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All Things Must Pass (snippet)

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Summary:

It starts with the death of one person and ends with the birth of another. When James dies unexpectedly, Lily is forced to live with the regret of not having told him that she loves him. She’s loved him for years, even when he thought she hated him, even when they unexpectedly became friends, then best friends, then friends with benefits. But the past doesn’t always stay in the past, so when she goes back to the flat they shared and sees James looking at her with the same eyes she had seen closed in the casket at his funeral just the day before, her world is turned upside down. This is just the beginning of an unexpected series of events. It’s a story about the process of grieving, healing, forgiving and ultimately letting go, but it’s also about second chances, new beginnings and hope.

“No, you're not going anywhere,” Sirius blocked her path. She'd rarely seen him this furious. It scared her.

“Let me go, Sirius.”

“Not until you answer me. How did you know?”

She avoided his eyes, focusing on pulling on a loose thread in her jumper.

“Know what?”

“Don't play dumb! How did you know about that letter? I never sent it to James. I never sent it to you.”

Lily looked at James. He shook his head, begging her not to say anything.

Logically, she shouldn't.

But she was so tired of lying to everyone, to Sirius more than anyone else.

“He told me.”

A furrow appeared between his brows.

“Who?”

It was now or never. He'd take her for a lunatic, but she didn't care. Anything was better than lying to him and keeping him away.

“James.”

“I told you, James never saw the letter. I wrote it after he died.”

“I know. He saw you write it after the funeral. He saw you burn it.”

Sirius recoiled at that, and his eyes widened in horror.

“Did you put fucking hidden cameras in my home, Lily? What the fuck?”

He looked so betrayed. What if he didn't believe her? What if he'd hate her for breaking his trust?

“You know maybe this was a bad idea,” she said. Whether it was to Sirius or James, she didn't know.

“No, you have to tell me how you know that. Are you a fucking rat like Peter?”

That was too much.

“I can see him! I see James and I can hear him, too. He's here, and he's been here this whole time and I know for a fact you'll think I'm crazy or, even worse, than I'm lying but he's fucking here and I don't know how to explain it,” she exploded. At some point while she was talking she had started crying, and now she couldn’t stop.

Sirius’ whole demeanour shifted instantly. He put one hand forward, reaching for her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her but she backed away.

“Lily, listen, I miss him too and sometimes I feel like he's still here but—”

“You don't get it, do you? It's not… This is not grief, or perhaps it is, I don't know! All I know is that since I came back to the flat after the funeral he's been there. He's not… I know he's dead. But I think… I don't know what to call it, but it's him, or what's left of him. His ghost, his soul, whatever you want to call it. I can talk to him and look him in the eyes, Sirius. And he's here. I think he can only appear in places he's been before, like our flat or yours, but not Petunia's house.”

Sirius was looking at her strangely. She knew he wanted to believe her, she could read him very well, but the rational part of him was scared.

Scared of her.

Or for her, perhaps.

“Lily, sit here for a moment, okay? I'm sure all this stress isn't good for you.”

Lily fixed him with a glare. “You're the one who started yelling at me,” she protested, but sat on the sofa anyway and James, who had been quiet the whole time sat on its edge next to her. He wanted to say something, she could tell he needed Sirius to listen to him.

“I know, I'm sorry… I just don't understand how—”

She huffed. “I told you how. And I know you find it hard to believe me right now, but that's the only explanation I have.”

Sirius sat on the armchair in front of her, head in his hands. “I don't know what to think.”

“Have I ever given you reason to think I'm crazy?”

James snorted, but she resisted the urge to look at him.

“I mean, yeah,” Sirius smiled a little, but it didn't reach his eyes, “but not in the literal sense. And you seem pretty sane to me right now. You know, aside from this ghost thing.”

“Okay.”

“But I'm not going to lie to you, Lily, this is scaring me. I don't know what to do. Should I call a therapist? Or your dad? I don't know how to help you.”

He looked helpless.

“You could. But I've done both and my therapist says it's normal, while my dad said that this never happened to him after mum died, so…”

“You told your therapist you can still see James?”

“Well, I might have omitted a thing or two…”

“Like what?”

“Like the fact that James told me about the letter. That James comes here on his own to visit you sometimes.”

Sirius was the one to look away now.

“I can't do this right now.”

He got up all of a sudden, heading for the door.

“He misses you.”

Sirius stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at her, his stormy eyes full of unshed tears and an unreadable expression on his face.

“And I'm supposed to believe he told you that,” he said. It didn't sound like a question.

She nodded.

“Wait, didn't you say he was here? Like actually here in this room? Why can't I see him?”

“I don't know, I think that—”

“Why can you see him? Fuck, even if it's just an hallucination, why do you get to have those and I don't? I'm his brother, for fuck's sake! And you're…” he stopped speaking abruptly.

Lily tilted her head to the side.

“I'm what? Just his friend, right? Who also happens to be carrying his child, but that means nothing, right?”

She knew she sounded childish, but she couldn't help it.

“He doesn't mean that,” spoke James, who had stood up and was now walking towards Sirius.

“You know that's not what I meant.”

“Then what do you mean?” she got up from the couch and crossed her arms, staring down at Sirius with a murderous expression.

He looked at her for a long moment.

“I don't know,” he shrugged, defeated.

There was no fight left in Sirius, and it was pointless to keep trying to make him understand.

She grabbed her coat and purse and this time, when she reached the front door, Sirius moved out of her way.

“Well, let me know when you figure it out.”

#mind you this is my first draft so it's gonna change and it isn't beta'd of course #this is the longest snippet I've ever posted I think #over 1k #also I haven't written in a while and I'm supposed to work on other things but this story called to me #jily #jple #jily fic #I know it doesn't seem like a jily fic right now (because both snippets are essentially just conversations with sirius) but I promise it is #this is sort of angsty sorry about that #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #jfleamont rambles #snippet #all things must pass #ATMP

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fxck-bxddy · 1 year

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im going nisane. have rushed dallas winston smut

[quiet, con/noncon-dubcon, intoxication, face-fucking, public, overstim, knife play]

You got out of your car, stepping into the darkness of the drive-in. You headed towards the concessions, thumbs hooked in your khaki pockets.

You let out a muffled gasp as someone pulled you away, hand over your mouth. They pulled you to the side of the building before removing their hand.

"What–?" you questioned, hands gripping the strong arm that was still wrapped around your chest, the strong arm that kept you pressed against them.

You let out a squeak when they leaned over, inhaling at your neck. "Get off me, greaser–" you recognized the hair. It was the hair of the one and only Dallas Winston, one of the east side greases. He went to your school and was in your grade, but you hardly saw him anywhere except the bathroom, usually smoking a cigarette.

Dally tightened his grip, wrapping his other arm around the front of your waist and pressing you closer. "Dallas." You tried to sound firm, but it came out more of a beg as he bit down on your neck. "Hmm.." Dallas licked up your neck to your cheek, letting out a little chuckle. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Get off.." you repeated, though you only whispered it.

Dallas laughed again, this time softer. "Hey, Y/N.." he mumbled. "I b'n waitin' for this.." he inhaled again, smiling.

"Dally.." you whispered again, feeling as the boy led you backwards to the wall, furthering being hidden. "What, kid?" He whispered against your cheek.

You left him unanswered, letting out a small whimper. Dallas loosened his grip, spinning you in his grasp to face him. Your eyes met his, his usual puppy dog eyes clouded in lust.

"What?" He growled. You shook your head, "nothing," and he pushed you down to your knees. He began fumbling to get his jeans down, his shirt riding up his stomach. You subconsciously licked your lips, watching him as he clumsily pulled his boxer briefs down.

You gasped as he took a fistful of your hair, pressing the tip of his erection to your parted lips. You felt tears pricking your eyes as you opened your lips more, him jerking his hips forward and hitting the back of your throat. You gripped his hips to steady yourself while Dally began to fuck your face, his hand stabilizing your head.

"Fuck, you take my cock so well for the capt'n of the football team.." he spoke, his spit pooling at the corners of his mouth. You hummed in response, sending shivers through the greaser.

Dallas let out a groan, suddenly burying himself to the hilt in your mouth, your air being cut off. Dally stayed for a moment before pulling out, a string of your saliva connecting you to his dick.

"You like that, pretty boy?" He looked down at you, before pulling you up by the hair. You leaned back against the brick wall, breathing heavily. "F-fuck, Dally.." you panted, watching him. He crouched, searching his jeans pockets until he pulled out a double-edged knife and stood up.

You flinched as he pulled your shirt off, nicking your skin with the blade. The ravenette leaned over, licking up the blood. "I won't go too deep, okay, kid?" Dally mumbled against your skin, his hands gripping your sides.

You nodded, preparing for the sting of the knife on your skin. Dallas grinned, getting onto his knees in front of you. You leaned your head back and moved one of your hands to his arm, whimpering as he sliced a word, SLUT, into your stomach, near your hip. You felt your blood drip down onto your khakis, staining them forever.

Dally lapped at the blood, his tongue sliding over the word. He quickly dropped the knife, slipping his brown coat off, along with sliding his white shirt over his head to press against the cuts. "Shit, kid." He pressed a kiss to the word, standing up. He held the shirt to your stomach, and you reached forward to grasp his face, slamming your lips onto his. He pressed forward, pinning you against the wall with his entire body.

Dally tugged your belt off, forcing your khakis down to your knees. He pulled away from your lips, leaning his head against the wall above your shoulder. The greaser backed off slightly, his shirt dropping to the ground. He moved a hand to your crotch, palming you roughly. You gasped out a groan, your hand fleeing to the boy's neck.

"Dally–! Mm!" you arched your back, close from just the contact. Dallas laughed softly, pulling your boxers down. "Be quiet, Y/N. There's people here." He scolded, his hand wrapping around your leaking erection. "Please.." you bit your lip, letting out a soft moan.

Dally began moving his hand, sending tingles through your body. "Shit! Dal–" Dallas slammed his free hand against your mouth, muffling your cries. You thrust your hips forward into the grease's hand, knees buckling slightly.

"M mm-mm!" You gasped as his hand sped up, and you let out a muffled cry when you came, his hand quieting most of it.

You whimpered as he kept at it, even when you stopped cumming. He leaned up, moving his hand from your mouth. "Please, Dal.." you whispered. "'M sorry, I didn't mean to scream.." you panted, bucking your hips as you started getting hard again.

You inhaled sharply, body tensing. Dallas stopped moving.

"Turn around." He demanded, and you obeyed. Dally used his hands to pull you away from the wall, forcing you down to your hands and knees. He crouched behind you, snagging his knife again. "Stay still."

You winced and almost pulled away as he dug the knife into your back, down near your ass. Your tears dripped onto the ground as the grease sliced the word MINE into your skin. He used his shirt to soak up most of the blood, pulling your khakis off the rest of the way.

He used his thumbs to spread your cheeks, spitting at your hole. You gasped, spreading your legs to give him a better view. "Dally– Dally, please." You begged. Dallas let go to smack your ass, "Shut up, kid." He spoke, gently rubbing a finger around your hole. You moaned softly, arms collapsing.

Dally held you up by the hips, pushing two fingers in at once. You bit your lip, closing your eyes. Dallas worked his fingers in and out for a while, before pushing a third in.

Dally curled his fingers, ripping a quiet moan from you. You heard the grease chuckle behind you, before he removed his fingers. You let out a whimper, hole gaping over nothing.

You bit down on your lip, drawing blood, as Dallas pushed in, immediately burying himself to the hilt. Dally began thrusting, and your breathing started to come in harsh pants. The man leaned over, biting down on your shoulder blade. You let out a choked moan, and Dally pressed a hand to your mouth, his hand getting covered in blood and saliva.

Dallas rested his forehead on your back, his thrusts becoming sloppy and less coordinated. You let out a sharp groan, vision getting spotty as he hit your prostate. Dally rammed his hips forward, aiming for that same spot.

You let out a pathetic moan, bucking your hips as you neared your second climax, nails digging into the dirt below you. Dallas moved his hand to your crotch, circling his thumb over your slit.

You let out a string of wanton moans into Dally's hand, eyes squeezing shut. You basically screamed as you came for the second time that night, pushing back to meet Dallas' thrusts.

You heard the grease let out a groan, his thumb still spinning over your softening dick. You felt yourself get filled up, listening to Dallas' rough pants.

Dally moved off of you, causing you to collapse without his support. Your tired eyes followed the ravenette as he got dressed, only pulling his briefs, jeans and shoes on. He walked over to you, running a hand down your side.

"Shit, kid. Sorry," he apologized quietly, reaching for your stained khakis. You winced as he pulled on your boxers, cuts still oozing slightly. You sat up carefully. He gently tugged your khakis on for you, before slinging his coat over your bare shoulders. He handed you the shirts, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You drive?" He asked, leaning back on his haunches. "Yeah. Red Mustang, got a black stripe on both sides." You answered, pulling his coat tighter around you, clutching the bloodied shirts. "Okay. Can ya' walk?" He stood up, offering his hand. You reached up, and he hauled you up.

Your knees buckled under your sudden weight, and you collided with the greaser. Dally leaned over, his arm reaching behind your knees, and he lifted you off the ground with minimal effort.

"So, red Mustang?" He asked, walking out of the hidden area. "You come with anyone?" He continued, glancing around.

"Kid?" The grease sighed, you were slumped against his chest, eyes closed. You slumbered.

You woke up, body sore, in someone else's bed. You quickly sat up, your eyes wide, and frantically looked around. You checked over yourself, wearing too big sweats and Dally's coat. On your front was a bandage, and you could feel the sting of whatever was below it.

You laid back down, running a hand through your.. washed hair? You sighed softly.

"Dally?" You heard rustling outside the room. You sat up and moved from the bed, limping to the door. You opened it, and you could hear chatting. You walked out, peeking around the corner of another doorway.

In the living room was not only Dallas, but the Curtis brothers, Steve Randle, and Keith Mattews (you've heard him called Two-Bit by all but one of your teachers).

One of the Curtis brothers, Sodapop (you went to school with him before he dropped out), turned around and laughed. You raised an eyebrow at him, and glanced around the room. You glanced at the door, and saw it was mid-day. God, you slept for a long time.

"Where?" You hummed, pulling the coat tighter around yourself.

"Our house, Y/N. I'm Darrel, call me Darry. This here is Sodapop and Ponyboy." You nodded as Darry listed the names, and you noted both Sodapop and Ponyboy's odd names, and their stunning looks.

Dally rubbed his eyes, sighing. "Sorry, kid." He stood up and walked towards you, leaning against the wall in front of you.

"Didn't know where ya' lived, an' I didn't want to bring you to my house." He explained, rubbing his arm. "Had 'em patch you up." He mumbled.

"I get real.. impulsive when I get drunk, I'm sorry." He whispered. You stared at him, a smile playing on your lips. "It's alright." You punched him playfully in the shoulder.

"I enjoyed it," you smirked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Dally chuckled, "You want'ta stay here for now? Get some rest?" He winked, a grin crowding his face.

"Yeah, sure. If that's okay with them?" You nodded to the living room. "Go ahead." Darry called. You watch as Sodapop leant over and tapped Steve, giggling. He whispered something to his friend, and then Steve started chuckling too.

You followed as Dallas walked back to the room you woke up in. You shut the door, sitting on the bed beside Dally. He looked at you, a small grin on his face. You leaned onto him, resting your head on his chest. "Cuddle, sleep and talk about it later?" You asked, letting your hand rub his inner thigh. "Yeah."

goodbye i didn proof read thsi

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