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firefly-in-darkness · 4 years

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Epiphany.

Characters: Y/N & Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner (mentioned).

Prompt: “How much of that did you hear” - shown in bold.

Summary: Things begin to change when you share a secret with Natasha.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Pining, general foolishness, fluff

Beta: The always lovely, Stacey - @princessmisery666 // all mistakes are my own.

A/N: This is for @morsmordre-writes 1k Writing Challenge - words kinda just tumbled out in a hot mess and I made some sense of them, I think... hope you enjoy it anyways!

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How you ended up in this position, you would never know but here you were, being interrogated by one of the world’s deadliest assassins. You watched Natasha Romanoff, her face was neutral, but you knew she was an expert at hiding her emotions.

Your hands gripped onto the table, “I’m not going to say anything else on the matter.”

Natasha’s face lit up as her laugh sang through the kitchen, “I’ll make you a coffee?”

Bribery, really?! You scoffed, eyes squinting at the assassin, you wouldn’t let her break you. But, coffee… She has the quality stuff too.

You rolled your eyes and returned to your breakfast, “Fine. Coffee first...”

Natasha sat opposite you; leg curled under the other as she pushed the mug across. You greedily accepted, cupping it with both hands and, with eyes closed, inhaling the aroma of your favourite drink. Perfect.

“So?” Natasha raised her eyebrow and smirked.

You placed the mug down, your finger tracing the rim of it, “Since I joined the Avengers.”

“That’s three years ago Y/N!” Natasha raised her arms in disbelief, her coffee almost spilling over, “Why haven’t you done anything about it?”

You stood up, taking your cereal bowl and rinsing it in the sink, “Because of who he is.”

Natasha’s body turned, following your movement, “That doesn’t matter to him and you know that.”

You dried the bowl and threw the towel on the side before approaching her, “I can’t just walk up to him and go ‘I’ve fancied you since we met on the 15th of November 2017.’”

“Why not?” Nat eyed you as she sipped her drink.

“Because… I’m me and he’s, well, he’s Captain America.” You drained the coffee, ignoring the burn, before pointing at your friend. “This is to go nowhere, and we’ll never talk about it again.”

Natasha watched you leave the room and spoke once you were out of sight, “You shouldn’t listen in on other people’s conversations.”

Steve walked around the corner, his cheeks stained pink and his hand rubbing the back of his neck before dropping into the chair you had previously occupied.

“So how much of that did you hear and what are you going to do about it?” Nat raised her brow at him as a small smile twitched at his lips.

Since you had told Natasha about your not-so-little crush on Steve, you couldn’t help but wonder if she had spilt the beans about the conversation you had. He was everywhere; sitting next to you in the briefing room, setting you up in a team with him and Bucky on missions, and his gym schedule had synced with yours. You knew you could trust Nat but your mind began spiralling with worry for being outed and worse, rejected.

It also didn’t help that Fury had requested for Steve to complete your hand to hand combat. When Natasha updated you on that, you had let out a terrifying growl and stormed out of the gym. As you stormed down the glass-panelled corridor, you saw Nat put her arm out to stop Steve from following you.

Yeah, he knows.

You threw yourself onto the bed, face down, and upon hearing footsteps, you bolted up and drew your Glock 17 in the direction of the bathroom. Out stepped Bucky, in just a towel.

“What are you doing in my room?” Your hand covered your eyes.

“Erm, it’s my room doll.” Bucky chuckled.

You opened your eyes and peered through the gaps in your fingers, it was definitely Bucky’s room. “Sorry Buck,” You groaned and hauled yourself off the bed.

“S’all good, you okay?” He perched at the end of the bed, running his fingers through his wet hair.

“No, yes, I mean, no. Urgh.” You opened his bedroom door, “I’m okay, just gotta get out of my head.”

Bucky smirked, “You’re not the only one. If you ever wanna talk, I’ll be there. Just don’t point a gun at me and knock first.”

You walked out the door chuckling and collided into Steve, “Oh my.”

He held your arms and his brow furrowed, “Y/N- what- erm, sorry.”

“Steve, I-” You couldn’t face him right now and rushed past him to your own room, the correct one this time.

Heat radiated between your bodies; your breaths caught in your throat as you gasped for air. Your ponytail in disarray and sweat gliding across your skin as arms tangled around each other’s waists, necks. Legs locked around one another, hips grinding. With a groan, you were thrown onto your back.

Nat straddled your waist, pinning your arms above your head. “Have you spoken to Steve?”

She tilted her head as you tried to escape her grip, ignoring her question. “Y/N, you’re getting sloppy and you need to train with him or just get laid. Steve is optional for the latter.”

You groaned and rolled your hips, Nat flopping to the side with a smirk on her face. You rolled back and starfished on the workout mat.

Nat raised up on her side, leaning her cheek on her palm, her smile softening as she reached over to turn your face to her, “Fury won’t be impressed if you haven’t completed the combat hours with Steve. You can get through it and if you can’t I’m here if you want to talk.”

A silent conversation was held between you, and with a nod, you knew what you had to do.

You sprung up from the floor and looked over to the punch bags. True to schedule, Steve was sat on a bench, wrapping his hands. And for once he was alone and you seized the opportunity.

“Steve I-” You dropped to the floor to kneel beside him.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Steve’s face was filled with concern.

“I need to get laid. NO! Oh my god, no.” You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “Nat’s got into my head, ignore me.”

You waved him off, unable to look at him again, instead opting for a scuff mark on the otherwise immaculate floor. Steve’s face was flushed but he continued paying attention to wrapping his hands.

“I don’t follow sweetheart?” Steve sat beside you.

“Well, Fury thinks I need to improve my hand to hand combat, suggesting you were the one to train me.” You shrugged, fiddling with your laces, trying not to think of the way he called you sweetheart. You turned to face him, “Only if you want to?”

“Of course, I’m all yours.” His hand gripped your shoulder before patting and stood up. “Thursday, at nine-thirty?”

He offered you a hand, but you pulled yourself off the ground without his help, knowing that if you felt your skin on his, you’d probably combust. “Sounds good to me.”

“And the other part?” He laughed.

Your eyes went wide, mouth agape and before you could say anything, Nat’s voice travelled across from where you had left her, “She doesn’t seem up for dating just anyone, but she does need to get laid.”

“Thanks for sharing that with the world, Nat.” You shook your head and walked towards her, feeling your back burning from Steve’s gaze.

“You’re welcome, best of seven?” She pursed her lips at you.

You walked into the kitchen, refilling the popcorn bowl. You could tell it was movie night by the empty tubs of ice cream and bags of chips scattered across the counter, and amongst the Avengers sitting on the sofa or bean bags, wrapped in blankets or snuggled up to someone.

As always, you had a bean bag to yourself but when you returned, Nat had stolen your spot, leaving a space between Steve and Clint. You nearly threw the caramel sauce at her but restrained and passed it to Wanda, making sure to give Nat a little kick to her feet with your eyes squinting at her.

The popcorn rested in between your crossed legs, absentmindedly eating as you were too engrossed in the film. As the tension and music increased, your body tensed, waiting for the jump scare that you knew would be coming soon. And nothing… you relaxed back into the cushions, sighing at the release before a loud thud shook the walls as Bucky burst through the door.

The almost empty bowl of popcorn landed on the floor and you grabbed at the hand resting in Steve’s lap. The clatter of the bowl and Wanda’s exclamation of being showered in popcorn had everyone looking in your direction and laughing.

Bucky chuckled and plonked down in his spot on the floor, “Oh Y/N, you should have seen your face!”

“Whatever Buck.” You muttered.

You felt warmth blossoming from your hand and realised that you were still holding Steve’s hand, or rather he was holding yours. Steve’s eyes and attention were on the film, yet the caress of his thumb against the back of your hand gave you an inkling into his awareness of the situation. Your cheeks heated and the air felt thick in your throat, you jumped out of your seat and sprinted out of the room, not hearing Bucky shout his apology.

From the edge of the swimming pool, you caught a glimpse of Steve with Sharon Carter walking towards the changing rooms. Your heart pounded against your chest, aching at the way they held each other’s gaze and the way Steve’s face lit up as they laughed.

“He doesn’t like her like that if that’s what you’re wondering.” Nat pulled her hair into a braid and sank down into the water.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You slid down, the water sliding over your skin protectively, “they’d make a cute couple.”

“Cut the crap Y/N,” Nat stated and took off to the other side of the pool.

You stared after her in shock, not realising she’d done a lap when you finally registered her words, “It’s not going to happen, Nat, the more I think about it, the harder it will be to just be friends with him.”

“Just be friends with who?” Steve’s voice carried across the water from behind you.

Turning around, you saw Steve duck under the water and up in front of you. His hair flattened, water cascading down his face and torso. The sight alone was enough to spark arousal. You pinched your thigh under the water, composing yourself as he wiped a hand down his face.

Nat glided over, “Y/N met someone, but she thinks he only wants to be friends.”

“Oh.” Steve looked at his hands snaking through the water, your concentration lost to them and the rippling water.

“Well, if you ask him out, then he’d be an idiot to say no.” Sharon added as she lowered her immaculately toned and curvaceous body onto the edge and dangled her feet into the pool, “Isn’t that right Steve?”

You looked back at Steve who was still entranced by the movement of water over his fingers, “Steve?”

“Yeah, if you like him, go for it.”

Steve’s smile didn’t reach his eyes and the tension in the pool began to rise, all you wanted to do was to reach out to him. To ask if everything was okay, to see where his thoughts were and whether, just maybe, he didn’t like the idea of you dating someone else.

“What about the charity gala in a couple of weeks?” Sharon suggested, “Only if you feel like bringing him to meet this crazy bunch.”

You laughed and shook your head, glancing back to Steve “We shall see. Enough about my dating life, I need to swim.”

Thoughts and feelings became clearer with each dive and turn in the water, as you dropped to its lowest depth and paced from one side to the other. You could feel the earlier tension disappear with each stroke against the surface, losing yourself in the motion of the water surrounding you. Resurfacing once more, you saw Nat leaving with Sharon, Steve sitting at the edge of the pool, waving you over.

You hooked onto the edge, legs treading the water, “Yes Captain?”

Steve smiled, “Would-you-like-to-go-to-the-gala-with-me?”

“Excuse me?” You whispered.

His eyes scrunched closed and he rubbed his neck, “Wou-would you like to go to the gala with me?”

“We are already going to the gala together Steve.”

“I mean as my date.”

You couldn’t look at him, eyes searching the water for the words or a way to escape. You had always wanted him to ask you, had always wondered if he had felt the same way, yet, now that his words were floating around the pool, uncertainty had crept in and taken hold.

“Are you doing this because of what happened earlier? I don’t need your pity, Steve.” You climbed out of the water and grabbed your towel from the bench.

Steve followed, “No, Y/N, of course not.”

You raised your eyebrow, “Then Nat told you about my crush then?”

“Wh-what? I don’t know anything about that.” Steve’s cheeks flushed and his eye twitched.

“You’re a poor liar Rogers.” You stalked to the changing rooms, leaving a very confused Steve behind.

You scanned the ballroom, looking for Natasha and found her cosying up to Bruce Banner at the bar. Of course, smiling you wandered toward them. As you crossed the room, the harmony of orchestral tones and hushed conversations filled your senses, blissfully unaware of the super soldier watching your every move from the opposite side.

Bruce greeted you before leaving you alone with Nat who handed you a glass of champagne, you tentatively sipped the bubbly drink and adjusted the neckline of your navy dress.

Nat grabbed your hand, “Stop fiddling, you look great.”

You looked down at yourself, the navy floor-length gown had a plunging neckline and Nat had already supplied more than enough tape to keep you secure but you were worried that it wouldn’t be long before you flashed someone. You took another sip and scanned the room, hoping to spot Steve, he always looked heartbreakingly handsome in a tuxedo.

“He’s in the courtyard,” Nat nodded towards the floor to ceiling stained glass doors.

You spluttered around the drink and frowned at her.

“Go and speak to him, he’s driving us mad.”

“Driving us mad? Why?” You were confused and looked back towards the garden, spotting the familiar silhouette leaning against the railings.

“Sam. Bucky. Even Tony is fed up with you and Steve pining for each other.” Nat waved around the room and sipped her martini, watching your reaction.

“We are not pining for each other. He’s not interested in me.” You placed your clutch bag on the bar and sat next to her.

“Y/N, for an Avenger, you’re being really dumb, and we have Wilson and Barnes on our team.” Nat scoffed, “Think about it, each moment with Steve, really think about it and then tell me that Steve isn’t pining for you.”

With Nat’s words in your head, thoughts began to spiral; when he saw you storm out the gym, maybe he wasn’t embarrassed for you, but he cared. And then he saw you leaving Bucky’s room, there was a scowl on his face - he was jealous! Butterflies began to fill your tummy; the warmth of him holding your hand and not pulling away, the way his tender touch filled you with happiness. Your eyes widened as you thought of the moment Steve asked you to be his date to the gala and the way you had shut him down.

“Oh shit!” You exclaimed, jumping up from your seat, “Thank you, Nat.”

You pressed an airy kiss to her cheek so not to smudge your lipstick and darted through the huddle of guests to reach Steve. It was time, you were ready to confess your feelings to him, you were finally ready to make that jump.

A smile stretched across your face, and you opened the door and glided down the stone steps that were flanked with exquisite blooms. Everything seemed brighter, more brilliant since the moment you realised that Steve, surely, felt the same way.

The air was knocked out of your lungs as you reached the bottom step and saw Sharon sat beside Steve at the edge of the fountain, water glittering behind them. They turned around to see you, a small smile on Sharon’s lips and the surprise in Steve’s eyes at your arrival. You inhaled the air, refilling your lungs as you walked towards them.

“Hi, I- erm, just wanted some fresh air.” you lied through your teeth, wincing at how your voice did not sound at all certain of the words falling from your lips, “Some time away from it all.”

“We can go if you like?” Sharon gestured back to the party.

“No! Honestly, it’s okay. I’m probably going to leave soon anyway.” You gave them a small smile and sat the opposite side, letting the sound of the water take over your mind and help reel in your emotions.

“Steve?” You heard Sharon’s voice further away.

“I’ll be just a minute,” Steve replied, a lot closer to you now.

You didn’t hear Sharon’s response and you weren’t even aware if she had left or not. Looking to where Steve stood, hands in his pockets, head tilted to the side, waiting for your response. With only the courage to give him a small smile, he undid his jacket and sat beside you.

Now that he was so close, you couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the sandalwood cologne and the way he teased his bottom lip with his teeth. Get a grip, you chastised and focused on the contents of your bag, looking for something that wasn’t in there.

“Y/N look at me,” Steve spoke softly, pulling your attention to him in an instant, a gentle smile on his lips. “Are we okay? When you walked out here, your whole demeanour changed. Have I offended you in some way?”

“God, no, Steve, I’m sorry,” You turned to face him, unconsciously reaching for his hands and holding them tightly, dropping your head and whispering, “I-I’ve, well, it’s been a difficult couple of months.”

“You can talk to me. I know I’m Captain America, but I am also Steve Rogers”. His fingertips softly lifted your chin to look at him, “and I’m your friend. At least I thought I was.”

“You are Steve, that’s the problem. I see you as more than a friend and that’s why I’ve been so awkward with you lately.” Your cheeks flushed with your confession. “I’m sorry I don’t want to make things awkward between us but I can’t keep avoiding it anymore.” You rambled, “I still want to be friends with you, but if you want to keep your distance then I-”

Steve’s lips pressed to yours, silencing your words. His palm cupped your cheek and the other hand pulled at your waist, bringing you closer to him, your train of thought was completely lost to his touch.

You kissed Steve back, wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling away to catch your breath. Your heart raced and soared with the intimacy; his hand stroking up and down your ribs, a kiss to the tip of your nose, your foreheads resting against one another.

“No more distance, please.”

At the sound of Steve’s cracked words, you pulled back to look at him, cupping his cheeks in your hands, “Never again. Sorry, it took so long.”

“We’re here now.” Steve kissed your forehead and stood up, offering his arm, “Would you like to join me for a dance?”

With a huge grin, you joined him and linked your arms together, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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morsmordrerp · 4 years

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That concludes the acceptances for today. To all the acceptances, welcome to Morsmordre! I know some of you have already started submitting your blogs so I’ll start posting follows and provide the OOC Discord link (sorry, i move slow) shortly. In the meantime I will also be updating the masterlist, trigger list, and character graphics/statuses so it’ll all hopefully come together in the next couple hours. As I mentioned previously, if you were not accepted for a character this round, I will message you with feedback and such most likely later tonight.

With the exception of MARY MACDONALD who will be deliberated upon tonight, the next acceptance will be THURSDAY, AUGUST 13TH at 12PM MST. And for reference, all acceptances will either happen MONDAYS and THURSDAYS at 12PM MST.

Thank you all for your patience and again, for your support and kind words. I sincerely appreciate everyone that’s shown their love and support over the last couple weeks and this RPG wouldn’t be here without you. <3

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jammusings · 4 years

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Hi Jam, wondering if we could get a shoutout? The year is 1979… London has turned into a battleground of chaos, with three factions built on cruelty and honour threatening the world as we know it. MORSMORDRE is a new, literate AU Marauders-era RPG that explores the world of wealth and war, focussing on three factions that divide the wizarding world: the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort’s Army, and a third, arising party – Mundus Novus. Come check us out - we're accepting apps and opening soon!

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dramioneasks · 5 years

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HP FESTS: TheMourningMadam’s Fests

Once Upon A Time 2019:

The Witch of Oak Woods by whispersofday - M, WIP - Trying to restore his family name and protect his mother, Draco Malfoy will align himself with the Dark Lord. When he is forced to escape with his school rivals, the reticent group will uncover a darkness even Lord Voldemort failed to realize.

The Snow Garden by bbcherrytomato - not rated, WIP - Hermione Granger, seeking to escape her career frustrations and failed relationships eagerly accepts a seemingly run-of-the-mill, out-of-town assignment. What she finds instead is a deep connection to a mysterious man and a place that holds unimaginable secrets to her past.

The Hunter and the Nightingale by TheImperfectionista - E, 10 chapters - After the Second Wizarding World War, defected Death Eaters were allowed to repent for their crimes as fugitive hunters of remaining Death Eaters. Draco Malfoy took up the role, but the toll on his body has led him to seek the anonymous healer known as the Nightingale.

The Fair Hermione by RESimon - E, one-shot - Draco was seven the first time he snuck in to visit her.He had grown up hearing about “The Fair Hermione” at almost every gathering with the Dark Lord. They’d all waited for her seventh birthday to arrive, constantly whispering about how so she could join him and take up her rightful place under his Lordship’s wing.No Hogwarts, No Prophecy, No Horcruxes, Voldemort stays in power AU

The Princess of Triton by gracediamondsfear - M, WIP - Tom Riddle's Ship of Oddities sails the seas, pulling in to various ports and letting the townsfolk peruse the menagerie of creatures and collectibles held below decks. With the help of his assistant, the orphan wizard Draco Malfoy, they manage to pull in an actual mermaid and put her on display. Draco takes pity on the mermaid and works to find a spell to turn her human and set her free. However these spells take time and as they grow closer and Hermione sees how the human world treats magic creatures, she isn't quite sure she wants to be human after all.But maybe there's another path for these two lovers to find their way?Inspired by The Little Mermaid and a little bit by Splash :)

Mirror|Mirror by otterlyardent - T, WIP - Tortured by recent events in her life, Hermione desires an escape from her unjust and cruel world. After finding what she seeks in an unexpected place, the witch will have to decide: is her life worth returning to or should she stay where the pain of loss is lessened?If Draco Malfoy has anything to say about it, she'll find she can have both. With him.

Eventide by TattooedWriter - T, WIP - When Dumbledore decides Hermione will be a more effective chess piece if she's completely out of play, he sends her to an Order safehouse on the Canadian coast. The opportunity to research and strategize appeals to her, but the partner Dumbledore assigns....does not.Based (LOOSELY) on the Canadian First Nations tale "The Boy of the Red Twilight Sky."

The Isle of Morsmordre by SaintDionysus - T, WIP - The quiet, mousy girl with no friends and nothing but books to keep her company, dreamt of quests and magic. Now, Hermione Granger is the prisoner of a mad immortal and his band of lost boys. Inspired by Peter Pan. Dramione. Non-HEA.

Questioning Curiosity by DarkAngelOfSorrowReturns - T, one-shot - Hermione had to investigate things for herself, and it only left her with more questions.

All Men Kill The Thing They Hate (Unless It Kills Them First) by fandomfairytales - E, 4 chapters - Sitting in a bleak hospital waiting room, pretending no news was the same as good news, while her heart continued to tear itself into tiny pieces with each minute that passed; Hermione Granger-Malfoy let herself wonder how her life had descended into such madness.Everything had seemed fine on the surface, not a hint of peril on the horizon; her life was everything she could have dreamed and more, a perfect fairy tale. But, apparently, life saw fit to cast a sinister shadow over the happiness she had fought tooth and nail to earn, and it was looking more and more like she’d be robbed of a happy ending.

familiar faces, worn out places by LovesBitca8 - E, one-shot - “You are at St. Mungo’s. You were in a coma.” He looks me over again, taking a pause. “I am a Healer here now,” he says, like it explains something. My fingers stretch, drifting across his sleeve. He looks down, like I’ve thrown mud at him.Forcing my vocal chords together for the first time, I whisper, “What’s your name?”

Hooked by In_Dreams - M, 2 chapters - After Draco Malfoy helps her out of a bind, Hermione decides to repay the favour when he is in need. Written for the Dramione Fairytale Fest, and loosely based on the Brothers Grimm fairytale, The Fisherman and his Wife.

Lured into the Light by PotionChemist - M, 16 chapters - Harry Potter died at the Battle of Hogwarts, and the war has raged on for three years. Draco Malfoy has been living as a Death Eater, surrounded by the darkness Voldemort brought into his life. However, one night, he receives an owl with an item that could potentially change his life... if he's willing to take the risk.**WARNING: Implied non-con. It is not explicitly described, so I didn't tag it as non-con.**Loosely based on The Fairy Comb, a Greek fairytale.

A Lily in White by MaraudingManaged - M, WIP - "He loved her. He loved her. Hermione Granger: this sharp, beautiful, whip-smart and powerful girl who happened to love him too. He, with the Dark Mark and painful bigotry. He with too many sins to bear - she loved him too.An impossible romance told in snapshots, in days, in moments; a story of love in the midst of the worst war the wizarding world has ever seen, and what might happen if two people make simple, but very different, choices.

Pebbles and Crumbs by GaeilgeRua - T, one-shot - A retelling of Hansel and Gretel. Draco and Hermione have to find ways to survive the forest and their stepmother's treachery.

The Contest Bride by CharmedMistletoe - T, 8 chapters - Hermione has been presented with a once in a lifetime opportunity to prove herself a worthy wife for a Malfoy heir

The Legend of The Lost Mermaid by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - Story telling is a dying art. What happens when a young witch tells a story.

Daddy's Baby & Grandfather's Plight by writerspassion18 , G, WIP - Draco loves his son, Alex, even under the circumstances. As those circumstances rear their ugly head in the form of one Artemis Nott, Draco and his wife will do anything to keep Alex safe and in Malfoy family hands.

How to Date an Idiotic Pureblood Wizard by bionically - T, one-shot - Hermione just knows Draco's up to something in the Ministry-mandated Muggle Awareness Class. She's not going to let him, not if it's going to interfere with her plans to take over the world, starting with one Pureblood at a time.Crackfic tribute to My Immortal. Read at your own risk.

Matters of The Heart by sleepygrimm - T, WIP - A heartless prince..He is very much stoic to a point pitiful. He knows love and happiness and tries his best to reciprocate but it ends with him struggling. Can a cursed prince discover love from a muggle Miss.

Side Effects by Disenchantedglow - M, one-shot - When Draco is enchanted after a run in with an old woman, he must deal with the side effects of turning to elemental magic to help him break the curse.

The Ice Maiden by islandpooka - M, WIP - Think of a snowier, feminine Pinocchio meets Cinderella story. A mysterious witch no one knows attracts the attentions of a devil-may-care aristocrat.

The Disappearing Woman by starryangelz72 - G, one-shot - Inspired by "The Glass Coffin" by the Grimm Brothers.When Draco saved Hermione from falling, little did he know it would set off a series of events that would have him searching for her in a distant world.

Finding Home by crochetaway - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger finds herself homeless on the streets of London. A stranger takes a chance on her, which is all she needs to get her life back on track.

Lost and Found by Kyonomiko - M, 8 chapters - Paired off and trapped in a ridiculous assignment, Hermione Granger is at the mercy of Draco Malfoy's sense of heroics and chivalry. She might be in for a long wait. Then again, every ferret has his day.

A Bedtime Story by CuppaTea90 - G, one-shot - It's storytime at the Malfoy's, only Hermione wants to finish it her way.

Caught in Flagrante by ruthy4vrsmoaked - E, one-shot - Scorpius and Lyra Malfoy ask mummy and daddy to tell their romantic story aka How Draco fell in love with Hermione and became her hero. Or aka how the Malfoy Crest Ring became a Hermione-Mood Ring. Or aka how Hermione uplifted Draco's broody mood.

L'Oiseau d'Or by Ephsbell - not rated, WIP - Harry Potter is in a coma. What's left of the Order needs a miracle. Hermione Granger believes she's found it and sets off to Avalon, hopefully, to save the day. At the same time, Voldemort wanting immortality sends a weary Draco Malfoy to retrieve the same treasure. Things might seem simple at first but a pesky prophecy and a bird soon complicate Hermione and Draco's straightforward task. WIP. PS The non-con is very much in the background.

The Loving Pair by pixiedustandbluebutterflies - M, WIP - When Draco was eventually assigned to the Department of Muggle Relations as part of his parole, he intended to show up for his required amount of hours, prove that he wasn’t a threat to society, and avoid interacting with his coworkers as much as possible.Draco never intended to actually enjoy the work or the time he spent with the newly hired Junior Associate - Hermione Granger.

Tell Me a Story by jalapeno_jazz - G, WIP - Draco is absolutely, completely wrapped around his daughter's finger. He knows it. She knows it. And she knows that he knows that she knows it.

East of the Sun West of the Moon by savedprincess85 - T, WIP - Draco has become cursed-into a huge white bear. Only Hermione can help him to break the curse. But they have a journey ahead of them before they can break it.

Rituals and Roses by QuinTalon - T, one-shot - Narcissa Malfoy has been suffering from a mysterious illness for years and it seems time is running out. Desperate to save her, Draco reaches out to a witch who may be his last hope. Could Hermione Granger be the key to saving her?

Slytherin Into Fate by Rosella_Burgundy - E, 2 chapters - As they work on a new case, Draco and Hermione find themselves caught up in a lust potion incident. When Hermione finds out who's to blame she takes revenge on them.

On the Wings of a Dove by BoredRavenvlaw620 - T, 19 chapters - The war changed Draco Malfoy. Doesn't he deserve a happily ever after?Inspired by the Fairy tale, "The Gypsy Queen"

comma; by kanames_harisen - T, WIP - Granger gives him the coldest glare he's ever seen."The only one responsible for Ron's death was the wizard who cursed him, and that man is rotting in Azkaban, soulless from the Kiss." For a moment, she stays like that, as hard and immovable as granite. Then she sighs and her face softens. "But if you need my forgiveness to move on, you have it. I forgive you, Draco Malfoy, for whatever part you think you played in my husband's death."

Rampion by grace_lou_freebush - E, 3 chapters - Dramione short story based off Rapunzel by the Brothers Grimm for The Mourning Madam's Once Upon a Time Dramione Fairy Tale Fest.Hermione is separated from Harry and Ron at the skirmish at Malfoy Manor, and to keep her properly imprisoned, Bellatrix locks her in a tower. What happens when Draco happens upon her, and how can she escape?

A Fool off His Guard by HollyBrianne - G, one-shot - Fairy tale prompt: Arabian Nights/Aladdin While on the horcrux hunt, Hermione alone is caught by snatchers and taken to Malfoy Manor

Heaven Has Made You Lovely by NuclearNik - T, one-shot - She watched Draco rock slowly back and forth where he stood next to the bed, their newborn cradled in his arms. He pressed his lips to her peach fuzz forehead and when he lifted his head, his eyes were shiny.

Two Desks Apart by msmerlin - T, 6 chapters - Draco used routine to work through his emotional baggage post-war, using a strict set of rules to regulate his once out of control life. His parents and friends express concern over his stagnant life in the form of setting him up on blind dates in hopes of helping Draco find 'the one'. Little did they all know, the witch who captured his heart had been just two desk apart from him for the past two years.

The Stallion in the Forest by GracefulLioness - G, one-shot - After falling asleep while reading in the forest, Hermione gets lost after dark and stumbles upon a curious man living alone in a hut deep in the woods. But nothing is as it seems in this forest. She will soon discover that the man, the hut, and his beautiful stallion hold more secrets than she ever thought imaginable.

Water Lily by RooOJoy - G, one-shot - A retelling of the fairy tale, The Story of a Mother by Hans Christian Anderson.". . . Draco reached out and felt the soft petals of what he could tell was a water lily. He lightly ran his hands over the plant in an attempt to familiarize himself with it, and frowned when he could feel the limp flowers droop heavily in his palm. The scent that wafted gloriously from the flower made his heart ache in need of his wife. He inhaled deeply, and instantly felt as though his face was buried in the crook of her neck, her curls tickling his skin."

His Healing Touch by articcat621 - E, one-shot - Hermione isn't quite sure how she'll get through this, but Draco assures her that they'll do it together.

All That Is Beautiful by CindyBarnard - T, one-shot - For TheMourningMadam's Once Upon A Time Fest. Perhaps Hermione should have never left that castle... at least she had been safely oblivious to the outside world. Yet loneliness drove her out to find something beautiful, to find her lost friends. What she found instead was beyond her worse imaginings.

Twisted by CourtingInsanity - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger knows Draco Malfoy is responsible for the death of her Mother and Grandmother, and even though she hasn't seen him in years, she will stop at nothing to enact her revenge.

Magic Is Real by BiscuitsForPotter - G, one-shot - When eight year-old Hermione wanders into the woods on her way home from school and stumbles upon a strange boy there, she makes an astonishing discovery: magic is real. But that's just the beginning. Written for TheMourningMadam's Fairy Tale Fest; Based on "Käthchen and the Kobold."

His Salvation by Imotales - not rated. 8 chapters - A lost boy. A golden girl. The story of self destruction, a story of rebuilding. Sometimes lost ones can be shown the path of life if they find someone to hold light for them.

The Potions Mouse by Misdemeanor1331 - T, 6 chapters - One spring day, Potions Professor Draco Malfoy saved a precarious mouse from certain death. Little did he know that this small act of kindness would solve a ten-year mystery and change his life forever.

The Witch of Wiltshire by Art3misiA - E, 7 chapters - Nobody in Hermione's village knows she and her parents are magical.They live a quiet life until she meets one Draco Malfoy, and unwittingly invokes a jealousy in Ron Weasley that will set off a dire chain of events.

The Muggleborn and the Pea by LadyKenz347 - M, one-shot - In an attempt to charm Draco's parents, Hermione pretends to come from a Pureblood family for an evening. Narcissa has her own means of uncovering the truth.Spin on Princess and the Pea for The Mourning Madame's Once Upon a Time Fest.No Voldy AU

The Star Child by TriDogMom - M, one-shot - no summary

The Dragon and His Mother by HufflepuffMommy - M, one-shot - The trio find themselves trapped at Malfoy Manor, but an unlikely accomplice helps them escape. Together, the four of them figure out how to get the last of the Horcruxes and end the war once and for all.

This fest is ongoing.

#themourningmadam's fests #Fests/Exchanges/Challenges

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We Run From Real Life Thoughts Tonight

Doom Days chapter 3 is here. Are you ready for it?

Read on FF.net or AO3

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Harry glanced over at Ginny out of the corner of his eye. She was staring straight ahead, hyper-focused on their task. After a quick moment of silence for their fallen friend, they had fled the scene, looting their enemies clean of anything useful.

As they walked, Harry’s mind kept replaying the scene. He saw Cedric’s body jerking as the bullet tore through his chest. He saw the look on his face as he slid down to the ground. Harry’s own hands were covered in shining blood. Then… nothing. He had frozen, unable to do more than stare, and Ginny had been the one to guide them away from everything.

If Harry was completely honest, he hadn’t heard a word she’d said for the first few minutes after the shooting ceased. His brain seemed to have shut down, unable to think about anything other than his dead friend. But when Ginny had moved in close… how was it that she smelled like Molly’s little patio garden? They were in the middle of an apocalypse, and there she was, smelling of fucking flowers. It was the same scent he’d noticed back in school, the same smell that would follow him into his dreams to that very night . That’s what had brought him back to reality, back to the painful real-life thoughts. Without her,fuck... he’d probably still be back in the center of that village. Or dead.

The night was approaching fast as they made their way. By Harry’s understanding of the map, they should reach Lower Assendon before darkness completely overran them.

“What’s that?” Ginny broke the comfortable silence they’d had for over an hour. She was pointing towards the outline of a tree on a small rise, and yet…

Harry blinked a few times to make sure his eyes weren’t misleading him. Dangling from one of the higher branches were two humanoid shadows. They were connected by a thick rope tied around where their necks would be.

“Please don’t let it be what I think it is.” Ginny’s shoulders fell as they moved in closer to the hanging tree.

“Then it’s better if I don’t speak.” Harry took in a deep breath as they stood forty meters away. Without saying a word, they’d each decided to stop.“Fuck.”

“We should cut them down.” Ginny reached for the blade clipped to her belt. Harry followed her as she strode up the short incline.

Once they were close enough to see the skin peeling from the woman’s cheeks, the first thing Harry thought of was the lack of smell. “They’ve been here for a while.”

Ginny nodded as she stared at the couple. The longer they stood there, the more Harry noticed -- but what really caught his attention was their linked hands.

“They wanted to leave the world together,” Ginny spoke softly. He turned to see her looking at their hands too. “I’m guessing one of them was ill.” She swallowed hard. “I’m worried that Dad sent me away for the same reason.”

Harry’s heart surged into his throat. The idea that Arthur was going to -- “No.”

His voice was so quiet he could barely hear it. Beside him, he felt Ginny shudder. Without hesitation, Harry took her into his arms, cradling her head to his chest.

She started to shake while Harry held her. He could feel the dampness of her tears on his shirt. “Ginny, I --” I’m sorry wasn’t enough. It pained him to watch her deal with all of… this. This motherfucking shit-show of a world. If he could, he’d have hidden her away from it all.

But that was impossible.

“I just hate that I can’t do anything,” Ginny said, her voice muffled by his shirt. Harry started rubbing small circles in between her shoulder blades. “Oh, Harry, you and I both know he won’t make it. Mum maybe had a few days, and they say --”

Ginny choked back a sob. Harry pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Everyone knows how contagious you are during the last twenty-four hours you’re alive with Morsmordre.”

She nodded into his chest. “He won’t leave her side. The whole plant thing is a lie.” Harry’s mind whirled back to Arthur’s vague promise of a cure, of the mystical plant lying outside the city limits.

“Did he tell you that?”

“No, but if there was a cure, why hasn’t news spread? Why aren’t people walking around cheering about this Godsend of a cure?”

Harry continued rubbing her back, and to his immense pleasure, her stiff shoulders slowly loosened. Her breathing was also taking on an even rhythm. He knew her question was entirely rhetorical. They both knew the answer.

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“We’re almost there,” Harry told Ginny as they walked down the old one-lane road.

“Do we know who we’re meeting?” Ginny asked. Even in the poor light of his torch beam, he could see that her eyes were still red-rimmed from the previous hour. After cutting the dead couple from their post, it had taken some time to move on from the hanging tree. Now the sun had fully set and they were relying on their torches for light.

“Ced --” Harry swallowed hard. “Cedric use to live here with Cho.”

“The one who might be --”

Harry flinched. If Cho really was pregnant -- fuck.. He didn’t want that guilt on his head. The idea that he’d caused a child to lose their father before even getting to meet him...

Ginny grabbed his hand and pulled him to a complete stop. “Harry, as sad as it is that Cedric died, it wasn’t our fault.”

“But --”

“No!” She slapped her hand down on his chest. Harry saw her face illuminated in the perfect light for telling a scary story; her torch was angled below her chin and shadows danced across her features. “We weren’t the ones who shot him, were we? No, it was those bastards! And now they’re paying the ultimate price.”

Logically, Harry knew she was right. He hadn’t killed Cedric, but it sure felt like he had. “If we hadn’t --”

“-- He could still have walked into an ambush and been captured and tortured in a month’s time.” Ginny shook her head. “Harry, do you believe in fate?”

“I --” Harry pursed his lips. “I don’t know.”

Ginny nodded. “Well, I do. I think some things have to happen eventually, no matter how much it hurts. It shapes us into who we are.”

“Are you saying Cedric had to die?”

“I don’t know about dying, but I do think something was bound to happen. Don't get me wrong.” Ginny spread her palms in surrender. “I don’t think we should sit back and just let anything happen to us, but I do think there’s a general outline that’s already in place.”

Harry let her philosophy sink in. He had no idea if fate or destiny were real things, but she did have a point about certain events shaping him into the man he’d become. Without his losses and victories, who would he be?

“I --” He took a deep breath. “It still hurts.” Harry had never been good at sharing his feelings, something his secondary school girlfriend pointed out all too often. He could never articulate what was going on in his head when it came to emotions.

Ginny, however, didn’t seem to care that he couldn’t express himself. She gave him a small smile that he almost couldn’t see in the poor lighting. “I know.” She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “We best keep going.”

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In Harry’s opinion, Lower Assendon was a horrible place to set up a defense post. The center of the village was a wide open area with what once had been houses and a few local businesses. There was no way to set a wall around the area, or at least not an efficient one. Harry couldn’t help but wonder how anyone felt safe in this neighborhood.

Harry and Ginny walked right up to the only building that had any lights shining, the old bed and breakfast.

“I’m gonna knock,” Harry told Ginny quietly. “I need you to be behind my back and ready if someone makes a move at me.”

Ginny nodded, pulling her gun out of her holster and clicking off the safety. Harry stopped on the stoop, checking to make sure Ginny was ready. At her nod, he knocked. It took fifteen seconds for someone to brush the curtains aside to look at them. Harry could see a mane of dark hair before the window was covered again. Then a dark eye shone through a crack in the door.

“Who is it?” Though Harry hadn’t talked to her in years, he recognized Cho Chang.

“Cho, it’s Harry Potter.” Harry could hear her intake of breath.

“Harry? From Secondary?” Though she sounded more comforted, the door didn’t open. “I need you to prove it.”

“How?” Harry glanced back at Ginny and saw confusion reflected back at him.

“Tell me something only Harry would know.” There was a pause. “Where did you walk in on me and Cedric?”

Harry could feel his face heating. Oh, how he had tried to forget that scene. It had been hard enough for him to hear about the girl he fancied in a committed relationship, but to see it up close and personal had been…

“You were in the cupboard by Snape’s old classroom.”

From behind him, Ginny let out a derisive snort. “Not the most romantic spot,” she muttered under her breath. Harry had to hide his smile as Cho swung the door wide.

“Harry!” Cho gave him a hug. Apparently, an apocalypse made people more willing to embrace friends from their past. “How are you? And.” She looked over at Ginny. “Fred and George’s little sister?”

“Not the title I typically go by,” Ginny muttered, but accepted Cho’s hug all the same. “How are you, Cho?”

“As good as can be expected.” Cho took a quick look behind them. “You best come inside.” She gestured them into a small corridor and through an open doorway that led to a moderately-sized sitting room. “How did you know where to find me?”

“We didn’t exactly know it was you who was living here.” Harry settled on the loveseat and was pleased when Ginny joined him instead of taking one of the overstuffed armchairs.

“Really?” Cho cocked her head to the side. “But then why --”

Harry felt like a shiver go down his spine and his throat tighten. “I --” He took in a deep breath and looked directly at Cho. “Cedric had been leading us here.”

“Oh, you’ve seen Cedric!” Cho beamed. “I’m so glad, I always thought you two would get --” She paused as confusion contorted her pretty face. “Wait… leading? He’s with you?” Harry’s chest started to constrict as she looked around the room as if expecting her boyfriend to be hiding in a corner. Cho met his eyes. “Where is Cedric?”

“He --” Harry couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell this woman that the man she loved had died helping him.

Thankfully, Ginny took the lead.

“Cho.” Ginny leaned forward and took her hand. Ginny’s voice was lower and comforting. “Cho,” she repeated, “I’m sorry but he -- someone shot him.”

“No.”

The one word crushed Harry. Cho looked between him and Ginny as if waiting for one of them to tell her how it was all a joke and Cedric would be coming home with a bouquet of flowers. After a minute, Cho’s head fell into her hands as her body shook with sobs.

Ginny rose from her spot to crouch beside Cho and placed a gentle arm over the distraught woman’s shoulders, whispering words of comfort. Harry didn’t have a clue what to do. He had no idea how to console Cho. As she’d reminded him often enough, he was terrible with emotions.

“How -- Did --?” Cho tried to ask, but choked on her own words.

“He didn’t suffer.” Ginny rubbed her hand up and down the length of Cho’s arm in a soothing manner. “Cho, he was talking about how much he adored you before -- it happened.”

Cho sucked in a shuddering breath as she raised her head. Harry could see the trail that her tears had taken down her face. “At least that’s something.”

“Cho, are --” Harry cut himself off. Even he knew this wasn’t the time to ask if she was pregnant. “Will you be all right?”

Cho blinked at him, sending residual tears down her cheeks. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?”

Ginny shook her head. “No, Cho, you don’t have to be okay.”

“I -- I need to be.” Cho rubbed at her dry eyes.

“Is that because of the baby?” Ginny asked gently. Harry had admired how smoothly she’d asked. He never would have managed that.

Cho’s neck snapped to look at Ginny. “How -- Did Cedric tell you?”

“He mentioned you thought you might be, and that he was excited.”

“Yeah.” Cho squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before giving Ginny a dejected look. “I missed my monthly and thought… but I got it yesterday. Cedric left to help Hannah two days ago. I didn’t get to tell h -”

Ginny pulled Cho tightly into her side when Cho choked on her own words. She turned her attention to Harry. “Wanna go make some tea?”

Harry stared at her feeling like a deer in the headlights, his mind unable to comprehend her words.

“Tea?” He finally parroted, feeling the cogs in his head turn. “Right. I’ll make everyone a cup of tea.” Harry hastily stood from his seat and exited the den.

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Harry thanked Cho as he closed the door to the room she’d presented. Never had a night dragged so long… Between Cho randomly breaking down into tears and getting his shoulder patched with more official supplies than Ginny’d had earlier, Harry needed sleep. His wound hurt and so did his head.

He moved over to the large bed, surprised at how comfortable it looked. The last three years had been a blur of lumpy mattresses or hard floors, but this -- this was paradise.

Right as he was about to pull the covers out from their tucked areas, someone knocked on his door.

“Harry?” Ginny’s muffled voice came through the wood. “Can I come in?”

Harry strode over to the door and slowly opened it to reveal a bleary-eyed Ginny. She entered the room and sat on the bed.

“What’s up?” Harry unconsciously ran a hand through his hair.

“What’s the plan?” Ginny pulled her legs up onto the mattress, sitting criss-cross. The way she was looking at him… there was so much trust and respect in her gaze. It made him feel as if he could conquer anything.

“I saw some old bicycles by one of the houses on the way here.” Harry took a seat next to Ginny, leaning his back against the headboard. “We can check to see if there’s air in their tires.”

Harry could have sworn the smile Ginny gave him lit up the room more than the candle on the nightstand. “Harry, that’s a great idea!”

“Thanks.” Harry hoped his face wasn’t turning red. He would spend all his days coming up with ideas if it meant getting Ginny to look at him like that. “It should cut time to Abingdon in half.”

“More than half, I’m guessing.” Ginny moved so she sat beside him with her back to the headboard. “God, how has it only been a day? It feels like it’s been years.”

Harry had to agree. All the shit they’d already dealt with… well, that was enough excitement to last a lifetime, but they would have to go out and do it again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day.

They stayed quiet for a few minutes, both lost in their own memories and thoughts of what they were going to have to do. Harry didn’t even notice when Ginny tilted herself so that her body leaned against his, her head resting on his shoulder.

This was his own Elysium. Just being able to sit there with her, not a worry on his mind. No, Harry couldn't think of anything better than this.

He could hear Ginny's breathing even out. Looking down, Harry saw that her eyes had closed. Harry loved how her mouth parted slightly, amplifying a cute little snore she had.

Gently, he slid her body down the pillows so she lay flat on the mattress. He held up her legs so he could work the blankets from under her. Once he had her completely settled, Harry rose from the bed to ask Cho where Ginny had planned on sleeping, but Ginny’s hand reached out, grappling at his side of the mattress as if looking for something. A little frown appeared on her lips.

Without realizing he’d done it, Harry had taken Ginny’s outstretched hand in his own. In a vice-like grip, the sleeping redhead pulled his arm towards her, almost snuggling it like a child might a teddy bear. Harry didn’t struggle. Instead, he slid himself down to lie level with her.

Harry’s heart pounded against his ribs as he looked at his sleeping companion. Clearly, she needed comfort. That was it. And his hand had simply been the nearest thing. The frown on Ginny’s lips had flipped into a smile that felt so out of place for what their lives looked like now. How could he deny her solace? Hell, how could he truly deny her anything?

Not the time or place, Harry thought, doing his best to clear his mind of her as he closed his eyes.

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Ginny woke feeling warm. Slowly she opened her eyes -- and was instantly greeted by the sight of dark bedhead and a cute nose. Harry slept soundly in front of her, his mouth agape, a little drool hanging out the right side. Never had drool looked so cute. She looked down at where their hands were linked.

Damn, I wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning, Ginny thought...though, I certainly wouldn’t mind being snuggled up in his arms...

She thought back to how she’d gotten into Harry’s bed. They had been planning, and then the comfortable silence had lulled her to sleep. After such an eventful day, it was no wonder that the moment there was the break she’d needed to fall asleep.

A knock on their door sent Harry into attack mode in the blink of an eye. He went ramrod straight, eyes locked on the door, one arm blocking her and… where the fuck had he pulled his pistol from?

“Harry, I can’t find Ginny!” Cho’s panicked tone filtered through the wooden door. Ginny watched Harry’s shoulders slacken as realization registered.

“She’s in here with me.” Harry’s voice was rough, and Ginny thought it was due to more than just sleep. His survival instincts seemed to spread to every part of him.

“She’s in there with - oh!” Cho’s voice shifted from confusion to amusement. “Oh, I’m glad! I’ll -- um -- give you two a few minutes. I have breakfast ready in the kitchen whenever you’re -- um -- decent.”

Ginny listened to Cho’s retreating footsteps, her eyes locked on the back of Harry’s head. After a minute, Harry cleared his throat and set his weapon on the side table. When he turned to look at her, his hand unconsciously ran through his bedhead.

“Good to know she’s looking out for us.” Harry gave her a small smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well,” Ginny confessed. “Though, I was surprised about where I woke up.”

Harry, God bless him, blushed. “I didn’t wanna wake you.”

“I appreciate that.” Ginny pulled the covers off herself before rising. “Well, best not make Cho wait too long or she’s gonna think we’re on round two.”

Just like Ginny wanted, Harry turned a darker shade of red before muttering. “Right.”

Ginny moved around the bed and kissed Harry’s cheek. “Thank you, Harry.”

“Anytime, Gin.”

She retreated to the door, pausing with her hand on the handle to look over her shoulder. “Oh, and, Harry.”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, feel free to sleep under the covers with me. I don’t bite.” With a wink, Ginny left for her designated bedroom, leaving a stunned Harry behind her.

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“So, tell me how long you two have been together?” Cho’s voice finally broke through the awkward silence that had surrounded them for the past ten minutes. They were having a simple breakfast of eggs; Cho kept chickens in a fenced-in area of the yard. Not a word had been spoken since Ginny and Harry had sat down.

Why she decided that would be a good ice breaker was beyond Ginny. She was about to deny it, saying she had just fallen asleep talking, when Cho spoke again. “It’s nice to see someone find happiness in this fucking twisted world.”

Again, Ginny was about to deny it... until she noticed the giant bags under Cho’s eyes. Clearly, the woman had cried most of the night. Ginny didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth and crush the only thing that had put a smile on Cho’s face.

She sent a quick glance to Harry and hoped he’d forgive her. “I agree. It’s important to be with the ones we love.”

Harry didn’t speak, but he did give her a confused look as if he were trying to figure out a complex puzzle. But the joy it seemed to bring Cho made up for Harry’s bewilderment.

After they finished their breakfasts in a more comfortable atmosphere, Ginny offered to help Cho clean up while Harry went to check on the bikes across the street.

Ginny took charge of the dishes while Cho cleaned the rest of the kitchen. From her position by the basin, Ginny could look out the kitchen window where Harry was checking the tires of the bicycles. They were simple two-wheeled machines, one in green and the other in red.

“It’s so important to be with the one you love.” Cho came up behind Ginny, handing her a leftover cup from the table. She nodded her head towards Harry. “There just isn’t enough time.” The wistfulness of Cho’s expression broke Ginny’s heart in two.

She looked back out at Harry. Cho had a point. If something were to happen to Harry or herself and Ginny never told him… a shiver ran down her spine. That wasn’t something she even wanted to consider. Ginny shifted her focus back to the dishes, but her mind wandered to all the horrible possibilities.

Once Ginny had rinsed the last plate, she dried her hands and headed out into the yard where… fuck. What was it about Harry tightening the tire’s screws that was so -- fucking attractive? Was it the way he put his whole body into his project, or maybe it was the lack of shirt presenting her with a great view of tight middle and dark chest hair...

Either way, hot damn!

Harry looked up at her and smiled, which almost sent Ginny to her knees. “Gin, could you see if Cho has an air pump? Only one of the tires needs air.��

It took a few seconds for Ginny’s brain to reboot after such a crash. She nodded and spun back into the house, her face feeling as if it was on fire. The only thought on her mind was how glad she was that Harry couldn't read minds.

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Ginny looked around the scenic lane. Long grass rose on either side of the one-car road. She had always loved England for its beautiful sights, and oddly enough, this trip had allowed her to see more of the incredible countryside. In between gunfights, of course.

"So." Harry let out a long breath, his legs pumping at a steady pace to her left. "What did Cho tell you before we left?"

Ginny thought back on their departure from the cozy village. Cho had pulled her aside and handed her a few final items: An extra bottle to fill water into, a simple knife that would be perfect for protection, and some supplies... for the other kind of protection.

“Uh -- you know so extra water and a nice knife.” Ginny didn’t think it was prudent to mention the rest of Cho’s care package to Harry, at least for now.

“Oh, good!”

And there was the silence again. It wasn’t their usual comfortable silence. There was something to it that Ginny couldn’t quite place. Every so often, she could see his head turn in her direction. She couldn’t help but wonder if his mind kept drifting back to that morning. She wondered if he couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect it had felt to wake up with her, just like she thought of him.

Ginny cleared her throat, forcing her mind to move away from her fantasy. They continued to pedal across the countryside, talking in random intervals, helping to ease whatever that tension had been. There was no set subject of discussion as they progressed across the land, no limitations. Ginny’s personal favorite topic was who’d had the worst first kiss.

“So, she really just started crying?” Ginny asked for the second time.

Harry grunted. “Look, it wasn’t my fault.”

“I mean.” Ginny sent him a quick smirk. “I’ve never kissed someone and felt the urge to cry, so…”

“She was mad at her ex.”

Ginny pressed on the brakes, stopping in the middle of the road next to an abandoned Range Rover. “Wait. What?”

Harry halted his bicycle, his feet skidding on the pavement. He stood from the seat and turned to look at her. “What?”

“What do you mean she was mad her ex, and what does that have to do with her crying while kissing you?”

Harry sighed. He threw his leg over the center bar and hit the bike stand down. “I guess now’s a good a time as any to take a break.” He moved over to the Range Rover and leaned against it. “So, I was at this party with Ron and this girl comes up to me and like -- you know, starts flirting with me.”

Ginny followed his example, getting off her bike and leaning her back against the SUV. “How old were you?”

“Um.” Harry frowned. “I’d say fifteen. Anyways, apparently her boyfriend had broken up with her and she was hoping to make him jealous.”

“With you?”

Harry nodded. “She took me into a corner and you know --” Ginny loved the way he blushed. It was adorable that a grown man was still so awkward talking about kissing someone. He swallowed. “Yeah, and so when her boyfriend didn’t come over and knock my lights out, she got upset. She started crying, and yeah.” He ended lamely.

Ginny considered her options. She could be sympathetic or tease him a bit. If she knew anything about Harry, he was not the type of guy who wanted sympathy. “So, what you’re saying is your moves didn’t make her forget about the rest of the world.” She clicked her tongue.

It took a few seconds but Harry’s lips twitched. “Well, to be fair it was my first kiss. My moves have improved greatly since then.”

“Oh?” Ginny quirked a brow at him. “You think you got game?”

Ginny could practically see the cogs in his mind working overtime. Then he gave her a teasing smirk. “I could... show you my game.”

Looking back on the scene, Ginny would never be certain about who moved in closer first. Honestly, it could have been mutual. What she could remember was being close enough to see a little dimple on his left cheek that she’d never noticed. She also remembered how the rest of the world had come back into stark reality when an animal growled from the underbrush somewhere to their left.

She and Harry jumped apart, looking at the wild dog. The creature’s stance showed it was ready for a fight. Harry looked at her, then back at the beast. “We -- we’d best get out of here.”

Ginny’s heart fell into her stomach, but she nodded. They moved quickly back onto their bicycles and sped away from the little roadside.

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Seamus thumped hard on Harry’s back. “Great to see ya, mate!”

“You too, Shay.” Harry patted his friend’s back just as hard. When they separated, Harry turned to Ginny. “Seamus, you remember Ginny?”

“Ron’s little sister?”

“Not my preferred title,” Ginny muttered for the second time in two days. “But yeah.”

Seamus threw his arms around her as well. “Good to see ya too, lass.”

“Likewise, Seamus.”

After a quick kiss to the cheek, Seamus stepped away from her. “Well, come with me. I’ll give ya the tour.”

Ginny walked beside Harry as Seamus pointed out how they’d created the town's defenses. As they walked around, Ginny could feel the difference in the atmosphere compared to London. Every person they passed in Abingdon was smiling and talking to each other. In London, everyone kept their heads down, but here they acted… friendly. Then again, that could have just been because it was London.

Seamus showed them to a building where everyone gathered for meals. “Tonight's supper is roast beef, so ya came at the right time.”

The final stop on their tour was a line of houses all different colors. Ginny would have guessed it had once been a high street. “And this is where I live.” He opened the front door to a small hall. “If you two wanna get settled, your room is upstairs. Dinner will be in a few hours. I’ve gotta go fix the bathhouse. If you get bored, go look for Dean.” He winked at Ginny. “I’m sure you remember him.”

And with that, Seamus walked right back out the front door.

Ginny blinked rapidly. “Dean’s here?”

Harry’s eyes took on a cool quality. “Like your last boyfriend. That Dean?”

“I guess so.” Ginny shrugged, hefting her bag up her back. “Come on, let’s put these away so I can check your shoulder.”

“Right.” Harry ran a hand through his hair. “Right.” He paused. “Wait...did he say room?”

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❝ Suspense is an excellent tool for keeping powerful people off balance. It gives you bargaining power. ❞

TW: USFW

It took a few hours of work and carefully crafted memory alterations for Fane to get what they needed, it was a matter of distraction and getting Kali to a point where she was receptive enough to let him do as he wished. Thankfully, fifteen years on the run ending up in all sorts of dives had left him with a fair few tricks up his sleeve ones that ultimately served to give him the opportunity he needed and when it presented itself he seized it altering Kali’s memory of the next few hours through a carefully woven tapestry of memories that Fane planted in her head. Enough to leave her with an enthralling pattern of events that unfolded after he’d followed her to the bedroom when in reality none of it was real. Not to mention some of the spells he’d had to use to give her a few marks to resemble what he’d put in her head. She’d slept then, only waking as Fane was shrugging his jacket back on. A short negotiation later, Fane was up three names, three wands and one box of Bliss which he tucked away on the inside of his jacket along with some of the other items that had been left in the lounge they’d been chatting in earlier.

“It was a pleasure, doing business with you Mister Savin,” Kali called as he promptly turned to leave not looking back once. Instead, as soon as Fane was outside and felt the wards tingle over his skin he disapparated to his shop moving to lift one of the floorboards in the back section where he stored the box of nefarious items he’d received magically save for one packet sealing with an undetectable charm before trudging up the stairs. He glanced at a mirror on the way up and grimaced at the sunken tiredness of his eyes, shrugged off his jacket onto the back of the sofa opting to bypass most of everything until he arrived up at the bedroom only to find one small auror passed out there instead. Sighing, Fane moved to perch on the side of the bed careful not to disturb her as he softly brushed a stray curl out of her face a ghost of a smile gracing his lips as he withdrew. She was probably mad, and so Fane carefully withdrew grabbing a pair of boxers from the drawer and a loose tee before heading to grab a shower wanting to scrub the night off under the scalding water.

Once he was clean and changed Fane cast a look at Faye on the bed, rubbing a hand through his wet hair before hanging his towel up on the door. He padded down to the lounge and settled down as best he could on the sofa. Which unfortunately for him was only a two-seater and resulted in an awkward contortion of his body to even try to fit on it by the time Fane drifted off his head had lolled to one side and an arm and leg hung awkwardly off the cushions.

Faye had debated going back to her cottage instead of to Fane’s. She was mad. Furious. But deep down in the rational part of her brain she knew it wasn’t at Fane. It was at the whole goddamn situation that had gone cold other than this one lead. This one, single, solitary lead. Since the Morsmordre had appeared above London all those weeks ago, nothing else had happened. No murders (thank Christ), no new evidence, not even a whisper of any suspicious activity that might correlate. Nothing.

This was all they had.

And it made Faye crazy.

Especially because Fane was all but being used as a means to an end. And he knew it. And that too, was her fault. So beneath the misplaced jealousy there was also guilt. And fear. Because while she trusted Fane, she didn’t trust the people she had left him with. Not one bit. Faye had been drugged with barely any effort earlier that night, and she had been doing this for a long time. Fane wasn’t incompetent by any means, but there was always someone who was better. Someone willing to go just one step further to get what they wanted. Not many, in Fane’s case, but to think he was infallible would be dangerous to the extreme. And that added just another layer to everything Faye was feeling.

So she apparated to Fane’s, standing for a moment in the deserted street outside the shopfront. Her dress reflected in the glass doors, the dim streetlights throwing sparks of light onto the cobblestones. Faye stared at her reflection for the space of a few seconds, and she should have felt beautiful with the way the dress hugged her curves and showed off her legs and cleavage; her hair now down and hanging wind-swept around her face; smokey eyes and painted lips. But she didn’t see any of that. She only saw the face she had had to put on. Her own means to an end. And the scars that she’d been forced to reveal. Marring anything about herself that she might find beautiful.

The outside reflects what on the inside, after all.

With an angry huff, Faye went inside, making sure to lock up again. She went upstairs to the bedroom and tore the dress off, leaving it in a pile with her shoes. Even the earrings and other jewelry she’d been wearing found themselves tossed to the floor and forgotten. Faye showered, turning the water just the other side of comfortable. She stood under the spray, scrubbing off the smell of smoke and sweat, and the sticky film of the smirking woman’s blood where it was smeared over her hand. But she couldn’t scrub off the way she felt. The way her thoughts kept drifting back to Fane (though honestly they had never left) and whether or not he was alright.

Whether or not he was in another woman’s bed…

No… no, he was fine. He would handle it, like he always did. And then he would come home.

Like he always did.

Faye turned the shower off eventually, feeling like she’d scrubbed her skin raw and bleeding. She dried herself, charming her hair to do the same, which left it in a mess of wavy curls down her back that she didn’t bother to brush out. Grabbing the first shirt she found, she pulled it on over her head as she padded down to the lounge to find a drink. There was a bottle already on the counter, so she snagged a glass and filled it full, not bothering with ice. She didn’t want to taste it anyway, she just wanted it to help her sleep. There were other ways, but none that wouldn’t knock her out for hours. And she wanted to be able to wake up when Fane got in.

Walking to the piano, she idly tapped a finger here and there over the keys. The notes echoed through the quiet room. Fane’s bird chirped irritably from his perch, cracking a shiny eye at Faye for disturbing him. “Piss off,” she muttered around the rim of the glass. But she closed the piano hood anyway and walked to the windows, looking out on the city below. Cato chirped again, ruffling his feathers, and Faye glanced at him briefly. They both fell quiet after that.

Eventually, Faye went to bed, falling into a restless sleep. She didn’t wake when Fane came in, or when he sat beside her and touched her gently. Though she did make a small, contented sound as his fingers brushed her face. Faye slept a while longer, until her restlessness finally forced her awake. She reached out towards the other side of the bed and found it empty. Which only made her frown, especially considering what time the clock showed.

Fuck...

There was no way she was going back to sleep now. She got up and went downstairs, rubbing her arms against the cold that had settled in during the night. She might have passed right by the sofa, and it’s occupant, had he not been so awkwardly smushed while trying to sleep. As it was, Faye did notice, and it stopped her in her tracks.

He had come home. And he was sleeping here, folded in half on this tiny half-sofa, instead of in his own bed. He must think her furious with him. Faye’s expression softened, turning from one of annoyance and worry, to one of weary gratefulness.

The stubborn bastard didn’t even have a blanket. And it was freezing. She sighed, and walked over, snagging a throw and laying it over him before casting a warming charm. Much as he had done her, she pushed his hair back off his forehead in a small gesture of affection. Then she settled down on the floor, a second blanket tucked around herself, and leaned against the arm of the sofa.

“I’m sorry,” she said after awhile. Her voice was quiet, and a bit hesitant. “I was… jealous.” I was so scared. “And I could’ve ruined everything.” I should never have put you in that position.

Fane knew well enough that this evening he was a bargaining chip, a means to an end, whatever or however you wanted to put it he was aware and consciously accepting the fact that he was being used. Another thing added to the bargain to get what everyone involved wanted; Faye her information to find some sort of break in this damn case so they could have a break, him the possibility of an in to fuelling some of his vices and Kali their silence (and him for the night). He went in knowing the possibilities, not that it changed the nausea he felt even thinking he had to even touch another person when the only one he wanted wasn’t present. But it was necessary, for the case and for Faye’s career he was willing to sacrifice himself in whatever means she required even if that meant letting another use him.

By now he was used to people doing that. What did one more time matter?

Not wanting to wake Faye, and also unsure how she was feeling about everything was why Fane chose to go downstairs. Not to mention he still felt a little off-kilter since leaving the estate. He didn’t want to disturb Faye if he slept fitfully, it wasn’t fair on her to wake her after the night she had been through between Boris and everything else though not once did he stop to consider that perhaps it was unfair to him too. That the only reason he’d been in this position was because of Faye’s damn obsession with this case regardless of how many people it helped, why did it cost so much? It had already practically taken over every waking moment of their lives that Fane didn’t opt to try and distract Faye away from it, the papers and case files littered all over the apartment evidence to this fact. It was a creature that only seemed to grow larger and more omnious the more and harder they dug into it and it was frustrating the fuck out of him. To say he was fed up with everything to do with this case would be the understatement of the century.

By now Fane’s hair had begun to curl wildly, still mostly damp from the shower but as the blanket and magic settled over him he stirred slightly mostly dozing considering the sheer awkwardness of the position he’d crashed in. So it didn’t take much to wake him, and Faye’s hand affectionately stroking his errant strands of hair out of his face where they had fallen (he needed a bit of a haircut honestly) caused him to turn a little though his eyes remained shut even as he slowly woke to the sound of Faye’s voice. For a few more moments he stayed silent, trying to think about what he could say but eventually a breath of air left him as a shallow sigh. “S’fine” he finally said, “got what you needed” his eyes blinked open a little sunken and tired as he gazed at her a familiar pang of guilt rolled in his stomach as he thought back to earlier in the night. He resumed his quiet retreat for a few more moments before he shifted a little knowing it wouldn’t get better but also feeling bad for keeping what had happened to himself. “I-- um,” his eyes dropped a little as he pushed himself to sit up pulling at the neck of his tee “I had to do some-- stuff to distract her-- before I could cast the spell-- but-- nothing else happened… So if you’re angry with me… Please, tell me now…” Fane wasn’t sure how he’d handle her anger if she had any, but in the spirit of attempting to be honest he felt it was the only way forwards to tell her more or less what had happened. While they hadn’t gone the full distance it didn’t mean he felt tainted and as though he’d broken her trust in him even with the things he’d brought her in return.

Better to get this over and done with if she was angry with him.

He started to stir, and when he spoke, Faye turned towards him. Christ he looked tired. “Yeah… you did,” she offered in return, curling a hand gently over his knee. She hadn’t seen what he’d brought back, but she wasn’t going to refute anything. Not now. “Thank you doesn’t seem… right. But still… thank you, Fane.” The words were said softly, though they were weighted with so much more than simply being grateful. Which seemed wrong in so many ways. “But it’s…” Faye chewed her lip. “It’s not fine. It’s not fine at all. I never should’ve… I never should’ve let it happen.” He shifted, and she did too, pulling herself up to sit beside him on the sofa.

She stayed quiet while he tried to explain what had happened, and when he ended by asking her if she was angry with him, Faye felt her heart break. Of course he would think that…

“No,” she said quickly and firmly. “I’m not angry with you. Not at all. How could I be? When it was my… my obsession with this case that… that put you in that position in the first place? I’m angry at myself, Fane.” Her voice wavered, but she pulled it back under control. “I should’ve found another way. Because there’s always another way… except… I couldn’t find it this time… and you got hurt. You got hurt…” Faye shook her head, looking away. “And nothing in this world, not even this case… is worth that. Not to me. I know you probably don’t believe me, but... in the end? You’re all that matters.”

Faye grew quiet then, unable to look at him for fear of what she would see. It was cowardly perhaps, but she wasn’t feeling particularly brave at the moment. “I’m sorry, love… for all of it…” For tonight. For the last year’s worth of nights spent obsessing over this case. For letting it take over their lives, when it wasn’t even his responsibility to begin with. For being jealous. For being short-sighted. For being impulsive.

“But I’m not sorry for breaking that bitch’s nose.” For saying what she had to Faye, but mostly for looking at Fane like he was something she wanted to devour. Her voice was a bit less cowed now, and she reached over for his hand, threading their fingers. “Or for hating it when someone thinks they can have what’s mine…”

He sniffed a bit, scratching his nose as he finally came to properly and he felt the pressure of her hand settling over his knee stretching out with a jaw-cracking yawn that only served to leave him half hanging even further off the sofa. “S’fine,” he said once more, calmly and with that same tone he always used when he didn’t want to make a big deal out of something because in his mind it was he’d get over what he felt, he had done before so why would this time be any different to the others? It was no big deal in his mind, why would it matter all that much really?

Why wouldn’t Fane think she was angry with him? He’d not only undermined her when she’d said a categorical no because he knew this was their only chance to get this thing moving again, but he’d broken her trust. Even partially Fane felt guilty regardless. But when she went on to say that he got hurt Fane just blinked tiredly at her, moving to brush her thigh softly. “Really, it’s fine.... I am fine, and I’m here and you have what you need.” Frankly he was puzzled she wasn’t more-- mad at him if he was being honest, he’d been expecting her to start slinging accusations because he figured he must’ve hurt her and Faye’s hurt almost always manifested as anger. So her not being angry was-- well, Fane was left a bit perplexed about what he was supposed to do next.

She looked away, and Fane grimaced not wanting to let her feel bad for this. “Don’t be,” he insisted again moving his hand to touch her knee more firmly while the other shifted to touch her chin. “It’s done,” and it was, just as Fane would get over what he felt he was sure that Faye would too. Once they figured out their next steps with this case then whatever had been done would mean something, and wouldn’t just all be for naught. Still, some of the heaviness that sat in his chest lightened as she mentioned breaking the woman’s nose and he did chuckle “that was a mighty impressive punch” he grinned feeling better for at least changing the topic. Though he felt his heart speed a little at what she said, not missing the way she took his hand as she said it. “Yours hm?” this was good, this was familiar and Fane liked treading familiar ground. He raised her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles softly but there was a typical salacious glint that lit his eyes as he gazed up at her “is that you or the jealousy wanting to claim me?” Fane was curious for the answer, “because I’m not about to complain if it was a bit of both.” And after tonight, Fane wanted her to do exactly that, he felt tainted and if he was being honest having Faye purge him clean and claim him entirely as her own would perhaps help him come to terms with forgiving himself for doing what he had done. “Plus,” his voice was lower when he spoke again, his thumb lightly brushing her chin tilting her head to look at her more directly “you promised me earlier that you would agree to however long I wanted off, and that I could pick where I wanted to take you… M’gonna hold you to that.”

Faye knew that saying her piece was one thing. But repeating it over and over and over was another matter. Fane wasn’t stupid. Nor was he forgetful, especially when it came to certain things. So Faye’s apology, her thoughts and feelings on what had happened, her own guilt and remorse, and yes, her jealousy too, wouldn’t be something Fane would let fade away. He would remember, and that was the only reason Faye didn’t keep insisting that she was at fault. Not because she didn’t think it was true - she did - but because repeating herself was unnecessary.

He tipped her chin, and Faye looked up without resistance. It was done, she knew. And there was no changing it, no matter how much Faye wanted to. So the most that could be done was for them to be honest, and for Faye to make sure that what he had done wasn’t done for nothing. That it mattered. That it helped. As she was certain it would. Priori Incantatum didn’t lie. And while there were ways of wiping a wand clean - aside from snapping it in two, and even then a good wand examiner could still pull evidence from it - it was more complicated than most cared to attempt. Find the spell, find the owner, find who stole it. Connections would come together, and they would be off again down another path that would hopefully lead to the end of all this. Before anyone else got hurt.

Before either of them got hurt again.

But the evidence could wait until the morning.

Faye managed a smile. “Think I hurt my hand.” Her knuckles were slightly bruised, but nothing she was worried about. She was more focused on the press of his mouth against them, and the grin that played over his face. It changed his whole demeanor. Made him look years younger. Not that either of them was old by any means, but the world had a way of sucking the life from you… and Fane had had more than his share of turmoil in his life.

“Mine…” Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes softened as they moved over his face. “Both…” was her agreement as he tilted her face up. His thumb was a bright point of heat as it moved over her skin, and Faye turned into the caress. He mentioned her promise, and Faye nodded, feeling a flash of possessiveness wash over her. They would settle this for the time being - it would take awhile to secure the evidence from the wands - and he would spirit her away somewhere. Somewhere warm and sunny. Where it would be nothing but them and what they wanted for days on end. No jobs, no responsibilities, no case files and crime scenes and sleepless nights. Just them.

The thought made her cheeks flush, and combined with the way he was looking at her, Faye couldn’t resist the urge the climb into his lap. She pulled the blanket away and slid across him, a leg on either side of his thighs. She didn’t move against him just yet, only sat there, warm and solid as her fingers stroked along the lines of his neck and up to his jaw. Tracing his features lightly, she soothed the frown lines in his brow, followed the arch of his eyebrows with the tips of her middle fingers, and worked her way down to buss the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip.

Only when she had traced every line of his face did she tip it towards her, finger under her chin as he had done to her. She kissed him then, gently at first, but with a slowly growing desperation that was partnered by the slight press of her hips into his, and in the way her hands slid to grip the hair at the base of his neck.

She took a small breath, but didn’t pull away. “You’re mine… you’ve always been mine… and I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth…” Her mouth found his again, and there was no hiding the possessive need she felt for him in that moment. Already she ached for him to touch her… to reaffirm that she was the only one he loved, and that the feeling was entirely mutual.

Faye knew him well enough to know that things would be acknowledged in due course, Fane took things like this on a one by one basis. For now he was inclined to deal with her jealousy, to reaffirm to her and consequently himself that he was only hers. He would forever and always only be hers, regardless of what else happened every inch of his body, mind and soul would belong in their entirety to her and her alone. So Fane held her chin to keep her paying attention to him and so he could be sure that nothing would distract her from his words, from the promise they held. Still, some of the sombreness lifted from his expression as she mentioned her knuckles were sore, “do I need to kiss it better?” he teased raising her bruised knuckles once more to his lips before allowing her to take her hands back so that she could trace his features.

“Both, hm, well I feel like we should do something about that--” typically Fane was the one out of them to take the reins of a situation to demand and stipulate his will over what he wanted from Faye. But after the events of tonight he still felt a lingering tiredness so he opted to sit back as she climbed into his lap settling there as though they were designed and crafted to perfectly mould and continued to caress the skin of his face tenderly. His eyes were softer than they typically were in a situation like this, and he found himself relaxing into her touch. When her thumb ghosted his lower lip they parted taking the digit into his mouth and sucking on it in a slow seductive fashion, not needing to say but making it clear that he had no interest in being in control tonight. This was about Faye, her feelings, her jealousy and helping her come to terms with her complete and utter possession of him. He let her take ahold of his chin, just as he had with her earlier and obligingly let her seal their lips together melting into the warm familiarity that slid over him as his latent magic recognised her own so near.

He moaned softly into her mouth as her hips slowly ground into his own, combined with her declaration it was more than enough for him to start feeling riled. “Show me love,” he requested under his breath when they broke apart for air wetting his lips “make me” please his eyes glimmered in the darkness wide and almost pleading for her to seize everything her was offering and bend it and him entirely to her will. Because he wanted it, needed it “you’re the only one who can.”

“Do you?” Faye murmured. Usually, the roles were flipped, and she was the one giving up control. Fane was a dominating person, and Faye had no trouble or recourse with being the submissive one. Both roles varied in intensity - in how far they were willing to push each other, and in how much leeway they were willing to give - from day to day. Sometimes it was a mile, sometimes there was no wiggle room at all.

Though right now Faye wasn’t quite sure how it would end up, other than it was her that was taking charge of this. And he was just as she wanted him, pliant and willing beneath her. Asking her for what she was already intent on giving.

Their magic hummed together, and Faye’s skin tingled with the energy it created. With the force of how it pulled at her, beckoning her to come closer, to sink into him and never let go. All of which she had every intention of doing, among other things. His words sent heat flaring through her belly, and she kissed him again, harder this time, but still with a measure of control that she didn’t normally have. But it also wasn’t normal for her to feel jealousy rise up so fiercely inside her. Possessiveness, yes. Protectiveness, always. But jealousy?

It was rare. Perhaps it was partly because she’d felt so vulnerable with her scars on display. After having no choice but to reveal them. Perhaps it was the sheer amount of power and influence that she knew Kali held in her grasp, and how that influence could very well affect the both of them in the future if she so chose. And not just because of the case. Or perhaps it was just the fact - by itself - that others thought they had a right to him, to his body and his mind, when they already belonged to Faye. Just as hers did to him.

Her hips moved a bit more insistently against his own, against the arousal she could feel beneath her, and she pulled at his shirt, wanting it off so that she could feel his skin under her hands. But first… “Upstairs... now…” she breathed out against his mouth. The sofa just wouldn’t do, not at all. Not tonight.

Considering Faye’s job it made sense (at least it did to Fane) that she was happy enough to have control taken from her, to have choice taken and to be left to simply experience the pleasure that came with handing over control to someone you trusted like that. It wasn’t all too often he asked it of her, but there were instances where he sometimes felt inclined to ask. Often with situations like this neither of them went in knowing how it would come out or who would ultimately be on top (figuratively and literally) but for now Fane was malleable under Faye’s touch, her desire and control shaping him entirely to her will.

There always was a familiar resonance between them, just as it had been since they were young but Fane had noticed the almost symbiotic nature of their magic had only ever grown stronger with each day that passed when they spent time together. Even that one time their thoughts had melded when he’d rather forcibly smashed his way through her mental barriers to make her understand (more than a few years ago now) there had been a recognition there in their respective magic. Almost as if even being near one another was enough for their magic to go ‘oh, it’s you’. It was something he’d never experienced with anyone else, and if he was honest he didn’t want to experience it with another person. His magic was one of his most intimate and cherish values, something he had worked long and hard on crafting and Faye, only Faye would ever be able to tap into that.

His hands sank as she kissed him once more, a hungry open-mouthed invitation he seized, clutching at the supple flesh at the curve of her hips not caring for the heavily scarred skin that lay exposed by the shirt she’d opted to wear. By now Fane had seen her enough times that he accepted it, didn’t need to linger over it and draw attention to it instead he just took hold and pulled her down against him. Every movement was pulling at him, dragging him closer to giving in to the hint at breathtaking, mindless ecstasy that was growing with each roll of her hips. A single-minded intent in them both that had him melting entirely under her already, “use it” he murmured hoarsely his breathing already shallow as he spoke of her jealousy, her self-directed anger, the possessiveness and protectiveness she felt for him earlier. He wanted to feel it, wanted to get lost entirely in it “everything you felt earlier, use it.” Let me feel it. Because there was no better way to do that than by putting it to use, using it to fuel these particular moments when they did happen to occur.

Her demand caused his heart to speed up a little, “yes mi valkyrja” he urged her to rise with a small lift of his hips, and once she did he followed his trousers already more than a little tight due to his half-hard cock. He paused long enough to fish something from the inside of his discarded jacket from earlier tucking this into his pocket. He waited until she moved, because tonight she was in charge and that meant following her lead, her will at least for the time being. He trailed her up the stairs, though en route he did end up taking one of the pills from his pocket popping this onto his tongue and letting it dissolve feeling a rush of warm tingling magic slide through his body otherwise entirely obedient as they reached the bedroom. He stopped then looking to her, waiting for her next instruction.

The thin t-shirt and panties that Faye word did little to hide her own arousal. But she tamped it down, controlling it as she tugged at him, both literally and figuratively, and slowly began the process of building him up and taking him apart. Every breath he took, every tiny flutter of muscle and tightening of his hands, told her he wanted this as much as she did. That he needed it. Just as she did.

Doing her best to put his obvious state of arousal out of her mind for now - not forgetting, but not letting it make her lose control just yet - Faye headed upstairs as he willing followed. She didn’t see the little pill he swallowed, so was none the wiser as she instructed him to lie down on his belly across the bed after taking off his trousers.

When he had done as she asked, Faye pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside, leaving her panties on as she crawled onto the bed with him. She knelt beside him and stroked her hand down the long line of hs back and over the curve of his backside. She slid a hand between his thighs to caress his balls and then stroked back up, one finger dragging feather light over the slight dip between his cheeks. At the same time, she pressed her mouth to his shoulders, kissing a line over the sensitive skin.

“I’m not going to bind you while I do this… I think you have enough control to keep your hands where I put them. If you don’t, if you reach back, I’ll stop and make you wait.” Her hand stroked over him again, and Faye struggled to control her breathing at the thought of what was to come. “Can you do that for me? Can you let me fuck you, let me take what’s mine? And not touch?”

He waited, patiently until she was done with her instructions before he set about fulfilling them. His eyes locked onto her own as he slowly pulled his tee over his head discarding it somewhere in the room anticipation and excitement plain to see there in his eyes. Fane’s thumbs hooked into the waistband of his trousers and for a moment he paused the angle of his hands framing his hips before he eased them and his boxers down in one. There was nothing quite like seeing her eyes darken with her own arousal when she was looking at him. So he took a moment before he moved over the bed taking his time to crawl on before rather indolently laying himself down his cock trapped between the mattress. Once he was settled he stretched out lithely the pleasant hum and warmth of magic and arousal continuing to hum through him.

Considering his back was to her Fane felt more than saw when Faye joined him on the bed, feeling the mattress dip as she too got comfortable. His eyes were hidden where they pressed into the back of his forearm leaving himself entirely open to her mercy that is if she was willing to show any tonight. A short sharp inhale came the moment her fingers came into contact with his skin, warmth trailing a firey path down his spine tracking wherever she went and it took his focus to stop himself from arching up into her hands. Like this the brand marring the back of his shoulder blade was visible, the welts branded to form the skull and snake that theoretically marked all the fanatics who supported Voldemort. Unfortunately, Fane bore the mark due to his sheer resilience against the concept even now the latent magic that caused it left the area tender so the soft combined attention of her lips there and hand between his legs had him fighting back a keen especially as she took her time to tease him barely enough to satisfy anything. “Goddamnit Faye,” he gritted out trying to keep his voice level but struggling as she continued to lay out the rules.

No bindings. Fane gave a small nod, “yes-- yes I won’t disappoint you. I promise” he let out a slow breath shifting his hips a little as she dragged her finger over him again his body entirely sensitised to her touch. “Gods I promise mi valkyrja. Take everything you want. It’s yours. All yours.”

“That’s good, love… I know you won’t. And when you take me away… someplace warm and sunny… I’ll let you return the favor, hm?” Her hand dipped down again, pressing deeper between his warm flesh as she teased him. Her mouth lingered over the scar on his shoulder, taking the time to give it as much attention as the rest of his skin. He was burning hot to the touch, and as the cool air of the room blew over her, the contrast hardened her nipples to even more sensitive peaks. It was torture, not having him touch her yet, but drawing it out… watching him come undone beneath her would be worth it.

She whispered her own endearments to him, her hand dipping between her own legs to rub lightly over the soaked fabric of her panties. But she didn’t linger. Instead she got up and went to the closet, finding what she needed and coming back to the bed. He hadn’t moved, to which she smiled. “I’m gonna go slow… since it’s been awhile for us.” Kneeling between his knees, Faye took the time to just admire him in the dim, warm light. Long legs, lean and with just the right amount of muscle tone. Her hands stroked up the back of his thighs, dipping down as they had before to tease him. Only this time, she lingered, a simple charm slicking her fingers and she found the sensitive flesh and rubbed lightly. She leaned up on her knees, and kissed the slope of his back, nipping lightly with her teeth here and there.

“Gods, you’re so tight for me…” she said into his skin as she pushed a little further. The strap on she’d slipped into already was charmed like a real cock. Including what Faye could feel. Right now it was half hard against his thigh, and Faye rolled her hips, seeking friction and also seeking to make him squirm. The cock twitched, leaving a sticky trail of precum glistening on his skin. When it was ready, she eased into place, cursing under her breath as his slick flesh pressed against hers. She took herself in hand as she moved slowly, feeling him start to relax against her as she rocked her hips, and not wanting to rush this, no matter how tempting it was to bury herself inside him. “Fuck… that’s it, love… gods you feel like...ah fuck… like heaven…”

He was already letting himself get lost in the thoughts of their trip, of taking her away somewhere they could forget about the darkness that plagued their lives on a daily basis. “Yeah---” he uttered a tad breathlessly trying to take deeper lungfuls of air between what she was doing and trying to think on what he wanted to treat her to. There was so much, too much “take you somewhere hot, strip you down outta those clothes and gods we’ll have so much fun doll,” his words dripped with sincere promise “find a spot on a beach and I’ll fuck you while people watch how good you ride my cock, watch me fill you up with cum like the little cockwhore you are yeah?” Years of travelling to all sorts of exotic locations had led to an exclusive array of experiences he could draw from and he already had several plans about what and where he wanted to take her.

But for now none of that mattered, the slickness of her fingers as she spread him wide and worked him open making him groan, loud and unabashedly guttural. A part of him wished she’d let him be on his back, so that he might look up at her, admire the sight of her hair hanging in loose waves over her shoulders, the curve of her breasts and tight budding peaks of her nipples that he simply had to envision in his mind’s eye. The thought of getting a taste of her was almost enough to make him drool, but he was distracted as she began to push against him more firmly before all of a sudden the pressure was gone and a slightly needy whimper left his lips at the deprivation of her attention. He turned his head, watching as she took her time to get the things and his shoulders rolled but he knew better than to move especially if he wanted to get what he wanted tonight. A few moments later she was returning and Fane eyed the strap-on with a hungry glint in his eyes tempted to misbehave if only to be forced to make it up to her. She knew well enough his rather well-acclaimed skill when it came to working and pleasuring her with his mouth, and if he was honest on the few occasions the opportunity presented itself he was a damn cock-whore himself. But this was Faye’s show, he’d relented his control for the time being feeling the familiar weight of the toy resting against his thigh. His back arched slightly under the grazing nip of her teeth and the more Faye pushed her fingers against him, working him and stretching him open; the more Fane pushed back against her.

“Only for you,” he answered another groan slipping from his lips as his fingers dug into the mattress, his own cock heavy and trapped the combined weight and friction of her behind him making him tremble a little and his causing his breath to catch in his throat. As she moved to readjust then his body thrummed with anticipation, lifting his hips to slick against the blunt tip she was teasing him with enough to show his encouragement. She’d said that she wanted to go slow, and while the burning stretch made him grit his teeth wincing a little at the sharp flare of pain and pleasure that surged through him, face pressed into the mattress and fingers wind the sheets taut he turned his face aside. “Give it to me love, please” he rasped shallowly “give it to me, I can take it… Don’t hold back.” He could, would because he didn’t want slow needed to feel himself ache with sated and utterly debauched pleasure.

There were some parts of being what they were that Faye loved more than others. Magic could do almost anything, and when it came to pleasures of the flesh, to drugs, or alcohol, or any number of things that people took pleasure and found a way to lose themselves in, there was no contest. Faye had no drugs in her system like Fane did (though she didn’t know it), but still… every brush of skin, every sensation over and around the hardened flesh strapped between her legs felt as real as it if were her flesh, her blood, that was working it’s way inside of him.

“Patience, love…” she breathed against his back. The words came out slowly, slightly stuttered as Faye fought against the urge to just bury herself to the hilt. She wanted to take her time, at least for these first few moments. Tease him until he was trembling beneath her more than he already was.

Because Faye knew what he wanted. This wasn’t the first time they’d done this. It didn’t happen all that often, but enough that Faye knew every sound he made, every arch of his back, every flex of muscle and tightening of his hands in the sheets. And when he turned to look at her, she glanced up from where she was panting against his shoulder. Faye’s eyes were blown dark with arousal… by the sensation of slick, willing heat as she fucked into him long and slow.

“Is that what you want?” She bit a purple bruise into the corded muscle beneath his shoulder. Another to match on the opposite side. Pushing up, she let the cock slide out, and it sprang up hard and swollen and leaking against her belly. Her fingers stroked him again, teasing but not pressing into him yet. “Turn over…” she commanded. “On your back.” Her hand stroked the straining phallus slowly, every swirl of her thumb around the head she felt on her clit.

When Fane ad done as she asked, Faye took a moment to admire the swollen length of his own cock. She bent down, flicking her tongue over the head before moving up to kiss him once, long and slow. While she did, she worked the strap on down between them, finding the right spot and pressing gently once, twice… before she buried herself to the hips inside him. At the same time, she pulled his bottom lip through her teeth, releasing it with a pop as she started to move. Out slowly, and back in as forcefully as she could. “Is that what you want, love?” A grunt left her as she fucked into him again. “Is that what you like? Tell me… tell me what you want… and it’s yours…”

“Struggling there?” he laughed though the sound was rather muffled where his face was pillowed against the mattress the way her words and voice stuttered not being lost on him. It only served to make him feel warmer, to know that even without touching her or really doing anything beyond letting her have her way with his body could do that to him. “Maybe-- maybe you’re just not cut out for this ‘eh?” Fane’s words held a certain amount of challenge to them, he wanted to provoke her, and pride was a thing they both struggled with. She knew his body just as well as he did her own, knew how to read what he wanted and needed with barely a look or a touch and while this felt good, he needed more.

He bit the inside of his cheek as she sank her teeth into the tense muscles of his back, marking, claiming him as her own; one side followed up by the other the sensation making him groan and rut his hips back seeking more of the friction he so desperately wanted. Unfortunately, instead of getting what he wanted he was met with quite the opposite, she slid out leaving him feeling entirely too empty and bereft and he grunted rather unhappily. But before he could grumble too much she was ordering him to move again, and rather obediently if a little more stubbornly he shifted rolling over rumpling the sheets under his back as he settled in the new position his eyes drifting to gaze up at her where she knelt above him. She looked ravishing, like his own personal goddess and the thought of worshipping her made his mouth water hungrily. The thought of being entirely at her mercy sent a hot rush through his veins, and by now his cock by now bobbed heavy the swollen tip already glistening wetly a deep throb radiating a constant ache and drumming up a desperate need in him. Aching to be touched, to let her do whatever she damn well wanted if it meant just getting a fraction of what he was already practically gagging for.

The brief touch of her tongue flicking over his prick sent a little tremor through his body, his stomach clenching and breath huffing out in a short puff his cock twitching in anticipation. “Fucking tea-- mmph” his words were muffled by the press of her mouth, the brief salty taste of his own precome on her tongue as she invaded his mouth and overrode every good sense in his body distracting him until she had lined up and penetrated him in a single forceful plunge while biting down on his lip, the sweet burn caused his mouth to drop open against her own a deep cry emanating from the pit of his stomach to work up his throat. He barely had any time to think of answering before she was moving, needed something to ground him and ultimately ended up gripping her ass his nails digging in unable to think of her earlier threat of suffering for touching her. He couldn’t help any of it, the pain making him wince at the tight stretch but gods it felt so damn good and he pushed back as best he could wanting it all. He nodded mutely struggling to remember to breathe when every thrust made him feel as though his brain was short-wiring leaving him writhing and gasping so his assent to liking this came in the form of another low groan and the squeeze of his muscles around the unrelenting force. “Ah fuck--” he gasped as her next thrust hit a sweet spot that made him tremble, eyes threatening to roll back in his head ultimately causing his nails to rake red strips over her ass before digging in and dragging her closer. He felt hot, sweat already starting to slick his skin while his hips rocked back to meet her “ faster--” his own cock slapped wetly against his belly leaving glistening sticky smears behind as he urged her on “harder.”

Normally, Faye would have punished him for his transgression. Quickly and harshly for the deliberate and all too quick breaking of her one rule: don’t touch. Her punishments were - admittedly - not as long-lasting as Fane’s could be when the tables were turned. His will power was much stronger than hers when it came his turn to lead. Though Faye was a much more obedient submissive, usually. Her selfish desire to be satisfied winning out more often than not. Though there was no shortage of misbehavior on her part either. It all depending on a variety of factors.

Tonight, the factors were all too clear. Faye didn’t like others thinking they could touch what belonged to her. At least not without her permission, and Fane’s as well. That was an avenue they had yet to explore, and in the future it could be entertaining and pleasurable for them both. But the women from the syndicate… it made Faye’s skin crawl, and a protectiveness - and yes, a green-eyed monster - rose up inside her that she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Not since they were kids.

That need to lay claim to him, to put her mark on his skin and make him cry out her name as he came undone beneath her, was at the forefront of Faye’s mind. So when he grabbed hold of her, hard enough to bruise her soft flesh, and begged her for more, the sight and sound of him was more than she had the will to overcome. Punishment was forgotten, and a hand raked through his hair, gripping it tightly as she did as he asked. The other hand braced against the bed, giving herself leverage as she rolled her hips back and then pushed forwards again. The movement was sharp and precise, the grip of his body around the charmed cock she wore felt like fucking heaven. The sight of his own, hard and heavy and eager for whatever she wanted to give or needed to take, made her cunt throb. Gods she wanted him.

Her hand loosened from his hair as she thrust faster, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room around a miasma of arousal and sweat and the alway slightly lingering scent of opium. It found his cock, sliding down to squeeze his balls before wrapping tightly around the base. “Not yet…” she panted. “Not yet…” Needing both hands for leverage, she let go of him, leaving a ring of magic tight around the base of him. Around the heavy weight of his balls. She found his mouth again with hers, and kissed him again, desperately this time as she fucked him towards release, while at the same time trying to hold it off for as long as possible.

The tight grasp of her hand in his hair caused him to groan, the sharp pain of the tug in his scalp yanking his head back and baring his throat so it was entirely at her mercy if that was what she wanted. She could mark him however she wanted and he’d wear the marks proudly because he was hers and he’d damn well show whoever wanted to know with zero fucks given. The sharp roll of her hips as she started to put her weight behind each thrust while picking up the pace fucking him hard, forcing his tender body to stretch and yield with only the charm earlier to ease the way for the thick length and girth of the charmed cock. It made him cry out, a choked sob echoing over the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. But he made no effort to push her away, instead it only served to stir that molten heat inside of him, making him tremble and shudder as he gripped her tight his fingers pressing divots into her skin with such a force there was no doubt she would be marked on the morrow. Encouraging, a silent show that he could take this, that he wanted to feel this and for it to last.

Somehow, Faye leveraged herself to start moving faster, deeper and he swore he felt each slide deep in his belly his eyes rolling shut as he struggled to keep them open from each spark of his brain and the sheer force of the assault on his body. It hurt, but it felt so good, too good, like everything he’d ever needed rolled into one and by now his cock was leaking over his belly as he tried to tamp down on the building heat in his body. The grip of her hand didn’t help matters and he keened as she squeezed his balls, stomach and muscles tightening as he tried his best to do as she said. Notyetnotyetnotyet. The words were a mantra in his head, another driven penetration hitting that sweet spot that made him clench down on the cock and he struggled to kiss her back, a shuddering gasp panted against her mouth as he surged up seeking her mouth in a frantic and needy fashion. Needing something, anything to try and distract him. To hold off. “Don’t stop-- Gods don’t stop, I need-- I need it sososososo much” he pleaded breathlessly wincing between the slide of their bodies though the occasional whimper from the pain of being fucked raw was mostly lost in the press of their lips not that it stopped him from pushing his legs wider. One hand slid up her spine nails leaving harsh red trails over her skin clutching for some sort of anchor to latch onto before he got swept away entirely.

She knew there was pain mixed with the pleasure she was giving him. There had to be, even though he had been ready and willing to accept her entrance into his body. Even though he fought against his own release, begging her for more as he drug lines in her skin, as raw and stark as the need that rolled off him in waves. And if Faye were honest, she needed it too. Fucking him like this was… it was mindblowing… but it still wasn’t the same as feeling him inside her. Feeling the stretch of her body as it remembered him every time. Though fucking hell this was a close second…

He shuddered, gasping and keening against her mouth, losing all ability to actually kiss her or verbalize with any sort of clarity. He clawed at her, and she felt the sting as her skin split beneath his nails. Her back arched into him, wanting more, wanting to feel that life-affirming pain that came with this utter and complete possession of one another. She was almost gone herself, her movements harsh and frantic but still slamming deep inside him every single time. Her knees scrambled for more purchase, her hips angling to hit even deeper, to drag the head of her cock out and back again at just the right angle. Her clit throbbed, and her thighs were slick from the soaked fabric of her panties.

She was so close… she could feel it building inside her… feel the cock swelling even larger as it got ready to fill him up. But she couldn’t… not before he did. Not before she watched him come undone. Her hand swept up, stroking the long line of his neck before closing her hand around it just so. “You’re gonna come when I let the magic loose…” she panted, her words shaking a bit as she kept up her pace. “And then so am I… and then… I’m gonna lick you clean… every last inch of skin… fucking hellAH….” Faye lost the ability to speak as he clenched tighter than ever around her, knowing she wasn’t going to last long now. Her hand tightened around his throat just so, just like he liked it, and she released the magical binding on his cock before fucking him as hard as she ever had. Frantically, desperately… wanting to feel his come across her chest, across her belly, and later inside her… and wanting to feel hers inside him. “ Comeon...comeon… fucklove comeon…”

It wasn’t uncommon for either one of them to come away with blood under their nails, having scraped and scratched each other raw and this was just further proof of that. Proof of his need imprinted into her spine from the clutch of his fingers. She changed her pace then, the rhythm and angle sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body and each time she left him empty it wrenched another pitiful needy noise from his throat, pleading for her to grace him again even with the burn each short sharp thrust she took to bury the cock deep into him the precision and force striking his prostate hard and causing his vision to start to blur at the edges.

His throat worked against her hand as she stroked and gripped it, apple’s adam bobbing under the wrap of her fingers as he struggled to suck air in to fill his lungs. He could feel himself hanging on by a thread, he never did manage to last all that long when he was being so brutally fucked and he was so close, sosososososo close and practically beside himself with need and want. The magic pulsed causing him to whimper as he used it to try and fight back every urge to give in, he’d broken one of her rules, he didn’t want to break this one, wanted to do as she said and hold off not that it stopped his painfully neglected straining and swollen cock from smearing trails of precum across his abdomen. His balls were drawn up tight, heavy and Fane was sure he could feel the heavy thud of his heart pulsing in time with the throbbing ache of his prick. But he hadn’t yet been given permission, and so he scrunched up his eyes focussing on waiting and occasionally sucking little gasps of air into his lungs until he was shown mercy.

And finally, finally she was instructing him and nodding mutely was all he could accomplish between the continued rhythm she had never let up that had him practically wound as tight as a spring. In a moment the dam broke, the pressure helping him to fight off what he so desperately wanted combined with her grip choking the air from his lungs and finally the punishing and utterly demanding fuck caused him to fall apart completely and utterly in barely a moment. He could barely even try to take a breath before the force of his orgasm caused his back to arch and hips to buck sporadically a choked cry leaving him as his cock pulsed spattering thick white ropes of come over his chest and stomach a couple hitting her skin above him leaving him shaking, feeling rather faint and breathing shallowly clutching her tight and continuing to try and rock as his body jerked under her. “C’mon baby,” he managed to whisper pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth “c’mon, c’mon fill me up. I ah--- fucking hell” he grated out clutching her again as his body trembled and tensed “I wanna feel you.”

The thick, warm spurts of cum splattered his chest as he climaxed with a cry. Faye felt it across her chest, and sucked in a breath as his body tightened around and under her. He had been so tense, she could feel it in every muscle, ever joint, every clench of him around her as she fucked him. But he’d done as she asked, holding back until she gave him permission.

She held her hand to his throat until it was done, and then released him as he rose up to kiss her. Her chest was nearly pressed to his, her breasts slick and shiny with the proof of his pleasure reaching it’s inevitable precipice. Then he was clutching at her again as she still moved inside him. She had never stopped, fucking deep into him and milking everything he had into a sticky sheen that slicked across them both. He was slick as oil, and Faye’s legs trembled, her sopping cunt and swollen clit throbbing as she started to lose all control. Nails tightened against his chest, digging in as she raced to join him. Her breath was ragged and her mouth hung open, slick and pliant against his own. And when she felt her body tighten, and the molten heat shot from the base of her spine through her cunt, down the swollen slick length of the cock inside him, it was Faye’s turn to cry out. She cried out, and buried herself as far as she could inside him, body jerking as she filled him up with thick, hot cum that started to seep between their joined bodies and onto the sheets.

“Fuck… fucking.. Christ…” she swallowed, drawing ragged breath after ragged breath as she emptied inside him. “God you feel so good, love… you were so good… so fucking good…” Faye collapsed on top of him, the cock still inside, and panted against his neck. “Fucking hell I could fuck you for days…”

It was a battle to breathe, each hot, sticky slide of their bodies moving so harmoniously that even after he’d shot his load he was hungry for more. His body still responding, practically singing under her fierce attentions and clenching tight around the cock that he was loathe to let go, just as he was loathe to let go of her; his fingers digging hard enough to bruise as he pulled her against him trying as hard as he could to keep up, to match, to please her just as she’d pleased him. Finally, her movements started to grow more and more erratic and he whispered encouragement between little kisses and noises for her to let go.

And finally, after what felt like a blissful age of letting himself be driven, debauched and used he felt the last few forceful rocks before she came; emptying in an almost painful looking convulsion that made Fane tremble and shiver as he rode through it. His hands clutched her as she collapsed forwards onto his chest, shifting slightly to get comfortable with the cock still buried deep in his sore and sweetly stretched hole able to feel the heat and wetness that came with being filled up so thoroughly slowly oozing out as the cock softened inside him. Not wanting to lose a drop he tensed, laying there feeling weak and utterly sated. As the world slowly came back he stroked her back moving to tangle a hand in her hair and pull her head up so that he could kiss her slow and careful.

“I’d let you,” he murmured honestly “it’s been so long since I’ve been fucked like that baby-- you’re so good at it,” Fane’s praise was said between little stolen kisses and as the cock eased out of him he mewled a little feeling bereft after being so full. But unlike the charmed cock his own stuck wetly to his belly still hard and wanting the drugs he’d taken earlier doing their trick it seemed and he nudged her over a wave of his hand charming the strap-on away his thighs feeling slick as cum slowly leaked down them. His body settled over her own, face burying itself in her cleavage, kissing, licking and biting at the plump flesh “m’gonna eat you out now baby, then I’m gonna fuck that sweet cunt of yours over ‘n’ over, ‘n’ once I’m done I’m gonna skullfuck that pretty mouth of yours” he sucked a dark mark into her skin “and then, if you can take it then I’m going to split you open, hm? Pump you so full you won’t know what to do you’ll be leaking so hard.”

White noise rang in Faye’s ears as the tremors of her climax rolled through her body. She knew she’d drawn blood somewhere on Fane’s skin. She could smell it. Mixed with the scent of sex and sweat. As he lifted her head up, Faye tried to open her eyes, but couldn’t manage it before Fane was kissing her. Now that they both weren’t frantic in their need for one another, a small moment was taken to reassure. To allow tender touches and soft caresses before they pressed onto into the night. Into laying claim to one another again.

Her mouth was lax against his own, pliant and yielding, and as the cock slid free, Faye shuddered. Instantly, she missed the warmth of his body around her. But as bereft as she felt, Faye knew it wasn’t the end. Not when his own cock was still hard and straining, pressed as it was between them. She wondered idly if there was magic involved there too, as he usually required a bit of catchup time between bouts of debauchery. But as he flipped her over, burying his face in her breasts and promising to do utterly obscene things to her in every way possible.

“I can take whatever you got, baby,” Faye promised, running her hands through his hair and gripping it tightly as he sucked the mark onto her skin. “I want all of it… please... “

His hands roved her body smoothing and brushing her curves as his mouth worked against her skin finishing up only once a glistening wet mark was left imprinted on the side of her soft breasts; which he continued to tend with careful and absolute diligence. He could lay here forever just admiring her, the toned curve of her body and how she looked when lost entirely to the throes of her passion. What had he ever done to deserve her? To deserve such a goddess to grace him let alone grace his bed. His hand stroked beneath the curve of her breast, thumb catching a few of the spots of his own release that decorated her body and smearing it over of the straining nipples that had thus far been left untended before his index finger closed down and twisted pinching them into even firmer peaks always enjoying how her body writhed when he inflicted just the right amount of pain.

She could’ve dragged him up if she wanted to, kissed him breathless but despite her grip she did no such thing just clutching him close and he smiled at the thought of what she’d do once he was busy feasting. She clung to him eagerly, always so beautifully responsive; moaning and sighing with each deft motion or touch he made. His touch in this moment almost reverent just as his gaze was as much appreciative as it was lustful, because she deserved to bask in the glory of his divine worship. Fane rarely thought her more beautiful than in intimate moments such as these shared between them where they could both be their truest selves. Away from the expectation and personas they both put on to survive their day’s work. He didn’t have to say, she could feel the silent praise practically radiate off of him.

His hand snaked down, first stroking the apex of her inner thighs which by now were already wet and glistening with her arousal where it spilled from beneath the simple panties she wore. Then his fingers skimmed higher, pressing just so against her panties as his thumb caught the sensitive nub of her clit through the fabric a soft hum of contentment leaving him as he let his palm flatten over her gripping her pelvis tight and grinding his palm over her clit “who knew letting you fuck me turned you on so much?” He grinned against her stomach delighting in the honeyed taste of her skin sure that he’d never tire of any aspect of this as he slipped lower to his knees. After all, how could you truly worship that which you loved without kneeling? Hooking his fingers into he sodden underwear he eased them down, a deliberate slowness as he peeled them off leaving her entirely exposed. He nipped at the arch of her hip playfully the skin rougher here than it was above not that he minded her scars at all now or then it changed nothing about how he saw her “gorgeous, you’re so divine hm? My own personal asynja to worship,” and god he’d worship her, he nosed the soft curls between her legs affectionately as if scenting her, claiming her as his own but a slight tug of encouragement proved just where she really wanted him to be.

Faye pressed into his hand as a bright spot of pain flared up when he twisted her sensitive nipple. Gods but she loved having her breasts touched. Licked, sucked, bitten, pinched, clamped… even given the occasional sharp slap across their sensitive peaks. She could probably come just from the stimulation alone. Already, even as she recovered from what they had just done, she knew he would bring her back to a writhing, gasping mess soon enough.

And Faye would let him. She would let him do anything he wanted. Because here there were no reservations. No walls. No facades to keep up. No pretending to be something they weren’t to each other. Here they were inseparable. Here they were as they truly wanted to be. Completely open and free of anything that hindered them other than their own limitations, of which there were few.

He made his way down her body, and as self-conscious as she had been the night before, with her scars so blatantly on display, now she wanted him to see them. Because Faye knew they weren’t a hindrance to him. They were part of her. And he wouldn’t refrain from touching them. And when he did, she shivered. The skin was so sensitive, and Fane knew exactly where to draw his fingers or press his mouth to get a certain reaction.

Faye could feel his eyes on her, and opened her own to watch as he dipped lower. His hand stroked the slickness along her thighs, and she opened for him, eyes blown dark as she watched him. Her mouth slipped open, and a low moan rolled up from her throat as he teased her clit. So swollen and sensitive, a slick bundle of nerves tucked between warm flesh; it ached to be touched. “Gods why wouldn’t it…” she murmured, a bit breathless as he finally pulled her panties down over her hips. The cool air hit her skin, and Faye arched towards him, begging him to worship as he said he would. “Let’s go away and stay in bed for a month… get room service… and just… stay naked and drunk and properly fucked…”

He was glad to hear that she was finally coming around to his idea of going away, of escaping this dreadful place and finding somewhere warm to bask and simply enjoy themselves and their lives if only for a while. He needed it, and so did she nothing she could say would convince him otherwise and if he was given the chance he planned to prove that to her over and over until she couldn’t help but drag him away. Even if she was agreeing to this in the middle of what not only had been an attempt to reassure her than what had happened earlier meant nothing at all, he was entirely willing to hold her to it. So as her hips lifted, silently pleading for him to give her what she wanted he considered. “A whole month?” he mused against her skin shifting to pin her hips down deliberately pressing the advantage his head tilted up chin resting on her pelvis as he gazed up at her from his perch. “Promise? And I’m allowed to book whatever I want without a single complaint at all?”

Fane knew it was unfair, holding her almost essentially to ransom over this. Not that she wouldn’t still get what she wanted if she didn’t agree but since she’d brought it up-- well, it just seemed like a shame to waste it. So Fane seized the opportunity “say it and it’s yours” he ducked his head flicking the tip of his tongue against her careful to not give too much a devious smile playing at his lips. “I’ll book it straight away,” because he really was desperate to get away that he was more than willing to do that for the both of them not that it took all that much convincing because a few more deliberately timed and placed attentions of his mouth had her agreeing to anything he wanted and in return he gave her everything he had promised earlier.

#scene #hp au #usfw

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