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The Coyotes Cry-One

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Pairings: MafiaBoss!TattooArtist! Noah Sebastian x OFC.

Warnings/Tropes: violence, death, swearing, smut(very mature), angst, fluff, forced proximity, forbidden love, dark romance, mafia themes, arranged marriage, tattoo artist.

Summary: Centered on the story of a young bride whose fairy-tale vision of the Concrete Jungle is shattered when her father, part of the Irish Crime Family; McManus strikes a marital peace deal with the mafia head of OMNS, Noah Sebastian. Scarlett is faced with rage and conflict, as she is forced to work alongside her new husband in his tattoo shop that fronts for his mafia dealings. Devastating events leave Scarlett with the realization that there is more to Noah than meets the eye. "I would willingly, lay down my life for you if I had to." The power of love is thicker than blood.

Authors Note: Here is chapter one! I don't think this series will be more than six parts but you never know with how often I'm always adding things. This series will have mature themes throughout as a warning.

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NOAH

The screams were muted due to the concrete confines of the room, the cold, moist air circulating us in a suffocating grip. But none of that mattered, the only thing that did was strapped to the chair in front of me. Cleaning the sharp blade on the once-white handkerchief, I clicked my tongue at the raw screams.

“Scream all you want. No one can hear you all the way down here,” I said while pointing to the concrete walls. “I mixed the concrete myself with a special formula. Think of it as soundproof.”

The man spat blood at my feet, nearly missing my black boots. “Fuck you!”

A chuckle to the left of me and I glanced over to one of my right-hand men, Joakim. Although, we in OMNS always called him Jolly.

“I applaud the fire in you,” Jolly nodded at the man. “You’ll need it.”

Twirling the knife between my fingers, I yet again asked the same question that I asked three times previously.

“Who killed Vincent?”

“I already told you fuckers, I don’t know!” The man, Barry, choked out on a mouth full of blood. “You’re asking the wrong guy!”

As Barry fought against the bindings, the chair scraping against the ground at our feet, I hummed in mock disappointment. “No, Barry. I don't think we are. My intel tells me that someone in the Irish Mafia killed a dear friend of mine.”

“I hate to tell you, your intel is wrong,” Barry said with a dry chuckle.

Suddenly his screams of agony sounded like music to my ears as I dug the knife deep into his thigh directly above the previous wound that Jolly had given him with the screwdriver. My hair fell into my eyes and I hastily brushed it back with my large hand, blood smearing in the dark strands. I’d been due for a haircut for the last few weeks but haven’t found anyone able to give me the correct Levi cut since my older barber passed away.

“My intel is never wrong,” I gritted out through clenched teeth while twisting the knife deeper.

Barry was a blubbering mess, dark tendrils of his hair covered the agony on his face so with a sharp nod from me, Jolly stood behind Barry and ripped his head back so I could watch in pleasure.

“Now, I’m only going to ask one more time,” I twisted the knife deeper. “Who killed Vincent?”

He did his best to writhe away but with my knife piercing him in place and Jolly’s tight grip on his hair, there was nowhere for Barry to run. Blood dripped from his mouth, his nose, and the cut on his eyebrow. Before we captured him, he had the looks of a movie star but now, I couldn't help but cringe.

“I already told you,” he sobbed, a mess of blood and snot. “I swear.”

Jolly and I shared a look for a brief moment before we pushed away from Barry to slink over to the far end of the room to have a conversation.

“Do you believe him?” Jolly tied up his hair into a messy bun.

I placed my hands on my hips and sighed. “I don’t think he knows who killed Vincent but he knows the right direction we need to look. We need to crank it up a notch and show him that OMNS isn't going to back down from this.”

Instantly, he understood and while he retreated up the stairs to my office, I titled my head at Barry.

“What family do you work for?” I asked.

His breathing was shallow and unsteady thanks to the hard blows of Jolly’s fists to his ribs but I had to marvel at this kid's drive to remain loyal.

“The Walsh’s,” he eventually answered.

My brows furrowed in confusion. “The Walsh’s haven’t been around since they moved their operations back to Boston. Why are you still here running the streets for them?”

Barry lifted his heavy head and wore a smug smile. “Call me committed.”

“No, I don't think that’s it,” I shook my head and took two large steps towards him, him shrinking back into himself. “I think it’s the fact that you’re lying to me and I fucking hate liars.”

“Fucking shit!”

He cursed when I ripped out the knife from his thigh to press the blade against his neck.

“You’re insane,” Barry shuddered when he noticed the playful gleam in my eyes.

“Maybe,” I shrugged. “But I also don’t like liars. Now, I’ll ask again. What family do you work for?”

“It’s a new family on the rise called O’shove it up your ass,” he spat in my face.

Literally.

His saliva and blood dripped down my cheek but I didn’t even flinch and made no effort to wipe it away. Instead, I broke out into a wide smile when I heard Jolly returning with something special in tow; something that made Barry’s eyes widen in fear.

“Wh-what the fu-fuck, man?! Do you just have that lying around?” He stuttered.

Glancing over my shoulder, I extended my hand to Jolly who in turn placed the handle of the katana in my palm. Standing straight now, I studied the old sword with careful precision.

“This used to be my great-great-great grandfathers; passed down through each generation. It might be old but I have the blade sharpened every once in a while, just in case,” I said while slowly removing the blade from the sheath.

The dim light overhead cast its faded yellow glow on the sharp blade and something inside of me twinged with sheer delight.

“Ju-ju-st in case fo-for what?”

Jolly snorted at the stuttering mess of Barry while leaning against the concrete wall.

“Tell us what we want to know and you won’t have to find out.”

The sharp tip of the katana pressed lightly against Barry’s jugular, all it would take would be one flick of my wrist to end it all however I refrained, not wanting to end the fun before I got what I needed.

“What family do you work for?” I asked again, this time with less patience than the last time.

Barry’s eyes glanced down from the long blade at his throat to Jolly then finally up to me as I towered over him. His bottom lip wavered as he finally nodded.

“Okay, okay. Promise you won’t kill me?”

He tried to wager but to humor him, I gave a curt nod. “Tell me what I want to know and I’ll think about it.”

“Fuck,” Barry sobbed. “It doesn’t matter. I’m good as dead anyway. The McManus family don’t like rats and a low-level drug dealer like me isn’t worth saving.”

My grip on my katana slipped slightly at the name but I was quick to recover. “The McManus?”

He nodded widely. “ Yea. I work for the brothers; Connor and Murphy. I deal their drugs and run their errands.”

“So you’re their bitch?” Jolly asked.

Barry’s shoulders fell. “Essentially, yes.”

“Did the McManus brothers kill Vincent?” I asked while tightening my grip on the handle of the katana.

“No,” he shook his head, the blood from the wound above his eye now pooling into his eyes. “But they might know who did it. I can try and set up a meeting with them, on your behalf. Maybe they can lead you in the direction you’re looking for?”

Jolly gave me a look and I held up a finger, not quite finished with my conversation with Barry.

“Why the fuck would they listen to you if you’re just their bitch?”

This brought a wicked smile to his face as he used his shoulder to wipe away the blood from his chin.

“Because Murphy McManus doesn't like it when his daughter is threatened.”

A loud rumble erupted in my chest, like a ravenous growl, as I dug the blade of the katana deeper into Barry’s neck, blood now oozing from the fresh wound. I ignored his wails of pain, now only seeing red.

“You’ve got some balls kid to threaten the daughter of one of the most feared Irish Mafia families,” I said.

Barry shrugged in his binds. “I didn’t say it would be coming from me. Word on the street is that McManus' grandfather had issues with your grandfather some odd years ago. They’d believe me if I said the great Noah Sebastian was looking to start a turf war.”

With a scowl, I snapped my head at Jolly. “Get this piece of shit his phone so he can make the call.”

Never once faltering the blade from Barry’s neck, I watched with narrowed eyes as Jolly removed one of the binds around his wrist and tossed the phone on his lap.

“Make the meeting. If I hear one threat on the daughter, I’ll end your life before you even hang up the phone,” I seethed behind the mask of my hair as it fell into my eyes.

My heart beat like a thunderstorm in my chest at the thought of the McManus daughter. No one knew of her and what she meant to not only the family but me as well; besides my closest allies.

Barry’s fingers worked fast to type out a message before showing me the screen and with my free hand, I snatched it from him to read it.

Barry: The brother's food will be delivered at six p.m. tonight.

Unknown: What’s on the menu?

Barry: Japanese with a side of Swiss.

“Joakim is Swedish,” I corrected Barry. “I’m assuming this whole dinner rous is to keep the authorities off your back if they go snooping?”

“Look at you! I think you earned yourself a gold star,” Barry joked.

Jolly’s fist collided with his face, his neck snapping to the side, and the faint red mark from his ring began to rise on Barry’s cheek.

“Let me guess, he’s the muscle between the two of you?” Barry spat out a chunk of blood.

Not bothering to look away from his phone as a new message came in, I answered his question.

“No, that’s Ash. Trust me, you don’t want to meet him.”

Unknown: Dinner will be served in the study. 6 o’clock.

“It’s set,” I tossed the phone to Jolly who dropped it to the ground seconds before his boot came crashing down on it.

“What the fuck! You guys owe me a new phone!”

Placing the sheath back over the katana, I set it on the table along with the other wide variety of weapons and turned back to Barry with my hands crossed behind my back; grasping the weapon tightly. He glanced between Jolly and me and noticed the sinister gleam dancing behind my honey eyes.

“Hang on,” he began thrashing in the chair, free hand swinging widely. “You said I could live.”

“I did. But watch what you say next.”

Quickly, Jolly grabbed Barry’s free arm to drag his still-bound body over to the table behind me and held his wrist down. His hand was on display for my wicked plan.

“Barry, I have a question for you. If you answer wrong, well-,” I pulled out the hammer from behind my back and shook it in front of him.

His eyes widened in fear but I paid no mind to it, simply asked my question.

“Will Murphy’s daughter be there tonight?”

“Fuck no! Dumb broad never leaves her bedroom,” Barry answered. “She’s holed up in there all hours of the day. The only time she leaves is at 8 o'clock for her nightly walks.”

Jolly sucked in a breath just as I raised the hammer, bringing it down on Barry’s pinky, whose cries were overshadowed by the noise of his bones breaking.

“Why are you so obsessed with this broad?!”

I brought the hammer down again, this time breaking his ring and pointer finger. Now he was practically having an exorcism with how he was moving about on the chair, struggling to break free from the binds.

“One more question then I’m finished with this game,” I said while craning my neck to the side before getting eye level with the man. “Do you suspect the McManus family killed Vincent?”

While he stayed silent, the look that flashed over his hazel eyes told me everything I needed to know. Turning on my heels, I dropped the hammer on the table and began walking upstairs to leave Jolly to clean up until Barry’s voice halted me in my tracks.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the broad pulled the trigger herself. She’ll do whatever she can to get Daddy’s attention since she was never the favorite..”

My shoulders went rigid and I could faintly hear Jolly mutter under his breath something in Swedish before I grabbed the gun from behind my back that had been tucked in the waist paint of my black slacks and fired two rounds straight into Barry’s chest.

“Noah,” Jolly started.

I waved him off before dropping the gun on the table. “Let’s be real, Jolly. We weren’t letting him walk out of here alive anyway.

“McManus,” he sighed while rubbing his jaw. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

I cleaned the blood from my fingers and rings before letting out a long breath. I knew he wouldn’t remember the name but that name haunted me for years, plagued my entire existence in more ways than one.

“They’re one of the most notorious Irish Mafia families. Their lineage started in Ireland generations ago before relocating to Boston where the McManus brothers were raised by their grandfather, Fergal. They moved to Los Angeles when the brothers were in their mid-twenties.”

“Wait,” Jolly’s head snapped over towards me. “The twins that went on that killing spree all those years ago in Boston. The last anyone heard from them is when they shot Yakavetta in open court.”

“Exactly why they moved here. Fergal didn't appreciate the hot trail on them so they hid out here for a few years. But Fergal couldn’t handle laying low for long because he began building the ranks here. Overstepping on my grandfather's turf, because he was still young at the time.” I grabbed the weapons we used on Barry and tossed them into the bucket of bleach in the utility sink.

“You know a lot about this family,” Jolly noted.

I hummed. “My grandfather told me all about them growing up. He wanted to make sure I was well versed in the McManus family once I took over.”

Glancing down at myself, I hummed again in displeasure when I noticed the blood spatter all over my white turtleneck.

Should have worn the black one, idiot.

I went about cleaning up the mess, ignoring the slumped-over body in the chair for a moment.

“The daughter. Do you think she did it?” Jolly wondered.

I halted unraveling the plastic we used to wrap the dead bodies for a few seconds before letting my shoulders drop slightly. “I don’t believe so. While the McManus brothers do hire hitmen to do their dirty work, there’s no way Murphy would make his own blood do it.”

“I know there’s some sort of history between you and her. With all of us-”

His words trailed off when I snapped my eyes over to him. “There is no history, Jolly. She’s just someone who went to high school with us. That was years ago and I doubt she even remembers that we went to the same school. She was too busy being preoccupied with other things.”

All of us in OMNS grew up together since we were twelve years old, Jolly moved here from Sweden when he was ten. We’d all been inseparable for the last sixteen years in the schoolyard and now the streets of the Concrete Jungle.

Not saying another word, the two of us busied ourselves cleaning up our mess and by the time we returned upstairs to my office. The staircase to the hidden basement was located behind a bookshelf and while Jolly closed it, I rummaged through the drawers of my desk to find a different shirt.

Now dressed in a fresh black t-shirt, we stepped out of my office and the sounds of tattoo machines reached my ears and I smirked walking into the open lobby. Every one of my artists had someone in their chairs and my most sought-after artist, Nicholas, glanced up at me for a second before returning to tattooing his client.

“How’d the meeting go?” He asked.

“Didn’t work out. We have another one set for 6 tonight,” Jolly informed.

I went up to the counter of my tattoo shop and glanced down at the book. It was a full day of appointments not to mention the group of girls that came in for a walk in. They were chittering like birds about how it was the blonde's bachelorette party and she specifically wanted me.

In more ways than one.

While she was cute, she wasn’t my type.

Roger, the receptionist of Under The Right Lights Tattoo Parlor, and newest recruit of OMNS glanced at me over his shoulder.

“Oh hey, Noah. Are you ready for the walk-in?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m not tattooing today. But I do have a job for you.”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”

“Tonight when the shop closes, stick around. We need your help with something,” I patted his shoulder.

“You got it, boss,” Roger nodded with a wide smile.

Turning on my heels, I stuffed my hands in my pockets to glance at my studio. I opened Under The Right Lights about six years ago and even though we had a slow start, once word got out that Noah Sebastian and Nicholas Ruffilo tattooed here, business flowed in through the doors.

I took over my grandfather's other business eight years ago but needed something to cover those dealings so that's when I thought of opening a tattoo shop with my best friends; my brothers. While Nicholas tattooed, Jolly ran the financial side of things, and Nick, or as we called him Folio, ran the motorcycle shop right next door. He was a mechanic, one of the best in town, and he often frequented here through the door to the left of Nicholas’ booth when he wasn’t busy fixing bikes.

Above my tattoo shop housed thirty apartments, all owned by me, and I lived in the penthouse on the tenth floor. Everyone in OMNS also lived in their own units so we could always be close to each other, in case something came up. With nine of the units being occupied by us, I rented out the other twenty-one for another form of income each month.

I treated everyone as an equal with the tattoo studio and OMNS but they also respected me enough to know that I had the final say with both. Things didn’t get approved unless I gave the okay.

Glancing down at my watch, I noticed that it was only four in the afternoon meaning we had a few hours until we met with the brothers. So I walked over to the back area of the shop where we used a private section to make a small gym where I knew Ash and Byran would be.

Ash was not only my bodyguard but he was also my trainer and Bryan took photos of the tattoos and ran our social media account.

“Tonight, six o'clock,” I said while crossing my arms.

Bryan wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded. “I’ll make sure the SUV is loaded up.”

“Thank you,” I then turned towards Ash. “I’ve got a body downstairs. Do you mind?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. I’ll bring Matt. He needs a break from managing everything. Get out and smell the trees in the woods. Or the salty brine of the ocean.”

With a snort, I bid them goodbye before retreating into my office and ignoring the preposterous waves of the blonde in the waiting area and instead thought of a certain redhead.

SCARLETT

With a longing sigh, I brushed away the fire-red strands of hair from my face and adjusted my position on my bed to continue reading the book in front of me. It was the book Wolves: Behavior, Ecology, and Conservation by L. David Mech. This was the third time I’ve read but every time, I somehow learned something new.

I've been out of college with my degree for four years now and although I haven’t done anything since then, I still tried to keep up with my studies. The possibility of opening up a wildlife rescue still weighed heavy on my mind but I knew my father would never agree to it. His money was to be used for other business opportunities.

The spiral notebook was filled with my chicken scratch handwriting and after tossing down the pen, I shook out the cramp from my hand to glance at the clock on my nightstand. It was nearing six in the evening and when it would be time for dinner with my father and uncle, they had to cancel due to a meeting that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Next to the clock was a picture that made my heart drop to my stomach like it did every time. It was of me, my father, and my mother back on my eighteenth birthday and high school graduation; the last picture we took together.

Because she was murdered that night.

Eight years later the tears still burned in my eyes when I thought back to that night. We were driving home from dinner when someone crashed into our car and ran it off the road into a ditch. My father managed to pull me from the wreckage before the car burst into flames; my mother however wasn’t that lucky. We never found out who ran us off the road that night and whenever I asked about it, my father would wave me off and say one word only.

Revenge.

The relationship with my father was never the same since that night and once my Uncle Connor moved in, I retreated into myself. I loved them both dearly, but I blamed their life in the Irish Mafia for my mother's death. I did my best to remain respectful because I still lived in the McManus estate and knew I couldn’t make it on my own; not yet. My father had made it clear more than once that the only way I was to move out was either if I had my own money or married.

Hence why I was doubling up on my studies, I needed to find some kind of job with my degree, a simple job at a store or fast food place would not be enough to survive on my own. And clearly, my relationship with my boyfriend was nowhere near marriage level yet; we’d only been together for less than a year and never spoke about getting married.

I checked my phone and noticed Cory texted me a little while ago.

Cory: I have to cancel tomorrow night, sorry. Work is sending me out of town and won’t be back till Sunday.

I rolled my eyes knowing damn well he wasn’t the slightest bit sorry.

Me: OK. See you then, I guess.

I locked my phone, the sound echoing in the quiet of my bedroom, and I busied myself once again with the book in front of me until there was a soft knock on my door.

“Yes?” I called out.

The door cracked open slightly and a head of white curls popped their head inside and I instantly smiled.

“Hi, Dortha.”

“Hello dear,” our housekeeper smiled, resting her frail hands in the pocket of her apron. “I know your father and uncle can’t make dinner but I still made your favorite. If you’re hungry.”

My stomach growling gave way to my answer so with a chuckle, I let my studies be to follow Dortha out of my room and down to the dining room where I knew she already had a plate of food set up for me.

NOAH

The car ride across town to the McManus estate was filled with the ramblings of the other members of OMNS while I sat quietly behind the wheel, mind filled with more pressing matters. I gripped the wheel so hard that my knuckles were turning white, something Nicholas, who sat in the passenger seat, noticed right away.

“Are you alright?”

I nodded. “Just going over what I’m going to say.”

Pulling the car to a slow stop at a red light, I drummed my fingers against the dashboard, trying another thing to calm my nerves since the deep breathing exercises my therapist recommended weren’t working.

“Hey boss,” Roger spoke up from the back seat between Ash and Bryan. “Maybe someone else should drive. You seem nervous.”

My eyes sliced into him through the rearview mirror. “No one drives my car but me.”

With a shaking hand through his golden locks, he nodded and kept his head down the rest of the drive once I hit the gas again.

“Do you know what you’re going to ask them? Folio wondered from the seat behind me while tapping the wooden drumsticks he always carried on his lap.

“I’m thinking of coming out right and asking if they have any idea who killed Vincent,” I answered.

Jolly shifted in the seat behind Nicholas and without having to gaze over at him, I knew he wasn’t too thrilled about my idea.

“I’d say we just pop these fools. End this turf war once and for all,” Roger pipped up again.

His excitement for being brought along tonight was evident but I was suddenly regretting my decision.

“Chill, we need to be smart about this,” I said.

“We can’t go in there with guns blazing,” Jolly added.

I came to a stop in front of the large, gothic-like gate, and rolled down my window so I was able to click the button on the intercom.

“Yes?” A thick Irish accent responded.

I cleared my throat. “I have the brothers' dinner. Japanese with a side of Swiss.”

Only static came from the speaker for a long moment until the loud creak of the gate caused Roger to jump in surprise and Byran to stifle a laugh behind his hand. The SUV glided up the long drive with ease as the setting sun spilled inside casting all of us in an orange and purple glow. We all piled out as soon as the car was parked in front of the McManus manor and I nodded towards Bryan, Ash, and Roger.

“You three hang back in the foyer in case the brothers don’t want all of us in the meeting,” I said while clicking the safety on my gun before stuffing it in my back waistband.

While Ash and Bryan agreed, both double-checking their weapons, Roger on the other hand made his distaste for my orders known with a low scowl.

“All due respect, Noah,” he began.

I adjusted the peaky hat on my head and raised a brow. “Is there a problem, Roger?”

He shifted on his feet. “I’ve been the recruit for six months now, don’t you think I worked up being involved in one of these meetings?”

I bit the inside of my cheek to my snarky remark to myself but Folio was quick to respond in my place.

“Kid, calm down. It took Bryan six years to work up the ranks. Ash, it took him ten years.”

Roger gaped at the two of them who seemed to have played along with Folio’s joke and agreed with a nod.

“Can I atleast get a gun?” He outstretched his arms. “You guys are sending me into the warzone with no weapon!”

“It’s only a warzone if you make it one,” Ash said.

“No weapons for recruits,” I said.

Not wanting to waste any more time out here, I led the group of us up the crumbling steps and came to a stop in front of the door. Motioning to Roger, I waited for him to ring the bell, and glanced around the vast grounds of the McManus estate while stuffing my hands deep into the pockets of my black peacoat.

“Nervous?”

Peering to my left, I nodded to Nicholas. “A bit.”

He clapped my shoulder. “Let’s keep our questions short. Try to get the info we need then we can leave.”

“Yeah,” Folio agreed while shivering. “This place gives me the creeps. It looks like it's days away from caving in.”

Glancing up at the old brick mansion, I had to agree with him. It looked as if neither of the McManus brothers bothered to keep up with the maintenance of the home and the overgrown grass on the other side of the driveway was proof of that.

Suddenly the front door opened with an eerie creaking and all of our eyes met with an older lady with a head full of white curls.

“Yes?”

I stepped forward. “My name is Noah Sebastian. OMNS has a meeting with the brothers.”

Her brown eyes shifted between all of us before she slowly stepped to the side, letting us all pile inside the grand manor. While the outside needed some work, the inside was marvelous with expensive pieces of art and not a speck of dust anywhere.

“My name is Dorthea. I will let the brothers know you’re here,” she said with a thick Irish accent.

Movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention and when I gazed up at the top of the stairs landing, all of my breath left my soul when those familiar hazel eyes met mine. All of the hairs not only on the back of my neck but on my arms stood straight with the buzz of electricity that shot through me when I noticed her eyes double in size. The brightness of her gaze struck a chord in my heart, playing a soft melody that only the two of us could hear.

It had been a long while since I’d seen her last but fuck, she still looked absolutely breathtaking like she did the night of high school graduation.

Her hair was deeper red than the last time we saw each other, now it cascaded down her back, and when she outstretched her arms on the wooden banister, her head tilted to the side in a way to assess all of these strangers in her home.

Although four of us weren’t strangers to her. We all went to high school together even though she wouldn’t remember us. She was always with the group of kids that were rich, too good to be seen with the bottom dwellers like us.

I removed my hat to hand it to Roger to hold onto it then shook out my hair from my eyes before slicking it back and I could have sworn I heard someone’s breath catch in their throat.

“Noah Sebastian, standing here in my house. I must say, I almost didn’t recognize you without the long hair.”

Well, shit.

“Saoirse McManus,” I hummed in response to her sarcastic tone.

A low scowl pulled on her lips before she pushed herself away from the banister and quickly scurried down the hall, disappearing around the corner.

It was almost bittersweet seeing her again after all this time. While I wish it had been under better circumstances, I knew that I couldn’t allow myself to get wrapped up in Saoirse McManus; not again. I had built an empire since dropping out of high school and I couldn’t let anything tear it down, especially a silly little crush.

It never was a silly crush. It was always more than that. You’re just bitter that she never felt the same.

Why would she ever have feelings for me? In her eyes and her financial stature, OMNS were nobodies; the gum on the bottom of their shoe. While they ran their empire up in the rich estates of the wealthy, we ran ours in the slums of the Concrete Jungle. There may have been a point in my life when I wanted to be in the same stature as her but now having earned my wealth, I realized that all I needed was my brothers.

Bullshit.

If that were the case, seeing her tonight wouldn’t have taken my breath away and cock twitched with such a dire need for her.

“What was that about her not remembering you?” Jolly asked.

I ran a hand over my mouth. “I didn’t think she would.”

“Hey,” Roger’s head popped in between Jolly and I. “That’s the daughter, right? You know, rumors are going around the CJ that she’s the one that killed Vincent.”

My eyes sliced into him and Jolly had to press a hand to my chest to keep me from wrapping my hands around his throat.

“The CJ?” I spat out through a clenched jaw.

Roger swallowed thickly. “Yeah. The Concrete Jungle. I thought you would understand the nickname since you were the one who created the Concrete Jungle. I spend a lot of time in the tunnels with groups of guys who tell stories of OMNS success. Why do you think I wanted to join so badly?”

“Do me a favor, kid. Stop lingering in the underground parts of the jungle because you don’t know what dwells underneath there. You don’t want to find yourself in a situation you can’t sweet talk your way out of,” I said.

“What?” He let out an airy chuckle. “Are you hiding a tank full of sirens? Or creating your own artificial intelligence?”

With a dark look filling my eyes, I gave him a smirk before giving him my back when I heard the faint footsteps of Dorthea returning.

“Just the Japanese and Swiss,” she pointed to us.

Jolly let out a groan. “I’m Swedish.”

“Follow me,” she hooked a finger at us, ignoring Jolly.

Giving the rest of my brothers a nod, we followed Dorthea down a long wide hallway, and I took in the sight of all the pictures lining the wall, noticing that they were family pictures of the McManus family.

The first picture was of the man who started it all over one hundred years ago, Cillian McManus. It continued for a long while until Fergal’s familiar face caught my eyes, followed by his son, then Connor, then Murphy with his wife and Saiorse.

Coming to a brief stop, I studied the picture for a long moment, before Jolly pulled me along.

“The brothers are allowing you five minutes of their time,” Dorthea informed as we stopped in front of a set of double doors and her hands wrapped around the golden knobs.

“How generous,” I grumbled under my breath just before the door opened.

Inside was a huge library/office combo. Three out of four of the walls were just bookshelves full of books, the smell of old literature tickling my nose. Thick black carpet covered almost every inch of the floor and in the center of the room were two long burgundy couches that sat horizontally to an old fireplace that was blazing with hot flames. I felt the warmth on my face when Jolly and I stepped inside.

On either couch sat the brothers, both having a glass dangling from their fingers, and their hushed conversation seized when they noticed our presence.

“Ah,” the taller one with shorter hair muttered as he slowly stood to his feet and extended his free hand toward me. “You must be Noah. An acquaintance of mine said I’d be expecting you. I’m Conner.”

After we shook hands, Connor motioned to the other man on the couch, who still had yet to stand up. “That is my twin brother Murphy.”

Giving him a curt nod, I clasped my hands behind my back. “This is Joakim. We won’t take much of your time. But we do have one question to ask.”

While Murphy muttered something in Irish under his breath, Connor urged me to ask.

“About six months ago, a dear friend of ours Vincent Riquier was murdered, his body being left on the doorstep of my tattoo shop. I had some intel point me in the direction of someone in the Irish family.”

Connor's brow raised as he took a small drink of his amber liquid. “Are you saying we had something to do with it?”

Jolly shook his head. “Not at all. We were just wondering if you could let us know if our intel was correct since it came from one of your men.”

This caused Murphy to snap his head towards us and brushed away the long hair from his face; blue eyes boring into us. “One of our men?”

“Barry,” I said flatly. “Movie star looks. Although, I must say that was before.”

The twins shared a look before Murphy rose to his feet with a roar. “You killed him?”

I stood toe to toe with him, not showing him an ounce of fear because I knew guys like this could smell it.

“Never said I did,” I answered with a shrug.

“Imigh leat,” Murphy waved a hand in my face before turning on his feet to face the fireplace.

Connor let out a displeased noise at his brother before giving Jolly and me a tight smile, the lines in his face creasing. “You must ignore my brother, he just argued with his daughter before you arrived.”

Saoirse’s face crept into my mind but I did my best to push away those feelings. I couldn’t give away my feelings for her; the ones that stayed buried for so long.

“Again with this foolish dream of opening an animal rehab facility. Why she wants to work when she has all the money I can give her if she just stays here is beyond my thinking,” Murphy muttered after downing the rest of his drink, slamming the cup on the table next to the couch.

“About Barry,” Connor ignored his brother while stuffing his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. “If you did kill him, one less thing for us to worry about. He was a pain in our arses anyway.”

“So then, as a token, you’ll give us the direction we need to look into for our friend's death,” Jolly tried while scratching the facial hair on his chin.

With Connor’s silence, his gaze locked in on us with his hand on the holster on his hip, and Murphy’s back still to us, I nodded towards Jolly, who understood and we bid the brothers goodbye.

“Thank you for your time,” I said before ushering Jolly outside of the room before me.

Once we were back in the solitude of the hallway, we rushed back to the foyer with a burning feeling at the back of my neck. Something wasn’t right, their silence told us way too much and I needed to get far away from here.

“Something doesn’t feel right,” Jolly noted.

I agreed with a low rumble in my chest, placing my hat back on. “I know. They were quick to dismiss us and I didn’t like how Connor reached for his gun.”

Hearing our footsteps echo loudly on the marble floor, Bryan glanced up from his phone with furrowed brows.

“That was quick.”

“We’ll discuss it in the car,” I said while ushering everyone outside quickly.

One by one we all piled out of the house and before I stepped through the threshold, I dared a glance back up to the stairs landing, hoping to catch sight of her but instead, I locked eyes with two large guards who had their guns in their grasp.

“Boss, this doesn't make sense,” Roger turned swiftly on his heels and blocked me.

“Roger, not now,” I said sternly. “Get to the car. Now.”

“All these rumors, they had to start somewhere,” he continued to ramble on.

I backhanded his chest and then threw a thumb over my shoulder to the men who were now descending the grand staircase. Finally, when Roger noticed them, he scrambled out the door, me swiftly following behind him.

All of us gathered around the SUV to discuss what our next plan of action would be. There were other Irish families I could talk with but they all had connections to the McManus brothers so they wouldn’t give me anything.

As I was chatting with Nicholas, Roger began pacing in front of the car, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s his problem?” Nicholas mumbled to me.

“He thinks the brothers are hiding something,” I informed him while shrugging. “I must admit, I feel the same. They were too closed off in there. And the way those guards were staring at me, I swore they were looking for a fight.”

“In retaliation for Barry?”

“Could be,” I ran a hand over my chin. “Or they don’t appreciate us showing up tonight. Either way, we need to get out of here.”

Everyone began loading into the SUV, besides Roger, who was still pacing.

“Roger, get in,” I demanded from behind the driver's door.

"They're a bunch of liars. all of them. I bet you that broad upstairs knows something.”

All I saw was read for a few moments before I realized that I had Roger pinned to the hood of the car by his throat, my tattooed fingers cutting off his oxygen. Strands of my hair fell into my eyes but I made no effort to let up my grip.

“Watch how you speak about her,” I spit out.

Roger’s eyes were white as he struggled to fight me, his nails digging into the skin of my wrist.

“Shit,” Ash muttered while scrambling out of the car to wrap his arms around my chest, trying to pull me away. “Let him go, Noah. You’re going to kill him.”

With an effortless grunt, I tossed Roger to the ground and did my best to fix my hair when Ash let me go as the front door of the manor opened; Saiorse walked out with the two guards following closely behind her.

She paid us no mind as she trotted down the steps and began walking the opposite way of us. Glancing at my watch, I noticed that it was 8 p.m.

“The only time she leaves is at 8 o'clock for her nightly walks.” Barry’s words from earlier rang in my ears.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I grumbled while adjusting my jacket.

Roger quickly scrambled to his feet and when he finally noticed the two guards who had stopped walking to watch us with careful eyes, something switched in Roger’s mind. My jaw began to drop when I saw him reach for something underneath his shirt, my next words came out slow, almost inebriated.

“Roger, no!”

The sound of gunfire erupted, and all of us dropped to our knees around the car for some sort of protection. Bullets ricochet off of the car, one nearly missing my forehead as it blew the hat clear off my head. I strangled out a vacant cry while pressing my body closer to the car. My heart was beating widely in my chest and my hands shook but I didn’t have time to dwell on almost dying, I needed to stop this before it became worse than it already was.

“Mother fucker!”

Glancing over my shoulder, I cursed when I saw Folio go down to the ground clutching his thigh, his gun skidding halfway down the long driveway. I crawled over to him, keeping my head down when I noticed that a couple more McManus guards had emerged from inside and now we were outnumbered; seven to nine.

Blood oozed out from the wound on Folio’s thigh and I grabbed a handful of his shirt, ripping a large piece from it.

“You’re alright; just a flesh wound,” I reassured him while fixing the makeshift tourniquet.

“Where the hell did Roger find a gun?” Folio asked through clenched teeth when I squeezed too hard on his wound to stop the bleeding.

“I’m about to find out,” I patted his cheek before ripping my gun from behind my pants and clicked off the safety.

Using the open door of the SUV as a shield, I peered around it to see that four guards were lying dead on the ground, two were hiding behind the pillars of the manor for their own protection, and one was coming towards us.

Firing off two rounds, both hitting the mark of the guard's chest, I watched him crumble to the ground and then gave a sharp whistle towards Jolly who was firing his weapon in the car through the shot-out back windshield.

“Two on the porch!” I yelled over the sounds of gunfire.

Jolly nodded and I gave him protection against the other two guards who were firing their weapons from behind a bush, he snuck up to the two guards hiding on the porch, their lives ending before they even noticed him.

Now the numbers were in our favor so slowly rising to my feet, I stepped out from my shield and called out to the last two McManus guards.

“You’re not walking out of this alive!”

“Imeacht go fánach ort féin is ar do chnapán miúlach!” A deep voice rumbled out from behind the bus.

A flash of red caught my attention and I forgot for a moment that Saoirse was outside when the shootout began. I could hear my heart in my ears with worry if she’d been hit but when I saw her slowly rise to her feet due to one of the guards pushing her to farther safety, I breathed a little.

Until a gun went off to my left and with sharp eyes, I watched as the bullet hit Saoirse in the arm, blood splattering against the fading white paint of the house.

“Bitch! That’s for Vincent!” Roger bellowed his victory.

I let out a vicious growl as I tackled him to the ground, laying fist after fist into his face. Poor kid never saw me coming and gave no fight against me. By the time I finished, my knuckles were broken and raw, covered in not only my blood but his as well. Roger’s face was a mangled mess as he rolled over to his side, spitting out chunks of spit mixed with blood. For a final measure, I laid a swift kick to his stomach making sure he wouldn’t get up for a while. Through the white noise in my brain, I did my best to calm my breathing when I gazed over my shoulder to the carnage that lay in our wake; all thanks to Roger’s trigger finger.

Besides Folio, all of my men were unharmed and it seemed as if Folio would be fine. However, out of nine McManus guards, only two remain. One held something to Saoirse’s arm while the other tossed his gun to the ground, showing us he surrendered.

“Is she alright?” I called out to them.

“Fuck you, Noah!” She spat, eyes almost as red with fury as the color of her hair.

Yeah, she was fine.

Through the eerie silence of the night air, I watched as the front door carefully opened then both the McManus brothers stepped into the carnage.

“Saoirse!” Murphy’s voice boomed.

“She’s over here!” The one guard who was tending to her wound called out while pulling them out from behind the bushes.

I sucked in a breath when I saw all the blood staining the gray long sleeve of her sweater as the guard quickly whisked her inside, her father right on her tail. The look of pure hatred was on Connor’s face as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Whose bullet hit my niece?” He asked.

I pointed to the broken body of Roger, who was still struggling to rise to his feet. “I’ll take care of him, I promise you.”

Conner gave a curt nod before hooking his finger in my direction. “You. By yourself. Now.”

Licking my lips, I nodded and handed over my gun to Ash, who looked at me with bewilderment in his eyes.

“Are you insane?” He demanded. “You can’t go in there by yourself.”

“If they wanted me dead, I would be,” I said with more reassurance in my voice than I was feeling.

Giving a soft smile to the rest of my men, letting them know I’d be fine, I stepped back inside the manor with Conner close behind.

SCARLETT

“What the fuck!” I screamed while pushing myself away from the table, but hissing as pain shot through my arm.

The doctor we had on standby informed me that it was merely a flesh wound I suffered and closed it up with a few stitches and some pills for the pain.

“Watch your tongue,” my father warned while not looking away from his plate of food.

“You just told me that I’m supposed to marry Noah Sebastian! How the fuck can I watch my tongue?! This is absurd! You can’t make that decision for me.”

He pushed away his plate with a sigh and then steepled his fingers together. “I can because I am your father. And for the price of peace, I couldn’t deny his offer.”

I nearly fell back into my seat at the dining room table. “His offer? This was his idea?”

My Uncle Conner nodded. “That man is quite the negotiator. He didn’t want any more bloodshed and for a truce, he asked for your hand in marriage; we agreed on one condition.”

“Oh, I can't wait to hear what this condition was,” I placed my hand on my hip. “Does he want a baby in a year? Do I have to abide by his command? Am I to be locked away in a castle for the rest of my life?”

“Far from that,” my father lit his cigar, puffing the smoke into the air. “We agreed that you can marry him as long as he kill the man that shot you.”

My eyes widened. “The kid? Fucking hell, dad! He can’t be more than twenty years old!”

“Then he shouldn’t have been involved in a game that was designed for men!” My father’s fist slammed on the aged oak of the table.

I didn’t even flinch, being so used to his outbursts like this. Instead, I fought back harder against this offer.

“What about Cory?” I questioned.

“Who?” My father’s thick brows furrowed as the age lines in his forehead creased.

“The boyfriend,” my uncle informed him while swirling the ice cubes around in his cup.

My father did a double take. “How the fuck do you know?”

“Fuck you, I know shit,” he shrugged.

“Very well,” my father sighed. “It’s not like this relationship would have worked out anyway. You will end it and move in with Noah by Friday.”

“FRIDAY?!” I screeched. “That’s in two days!”

“The wedding will be at the end of the month,” my uncle informed me.

Too much information had been thrown at me all at once and I pinched the bridge of my nose to keep myself from crying. I typically wasn’t a crier but from the moment I laid my eyes on Noah Sebastian in the foyer of my home, all of my old feelings came rushing in like a tidal wave and I still didn’t have time to process that.

“If I say no to this deal?” I shot back.

Neither my uncle nor father said anything, simply motioned to the guns that lay next to their plates. Now, I knew they didn’t mean they would kill me. Instead, they would kill Noah and every last mother fucker who had anything to do with tonight.

“This is unbelievable!” I yelled while throwing my hands up and storming my way up the stairs to my bedroom.

The sound of my door slamming shook the old bones of the manor and I yanked the ends of my hair with a scream. I despised not only this life but also the fact that I couldn’t do anything about this arrangement. Not when the lives of innocents were on the line.

Innocents? They shot you!

Shaking the thought from my mind, I fell back onto my bed with a groan. It was easy to tell that the kid was the one that started the unnecessary gunfight. Noah was only doing what he could to protect his people.

Those gorgeous almond eyes haunted me for years, plaguing my entire existence since I first saw them freshman year of high school. I never could do anything about it, however, knowing that we ran in different circles and it was forbidden. His family ran the slums while mine ran the prestige wealth.

The last I saw of Noah or any of those guys was the night of high school graduation. While Noah dropped out three months before, the rest of his friends walked across the stage and he was there for support. Our eyes locked across the vast space of the room. His hair was long but pulled back into a high bun, showcasing the sharpness of his cheekbones as he gave me a gentle smile. Of course, I had to ignore the pull of my heart strings, no matter how strong they were.

If someone had told a teenage me that now, eight years later, I’d be marrying that man who captured my heart so long ago, I’d laugh in their face.

Running a hand over my face, I sat up in bed and quickly dialed Cory’s number so I could deliver the news. On the eighth ring, he answered almost breathlessly.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” I played with the ends of my hair. “Do you have a minute to talk?”

There was some rustling on his end before his breath came through. “I suppose.”

Ignoring the tone, I took a deep inhale to prepare myself for breaking the news to him. “There’s no easy way to say this. But my father just informed me that he arranged a marriage for me. I have to move in with the guy on Friday. I tried to fight it, tried to fight for us, but I didn’t have a choice. It’s something I have to do.”

There was a very long beat of silence on Cory’s end before his voice broke through. “Ok. Thanks for letting me know.”

My heart dropped to the pits of my stomach. “W-what? That’s it?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Scarlett? You said it yourself, you don’t have a choice in this. Why fight for something that has no end in sight?”

I bit down on the inside of my cheek hard to not snap at him but eventually failed.

“You know, you’re right. What’s the fucking point,” I seethed.

Before I could hang up on him, I heard the click and stared down in disbelief at my now black screen.

“What a piece of shit!” I bellowed while tossing my phone onto my bed.

My knee bounced in anger, that conversation adding more fuel to the fire, and as much as I wanted to scream out my frustrations I knew that it would be futile. Instead, I dragged my feet into the large walk-in closet and began packing up things that I knew I would need in my new life.

NOAH

Wiping away the blood from my rings, I stepped into the lobby of the quiet tattoo shop and noticed Nicholas closing up his section.

“How’d it go tonight?” I wondered after tossing the rag into the bag he had opened.

The one we planned on burning anyway so any evidence would be gone in the flames.

“Slow night but those aren’t bad every once in a while,” he answered before motioning to the door I previously walked through. “All finished?”

“Yeah, Jolly and Folio are cleaning it up. This one was messier than I would have liked. I’ll admit, the kid put up a hell of a fight,” I said while leaning against the wall with crossed arms.

The tattooed muscles in my forearms flexed.

“Did he say where he found the gun?”

“Bought it off of someone on the street before we left that night. Apparently, he had a feeling I wouldn’t allow him to have one and he felt like he needed protection,” I informed Nicholas.

Who, in turn, snorted while packing up his tattoo gun. “A lot of good it did.”

My lips parted to speak but with the sound of the bell dinging above the door, revealing that someone had stepped inside.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” the words died in my throat when I saw who walked inside.

Her hair was pulled back into a tight braid, her green eyes standing out amongst everything else about her. She carried two suitcases behind her and one large duffel bag on her shoulder.

“Hi,” I said while standing straight up.

All of the breath inside of me left me with a whoosh of air as the excitement of our arrangement finally filled me. When I first brought up the idea to the McManus brothers, I fully expected them to deny it. Much to my surprise, they agreed almost immediately with the exception that I take care of Roger, as promised.

Not even an hour after sending the picture to Murphy, his daughter was standing in front of me; bags in tow.

“Hi?” Saoirse scowled. “Do you know what the fuck I had to go through to get here? The number of times I had to circle the building to find somewhere to park? Two blocks away. Not to mention, how many homeless people stopped me along the way to ask for either money or drugs? And all you can say is hi?”

Biting my lip at my smile, I walked over to the receptionist's desk to rest my elbows on it.

“Are you finished?” I teased with a playful gleam in my eyes.

She scoffed, appalled. “Am I finished? No, Noah. Far fucking from it. How dare you bid for my life without my consent? This isn’t the 1900’s where this was a common thing! I have a say in who I should marry!”

“Then why are you here?”

Saoirse pursed her lips and when I realized she had nothing to say back, I pushed off the counter to close the distance between us, my height towering over her.

“Let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t pay for you. I don’t plan on holding you prisoner here. You have a say with anything and everything however to keep the peace from stumbling into my empire, if I had to arrange for your life, you bet your fucking ass I would do.”

Her lips mimicked a fish and when her shoulders slumped in defeat, I held out my hand to her. “Keys.”

“Excuse me?” She raised a brow.

“Give me your keys. OMNS Legacy Villas has underground parking. There’s already a reserved spot for you,” I informed her.

Shoving the keys in my hand, she sliced her eyes into me. “If it says Saoirse, change it.”

I quickly tossed the keys to Nicholas, who understood and slipped out of the shop to retrieve her car.

“Change it?” I repeated her words.

“The only people who call me that are my father and uncle. Everyone else calls me Scarlett,” she tossed her bags on the ground at my feet before crossing her arms over her black sweater.

This sass that fell from her blood-stained lips made me want to toss her onto the counter, rip off that sweater, and attack every inch of her skin with my teeth but I refrained. Instead, I brushed a hand through my hair and smiled.

“Scarlett it is.”

Scarlett glanced out the large window in front of the shop, watching as people walked past, every single one of them dealing with something in their own lives. The trash that littered the street was figuratively and literally. I had to admit that when I first opened up my empire here, the slums were extremely bad but with my help and funding, the streets had been cleaned up immensely; with a few stranglers still lurking around.

Especially in the underground.

“I don’t understand how you live here. The homeless, the drug deals, and the illegal activities I saw walking in here. It’s disgusting,” she shivered.

I stood next to her now, stuffing my hands in the back pockets of my pants. “Welcome to the Concrete Jungle, Scarlett.”

She turned her head up to me as I bent low towards her, my warm breath fanning those beautiful lips. “Where I’m the fucking king.”

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You Could Be Mine

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x unnamed Ofc (is it tho? kind of not really)

Content warnings: 18+!, smut, oral (female receiving), handjob, unprotected (p in v) sex, car sex, jealous Noah, brief mention of alcohol consumption

A/N: this didn’t quite go the way I wanted, but it’s fine. tried my best to kind of write it from Noah’s perspective in 3rd person. Also wrote most of this while under the weather, so if it’s all over the place and not super coherent, I apologize.

Word count: 3k

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The moment they walked into the bar, eyes were on them—more specifically on her. She paid none of them any mind, initially only focused on Noah. It’d been far too long since they hung out. Between him touring and her own busy life, they couldn’t spend time together like they used to. Noah missed her, and she missed him. She offered to buy the first round of drinks and after some playful teasing, he watched her walk to the bar.

She wasn't his. She was nothing more than a friend to Noah. A friend that he cared for deeply, maybe too much for his own good. This wasn’t a date. It was just two friends catching up, nothing more, nothing less. He repeated it over and over in his head. But he couldn’t stop his wandering gaze no matter how much he tried. Her little black dress hugged her in all the right ways. She had to snap her fingers at him when he picked her up to stop him from gawking. He still snuck glances at her when he could. She was always an eye catcher. It never bothered Noah before—why would it? She was just a friend—but there was something about that damn dress…

A man sat down beside her at the bar while she waited for their drinks. She obliged him with a polite smile. Noah watched them like a hawk. He didn’t like that man the second he saw him.

Noah didn’t like the way that guy was looking at her. He hated the way he blatantly stared at her chest, how his eyes lingered on her ass. He’d been eye fucking her her all night and trying much too hard, Noah determined. She entertained him, thinking he was cute. She batted her lashes and laughed at his jokes. He laid it on thick after she told him Noah wasn’t her boyfriend. Noah knew his jealousy was unprovoked, he had no claim to her heart. But that still didn’t stop it from festering and bubbling in his blood.

Noah clenched his jaw, watching her intensely. She was close to him—too close. Her chin rested in her hand and the other one touched his arm. The smile on her face was enchanting. Her dark painted lips imprinted in Noah’s mind, sending his thoughts into a frenzy. He wondered how her plump pout would feel on his lips, how pretty she would look with her lipstick smudged, how the color would contrast against his tattoos. He wanted to test how waterproof the rest of her makeup was. His dick throbbed when he thought about her mouth around him.

His cock throbbed again when she caressed the man’s thigh and slowly slid her hand up. Noah wished that was him under her touch. He wondered how soft her hands would feel on his skin—if she would be gentle or rough in her touches.

“Fuck,” he grumbled. He grabbed his crotch and pulled the fabric, trying to adjust. “Dammit.”

The fellow dropped his hand to hers and tossed his head back. Noah sat up straighter, suddenly on high alert. Under no circumstance was he letting her leave with someone other than him. His gaze sharpened as their conversation seemed to sour. She retracted her hand with a shake of her head. Noah relaxed slightly but still paid close attention. She was fully capable of taking care of herself—it was one of the things he admired most about her—but he was ready to step in if needed. The man tried to grab her knee, but she stood up offering him an apologetic look. She turned away from him, her eyes instantly finding Noah’s. The dejected expression on her face hurt him—though he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t feel satisfied knowing the stranger's attempts fell flat.

“Well that was disappointing,” she frowned, sliding in the seat next to Noah and handing him his beer. She rested her head against his shoulder. “He was really cute.”

She sighed heavily. “He was so nice up until I told him I wasn’t leaving with him.”

Noah said nothing, just silently sipped his drink. The guy glanced over to them, clear disdain on his face. Noah shot him a scathing glare.

“Probably for the best. I didn’t like his vibe anyway.” Noah’s voice was strained.

She scoffed.

“You don’t like anyone I flirt with, so much so that I’d think you had a thing for me.”

If only you knew, Noah thought.

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The man tried one more time to sway her. He came up to their pool table while Noah stepped away to the restroom. He debated on dealing with his erection, but decided against it. He couldn’t dignify a quick jerk despite how desperately he needed it. They were leaving soon anyway, he could wait until he was in the comfort of his own home. When he re-emerged and saw him, a whole new wave of jealousy and rage coursed through him. Noah hurriedly walked back to her, his eyes focused only on him.

As he got closer, he could hear bits of the conversation.

“C’mon. You said he’s not your boyfriend. What’s the harm in leaving him here?”

“We came here together and it’s been a long while since we hung out. I’d really like to enjoy the rest of my night with him.”

Noah felt a pull in chest at her words, slipping easily beside her. He slid his arm around the front of her waist, pulling her close. The man forced a smile, but Noah saw and felt the daggers staring back at him.

“Care to let go of your leash on your friend here?” The man spoke. Noah clenched his jaw and tightened his grasp on her waist.

“I believe she—“

“I believe I said no.”

Her firm and authoritative tone of voice went straight to his dick. The man gave them both a onceover before leaving with a scoff.

“What a fucking asshole.” She spat.

Noah moved his hands to her hips and gripped them roughly, pulling her back to him. He no longer cared how possessive he was coming across. His fingers dug in deeper as her ass brushed against his aching erection. He held her firmly in place, hoping she would feel. His grip turned bruising when she pressed into him. A low sound rumbled in his chest. God if he didn’t get to sink his teeth in her tonight… he feared he might go crazy.

She leaned back into Noah’s chest, resting a hand on his cheek.

“Noah?”

He hummed. His face came to her neck, subtly inhaling the scent of her sweet floral perfume. His eyes fluttered as her fingers moved up to his hair and scratched his scalp. She lightly ground against him. His breath hitched.

“I’m ready to leave.”

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The walk back to his car was quiet. She was a few paces behind Noah, their fingers loosely hooked together. His heart hammered in his chest. He could feel his heartbeat in his dick. This girl had him so wound up. The second he walked through his door, he was going to rip his pants off. Whether or not he would think of her was to be determined.

He paused at her door and reached for the handle but before he could open it, she leaned against it. Her eyes closed with a disappointed breath. Noah stroked her arms, rubbing small circles at her shoulders.

“What’s wrong?”

She looked at him, a frown on her face.

“I really liked that guy.”

Noah clenched his jaw.

“I thought you said he was an asshole.”

She hummed. “Yeah, but a girl has needs, you know?”

Noah nodded, choosing to ignore the way her words affected him. She lifted her head to look at him completely. Her hands rested on his hips. Noah stilled his. There were conflictions dancing in her eyes.

“Would you have been upset if I left with him?”

Jealousy stirred in his gut again. He squeezed her arms a few times. How honest should he be?

“Yeah.”

The words were out of his mouth before he could think. She raised a brow. Her fingers hooked in his belt loops.

“And why’s that?”

He definitely wasn’t telling her the real reason.

“You said it yourself,” Noah shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “We haven’t hung out in a while.” Not a complete lie, but not the entire truth either.

She tugged the belt loops, pulling his hips flush to her. Noah bit the inside of his cheek to keep his groan contained.

“Is that the only reason?”

Her head cocked to the side. He grinded his teeth.

“Tell me Noah. There’s clearly something on your mind.”

Noah couldn’t help the noise he made when she forcefully pulled him closer. One of her hands slid up to his stomach.

“Were you worried for my safety?”

Her hand wandered down to the waistband of his pants, then she snuck two inside, yanking him even closer. Noah choked out a small, breathless swear, his eyes screwing shut. His breathing grew heavy. The ache of his erection was becoming unbearable.

“Were you jealous?”

Yes. “No.” His lie was quick and shaky.

She chuckled, running her fingers along the inside of his waistband. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Noah moved his hands up to the bottom of her neck and carefully grasped .

“I wonder how nicely he would’ve treated me,” she taunted, slipping her fingers past the waistband of his boxers.

Noah’s eyes landed on hers. His jaw was starting to hurt from how hard he was clenching. He felt a thread in him beginning to snap.

“Do you think he would’ve made me cum? Or do you think he would’ve been selfish?”

When her fingers brushed against the tip of his dick, he grasped her wrist harshly. His other hand gripped the back of her neck. He gazed down at her. He was growing tired of her games.

“If you keep teasing,” Noah bent down so they were face to face, “I might do something we’ll both regret.”

Despite how badly he wanted her, her friendship was more important than a quick fuck—but god if she wasn’t testing his restraint.

She hummed, retracting her fingers from his pants. Instead of stopping however, she fiddled with his belt buckle, staring deeply into Noah’s dark eyes. Once it was unfastened, she slowly unbuttoned his pants then raked her nails up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. Noah’s breath hitched when she ghosted her lips over his.

“A girl has needs, Noah, and so do you.”

Her voice rippled through him. She removed one of her arms and trailed her hand back down his body, and back inside of his boxers.

Every ounce of control Noah had snapped the moment she wrapped her hand around his cock. Her touch was like fire, sparking and igniting a deep desire inside. He crashed their lips together, his tongue immediately searching for and tangling with hers. There was nothing friendly about the way he kissed her or the way she stroked him. It was all pent up lust, a fantasy that he never dared to entertain.

Noah gripped her hips roughly, thrusting himself into her hand, urging her to work quicker. She tightened her grip, causing him to moan in her mouth. The hold she had on his cock was unrelenting, it almost hurt, but damn if it didn’t make him ache in a different way.

He broke their kiss, his mouth immediately finding her neck. He bruised the skin with harsh bites. She moaned each time, almost as if she was asking to be marked. Her moans turned to whimpers quickly.

“Fuck, Noah.” She whined when he bit down hard, suckling the same spot. Her hand left his cock and threaded her fingers in his hairs. Noah missed her touch, but took it as an opportunity.

Noah pulled away from her neck and crouched down. He lifted one of her legs, one pushed up the hem of her dress, the other hand slid up the length of her leg until he reached her thong. He pulled it down, leaving her fully exposed under her dress, then threw her leg over his shoulder. A pleasure filled gasp fell from her mouth as he licked into her. Noah couldn’t help his own moan as he tasted her. He lapped at her like a dog who’d never had a drink of water.

She tangled all her fingers in his hair and pushed his face further into her cunt, grinding against his mouth. Noah let her guide him where she needed him. He dared a look up at her. Her jaw was slack and her eyes were closed tight. Her lipstick was all over her mouth, which meant it was all over Noah’s. He could see traces of it on her neck. The color accentuated the bite marks and bruises he left nicely.

She bit her bottom lip when he sucked and tongued her clit. He thought about sticking his finger inside, hoping to feel her as she came, but didn’t. His mouth was working just fine. Her grip on his hair tightened, her thrusts against his face staggered. She held his head in place as she came into his mouth with a loud moan. Noah slurped everything she gave him. He licked her through her orgasm until she stopped shuddering. Noah gave her little time to recover before he was standing and tugging the front of her dress, pulling her towards him.

“We’re not done yet,” he growled, opening the back door.

Noah guided her around the door and carefully shoved her to the back seat. He quickly lowered his pants enough to comfortably free his dick before crawling in after her and slamming the door shut. The space was cramped, barely enough room for just him, let alone for them both, but he didn’t care. He needed release and more importantly her.

His mouth found hers again, kissing her more feverishly and ravenously than earlier. He hoped she liked how she tasted just as much as he did. His hand tugged at the neckline of her dress, causing a few threads to crack with the force. He moved his lips to her breast, kissing and nipping what skin he could. He trailed his onslaught to her neck. Noah grabbed his throbbing cock and pressed the tip to her clit then slid it to her entrance.

“Condom or no condom?” He whispered in her ear. She awkwardly hooked her legs around him.

“I want to feel you when you cum.”

Noah nearly did just that when he slid in, reeling from how easily she took him.

“Fuuck.” He groaned.

Her hands slipped under the back of his shirt then she dug her nails in, clawing at his back. He pounded into her with force. Skin slapping skin and her cries were all that could be heard in his car. His lips found hers again and he all but shoved his tongue back into her mouth. Their teeth clacked together and their tongues mashed against some another’s. It was wet, sloppy. Noah could feel saliva on his face.

He needed more of her, somehow some way. He couldn’t get enough. Noah slammed into her so hard, he swore he felt the car move. She cried out. He stared down at her, pure ecstasy splattered across her beautiful lipstick stained face. Water welled in her eyes. He stilled his hips.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m more than okay.” She replied, wrapping her legs around him as best she could. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Her eyes rolled back as he slammed into her again. Tears trickled out of her now closed eyes. Noah hated when she cried, but he loved that it was because of him, that it was because of how good he was making her feel. He pressed his thumb to her clit, causing her to choke a pathetic whimper.

“Fuck I love that sound.” Noah growled. He nipped her jaw, eliciting another whine from her. “Cry more for me, baby.”

And she did just that. Mascara and eyeliner started running down her cheeks. Her nails dig into his back, scratching the ever living shit out of him. He was certain she broke skin.

“You’re so fucking pretty crying for me.”

“Noah.” She sobbed breathlessly.

Noah groaned then attacked her neck again with his mouth. There would be so many bruises on her tomorrow. She would probably give him an earful, but he didn’t care. Each bite drew more sobs and moans from her. It only egged him on further, desperate to hear more from her. He loved hearing her say his name.

“I bet he wouldn’t have made you scream.” He spoke between bites.

The thought of that man touching her intimately angered him. That man didn’t deserve her. That man wasn’t worthy of tasting her or the wonderful feeling of her pussy. This was all for Noah and Noah only.

Mine, Noah thought, over and over again.

Mine.

“Mine.”

His thumb circled her clit faster. The sounds emanating from her almost pushed him over the edge. Her choked high pitched whines grew louder and louder. She sounded beautiful crying out in pleasure.

“Noah.”

The quiet moan of his name as she climaxed was his undoing. With one final thrust, he came with a groan. He bit down hard on her neck, suckling the skin and licking over his mark. His dick pulsed as her cunt milked him completely.

Noah didn’t pull out right away. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, letting himself soak in the moment because this would probably be the only time this would ever happen. The scent of her perfume mingled with the smell of his breath. He could smell the beer he had earlier and her arousal.

There was no way he could pretend this never happened. He could never forget the feeling of being balls deep in her pussy.

He was so fucked.

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Request: Can I pls request an Ominis Gaunt x fem Slytherin reader who is part of the Black family and is the niece of professor Black. The two have been best friends since childhood but have also been in an arranged marriage since before they were born. At school, Professor Black often teases the two, as well as Sebastian. They argue that they are just friends but they both have feelings for each other. It all changes during Christmas break when Ominis mother sends him an owl saying that him and his fiancé are to stay at the Gaunt Manor over the break. Ominis is reluctant but y/n convinced him that everything will be fine and that they should go. When they arrive at the manor Ominis parents and siblings greet y/n saying how much they have missed her. During their stay, Ominis confesses his feelings to her and they finally get together. 💕

request by: @levis-dilutedbleach

word count: 5.2k

CW: ominis’ family (i feel like they need a warning), violence, fluff, gramatical errors (maybe), hurt/comfort? maybe? (idk what the tags would be <3)

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! And ofc i related it to taylor swift. bc i think i’m just branding my blog this way. sorry. love you.

pairing: ominis gaunt x f!slytherin!reader

“Did you get number 4 yet? I don’t understand the question.” Y/N looks at Ominis, her eyes pleading a bit.

Ominis nods curtly, his slender fingers still grazing his book. Y/N stares at Ominis, for a moment, before sliding her chair over to look at his parchment.

Ominis closes his eyes, breathing in Y/N’s perfume. Lavender. He let himself get lost in her for a moment. The proximity to Y/N was intoxicating. He hears a chair scrapping away from him, the scent going with it.

“Thank you,” Ominis can hear the smile in Y/N’s voice.

“Do you have any plans today? I heard Sebastian say something about practicing spells in the Undercroft.” Y/N asks Ominis, watching him intently. Ominis’ eyebrows furrow.

“I believe he mentioned it, yes,” Ominis pauses for a moment. His breathing a bit shaky. “Would you like to accompany me?”

Y/N thinks for a moment. While yes, she does want to spend time with Ominis, she doesn’t enjoy the constant teasing from Sebastian. Or the teasing from her uncle, Professor Black, whenever she and Ominis are in the halls.

“I don’t want to intrude-”

“You won’t be.” A small smile graces Y/N’s lips.

“Well then, I shall accompany you.”

After studying for a couple more hours, Ominis collects his things, helping Y/N get her things together as well. Before Y/N can pick up her books, Ominis takes them into his arms. Y/N began to protest before Ominis started walking, not giving her a moment to disagree with his actions.

Y/N and Ominis walk into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower, making their way to the secluded, odd clock. Ominis and Y/N fit into the lift, lowering them to the ground. The lift creaks and Y/N opens the gate, the metal grating against the brick.

“Hey, Ominis… and Y/N. Didn’t know you’d be joining us today.” Sebastian walks over to the pair. Y/N looks to Ominis for a moment before turning back to Sebastian.

“Yes, I hope that’s alright. Ominis asked if I liked to join.” Sebastian smirks. That same stupid damn smirk.

“Well, don’t let me stop you.” Y/N takes her books from Ominis’ arms. She walks over to a plush lounge chair she conjured at the end of last year. Y/N sets her pile of books down taking the one off the top. Advanced Charms.

‘Great’ Y/N thought to herself. She looks over to the boys who are deep in conversation before they start taking their robes off. Y/N stands, walking over offering to hang them up. Sebastian throws his at her, bending down to re-tie his shoes. Ominis gently hands his robes to her, placing his hand atop hers.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Ominis gives her a warm smile while heat rises in her chest.

“Mhmm.” That was all she could muster to say. She walks over to their makeshift coat rack and hangs up their robes, brushing out any wrinkles they might have. Sebastian’s clearly more of a mess than Ominis.

When Y/N resettles herself on the chair, she starts reading where she left off in the library. She hears the boys shuffle for a second before she notices Ominis rolling up his sleeves. She blushes to herself, trying to force herself to look back at her book, but finding herself entranced by Ominis toned forearms. Her gaze moves lower, to his hands. She knows she’s staring and she knows she should stop, but something about the way he grips his wand when he’s about to duel. She feels her body grow hot before Sebastian sends off a few spells at Ominis, to which he dodges.

Y/N breaks her gaze, allowing herself to cool off as she reads about the Aguamenti Charm.

‘It provides the user with a jet of clear, pure water, and shoots it from the tip of the caster's wand.’

‘If only it were holy water’ Y/N thinks to herself. Fanning her face from the heat of the Undercroft. While it was normally quite cold, Sebastian has a rather clear fixation with fiery spells.

“I yield! I yield!” Y/N’s head shoots up seeing Sebastian now on the ground underneath Ominis. Ominis, bending Sebastian’s leg in a way that it should not be going.

Ominis stands and brushes himself off, before lending a hand down to Sebastian.

Sebastian takes Ominis’ hand, jumping back up.

“That’s not fair. We said no tackling.” Sebastian said, pouting.

“I believe we said that last duel, not this one,” Ominis replies. Y/N stifles a laugh, knowing Sebastian was going to be all grumbly over his loss.

“Okay, let’s go again. No tackling,” Sebastian turns to Y/N. “And no ogling!” Y/N rolls her eyes but feels that familiar heat rise to her cheeks.

“I wasn’t ogling,” Y/N mutters, almost certain neither boy could hear her.

“It’s alright if you were, Y/N. I don’t mind someone seeing Sebastian’s defeat.” Ominis answers. It was rare when Ominis would gloat. However, he knew his strengths. Y/N remembers the first time she saw Ominis beat Sebastian in a duel. He was quite proud of himself but ever the gentleman, he wasn’t one to brag. However, now, he did it just to get under the freckled boys skin.

“Let’s just go again.” Sebastian brandishes his wand.

“As you wish.” Ominis, says calmly.

The boys continue to duel, this time, no tackling and no ogling. Y/N kept her eyes glued to her book. Her eyes scan the words, but not processing a single one.

‘I wasn’t staring.’ She thinks to herself. She doesn’t dare look up from her book when she hears Sebastian yell a few curses.

“Do you yield?” Ominis has Sebastian cornered.

“Like hell I’ll yield!” Sebastian sneers out.

“Have it your way.” Ominis’ calm demeanor doesn’t change. Even when he sends a fiery blast of Confringo at his best friend.

‘Deprimo. Used to blast holes into the ground.’ Y/N’s eyes are ripped from her book as she feels a sharp pain on her shoulder and yells. She tries to look down at her shoulder, which she can tell, is now bleeding.

“Y/N!” Ominis rushes over to Y/N, holding his wand to her, scanning the damage. His hand gently holds her face while he casts a quick spell, seeing if she was harmed anywhere else.

Sebastian starts rushing towards Y/N before Ominis casts Depulso at him, sending Sebastian flying into some barrels. His hand never leaves Y/N’s face.

“I have some wiggenweld. Just a moment, please.” Ominis digs in his pocket, removing his hand from Y/N. She sighs, missing the warmth of him. He finds the potion before opening it and having Y/N tilt her head back to take it. He pours it into her mouth, caressing her face once again, sliding his thumb back and forth holding her chin. Once she swallows, he plants himself in front of her, between her knees. One hand on hers, the other on her cheek.

“Are you alright?” Ominis asks, his voice quiet, nervous almost. The wiggenweld helped reduce the pain, along with the bleeding coming to a stop. The wound started repatching itself.

“Yeah! I’m fine!” Sebastian yells, standing up and dusting himself off.

“I didn’t ask you.” Ominis’ voice was never full of malice. Maybe not until now.

“I-I’m alright.” Y/N manages to say, not used to Ominis sounding angry. Not unless he was discussing his family. Even then, he sounded pained, not mad.

“See, your fiancée is fine.” Sebastian’s voice is almost teasing.

“No thanks to you.” Ominis places his wand on the lounge, bringing a hand up to Y/N’s shoulder and the other back to her face.

‘Good’ Ominis thinks to himself moving his fingers along the smooth skin of Y/N’s shoulder.

“Breathe,” Ominis says and he nudges Y/N slightly, indicating he was talking to her. She lets out a shaky breath.

“Well, I should go back to the common room. Don’t want to get in the crossfire, again.” Y/N says, glaring at Sebastian. To which he glares back at her.

“I shall walk you,” Ominis says, standing up to help Y/N stand. He takes a step back, offering his hand to her. Y/N takes it gracefully and hands Ominis his wand back. Ominis helps Y/N to her feet before taking her books off the lounge.

“But we weren't finished-” Sebastian starts before he gets cut off.

“We concluded the duel when Y/N got hurt.” Ominis starts walking to the gate of the Undercroft, Y/N following in toe. Ominis takes his robe off the rack, placing it gently over Y/N’s shoulders.

“Oh, Ominis, I’m alright-” Y/N begins to protest before Ominis interrupts her,

“Your shirt is cut, I would feel better if you were to have my robe.” Y/N just nods and looks at her feet. Ominis enters the lift and as Y/N does she sends a quick Rictusempra at Sebastian, causing him to double over in forced laughter.

Y/N smirks before feeling the lift rise, leaving the other Slytherin to deal with the effects of the spell.

The walk back to the Slytherin common room was fairly quiet. Some students were still mulling around, but not many. Y/N finds comfort in Ominis’ robes, wrapping them tighter around herself in the cold, damp dungeon hallways. When they arrive at the common room, the snake crawls up the wall, revealing the passageway. Ominis notions for Y/N to walk in first.

‘Ever the gentleman.’ She thinks before stepping into the room, descending the staircase leading to the main portion of the communal area.

“Do you want me to bring these to your room?” Ominis quietly says.

“Oh, I can take them.” Y/N places her hand on the stack of books, Ominis’ grip doesn’t relent.

“It’s really no problem.” He smiles at her.

“Well, if you insist.” Y/N walks to her dorm room, opening the door for Ominis to enter, he waits for her too. She rolls her eyes before stepping through the threshold.

“If you could place them on my desk, that would be lovely.” Y/N takes her shoes off, happily getting rid of them.

“Of course,” Ominis slides the books onto her desk before turning back to face her. “Are you sure you’re alright? I can take you to the Hospital Wing if needed.”

“Ominis, I promise, I’m okay,” Y/N takes a step towards Ominis. “Oh, before I forget…” Y/N unclasps the robe and before Ominis places his hand on Y/N’s.

“Uh… y-you can keep it. I’m sure you look better in it than I do.” Ominis’ fingers graze Y/N’s engagement ring. Y/N trains her eyes on his fingers. Focusing on the delicate touch they leave behind as he begins to fiddle with the ring.

Y/N thinks back to a time when everything seemed simpler. Before she was “technically” engaged to her now best friend and for sure not crush, Ominis Gaunt. Before she understood the weight of not being able to choose who she was going to be with for the rest of her life. Before her heart was taken by the boy in front of her.

Their first meeting was rather… odd. Ominis’ mother was nothing short of kind to Y/N. Which now, after hearing all the things she’s done to Ominis, she thinks less of her. Marvolo, Ominis’ brother, was quick to tease the two, despite him also being engaged to someone he didn’t choose. However, whenever Y/N was around, everything seemed… brighter. Ominis would engage with his family, Marvolo would be tolerable, and Y/N’s mother would stop complaining.

Now… everything was different. She knew she was going to marry the Gaunt. His last name carrying an amount of notoriety that she wasn’t entirely comfortable with. However, he seemed okay with leaving the name behind.

‘When did we get so close?’ Y/N thinks to herself. Ominis’ face was so close to hers, she could see every beauty mark, every dimple, every imperfection. Not that he had any. She barely noticed how he was now holding her hand, cradling it almost. She was too enraptured by his beauty, not only internally but externally too.

Ominis runs his fingers over Y/N’s slowly, feeling one of his family’s heirlooms on hers. A gift he had once given her. While they had been engaged since before either were born, she wasn’t required to wear a ring. Ominis could hear how people talked about her. Beautiful, smart, ambitious, talented.

Ominis wasn’t necessarily possessive, or at least he believes he’s not. So, he got the ring from his Aunt Noctua and proposed. Y/N wasn’t overly emotional when he proposed. He had to propose in front of his family so Y/N more so had to act like she was excited. Y/N’s mother was more excited than Y/N was. The Black family aren’t necessarily making waves with anyone but they were certainly influential in the wizarding society.

The Gaunts had been friends with the Black family for years. So when Mrs. Gaunt got pregnant the same time Mrs. Black did, it was the perfect opportunity for the families to conjoin.

Ominis’ hand slowly travels up Y/N’s arm, leaving a burning trail behind. He brings his hand to her face, slowly moving his thumb around her quickly blushing face.

A throat clearing made them jump away from each other. Y/N wrapped her hand around one of the poles on her bed and Ominis bringing his hand to the back of his neck.

“Hi Imelda…” Y/N pushes her chest out trying to look confident and her voice wavering slightly. Imelda lays on her bed on the other side of the room.

“Black. Gaunt.” Imelda eyes Y/N up and down, not bothering to look at the boy between them.

“Well, I should go.” Ominis scrambles out of the room quickly. Y/N and Imelda watch him go. As soon as he’s out and shuts the door, they hear his footsteps retreat down the iron stairs.

“So… just friends still?” Y/N picks up a throw pillow before tossing it at Imelda.

“Shut up.” Imelda cackles before she and Y/N start talking about their day.

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Weeks go by, snow falling harder at the encroaching holiday season. Sebastian, Ominis, and Y/N sit together in the Great Hall.

“Sebastian, can you pass the pumpkin j-” The trio is met with the familiar caw of the Gaunt owl. Noctua, affectionately named by Ominis, honoring his aunt.

An envelope, wrapped around Noctua. She lowers herself to the table, in front of Ominis.

“Hello, love,” Ominis says, bringing his hand to pet the owl for a moment. Noctua’s ruffling her feathers. Ominis carefully takes the letter off of her, a small bit of thin rope coming off with the letter. Noctua walks onto Ominis’ arm before he raises it, helping her take off.

Ominis’ fingers move across the back of the envelope, feeling the crest of the House of Gaunt. His eyebrows furrowing and a frown evident on his face.

“Family?” Y/N says quietly, placing a comforting hand to Ominis’ arm.

“Yes. I’m not particularly excited about whatever they want.”

“Do you want me to read it?” Y/N offers, placing her hand on the letter.

“If you could, thank you.” Ominis lets go and Y/N takes it. Carefully, she breaks the seal of the envelope. The letter isn’t particularly long which is slightly unusual for the family. She flipped it over and casted Revelio, hoping the spell would reveal some kind of hidden script, but no such luck. Y/N clears her throat before starting.

‘Dear My Good Son Ominis,

I expect to see you and your fiancée, Y/N over the Christmas break. Her family is not able to host her this year, so we are going to at the Gaunt Manor. Please bring warm clothes along with anything Miss Y/N may need.

Warmest Regards,

Mother’

“Well, I suppose I’m not staying with my family over the holidays,” Y/N says, disappointed. She didn’t dislike her family. They are more than tolerable. However, she doesn’t see the reason she must stay with the Gaunts and not at Hogwarts.

“We can stay here… or… or go to Feldcroft with Sebastian.” Ominis gives options, but Y/N just shakes her head.

“No, no. It’s quite alright. We can go to the Gaunt Manor. Maybe… maybe it’ll be fun.” Ominis’ hand finds Y/N’s and she gives him a comforting squeeze. Sebastian clears his throat but the two don’t pull apart.

“If you’re having a terrible time, you can always come join me and Anne.”

“Thank you for the offer, Sebastian. I’m sure everything will be fine though.” Y/N waves Sebastian off with her other hand.

“Yes, it seems my family tends to be… kinder… when you’re around.” Ominis lifts Y/N’s hand to his mouth and kisses it. He lets go and goes back to his meal. Y/N is still after he kisses her hand. A blush made its way to her face faster than a golden snitch. Sebastian seemed too engrossed in his meal to point out Y/N’s quickly reddening face.

“It’s settled then.” Y/N smiled, bringing her fork to her mouth.

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“Are you cold? Did you forget your gloves?” Ominis’ voice rings out in Y/N’s ears.

“A bit, yes and it appears I did,” Ominis frowns before taking his gloves off and putting them on Y/N’s hands.

“But now your hands will be cold, Ominis.” He holds out his arm for her to take, which she accepts. She places her other hand on his arm, bringing him closer to her for added warmth

“Better, yes?” Y/N’s face goes scarlet and stutters out,

“Y-yes. Yep. Better.”

“Lovely.”

The two walk through the gates of the Gaunt Manor. There’s a light snowfall. Y/N keeps taking quick glances at Ominis, his cheeks glowing from the cold. The air is crisp and bites at the couple's cheeks. The courtyard is surrounded by tall, ancient trees that are now adorned with a layer of powdery snow. The tree branches sway gently in the wind, causing snow to fall from the branches and create a serene atmosphere.

In the center of the courtyard, a beautiful fountain stands, now frozen over and covered in snow, giving the impression of a snow-draped sculpture. Its water spouts are now quiet, frozen in place by the cold. The snow-covered ground is a beautiful contrast of white and dark stone, with a few patches of greenery poking out here and there.

The buildings surrounding the courtyard are stately, with tall and imposing stone walls. The snow adds a beautiful accent to their already impressive architecture, creating a peaceful and idyllic winter scene. The stairs are slippery but with the hold they have on one another, they stay upright.

Y/N politely knocks on the door before placing her hand back on Ominis’ arm. The door swings open to reveal Marvolo, Ominis’ older brother.

“Y/N! Lovely to see you!” Marvolo exclaims, rushing the couple inside.

“Marvolo, how are you?” Ominis moves behind Y/N, having her shrug off her coat for him to hang up.

“I’m well, I’m well. How is Hogwarts? Are you still planning on being a professor?” Y/N giggles at the excitement of the older brother, who’s normally a pain.

“I’m not entirely sure yet-”

“Are Ominis and Y/N here?” Ominis’ eldest sister comes sliding into the room, wrapping her arms around the younger girl. The sister pushes back slightly to get a better look at Y/N.

“You look so beautiful! Oh, Merlin, I haven’t seen you in ages. You’ve gotten taller!”

“It’s been ages, it’s lovely to be here. Thank you for having me.”

“Of course. Let me go get Mother, I’ll be back in a moment.” The sister drags Marvolo out of the room to help search for their mom.

“Oh, darling, let me help you. Your tie got all crooked.” Y/N stands in front of Ominis, readjusting his tie. He takes her hands and slides the gloves off, placing them in his coat pocket before placing it on the coat rack.

“Are you alright?” Y/N whispers, her face close to Ominis’.

“I am. I’m glad you’re here.” He smiles. While, yes, he is happy she’s here with him, he does wish it were under different circumstances. Not the ones his family placed on him before he had a choice. He wishes he could bring her here as his girlfriend, not as his chosen wife. He wanted them to develop feelings over time. Now, more than anything, he’s worried she hates him for what his family has put upon them. If she did hate him though, she had a funny way of showing it.

“Well, I’m glad I’m here too. It’ll be fun. Right?” Ominis nods, not finding any words to answer her question. He raises his arm to her once again, her casually finding her place next to him as if it didn’t make Ominis’ heart beat out of his chest.

“My dear boy! Y/N! So glad you made it alright. The weather was absolutely horrible this morning. Seems you brought the sun with you.” Ominis’ mother beams at the two. Y/N can tell that she clocked the two standing close next to each other and looks more than pleased.

“Oh, yes. The trip was rather scenic.” Ominis’ mother brings Y/N in for a tight hug before moving to her son. She wasn’t a very affectionate woman but Y/N did seem to bring out a side of her that Ominis wasn’t used to.

“I’m sure, I’m glad the carriage found you both well. Did the coachmen help with your bags?” Ominis’ mother turned around snapping at a few house elves to fetch everyone some tea.

“Yes, they took them for us.” Ominis sits down, bringing Y/N down with him. He moves his hand to find hers. It wasn’t intentional, just being home reminded him of so many awful things. Of everything really. He knew his hearing would start to give out if he thought about it for too long. Y/N kept him grounded, her thumb making its way back and forth across his hand.

He’s not sure how long he’s sitting there. His hand in hers. It feels right and he knows it's right. Her giggle, the way he can hear her smile, hear her blush. The way she never stops comforting him even when she’s being bombarded with a million questions.

He felt Y/N stand and pull him to his feet. He followed her like a lost puppy. Her scent enraptured him. She made him feel safe. Even when he knew he wasn’t. The Gaunts were not people you could feel safe around. He came back to reality when the scent of lavender got lost with the scent of dinner.

Ominis pulls out Y/N’s chair for her. He then slides into his own chair, moving it as close to her as he can, not wanting to bring attention to it but needing to be near her.

Dinner, truthfully, couldn’t have been slower. Ominis was thankful for the attention to not be on him, and for Y/N to be so quick to answer. Every now and then Y/N and Ominis’ hands would brush by. Y/N knew she was blushing but she hoped everyone would just think it was because of the attention she’s receiving.

“Thank you for the dinner. I’m going to wash up and head to bed if that’s alright. Today was just a lot of traveling.” Y/N smiled and stood up, taking hers and Ominis’ plates to the kitchen.

“Of course! Marvolo will show you to your room.” Marvolo stands and ushers Y/N down the hall.

The room is dark and moody, with heavy curtains covering the windows, casting the room in a dim light. The walls are painted a deep, rich forest green and adorned with ornate patterns.

The bed is the centerpiece of the room, with a grand, four-poster bedframe made of dark wood and draped with luxurious fabrics in dark grays and greens. The bedding is piled high with plush pillows and soft, heavy blankets, creating an inviting and cozy atmosphere, despite its exterior.

The room is decorated with antique furniture, a wooden dressing table with a large mirror, a high-backed armchair, and a matching set of drawers with intricate carvings. The windows are framed with heavy drapes, adorned with tassels and fringes, which can be drawn shut to create a sense of privacy.

The lighting in the room is soft and warm, with lamps and candles casting a golden glow throughout the space. The room has a fireplace, adding warmth and comfort to the ambiance.

In the corner of the room, there’s a record player, one Y/N had brought over a few years ago.

“If you need anything, please let us know.” Marvolo flashes a quick smile before stepping out. Y/N goes over to her bags, noticing Ominis’ on the bed as well.

‘Great. This is so great. I’m… happy.’ She forgot about how she has to share the bed with the Gaunt boy every time she stays here. Even when they were younger. It’s become more comfortable now. Y/N thinks back to a time when she woke up with Ominis’ arm around her. She wanted to indulge herself, fall back asleep, but she wanted to save him the embarrassment in case he didn’t mean to do that.

“Love, are you… decent?” Y/N giggles at Ominis’ choice of words.

“Yep, come in,” She turns around and sees the door open, Ominis walks in and makes his way to the bed.

“I’m just going to shower real quick, I hope you don’t mind,” Ominis shakes his head. He hears her footsteps begin to retreat before he quickly grabs her wrist, moving to her hand. His fingers finding it’s way to his aunt's ring once again. They stay there for a moment, Y/N’s eyes studying Ominis’ face. Trying to get any sort of understanding from what's happening.

“Ominis?” Her voice is quiet.

“Thank you, for being here. I think you just make everything better by just being around. No, sorry. You do make everything better by being around.” Y/N’s face breaks out in the familiar heat once again.

“Oh, darling, you know I’ll always be around for you. Always.” She pulls him in for a hug, to which he reciprocates. Her hands slide into his hair, scratching his scalp and sending shivers down his spine. Ominis breathes her in. Wanting to get lost in her for as long as he can.

“Can we just stay here a moment?” Ominis’ voice comes out a bit shaky, afraid of her answer.

“Always.” She places a kiss on his cheek before settling her head against his chest, letting her arms drape around his neck. He keeps his arms around her waist, holding her as tight to him as he possibly can without hurting her. That is until he feels her pull away slightly.

“I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to make you-” He gets cut off by feeling her lips press against his. Just as fast as they were there, they’re gone. Y/N’s eyes try to read his face and she bites her lip, waiting for him to say something.

Anything.

“Ominis, I-” Before Y/N can continue, Ominis’ mouth is on hers, it's as if time stands still for them. The pining, the fingertips brushing, the shared nights. Their embrace is passionate, yet tender, as if they are savoring each and every moment. The electricity between them is palpable, their bodies pressing against each other as they hold on tightly, unwilling to let go.

Their kiss is filled with a mix of intensity and tenderness, as if they are trying to convey all the emotions they've been feeling for so long through this one act. Ominis’ hands pull Y/N closer as her hands get lost in his hair. They've both been waiting for this moment, and the anticipation has been building up for so long that it's almost overwhelming. It’s dizzying. Their kiss is filled with longing and desire, yet it's also filled with a sense of relief and contentment.

As they finally break apart, their foreheads rested against one another as they try to catch their breath. They know that they've finally crossed a threshold and that their lives will never be the same again. They hold each other tightly, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, and knowing that they will never have to be apart again.

“Uh, I uhm… I kinda like you, Ominis.” Y/N manages to say once she gets her breathing fairly under control. While it’s not exactly what she was feeling, she felt as if she needed to say something.

“If I can be honest, I think I’m in love with you.” Ominis steps back slightly, taking Y/N’s hands in his. He slides the ring off her finger before getting down on one knee.

“I know we’ve done this before, however, then I didn’t have the right words to say to you. I didn’t know how to tell you that I am in love with you. I believe I was then as well, and now, it’s only grown. You’ve been there for me when I couldn’t be for myself. You talk to me as if I’m anyone else, yet, I feel special whenever you talk to me. Your aura is intoxicating. I find it hard to not be near you. The moment you leave, I lose a part of me. I long for the moments when you’re near me again. I think I was okay with our arrangement in the past couple of years because I knew, even if you hated me, I would be yours. I didn’t care how much you didn’t want to be around me because I knew my heart would still belong to you. Maybe it was pure destiny that we are to be wed. Maybe it’s dumb luck. But if I get to spend the rest of my life with you, I would do it. I will be whoever you need me to be. I’d leave my family behind. I’ll go wherever you want. I just want to be with you, love.”

Y/N’s eyes swell with tears that immediately pour over, she pulls Ominis up from his knees and kisses him softly.

“Will you be mine?” Ominis whispers against her mouth, holding the ring in his hand still.

“Darling, I was always yours.” Ominis breaks out into a smile before pulling Y/N into a kiss again. He slides the ring onto her finger before bringing his hands to her hair, tangling it. Y/N brings her hands to his chest before she feels his tongue slide into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Ominis pulls back suddenly.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Ominis!” Y/N not used to hearing Ominis curse. “What?”

“I owe Sebastian 100 Galleons.”

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 8 months

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🎧Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🎧

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🎧Bless my current muse...🎧

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see below who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

Masterlist is under the Cut...

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach.

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

~Please DON'T ask me to tag you in a series that you've never 'liked' or 'reblogged'. It's just kind of rude. Also, don't ask for an ETA on the next chapter.~

*Blog Header, Cover Art for fics, Masterlist Header/MDNI 18+ Banner, Support/Reblog banner and Masterlist Dividers made by me in Canva*

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silentglassbreak · 30 days

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(Photo credit to @darling-millicent-aubrey’s post)

Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

We made it. We fucking made it. The end of Leena and Noah’s story. It’s been a rollercoaster. The special, surreal story that this has become blows me away. To think that I started this with a broken heart and a silhouette of an idea.

Thank you to my regular, dedicated readers. Thank you to those who gave me feedback of any kind. Thank you to the friends I’ve made because of this story. For those of you who checked on me during this difficult time of my life.

Every last one of you reading this. Thank you. After writing notes: I'M NOT CRYING MY EYES ARE SWEATING. For the love of God, listen to the title song the entire time. I hope you like it. :)

Warnings: Fucking marshmallow fluff, my guy

Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12 @poisongirl616 @missduffsblog @reidsblessing @malerieee @jilliemiw86 @thisbicc @xx-like-a-villian-xx @diabolicdiatonics

Part 12 - If I’m There

Two weeks. We had two weeks. Were we trying to figure it out? No. Were we talking about it? Nope. Were we acting as if the last six months had almost never happened?

Pretty much.

Mileena and Addison had all but moved back home with me, their things making their way back little by little every day.

‘I don’t want to annoy Lauren, her and Nick are living together now and she needs space!'

‘I just need a few things, I promise I’m not planning on crowding you.’

‘I can always move back into my place once the tenants leave. It’s no big issue.’

Yeah, I shot that one down pretty quick.

I was constantly reminding Leena that my girls being home made me happier than I had been all year, but she continued to be insecure and refused to believe me. Despite my reassurances, she still insisted that she would not assume I would forgive her for what she put us through this year, and that she still had making up to do.

Interesting perspective, given I had long forgiven her, and was now enjoying my days more than ever. I could write music with a clear head, I ate dinner with my daughter every night, I slept next to my best friend.

She had lost her mind entirely if she thought I was letting this slip away again.

I found myself thinking of her while I perused the grocery store, grabbing not only mine and Addison’s favorite snacks, but hers as well. Sour Punch Straws, blueberry bagels, and snack cheese. When I walked to the check stand, the bouquet of flowers stared at me, daring me to get them for her.

Was it too much? We hadn’t agreed we were back together. I was afraid to spook her. Was getting her flowers too forward?

But they were orange and black daisies…

So I walked out of that grocery store with her snacks, a can of her favorite flavor of Redbull, and a bouquet of Halloween color daisies.

Wow, I’ve become so fucking soft.

Didn’t matter. Because when I stepped in the doorway, and she came to help grab the bags from me, and she laid eyes on the arrangement in my hand, her eyes sparkled like I hadn’t seen in so long. She wasn’t even a flower person. She couldn’t keep a plant alive for longer than a week. But seeing the smile playing on her lips, I knew she was swooning back from the gesture.

Smart fucking move, Sebastian.

Our day passed easily, moving through motions fluidly while tossing small smiles at each other. We cooked dinner in the kitchen, singing and dancing to Addie’s favorite movie soundtrack (currently Moana), while she squealed in her high chair and bounced to the tune.

Bathing Addison was back to being a team effort, given she was trying to climb out of the tub every few seconds. I roared out laughing when Mileena slipped and fell on her ass into the water, soaking her sweats. She promptly pulled me in after, ensuring to spread bubbles over the top of my head. Addison watched on in wonder, not even understanding the fireworks exploding right in front of her.

At night, though? That’s when we felt it most. After the baby was asleep, and we had to exist alone together, the awkward silences always fell between us, leaving us to giggle nervously and go about our own business.

It was in those moments I would finally get a second to ask myself, where were we? Where does this leave us? Does she still want me? Was she feeling as elated as I was? Or was this all a temporary arrangement?

She changed into dry clothes, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping idly though Netflix for something compelling enough to play. She stepped out of the closet, stopping short in front of me.

“So, what are your plans?”

I quirked an eyebrow, eyes still fixed on the TV. “Plans?”

She leaned a hip on the dresser, folding her arms. “Yeah, like, what are you going to do with the rest of the night?”

Shrugging loosely, I set the remote down and looked at her. “I haven’t decided yet. Probably watch a movie.”

Chewing the inside of her cheek, she nodded slowly. “Okay, that sounds nice.”

What a strange conversation. It felt so forced.

“What about you?”

I could see her mind thinking behind her eyes. Words wanted to come out, but she wasn’t letting them. Eventually, she visibly gave up on whatever internal battle she was having.

“Ugh,” She sighed heavily. “I’ll probably just hang out.” And she began moving toward the doorway.

“Hey.” I called after her and she turned her head to look at me. “Want to hang out together?”

Existing together didn’t have to be hard. I watched the TV, catching up on One Piece, while she sat cross legged across the couch, laptop perched on her legs, chewing a Sour Punch Straw. We had been like this for an hour and a half.

The longer we sat here, the more I could feel myself burning to be closer to her. The distance between us just wasn’t working for me right now.

Her eyes were scanning the screen, clearly enthralled in whatever she was reading, as told by the way the corner of her mouth was pinched up in a small grin.

Disregarding the anime, I slid my body over to her, sprawling flat on my stomach and leaning my head near her lap.

“Whatcha reading?” I propped my head on the palm of my hand.

Her eyes flickered to me for a moment, and a sheepish grin crawled over her.

“A blog.”

My eyes tried to wrap to her screen, but failed given the angle. “About what?”

Considering for a moment, she gave me a look painted with mischief.

“About you.”

My eyes popped open. “Me?”

She cackled. “Not the real you.” This only confused me further, my face screwing up trying to figure out what she meant. “You ever had a Tumblr?”

I sat up then, crossing my legs in the same fashion as her. “When I was fifteen, maybe?”

Her giggles were uncontrollable. “Well, it still exists, and Laura asked me recently if I had ever looked to see how much fanfiction was written about you guys.”

My brain clicked into place. “You’re reading fanfiction? About me?”

She leaned back leisurely. “Some of these are very intriguing. I find it wildly entertaining.”

“Like what?”

Leena smirked, scrolling on her screen. “Well, there’s one on here that is crazy popular, about you falling in love with the lead singer of another band. I’m only four chapters in, but it’s actually really good.” She clicked on a link, a GIF of myself when my hair was long and pulled up in a claw clip popped up on the screen. “And this is one of the more tame ones.”

This piqued my interest. “Oh? How bad does it get?”

I watched as she slipped a little further into her hoodie, mildly embarrassed.

“I may or may not have found a large amount of smut written about you.”

My eyes bulged then, and my hands snatched the laptop off of her.

“No fucking way!”

I began scrolling, but her hands were grabbing at the laptop. She was shrieking at me to give it back while stopping to laugh. “Don’t Noah! You can’t read your own fanfiction! That’s some kind of crime against physics or something!”

I chuckled, lifting the computer out of her reach while she clawed at me.

“Why? Because it would break some kind of dimensional third wall?”

She continued her efforts while I chuckled at her.

“That or it’s extremely humiliating!”

“Worth it.”

She began climbing over me in her attempts to reach the laptop, which had me laughing even harder.

“Don’t drop my computer or I’ll kill you!” She growled at me. The threat resembled something you’d see in a cartoon, given how much smaller she was than me.

Still, somewhere inside me, I didn’t exactly doubt it.

“Only if you read me some of the dirty stuff.”

Her mouth fell open and eyes bugged out. “Excuse me?”

Lowering my brows, I brought the laptop closer to her reach. “Read me some smut about me.”

Her hand finally grabbed the edge of the computer, pulling it away as she fell back on her ass on the couch.

“Absolutely not.”

I made a show of pouting my lip out, and gave her my best rendition of sad puppy eyes.

“Please? I’m so fucking curious.”

She waved me off. “You’ve got a computer, read it yourself!”

I then narrowed my eyes and licked my lip. “That’s not as fun.”

She scoffed, sitting back, and smiled precariously. "Not happening, perv."

I rolled my eyes. "You are so boring."

Her tongue darted out between her lips and she scrunched up her nose to mock me. I took the opportunity to catch her off guard, tackling her around the midsection back onto the couch. This caused a small squeak out of her, and her hand quickly shelved the laptop on the coffee table. I sat up on my knees, straddling her waist, and stared down at her menacingly.

"You should know better than to make fun of me."

She pointed a finger while looking up at me. "You called me boring!"

Smirking, I lifted both hands, mimicking claws. "Now, say sorry for being a brat."

Her mouth fell open in disbelief. "I'm the brat? You're the one getting mad because I won't do what you want."

Without warning, my hands came down to grab at her sides, squeezing and tickling mercilessly while she shrieked, squirming underneath me.

"Noah! Stop it!"

My tongue caught between my teeth, I continued my attack, hitting all the right spots. "Nope. Not until you say sorry."

Breathlessly, she tried to speak. "I'm- fuck!" Her back arched off of the couch, pressing hard against my crotch, as she did all she could to get away from me. "I'm sorry!"

My hands stilled, and I squeezed her hips tightly. "Thank you, princess."

She caught her breath, chest rising and falling while she stared up at me, eyelids crested.

Just like that, the air was thick. It came screaming back to my attention that we hadn't touched each other, or even been this close, since the night we fucked after dinner, in this very spot. By the look I saw sparkling behind her eyes, she was realizing the very same thing.

My fingers still pressed into her sides, I lowered my face to reach her, pressing my nose into the side of her neck and nuzzling gently. I heard the slightest giggle escape her, and I let my hands wander up her sides. Laying myself down beside her, I let my lips begin dropping soft kisses on the skin just behind her ear. My arm, now laid across her stomach, felt the hard breath she exhaled.

Her hand fell on my arm, fingers gripping me and pulling me tighter against her.

Mileena turned her face to look into my eyes, and gave me the smallest smile I may have ever seen. My chest swelled, and I pulled her toward me, pressing my lips against hers gently. She reciprocated the kiss, lazily rolling to her side and tucking herself comfortably against me.

How long we stayed this way, limbs entwined and mouths connected, I'll never know. I only knew that it was so warm, and so sweet to have her hard pressed into my soul, and not preparing to run at any given moment.

Once we finally broke apart, I truly believe that we both were so comfortable, and so content, that we ended up dozing off wrapped around each other.

"Noah?" I could barely hear her voice over the spray of the shower.

"Yes?" I'm certain my words were muffled, as I was scrubbing soap over my face.

We had woken up, stiff and backs sore, about twenty minutes ago, still on the couch. The only way to loosen my muscles was with a boiling hot shower, so I allowed myself while Leena brewed the morning coffee and we waited for Addison to wake up.

"We need to talk."

The words struck a cord so deep inside me that I felt every bone in my body crack ever so slightly. My hands halted on my skin, and the water poured off of me. Thirty full seconds of silence followed, so I finally responded.

"About?"

"Us."

Fuck. She was going to run. She'd become so God damn flighty.

I turned the water off, despite that I still hadn't washed my hair, and swung the curtain open to see her standing, arms crossed, staring at me with deep brown eyes mimicking a doe crossing a highway. She looked me up and down, maybe lingering a fraction of a second longer on my cock.

I grabbed the towel from the rack, and waved a hand at her. "Okay, what do we need to talk about?"

Blinking a few times, she stepped back to give me room to climb out of the shower.

"Well," She cleared her throat. "I've been thinking," I could see the nerves radiating off of her in waves. "we need to decide what we're doing."

I cocked an eyebrow at her after shaking my hair out. "We do?"

This drug a sigh out of her. "Yes? We can't live in limbo forever."

"Define 'limbo', because I thought it was pretty clear." I was taking a chance with my choice of words, but I was going to run with it.

"Clear? I'm kind of living here again, we had sex, we made out for like half an hour last night, but..." She trailed off while following me to the closet.

"But...?"

I disappeared into the open closet. "But," She paused, and I imagined that she was making her frustrated face. "we never resolved anything."

"What do we need to resolve?" I pulled my Henley over my head. "I thought we both made a solid effort to grow from the whole thing."

"Okay, but the original issue-"

I cut her off as I popped out of the closet. "Was Rachel. And she's obviously been dealt with." I pointed to her. "You made sure of that." I smirked, and I saw a slow blush creep up her neck.

"Rachel wasn't the issue. Or the whole issue." She was sitting on the dresser now.

"Alright, so let's talk about it." I dropped down on the edge of the bed, and put my palms up in the air, opening the floor.

She leaned back against the wall, hands folded in her lap, and looked down to the floor. "If we get back together, I don't know how to do this." She shrugged. "The touring, the being alone, all of the girls. It's a lot, Noah."

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, chin on my hands.

"I feel like I could lose you at a moment's notice. What if you meet someone out there on the road? Someone better? That won't be sitting at home tying you down?"

I just shook my head. "Mileena, I don't want anyone else. Or anything else. You, Addie, and Angel. That's it for me. I don't need anything else."

"I know you say that, and when you do, I believe you. My mind just wanders when I'm at home. It starts with the thoughts, small and ridiculous. But then they grow. You forget to call, or I see a video of you talking to a girl. Then my mind goes wild, and I just don't know how to deal with it. It's maddening." She scrubbed her hands over her face. "It makes me feel insane."

"Hmm," I perused this. My brain was racing, trying to figure out what I could do to reassure her. "I offered to quit."

Her eyes popped open. "No. Absolutely not. I wouldn't allow it."

"Why not?"

"Because, Noah. As much as I love being with you, and would kill to have you all to myself all of the time, I love you too much to see you quit the one thing that makes you that kind of happy." She stared at me, no ounce of falter on her face. "You were meant to do this, and I refuse to let you stop because of me."

Well, hard to argue that.

"Okay, so what is it that bothers you most? What is your worst case scenario?"

Leena looked positively defeated when she spoke, which caused a thin fracture to run through my heart.

"That you won't love me anymore. Won't want to come home to me. That I'll lose you."

"And what can I do? What will show you that it's just not fucking possible?" I begged.

"I don't know. I don't think anything can."

How did we get here? We were so unified. A solid, strong, bulletproof team that could take on anything. And without much effort on either part, we had shattered like glass. We were broken. Our love had fragmented, and even if we tried to keep it together, I just couldn't get the fucking pieces to stick.

Unless...

I jumped off of the bed, the idea sparking through me as a bolt of lightning. It startled her, and she gave me a concerned look.

"I've got to go somewhere." I grabbed my shoes from their place next to the bed.

"What?" I could see the look in her eyes, as if I just swept the rug from under her.

I stopped as I began to brush past her, dropping a hand on her shoulder.

"I'll only be gone a little bit. Back by dinner, I promise."

Her mouth fell open. "Noah, I didn't mean to-"

I clapped a hand over her mouth, forcing her to stop.

"Shhh, nope. Stop. Not right now. I promise, we will finish this conversation, just not right now. Not today."

Releasing her mouth, I bounded out of the room, and trotted down the stairs.

"Wait!" I looked back up at her, at the top of the banister. "The bounce house will be here in an hour!"

"Have them put it in the backyard."

She rolled her eyes. "My Dad's flight gets in at 7."

"And I will be there to pick him up."

She growled. "Where are you going?"

I threw a wink at her before slipping out of the front door.

"You really think this is going to work?" Nick's voice was skeptical, to say the least, as we walked through the mall. "Leena's not one for gifts, you know."

My hands were in my pockets, my nerves making me rip at the cuticles. "Dude, it fucking has to." I chewed my bottom lip. "Where the fuck is this place?!"

"Relax, dude. It's at the very back of the mall." He walked comfortably next to me. "How did this come up, anyway?"

"Dude, I can't get into it or I may fucking pussy out. Let's just go over the plan again?"

He rolled his eyes. "Laura and I will get to the party twenty-minutes late so Mileena is pissed and distracted. I'll have the 'gift' in the car." He quoted himself. "I'll discreetly go grab it during presents. And after cake, you'll give it to her."

I nodded. "What if she hates it?"

He shook his head, laughing to himself. "I don't know, but if she starts flipping out? I am gone."

A two-year old's birthday party is a weird setting on it's own, let alone on a day like today. Sun shining, slightly chilly, light breeze. Weird day. Scary day. Potentially earth-shattering day.

Attempts to avoid Mileena's interrogations last night after I got home were only successful due to her Dad being there and keeping her distracted. He didn't know what the plan was. No one did. I was going to catch her so far off-guard, I had hoped it would be just fucking good enough to get her to not lose her shit.

It was a risk.

But what's life without a little risk?

"Happy birthday to you!" Everyone in the room chanted as Mileena walked through the dining room, cake lit with two individual blue candles on the cake holding Bluey's face on top.

"Happy birthday dear Addison." I stood to stand behind her, hand on the small of her back, watching the subtle tears pool at the corner of her eyes.

"Happy birthday to you!" Addie was absolutely enamored, eyes wide and two teeth shining brightly in the glow of the flames.

Leena and I both bent down on either side of where she sat in her highchair, and blew out the candles, earning a round of applause from the large crowd gathered in my home, all here to celebrate this sweet little life we had created.

Once the lights came back up, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face while she cut the cake, and placed a thick slice on Addie's high chair. We all watched her smush the cake with her hands, shoveling it into her mouth, as we enjoyed our own pieces.

Folios took it upon himself to pull her out of the chair, and take her in to the bathroom to clean her up. Mileena followed to assist.

I stood, nearly trembling now, watching as various children and a few adults bounced in the inflatable house in front of me, taking up most of my backyard. My mind was being pulled in so many different directions. What if she hated it? What if she screamed? What if she ran away? What if I fucked up, again?

A hand clapped the back of my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Hey, man." Jolly stood next to me, beer in hand, smiling proudly. "Our girl is two now, hard to believe."

I smiled, baring all of my teeth. "Right? Getting too big, too fast."

He nodded, pulling from the bottle. "You good? You seem a little shaky."

"Yeah," I shrugged, trying to even my breathing. "just thinking."

"Not second thoughts, I hope?" Jolly bumped me with his elbow.

"Not exactly. I can't return it. I just..." I trailed off.

"What, man? What are you so worried about?"

I sighed. "I don't know, dude. What if it doesn't work? What if she leaves again?"

Jolly shook his head firmly. "No. She won't."

My head fell back, frustrated. "You don't know that. You don't know her like I do."

Another gulp of his beer down. "I don't, but I know you."

I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Man, no two people look at each other the way you guys do. No man feels guilty for just thinking about another woman the way you did. No woman is willing to sacrifice her own happiness for someone else's the way she was." He glanced back over his shoulder at where she had emerged, setting Addison free to go back in the bounce house.

She looked like heaven. Black plain short-sleeved t-shirt. High-waisted white pleated skirt. Long raven hair falling loosely over her shoulders with just the lightest wave to it. No makeup. Chocolate brown eyes shining in what was left of the sunlight.

That was mine. I needed it. I needed it forever.

"The way you're looking at her now." I was brought back to the conversation with Jolly. "That there?" He pointed with his index finger that held the bottle. "That's it for you, man. Don't second guess yourself."

That was it. That was all I needed.

My feet were pulling me toward her, purpose pushing me every step over the grass. She was sitting in a chair, leaning forward to hear what Laura was telling her from where she sat across the table. She was smiling. Fuck, I'm so weak when she's smiling.

I can do this. I can fucking do this.

"Hey, Noah!" Laura's voice brought Mileena's attention to me, craning her neck to stare, a smile still gracing her lips.

"Hey, you okay?"

I gave Laura a small wave, and looked at Leena. "Yeah, why?"

She smirked, turning her body fully toward me. "You look like you're about to be sick."

I was. Absolutely was going to vomit.

"I'm good, I just need to, uh" I scratched the back of my head, which made her raise an eyebrow. "I wanted to..."

I couldn't look at her, which made her suspicious.

"Noah?"

"Huh?" I finally returned her gaze.

"What's going on?"

Closing my eyes for a second, I took a slow, deep breath, and righted myself.

I can fucking do this.

"Can we talk?" I reached a hand for her, which she took, and I caught the shadow of the look that crossed Laura's face. She had made me, I knew she had, but she wouldn't say it out loud.

Leena stood, following as I led her to the middle of the yard, away from too many prying ears, but still within eyesight of the party.

"What's up?" She was confused, and that was okay.

By this time, we had caught the attention of most partygoers, who I could see whispering amongst themselves and watching. I also noticed the music on the Bluetooth had stopped, no doubt to hear what was happening. Nosey fuckers.

I turned so she could face me, back to everyone else.

"I told you that we would finish our conversation from yesterday morning."

She scoffed. "Now? Shouldn't we wait until everyone leaves?"

I shook my head. "No, because if I wait any longer I might actually explode."

Her head cocked slightly to the side, confused. "I'm not following."

"I know. You're not supposed to. I'm bad at keeping secrets, so it's kind of crazy I managed over twenty-four hours without you figuring it out." I smiled a small, hesitant grin.

"What?"

"Mileena, you said that you were afraid that one day, I wouldn't love you anymore? That I won't want to come home to you, and you'll lose me, right? You remember?" My words were spilling over each other, and she was struggling to keep up.

"Yes...?" She was so hesitant. My stomach flipped backwards. What if it didn't work?

"And when I asked what I could do to show you that wasn't possible, you said you didn't know?"

She just nodded. I grabbed her hands.

"Well," I inhaled a big breath. "I don't know either."

Her eyes twitched slightly, like she was waiting on a startle that never came.

"You don't?"

"I don't." I let one hand go, reaching into my sweatshirt pocket. "But," I ran my fingers over the cube, velvet over the pad of my thumb, before I removed it from it's hiding place. "I've got an idea of where to start."

Her eyes darted down to my hand, and the shock blazed over her face.

"What the fuck is that?"

I wasn't going to let it deter me. We've come too far. I sunk down, as traditional as ever.

"Mileena," My hands presented it to her, cracking it at the hinge, the black, coffin-shaped onyx perched on the rose gold band, encrusted with crystals, on full display to her. "it's not that I can't live without you."

"Holy fuck..." Her mouth hung open, eyes glued to the ring in my hands.

"I have just come to learn that I don't fucking want to."

"Noah," The tears began to form. "what are you doing?"

"I'm making it official. No more questions. No more limbo."

She only responded with a small, breathless, squeak.

"Mileena Jane Richards, will you marry me?"

Silence can be so loud sometimes, but here? In that moment? The entire world was without a single, utter sound.

I stared at her, it was all I could do, as I watched the gears turn. Process what I had just asked. And every passing millisecond, I was sure my heart would explode.

"Yes."

And if you're there, to catch me when I fall, then maybe hell ain't so bad after all.

The End

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fierymiasma · 1 year

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ʚ Keeping his promise ɞ | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Request: Can I request HufflepuffMC x Sebastian, 10 years after Hogwarts? Like they see again in some kind of reunion (they have been writing to each other but not so much) and Seb is like taken back how lovely the MC become and all? If u would like Could u also do the same with Ominis? (Is thats alright with u ofc). I know Im asking much sorry -From omg-edzia-stuff

Summary: It's been a whole lifetime since she's seen Sebastian. Ten years since she refused to speak to him, terrified of the person he was becoming. Years of absolute silence from her, never once opening any of his letters. Now, ten years later, with their class reunion coming up, he can't help but wonder if she had forgotten about their time together.

Sebastian certainly hasn't.

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It was one of their rare moments of peaceful quiet. The winter of their 5th year was fast approaching. The last few leaves of autumn were starting to fall. Sebastian had invited her to the shores of the Black Lake to witness "the best sight of all of Hogwarts" and conjured up a soft blanket for them to sit together. It was either good fortunate (or good planning) that the sun was setting right onto the Black Lake's surface. His Hufflepuff was sitting next to him, bundled up in Slytherin robes that she'd borrowed from him to protect herself from the incoming night chill. He couldn't help but admire how the dying light shone through her hair, giving her an almost golden glow.

"You know after all of this is over, and Anne is back to her usual self, I would very much like to do this again, maybe at the Three Broomsticks, just the two of us, and…under a bit different circumstances."

"Sebastian Sallow." There was a blush on her cheeks. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

Sebastian couldn't screw the courage to look at her in the face. "If you find it agreeable."

Her shy hand found his. "Yes, after finding a cure for Anne, defeating Ranrok, getting all this silly Keepers' nonsense out of the way, and of course, passing our OWLS," Sebastian chuckled. "I would very much like to start seeing you."

Sebastian grinned. For the first time since his sister had been cursed, his heart truly felt light, free of its chains. He was itching to kiss his Hufflepuff, to show her how wonderful she truly was, to suffocate her with his affection. "It's a promise then. A date after all this is over."

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Solomon. Lodgok. Professor Fig. Anne. The unforgivable curses. Ominis…

...A particularly nasty fight that changed the course of their friendship forever…

Sebastian sighed. Sitting by himself once again in the corner of the Leaky Cauldron, he stared at his untouched drink in front of him. They never did manage to go on that date did they? Even after ten years had passed, Sebastian couldn't help but play the memory over and over in his head, like a pensieve on loop.

After…everything that happened, they drifted apart. Her, consumed in her grief of her mentor, now burdened as the last living Keeper of ancient magic. And Sebastian….a remorseful idiot, who lost everyone he loved with just one spell.

He tried. He yelled. He begged. He manipulated. He cried. He pleaded on his hands and knees, for her to give him a second chance. For him to show her who he truly was. He was lucky he supposed, that she didn't just throw him into Azkaban like Ominis and Anne had intended.

To this day, the fear reflected in her eyes still made him want to hurl. How, the most powerful witch of this century, who didn't bat an eye at trolls, goblin generals, or a hoard of dark wizards, feared Sebastian. She was terrified of him.

It was years, years of groveling for his best friend's forgiveness, years of caring for Anne at her bedside, and years of grieving at his family's graves, wondering where it all went wrong. Sebastian hoped he'd changed in the 10 years since graduating Hogwarts. At least, Anne told him he did, but she always had that way of saying things to make him feel better. He hoped he'd change from that vengeful wrathless boy he once was to…at least someone worthy of a fraction of her time.

Finally picking up the goblet of firewhiskey, he tried to find the energy to drink it. It wasn't the first time he got lost in thought thinking about her. He'd become an avid reader of the Daily Prophet, every morning frantically combing through the pages, seeing what next great wizarding accomplishment she'd achieve. What impossibilities she did with the smallest modicum of effort.

Of course, he wrote to her obsessively. His poor owl flying around the globe trying to find her. It always seemed to come back exhausted, with Sebastian's unopened letters in its beak.

Speaking of letters…Sebastian dug Poppy Sweeting's invitation from the confines of his robes. He had been sitting in the Leaky Cauldron for the better part of two hours, half debating on jumping into the floo fireplace and going back home to Anne. Scanning the invitation, he reread the details he had already memorized.

A 10 year reunion of their Hogwarts classmates. At Hogsmeade. Tonight.

He wondered if she would be there.

Mustering up the courage he didn't have as a lad, he threw back his shot of firewhiskey. Slamming down two knuts on the table, he smoothed his dress robes, wondering why he even bothered up to dress up for this whole silly affair. He made his way over to the fireplace. Sebastian hoped he wouldn't regret his decision. Climbing into the floo network, he turned around and declared:

"Three Broomsticks!"

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She worried at her bottom lip, wondering for the millionth time, if this whole thing was a mistake. Merlin, she felt like a schoolgirl all over again. Looking at herself in the butterbeer, she nervously touched at her make up that Natty helped apply on her, smudging it worse than before. She's gotten a fair amount of new scars since Hogwarts. She was by no means that fussy over her own appearance, but…if Sebastian were coming….ugh. Her make up was definitely fully smeared now. The ugly scar on her face was peeking through. Now, Natty was going to yell at her again.

"What if he isn't coming?" She couldn't stop herself from asking her own reflection.

"Oh, he'll be here alright." Imelda answered from behind the former Hufflepuff, throwing her now-long cascading hair back behind her shoulders. "He's a simple man. Any hint of the ‘greatest witch of our generation’ being here at Hogsmeade and Sebastian will apparate here faster than a diriclaw."

The former Hufflepuff blushed heavily. "You know the Daily Prophet makes all it up right? Half of that stuff is just utter rubbish."

Imelda laughed, adjusting the padding on her professional quidditch uniform. "Yes, yes, humble as ever. You haven't changed a bit since Hogwarts."

"Imelda," Natsai Onai, the up and coming auror, appeared at their side. "Help me with the decorations! They're not going to hang themselves!"

"Duty calls." Imelda drawled as Natty swept the quidditch player away.

Alone, she sat next to the fireplace, with nothing but her worry. She couldn't help but speculate if Sebastian had changed at all. She wondered if she'd ever again see the charming, hot-tempered, loyal Slytherin she met at the first day of Hogwarts. He'd all be disappeared by the end of their 5th year, replaced by a darker version of the boy she had fallen in love with. Overcome with grief, she had left Hogwarts and London behind, traveling the world with Natty, far away of any new possible mentions of new Dark wizards in England with wild brown hair and gorgeous chocolate-eyes.

"I’ve always said that travel broadens the mind."

Her head shot up, almost afraid to see who was going to step through the fireplace.

It was Sebastian Sallow. The second the pair made eye contact, he couldn't help but smile. "Well, there's my favorite Hufflepuff."

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She was dazed. She could hardly believe that the man before her today was Sebastian. He had filled in since she had last seen him in 7th year. His shoulders now broad and strong, his arms thick, and bare forearms sun kissed. His face was more defined and masculine, freckles now erupting all over his cheeks. He had expensive well-tailored dress robes that showed off the hard lines of his figure. The only thing that had stayed the same was his wildly untamed hair, looking as soft as the day she first met him.

The biggest change of all were his chocolate eyes. They were no longer cold and harsh. They looked so kind, a couple of soft creases around the edges, warm and inviting.

She stood up from her seat approaching him for a closer look. She couldn't believe he was even real.

"S-Sebastian, hi! Wow, you've….you've certainly changed a bit."

"And you've looked just as gorgeous as the day I lost you."

Sebastian was delighted at the way her skin turned pink. Her blush traveling from her cheeks and spreading to her neck, just like how it used to. It was a lie, in a way. Somehow, the most beautiful girl in all of Hogwarts turned even more lovely. Her body no longer hidden by baggy school robes. She was now dressed in an Adventurer's outfit. Dragonhide, leather straps, armor, and buckles adorned the skin tight clothing. Her clothing gave Sebastian a nice view of her full and very nice curves. Her eyes which used to be so soft and full of hesitancy were now sharp. They were quick and bold, daring her enemies to challenge her.

Of course, the biggest difference was the new (or was it now old?) fading scar that was across her nose. It figured that she of all people would have a scar that only made her look more powerful than ever before. Sebastian couldn't help but want to duel her once again. To have a girl as amazing as her knock Sebastian back on his ass with a few well-placed spells. Their very first duel was still the most thrilling experience Sebastian has ever had.

"How have you been? How's Anne?" she asked.

"She's been well. Wishes, she were here but…you know." He shrugged. "We take it day by day. Some days are better some days are worse."

"Well," she bit her lip in worry, hesitant over what she was about to say. "If you need any help, just say the word-"

"No," Sebastian gently stopped her. "I'm through with asking you to give up everything for me. I might have done it in my youth, but…no longer. You have my word." He chuckled darkly. "Not that it means much given everything that has happened."

Her shoulders softened. "Sebastian, we were both young and quite stupid. Those days are behind us now. I forgave you then, and I still forgive you now. You did everything out of love. I can see that now. What can be a better reason than love to turn to the dark?"

Sebastian laughed, his voice now a deeper rich baritone. "Well, it's nice to know that I still have one good friend by my side."

She hid her face behind her butterbeer. Hoping to get away from touchy subjects, she shifted focus. "What are you up to now?" She asked.

Sebastian spread his arms out, allowing her to get a good look at the emerald green healer's dress robes he was currently wearing. "I'm a healer now. I'm the head of the Department of Irreversible Curses and Dark Maladies at St. Mungo's. It's a new branch, just founded a year ago, by well, me I guess. You, Anne, even Ominis, really inspired me to take a bit of a…different path than the one I was headed on."

She blinked in surprise. Sebastian? A healer? Well, she supposed it made sense. He was always buried in books when they were in school together, constantly researching the next healing breakthrough for Anne. It was no wonder that he managed to pick up a thing or two here and there. "And…that's it I suppose? No more, dark arts?"

"Now, hold on." Sebastian teased. "I didn't say that. I'm the head researcher into the medical dark arts at St. Mungo's. A new subject invented by yours truly of course. There's so much untapped unexplored magic out there, that can be used for good, incorrectly mislabeled or misinterpreted as the dark arts. It's the cutting edge, it can really help our patients with otherwise incurable diseases." He laughed at the alarm on her face. "Don't worry. No more inferi. No more unforgivable curses. No following the advice of a clear lunatic like Salazar Slytherin. Anne is an associate healer on our team when she can make herself available. Half of my projects would be nowhere without her. She keeps me in check, making sure everything I do is by the books. She'll wring my neck if she ever found me even toeing the line of something dangerous."

She felt slightly bad, jumping to conclusions like that. "Sebastian, that's…that's amazing to hear! I'm so glad to know that you and Anne have done so well."

Sebastian took a bold step closer. "Well, you might have been able to hear about it sooner, have you opened the letters I was sending you."

She winced. How could she explain herself? Would he even understand? How broken her heart was after she left Hogwarts. How that sly, cunning boy that she first met had turned into a wicked dark wizard who was a stranger to her. How it tore her to pieces seeing what he became after using the Unforgivable curses. How terrified of him she was looking into those unrecognizable cold eyes. Lately, every time she saw his harried looking owl, she was sent into a panic. All of her life she has only heard bad news. Her parents. Lodgok. The curse of being a Keeper of ancient magic….Professor Figs. She couldn't bring herself to read any of his letters. If, Sebastian Sallow had turned into the new Victor Rookwood, who else but she, the Hero of Hogwarts, would be expected to put down the new threat?

"I'm sorry, Sebastian. I'm a coward." She admitted. "I couldn't bring myself to read your letters. The thought of learning of something awful happening to you. To Anne." She shook her head at the thought. "I couldn't bear it."

Sebastian stepped close, their shoes practically touching. "And I can't bear the thought of you being alone out there. Traversing the world all by yourself, on all your dangerous adventures, without me watching your back."

She took step forward. They were only a breath apart. She inhaled, smelling the rich oak scent and soft cologne that was unmistakably Sebastian. "Things were a lot easier, when I had you fighting those nasty insects in the Dark Forest with me."

"Spiders." Sebastian couldn't help but correct. "Spiders aren't insects."

Her glare had no heat behind it. "I suppose I deserved that one."

Sebastian laughed, wanting more than anything in the world, to wrap her up in his arms. To go all the way back to 5th year where they were sitting together by the lake, watching the sunset.

"You know," he drawled. "I never did take you to that date to the Three Broomsticks that I promised you, did I?"

She blinked rapidly. "I nearly forgot. What, with everything that has happened, that you tried to pursue me during our 5th year."

Well, Sebastian, certainly hasn't forgotten even a second of that night. "Well, what do you say? We're here already. With a lot more friends and a lot less privacy than I planned. Want to make me a man of my words?"

Feeling bolder now that she was older, she stood on her tip toes, body mere inches from his, planting a soft chaste kiss on his cheek. "I have a better idea. Why don't use the very first spell I learned from you, disillusion ourselves, and sneak out of the party. Let's go back to the lake again, just like back in 5th year. We can bring some butterbeer and some of Poppy's pastries."

He couldn't wipe the smile from his face. "You do remember." Wrapping her tightly in his arms, he held her close to his side, casting evanesco over the pair of them.

"I'll follow your lead." He said, as if they were suddenly back in 5th year, about to fight another goblin camp.

She laughed. Her hand found his invisible one, lacing their fingers together.

The bustle and laughter of the party was loud in the Three Broomsticks as friends and family alike reconnected. No one noticed how the large oak front doors seemingly opened on their own to a twin pair of laughter disappearing into the moonlit night.

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oneangstymotherfucker · 11 months

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Another thing that bothers me is the way antis will use the word "coded". Coded is a word for groups that aren't allowed to have explicit representation to use for when authors make something that's obviously for them under the radar. Like queer coded. In kids shows there can also be stuff with coding for neurodivergent characters, and race coding can also be a thing. The idea is authors can't directly do what they want because society is being a dick (like they want to make x and x characters gay or have a Black main character) and so they code it so that people of those groups can still see themselves in it and Understand What They Mean.

So "child-coded" and "family-coded" are not things that even make sense. If the author wanted a character to be read as related or a child they would have simply written them that way! Nothing was stopping them! I respect all headcannons, but you headcannoning someone as a child or related and seeing your own evidence for it is not the same as coding.

Do you know what is coded though? Sebaciel. That ship is so heavily queer coded- in everything from the way the characters are drawn to the age gap to the campiness to the contract, the relationship-that-isn't-a-relationship-because-taboo!

These are classic queer tropes. They are all over the place in queer fiction, especially older queer fiction, to illustrate and emotionally navigate relationships that are considered by society predatory and taboo. Queers have always been painted as predatory. Because when you kicked out your teenage kid for being queer, guess where they went? They found some older queers to take them in. And support them in ways you never could, and see their strengths. And then people would say little Johnny was "seduced" or "taken advantage of" by some "degenerates" and "perverts" because they didn't want to take the blame of putting little Johnny on the streets. (Ofc sometimes im sure there were predators doing this maliciously, but that doesn't mean it was always the case. Not everyone wants to take advantage of people.)

Queer people also tend to have overlapping relationships because of social ostricization. For example, your dating history is your friend group and back in the days of Houses and mentors, your dating history might also have them in it too.

Age gaps are also a very quintessential trope in queer fiction. It makes a lot of sense when you think of how someone whose family life was suddenly cut short (or never really there in the first place) would end up wanting the sort of dynamic where someone was there to take care of them. And again- I'm sure that this was sometimes abused by a handful of people, but it as a fiction and as a desire is part of queer history and has been for hundreds of years. Most people whose parents pushed them aside or actively hurt them end up with daddy/mommy issues! Not everyone of course but a good amount! I want a daddy! I feel so much younger than I am because I am only just now getting to live my life as me!!! So of course i project myself onto and want to read stories about some little victorian boy and his op demon butler!!

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Ciel is very heavily queer coded. He was ignored by his family and then forcibly removed from it (because they died here, ofc) and the fact that he is essentially rescued from his powerlessness, aloneness, from being abused and taken advantage of by Sebastian, who is also very queer coded, ticks a lot of boxes. Then there's the whole messaging of Sebastian being seen as an abusive monster (when he is really quite caring of Ciel) and Ciel being seen as some perverted, broken, godless freak (ey what queers haven't heard those?), the religious implications of "making a pact with a demon" ("you can't be holy because of this relationship! Satan made u gay!!!!"), the victorian setting, the costume choices, the idea of being eaten, hell even the kinky undertones of the power dynamics- there are too many queer tropes to count. Even Ciel's age, when taken metaphorically- someone who hasn't been given the chance to have much experience, who isn't taken seriously, who does not have the social standing of someone who can hold their own against "grownups"- can all be read as coding for someone being descriminated against. Raise your hand if you're queer and have been called 'boy' or 'girl' derogatory/been treated like a kid for no reason!

I'd go so far as to say that most of the reason Black Butler squicks so many people is because the coding is so overt and obvious, but people still take it literally and think it just means "p3dO!1!!!1!". Probably because ya'll stay away from queer history because the Elders reclaimed slurs and that makes u angry lol.

The fact is even if Sebastian and Ciel never "get together", their relationship is still inherently queer and always will be. And quite frankly if it was cannon then it wouldn't be coded anymore it would just be gay. :)

Anyways thats how i feel about coding thanks for comin to my ted talk. x

#sebaciel #proship #queer fiction #queer coded #coding #black butler #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #sebastian x ciel #queer history #im not even halfway through the show yet and i have so many feelings god #yaoi

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plague-of-insomnia · 6 months

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Kuro First-Person Pronouns: Layla & Al

Unlike English, Japanese has many first-person pronouns ( “I”). These often will give you information about the type of person the character is. Are they very feminine or masculine? Polite or brusque? Young or old? Are they higher or lower in the social hierarchy? How close, psychologically, are they to the listener?

It’s not uncommon for one person to use different pronouns in different situations, and that is sometimes the case in the manga, depending on the character.

These ofc get lost in translation and are something I find very interesting. So this series will go through some of the Black Butler characters and show you which pronoun(s) they tend to use in Japanese and what that says about them as a character.

[More about Japanese pronouns]

•私•僕•俺•儂•自分•我•私•僕•俺•儂•自分•我•

Layla | Al : “レイラ” | オレ*

Used By: Young Girls/Children/Adults wanting to sound cute | Casual or Polite: Casual

Used by: Men | Casual or Polite: Casual

[*Also used by Bard and Doll]

I wasn’t going to do a post on Layla originally, since I can barely even use her real name and not call her merely Lolib*tch for attempting to kill my man, but someone mentioned her and “Al,” the other personality inside her, wondering about their pronouns. I got curious, since I couldn’t remember paying much attention to this ~2 years ago when Bard’s arc started.

Lolib*tch has two personalities inside her: Layla and Al.

Layla seems to be the dominant personality, and it’s possible the body is hers (his?). She’s unique as far as the characters I’ve reviewed for this series so far in that she does not use a personal pronoun at all, but instead consistently uses her own name (レイラ ) when she needs to refer to herself.

In other words, instead of saying, “I killed him,” she’d say, “Layla killed him.” In English, this comes off as annoying and arrogant, which is probably partly why the official translation just used “I,” for her, but it has a very different association in Japanese.

In Japanese, it’s common for very young children who haven’t learned to use personal pronouns to use their name instead. So a young kid might say, “Jake wants drink” in Japanese the same way in English a younger kid might say “Me want drink” or “Want drink” bc they’re still learning how to properly use personal pronouns, too.

Because of this association, though, some girls (especially) will copy this because they feel it makes them sound young and cute, like a little kid. It’s possible Yana wanted to tie into this idea with Layla, while also cleverly disguising that she’s actually only one of the personalities in that body. Because Layla as a loli in a manga wouldn’t come off as odd using such language.

However, once Al is introduced, not only does he get a different font, but his manner of speech is very different, including his pronoun. Like Bard (and Doll), Al consistently uses オレ (ore), a hypermasculine pronoun, and his speech aligns with this.

Al seems like a stark opposite to Layla; she’s small and cutesy, he’s much more brusque and masculine. It isn’t clear whose body it is, and whether or not it’s a male body or not. The collie class appear to be all male, so it’s possible Al is actually the body’s owner and Layla is the transplant; we have no way of knowing now.

Perhaps we will see what happens to them when they’re brought back to the reaper HQ.

•私•僕•俺•儂•自分•我•私•僕•俺•儂•自分•我•

This is part of a series. More to come!

•私•僕•俺•儂•自分•我•私•僕•俺•儂•自分•我•

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#black butler #黒執事 #layla #kuro pronoun series #japanese language #first person pronouns #ore #オレ #おれ #俺 #masculine #childish #poi translation #first name as a pronoun #poi og

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bbgem329 · 9 months

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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Twenty Four

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18++. Language. Angst. Fluff. Hollywood is shit. PR relationships. Spoiled brats. Mentions of bullying. Did I miss anything?

Series Masterlist

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May 12, 2021

You practically jumped, completely started, by the sound of the front door slamming. You slid your bookmark into place and leaned forward to set it on the coffee table as heavy steps stomped down the hall towards you.

You very well knew who it was and by the sound of it, they weren’t very happy.

Not at all.

There was barely any time to move your feet before your boyfriend was falling forward over the armrest, his face landing unceremoniously in your lap and his feet hanging over the edge, with a drawn out groan.

“That bud, huh?”

All you got in response was another muffled groan.

You bit your lip, biting back a laugh as your fingers weaved through his ink black hair, “Was the food good at least?”

“Mhmm.”

“Seb.” You rolled your eyes a little, huffing out a little chuckle. “I can’t read your mind. You’re gonna have to give me more than that.”

He lifted his head, “Just give me a minute. Let me lay here for a second and enjoy this.”

You laughed openly this time, fingers continuing their work on his scalp. “Fine. Only a minute though.”

He’d just come from having lunch with Catalina and of course it was a whole, big ordeal. His team hired a group of girls to take a few pictures of them from a few tables over and post them on twitter. The random sightings tended to do better and look more believable than a pap walk.

They really couldn’t seem to fake it or make it look even remotely real when it came to staged photos.

And by they—you meant Sebastian.

It was best to keep it blurry and somewhat candid.

And only one instead of the fifty a walk would produce.

It would save everyone involved a headache worth of embarrassment.

So he’d been required to sit through an entire meal with her. You couldn’t imagine that was very fun, especially not since she was more than a little pissed at him for attending your premiere.

The last two days had been filled with nothing but damage control for Sebastian and his team. Not only had fans absolutely freaked out (in the best way) over his surprise appearance on the carpet but now there were even more rumors flying about your relationship with him after a few leaked photos.

The photos weren’t anything too crazy.

You’d simply posed for a few shots together, some alone and some with a couple other friends, and they’d caught a shared smile. It wasn’t anything intimate—you weren’t kissing or even being overly touchy but you had to admit the way he was looking at you in a few of the pictures…

Let's just say Catalina wasn’t happy.

Not at all.

And fans definitely were on the ball with some of the rumors floating around.

You had no idea his fans would ship you together that hard but it was all they were talking about.

Hence the absolute need for damage control.

They had lunch today. Sebastian commented on another one of her black and white photos yesterday. And you were sure there would be more tomorrow.

“I’m just so tired of this shit.”

You chewed on your lip, watching him closely as he rolled over, finally ready to talked apparently.

“She’s so annoying.” He jutted his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, “Being alone with her is the absolute worst.”

You offered him a sympathetic smile, combing his hair back from his face, “I know.”

“I got quite the lecture today.”

You frowned, eyebrows furrowing, “From her?”

He shook his head, reaching out to grab your free hand in his, pulling it to his lips to kiss your knuckles, “Well, she bitched the entire meal but I meant my team.”

You rolled your eyes, “What now?”

It was the same conversations over and over.

You understand they were in a bind when it came to Catalina. They were just doing their jobs, trying to make everyone happy and appease the spoiled brat at the same time. You can’t imagine it was an easy feat but they didn’t have to always lay into Sebastian.

They didn’t need to always demand he give something up.

Compromise went both ways.

You were sick and tired of Catalina getting her way.

His eyes scanned over your face for a moment, hesitating, “She’s making more demands.”

That didn’t really answer your question and you definitely didn’t like the sound of that.

You shifted uneasily, chest growing tighter with each breath, “Like what?”

He pursed his lips, so much guilt and remorse swirling in those cerulean eyes it made you feel sick. The way he was dragging it out, obviously reluctant to tell you made you anxious beyond words.

You knew whatever it was, you weren’t going to like it. Not one bit.

“Just spit it out.” You snapped, louder than you intended to.

“She is demanding more time here. A few times a week.”

You inhaled sharply, your heart felt like it was trying to claw its way up your throat.

Sebastian sat up, turning to face you on his knees so he could take your face in his hands, “I’m trying to work something out. I’m so sorry.”

Of course.

Of fucking course she was using this to her advantage. She’d been patiently waiting for something to dangle over his head—some sort of leverage to get back into your space and back under your skin.

You shook your head. More to yourself than anyone else.

Catalina was going to stop at nothing to make your life a living hell for the duration of this contract.

The thought of her remaining under the same roof, even if just for a few nights, made you feel physically ill. You already had bile crawling up your throat from just the idea alone, you can’t even begin to imagine what kind of shape you would be in when she was actually here.

“Baby.”

You blinked, eyes finally focusing on the man before you.

Why were you so panicked? Why did you allow her to have this much of an affect on you—this much power over you and your emotions?

Sebastian called your name, voice soft and low, “I’m trying to work it out. There is a lot of discussion and I won’t go down on this without a fight.”

“Sebastian.”

“I know.” He dipped forward to press a kiss to your forehead while simultaneously pulling you into his chest, “I know. I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you about the premiere. I should’ve been more careful and kept my distance–”

“Seb.”

“But I don’t regret it, sweetheart.” He ignored you, rambling as he combed his fingers through your hair and held you against him, “I’m so fucking thankful I got to be part of that for you. That I got to stand by your side and pose with you… I’ve always wanted that—Always wanted you right by my side, holding my hand at premieres and…” He paused, pressing a quick kiss to your head, “And I love that my fans ship us. This is going to make things so much easier when we decide to go public–”

You smiled, wrapping your arms tighter around his torso and burrowing your face against his rapidly beating heart. There was no interrupting this rambling rampage so you might as well buckle up for the ride and enjoy while you can.

“They love us, baby.” You could practically hear the smile in his voice. “They’ve been leaving comments all over social media about how perfect we’d be together and there is massive speculation about us dating in secret. It’s kinda insane. But I love it”

As much as you loathe to admit, you felt the same way.

Honestly, the love and support around your relationship was thrilling and it made you feel like you’d stuck it to her in a way. Like you’d won this round of whatever game she had started between the two of you.

You didn’t even have to try and his fans liked you better. They would always like you better.

You were better.

At acting. At relationships. At being a good person.

It wasn’t necessarily good thinking. You didn’t want to be that person—you hated that she brought out this side of you. It wasn’t nice and it brought you down to her level in the worst way.

“I’m happy that they seem to accept our relationship…”

“But…?” Sebastian added, tilting his head to the side with a raised brow.

“But I don’t want to tick her off anymore.” You sighed softly, “I don’t want her coming after us even more than she already is.”

He nodded thoughtfully, his thumb brushing over your cheek, “I know.”

You let out a heavy sigh, shifting closer to him and wrapping your arms over his shoulders, “I just wish this was over already.”

“Me too.” He mumbled, pressing his face into the top of your head as weaved his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as he sat back, “I’m sorry. I’m really trying to keep the peace—to keep her away from you.”

“It’s not your fault.” You said softly, voice a little muffled by his shirt. “We will do what we have to do to finish this and get it over with. I can suck it up for a little bit.”

He was quiet for a moment, fingers stroking through your hair, “They said if she were to stay here a couple times a week, they would have a couple other people stay with us so we wouldn’t have to be alone with her.”

“Okay.” Was all you could respond with–all you could offer at the moment.

“Okay?” He squinted at you, “Just okay?”

You didn’t necessarily want this but if it made things easier on him, you would do it.

You would put up with her for the next seven months.

Until the end.

You nodded, “Yes. Okay.”

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May 16, 2021

Focus on the page.

Words.

Read the fucking words.

“You’ve read the page like fifty times now.”

Your head snapped up to Sebastian sitting on a couch across from you, a glare already hardened across your face.

“I thought you liked that book.”

Before you could respond the timer you’d set on your phone went off.

You let out a huff, setting the book aside to remove the ice from your ankle but he beat you too. Placing it on the other end of the table before gently stapping your foot back in the walking boot.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly, “And you’re the one distracting me from my book. You and that damn drum stick.”

He threw his head back with a laugh, the sound making your belly flutter.

“I’m just trying to practice.” He breathed out, still laughing a little, “I am trying to take a cool video and post it.”

“What do you mean you need practice?” You giggled, waving a hand at him, “You’ve nailed it. It’s so distracting!”

He smirked, “Why?”

And then he started twirling the damn stick between his fingers again.

Effortlessly too, you might add.

“You know why.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t actually.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to smirk any harder but you were wrong and his lips corked even higher in the corners.

You were going to punch that stupid, sexy smirk right off his face.

You felt your cheeks flame a little as you continued to watch him, his eyes growing hooded and tongue slipping out to skim his bottom lip in a very, very suggestive manner.

He knew what he was doing to you. He knew a little too well.

You snatched a pillow off the couch beside you and launched it full force at him. “Oh, fuck off.” You laughed, “You damn well know you’re hot and that you’re good with your fingers.”

“Oh, I know I’m good with my fingers, sweetheart.” He chuckled darkly, “The way you were moaning my name last night supports that–”

That earned him another pillow to the face, unfortunately he caught it before it made impact this time and threw it right back at you.

“I told you to never bring that up again.” You leaned forward to burrow your face in the pillow, hiding the red creeping over your cheeks.

You’d gotten a little loud last night and by a little, you meant Eli had literally banged on the door, hollering at you both to quiet down and then Sebastian had woken to a text from his manager stating that Catalina had complained about it too.

You were embarrassed.

Sebastian was smug.

And you’d been hiding out in the bedroom for most of the day.

Mostly to avoid Eli and Molly, you really couldn’t give a fuck about Catalina.

In fact, maybe it would help get through her thick head that Sebastian wasn’t interested and he was with you.

“Baby.” He rose from his seat and walked around the coffee table before crouching down in front of you, taking your face in his hands, “I promise you Eli doesn’t care. He hasn’t even said a word to me since.”

You jutted your bottom lip out in a pout, “That’s almost worse.”

He laughed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your pouty lips. “I promise everything is fine. Everyone in this house knows we have sex.”

“If they didn’t before, they do now.”

He laughed again, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “But wasn’t it worth it?”

You couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips even if you tried, “Maybe.”

Sebastian grinned, all smug and sexy, “It definitely was.”

“Mhmm.” You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his.

“Admit it.” He whispered, cupping the back of your head, “Admit it was worth it.”

Your lips barely skimmed his, teasingly, “It was worth it”

He gripped the back of your head and finally connected your lips to his in a hard, desperate kiss. One you reciprocated wholeheartedly, arching up into him as your arms wrapped over his shoulders. Before you even knew what was happening he was pulling you up and tugging your legs around his waist. You clung to him as he plopped back on the couch with you in his lap and deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You openly moaned when his tongue tangled with yours and his hands slid down to cup your ass, kneading the flesh through your thin cotton shorts.

Your fingers tangled in his hair and you shifted your hips forward, grinding yourself against the growing bulge at the apex of your thighs, “Sebastia–”

The door swung open, smacking loudly against the wall.

You scrambled off Sebastian’s lap, fumbling with your hair and tucking your breast back into your tank top.

You shook your head to yourself, you hadn’t even realized that had fallen out.

“Sebbbyyyy.”

Your heart dropped into you gut as you looked up to find Catalina stomping toward you.

“What the actual fuck.” Sebastian hissed, rising from the couch, his hands held out on either side of him, “You can’t just barge in here. Have you ever heard of knocking?”

Catalina shrugged, completely ignoring your presence, her eyes immediately zeroing in on the obvious bulge in his black shorts, “I texted you I was coming in.”

He followed her line of sight, immediately reaching up to snatch the pillow off the couch and hold it over his crotch, “That’s not how it fucking works. Get the fuck out, dude.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not a dude.”

“Oh my God.” He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked up at the ceiling, his eyes clenched shut, “What the fuck do you want?”

You pulled your legs up to your chest and then pulled the blanket over your shoulders, suddenly feeling very exposed and raw.

This was one of your new problems since she’d started staying here. Catalina didn’t know or understand the term boundaries.

Or she just didn’t give a flying fuck about respecting them.

You were sure it was the latter.

“Two things,” She plopped down on the couch across from you, making herself at home, “When are you going to post your video? They said I could comment on it.” She leaned forward, stealing a strawberry from your bowl of fruit and you had to resist smacking her hand away and maybe her plastic face too, “And why aren’t you going to award thing tonight? Everyone is talking about how your friend Andew is going.” She crossed her arms over her chest, “Why are we not going, Sebby?”

“His name is Anthony.” You spoke up, tone harsher than you intended it to be, “Not Andrew.”

Finally she looked at you for the first time since rudely barging into your room and if looks could kill there was no doubt you’d be six feet under, “Was I asking you? No.”

“Do not speak to her like that.” Sebastian snapped, he took a hold of her elbow and gently pulled her from the couch, “You need to leave. They way you barged in here was inappropriate and if it happens again, you won’t be allowed to stay here any longer.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” She whined, yanking her arm from his hold and crossing her arms over her chest with a dramatic stomp of her foot. “I’m not leaving until you answer.”

You watched with a baited breath as Sebastian stormed over, grabbing his phone from the coffee table. He typed at the screen, his frustration evident in the clench of jaw. “There.” He tossed the phone back on the couch, took her elbow again, guiding her towards the door, “I posted the fucking video, go comment to your hearts content.”

“But what about the award–”

“We don’t do red carpet events, Catalina.” He grit out through clenched teeth, “It’s in the contract. So even if I went, you wouldn’t have gone with me anyways.” He paused, breathing heavily, “You will not attend any events with me, ever.”

You’re sure he didn’t mean it as harshly as it had come out. Or maybe he did.

She needed harsh if you were being honest. She really couldn’t take no for an answer and needed it spelled out for her more times than not.

“It’s good press.” She hissed, stopping at the door, “For both of us.”

“No, it’s not.” He gave her a gentle push into the hallway, holding the door so she couldn’t slop back in, “And I have an early shooting tomorrow and didn’t feel like going, not that I owe you any explanation. You don’t get to be a part of my life, Catalina. I do the stunts and show up when I’m needed. I’ve told you I don’t want to interact outside of that and you need to respect that decision. If you need something or have questions, go through my team.”

With that he slammed the door shut in her face and locked it.

“You okay?” You asked softly as he approached.

He fell back on the couch beside you with a heavy sigh, “Are you?”

You shifted, crawling into his lap, “I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, reaching up to run his knuckles across your cheek, no doubt noticing the unnatural flush there, “I should’ve locked the door. I didn’t think she’d do that.”

You shook your head, “It’s not your fault.”

“This is going to be a long summer, isn’t it?”

You chuckled a little, wrapping your arms around his neck and sliding back in the position you were in before you were rudely interrupted, “Probably but at least we have each other.”

“Mmmm.” His nose brushed against yours, breath hot on your lips, “Should we talk about his more?”

You nodded a little, eyes fluttering as his hands found home on your ass, “Maybe later.”

“Okay.”

He crushed your lips to his and you picked up right where you left off.

Everything Catalina could wait.

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pillow-anime-talk · 1 year

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make out session with albert.

request: hello there! could i maybe request albert moriarty with a male reader getting caught in a make out session by his brothers or moran? it’s alright if it gn reader too tho- if you don’t write x male reader

# tags: scenario; secret current relationship; hot romance; fluff; a bit of comedy; wet kisses; suggestive

includes: male reader ft. albert james moriarty & sebastian moran in the background {kny}

author’s note: sorry, anonnie, that you waited so long :( and ofc, i also write for male readers!

It was a very quiet night; though the sky was dark and full of stars, it was one of the warmer nights of that terrible March. You and Albert were at your favorite cafe that day, like every Friday. Your weekly meetings have become something of a tradition since you started dating. Although at the beginning your relationship was purely friendly and without major obligations, you have been in a full-fledged partnership for three months, not only in a relationship existing out of human curiosity.

Until now, you’ve spent Fridays and Saturdays at your apartment if the opportunity arose, but tonight, due to bad weather, Albert took you to his house, which was much nearer than your small place in the middle of the city.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” The man asked as soon as you crossed the threshold of the great house (or rather villa) of the Moriarty brothers.

“Well...” You looked at him with a slight smirk as you took off your shoes. “Since you’re asking...” You added cheerfully, hanging your brown coat on the hanger.

“Then I’ll suggest a ham and vegetable sandwich or a cheese and tomato omelette.” He also responded by taking off his outer clothes and shoes, and then together with you he went to the saloon, and next to another, slightly smaller room. “I can also make fried fish or eggs benedict.”

“Omelette sounds very delicious.” You admitted smiling slightly and your partner nodded.

“So go to my bedroom and get some clean clothes, then come back to me. We will eat supper together and drink some hot tea with honey.” He instructed you and you nodded this time. However, before you went to the dark-haired man’s bedroom, you approached him for a short while, snuggling into his rain-scented body and clothes. A few seconds later you looked into each other’s shiny eyes and connected your lips in a light but long kiss.

The tenderness you showed each other very quickly turned into a lustful act; Albert’s hands were on your hips and you wrapped your arms around his warm neck, pulling him even closer to you. You just wanted to get into his skin and feel its pleasant softness and taste.

The kitchen got warmer, and a drop of saliva ran down your chin. For almost half a minute, you didn’t break even an inch from each other, all the time touching each other’s bodies and faces, as well as hands and hair.

Only after a while (which for you was a pleasant eternity) did you both hear a light cough combined with laughter and you immediately turned to the source of the noise. Your cheeks blushed almost immediately, and your eyes turned to the painting hanging on the wall, showing a woman in a green meadow.

“...It’s okay, I only came for water and an apple.” Sebastian laughed once again as he walked towards the small refrigerator. Albert forgot that both his younger brothers and also Sebastian with Fred were at home for the weekend. “Albert, I didn’t expect this from you, but don’t worry. I’ve had plenty of experience with men too, though not as hot as yours. Remember about the long foreplay so that it doesn’t hurt. Have a nice night, guys.”

After a short monologue of the black-haired man, you both awkwardly scratched your head or chin.

“I’ll just go to the bedroom...”

“... Maybe... Let’s skip our supper. I’ll make us breakfast tomorrow morning...” Your lover whispered and you nodded.

“Good idea.”

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measuredingold · 10 months

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to be in love and to be loved

chapter one: firsts

authors note: hi and welcome :D this is a lovechild me and a friend went down a rabbit hole with and... here we are! was so inspired by @the-way-of-words's polyverse that i couldn't help but create my own. i hope you all enjoy and feedback is appreciated! p.s. please be kind :) don't like it, don't read it! thank you.

pairing: noah sebastian x ofc x nicholas ruffilo

masterlist / cross-posted on ao3

word count: 8.1k (it's a doozy)

cw: depicts of anxiety/anxiety attacks, mental health struggles, 18+ (minors do not interact.)

Noah remembers the first time he met Naomi. It was brief, but it stuck with him.

It was at a random house show he had played with his old band. It was crowded, way too fucking hot, and he remembers being so overwhelmed after their set that he had to make a run for it. He found himself outside, the cool breeze washing over him, and he finally felt like he could breathe for the first time all day. His back met brick and he leaned his head against it, eyes fluttering shut. He just needed a moment to himself, to breathe, and to feel like the world wasn’t as scary as he thought it was.

He loved playing music. He kind of liked being in a band. It’s all he ever wanted to do, all he ever dreamed of since he was 13. It’s really fucking cool sometimes, but there’s still times when it’s gets to be too overwhelming. Sometimes he gets on stage and feels like the world is slowly starting to cave in on him and swallow him whole, like the world is actively working against him. When this happens, though, he’s able to look out into the crowd to find Nicholas to try and come back to himself.

Unfortunately, tonight was not one of those nights.

Nicholas had been putting in more hours at the shop recently, growing his cliental. Don’t get him wrong, Noah was proud of his best friend. So incredibly proud, but at times like this he really fucking missed him. He feels his stomach turn at the thought of the other, but he doesn’t dwell on it for too long.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

The voice next to him almost makes him jump out of his skin, eyes springing open and he turns body to stare at whoever the fuck just scared the shit out of him. His rapidly beating heart calms once his eyes land on the stranger, soft eyes staring back at his wide ones.

It was dark outside, but she’s close enough to make out the features on her face. He tries not to stare, really, especially with her concerned gaze on him but he can’t help it. He can tell her eyes are a shade of brown he thinks, maybe hazel, and her full lips are pulled up into a sheepish grin. There’s a faint blush on her cheeks, whether from makeup or embarrassment, but he’s quickly learning that he likes it.

A lot.

Her hair was long, a slight curl to it, and it looked dark. A dark brown, or maybe even black, and he watches her push a loose strand away from her face and behind her ear. His hand twitches as the thought of doing that himself crosses his mind for barely a second but he clears his throat, mentally shaking that image away.

“Shit.” He eventually says, hand coming up to rub at his chest. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry.” She replies, lips dipping down into a frown. “I really wasn’t trying to scare you. I just, uh, saw you run out here and wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

Noah eyes her as she reaches into the pocket of her jacket, pulling out a pack of Newports and a lighter, silently offering him one. He takes it.

“Did you follow me?”

He doesn’t miss the way her head dips to hide the embarrassed smile on her lips. She lights the cigarette that’s now in between his fingers and he brought it up to his lips, inhaling the smoke for a few seconds before blowing it out.

“Maybe.” She says, taking a long drag from her own cigarette. “It might just be the mom friend in me but the second I saw you run out I knew something was wrong, and no one else seemed to check up on you, so…”

With a shrug of her shoulders, she takes another long drag. Noah’s silent for a moment, her words settling into his mind, and he blushes this time. A stranger has never really cared enough to ask him if he’s alright, or even noticed the internal struggle he’s having with himself. Most of the time if people do ask if he’s alright they’re also asking for something in return, and as his eyes roam over her, he can tell she’s not like that.

Something twists from deep inside him.

“Um,” Her eyes meet his and he has to clear his throat. “Just been on edge all day, I guess. Not sure the reason why I freaked out there towards the end.”

“Anxiety is funny like that.” She snorts out a soft laugh. “There doesn’t have to be a reason. Your body and mind are always working against you no matter what.”

He nods. “It definitely feels like that sometimes.”

“My therapist always tells me to close my eyes and count to ten.”

“That’s it?” He snorts. Noah sees her roll her eyes, but her lips are slightly curled at the ends.

“And to take deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Try to think of something,” She eyes him for a moment before continuing, “or someone that calms you down.”

He takes another drag as her words settles into his mind. It seems like the most obvious thing – close your eyes, think of something to calm you down, take deep breaths… it’s fucking obvious he should do that. It’s not like he’s never heard it before, he’s certain Nicholas told him the same thing a few times.

He thinks of a time where Nicholas had helped him through one of his episodes, remembering the one night where the other curled up behind him and rubbed his back in slow circles, telling him to breathe through his nose and out through his mouth. His shoulders relax at the thought. Huh.

“I’ll have to try that next time, I guess.”

He glances down to find Naomi staring at him again, her hand reaching out for him to take.

“I’m Naomi, by the way.” Another smile, this time less embarrassed and more soft, friendly. “You were sick up there tonight. Don’t think I mentioned that yet.”

Noah’s heart starts racing the second their hands touch, but this time it’s not panic induced. Or well, maybe caused by some type of panic because what the hell? His are much larger than hers, which was a given, but he can’t stop from staring at how his hand practically engulfs hers. He doesn’t even realize how long he’s been holding on until he notices Naomi cock an eyebrow up at him. He clears his throat.

“Oh. I’m Noah.” It’s his turn to blush and he drops her hand, shoving his into his pocket. “Sorry. Head’s kind of still fuzzy, but um, thank you.”

“Oh, of course. Yeah.” She looks skeptical but doesn’t comment any further. “You probably wanna be alone, huh? Sorry for bothering you with all my therapy talk. Just thought I’d share some knowledge.”

He stares at her for a moment and he’s not sure why, but something inside of him is begging to tell her to stay, to ask for another cigarette. He doesn’t, though, actually he says nothing at all. Instead, he watches her throw her cigarette down to the ground and stomp on it, shoving her pack and lighter back into her pockets. She looks up at him and smiles, and he gives her an awkward one back.

"I'll see you around?" She's already walking away from him and gives him a tiny wave, a hopeful look on her face.

I hope so.

All he can do is nod, swallowing down the lump in his throat as she walks back inside the house and gets lost in the packed room of bodies. He purposely ignores the way his stomach rolls once she's out of view.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there for, letting the cigarette burn out in his hand, before he decides to pack it up and head on home. Nicholas is already asleep by time he gets there, and he gets ready for bed as quietly as he can, memories of tonight floating through his mind.

And once he’s in bed and he lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling, he dreams of soft smiles and even softer eyes.

…

The next time Noah meets Naomi, it isn’t the most ideal situation. He’d tell you that it was actually really fucking embarrassing.

He fucked up on stage that night, more than once, and his bandmates don’t hesitate to let him know. He swallows down the anger and disappointment in himself, fingers tapping against the top of his thighs as he stands in silence while they basically dog on him. He missed a queue, fucked up a note, tripped over his damn feet on stage… the list goes on and on. By the end he can practically hear his heart pounding in his ears, face red from embarrassment. He noticed his breathing was beginning to already get jagged, and he clenches his hands into fists.

He needs to get out of here and fast.

He mutters out a quiet “Sorry” before he pushes his way through the crowd of people, not bothering to even look for Nicholas because he knows he’s not here. Told him earlier in the day when he was leaving for work, a disappointed frown on his lips. Noah can’t forget the way his stomach dropped and how upset he had been in the moment, but now is more than happy that Nicholas wasn’t here to witness the fucking shit show that had went down.

He goes out the back, trying to avoid as many people as he can and their extremely concerned glances. He finds himself back at the same brick wall from weeks ago and practically collapses, leaning back against the wall. He pulls his legs up to his chest and rests his forehead against his knees, eyes squeezing shut.

Everything feels like it’s too much. He can feel everything around him, from the way the wind sounds to the way the ground sounds underneath people’s feet walking near him. The grass beneath him even feels different and he feels like he needs to claw his way out of his skin.

He can’t breathe. He needs to go home.

“Noah?”

It sounds muffled, everything around him does, and he’s pulling his head up slowly from his knees to blink up at whoever called for him. He blinks twice before it finally registers with him that it was Naomi, and the look on her face has him wanting to claw at his skin again. She looks so… worried, like she actually cares that he’s having the worst possible time and wants to make sure he’s okay. It doesn’t make him feel better. He doesn’t say anything, instead presses his lips together and tries to breathe through his nose and out his mouth to calm himself down.

It isn’t working. Of fucking course.

She’s kneeling down in front of him but at a safe distance, keeping her hands to herself as she gives him a once over. He sees her gaze drop to his hands and watches her lips dip down into a frown. He looks down himself and notices that they’re shaking, and it takes him another moment to realize he’s actually shaking all over. He swallows.

Shit.

“Hey, look at me.” He blinks at her again and she gives him a timid smile. “Remember what I told you last time? Breathe through your nose, out through your mouth?”

He nods. “Tried. Not working.”

His voice sounds rough, like it’s not even his. Naomi pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth and chews on it gently before settling down in front of him, crossing her legs.

“Come on, sit like me. Cross your legs and lean your head back against the wall.” It takes a moment but he’s slowly crossing his legs under him, head leaning back against the brick wall. “Good. Is it alright if I touch you?”

He never likes to be touched when he’s like this, only ever letting Nicholas, but he finds himself nodding. He doesn’t even hesitate. She gives him a smile, relieved, and reaches forward slowly. Her fingers wrap around his wrists, pulling his arms towards her, and his entire body physically shakes when he feels her thumbs brush over the insides of his wrists. Naomi doesn’t comment on it.

“Close your eyes for me and keep breathing like I told you, yeah?”

And he does. He spends a few minutes focusing on his breathing, counting to ten before he breathes out each time. In, out. In, out. In, out. In, out. In, out. She doesn’t stop rubbing his wrists, brushing circles on his skin as she sits quietly. A good ten minutes pass before his eyes slowly open, his heart pounding slightly less than it was before. He feels like he can breathe in wholly now and not like something was stuck in his lungs like it has been for the last hour or so.

He finds Naomi staring at him, soft hazel eyes and an even softer smile, never once stopping her movements. “How’re we feeling?”

“Better.” He manages to get out, swallowing. “Not good but… better.”

She frowns. “Do you want me to stop? This usually helps me during an attack, but everyone’s different.”

“No.” It slips past his lips before he can even think about it and he’s shaking his head repeatedly, heart rate picking up again. “Don’t leave. Please.”

Her fingers grip his wrists, putting slight pressure against his skin. “Hey, look at me. I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m staying right here. For as long as you want me to.” A pause. “In through your nose, out through your mouth, Noah.”

She coaches him through it, mumbling that same phrase every couple of seconds until his chest has stopped heaving and he was breathing normally again. Not once did she let go of him or stop rubbing circles against the inside of his wrists, and after a few minutes it was the only thing Noah could think about.

Her touch was soft, not too rough, and every so often she’d press down ever so slightly. Like a reminder that she was still there and that he was okay. With one last breath, Noah’s eyes flutter open.

She smiles. “You did such a good job.”

For some reason his cheeks heat up at that, skin feeling like it’s on fire but in the best way possible. He tries to smile back in response, but it falls short into something more awkward and she giggles. Naomi gives his wrist another squeeze before she releases his grip on him, and his heart drops.

He didn’t want her to let go.

"Do you need anything?"

Noah can barely think, exhaustion entering his body. He hated when this happened especially the aftermath because all he felt was exhausted. His bones felt like they weighed ten tons and all he wanted to do was crawl into a ball and never wake up. He shakes his head and pulls his legs back up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees and resting his cheek against the top of it.

"Can you... do that thing again? With my wrists?" He says in a small voice after a solid minute of silence.

Naomi looks shocked, eyes widening just a bit before she nods and reaches out to wrap her fingers around his wrists again. He lets out a breath he had been holding when her thumbs begin to rub circles against the inside of his wrists, applying slight pressure every so often.

“Do you get like this a lot?” She asks quietly. He shrugs.

“More recently, yeah.”

A silence falls over them, but Naomi doesn’t stop her movements. She pauses her thumbs to scratch her fingernails over the inside of his wrists gently and it’s enough to make him shudder, eyes falling shut at the feeling. For some reason it was actually helping, whatever anxiety he had been feeling before suddenly vanishing.

“Do you have anyone to help you when this happens?”

“Yeah.” He opens his eyes now and picks his head up to rest his chin against his knee. “My roommate – well, my best friend. Nicholas. He uh, he helps, but he works a lot now so sometimes I just deal with it on my own.”

Their eyes meet and Naomi’s lips press together, thumbs pressing against his wrists again.

“Have you ever talked to anyone about it? Like… a therapist?” He groans in response and Naomi laughs. “Sorry, you’re probably sick of me and the therapy talk.”

“No, not sick of you talking about it, just…” Noah groans, dropping his head on his knees again. “Tired of that. I know therapy works and I’ll get there eventually, swear, I just.”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, letting his words drift off. Naomi hums quietly, almost in agreement, but he doesn’t look at her. He can already see the frown on her face.

“I get it. It’s hard.” She scratches her nails against his skin again before letting go and Noah’s quick to look up, face scrunching up in confusion. He watches her reach in her pocket to pull out her phone, holding it out towards him. “Give me yours.”

He doesn’t move at first, just blinks between her and the phone staring at him before he reaches into his own pocket to get his. They both unlock their phones and trade off, Naomi immediately typing away on his. She flips the screen, and he sees a name and a number now added into his contacts.

Mimi [sparkle emoji]

xxx-xxx-xxxx

“In case you feel like this again and your friend isn’t around.” She gives him another one of those soft smiles and he swears he feels his heart flip beneath his chest.

They trade back their phones once Noah enters his number and Naomi – Mimi – reaches for his hands again without being prompted, going back to rubbing tiny circles against his skin. He feels better now, and warm all over and his chest doesn’t feel like it’s going to cave in any time soon.

He liked this feeling a lot.

They sit outside like that for what feels like hours, but was only another thirty minutes, before Naomi’s name gets called from inside the house. She looks sad for a moment and Noah nearly misses it, and she recovers with a smile all too quick. He didn’t miss it, though, and the thought of her not wanting to leave has his kin buzzing in excitement.

“Friends are searching for me which means it’s probably time to head out.” His stomach drops when she lets go of him one last time. “You good to be on your own?”

He nods. “Yeah, I uh. I feel a lot better actually.”

Her cheeks flush again and he forgot how much he liked that from when they first met and he smiles, the first genuine one he had done all day.

“Good.” They both get up from their spots on the ground and wipe off their jeans. “Don’t hesitate to shoot me a text or even call me if you feel like that again and you’re alone. I don’t mind.”

Noah shoves his hands in his pockets and tries to act like her words doesn’t make him feel fluttery. “You don’t have to do all of that. You barely know me.”

She eyes him for a second before softly saying, “Does that really matter?”

No. It doesn’t, he thinks.

They say their goodbyes but before she turns away from him fully, he reaches out, fingers wrapping around her arm to stop her.

“Thank you, Naomi. Seriously.”

She looks up at him through her lashes and the smile she gives him makes him want to throw up, but definitely in a good way, and he finds himself smiling back.

“Don’t thank me.” She murmurs, smile never wavering. “And call me Mimi. All my friends call me that.”

“Friends, huh?”

“Duh. You have my number now – you’re never getting rid of me.”

The night didn’t go the way he planned, but he ended up with Naomi’s number in his phone, and if you asked him if he had laid in bed that night texting her with the biggest smile on his face before he fell asleep, he’d tell you that it was a fucking lie.

(It wasn’t a lie.)

…

The first time Nicholas met Naomi he realized two things.

1: Naomi is everything Noah said she would be.

She was kind, caring, and tentative to everyone around her. He was sure that if there were a group of them, she would go out of her way to make sure everyone felt included, and not once throughout the night did she make him feel casted out. She gave both him and Noah her undivided attention. It was impressive, to say the least.

He also remembers being mesmerized by her smile and her eyes, noticing the softness Noah had mentioned numerous times beforehand instantly. They were a light shade of brown, and they were inviting and welcoming. He felt like he could get lost in them for hours. It's in that moment where he thinks he finally understands what people mean when they compliment his eyes, especially after Naomi said something to him about them a few hours before.

"Wow." Her voice is hushed, staring up at Nicholas in slight awe. "Noah wasn't kidding when he said you had the prettiest eyes."

He had to dip his head to hide his burning blush, her words sending butterflies throughout his body. Not only did her compliment do him in, but the fact Noah talked about him and his “pretty eyes” when he wasn't around made his head spin.

"Oh, uh. Thank you, Naomi."

"You can call me Mimi." She's smiling now and Nicholas finds himself smiling back. "All my friends call me that."

"We're already friends?" He teases. Naomi - Mimi - grins wider, nudging him with her elbow gently.

"Hell yeah we are. Any friend of Noah is a friend of mine."

2: Noah definitely liked her more than he had initially put on.

Nicholas' eyes never left the two. The way they interacted, the way Noah would touch her, lean into her and had stuck to her side the entire night. Something inside Nicholas stirred, but he swallowed it down and pushed it to the back of his mind for another time. He wasn't the jealous type by no means, but it was odd to see Noah cling to someone that wasn't him. It made him feel… weird.

He can’t tell if it was a bad thing or not yet.

They were all piled in the living room of their shared apartment, something Nicholas took pride in. It wasn't much but it was theirs. It was home - for now, at least. The three of them passed around a bottle of wine that Nicholas had got on his way home from the shop. They didn't bother using cups and instead just sipped it right from the bottle.

Mimi reaches across Noah to hand the bottle off to him and he watches as Noah leans his head on her shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Nicholas guesses the wine is slowly getting to him and he eyes the bottle, seeing it already halfway gone. He brings it up to his lips and takes a long sip, eyes glancing over at the two to find Mimi already staring at him.

Her own face is flushed, and Nicholas thinks it looks lovely, the contrast of the blush against her skin complimenting her. Her hair is tossed up in a loose ponytail, having pulled it up maybe an hour ago, and a few curls have been made free, framing around her face almost perfectly. She looked relaxed – calm, like this was her favorite place in the entire world.

She's not even trying and she's already taking Nicholas' breath away.

"How many tattoos do you have?"

"Uh," Nicholas glances down at his own body before his eyes find Mimi's again. "A few."

She snorts out a laugh, eyes rolling. "A few. Don't be an asshole."

It's Nicholas' turn to laugh.

"I'm not trying to be! I just haven't counted them in like... ever."

"You have around 10." Noah speaks up finally. An eye opens to peek at Nicholas before shutting again, leaning his head against the back of the couch. "Maybe more, but last time I counted it was like... 10 or so."

"...You've counted them?"

"Yeah. When I'm bored." Noah pauses. "I like looking at them."

Nicholas is silent. Being in the tattoo industry as long as he has means he's gotten a lot of tattoos he doesn't even remember having, but the fact Noah has taken the time to count them because he liked them does something to him. He glances down at the boy and then up to Mimi who's blinking back and forth between him and Noah, and there's a look in her eyes that Nicholas can't quite place.

"That's more than a few, Nicky." Mimi murmurs, lips tugging up into a playful smile.

Nicky. His stomach flipped with butterflies at the nickname and he had to turn his head to hide his own smile, cheeks burning. He's never admitted it, but he loved nicknames - specifically that one. The only other person who's ever referred to him as Nicky was Noah and the fact Mimi was already calling him that was a feeling he couldn't describe. He liked it way too much.

"He's done a few on himself." Noah says, words slurring together. The wine is definitely starting to catch up. "He's done maybe... two on me? I can't really remember. I want more, but he says he won't do any on me until he gets better," His hands go up to do sarcastic quotation marks around the phrase, "but I've told him over and over again that he's fucking amazing." Noah opens his eyes to glare at Nicholas now, teasingly, before turning his head to look at Mimi. "If I could get tattooed by one person for the rest of my life it'd be him."

If his cheeks were burning before, they definitely are now. Mimi's brows raise at Noah's words and she takes another long look at Nicholas, eyes tracing over the art on his arms. He feels kind of self-conscious, like she's judging him because she doesn't agree with Noah. For some reason that makes him feel sick, the thought of her not liking something of his. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"I like that one." She reaches over Noah to brush her fingers against Nicholas' skin, pointing at the tattoo on his neck. He knew exactly which one she was pointing to, the rose with the web and eye attached. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say you didn’t do that one?”

His skin burns from where she touched and he has to swallow before answering, "Nah. I’ve done a few on my legs but that’s it.” He takes another long sip of the wine. “I did draw it, though. Just let someone else at the shop do it for me."

She nods, eyes tracing over his arm before looking up at him through her lashes, a soft grin stretching across her lips. "Do you draw most of them?"

He gives her a nod in response, and he watches as her lips form around the word wow, eyes shining bright as she looked over his tattoos again.

"Nicky's an artist, Mimi. Of course he draws most of them." Before Noah even finishes speaking, Mimi's pulling away to pinch at the others side. He laughs, loud and bright and it makes something beneath Nicholas’ chest clench. Noah curls his body away from her and ultimately leans into Nicholas, head falling onto his shoulder.

"Do you draw for other people?" She questions, focus going back to Nicholas. He nods, shifting under Noah to wrap an arm loosely around his shoulder. Naomi’s eyes drop to his arm and then back up to him.

"Of course. Some people give me the freedom to do whatever or they come in with an idea and I just draw based on that."

"Cool." She pauses. "Could you draw me something?"

"...You want me to draw you something?"

Naomi shrugs and he doesn't miss the light flush on her cheeks. He tells himself it's because of the wine. "Well... yeah? I'd love for you to draw me something. I can pay you for a commission, whatever you want. I don't mind."

"No." He's already shaking his head. "Absolutely not. You're not paying me for anything. We're friends, remember?"

"You made me pay." Noah grumbles. Nicholas reaches down to pinch at his side, just like Naomi had done, but this time Noah curls himself further into his side, swatting at his hands.

"Shut up, I did not." He looks up at Naomi once Noah calmed down. "Don't listen to him. I would never make him pay; he's just being a brat."

She laughs, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth as she eyes Noah before flickering her gaze back to Nicholas. "Oh, I know. I've caught on to that really quick."

Something in her words makes his skin buzz and he can't help but think there's some kind of hidden meaning behind them. His eyes flicker between her and Noah, but the boy seems to pay no mind to her or her words, nuzzling himself closer to Nicholas' side – if that was even possible.

"Not a brat. You guys are just mean." His words slur together, eyes fluttering shut. Naomi rolls her eyes, arms crossing over her chest.

"Right. Whatever you say, Davis." She gazes at Nicholas again, light eyes meeting her own. "But seriously, Nicky, let me pay you or something. Buy you dinner. Whatever you want."

Nicky. There it is again. He pauses to collect himself, trying to ignore the way his fingers twitch and his skin buzzes, and then sighs out his response.

"You're not going to let me do it unless I let you pay me, huh?"

"Nope."

"Fine." He ponders on it for a moment, weighing the options in his mind before settling on his choice. "If you let me draw whatever I want and let me tattoo you myself, you can pay me in dinner. Deal?"

The smile Naomi gives him has him feeling like he's on fire in the best way possible, and he can't help but smile back.

"Deal."

…

The first time Nicholas tattoos Naomi, they almost kiss.

It takes a while for him to do it, trying to catch up on appointments he already made while also trying to work around Naomi’s schedule. In the end he doesn’t get to tattoo the girl until after nearly nine months of knowing her.

It helps, though, because it let Nicholas sit on the idea and brainstorm the design for as long as he wanted. He didn’t expect it to take this long, but he’s glad, because he wanted it to be perfect. He needed it to be perfect for her. Not only will this be on her skin forever, but the fact Nicholas did it will be there forever, too, and the thought of her hating it made him feel sick.

She couldn't hate it. He wouldn't let that happen.

At first, he wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't until four months into their newfound friendship that Naomi commented on his neck tattoo again, more specifically the rose part of it, saying how much she enjoyed floral tattoos that Nicholas knew what to draw for her.

It wasn't a rose, just a bunch of peonies, but they were gorgeous. It was probably one of the better floral drawings he's done, and he was proud of it, especially after showing Naomi one night when she had come over after one of Noah's gigs. Her smile was starting to become one of his favorite things in the entire world, and seeing it shine brightly on her face after showing her the finished product will be something he’ll never forget.

The tattooing process itself went really smooth; a lot smoother than Nicholas anticipated. He couldn't explain it, but he was nervous. He didn't want to fuck this up, or worse, hurt Naomi in some way. Getting a tattoo isn't the most comfortable thing, especially on the thigh where she begged him to put it, but she took it like a champ.

Every so often he'd take a short break to let her stretch out her limbs, maybe even calm down when he noticed her getting more tense than normal. She didn't complain once, though, and Nicholas was impressed at how well she took it, but he was still worried about her. Each time, though, she'd pick her head up and look at him, giving him a bright smile.

"I'm in good hands, Nicky. You can keep going."

Before he knows it, they're finished and Naomi is sitting herself up, having had to lay down for the last hour and a half so Nicholas could get to places easier without moving her too much. She stretches her arms with a groan and swings her legs over the edge, careful to not do anything to mess up the fresh tattoo. Nicholas has his back to her, getting her supplies ready for the aftercare.

"Holy shit." She gasps from behind and he whips around, thinking she's accidentally bumped it on something and hurt herself.

Instead, he finds Naomi still sitting on the chair, staring down at the art that's etched into her skin. Her face is in complete and utter awe, and the look she gives him has his stomach turning in such a way he can't explain, throat tightening. He swallowed it down and walked towards her, getting ready to clean it and wrap it up.

"You like it?" He asks, grabbing a clean paper towel. "This might sting a little, I'm just gonna clean it off. Tell me if it hurts."

"Like it? Nicky, I fucking love it." She winces a bit when he starts to clean it off and he has to stop himself from frowning. "This is... it's incredible."

He blushes, head tipped down as he finishes up the cleaning before reaching for the saniderm to place over it. It's doesn't take him too long to place it over the tattoo, gently smoothing it down as he replies.

"You're only saying that because we're friends."

What happens next shocks him.

He doesn't think he realized how close they had been, Nicholas placed in between her legs, and the second he feels her fingers press against his skin he tenses, movements coming to a halt. She doesn't say anything, instead grips his chin gently to pull his head back up to look at her. The second their eyes meet Nicholas feels like the air had just been knocked out of his lungs.

Fuck.

"Nicky, I'm saying that because it's true. This is fucking amazing." Her voice has dropped down to almost a whisper, lips curling a bit at the ends. "You're so fucking talented, dude, it blows me away sometimes."

His mouth feels dry. He’s not sure what to even say, his mind drawing a blank because what the fuck? He’s never been this close to her and he’s able to see faint freckles coloring her skin, over her nose and her cheeks. He’s quickly learning how much he fucking loves them. His eyes find hers and they stare at each other for another moment before Nicholas finally swallows away the dryness.

“Thank you, Mimi.” He manages to get out. “That… really means a lot to me.”

Her gaze drops to his lips and then back to his eyes, but she doesn’t reply. He doesn't know what changes, or what makes him want to do this, but the way she's looking at him - begging him to do something - has him leaning in.

Her breath hitches the second their foreheads touch, and his chest swells with excitement at that, nose nudging against hers. She rests a hand against the back of his neck, fingers immediately tangling in the hair that's fallen there. Her other hand rests against his arm, gripping it gently. If he just leans in one more inch their lips would be touching, and he would be kissing her. The thought makes him shiver, but the next thought makes him pause.

Noah.

"Nicky..." She breathes out and it almost does it for him. Almost.

"What about Noah?" He blurts out while pulling away, hands still against her hips. His stomach drops when he sees her face fall, lips pursed out into a pout.

She doesn't respond, not at first, and it almost seems like she’s in a daze. His hands gently squeeze at her hips and he finds himself leaning back in, pressing his forehead against hers. This seems to bring her back to reality, but she doesn’t move away, sighing softly as her fingers playing with the hair at the back of his neck. He shivers again.

“Right…” She hums, eyes falling shut. “What about him?”

“Well, because he and I… and you and him… you know.” He doesn’t know how to say it, how to say that he knows how Noah feels about her, and he assumes she feels about Noah, so he shrugs instead.

She pulls back from him, face scrunched in confusion before it drops into realization, mouth forming an O. Her hands drop from him and he takes a step back, missing the way her touch felt against his skin. It’s awkward, he can tell, and he rubs at the back of his neck as she hops off the tattoo chair.

“I’m sorry.” She murmurs while reaching for her bag. Nicholas can see that her cheeks are painted crimson. “I shouldn’t have-“

“Don’t. It’s okay.” He tries to give her a smile, but it falls short. His shoulders sag. “I shouldn’t have either.”

She nods, pressing her lips together and fingers gripping the strap of her bag.

“We can just forget about it?” He continues.

Naomi chews on her bottom lip and finally meets his eyes. He frowns. This is not how he was planning on this going, and something in him wishes he hadn’t said anything and just kissed her. He can tell she's freaking out. The look on her face is evident enough and he reaches out to place both hands against her shoulders.

"Mimi." She looks up at him, eyes wide and full of fear. Usually, she's the one trying to calm someone down, so Nicholas being the one to do it for her is... different. "Breathe."

And she does. He watches her chest rise and fall with each breath she takes while he rubs his thumbs against her shoulders, trying to smooth out the tension. It takes a moment, but her face finally relaxes, and her shoulders drop.

"I just..." She takes another deep breath. "I just really care about you, and Noah too, and I don't want to fuck this up."

"But you won’t. You didn’t." Nicholas presses, squeezing her shoulders gently. "What did I say? Let's just forget it. Act like it didn't happen."

Naomi pauses. "Ignoring it isn't healthy."

"You and that damn therapy talk." She smiles weakly. "Listen... something almost happened, but in the end, nothing did. We can talk about it all you want but I'm more than okay with just going on like before. I..." He swallows, fingers squeezing her shoulders again. "I care about you a lot, Naomi. I also care about Noah a lot. I don't want something like this to come between us. You two are the best things I've got going on for me right now and I'd like to keep it that way for a long, long time."

He keeps eye contact with her, hoping to get across that he was being serious. His heart pounded beneath his chest as she stared at him for a second longer before her lips curled at the end, a slight flush forming on her cheeks.

"Okay." She breathes out, giving him a nod. "Okay, we can just... act like nothing happened."

"Okay. Cool." For some reason his chest clenches, but he brushes it off and gives her a smile. "Let me just clean up and we can head out, alright?"

"Yeah, of course." She mumbles as she finally gets up off the chair, stretching her limbs again.

Nicholas tidies up his little corner in the shop, preparing things for tomorrow while also cleaning up from tonight's session. He hears Naomi yawn from behind him as she gathers her things and he glances at the clock, eyes widening at just how late it really was. He knows she promised to get him dinner after, as a part of their deal from many months ago, but he knows that after a few hours in that chair she's probably ready to crash.

He grabs his things and stuffs what he can into his pockets, turning around to find Naomi leaning against the wall beside him, a tired smile settling on her lips.

"You sure you're up for dinner tonight?" His lips pull into a frown as he glances over her and she looks like she's a second away from falling asleep.

"Duh. I promised I would."

His frown deepens. "Dude, you look like you're about to fall over."

"Shut up, I feel fine!" Nicholas narrows his eyes at her and she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay, maybe I am a little tired but who cares? I promised, so we're going."

He ushers her towards the door, turning off the lights as they move about the shop.

"I care." He grumbles as he's locking the door behind him. He eyes the parking lot, completely vacant besides their two cars before focusing back on her, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Why don't we just take a rain check? Buy me dinner another night when your thigh hasn't been blasted for the last 4 hours?" He doesn't miss the blush coating her cheeks. "Also, I doubt anything is open besides that Chinese spot down the road."

She pauses before letting out a sigh. "I hate that you're right. I doubt I'd be able to make it without falling asleep."

"Mimi, you know I'm always right."

"Don't push it, Ruffilo."

He laughs and by instinct he places his hand against the small of her back, leading her towards her car. He tries to ignore the way it feels to have her under his touch again, and he definitely ignores the glance she gives him, eyes slightly blown. They eventually come to an agreement to meet up Saturday after he gets off and then decide to drive together to Noah's gig, meeting up with the younger boy.

On his way home Nicholas is silent, mind going crazy as his thoughts began to swirl. He wasn't lying when he said he was okay with acting like nothing happened because he was, it was just that... maybe he would've been okay with something actually happening. He always chalked up his feelings for Naomi to just being his attraction to her, but he's starting to think it's more than that. He knows it’s more than that.

He's so lost in thought he barely even remembers unlocking the door to his apartment. There's a light still on and he finds that the television is still on too and his face scrunches in confusion until he sees Noah curled up on the couch, blanket wrapped around his body. He looks small, which is something no one ever says whenever it comes to Noah, and Nicholas can't help but smile.

He takes his shoes off by the door and quietly makes his way through the apartment, turning the light off as he goes towards the couch. He always hates waking Noah up when he comes home late, but he knows he'd probably be a lot more comfortable in his own bed. He kneels in front of the couch and another smile pulls at his lips. Noah's out, lips parted as steady puffs of air leave him. He looks peaceful.

Something in Nicholas' chest tightens.

"Noah." He says softly, reaching forward to brush a few strands of hair that's fallen over his face and smooths them back. The boy squirms, face scrunching in his sleep and Nicholas thinks he's about to wake up. Instead, he turns on his side, back now facing Nicholas. He laughs. "Noah, come on, man. Don't you wanna sleep in a real bed?"

Noah grumbles something in response, sleep slurring his words, and Nicholas rolls his eyes affectionately. They go through this a few times a week, Nicholas coming home to Noah passed out on the couch and him trying to wake the other up. It's almost routine at this point. It takes him a few more tries before Noah is turning back over to face him, eyes squinted and bleary with sleep.

The second their eyes meet Nicholas feels like he's been slammed in the chest multiple times, the air getting stuck in his lungs. It's a different feeling, something he's never felt before, but it hit him like a ton of fucking bricks at his sudden realization.

He loved coming home to Noah and finding him on their shitty little couch they had bought for $100. He loved spending five minutes or so trying to wake him up whenever he got home, playing with his hair or poking at his chest until he did so. He also loved their shitty apartment with the broken heater and leaky faucet because it was home. He liked doing this with Noah - life - and he's starting to realize that maybe he likes it in a more than a friend way.

Almost like someone else.

Naomi. He forgot he had almost kissed Naomi tonight. Had her in his reach, in his arms, and almost kissed her when he knew how Noah felt about her. Even if he's never said anything about it, Nicholas can't mistake the looks Noah gives her when he thinks no one's watching. It makes him sick to think that they might want her in the same way, and he and Naomi might want Noah in the same way. Not with jealousy, no, he could never be jealous of them, that's impossible; but this was something more like fear.

The fear of hurting Noah and Naomi in any way makes him want to rip his skin off and scream into the never-ending void. He could never do that.

"Come on, let's get up. You'll hate yourself in the morning if you lay here any longer." He gets out roughly. Noah groans as he sits up, bones cracking as he stretches his limbs out.

They're both quiet as Nicholas stands and looks for the remote while Noah is getting up off the couch, wrapping his blanket back around his body and shuffling towards his room. He throws out a quiet "goodnight, Nicky" and all Nicholas can reply is "night", throat tightening again. His fingers grip the remote as Noah's door shuts behind him and he lets out a breath he had been unknowingly holding.

He gets ready for bed quickly after that, silently ripping his clothes off once he's in the comfort of his own room because everything feels like it’s too tight. His shirt feels like it's suffocating him and if he doesn't get it off in the next 2 seconds, he'll die. Not really, but he's feeling dramatic. He crawls into bed and flops onto his back, chest heavy.

Naomi. Noah. Noah. Naomi. NaomiNoahNaomiNoah.

It's a never-ending chant in his mind, like they're the only two things in this world that matters. Which is kind of true, because they are the two most important people in Nicholas' life. He feels like he's having an epiphany, finally realizing something that's been staring him right in the face this entire fucking time, but it's not a good feeling. Not even in the slightest.

How does one manage to not only fall for one, but two, of their closest friends? Is it even possible to want two separate people and love them in the exact same way?

The short answer is yes, it's very fucking possible, and it's absolutely terrifying. Just ask Nicholas.

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