nickname, because I am as precious as gold to him.

I went to shower first before I swung open the French doors to my closet. I didn’t have many party dresses, but the ones I did I took care of. It was Spring, so I went with my champagne-peach spaghetti strap short dress that set just above my knees. It was pastel enough to match the new turn of the season, but comfy enough to maneuver in. Comfort comes first after all with clothing. I sat at my white vanity that used to be my grandmothers and set my face with light makeup. I was only staying indoors today anyways. I French braided my hair from crown to tip and pulled at the strands to loosen it up. A few pieces were taken out around my temple and cascaded on the side of my face. My mother came back in the room already dressed up as well in her blue, long sleeve knee length dress. She had her hair tied up in a tight bun that complimented her sharp features. The gold jewelry complimented her gold eyes. It was a unique thing that belonged to your people, even more unique to female alphas; only female alpha’s have gold eyes. She grabbed the two ends of the chains I already raised to latch the rose gold necklace, but took over halfway wordlessly. It was one piece of the set my father to me for my last birthday when I turned seventeen. My mother reached into the aged, heirloom jewelry box and pulled out the six rose gold rose pins for my hair. She weaved them through the braid into a small garden. I looped in the small hoop earring into my ears as the last touch and after latching the last hoop I took in everything. My metallic, rose gold eyes matched my jewelry perfectly.

I was born with gold eyes like my mother but as I got older red bleed into the gold mixing it into a rose gold. In a childish fit I was ashamed of them, I didn’t want to be different. I wanted to be like the rest of my pack, like the other female alpha’s generations before me. I sat at on the top of the porch chairs ashamed of my eyes but my father sat down behind me incasing me in between his legs. He set his bearded chin on my head, “The purple blends with the edges of the sky at night and for centuries people have painted that same sky. Each sunset is unique, no day will the clouds be the same. There will be no night where the sunset doesn’t marble into different colors.” I stopped sobbing hearing my dad’s words. He always talked some sense into me and told stories instead of lectures to get his message across. He wound his arms around me in a comforting hug, “Aure, Aureliana, my love, do you know that your name is as unique as the sky?” I shook my head acknowledging I’ve never bothered to ask, it’s just always been a self-truth I didn’t question. He sighed rocking me side to side gently and began, “Aureliana was the name of a special woman, who was like a mother to me, when I went to Spain. She told me the great legend of her name. Aureliana meant golden and that it was the name of an emperor of the Romans. The Romans were strong, smart, and diverse people who wore their red and gold robes proudly. They were greatest people of their time! Of course, your mother wanted to name you Y/N, but I still think you’re my little golden token. I’m grateful to have you Aure and I wouldn’t ever change that. You are strong and smart. Don’t be ashamed of the same colors the Roman’s wore proudly. My precious, little wolf, be the strong and valiant one I know you are.”

Being the daughter of an Alpha was a big responsibility, you were expected to lead the pack later when it was time to pass it down to the next reigning leader as the new Luna. The words my father told me that evening never left my every day motivational speech. I’ve held my head proudly since then and I want to lead my pack with pride when the time came. My pack was only a smaller division of a larger collective tribe. The region that I belong to was made of five different family packs, but my family was the second in ranking. The Kim family was the main alpha’s that ruled the area and their alpha worked for the Council as the Minister of Wolves and Canine relations. Your father was the secretary for the Minister earning the spot as a wise alpha and a smart man.

I walked down the stairs trailing after my mother into the kitchen. It was only my mother and myself in the house for the meantime to finish dinner and decorate the house before my father returned with my grandparents, his parents. My mother’s family disappeared five years ago, never to be found. I mixed some of the dishes and went to set the table with a large bouquet centerpiece. A few streamers were hung to create a festive atmosphere and bring all the décor together. It was tradition in wolf culture to be close to your family and mine lived by that diligently. I was working on some decorations in the living room when I hear the familiar car horn coming from the drive way. I slipped on my outside slippers and made my way out and down the porch steps and jogged up to the white Jeep Grand Cherokee. I waited for my dad to come out the car and he opened his arms wide and said, “Aure!” With an open invitation I jumped into his arms and squeezed him with all I had. He laughed at my eagerness and set me down. I turned to my grandparents struggling to get out. My grandpa was a tall, lean man with salt and pepper hair. He said his wrinkles were caused by grandma, “the woman never knows how to stop nagging me Y/N,” at least I quote from him. Grandma was a short, small woman but she had enough spunk in her to rival me. I hugged them equally as tight just not jumping this time around. I politely took their carry-ons walking with them into the house as they told me about their adventure on the train. Your father followed closely behind with their suitcase and closed the front door.

It was around seven pm when everything was on the table and served onto everyone’s plate. My father raised his glass clinking it with a nearby utensil. “I’m so glad my parents could make it to this dinner. It’s always great having you in our home. It isn’t home without everyone here tonight, Howls to the kin!” You all howled in cheer and clinked your glasses, but in my gauntlet it was only apple juice. I couldn’t drink any alcohol yet since it was illegal. The meal was delicious, my mother was an amazing cook. All adults at the table were tipsy with the merlot wine that my father has been saving for the occasion. I was facing the bay window sitting next to my mother, across from your grandparents with my father at the head of the table. All the adults were so in tuned with some old story that I’ve heard every Sunday dinner. They were clearly giggling at the same boring parts and retelling the same old jokes. I stared out the window not being able to leave the table until I cleaned my plate. I twirled my fork in the few last bites of pasta, but I didn’t raise it to take a bite. I stared out at the tree line of the property. The moonlight shined brightly on the mid-size back yard reflecting on the freshly dewed grass. We were far out from the city and from the closet pack house, it was safer for us and allowed us to run the forest in our natural states. There were no fences around the property since we wanted to run freely and return at will.

The tree line seemed to move and sway, I rubbed my eyes clearing it of any haze. I was positive I didn’t drink anything so why was the tree line changing? The black shadows took to a uniform line of dark shadows approaching the house out of the trees. They wore long, black cloaks, so you couldn’t make out any faces. I panicked my heart was racing, I yelled breaking the warm, nostalgic atmosphere, “Dad, Dad, there are people approaching the house! Look out the window, Look!” As if he sobered up instantly, his eyes burned a bright red and he peered at the tree line finally seeing the approaching shadows. A growl ripped through everyone in the room and I turned to the window again now seeing them more clearly. Each carried a pelt, some multiple, of their hunt with large knifes tucked into a sheath on their belt. They were armed in leather armor under their cloaks as I caught glimpses within strides. The man in the middle with multiple pelts on his cloak raised his hand and his minions stopped. He raised his head and to the side allowing my family to see the smirk of his teeth. He unsheathed his large sword gripping the leather handle that had a wolf’s tail hanging as an ornament. The blade was held in the air and it was dripping in purple, viscous solution. My eyes widened, I knew that syrup very well and whispered audibly, “wolfsbane.” The man kept arching his arm all the way back and then threw his knife towards us. Screams wrecked the room as the knife cracked the glass shattering the window and the knife was left oscillating stuck in the wooden table. My mother grabbed my hand calling along my grandmother, “Honey, we’re going to run. Don’t stop running okay? When we reach the front lawn, I want you to shift into your wolf. Go!” I looked towards my father and grandpa, who was already shifting and charging towards the men. I whimpered. There were too many men, I already knew this wasn’t going to end well. My mother dragged me to the front door and I made it into the lawn bare feet, “Shift! Don’t bother removing clothes just run!” The sound of clothes ripping and bones cracking filled the air, but close along the boots and laughs of the men followed. I didn’t look back, I kept running with my family at my side.

I was able to make it a half mile out climbing over and under shrubbery, trees, and anything in the way. It wasn’t long before you heard a yelp and against better judgment I took a gander back only to be horrified when you saw that your grandmother was being pulled by the tail towards the men. They raised their purple knifes letting the purple syrup drip tauntingly and then straight into her. I was horrified but my mother nudged my shoulder midstride to keep running; it wasn’t time to stop. My vision was getting blurry with tears. We made it past a river bank and saw an upcoming edge of a cliff. If we jumped, we could get away. We made it a bit further, I was trailing in front of my mother when I heard a pained howl. I stopped a few steps ahead and saw she was stuck in a bear trap. I was circling her whining, there wasn’t anything I could do in this state. I approached her and tried to bite the claws open finding any lever to release the pressure. I was panicking because I could smell the putrid smell of the hunters. The distinct smell of wolfsbane was getting closer and closer. I scratched and bite at the trap for a release, my claws were filing against the rusted metal of the old forgotten trap. My mother was barking at me to leave, leave and go far away but I wasn’t going to leave her behind. Before I knew it a large calloused hand encircled my neck and held me above the ground hind legs dangling. I couldn’t breathe but I was kicking and biting at the hands holding me. They laughed at my struggle, “Well look at what we have here. Two females? Well if it isn’t our lucky day.” One of the five men was stroking my mothers fur, but retracting his hand back when she snapped at him. He clicked his tongue at her, “stubborn, bitch.” He then placed his foot on the trap and eventually applied enough pressure to hear a snap of bone where the two sides of the bear trap met again. I roared, and my mother was screaming at the loss of her limb. The amount of blood flowing was overwhelming. They looked towards me and noticed my eyes, “wow, look at this one’s eyes. It would sell for so much if we dug them out and sold them don’t ya think?” I was shaking more violently doing everything I could to get out of their grasp. My mother looked into my eyes one last time before the gold left hers to turn a black as the man brought his up knife in both hands and through her chest. It hurt so much, and I was feeling sick. My vision was blacking in and out and before you knew it you passed out from the lack of air.

The muslin over my head didn’t lessen all of my senses. I could smell the different owners of blood, but I recognized notes of my fathers and grandpa’s as I was hurled to the floor of the room. I could only hear four heartbeats in the room. Before the muslin was removed, my arms were twisted behind my back locked in cuffs that were attached to decayed chains latched to the celling in my kneeling position. A scratchy rope was tied around my thighs and calves into a permanent kneeling position. This position really put strain on my broken rib, but I made no notion of it. I wasn’t going to let them get under my skin. My father always warned me if I was ever in this position to show no fear, don’t directly challenge but handle things logically. With him being in politics, this isn’t the first threat our family has faced. The bag was removed off my head and I had to squint to adjust to the bright surgical lighting of the room. The room had tiles lining the wall and on the opposite wall my father was suspended from the ceiling in chains like mine. His face was so bloated and the injury from somewhere in his hairline was dripping down his face. I wanted to cry, but I knew I had to remain composed with my head held up high. I was still trying to forget what happened to my mother and grandparents. The same man who threw the knife through the window was standing over a machine with different knobs and switches. From the machine ground lead wires were snaked on the ground but lead to attachments on my father at random locations on his chest.

My nostrils flared at the sight taking deeper breathes and from the burning smell of flesh. I couldn’t turn my head up very much since I was forced into a bowing position. I was able to bring my head to glimpse over my lashes at my father who tried to speak to me, but he was only able to gurgle out blood. I lowered my head before I lost all self-control. The traumatic image was becoming too much. The man once standing in front of the generator began pacing the room, “Well, are you going to tell us now? Your poor, poor daughter wouldn’t need to face the same pain, right? It would be a shame to waste a pretty face. You’re going to tell us where the Kim’s home is, right?” My dad was struggling against the chains, “don’t touch her!” The man responded like chastising a child, “that’s not the answer I wanted, now is it.” He didn’t get any response though my father refused to let them know anything.

The man stepped in front of me taking me in and brought his hunting knife out of his tool belt. He circled around me and crouched behind me waving the knife around between his index and thumb. My father was growling viciously with his fangs elongated grazing his already cut lip. I whimpered when he dragged the blade over my skin much like a cat scratching a post. I was trembling causing the chains to rattle, “Oh, little puppy are you scared?” I didn’t respond but attempted to stop the trembling. He sighed and with his cold tone, “Daughter like father.” He stood up and brought the knife to the top of my dress and brought it down tearing the back open and then brought the knife to my bra and ripped that as well. He cleared my spine of any fabric raking his calloused, dry hands up and down my spine and exposing it to the frigid air of the room. I didn’t bother holding back my panting now, I was terrified. The man twirled the knife in his hand again lazily eyeing my father, “This is what we’re going to do. We’re going to go in intervals of cutting her and shocking you until you answer me.” My father was growling but it was cut off with a pained yelled when electricity ran through his system. I was pressing my lips tightly together silently screaming as the purple knife cut into my upper arm. The pause was short in between repetitions when the man yelled again at my father for answers. Dad was sobbing and yelling for them to stop, to leave me alone. You remained silent, not wanting to spend any energy on speaking.

After more rounds they threw water on your father when he was nearing passing out. I couldn’t keep track anymore of the gashes my arms and legs, they burned like fire because of the wolfsbane. The one that burned the most was the “H” he engraved on my thigh. The pain from the others was dull but it was chronic enough to make me hold your breath occasionally to displace the tension. The man accepted a large bucket form another hunter and brought it to loam over me this time and presented it to my father. Another male held up my father’s chin to acknowledge the lead torturer. He held up a five-gallon (nineteen liter) container with steaming, hot water higher in gesture, “we specially boiled this for her. Now for the last time, where is it?” My father was sobbing at the man holding his chin, but when he got no response the man said, “you leave me with no choice.” He truly couldn’t respond; his facial muscles weren’t responding anymore.

I was trembling so intensely that the chains attached to my cuffs were swinging in the little room they had. The drips of water from the bucket sprinkled on my back and stung upon contract. I held my head low and closed my eyes. I started mumbling comforting words to myself, anything to take my mind off the reality of the situation. I repeated lyrics from the song my mother sang to me that only our people knew. The world felt like it slowed when I felt the first hit of the wave of water. I screamed as hard as I could and the pain in the wake of it was so intense my ears began to ring. My throat felt raw when he pouring stopped but the sobbing didn’t stop. He kept pouring a second time, then a third time after a short break knowing it would intensified the pain. I was still trembling now not from fear but pain. I slumped forward and to the side off my knees onto my left thigh. The man who poured the lava on me commented, “such a shame,” but there was no empathy in his voice. He walked back over to my father and turned the electricity up and kept it on until he passed out. Not long after the muslin bag was thrown over my head again and they undid the cuffs. I just slumped to the floor face first unable to move. They dragged my father and I back to the cell where we were held earlier and laid me on the cold cell floor. They removed the bag around my head and I noticed my grandfather no longer laid in the corner. I don’t remember much after because the world was getting darker and I eventually gave into the slumber when the pain and the blood loss became too much.

I woke up in my dad’s embrace sometime later, he was petting my head whispering sweet nothings into my hair. He was crying and repeating apologies. I opened my eyes and muttered “Dad” somewhere in between a lingual language and slurring. He didn’t stop his ministrations but now changed his words, “Your name is Aure. You’re no longer Y/N. If anyone ask you say that is who you are. The others, they didn’t make it, but you, you will! I’m going to help you escape. I need you to live on Aure. Once we reach the front door I need you to run and get as far away as possible. My little wolf you will run!” I was unsure of what he meant, what did he mean only I was going to escape? Why weren’t we going together? “Dad, it’s both of us or nothing.” He shook his head and stroked my cheek and told me that when the guards leave be prepared to leave.

I wasn’t prepared when my dad was able to bend the uneven metal bars, or when I snuck down the cell hallway up the stairs. The torch lights flickered when we passed by them. I wasn’t prepared when he held his hand over my mouth walking up the irregularly spaced cement stairs into the cabin on ground floor. I wasn’t prepared when he shoved me out the front door when the hunters ambushed him seeing us trying to escape. I wasn’t prepared when he fought them off with everything he had and he yelled to me with his last breath “Run!”. I had to leave him. I ran, unprepared, but I ran away.

I shifted into my wolf form because I was able to run faster on four legs than two. The pain from the burns along my spine and the gashes all over my body made the shift harder and regaining traction back nauseating. I stumbled my way into the forest and broke into a full run with all I had. Pain was secondary now. I kept running even when I couldn’t hear any more voices. I couldn’t trust silence. I kept running even when I was stumbling over my front paws, I must keep going. I came across a river at the end of a blue-green waterfall. Behind the waterfall’s cascade was a cave but before I made any moves into it I smelled the surroundings for anyone or anything. The coast was clear, so I stumbled into the entrance slipping on some rocks and into a shallow pool of cold water. The cold soothed my burns and the dirt in my fur contaminant the once clear water. The normally light-brown, white coat was a dark brown and burgundy. I stayed in the pool, I didn’t have energy to get back up. I was done running off adrenaline. I began sobbing knowing I now had lost my whole family. I had no one anymore. I cried myself into exhaustion and passed out in the water.

Daylight poured into the cave diffused in scattered light through the curtains of water. I laid in the same position for a while longer because the adrenaline was finally wearing off. I was so sore, but I was able to prop myself flat onto my stomach, whimpering when I put too much pressure on my ribs, and licked at my wounds enough to seal them. Werewolf’s have a special enzyme in their saliva that provide a Neosporin topical protection. Normally werewolves heal fast, but under extreme stress it can take just as long as a human’s regrowth rate. I had to get up and keep going, I didn’t know how far away the hunters were or if they were already waiting for me nearby. I limped my way out of the cave and drank some water from a clean pool before I carried on. The pain wasn’t as bad as last night, but my back felt tight with the now seared flesh solidifying into scars. Along my way I tried to hunt but no small creatures were around and if there was they were too fast. I kept going until it was pitch black out. A cabin amongst the trees broke the darkness with its porch light. I crouched behind bushes and observed it for any life. There was an old, green pickup truck off to the side of the cabin. I knew someone had to be living there, there must be food, all I had to do was sneak in to take some. I watched the home for any obvious signs hunters were a part of the place, but there wasn’t any pelts or animal skins.

After waiting for an hour, I crept to the side of the house in my human form naked to a side window that was left ajar. I creaked the wooden window pane open but stopped when it got too noisy. I waited for any sound, but nothing came. I gripped the wood and worked my way into the house landing on a knitted rug. I used my night vision to my advantage and observed the room locating the Kitchen. I crept through the dark house into the kitchen. The wooden floor boards would occasionally creak, but I tried to space it out enough to seem like natural, old home settling creaks. The steel double door of the fridge was calling to me, so I braced for the sound of the hiss from opening the door and held my breath as it opened. The decompression of the fridge activated the humming of the radiator. There was too much noise going on, so I grabbed any Tupperware and a crispy, cold apple and ran back to the window.

The light turned on and I froze in the middle of a living room with the evidence in plain sight. My bare back was turned to whomever the two owners of fast paced heart beats were, and I turned around with the apple in my mouth and my eyes wide. I covered my chest with my scared arms and the Tupperware protecting myself as much as I could. The older couple were still in the midst of tying their robes over their pajamas. I began stepping back but tripped over the same knitted rug I landed on spilling the contents on the Tupperware on the floor and myself. I was lowly growling in a way to have them back away enough for me to sneak back out the window. They held their hands up in defense and the older man spoke first, “we aren’t going to hurt you. Please, just calm down.” I was still eyeing the window but my direction of attention changed when they said, “You’re hurt, let us patch you up and feed you. You’re hungry right?” I stopped growling but yapped back in a broken voice, “No, you’re just going to take me back to them! I won’t go back!” They exchanged confused looks not knowing who I was referring too. “Honey, we don’t know who you’re talking about. Please, let us help you.” The room was silent for a few minutes and I looked around taking in the room to see if they had any weapons or pelts. The living room was humble with an old sofa, wooden tables and family pictures. I untensed when nothing indicated hunters and hunched over, but immediately cried out when the movement put stress on my wounds. The older woman inched her way towards me and was able to pick up the apple that fell out of my mouth and handed it to me. With a reluctant hand I extended then brought it back, but fully went to grab it rapidly. The older woman took my other hand and lead me to the bathroom. She asked me to stand in the shower so she could wash off the dirt and clean my wounds. She was truly gentle with me and didn’t ask any questions. I want to run, but the comforting hand of hers reminded me of my own grandmother. I started crying, an ugly cry, hunching over to collapsing to my own feet. The older woman was alarmed, she thought she hurt me further and asked what’s wrong. I shook my head and she brought me into her chest in an embrace not caring that she was getting wet. She rocked me back in forth until my sobs stopped. She dressed my wounds but said, “I’m not a nurse so this is the best I can do. I can’t cover your back up with any bandage. The burn is too extensive, I’m going to just apply aloe and we’ll let it heal on its own.” I nodded slowly in confirmation and she took a step out to her room to grab me some clothing. I finally took a step towards the wide mirror. The woman that looked back at me was an unfamiliar creature. My skin was pale littered in black and blue marks and gauze looped over the countless cuts. I slowly turned around to take a look at my back, if I could call it that anymore. It could’ve been mistaken for a world map from the apex of my neck all the way down to the small of the back. It was roaring red with purple lining the jagged edges of the map, the tiny cluster of blisters were inflamed full to the brim with serum. I was numb at this point, I had no tears left in me, no energy left to mourn anymore.

The family fed me and gave me a room to stay in, they didn’t ask any questions just let me sleep. They respected my sensitive nature for the night. The next evening I woke up after sixteen hours of sleep and was greeted by the older man sipping coffee on the couch, while his wife was across from him knitting a blanket. They looked up at me and smiled widely, “Evening dear, there’s food set on a plate on the dinner table for you.” I nodded and sat down in one of the four chairs with the plate of food. They both joined me at the table sitting across from me. I stopped eating when the atmosphere became uncomfortable. The old man spoke first with a stern voice, “If you’re going to stay here until your better we need to know who you are and where you came from.” I set the utensil down and stared at my plate, but the man spoke again,” I see your eyes are a different color than any natural color, are you one of them?” The older man spoke last words with venom and I knew it wasn’t safe to tell him the truth. I settled for a half-truth half lie on the spot, “my-my name is Aure. I ran away from..”gulp,” the a group of men that took me away from my family. They were sick men and performed experiments on me and my eyes. The last time was too much and I just ran away. I couldn’t take it anymore.” I struggled a bit with a solid story, but it came off as if what I was saying was too painful to relate. I was sure I probably sounded slightly cynical but that just helped me out. I was hoping they would take sympathy on me and consider me a rightful victim. The older woman grabbed my hand in her and patted it, “I’m so sorry that you went through all that. Those men must’ve experimented with wolf blood. Should we call the police? You can stay here as long as you want dear. We’ll be more than happy to take you in.” I looked up afraid, “please, no I don’t want to involve the authorities. I-I just want to stay hidden, it’s safer that way.” The older man just nodded not caring to sit much longer at the table. “He can be rough around the edges, but he means well.” I smiled at her words, but knew I would be walking on glass in this house.

Two years passed, and I’ve never left the cabin. I was happy here, although the first few months were awkward and a struggle the couple never made me feel obliged to anything. I was able to hide who I truly was well with no mishaps. They asked me to call them something else besides mister and misses and I settled on Nana and Papa. Papa taught me how to work the gardens in the back and I even started my own lane of vegetation. Nana taught me how to knit and brew the best cups of tea. It was humble and quiet, but I was glad I had a place to stay. The family had two sons, but they rarely came to visits since they lived in the city. Their old room was now my room and I would read the old comic books they had. The one that caught my attention was Marvel’s Black Widow. I read it back and forth, over and over again. I even found some books on how to fight with diagrams! It was really a boy’s room. They told me they’ve always wanted a daughter, so I was a blessing in disguise.

At night when no one was awake I crept outside to the back and shifted enjoying my wolf form and resting the itch of the beast. I wasn’t the same tawny wolf I used to be with my beautiful light-brown, white coat. My back had a large patch of missing where the scars wouldn’t grow hair back. There was a unique scar on my hind leg of the letter H from when they cut me up letting anyone know who they were. The hunters were forever attached to me. That wasn’t the only scar, my arms were also covered in scars not as large as the H but still notable. I would take the book with me and practice the diagrams. I wanted to be able to defend myself if anything like that were to happen again. I wouldn’t let it happen again. I would always return “home” before they got up and carried on with life.

Nana came up to me with her carrying her canvas grocery bags and list of groceries; papa was slowly in tow adjusting his paperboy hat on his head with the keys in his hand. “Aure, we will be gone until five, but we’ll be back before sundown. We need to make a trip to the store and visit a fellow neighbor. Will you be fine by yourself?” I shook your head, “yes, Nana. I have chores to finish anyways so I will be busy!” She rubbed my arm and they both trailed their way out the door into the pick-up truck. I stood at the door and waved them off watching the truck become a dot in the distance. I went back inside and rolled up my sleeves, it was time to get to work. I cleaned the living room, bathroom and all the bedrooms in no time. I made myself an early lunch and was officially done with all the chores around two p.m. and it would still be another three hours before they came back. I decided I would take advantage of this time alone and shift into my wolf form that way I could sleep all night. I went out back and stripped of my clothing and hid it behind a tree. I shifted with a crack and popping of my bones, but ended up in my natural state. The breeze dusted through my tawny fur and it was the most refreshing sensation. I happily ran a typically path I created chasing any small wild life in tease, rubbing my whole body on the fresh dirt and basked in the sun. It was paradise. I took a nap in the sun on a boulder that acted like a heating pad, but before I knew it the rock grew cold. I snapped awake to a starry sky and bid goodbye to the long-gone sun. I knew I had to make it home fast and change without anyone seeing me.

I ran. I ran as fast as my feet would take me back to the familiar cabin. Within a distant from the cabin I approached the typical tree where I hid my clothing besides, but I wasn’t alone. Papa held up my dress clearly panicked and looked around for you calling out my name. In the clearing of the tree he caught me in my wolf form standing a few trees away. I shifted back into my human form covering my naked body and called to him, “Papa, please. I can explain. I can ex-.” He threw the dress to the ground causing dust to fly up in a cloud. He didn’t let me finish my statement, he never would. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the front of the cabin where Nana was waiting. She was wide eye when she saw me naked and being dragged back. She ran up to me but Papa yelled at her, “Stay back, she’s one of them! The tramp!” I winced at his strong words. Nana was looking at me with pleading eyes, she was wishing what she heard wasn’t true. He threw me down to the floor like my dress earlier. My knees scrapped against the dry dirt and he left walking into the house. Nana came up to me and grabbed my shoulders, “please, Aure, tell me it’s not true. You’re our Aure, you can’t be one of them!” Tears streamed down my face silently and down to the dirt, I didn’t want them to find out this way. “Nana—,” I spoke to her softly grabbing her hand, but it was yanked away from me by Papa. “Get back from her! She doesn’t deserve our kindness. She’s no better than the dirt she sits on. She’s even worse than that. Her kind should all die!” I couldn’t hold my sobs back in anymore, his words stung.

He pulled Nana behind him and then brought up his rifle to my forehead. The cold metal barrel sat in between my eyes waiting. I stopped moving, everything seemed to go in slow motion. No, no, he wasn’t going to really shoot me, he was just trying to scare me. I scooted back on my legs away from his gun. Nana was shouting at him to stop and lower the rifle, but he just yelled over her with a ferocious roar to shut up. It was as if all life in the forest stopped, the trees weren’t swaying, no small animals moved, the wind was silent. I stared back at the stoutly man who raised the machinery to me. I slowly stood up, “Papa—!” He spat at my feet, “don’t call me any endearing terms mongrel.” I knew it was no use arguing with him anymore, but I had to get away. I had to live I made a promise to my father. I backed away slowly one baby step at a time and noticing his finger switch over to the trigger as he mounted the butt of the gun on his shoulder. The darkness all seemed to blend in as I turned around not facing my once temporary family anymore and took strides away from them. The first long step was successful, your hair was blown behind you from your fast pace. I felt my toes curl around the loose dirt with each step and releasing it along with every propulsion. The air was cold stung and dried out my throat as I huffed forward. I felt it before I heard the echo of the bang of gunfire. I held my breath upon impact as my knees skidded across the stale forest floor. Tears were rolling down my cheek, the bullet was logged in my thigh. I let out a scream that echoed enough to disturb the dead. I propped my hands in front of me and allowed the change to come over me. I had to keep going! I wasn’t dying here tonight, not tonight!

I shifted the best you could and kept thrusted off the ground running full speed. In the distant other rounds of gunshots rang out in my direction, but they became a faint echo the longer I kept going. I kept running, running for my life. The low hanging branches would graze against my side, but I didn’t want to stop. I climbed up a hill, crossed a river bank, and kept going until vision started blurring. The tall pine trees stood over me as I fell against one propping myself up. The pain was unbearable, I couldn’t even support my leg up anymore. I began limping with the leg raised but stopping at every other tree to rest.

Eleven, large grey wolves glided through the night. The sound of unison marching and panting broke the quiet night. Namjoon remained in the back while his father remained in front leading the pack. The males were out tonight monitoring the perimeter and answering the call to their wolf with the freedom to run. Namjoon remained in the back to keep track of the younger ones, not letting them deviate from the path. His father was the main alpha of the tribe, he was the Minister of Wolves. He eventually would have to take on that role also being an alpha. The hierarchy of wolfs were maintained in the blood lines and passed down through generations. Namjoon was a large, dark grey wolf that is larger than the others in his pack and the average werewolf. He was almost the spitting image of his father. The wolves ran and ran coming across nothing out of line, until they smelled me. Namjoon halted the group with a howl. He lifted his muzzle to the air and took in the scent of iron and an unfamiliar wolf. He looked towards his father and only two other betas followed him in his search. They crept and moved closer to the scent. About a quarter of a mile away, Namjoon saw the owner of the scent. I was leaning against the tree panting, sure these would be my last breathes. I finally registered that three other beings were in my area. I lifted my head to gaze at three large wolfs, the middle one was the largest. They were lowly growling in my direction. I wasn’t about to back down, even in the face of death. I shakily stood on my legs and facing their direction and changed my stance into a defensive one. I was challenging them, my rose gold eyes gleamed with anger. The largest one with bright red eyes stepped forward attempting to circle me, but I snapped and growled at him. His body language was telling me to back down and submit, but I wasn’t going to submit to anyone. When I felt he was getting too close I ran off. I didn’t get too far when I stumbled over my front paws when my hind leg gave out. I skidd across the floor in a loud yelp. The pain was too great, I had no other choice. I tried crawling away on my paws dragging my hind legs but I couldn’t gain any traction. The wolves came up behind me and the same red eyed one circled around to face my front and sat down in front of me. The others tried approaching but he just growled at them. He knew it when he first smelled it, he knew it when he got closer, and he knew it when he saw you. You were his mate.

In your tired state you still growled at him, but he wasn’t having it. He transformed into his human form and asked the others to warn his father of your presence. They left and I was left with a handsome, naked man. He came to crouch down next to me and spoke softly, “I need you to switch back. I can’t help you in this way. I won’t hurt you. I don’t know how much longer you’re going to live if you stay out here.” I didn’t want him touching me, but for some reason when he spoke to me it felt comforting. A type of safe I haven’t known in a very long time. I conceded and shifted back into my human form laying on my side. My vision was going in and out and eventually I couldn’t hear him anymore. Namjoon quick to react and picked you up bridal style avoiding your wound. He ran back to the pack covering up your chest by bringing you closer to him away from the prying eyes. His father nodded, and the pack continued forward. Namjoon ran back to the packhouse about a mile away. In between, he would take looks at you, his beautiful mate. He couldn’t make out much since it was so dark, but what he could his heart already was yours.

He made his way up to the oak tree where the whole pack hid their clothing in a container disguised as a rock. He slipped his pants on and his shirt over you. He ran through the back door of the packhouse and called for his grandmother, “Help! Please, help!”

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Bad Habit

I may have...uh...written a thing. I was listening to Bad Habit by The Kooks, and I got inspired. So, this little diddy is very loosely based off the song and music video. I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head, and this is what came of it. I know I promised some one shot requests and some work on the new fic that I’m working on, but this just...grabbed me and wouldn’t let go, ya know? I was merely a victim in the making of this. So, I hope you all enjoy ;) xx

“Yeh comin’ out with us for a drink tonight? We’re meeting Carrie at Fitz’s.”

Vivian shook her head, stuffing her frozen hands into her jacket pockets. It was Thursday night, after their last lecture of the evening. None of them had class the next day, so Thursdays were their typical party nights. Viv would usually be eager to join her mates, but she had other plans that didn’t include being in a crowded pub. Her laptop was to be her companion that night, and that was more than enough for her. Especially with the content it would be allowing her to view.

“I’m gonna have a night in. Give myself a break from last week. Christ knows my liver could use it.”

“Last weekend was rough,” Teddy agreed. “I woke up cuddled to fuckin’ Liam, vomit on me shirt, and a hand cuff on only one wrist.” He shuddered like the memory gave him the chills.

“Kinky,” Viv snickered.

“That was a good cuddle, though, wasn’t it?” Liam defended. “I was cosy.” “We just gonna ignore the vomit and handcuff I mentioned?”

“I honestly don’t even know how that happened,” Viv reflected. “I swear I was with you two until we fell asleep that night.”

“Teddy and I went out after we got you into bed,” Liam said. “Think we ran into a couple birds at a pub a few blocks over.”

“Well, it was Halloween weekend. Was one of ‘em dressed as a police woman?”

“Oh my god! That’s right!” Teddy exclaimed, smacking his palm to his forehead. “That redhead was a sexy officer. That’s definitely where the handcuffs came from.”

“And I’m pretty sure her friend was the one who got the vomit on your shirt,” Liam said with a definitive nod.

“Well, as fun as this little flashback has been, this is where I get off,” Viv announced, even though the two boys knew full well where she lived. Since they were in their second year, Viv was able to get a flat just off campus by herself. It was just a studio thing, but it served its purpose, and she was glad to be out of student housing. While she’d enjoyed having a roommate,—who was the aforementioned Carrie that she’d formed a strong friendship with—she didn’t so much enjoy not having private space and having to share a loo with twenty other girls. She had to maintain a part-time job in order to pay for her rent and food, but it was well worth it to have her own space.

“We’ll be at Fitz’s if yeh change your mind,” Teddy shouted to her as she mounted the stairs to take her two her second-level flat.

“I’m stayin’ in, I promise. I’ll see yeh this weekend.”

The two boys waved at her as a goodbye and sent their well wishes of a good night. They were still in sight when Viv finally shut her door and locked it behind her.

The flat was a warm reprieve from the autumn chill outside. She didn’t have to turn her heat on much, since her large windows allowed in enough light during the day to keep the old building warm into the evening. Well, that was when the sun was out enough. Luckily, that day had been mostly free of clouds, so Viv didn’t think twice about shucking her coat and boots and just bustling around her flat in her jumper and leggings. She got her laptop booted up as she went about making herself a cuppa and rummaging around for something to eat. She’d gone grocery shopping at the beginning of the week, but she still seemed to be a bit awful at the whole meal-making thing. She knew she had the ingredients necessary for a decent meal, she just wasn’t sure how to put it together, really. The kettle was whistling by the time she decided on some soup and a grilled cheese.

So, she made herself a brew while she waited for her chicken noodle soup to heat. She let the bag steep while she buttered some bread and sprinkled some shredded cheese. Within ten minutes, she had herself a proper meal, and she’d just sat down when a little notification popped up on her computer screen. If it had been a week earlier, she’d have been absolutely embarrassed by the sender of the message and the website that it had been sent through, but, as it was, she felt a fluttering in her tummy and stirring between her hips. She still wasn’t exactly proud of her late night escapades, but she didn’t feel the shame she once had.

The message read that the video would be live in half an hour, so Vivian finished her dinner and cuppa in peace, though the excitement was definitely building within her. She was getting wet just at the thought of what she’d be witnessing in just a few minutes, and if she wasn’t already so far gone, she’d be a little weirded out at herself. But, as it were, she did a little shimmy when there was only five minutes left until the stream started, and she busied herself with washing the dishes she’d used and pouring herself a glass of wine.

While her sofa was comfy, she decided her bed was a more comfortable place to be, so she hunkered down there, setting her laptop up beside her and opening the webpage she needed. The screen was blank, aside from the ads and recommended videos on the sides, but she knew in a few minutes the most exciting part of her week would be broadcast for her to see. The message sent out as she sat there announced that there was only one more minute until the broadcast went live. She took one last sip of her wine. The username ‘UniBoy94’ was marked as ‘online’ just before the screen flickered to life. That fluttery feeling was back as her newly favourite obsession filled her screen.

The only sound coming through the speakers were whatever music was playing in the man’s room on the other side of the screen. Vivian noticed the familiar chords of a song that she liked and had just discovered from a more local band she’d actually seen at a bar a few weeks ago. She couldn’t linger on that fact too long, though, because the man took a deep breath, straining his pecs against the soft-looking cotton of his plain grey t-shirt. She could only see him from the neck down, keeping what she could assume were perfect lips from her eyes, though she could imagine his lips were parted as he took his breath. His large hands came into view, his rings adorned on his long fingers. There was a small cross tattoo on his left hand that she was strangely fond of—probably because it was such a conflict with the lascivious acts he did so often for people to watch.

His right hand snuck up under his shirt and slowly dragged the material up his torso, first revealing the matching laurels tattooed into the dips of his V line. Viv couldn’t help but lick her lips as she watched his shirt ride up higher and higher, exposing his happy trail, belly button, large butterfly tattoo, his pecs. He let his shirt stay there, hooking the hem into his mouth, keeping his face out of view of the camera. His right hand trailed back down his body, slipping his fingers into the waistband of the boxers he was wearing. The rings caught at the elastic band as he continued to drag his hand down, exposing the light patch of hair that weirdly made Viv aroused. She’d never really admit it to anyone, but she liked mens’ body hair in it’s natural state. The man on the other side of the screen kept his pubic area trimmed neat, but he didn’t seem to completely remove any part of it, including where it connected up into his happy trail. Viv was particularly fond of the look.

His hand abandoned its adventure into his boxers as he sat upright to use both hands to draw his shirt over his head. Viv was glad to see the swallows just below each of his collar bones, as well as all the tattoos that adorned the upper part of his left arm. For the most part, his tattoos were all on that arm, except for one that was on his right forearm. The strange contrast between the two sides of him would seem a bit off to some people, but it pleased the part of Viv that couldn’t decide if she was more attracted to men with tattoos or men that were a clean-skinned. She got both in the mystery man on the other side of the screen.

Vivian’s breathing sped up as the man leaned forward to type on the computer, his message popping up on the screen once he was finished.

‘Got a request to use a vibrator. Your wish = my command.’

Viv could have sworn she felt her heart skip a beat. That was her suggestion from Tuesday night’s session. While watching him work his hand over himself, scratch his short nails down his lightly sculpted abs, and thrust his hips up into his slick hand was enough to send her over, she really wanted to see him when there was more stimulation. He was already pretty vocal as it was, grunting when he approached his orgasm and whimpering when something he did felt particularly good, but she could only imagine the noises he’d make if something was vibrating against his cock.

She wasn’t disappointed.

He peeled the red boxers from his hips, still kneeling on his bed. His cock was already hard, and it bobbed as he sat back to discard the last of the material that was covering him. He settled back into the pillows behind him and reached for something off camera, cock resting against his belly. He had the most impressive dick Viv had ever seen. She admired everything about it, from the length that nearly reached his belly button, the girth that looked like it would offer a nice stretch when he’d enter her, the glistening red tip, to the vein that ran up his length, visibly pulsing when he was particularly aroused. While she’d never encountered it in person, it was what she stacked every other dick up against, but it was hardly fair. UniBoy was the stuff of legends, and she would have thought it was photoshopped if she didn’t know for certain that these little videos of his were broadcasted live.

He came back with a vibrator in hand, already plugged in somewhere off screen. Not only was it a vibrator, but it was a wand that Viv had seen used in countless porn videos. She was always envious of the people using them, as she could hear the power of the vibrations, even through the shitty speakers of her laptop. She’d always wanted one ever since she knew what a vibrator was, but they were expensive for a vibrator, and the twenty quid one she owned did fine. Maybe when she made more than was enough to pay rent and bills, then she’d buy a fancy one.

The man wielded the toy in his right hand, clicking it on to what appeared to be the lowest setting. He very slowly touched the bulbous end of the want to the place where the shaft of his cock met his balls, and he automatically tensed, a low moan rumbling through his chest. If Viv had been wet before, she was absolutely dripping now, and he hadn’t even properly touched himself yet. She quickly set her wine on her bedside table and reached under the covers to slip herself out of her sleep shorts and panties. Her left hand lingered over her folds, gently teasing the little bud that peaked out from the center. She was sensitive already, and she could already guess that she wasn’t going to make it through this whole session before cumming.

He still only hand the wand pressed to his length, his free left hand resting at his chest, tweaking his right nipple every so often. Viv watched as he trailed the head of the device up to the tip of his penis, letting it rest against the underside as he flicked the vibrations to a higher setting. He whimpered, left hand clenching into the skin of his chest as he heaved a bit with the extra stimulation. Viv let her fingers dip between her folds, feeling how absolutely drenched she was for the first time. She’d never been so wet in her life until she’d discovered this boy’s videos. It had started as an innocent scroll through Tumblr, looking at stuff the people she followed posted. In the middle of her posts about weird science facts and cute videos of hairless cats was a very naughty two minute video of a man stroking himself. The film was in black and white, but Viv was immediately taken with the display of tattoos and the way the man’s body reacted to his own ministrations. If she hadn’t been in the library, she would have played the video then and there, but she saved it so she could come back to it later.

When she got home later that evening, she took a scroll through the blog of the person who posted the video. Everything was anonymous, and the man never posted anything of his face or where he was from or what he did outside of making videos. It was obvious he was in uni, just from his username, but outside of that, there was no personal information, not even his first name. She was taken with his videos and the other content of his blog, and she could admit to herself that she’d gotten off to his short snippets of videos more than a few times in the few days she took scouring his blog for content.

That was a few weeks ago, and somehow she had graduated to actually paying to see his live streams that he’d had advertised on his page. It wasn’t a lot to view a video—only five quid—but she could see the viewer number on the screen, and there was very nearly five thousand people watching. The man made a lot of money masturbating for random people on the internet, and she couldn’t begrudge him that. Honestly, she didn’t understand why she hadn’t thought of that as opposed to working part time at a book store. She’d be making a hell of a lot more money, that’s for sure.

So, this was how she spent her Tuesday and Thursday nights, now. She wasn’t even upset that she shelled out ten pounds a week for this, because at least she knew she was helping him attend uni and pay for the assumed flat that he lived in. Plus, she stopped having to search through thousands of porn videos when she was horny in order to just find one video that she could actually stand to watch. She had been without a boyfriend for nearly a year now, and her hand wasn’t really cutting it, so the porn was a necessary evil. Now, though, she watched the exact content she wanted to see. And, the fact that she paid to view his videos meant she was able to see all his past videos whenever she pleased. She didn’t think it got much better than that.

Besides actually having sex with him of course, but that wasn’t very likely to happen.

The man finally pulled the vibrator away from his straining cock to reveal rivulets of precum dripping down his shaft, his head completely red. He let his left hand drift down and used only his first finger and thumb to circle around the head, dragging the slickness down his length. The stroked just like that, ever so slowly for what seemed like whole minutes. It was pure torture for Viv, following the same slow pace he set for himself as she dipped her fingers into her clenching hole. His hips began slowly pushing up to meet his downward pulls, his control wavering.

As his pace began to speed up, Viv used her other hand to rub broad circles over her clit, making herself whimper. She wanted so badly to cum already, but she’d made a game with herself to not let herself cum until the man did. She loved to watch the way his whole body clenched with his release, and it was exactly what she needed to push herself over the edge.

The vibrator was still buzzing in his other hand, and Vivian’s chest constricted as she heard him turn it up two settings before bringing it to his already-sensitive head.

“Fuuu—” drew out from his lips. Viv could guess he’d thrown his head back by the way the muscles in his neck strained. She could see a bright pink flush spreading across his chest as it heaved from his laboured breath. He had to be the sexiest man she had ever seen, and she’d never had even a peek of his face.

Viv’s circles on her clit got faster and smaller as his left hand sped up, matching his strokes exactly. She plunged two fingers from her other hand inside of her, hooking them to press against that spongy spot along her front wall. She was always glad for her longer fingers, because it made piano playing more of a breeze, but she also liked their ability to reach that place inside her that had her hitching her breath when she pressed just right.

She heard more than saw him amp up the vibrator one more setting, followed by his string of, “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”

He got vocal like that often, and the depth and timbre of his voice turned Viv on just as much as watching him touch himself did. She was sure it wasn’t always that deep or strained, but something about his inability to contain himself while getting himself off for a bunch of strangers absolutely ruined her.

“‘m gonna cum,” he huffed out, the snapping of his hips into his fist getting faster. He never relented on the constant vibration to his swollen head, which only made Viv move faster, chasing her own orgasm. She could feel that coil ready to snap in her belly, and she was just waiting for that last piece to just completely send her over.

Before she could become desperate for it, his abs clenched harshly and his thighs flexed as he pushed up once more to meet his hand. He never completely removed the vibrator from himself, but he just trailed it down to his balls again, letting it feed the force of his climax. She watched, captivated, as his milky cum spurt from his head, shooting up over his stomach and dribbling down over his fist, covering his rings. Hearing him groan and bite out various curses pushed Viv over, throwing her head back and letting out a moan of her own as her release washed over her.

She opened her eyes back up just in time to watch the man on screen shakily prop himself back up in order to get to his keyboard. She watched as his shaky hands struggled to type out a message, catching her own breath as the little bubble popped up on screen.

‘To the bird who suggested the vibrator: You’re my fucking queen.’

Vivian’s tummy erupted in those flutters for an entirely different reason then.

So...obviously since the fic involves an OFC, I am willing to build on this if anyone would like to see more parts. I actually do have a rough outline of a short story if people would like more. If not, it will remain this onsehot. But, if you do want more, let me know! I do so appreciate hearing from you guys.

Nikki xx

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