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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Mirrors

Prelude - Haha Hi I've never done anything quite like this or this long (like 5k bich) but I am THORSTy and I’ve been sitting on these asks for so long I’m so sorry. ALSO to the ppl sending me the sweet gentle asks about my blog guess what??? I would D I E for you legit I read one of them this morning I almost teared up. I haven’t cried (Except for like (TW) s*ui*ide cry lol those don’t count) since like??? last year?? no joke.

ANYWHO idk how to write a praise kink so I went with like, insecurity? but then Kiribaku likes makes the reader just melt cause they keep praising her and they bring it out during nasty times and she's GONE yeeted off the earth it makes her so hot and wet lol.

Pairing - Kiribaku X Reader

Prompt -

Warnings - NSFW!!!! Dirty talk, my best effort at a praise kink, mirror stuff, ummmm mentions of kidnapping. DUB-CON big time, maybe technically even noncon cause reader DOES NOT want it but has just. resigned herself to being a plaything.

Music - https://youtu.be/STO4-8vkG0U

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“What the fuck did you just say?”

You couldn’t meet Bakugou’s eyes. HIs gaze was so intense, eyes so passionate and fierce. You were so embarrassed, aware of Kirishima’s gaze fixed on your form from where he was seated in the armchair.

“I-I…….. don’t like it…. when you talk like that….”

“Fuckin’ what?” Bakugou barked, his brows knitting in confusion.

“What do you mean, baby?” Kiri stood, moving to sit next to Bakugou on the couch so he could see your face.

You wiggled around uncomfortably in your spot on the floor, where you were kneeling between Bakugou’s feet. Kirishima had made some comment, something about how pretty you looked being so sweet for Bakugou. You were literally just sitting there, but Kiri thought you worthy of praise

“It’s not true…… I’m not-my body doesn’t look nice and I just….. every time you guys say stuff about me, all I can think of is how bad I look.” It was hard to choke out the words, your face flushing red as your eyes filled with tears. You were so embarrassed, having to explain your insecurities to your kidnappers. It was bad enough that they dressed you up in slinky outfits, booty shorts and thin shirts that were almost see-through. You hated it, hated the way it made you feel, hated the way it made you look. It was humiliating.

“Well that’s a bunch of bullshit. I don’t go around saying shit unless it’s true.” Bakugou glared down at you. He seemed angry that you would even have that view of yourself, the foot resting on the floor by your hip beginning to tap in agitation.

Kirishima scooted closer so he could reach you, his hand coming up to stroke your hair. “We mean what we say. You’re beautiful, such a good, obedient little girl for us.”

“No, no - please don’t say that kind of stuff!” You were getting worked up now, tears falling freely as you hugged your arms around your body. Kirishima shared a look with Bakugou, the two men quickly deciding to drop the conversation and move on to something else.

“Tch, whatever. C’mere” Bakugou patted his leg, prompting you to shuffle out of your kneeling position and onto his lap. You would rather not, but you knew what resistance would result in, and you’d prefer not having to nurse a sore bottom and mild burns for the next few days. Bakugou wrapped an arm loosely around your waist, tugging you closer to him on his lap. Kiri still petted your hair, pressed up against the blond man’s side as he smiled at you.

“It’s fine baby, calm down. Maybe one day you’ll see what we see.” Without leaving any room for you to argue, Kirishima planted a quick smooch on your forehead before rising from the couch. “Do you two have any preferences for dinner? I was thinking we could order something from that yakisoba place, remember Bakugou? The one Mina recommended.”

“Yeah, go for it. They have any spicy shit?”

Tuning them out, you swiped at your tears, trying to reel yourself back into a steady emotional state. You feel so weak these days, both physically and emotionally. Being held captive by the two men had worn you down, made you prone to teary outbursts. You held no control - your daily routine dictated by the men from the first day they had snatched you from your home. You were reluctant to obey, had even fought them at first, but you quickly realized it was easier (and less painful) to just do what they wanted.

Fighting was useless.

——

Weeks had passed since your little outburst. Unfortunately, Bakugou and Kirishima weren’t willing to give up praising you every chance they got. You had an inkling suspicion that they had upped the amount of comments they made about you ever since that day, enjoying watching you squirm and your face go bright red. It made you blush, yes. Made your heart beat a little faster, made you flounder for words if you were in the middle of speaking. But you just felt….. shame when they praised you.

They lauded you for your obedience, how compliant you were for them. Kiri would ask you to sit down and wait at the table while he answered the door (“don’t make a sound baby.”), and you did. Bakugou would have you sit in his lap while playing video games, and you tried you’re best not to squirm. It made you almost feel sick inside, how quickly you had adjusted to being their “good girl”. You just wanted to please, didn’t want them angry at you.

What really made you blush was when they would strip you down, bend you over the nearest surface. They’d be fucking into you, fondling your body while whispering compliments in-between kisses. You never felt “beautiful” nor “delicious”, no matter how many times they told you otherwise. It was especially humiliating when one of them would take you on the bed, the other watching. You always wanted to hide, shield away your body from their prying eyes, but they never let you.

You just didn’t get it, didn’t understand what they saw when they looked at you. Staring into the bathroom mirror, all you saw were your imperfections, your insecurities. It was shameful, pathetic. You felt entirely unworthy of the attention and love you were being showered with.

——

The boys had seemed more… energetic today, Kirishima almost seeming to bounce with each step, Bakugou smiling gently at you. It made you nervous. It made you even more nervous when Bakugou took his leave, giving both you and Kirishima a quick peck on the lips before going out the door. It was a weekend, and you knew that both men didn’t have work today. You tried asking Kirishima where Bakugou was going, but all you got out of him was a laugh and “Don’t worry about it! He’s gonna do a little bit of shopping.”

Well, at least that eased your mind a tiny bit.

You didn’t have much time to dwell on it though, Kirishima herding you into the basement. It was the their home gym, filled with weights and machines that kept the two men strong and fit, and you weren’t usually allowed down there. If you were, it was because both of the men were present, and they could watch you while they worked out (you knew that they liked showing off for you, even if they didn’t admit it.).

But today Kiri wasn’t going down there to work out. Once the two of you made it down the steps, Kiri was pulling an exercise bench over, instructing you to lay down on it, belly up. You did what he said.

“‘Kay, I’m gonna go upstairs to get some stuff. I want your shorts off by the time I get back, alright baby?”

You nodded.

Sighing, you shimmied your shorts down as he left. You never had to worry about underwear - they never let you wear it unless you were on your period. You knew vaguely what direction this was going in, and had already resigned yourself to getting fucked silly by the redhead. It was practically useless trying to resist.

When he came back, you were surprised. He had rope and…… a Hitachi. That was new. In the short time you’d been living with them, you had gotten used to their habits when they fucked you. Neither man was too interested in toys, preferring to stimulate you manually, so this was an unwelcome surprise.

“Mmhm, you look so sexy baby.” Kiri kneeled down next to you, before peeling apart your thighs. He grinned at you, shark teeth flashing, before snatching up the Hitachi wand, pressing it directly against your pussy. You didn’t like where this is going.

He didn’t turn it on, instead reaching for the rope that he had brought down. The redhead began wrapping it around your thighs, lifting your legs to encircle them with the rope. It took a few minutes, which were tense, silent as you watched him work. He made sure to also circle the rope around your hands and torso, anchoring your arms by your side. When Kiri was finished, you were trapped, unable to move your legs, to even simply part them an inch. The Hitachi wand was still directly on your pussy, snug and unmoving. It rubbed against your clit, making you bite your lip at the delicious friction. Kirishima gave you a flashy smile, turning to ruffle your hair. Distantly you noticed he didn’t have a shirt on.

“Alright babe, we’re gonna have some fun while we wait for Katsuki. You know what this is?” He tapped the wand nestled between your legs.

“It’s…. It’s a vibrator.” You managed, throat suddenly dry.

Kirishima seemed to beam even brighter. “Yeah! I’m gonna turn it on, let you have your fun. But you gotta tell me before you cum, okay? Think you can do that?”

A quick nod from you and the vibrator buzzed to life between your legs, Kirishima not in the mood to dawdle. Your back arched off the bench at the sensation, the pleasure quick and intense. Kirishima stayed kneeling beside you, watching you writhe as he changed the speed of the wand.

It didn’t take long for you to cry out, “Kirishima, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. It made your shirt stick to your chest, accentuate the heaving of your breasts as panted. Right before you orgasmed though, Kiri flipped the off switch, the vibrations cutting off and leaving you hanging. Your eyes shot open, confusion furrowing you’re brow.

“Wha-Kiri? What?”

The redhead smirked, pressing a hand to your tummy to prevent you from moving against the wand, desperate for more stimulation, desperate to orgasm.

“Not yet baby, not yet.”

He patted your stomach soothingly as you stared up at him in confusion. You had been so close! Why have you tell him when you’re going to cum, only to rip that away from you??

A minute passed, then two, Kirishima still rubbing his big hand across your tummy. It was meant to be soothing, a soft gesture, but it only heated your skin, made pleasure thrum in your veins. When you had sufficiently calmed down, chest no longer heaving, Kiri reached down and flicked the wand back on, chuckling at the way you desperately ground against the rounded head of the toy.

“Mm, desperate little baby, aren’t you?” He was kissing your neck, letting his tongue slip out to lick at the skin there. It set you on fire. Reaching the high of orgasm came even quicker this time, spurred on by your movements and determination to cum. If you didn’t tell Kirishima when you were about to, he wouldn’t be able to stop you. So you stayed silent, circling your hips as best you could, leaning into the hot kisses being pressed to your throat.

All of a sudden, the vibrator clicked off, Kirishima’s hand on your tummy once again.

“Thought you could get away with that one? You’re so cute.”

You felt like screaming, yelling out your frustration. He knew your body too well, could feel the hitch in your breath as you prepared to orgasm, felt your fingers tighten, clenching around nothing. He had stopped the vibrator right as you were beginning to feel it, the wave of pleasure. It was frustrating.

You could hardly believe you were thinking this, but you couldn’t wait for Bakugou to get back.

——

It was torture, having your orgasm slip away from you time after time. Kirishima was having fun, groping your chest, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and collarbone. He liked seeing you struggle, almost at the point of begging and pleading with him in your need to cum.

He had been edging you for a while now, you didn’t even know how many orgasms he had yanked you away from. Kiri had just stopped you once more, turning the vibrator off and holding you still /right/ as you felt yourself letting go. You wanted to scream, on the verge of tears. But then Kirishima was glancing at his phone, stuffing it in his pocket before standing so he could untie you from the bench.

“Bakugou’s back, we’re gonna go see what he brought home for us!”

You could barely think straight, wincing when Kiri removed the vibrator pressing up against your pussy. You were drenched, pussy wet and red and puffy, your own slick covering your thighs. Kirishima helped you to your feet, guiding you into your shorts. You were too out of it to do much, simply letting the man guide and push and lift your body as he pleased. When he pressed up against you to pull your shorts snug over your hips, you felt his bulge through his shorts, poking you in the stomach. You suppose he’d been waiting for relief too, just the same as you.

Kirishima helped you totter up the basement stairs, then guided you towards the bedroom, hand on your waist. You stumbled through the door, eyes immediately focusing on the giant mirror leaned up against the wall. How had Bakugou even gotten it through the door?

“Damn Kiri, you’re really worked up.”

Bakugou was sitting on the bed, unlacing his shoes. Kirishima chuckled, hand leaving your waist so he could go sit beside the blonde.

“Me and her both man. Had to hold myself back, she was making such raunchy sounds.”

Their attention turned to you, both men smirking as they eyed you, Kirishima still with a prominent tent in his shorts.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ bet.” Bakugou smirked.

Kirishima stood, stepping languidly around you until he was at your back, broad chest pressing up against you.

“I mean, look at this -“ a hand cupped your mound, making you jump. You were still sensitive from being denied so many times, even the slightest touch had you twitching. “ - she’s fucking dripping.”

It was true, the crotch of your shorts soaked with your juices. Kiri rubbed his index finger against the seam, pressing it up and against your clit. You shuddered, hand flying up at grasp onto his arm. It felt so good, you hated his touch, didn’t want his hands on you, but oh, your body liked it.

Kirishima pushed you forward, fingers still teasing you through your wet shorts. You gasped when you were pushed face first into the bed, bent at the waist. A hot, blunt hardness rubbed up against you, Kiri’s hand still cupping your mound.

“You’re being such a good little bitch, letting us do whatever the fuck we want to your stupid little cunt.”

You lifted your eyes, saw Bakugou smirking down at you as you were rocked gently by the force of Kiri’s humping. The blond was palming himself over his jeans, but your attention was quickly shifted when you felt your shorts getting ripped down, off your body.

“Step out.” You obeyed. Kirishima was hungry, lustful - voice deeper and serious now - no trace of his signature lightheartedness. He always got like this this when he was excited. Your head was wrenched to the side, cheek mashed against the bedspread, large hand pressing and holding you in place. Belatedly, you recognized you were facing the mirror leaned against the wall, could see Kirishima’s bulk behind you, his shorts already pulled down to reveal his hard cock. If you hadn’t taken it before, you would be scared. He was thick, blunt and girthy - not to mention a considerable length. The tip was flushed red, almost purple, shiny with leaked precum and almost swollen.

“Look at yourself in the mirror baby, you see that? How nice you look, all obedient and ready to take my cock? Such a good, sweet little girl.”

You looked so tiny compared to the redhead, the man having to bend his knees slightly to rub the head of his cock against your pussy. You tried not to moan when he focused it on your clit, rubbing it rapidly over the nub. “Kiri - please……Aah! Let me - lemme cum..” You whined.

“God, you’re so perfect, you know that?” He breathed out a laugh, still rubbing the head of his blunt cock over your clit, hand still forcing your head to the side, making you watch his movements. You almost wanted to cry - being teased and denied for so long. You just wanted to cum, wanted to get this over quickly so you could go shower.

Normally seeing yourself in a mirror was something you’d try to avoid, not favoring the way you looked. But now, you were mesmerized, watching through the reflection the way Kirishima’s red cock pulsed as he finally, finally slipped it into your opening. You choked on a moan as he slowly stretched you out, feeding inch after inch of his wide cock into you. In the mirror, you saw him tip his head back, groaning low in his throat when he finally bottomed out, fat balls pressed flush against you.

“Fuck, oh god, feels so good. You’re so good, can feel your pretty little pussy trying to milk me.” He leaned down, warm chest plastered across your back as he whispered in your ear.

“You really want this, don’t you? Such a gorgeous baby, so sexy and hot and perfect.”

The man didn’t start out slowly, he never did. He was aggressive, unrelenting as he thrust his fat cock into you over and over. Your legs were shaking, the pleasure making you weak-kneed, your tongue lolling out of your open mouth, unable to quiet your moans. Kirishima’s pace was frenzied, excited, animalistic as he chased his own pleasure, the sound of his skin slapping against your own filling the room. It was incredible.

His dick hit all the right spots, pressing you closer and closer to your orgasm. If he didn’t let you cum this time you were going to cry. Your could hear the lecherous, sinful sounds of your pussy squelching, milky juices getting everywhere. It coated his dick, was covering your thighs. You could feel drops of wetness being flicked everywhere on every thrust, the wet, fast slaps of his thighs against you making your stomach clench even harder. The hand in your hair pulled up slightly, wrenching your head back in order for Kiri to give your a quick, desperate kiss - full of teeth and spit. He had hardly detached from your lips before he was mouthing at your back, spitting out filth as he did so.

“Shit, I love you so much. Wish I could be inside you all time - see how easily your body takes me? You were made for this, such a filthy little baby. Always look so tempting, always wanna fuck you, fill you up, make you squirt.”

His words were getting to you, as you were forced to watch him pounding into you, hips snapping and tensing in an animalistic fashion. It was too much - the pleasure, his crude words, the visual of seeing yourself getting fucked, worshipped. Your eyes closed, clenching shut as you moaned over a particularly satisfying thrust. Kiri didn’t like that. The hand not holding your head against the bed slipped underneath you, immediately finding your clit, pinching at it viciously.

“Open your eyes, keep watching or else I stop.”

You wailed, eyes flying open. Kirishima was smiling, still kissing sloppily at your back as he began playing with your clit.

“You always look so tasty, can’t tell you - Fuck! - how many times I think about fucking your brains out during the day - shit, you’re so good for me.”

HIs hips stuttered as he rammed forward, signaling he was close. He wasn’t the only one - your hands clawing at the bedspread, your hips moving and twitching as you tried to grind yourself against his hand, his cock slamming into you. His big hand rubbed you just right, and it sent a pang of sizzling pleasure trough your body. A broken cry left you as you finally orgasmed, hot, shaking, senseless. Thank god.

The wild twitching of your pussy as you rode out your high triggered Kirishima’s own orgasm, the man burying his face between your shoulder blades as his own hips twitched wildly, humping his cock into you as he released his seed. He was cursing, saying something, but it was muffled by the skin he caught between his teeth, making you squeal as you felt hot cum shoot into you. It took a minute for the man to slow down, thrusting through his orgasm and into the aftershocks, milking and prolonging both of your pleasure. It felt so good, so right. You were so high from the endorphins that you couldn’t even think to remember how wrong this was, how you didn’t want any of it.

Pulling out, Kirishima watched his cum begin dripping out of your cunt, pushing himself away from your back as he stood, chest heaving, body glistening with sweat. You were barely able to keep yourself up, still bent over the bed, legs wobbly and arms jelly. A separate set of hands pulled you to the side, and you let yourself be manhandled, pulled and situated in Bakugou’s lap, his chest to your back.

You had forgotten about Bakugou.

His jeans were off, along with his boxers. His shirt was gone too, thrown somewhere on the floor. The blond ripped at the shirt still plastered to your chest, the fabric giving in easily to his strength. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as it shredded right through the middle, freeing your tits. It’s not like it hid anything anyways.

“Jesus, that was so fuckin’ hot, watching Kiri pound into you like that. Look at yourself, leaking everywhere like a damn hose. You like having Kiri’s cum sliding out of your soggy little cunt?”

His chin hooked over your shoulder and he directed your gaze forward.

There was another mirror.

It was leaned up against the far wall, allowing you a perfect view of your sweaty, debauched body as Bakugou spread you legs, hooking your knees over his own so he could force your thighs even further apart. Oh god.

He was hard as a rock, moving your body around on his lap so his dick pressed up against the outside of your pussy, cum still escaping from your hole. You were exhausted, body limp and pliant - you didn’t know if you could go another round.

Bakugou didn’t care.

A harsh slap had you crying out, a sharp “Ah!” Filling the room. Bakugou slapped your slit again, and you tried to curl in on yourself, protect yourself from the abuse on your sensitive pussy. The blond slithered a hand around your chest, reaching up to grip your throat lightly.

“Stop that. Fucking look at this shit. See how sloppy your pussy is? Everytime I do this - “ He delivered another quick slap, and you writhed on his lap, which caused you to push against the hard cock nestled between your thighs. “ - You let more cream out.”

Without saying anything more, Bakugou shoved the hand not around your throat under your thigh, lifting you up just enough so he could slip his dick into you. HIs cock was less girth than Kirishima’s - it was about the same length but a more manageable size. He had been jacking off while watching Kiri fuck you, so his length was already coated in a layer of his spit and precum. That, combined with the cum already drenching your insides, meant he met virtually no resistance as he thrust up slowly.

You writhed, the hand at your throat and at your thigh keeping you steady in his lap. Kirishima was on the floor, leaning his back against the bed as he watched the two of you in the mirror, still panting and calming down from his intense orgasm.

There wasn’t any time to adjust, to ask Bakugou to wait, you’re too sensitive to go again! He was more relaxed than Kirishima, more controlled and languid in his thrusting. He rolled his hips, bouncing you gently in his lap as he forced you to keep your head straight, despite your efforts to turn away from the mirror showing your own reflection. You looked absolutely filthy - face flushed, tits bouncing, Bakugou’s hard cock drilling into you. You couldn’t help but moan, the sight stirring up something, some heated feeling inside your tummy.You liked watching them fuck you.

“Goddamn, every single time feels so fucking good. Shit, shit shit shit - it’s like you were made for us!”

He sounded so gleeful, so truthful. You unconsciously clenched around his length, feeling tingly as his thrusts ground deep, hit every single spot that made a sweet zing of bliss race through your body.

“Ah, ah fuck, you finally get it? You see what we’re fuckin’ on about when we say you look so damn delicious? Shit, I wanna take a bite outta you, so juicy and ripe and fucking perfect.”

Bakugou was out of breath, his voice deep as he growled at you. You grabbed at the arm around your chest, his thighs, his hair - anything to anchor yourself as his balls papped against you. You could hear someone moaning, whining and sobbing, was that you?

Kirishima had recovered, moving to kneel between Bakugou’s and your own spread legs. “Bakugou, you two look so good together.” That seemed to spur the blond on, his thrusts speeding up as he grunted. You screamed when you felt a wet muscle swip at your clit, looking down to see Kirishima grinning up at you, his tongue hanging out. On each thrust, he was licking at Bakugou’s cock, and then at your clit right above him, making you wiggle and spasm as you tried to escape the intense sensation.

“Kiri, Kir- stop! Stop, please I can’t! Stop, stop stop stop!”

You were pushing at his head, albeit weakly, but you were trying to move him away, becoming frantic as the combined efforts of the two men overwhelmed you, had you throwing your head back against Bakugou’s shoulder and gasping. Bakugou snickered, before plunging his tongue into your open mouth, stealing a kiss. You whined, scrabbling at his arms, Kirishima’s hair, trying to get away but simultaneously trying to bring the two of them closer. It felt so /good/, you didn’t even have the words to describe how heavenly and lascivious and filthy you were feeling.

“Hah, you’re so wet, you hear yourself? Sloppy girl. Taking me so well, shit, so goddamn good.”

You could indeed, hear yourself. On every thrust of Bakugou’s, your pussy squelched, greedily sucking him in. It was absolutely filthy, hearing your juices and Kiri’s cum sloshing together as Bakugou shoved his cock into you, again and again. You could hear Kirishima slurping at your cunt with fervor, could tell by the slick sounds and rhythmic movement of his arm that he was frantically jerking himself off as he lapped at the point where Bakugou’s hot flesh met your own. It was hot, not only in temperature.

“C’mon baby, let it out, let me taste you. Wanna see you clenching around Katsuki’s cock like the good, sweet little girl you are.”

Kirishima’s words hand you reeling, and the second his lips went back to attacking your clit, you were gone. It almost hurt, how tense your muscles became, squeezing an agonizingly delicious orgasm out of you. Bakugou felt you release, his thrusts speeding up as Kirishima kept his tongue out, laving at Bakuguo’s cock as he hammered into your clenching cunt. You were crying, twisting In Bakugou’s hold as you were quickly overstimulated, shrieking as you were left with no respite.

It didn’t take long for Bakugou to cum, spurred on by your writhing and tears, the way you were begging and pleading and sobbing, imploring the men to stop. With a guttural moan, the blond gave on last thrust, shooting his seed into you, hot ropes of cum filling you up. Kirishima was still licking around Bakugou’s cock, catching the cum and slick that squeezed it’s way past the cock plugging you up.

You shivered, relaxing against the hard chest behind you as Kirishima eventually stopped lapping at you, his own arm still. He had cum again at some point, pumping his cock into his own fist. Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss behind your ear, panting hotly against the shell.

“Fuuuuuck-“ he whined out “- that was amazing.”

“Mhmm.” Kiri hummed his agreement, slowly standing. The redhead flopped down on the bed, crawling up to sprawl out on one side, head resting against a pillow. Bakugou slipped out of you with no warning, your sudden gasp as you felt wet drip out of you making him chuckle. He maneuvered your lax body onto the bed, next to Kirishima, before pressing himself up behind you, trapping your body between the two men. You were too tired to feel gross, to mind the wet slide of your thighs as you shifted into a more comfortable position. Kirishima threw an arm around your waist, leaning up on his elbow to hover over and across you, stealing a kiss from Bakugou. Then he was stealing one from you, wet mouth connected to your own.

You didn’t fight.

When he flopped back down, you breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like you could finally relax as the two men stayed silent, all three of you exhausted, fucked out.

This was only the tip of the ice berg.

If you knew how often and intensely the men intended to fuck you near the mirrors, you would probably pass out. They just wanted to show you what they saw in you. It had been two of the strongest orgasms you had experienced in a while, but there was no way you’d admit it was because of their praising and insistence on making you watch yourself getting railed by them.

For now, you let yourself drift into a comfortable doze, let the heat of the two bodies caging you in keep you warm, keep you trapped.

Why bother fighting?

There was no escape.

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ferrethyun · 4 years

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for your consideration using my m/n hcs,,,but different au,,,poly bts × m/n who really needs that cash money to buy art supplies (even though he should buy groceries) to continue commissions to make money but he needs it bad 👀 so he makes a suga(r) bby acc but got stressed out abt it in 15 mins bc ppl started liking his profile so he deleted it but forgot he downloaded an app to mssg these sugar daddies and mommys so he texts "hello" but uninstalls the app (1/2)

(2/2) but gets an email notif saying "you have x new messages on xyz" and he's like "are you there god, its me, its been a while" and re installs the app only to find replies and he yeets his phone across the room and now he's been texting the boys for 5 days straight deep and 😳😔😖🤧 this is so specific and accidently long im sorry tea but im really going thru it rn 😞

hehehehhehehe,,,, i started and idk where i was going with it but i did it uwuwuwuuwuw. also,,,, aren’t we all nonny owo’’’

Pairing: Implied!Sugardaddies!Poly!Bts x M!Sugarbaby!Reader

The nearly depleted art supplies that sat on his messy desk seemed to mock Y/n as he stared at the several junk emails that were of a similar subject line

“OverAllSeeking: xxxx has liked your profile!”

The app he downloaded was deleted a half hour ago but the emails kept popping up as he hadn’t deleted his account. The account was a sugar babying account, Y/n really needed the money as his supplies were dwindling and his commissions were just not covering it this time. His dual coloured eyes glared at the screen before a click sounded through the room, telling him that he had locked his phone. His mind raced and raced as he thought of what he could do, jobs were too mentally stimulating most of the time and none of the galleries that he was comfortable at were hiring.

Y/n let out a groan as he slid his hands under the sunglasses he wore to rub at his eyes. They were so sore. So were his wrists and his head but he had learnt to cope with it. The male got up from where he sat, placing his phone in his pocket and moved over to the two wide windows that spanned across the walls of his room, his long-line hoodie shifting to cover his hands as he walked. Y/n covered the windows with the specially ordered blackout curtains he ordered and was plummeted into darkness. He then shut his door and hit play on his speaker that sat on a table near the door; gentle melodies of pianos and violins filled his ears and soft pastel pinks and blues flooded his vision, a white dashing in and out as a harp came into the music steadily.

The male simply stood there in the middle of his room and let the colours and sounds float by as his hands drifted over each of his tattoos on his arms. Y/n needed times like this to calm down, not that his condition helped calm him down. His heart raced as the song changed over to a instrumental of a song called ‘Serendipity’, he became flush and felt a lightness in his head he had become accustom to through the several times he had listened to the song. The slamming of a door caused a harsh red to flash across his vision and made Y/n stumble back into the door behind him, making more reds fly across his vision as he hit the door and then fell to the floor.

A small voice could be heard swearing down the hallway but Y/n couldn’t hear it as the tears began to flood down his face, all of the realities he had come crashing down at once. A small sob ripped from his chest as he curled himself into a ball, the voice that was once small now on the other side of the door behind him “I’m sorry Y/n I didn’t think you were home” The voice plead through the wood, “I’ll wait for you to calm down and we can play Animal crossing yeah? I also got your favourite for dinner...”

Y/n let the back of his head hit the door, utilising the one knock is yes and two is no system they put in place a while ago. He listened to his housemates foot steps disappear down the hall, his tears slowing significantly. The darkness of the room was comforting but the dull buzz of his phone in his pocket lessening the comfort; he pulled his phone out of his pocket only to be greeted with an email notification.

‘OverAllSeeking: You have 3 new messages from...’

The notification trailed off before Y/n could see who had sent him the messages. It was from the app he had deleted a few hours ago. He didn’t really want to re download the app but the curiosity that pulled at his chest dragged his fingers over his phone in rapid succession, the app now reinstalled. Y/n sat back and watched as his fingers navigated through the app to his messages. There at the top sat a profile with a small tick and ‘V’ logo next to their icon.

These logos had his skin crawling, the tick meant they were verified by the app, a process only limited to the richest of rich members to the site; next to it was a bright red ‘V’, this logo meaning that they were classed as vips, part of the top 1% on the app. What was even more interesting about the account was that their icon featured several men, not just one. ‘Possibly several on one account’ Y/n thought to himself.

Before he could stop himself, his fingers were flying across his screen typing a response to the messages he had barely read, choosing to simply ask if they were still there even though the message was only a couple hours old. Once he hit send, he then proceeded to throw his phone in a random direction knowing it’d land on his bed.

Out of pure embarrassment, Y/n quickly stood, pulled the turtle neck he wore under his hoodie over his lower face and sprinted out of his room.

Hours later, Y/n returned to his room with some help from his housemate considering it was pitch black out and his head was still racing. He took off his sunglasses and peeled his clothing from his body, choosing to put on some grey sweatpants that were covered in dried paint before hopping into bed. It threw him off at first when his hip hit something hard before he remembered chucking his phone on to the bed earlier. He rapidly patted around his hip before his hand landed on his phone, quickly pulling it up to his face after lowering the brightness back down.

There on his screen sat a few notifications, some from twitter and instagram; but more importantly, one from the OverAllSeeking app. With quick navigation, Y/n made his way to the app and could feel his face cracking with a blush. There sat a reply from the account from earlier letting him know all about the account they ran and that all seven- Seven- members were interested in him as he looked interesting and cute.

He couldn’t stop himself from overheating as he typed out a response. And that was it; this is what began the 5 day long non-stop conversation between him and all seven members. He had told them that he was struggling with finding money for his art supplies to do commissions and that’s when Taehyung, who had told Y/n he was an art curator, interrupted the conversation he was having saying that he would send over 1000 there and then to help him with the supplies. Y/n did say that it was fine but apparently Taehyung only wanted his baby to get the highest quality materials.

Y/n couldn’t lie, it felt nice to have someone just drop money to spend on him so suddenly, so if there were seven of them...

Maybe he really was made to be a sugar baby?

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uncommon alliances: part zero

summary: a prequel to “uncommon alliances”. a look into the relationships between the younger twin weasleys, harry and ginny, hermione and ron, and the trio of pureblood slytherin girls that take a chance on a gryffindor.

word count: ~5800

a/n: okay i told everyone i would post this so here it is. the prequel, nearly 6000 words worth of… is this a character study? relationship study? idk man i just had fun writing this. keep in mind most of this was written before the actual “uncommon alliances”. it’s pretty much just snapshots of scenes between the reader and her old and new friends alike, as well as a teeny bit of foreshadowing to her relationship with draco. (if ppl want, i’ll probably write more weasley!reader x draco) it’s okay if you don’t read it (it’s so dreadfully long), i pretty much just posted it for myself because it made me happy to write. thanks for reading and supporting!

part one

The second you enter the Gryffindor common room, you immediately want to gouge your own eyes out. There, bodies strewn across the couch, limbs splayed haphazardly, lays your brother and his girlfriend, intensely and oh-so passionately making out.

“Ah!” You scream, dropping your bag to cover your face. “My eyes! My virgin eyes! Oh, Merlin, I think I might throw up-”

Ron practically throws Lavender off of him. She lets out a shriek before picking herself up and shooting you a dirty look. You blink a long, hard blink. Is she… actually mad at you for interrupting her snogging session with your brother? You raise your brows and give her what your friends ominously call “The Look”. She takes a step back, glare wiped off her face. Yeah. Yeah, that’s right.

Ron sits up, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. “Uh…”

“I…” You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Forget it, Ronald,” you pick your bag back up and push past Lavender, trekking up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory. You open the door to your room. Hermione is reading on her bed, flat on her back with the book bewitched to hover above her face. You watch as she murmurs an incantation, and the page turns.

You linger in the doorway for a moment before clearing your throat and saying her name.

The girl jumps. The book continues to levitate, regardless of her broken concentration. When she sits up, it travels with her until she picks it up out of the air and sets it gently on the bed. “Hello,” Hermione says, breathless. “You scared me.”

You snort, heading over to your own bed. “I’ve been scaring a lot of people today,” you say, sitting on the edge of the mattress so you can face her. “Honestly, why would you snog in the common room, where anybody could walk in?” You groan, flopping down to stare at the ceiling. “He better be grateful that it was me who walked in, and not Ginny. Ginny would’ve hexed the life out of him right then and there.”

“If you ask her to, I’m sure she won’t mind,” Hermione points out.

You shrug, “Maybe. Actually, yeah, you’re right. I just… don’t feel like it at the moment. Good Merlin, I will never be able to get that image out of my mind,” you shudder. When Hermione doesn’t say anything, you flip over so you can see her whilst laying on your stomach. She’s staring at the floor, a seemingly sad expression on her face. Your heart drops. “Aw, ‘Mione,” you frown. “It’s okay. They won’t last long.”

Hermione huffs. “I’m not-” she furiously wipes at her eyes. “I’m fine. Honest. I don’t care about Ron and his stupid… girlfriend,” she gets off the bed and smiles, taking a deep breath. “I am going to dinner.”

Is it that time already? You glance at the clock on the wall. Apparently it is. Okay. You roll off the bed, landing in a heap on the floor. Hermione laughs. Wordlessly, you pull yourself to your feet, cheeks burning.

“That,” you point at your friend, “did not happen.”

She only hums, a smirk making its way across her face. You follow her out the door, through the hall, and down the stairs. Lavender is nowhere to be seen. Ron, on the other hand, is. He’s slumped over on the couch looking miserable. At your entry, he jumps to his feet.

“Hey, I-”

“Save it, Ronald,” you snap, stopping in front of him. Despite you being twins, you aren’t all that similar aside from the typical Weasley characteristics: red hair, freckles, pale skin. You and Ginny are very similar stature-wise; petite and short, you take after your mother in the height department. On the contrary, Ron is lanky, all long limbs and gentle giant-esque. You have to crane your neck to make eye contact with him. Despite this, and your natural unthreatening composure, his expression is one of pure fear as you reach up, grabbing the collar of his shirt to yank him down to your level. You continue with, “If I ever catch you like that again, snogging any girl so violently in the common room, of all places, not only will I hex you, but I will enlist Ginny and, depending on the circumstance, Hermione, to hex you as well. And if you are caught doing anything worse in the common room,” you shove him so he falls back onto the sofa, “I will personally see to it that mum sends you a vicious howler which will read loudly and in detail in the Great Hall.”

Ron gulps. He doesn’t break eye contact with you as he nods and whispers a ‘Y-yes ma’am’, eyes full of fear.

“Good,” you clear your throat, then smile sweetly. “Now, Hermione and I are going to dinner. If you are coming, then let’s go. If not, then goodbye.”

“I’m coming,” he says quickly, getting up to trail after you and Hermione. As the portrait swings open, you glance over at Hermione to see her snickering like mad.

“That was absolutely brilliant,” she laughs, making you beam.

“Thank you, thank you! I do indeed try my hardest. It’s a tough job, keeping the Weasleys in line, but somebody’s gotta do it!”

Behind you, Ron mutters, “Bossed around by my little sister. Rubbish.”

You spin around, walking backwards. “We’re twins!” You exclaim.

“I’m three minutes older than you!”

“That doesn’t-” you groan, turning back around. “That doesn’t make a difference, Ronald!”

He mumbles something else, incoherent. You roll your eyes.

As soon as you make it near the Great Hall, you’re approached by an all-too familiar, tall figure. Draco Malfoy, in all of his Slytherin glory, glares down at you. “Granger. Weasleys,” he spits out, sneering. “Get out of my way.”

You give him The Look; crossing your arms, you fully stop in your tracks, reaching over to stop Hermione, too. “I’m sorry, what was that? You want us to move?”

Malfoy falters; there’s a moment’s hesitation before he clears his throat. “Am I imagining things, or did I not just say that, Weasley? Out of my way.”

“Oi, Malfoy! Don’t talk to my sister like that!” Ron pushes you and Hermione to the side so he can get up in Malfoy’s face. He’s definitely got a few inches on the blond, but Malfoy doesn’t seem to mind. He looks up to your brother with ease.

“I’ll talk to her any way that I please, Weasel,” Malfoy snarls. He makes eye contact with you and says, “You see, this is the problem with blood traitors like you. Disrespectful, unpoised, filth.”

You lunge forward. Hermione grabs you by the arms, holding you back. You wrestle away from her, shouting something other than words. Really, you just yell, reaching for your wand. Before you can, though, somebody else runs up beside you. Your head whips around. Harry is glaring at Malfoy, knuckles clutching his wand so hard they’re turning white.

“Step away, Malfoy,” Harry says quietly. “Or I will hex you.”

Malfoy only scoffs. “Oh, I’m scared, Potter. Hear me tremble?” He rolls his eyes. “Fine. We will continue this later. Move, Granger,” Malfoy shoves past Hermione, walking quickly away from the Hall. You watch him as he leaves.

Ron grumbles, “Bloody hell, I hate him. He’s a git! It’s rubbish. He shouldn’t even be allowed here at school.”

“Well, thank you for stepping in, Harry,” Hermione frowns. “Nearly dueling in the Great Hall. Dumbledore’d have a fit if he saw,” she sighs. The three of you stare at her. After a second, she admits, “Well, he did deserve it. God, I want to punch him again.”

You grin, then, and throw an arm over Hermione’s shoulders. “There’s the Hermione we know and love,” you start walking into the Hall again. “Brilliant, that was. I’m still not over that.”

“It did feel good,” she sighs, wistful.

Before you turn the corner, you glance behind you again. Malfoy is nowhere to be seen; you’re relieved, slightly, but also uneasy. You shake off the feeling and focus on your friends.

“Harry,” you burst into laughter once you sit down in your respective seats, “you’ll never believe what I walked in on today! It was terrible, I nearly vomited!”

“Oh, great, I’d love to hear what it is,” he says drily. You lean over to flick him in the head. “Hey! I said I’d like to hear it!”

“Don’t sass me, Potter!”

“Don’t flick him,” Ginny sits down next to Harry and arches a brow. “I won’t allow you to. Only I can flick him.”

“My own sister-!” You hold a hand to your heart, feigning hurt.

Across from you, Ron mumbles, “Now you know how it feels.”

“Ronald!”

“What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with this?” You stare at the ball of fur in your hand. It’s bright blue, fuzzy, and squeaking. You get the sudden urge to chuck it across the room like a quaffle. When you voice that, Ginny launches herself to your side so she can cover the ball with her own hands.

“It’s a pygmy puff!” She exclaims. “Don’t throw him!”

“It’s a him?” You stare at the pygmy puff in your hand, swatting away Ginny’s. “Wait, don’t Fred and George have these at their shop?”

“That’s where I got him from,” explains Ginny, backing away. “Fred and George owled a few over to me when I told them how Crookshanks got ahold of Arnold,” she glares viciously at Hermione with the cat in her lap.

“I’m really sorry, Ginny,” Hermione sighs.

“Anyway,” Ginny continues, “they sent me extras as a warranty, or something. I only want one, so you can have this one. I gave the other to Luna. She loves pygmy puffs.”

You nod. Using two fingers, you stroke the top of the pygmy puff, right where all the fur is. It squeaks at a very high frequency. You look up, shrugging. “Well, I guess I’ll keep it. Him,” you correct yourself. “I’ll name him Scabbers,” you meet Ron’s gaze from where he’s sitting in an armchair on the other side of the common room, Lavender in his lap. Ron scowls. You smile.

“That’s not funny,” he mumbles.

“I think it’s quite hilarious, actually.”

“Name him something else. I don’t want to think about that stupid rat ever again.”

“Alright, then. Ginny, you want to name him? You’re ever so good at naming things. Eh, Ron, you’ve seen Pigwidgeon lately?”

“Pigwidgeon is a good name-”

Hermione calls your name from where she sits on the sofa next to Harry. He’s giving the cat a weird, almost creeped out look. “Stop bullying your siblings,” she scolds. You roll your eyes.

“Yes, mum,” you scoff, moving to sit next to Hermione. The cat on her lap perks up at the sight of your pygmy puff. As it prowls towards you, you reach over and shove it off the couch. Hermione lets out a noise of surprise. “It was going for my puff,” you whine. “I had to protect him!”

“Name him Puff,” suggests Harry. You stare at him for a moment. He stares back.

“That’s brilliant!” You shout out of the blue. Hermione jumps again. Harry grins towards Ginny, who shakes her head.

“He tried to get me to name mine Puff. I didn’t think anybody would actually take him up on the suggestion,” Ginny huffs, rolling her eyes.

“Looks like I won,” Harry chuckles.

You know about their relationship. Of course you do - Ginny is your sister and, therefore, your best friend. Harry is also one of your best friends. She’s been in love with him since she was eleven - it was bound to happen at some point. You look at Ron. He’s sitting in his chair, Lavender perched on his lap, but is Ron staring adoringly at Lavender? No, he isn’t. He’s looking at Hermione out of the corner of his eyes. Hermione is watching the exchange between Harry and Ginny, oblivious to the way Ron is staring at her. You smirk to yourself. It’s only a matter of time before everything falls into place.

You, on the other hand? You’re alone. Well, not alone, alone - saying that would be selfish. You have your friends and family. Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Neville (who’s with Professor Sprout, looking at some kind of plant that only blooms at night), Luna (probably in the Ravenclaw tower), and others. You aren’t alone. Single, maybe, but not lonely.

Hermione nudges your side with her elbow. She asks softly, “Are you alright?”

You nod. “Yeah,” you swallow. “Never better.”

At a quarter to two, your Transfiguration lesson begins. It’s now one fifty. You’re sprinting down the hallway, robes half hanging off you and bag waving in the air. You clutch your wand in a death grip in one hand, the other combing your hair with your fingers. A Hufflepuff prefect calls as you rush by, “No running in the halls!” You ignore them and keep going.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Normally, this wouldn’t be so bad. Normally, you wouldn’t mind being late. The only problem is that you’ve had that mindset a few too many times, and now you’re in deep water. The last time you were tardy (yesterday), McGonagall said she’d order you a week’s worth of detention, plus twenty house points taken off. You wonder how she could be so cruel to her own house. That woman, while magnificent, has a heart of solid steel when it comes to rules, apparently.

It’s five minutes before two when you finally make it to the classroom. You stop before the door. Quickly, you straighten your bag and robes, and stuff your wand into the inside pocket of them. You flip your head over and gather your hair on top of your head, quickly pulling it into a high ponytail. Then, taking a deep breath, you push the door open.

McGonagall is sitting at her desk while everyone is in pairs. You notice Ron and Harry together, along with Hermione and Neville. You curse inwardly. There isn’t anybody else to work with, you notice. You’re fine to do it by yourself, or even in a group of three. Hermione and Neville’s group is definitely more promising than your brother and Harry’s. As soon as you step inside, the whole room falls silent, all heads turning to you. Everybody seems to remember the scene that was yesterday.

“Miss Weasley,” McGonagall frowns, rising to her feet. “Late, again?”

“Oh, professor, I have an excuse,” you breathe. “Please don’t give me detention.”

McGonagall’s eyebrows raise. “An excuse? By all means, let’s hear it.”

Swallowing, you nod. You glance around the room. This year, Gryffindor has Transfiguration with Slytherin. You see Malfoy’s gang smirking to your left. You begin with, “Well, you see, last night I was awake writing an entire essay. Snape assigned us four feet of a scroll and I had to have it completed by today. Well, I was far too busy with other assignments, like… Divination,” you pause awkwardly. “Anyway, so it was ten at night. I was in bed, ready to wake up bright and early for class the next day-”

“Is there a point to this rambling, Miss Weasley?” McGonagall sighs.

“Y-yes! Yes, there is. It was ten at night and I remembered I have this massive essay due the next day. I have to keep my grades up, professor, especially for Snape, you know that! So I went out to the common room and got to work. It took me literally all night - I was just finishing when dawn was breaking. So I got about half an hour of sleep, then went to breakfast. After my morning classes, I decided to skip lunch and take a nap because I was falling asleep in Herbology, ma’am, and you know that is never a good idea. So I went to take a nap and asked my dear brother to wake me up when it was time for Transfiguration.” You turn to glare at Ron. Ron’s entire face flushes a bright red.

“As you can obviously see,” you continue, “I was not awoken. When I did wake up, I was already late for your class. So, professor, I understand if I get detention. Really, I do-”

“How noble of you,” remarks McGonagall, to the amusement of a couple Slytherins.

“-but I think that Ron deserves a detention just as much as I do, if not more.”

“Hey!” Ron jumps to his feet. He points at you, stammering, “You - you can’t do that, professor, I don’t deserve a detention! She should not have trusted me in the first place!”

“Oh, excuse me for trusting my own brother with a simple task,” you glower, crossing your arms. “Please, professor-”

“I’ve heard enough of this story, Miss Weasley,” McGonagall peers over her glasses at Ron. “And do be quiet, Mr. Weasley, you are not getting detention today. Though, a good life lesson for all of you - if somebody entrusts you with something, whether it be a task or an item, it is best to go through with their wishes.

“That being said, Miss Weasley, your brother is correct. You should not have entrusted him with that task in the first place, as he is just as incompetent as you when it comes to the subject of punctuality. You, for the time being, are the culprit. I will not give you a week’s worth of detention like I said yesterday, but you will have to answer to me tonight. Be here after your last class, Miss Weasley, and I will pardon the rest of your detentions and the house points. Now, please find a group to join, as we are desperately wasting class time.”

“Oh, thank you professor, I feel like hugging you-”

“That will not be necessary.”

You nod. “Right, right,” and rush to join Hermione and Neville. Shortly after you join, everybody goes back to work. “Hello, pals,” you beam. “Rather nice day, isn’t it?”

“You are too much,” Hermione sighs, shaking her head.

“Yeah, yeah. Trust me, I know.”

After your final class ends, you quickly pack up your things and sling your bag over your shoulder. Ron looks at you for a second before asking, “Where are you rushing off to?”

“Detention with McGonagall. Remember, Ronnie?” You wave to your friends. “I’ll see you later. Would one of you mind sneaking some food back to the common room for me?”

After Harry volunteers, you give thanks and leave the room. You make it to McGonagall’s room just after another figure does. You’re about a hundred feet down the hall when they pull open the door and enter, letting the door shut on its own. Who could that be, you wonder? You quicken your pace.

Inside the room, there’s only McGonagall and the other person, who you deem a girl. As soon as you step in, the girl turns, revealing her identity. Your stomach drops; it’s Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin in your year. Not only does she hang out with Malfoy, she’s Malfoy’s right hand… woman?

You let out a tiny, almost inaudible groan. Mentally preparing yourself, you stand up taller. You make your way to the front of the room. Gingerly, you take a seat next to Parkinson.

“Now that you are both here, I will give you the instructions for your detention tonight,” McGonagall clears her throat and laces her fingers in front of her. “You two will be checking textbooks for me. I have a stack of books I must go through to give to next year’s first years. You will be making sure they are in good condition; no bad writing on them, no torn out pages. Once you have finished checking all of them, you will put them in stacks in my office. Then you will be dismissed,” she nods to the other side of the room. “I will be in my office, grading your essays that were due yesterday. You may begin.”

You look behind you. There’s two very large stacks of thick textbooks - you wrinkle your nose, remembering when you, as a first year, had to read that. ‘Introduction to Transfiguration’. Terrible. Of course, Hermione loved it. ‘An easy read!’ She’d boasted.

You sigh, climbing out of the chair. Parkinson does the same, following you to the back, where you both sit cross-legged on the ground. You wait until the door to McGonagall’s office shuts before turning to Parkinson.

“So what are you here for?” You smirk, accioing a textbook. Parkinson narrows her eyes, huffing.

“You reckon I would tell you, Weasley? I don’t associate with blood traitors.”

You shrug. The novelty of that term has long gone, leaving it pretty much useless against your feelings. It’s just another silly insult. Sometimes you call your siblings blood traitors just to mess around with them. Well, some of them - you have a few in mind that would not appreciate the joke at all.

“Suit yourself,” you hum, flipping through the pages. “Although, I don’t know about you, but I would certainly like to have at least one civil conversation throughout this long, laborious night…”

Parkinson doesn’t answer. You shrug. Once your book has been cleared, you put it off to the side and summon another one off the top of your stack. When you’re on your third, Parkinson starts her second. Your fourth, her third, et cetera.

Maybe an hour and a half (of complete silence, might you add) into the night, you’ve only exhausted about half of your stack. You wonder why there are so many textbooks in the first place. There definitely won’t be that many first years. You think there might be more textbooks here than students in the entire school.

When you say this out loud, instead of ignoring you, like you expected, she shakes her head. “Hogwarts used to have a lot more students than it does now,” she said. “Everyone who is our age - in school right now - was born either during or directly after the first war. There are not that many parents who want to have children during a war, and directly after, most everyone is too scared to start families. That’s why our generation is so small.” You stare at her. She senses the lull in conversation and looks up. When she sees you staring, she rolls her eyes. “What?” She asks. “I know things, too.”

“Obviously,” you say. “That’s the first time you’ve ever been nice to me.”

Parkinson scowls. “Don’t get used to it, Weasley, I was only setting you straight.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Sure, you were.”

“I’ll be rude to you again, you blood-traitor.”

“Parkinson has a soft side, Parkinson has a soft side…” You sing in a stage-whisper. Parkinson blushes.

“I do not!”

You send the textbook you just finished onto the pile of completed ones, grabbing the new one out of the air. “Who would’ve thought Pansy ‘Pureblood’ Parkinson would ever be nice to a blood-traitor Weasley like little old me?”

“I don’t know. I get irritated just seeing your ugly, bright orange hair,” she mutters.

“At least I didn’t have an ugly bob with an arse parting in third year.”

Parkinson gasps, hand flying to her hair. “Merlin! An arse parting? I parted it down the middle!”

“And you should not have,” you muse, letting a small grin form. Parkinson sees the grin and groans.

“I was thirteen,” she whines. “And it’s better now!”

You nod. It definitely is.

By the time you finish the books, it’s dark outside. McGonagall sends the two of you straight to the common rooms. You walk most of the way together, until it’s time for you to split up so she can go down to the dungeons and you can go up to the Fat Lady.

“Well, I guess it’s time for us to be enemies again,” you frown, squinting towards the staircase you have to climb. Beside you, she sighs, rolling her eyes.

“I guess we don’t have to be, like, total enemies,” she admits. “Not friends-”

“Definitely not friends,” you agree.

“-but maybe, I don’t know, acquaintances?”

You nod slowly. “I think acquaintances will work,” you stick out your hand. “Truce?”

She shakes it, and then actually says your first name. “Truce.”

You beam, saluting as you walk away. “See you later, Pansy.”

Reaching out to pick up a shard from the broken plate, you stumble forward and wince as your hand is sliced by the sharp piece of glass. You cry out, retreating. You sit on your heels and examine the wound.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione sit on the sofa behind you. Ron is chatting with Harry about the next Quidditch game (over an agitated Hermione’s head, might you add), and Hermione is reading a book. You whip around, bloody hand extended. “Ron! Look! My hand!”

Ron waves you off, discussing a way Harry could find the snitch quicker so he can beat Malfoy. You unleash a heavy sigh and clamber to your knees. You do an awkward knee walk across the common room, right to Ron’s side. “Ronald, look, I’m wounded-”

“I don’t care,” he pushes you. “I’m talking to Harry-”

“Oh, you’re not a seeker, Ronald,” you scowl, thrusting your hand in front of his eyes. “You’ll do no good, Harry’s the best seeker in centuries. Ron, I said I’m bleeding-”

Ron finally tears away from the conversation and faces you. “Blimey, I said I don’t care about your - oh, bloody hell, that looks bad…” Ron then grabs your wrist and looks closer at the cut. You smirk victoriously. Next to him, Hermione stretches her body to see what’s going on. Ron meets your gaze. “Are you sure you don’t need to go to Pomfrey? That looks really bad-”

“Oh, Weasleys-” Hermione moans, standing up. She points her wand at your hand and says, “Episkey.” The wound closes, blood clearing away. You and Ron alike gasp, slack-jawed.

“Thanks, Hermione!”

“Yeah, thanks, Hermione-” Ron stares at her, awestruck.

Hermione flushes. “It was nothing,” she says. “And why didn’t you clean up that mess with magic? At least fix the broken plate! Reparo.” The plate’s pieces mend together, creating a spotless, blemishless plate.

“Hermione, you’re a true goddess,” you sigh, wistful. “I love you, Hermione.”

“Yes, well…” she returns to her book, tucking her wand away behind her. “Do try to remember basic spells next time, both of you.”

The invitation to Hogsmeade is more of a surprise than anything, ever. You hold the piece of parchment in your hand, flippantly stroking Pigwidgeon with two fingers while you read. With every word, your eyebrows get higher.

Ron leans over Harry to try to read the note. You hold it close to your chest, reaching out and slapping his arm. The sound brings Hermione and Ginny to attention; the girls watch you scold your brother.

“This is my note, Ronald,” you scowl. “It is none of your business what it says.”

“Bu-” Ron protests through a mouthful of whatever is in his mouth, “I wan’ uh see-”

“No, Ron!”

“Is it a love letter?” Ginny grins, leaning her head on her fists. You roll your eyes, stuffing the parchment in your inner robes pocket, where your wand is.

“And who would send me a love letter, Ginevra?” You smirk, getting up. “I’m going. I have… matters to attend to.”

As you stroll out of the hall, Ron swallows and calls, “What kind of things are you doing? You have no friends other than us!”

Maybe not now, you think, but soon. Once you’re out of the Great Hall, you take out the parchment and read it over again, this time away from prying eyes.

Weasley-

Some of the Slytherin girls and I are going to gather at Hogsmeade this Saturday. We have talked it over, and I have decided you are welcome to join us.

It will be me, Daphne Greengrass, and Millicent Bulstrode, along with any other Slytherin girl who wants to join.

If you decide to come, we will see you there. If not, you won’t be missed.

Sincerely,

Pansy Parkinson

You find yourself snorting, shaking your head. Oh, Pansy - it reeks of her sense of humor. ‘You won’t be missed.’ You know she actually wants you there, this is just her way of pretending like she doesn’t care.

Oh, why not? It’s not like you were planning on doing anything productive at Hogsmeade, anyway, except preventing your brother from convincing Harry to buy out the entire candy store, or book shopping with Hermione, or maybe looking at Quidditch stuff with Ginny.

…The first one seems necessary, middle dreadful, and the last one quite fun. Still, though, you decide to go. Maybe you’ll have fun.

Pansy and the two other Slytherins are already seated when you arrive. At your entrance, Pansy stands up. You notice the corners of her mouth twitch, like she’s preventing a smile. Daphne Greengrass - a pretty blonde with startling green eyes, much like Harry’s - sends you a warm smile, while Millicent Bulstrode, a tall, skinny witch with long dark hair and dark eyes, looks you up and down, unimpressed.

You ignore the latter and reciprocate Daphne Greengrass’ welcome.

“Hullo, Pansy, Greengrass, Bulstrode,” you nod to each of them in turn. “Can I sit?”

You go around the table, to the other side. It’s the three of them on one bench, you on the other; you ignore the electrifying tension and awkwardness hanging in the air and instead kill time flagging down the innkeeper, Madame Rosmerta. She’s a friend of your mum’s, so she comes immediately, greeting you with a hug. You order a butterbeer and, when Rosmerta scurries away, turn back to the watchful Slytherins.

“Well,” you swallow, mouth dry, “it’s a bit cold outside.”

Pansy snorts into her mug. “A bit,” she snarks. “I nearly froze my arse off on the way here.”

“I keep telling you to get a better cloak, Pansy,” Greengrass sighs. She meets your gaze and shakes her head in pity. “Hers is so ancient, I’ll wager her great-grandmum bought it.”

“She did,” Pansy says. “It’s a family heirloom. I can’t get rid of it, my mum will murder me.”

“You don’t have to get rid of it, Pansy,” exclaims the blonde, “just pack it away and get a new, less worn-out one! I have an amazing tailor, she’s based in France.” Greengrass turns to you and raises her eyebrows. “Do you have a tailor? I can recommend one based in England, if you’d like.”

You scoff. Before you can respond, Bulstrode is already there, biting back, “She’s a Weasley. The only tailor she has is her mum and a pair of needles.”

The other two girls stare at Bulstrode in astonishment, and a little bit of shock. Greengrass glances at you like she expects you to be horribly offended. All you do is laugh; Bulstrode eyes you, wary. You can practically see the gears in her head turning, trying to figure out what is so funny. She just insulted your family, after all.

“She’s right, though that was a bit… tactless,” you smile. “We can’t afford a tailor, though that’s terribly kind of you, Greengrass.”

“Oh, please, call me Daphne, I hate being referred to by my surname.”

“Daphne, then,” you steal a look at the other girl, the one who’s still being rude. She’s staring anywhere but you, it seems. You suppress a shrug; she’ll warm up soon enough. They always do. If you can get Pansy Parkinson to warm up to you, you can get anyone.

Madame Rosmerta comes back with your mug of butterbeer. You pass her a few sickles. When she tries to give you back the change, you refuse, protesting until she finally leaves with a grateful smile. You take a sip of the butterbeer and let the warm caramel soothe your throat. It relaxes you immediately, your muscles loosening and melting into the bench.

“Merlin, I fucking love this drink,” you breathe. “The only thing I like better than this is firewhiskey - but Rosmerta knows my mum, she’d never get me any. Not ‘til I’m seventeen, anyway.”

Daphne perks up. “I love firewhiskey!” She beams. “And Rosmerta won’t let any Hogwarts student have any, my older brother tried ordering some a few years back when he was seventeen. The place to go for that is Hog’s Head. The barkeep there doesn’t give a shite about age. Well, not if you look around seventeen. He won’t give it to a third year.”

You let a smirk spread on your features. “Maybe we should go on an adventure there, see if he’ll hand some over. Reckon he will?”

Bulstrode finally looks interested. She tries to hide it, but you see right through her. “I… wouldn’t oppose to that,” she says slowly.

You exchange sly looks with the rest of the girls. “Well, let’s give it a go.”

Hours later, you’re back at the same table, new mugs of warm butterbeer in front of you. Your stomach is warm, cheeks flush - you’re by no means drunk - your brother’d have a field day if he found you wasted. You’ve just had a glass or two, enough to loosen you up more than the butterbeer ever would. The alcohol content found in butterbeer is too low to affect humans. The other girls are laughing at something you’ve said. You can’t really remember it now - some fleeting comment about something unimportant, surely - but the fact that they’re laughing is good enough for you. You’re beaming, a wide smile spread across your face, splitting it in two.

“You’re funny, Weasley,” Bulstrode says finally, sighing. “I guess I don’t have a problem with you. You’re different from the other Gryffindors.”

You don’t care to explain that, really, you’re exactly like the other Gryffindors - they just haven’t given them a chance. This war, this rivalry, between the red and green house is tiring. Surely, if everyone just sat down and talked it out, they’d see that both houses are alike and have their positive qualities - they’re both brave, but Gryffindors in an impulsive, brash way, while Slytherins just want to prove everybody wrong. A Gryffindor will jump off a cliff because they like the thrill of it, the rush of the wind in their ears, the plummeting of their stomachs. Slytherins will jump off a cliff because somebody bet that they wouldn’t, or couldn’t, do it. They’re… prideful.

You don’t voice this, of course. It’s useless to do so. These Slytherins are so set in their ways, it will take a generation or two before change really starts to happen. Instead, all you say is, “Thanks, Bulstrode.”

You see her hesitate. After a tentative pause, she mutters, “Just… call me Millicent. Millie’s fine, too.”

You let yourself smile wider. “Thanks, Millie.”

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For my anon :)

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Mah self because I’m so lonely 2. Are you outgoing or shy? Depends on how well I know you 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? Idk? I guess one of my friends I hardly ever see 4. Are you easy to get along with? Sometimes but not always 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Idk probably. Maybe not 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Good question 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Hahahaha not likely not many ppl want all this 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Him. 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not really 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My cat 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “It’s fine” 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? car radio, Pantaloon, death of a bachelor, youth, and call on me 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? I hecking love it!!! 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? I believe they happen to everyone but me 15. What good thing happened this summer? Last summer I met this amazing person and we dated for a bit 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yup 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? There has to be, it's kinda hard to say we are the only ones in an infinite universe 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? My very first? Nope 19. Do you like bubble baths? Heck yeah!!!! 20.Do you like your neighbors? Not really… 21. What are you bad habits? Guilting ppl with out realizing im doing it and breaking my own heart 22. Where would you like to travel? Vancouver 23. Do you have trust issues? sometimes 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? sleeping 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? my tummy and thighs 26. What do you do when you wake up? go on my phone 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? probably darker 28. Who are you most comfortable around? my ex 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? well not directly 30. Do you ever want to get married? yeah totally 31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? yes it is 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? miles McKenna and troye sivan 33. Spell your name with your chin. cvjliw 34. Do you play sports? What sports? i dance…… does…does that count??? 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Tv 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? yes 37. What do you say during awkward silences?so……… 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? @meetyou-onthe-otherside 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? hot topic and Disney 40. What do you want to do after high school? good question 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? yes 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? im not okay 43. Do you smile at strangers? not really 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?ocean 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? idk man 46. What are you paranoid about? dying 47. Have you ever been high? nope 48. Have you ever been drunk? Nope 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? i am a child of god 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? pinkish red??? 51. Ever wished you were someone else? yea 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? id make myself taller 53. Favourite makeup brand? tarte 54. Favourite store? hot topic 55. Favourite blog? @thebootydiaries 56. Favourite colour? purple 57. Favourite food? pie 58. Last thing you ate? cookies 59. First thing you ate this morning? cheese 60. Ever won a competition? For what? HAHAHAHAHAHA no….. 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? nope 62. Been arrested? For what? nah fham 63. Ever been in love? yeah once 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? well it was awkward and beautiful and cute and i turned really red 65. Are you hungry right now? Always 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? what friends 67. Facebook or Twitter? twitter 68. Twitter or Tumblr? tumblr 69. Are you watching tv right now? i should be sleeping 70. Names of your bestfriends? my cat 71. Craving something? What? affection 72. What colour are your towels? purple 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2 or 3 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? yeah one 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? too many 75. Favourite animal? cat 76. What colour is your underwear? black 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? chocolate 79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Blue (it's a romper) 80. What colour pants? Blue ( romper) 81. Favourite tv show? supernatural 82. Favourite movie? princess and the frog 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? mean girls 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? mean girls 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Karen 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?dory 87. First person you talked to today? My dad 88. Last person you talked to today? my ex 89. Name a person you hate? too many 90. Name a person you love? @meetyou-onthe-otherside 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Too many bro too many 92. In a fight with someone? Not that I know of??? 93. How many sweatpants do you have? 2 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? Like 5? 95. Last movie you watched? The fault in our stars 96. Favourite actress? Jennifer Lawrence 97. Favourite actor? Leonardo Di Caprio 98. Do you tan a lot? Nope 99. Have any pets? Yeah a cat who's a prick 100. How are you feeling? Lonely 101. Do you type fast? I guess??? 102. Do you regret anything from your past? No 103. Can you spell well? Hahahahaha nope 😂😂😂 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Alot of ppl 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes I have 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yes 107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yup 108. What should you be doing? Bro a lot of stuff 109. Is something irritating you right now? It's too hot 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Fham you have no idea 111. Do you have trust issues? Not really 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My cat 113. What was your childhood nickname? Cracker 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Many times 115. Do you play the Wii? Not often 116. Are you listening to music right now? I wish 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? I guess? 118. Do you like Chinese food? Yeah kinda 119. Favourite book? All the bright places 120. Are you afraid of the dark? Yes.... 121. Are you mean? I don't try to be 122. Is cheating ever okay? WTF NO! 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? I can barley keep my white shirt clean 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe in deep infatuation at first sight 125. Do you believe in true love? I want to 126. Are you currently bored? Hella bored 127. What makes you happy? Some one I can't call my own 128. Would you change your name? Adelaide or Eva 129. What your zodiac sign? Cancer 130. Do you like subway? Eh it's okay 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Idk I depends 132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? My cat 133. Favourite lyrics right now? Sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind 134. Can you count to one million? I can barley count to 10 sometimes 😂😂 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I didn't eat that cookies 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Half open 137. How tall are you? 5'1 and a half 138. Curly or Straight hair? I have curly hair 139. Brunette or Blonde? I like brunettes better 140. Summer or Winter? Fall 141. Night or Day? Day 142. Favourite month? July 143. Are you a vegetarian? I couldn't 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk 145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee 146. Was today a good day? It was a day 147. Mars or Snickers? Mars 148. What’s your favourite quote? The fault dear Brutus, is not within our stars but in our selves 149. Do you believe in ghosts? Sure 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Say, why is this, wherefore, what should we do? - Hamlet

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