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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.2 K Warnings: None Prompt: It's time to get back at Severus for being a constant ass... This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 37: Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (A Man After Midnight)

You had retired to one of the tables alongside Remus to explain your plan. It was simple enough to execute, and it wouldn’t cause any harm. Well, as long as Ackley’s prank treats didn’t cause any harm, since your entire plan depended on those.

“You think it’ll work?” you asked him.

He bit his lip, a small frown adorning his handsome features as he thought about it, about 5 seconds later he nodded, a small smile spreading on his lips. “You’re a brilliant little witch, aren’t you?”

You beamed at his praise, standing just a bit straighter as he said it, and leaned in just a little closer to him, cheeks brushing against each other as you went over the plan by whispering into each other’s ear.

“Mister Lupin, Miss (Y/LN), pleasure to see you here,” a voice said from behind. You turned to your teacher with a smile.

“Professor Slughorn, we must thank you for the invitation.”

He nodded, “Oh no, the gratitude is mine, such a lovely presence adorning the party,” he said. “I see you’ve made an interesting choice,” he said, now turning straight to you, “How did Mister Black take it?”

Remus looked at you from the side, seeming weary at Slughorn’s question, you simply smiled at the teacher, “Sirius is more than okay with it,” you reassured. “In fact, he did mention he wasn’t a big fan of Christmas parties.”

Slughorn raised his eyebrows and nodded, you tightened your smile, then another wizard approached Slughorn. “Ah, Roan,” he said with a smile as he pulled the young man and placed a hand on his back, having him face the two of you, “These are some of my best students,” he said pointing at both you and Remus. “Exceptional Wizards,” he praised, “Remus is clever and strong, and this young lady here is brilliant at charms and hexes, I would know, she accidentally hexed one of my kids,” he said, hailing the way you had confringoed Evan. “Very advanced spells I tell you, they would both be brilliant additions to your department,” he said.

The man smiled, he was slightly shorter than Remus, but held his head high with a smile and a rather prideful look, not in a bad way though, Roan, reminded you a lot of Nightshade actually, that same regal look, thought his hair was a lighter brown and his skin was a lot more tan in comparison to her. He extended his hand to Remus. “Roan Elnore,” he said, “pleasure to meet you both.” Once he shook Remus’ hand, he extended it towards you. His hand was rough and strong, on the smaller side compared to your boys’ thought.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Elnore,” you responded.

“Please, call me Roan,” he said with a laugh, “Mr. Elnore is my father.”

“Roan,” you said with a smile, you didn’t miss the way Remus stepped closer to you after that, as if protectively, or perhaps, possessively. Roan didn’t miss it either and he took a short step back, that’s when you noticed a sharp claw mark that shone from behind his ear to almost the front of his neck, it was outside of Remus’ field of vision, and you weren’t sure if Roan had purposely moved his head in such a way that’d you’d have to notice or if you had just perceived it that way.

But the scar almost made you lean closer, it was dreadfully similar to the ones that covered Remus’ body, and to the three –now healing– marks across your arm. You almost stepped closer to try and perceive it better but held back when you realised, again, that Remus’ shoulder was almost in front of yours, impeding you from walking any closer.

“Your department?” Remus asked.

Slughorn smiled as if he had been waiting for one of you to ask. “Ah yes, Roan here, works for the ministry, why don’t you tell them all about it while I go greet some more guests?” Slughorn said as he patted Roan on the back and moved to talk to some other students.

Roan laughed awkwardly, “Some things never change, do they?” he said with an awkward smile, “I work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures,” he said with a smile, Remus tensed and it was you who stepped closer to him this time around.

“Oh, really?” you said, mustering a charming smile as you attempted to divert the attention from Remus, “And what do you do?”

“I oversee the Registry of Dangerous Creatures,” he said simply. “We basically have to make sure all creatures like goblins, giants, trolls, dragons, werewolves, etc. are identified and–”

You could feel Remus tense even further and you casually dragged your hand to his, taping your finger over his until he wrapped it around yours, you tightened it reassuringly. “Punished?” Remus offered.

“Salazar No!” Roan answered as he shook his head, “I know some people who despise dangerous magical creatures, yes, but while they are dangerous because it’s in their nature, it doesn’t mean they’re not either provoked or without the capacity to control themselves,” he explained. “Werewolves, for example, can be extremely dangerous, but only a few times a year.”

You smiled at that, “Yeah, I agree,” you responded. “Most ‘dangerous’ magical creatures are only such a thing because we have invaded their natural habitat and provoked them.”

“Exactly!” Roan said as he leaned onto you, clearly happy that you understood exactly what he meant. “It’s what I’ve been trying to convince the ministry of,” he explained, “It’s a tough battle, but I don’t plan on giving up.”

“We’d both be pleased to help,” you said with a smile, now paying a closer look to his scar, it most definitely looked werewolf-infringed.

“Roan, darling!” you heard a familiar voice approach and were slightly taken aback when you witnessed the way Seraphina wrapped her arms around the young man and pulled him into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said with a smile, looking at her with adoration. You turned to Remus and he gave you an equally confused look.

Roan pressed a short kiss to her lips and then turned back to you, “Do you also teach this young couple? Slughorn was giving me all sorts of praises for the two of them.”

Remus pulled his hand away from you in an instant, feeling nervous after giving the man such an impression.

Seraphina, who had her hands on Roan’s arm turned to you, a kind of shine in her eyes you saw only when you cast the right spell on a duel, or when you got the answer to a question correct, “They’re not a couple darling,” she explained simply. “And yes, I do teach them, in fact, I’ve talked to you about her,” she said pointing at you, “She’s my star duelist.”

“It is her?” he asked with raised eyebrows and Seraphina smiled and nodded in return, you swallowed at that, “You’re Silas’ daughter?” he asked almost in disbelief.

You nodded in return. “And that’s Remus Lupin,” she said, emphasising his last name.

“Blimey, you’re the son of my boss,” he said with a gasp. Remus smiled awkwardly, he had never been the son of anyone’s boss before, and while he knew his father worked at the Ministry, he didn’t know of him having many people working directly for him at the department, but he had been working there for almost as many years his own age, so in a way, it made sense. Regardless, Remus felt like Roan was placing him on the same level as you, as if your father’s exceptional political career was equal to his own father’s. He had never felt like that before. Always failing to understand the weight on James’ or Sirius’ shoulders after coming from pureblood families.

“You’ve met Lyall?” you said curiously, “I’ve only ever heard from him. Hopefully, I’ll get to meet him soon.”

“He’ll be delighted by such a bright young witch, surely,” Roan replied.

“Certainly,” agreed Seraphina.

“You are married?” you asked, looking at the two of them with a charming smile, following along the conversation and changing the focus when you noticed Remus didn’t seem too comfortable with them speaking about his father or the registry. Remus, on the other hand, was absolutely impressed with how well you were handling the conversation. It’s not that he struggled to maintain conversations, but you managed to keep the talk flowing with a rather effortless approach.

And it wasn’t because you were particularly outgoing, but you had been to several political events with your parents, so you had kept a lot of conversations with older people before, you were awfully used to the politics, and you had developed a way to use your charm to veer conversations in whichever way you needed them to go, in this case, away from Remus and his father’s work.

Seraphina smiled at your boldness, “Not yet darling, we decided to wait a little bit more until things were less complicated and we could make a big party with no looming danger,” she said. “Roan here has a lot of family members, and they sure would be offended if we made a party without inviting them.”

“She says that, but it’s her family that would be really offended,” the man reproached. “And trust me, you do not want to cross the Nightshades,” he leaned a little closer. “They can be terrifying sometimes.”

You smiled at that, giving a small look at Nightshade before nodding in agreement, yes, she was stunning, but that didn’t take away her presence, she was delightful in a rather icy way, like an ice queen that could freeze you if you did something that could upset her, and yet, you still liked her very much.

Nightshade jokingly shoved Roan by the shoulder, it was rather interesting to see this side of her, a lot more playful and youthful in comparison to the much more stoic ballerina vibe she gave off as a teacher, it made you wonder how she might have been when she was just a student.

You had taken the moment Roan leaned closer to pay a little more attention to his scar, and then when he was shoved by Nightshade, you noticed there was another one peeking from his long-sleeved shirt, barely a the tail of a scar, but you had seen similar ones, on Remus’ hands.

“Are you planning anything tomorrow?” You asked the two of them. “I mean, I know it’s the last day of class and you must be rather busy with grading and such, but we were thinking of preparing a small dinner,” you said pointing at both you and Remus, “With the rest of our friends, of course. And if you’re still around, Roan, you’re more than welcome to come.”

Remus, whose hand had at some point travelled to your arm by crossing his behind you, squeezed as if trying to remind you what day tomorrow would be, but you being so calm with stating you would have a dinner had thrown him off guard too, since obviously you had planned no such thing. You didn’t pay much mind to it, almost completely focused on Nightshade who gave you a sharp look, almost telling you she had understood exactly what you were doing while narrowing her eyes. You gave her a soft look in return, even throwing in a bit of a tight-lipped smile.

Roan’s breath caught in his throat for only a second before he turned to you, “Oh, thank you for the invitation, but I must get back to London with Seraphina early in the morning, we still have some business in the ministry.”

“Of course, do not worry, I’m sure we’ll get more than enough time to meet again on a different day,” you said. “Anyway, Rem and I were just about to walk over to the food table when Slughorn came over,” you explained, “would you like us to bring you something?”

“No darling, we just ate,” Nightshade said as she sent a courteous nod to both you and Remus and started moving towards a different place.

“It was nice to meet you guys, if you’re ever over at the ministry, I’d love to see you,” he said as he followed his girlfriend along.

Both you and Remus walked over to the sweets table and then towards one of the corners of the room, “What was that about the party?”

You turned to him, almost peering through your lashes before raising your head, a small smile on your lips, Remus thought he’d never seen such an angelic look on someone with a smirk before. “You didn’t see Roan’s scars, did you?” Remus tilted his head. “He had one on his neck,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to his and tracing your finger over the same area but on his skin. Remus almost shivered at your touch, your hand was cold from the drink you had grabbed at the table, and you assumed that had been the reason for the way his breath hitched on his throat and pulled your hand back.

You then brought your hand up and traced your finger over it too, going first over the long sleeve of your dress near your upper arm and then just for a second touching your own skin. “He had another one there.”

“Well, he works with magical creatures, dad also has a few of those,” Remus said, missing your point, and perhaps a little annoyed at the fact that you had been paying such close attention to Roan.

“Yeah, but they didn’t look like just any scar, think of Alastor Moody, I’m sure you’ve seen at least a few pictures of him on the paper, his scars are different.”

“How come?”

You let your hand hover over your arm before deciding it would be a bad idea to remind Remus of the now-scarring tissue on your shoulder and decided to grab his hand instead. “They looked like this,” you said as you let your finger brush lightly over one of his scars. “The same depth, tones, tightness.”

“Are you implying that–”

“I thought I was imagining things, but I’ve gotten pretty used to the way they look, Remus, I’ve seen them up close,” you took a deep breath, as you moved your shoulder just slightly, almost involuntarily but Remus noticed. “They were the same.”

“So– whatever did it must have been–”

“Like you,” you concluded. “Roan said they were only dangerous at certain points of the year. He even said he was trying to persuade the ministry. That's a pretty solid stance on werewolves compared to the rest of the people.”

“He didn’t have as many of them,” Remus said, remembering some of the scars on his own face and the rest of his body, some you had seen, some you hadn’t. Even some already healing you had unwittingly caused the previous moon. It was silly really, how the two of you had scarred each other when you were the last people who would willingly hurt the other.

You nodded, “Threw me off guard too,” you admitted. “But he’s older, Remus, and some time ago Nightshade admitted she knew what you were when she got hired, that she was close to Dumbledore even before she was a teacher here, and I just thought… What if he hired her because she already knew how to deal with, well you know.”

“But the scars, it still doesn’t–”

“That’s why I invited them to dinner.”

“He said he had to work,” Remus said with a shrug. “He could have been telling the truth, although…”

“You smelled his nervousness, didn’t you? I wasn’t paying attention to their answers, but rather, to their reactions. Nightshade threw me a look I know well, a warning. I think she knows I was close to figuring it out… and then there was the way Roan was holding his breath, I mean I cannot smell nervousness, not when I’m not Vixen, but I can see it. And you? Tonight especially.”

Remus was frowning, looking at the floor and yet nowhere in particular as he bit his lip. He’s thinking, you realised. It was a look you had seen him make more than once when he was analysing situations, then he turned to you, his brown eyes could easily let you see how worried he was, “He smelled funny.”

“You think he’d notice the same about you?”

Remus sighed heavily, “I don’t know,” he admitted. “There’s a lot of people, I was paying close attention because-” he trailed off as if he didn’t know what exactly to say after that.

You looked at him, now analysing the situation at hand. The way he had stepped over you protectively, and how he had been looking at Roan rather intently. Roan was handsome. Not your type of handsome but attractive nonetheless. What if Remus was attracted to him…? You almost felt your cheeks warm at the thought crossed over your head. You couldn’t have drawn a more faulty conclusion. For someone who had identified a werewolf after one simple talk, you had, so far, been terrible at realising your friend’s feelings for you.

“You were curious,” you offered, giving Remus an easy way out, and he nodded. It was better for you to think that, than knowing that, in reality, he had actually been smelling the way you reacted to Roan. But most of all, he was trying to make sure that you still smelled like him. He almost couldn’t live without being able to feel his scent all over you and Sirius anymore. He sometimes wondered if that was the wolf, or if he was just possessive like that. More often than not it was hard for him to draw the line where Moony ended and Remus started.

“Yeah,” he added.

“He seems like a convenient friend to have,” you said.

“What if he’s evil though? What if he’s with the other werewolves, like Forrester or… Greyback?” You knew what a delicate subject Greyback was to Remus, he had told you the story of how he’d ended up being a werewolf. He had told you about Lyall and his prejudice and how Greyback had escaped and then taken revenge on him by using his child.

You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “He wouldn’t be with Nightshade,” you said, “She’s too sharp and perceptive. You know she was offered to work with Moody but rejected being an auror in favour of coming here?”

“Really?”

You nodded, “Dumbledore asked her to do it, and she was thrilled to teach DADA,” you told him. “If Roan was dodgy, she would have already sent him to Azkaban.”

“Maybe she’s blinded by love.”

You smiled at that, “You really think someone could be blind enough not to see a deatheater?”

Remus thought about it, if either you or Sirius were deatheaters, he for sure wouldn’t have noticed. “Would you ever suspect Sirius to be one?”

“Of course not,” you said honestly.

“You’re in love,” he said with a shrug.

“You wouldn’t suspect him either, and it’s not because you’re in love with him.” If only you knew. “It’s because you know him, because he’s your friend.”

“Maybe we’re blinded by the love we have for our friends too.” You looked at him with a smile and pushed with your shoulder just a little. “What?”

“I think we’re passed Pissy Moony and we have Sad Moony instead.”

He gasped, a smile playing on his lips regardless, “You think I’m saying that because of the moon?” You shrugged, mirroring his simile and raising one of your eyebrows as you did. “How would you feel if I said the same when you’re on your period?”

You snickered at that. “Well I do get a little pissy sometimes,” you said with a shrug.

“You’ll admit you get pissy on your period just to maintain your argument?”

You pretended to think about it for a second and then nodded. “You know, it’s kind of nice.”

“Getting pissy on your period?” he teased.

You shoved him in response, “No silly, having a friend who understands,” you said. “A male friend that understands,” you clarified. He raised an eyebrow at that and you shrugged. “You’ve always been more understanding, it’s probably why Lily had a crush on you in 3rd year.”

“She what?” Remus gaped.

“You’re telling me she never told you? She said she did!”

Remus thought back, and then remembered. Lily had said he liked him, in potions at some point when they were partners, but she had said it in such a casual way, Remus didn’t actually realise what she meant, he had been rather worried about other things he was discovering about himself back then, especially the kind of things that he couldn’t exactly talk about with other people. “I thought that was… I thought she meant it platonically.”

You responded to that with a simple incredulous look.

“I said thanks!” he said afterwards, you busted out into a laugh, looking at him as you bit your lip, he was slightly red, and looked adorable all flustered. You were looking at him fondly when you felt someone pushing you as they walked, forcing you to crash against his chest. You were a little stunned by such an unexpected fast movement and had grabbed onto his arms to keep yourself from falling, Remus had done the same to you, holding you just tight enough for you not to fall.

You stayed in Remus’ familiar embrace for just a couple of seconds before turning your head to look at the person who had pushed you, half expecting them to say they were sorry when you noticed who it had been. Fucking prick, you thought as you saw Severus walk towards Barty with his head held haughtily high.

You looked up at Remus, a determined look on your face he instantly identified as your need for payback. Severus had been a total prick all night and no matter how upset Lily had been with you, you were going to retaliate, and not with poisonous words this time around. You leaned back onto Remus, “You already know the plan.”

Remus only nodded with a smile, he wondered if that was what you did on your dates with Sirius too, be all over each other and plan sneaky pranks. Of course, he did it unconsciously, and almost felt bad for even thinking of it, but if that was how it was, he thought it would be splendid.

You walked over to Johnny Ackley as he kept an eye on the Slytherins. Once you reached the boy, you gave him your charming smile, to which he responded with a quirked eyebrow, “May I help you?”

“Indeed you may,” you responded, grin growing ever wider. “I’ve heard you’re an entrepreneur, great businessman too.”

He smiled at your use of words to describe him, “You’ve come for a bargain?”

“Indeed,” you replied with a smile. “Now I don’t want any Rumpelstiltskin tricks to be pulled under your sleeves. Tell me your exact price after I’ve made my request. How many of those trick treats do you have left in your tray.”

“I have only one safe one left,” he replied honestly. “But I’d give it to you for free.”

You let out a breathy laugh at his smile, he wasn’t half bad at this game, from what you’d heard you’d expected him to be a little less capable as a businessman, but he clearly knew that was not the reason you had approached. “Good, because I need that one out of the tray before we make a deal.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, “You cannot kill anyone with these,” he joked.

You scoffed playfully in response, “Why exactly would you think I– Actually, never mind,” you said, and then proceeded, “you said one of those gives bad breath?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, someone’s already taken that one,” he said with an apologetic look, “looking to get away from your date?”

“What?! Not at all! Remus is great!” You weren’t sure why the thought of someone implying you’d want to get away from Remus had upset you so much, but you choked it up to the fact that he was your best friend and that you had to defend his honour because of it. “I’m looking to get back at someone who has been pushing people around since they got here.”

“Ah, of course. Unfortunately, Severus didn’t want to have any of these,” he said as he pushed the tray up just a little, “I’ve offered a few times already.”

You huffed a laugh. “Of course, but you haven’t tempted, not in a way that matters to him,” you said with a smirk, the kind of expression someone who had a plan would make, “what other things do they do?”

Now it was his turn to smirk, and he pointed at one of the treats, “Makes your headache,” he turned his finger to a different one, “gives you the hiccups,” he hovered to another one, “makes you horny–”

“Wait, really?” you asked.

“Want to give it a try?” he teased.

You almost punched him. “That seemed like a terrible trick to play on someone. Could have some nasty uses. You sure you wouldn’t get expelled if they find you out?”

“Not that horny, jeez,” he said. “Belby helped me develop some of these, they are safe and recreational.” He then hovered his pointed finger back on the tray. “Gives you a terrible stomach ache, you can only get rid of it by dancing or kissing someone. And this one–” he said pointing at one with what looked like grey scales on top, “twists all your words so you say the exact opposite of what you mean.”

You smiled at that, instantly knowing which one would be useful for Severus and his nasty little mouth, “Green is the only one that’s good, right?” Ackley nodded in response. “And the price?”

“A piece of your hair.”

You frowned at that. You knew what people could do with hair, you did not want anyone going around with your face. “Hell no!”

“Do you even know how precious it could be? I know people who would pay so much for it!” he tried to reason. “We could even split the profits.”

“For my hair?”

“Hey! A lot of people have a crush on the new quidditch player,” he stated. “I’m sure they’d have a kick with polyjuice and someone willing to help.”

“Ugh, gross!” You said, honestly horrified at that.

“And people also like Sirius,” he said thoughtfully, “would you consider it cheating if someone had polyjuiced themselves onto you?”

You looked positively scandalized by the idea, “Well of fucking course it would be!”

Ackley shook his head as he tsked, “It’s a million-dollar idea, I’m telling you! You lack vision!”

“You wouldn’t sell your hair if you knew they were gonna use it to satisfy some weird as fuck kink!” He gave you the kind of look that clearly said he would and you scoffed.

“Okay, I assume Remus, Sirius and James’ hair is also off the question? What about Lily’s? Or Tom’s?”

“Ackley, I’m not giving you the hair of any of my friends.”

“Your loss,” he said with a shrug. In truth, Ackley did not expect you to agree to either of those requests, but he also knew he wouldn’t lose anything by trying, especially not when you had come to him for help, “If it’s not hair then… would you be willing to brew a potion for me?”

“What potion?”

“I overheard you talking with McGonagall after the game, I reckon she’ll give you the recipe for a contraceptive potion. Think you’ll be able to brew it?”

Fucking hell, now it wasn’t only McGonagall who thought you and Sirius were nothing but horny teenagers. “Yeah, of course, I can brew a batch.”

“Fantastic, they sell incredibly well,” he said with a smile. “But I lost my dealer last year.”

“It will only be one batch though!” you added, a little more vocalised this time around, trying to make it clear.

“Of course, of course. That’s fine though, the scarcity will make it more expensive. I’m terrible at brewing, but I’ll get you all the ingredients you need once you send me an owl with the list, does that sound fair?”

You smiled, “Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal, Johnny.”

He gave you a short wink and nodded at that, “And a good one indeed.” He then looked over your shoulder, at the Slytherin boys. “What’s the plan?”

“Just show up near us and offer some treats in a few minutes, play along if necessary. Remus and I will do the heavy lifting.”

“Easy enough,” he said with a nod and disappeared in the crowd.

You smiled and walked back to Remus, he was a lot closer to the boys and you started a casual conversation with him, telling him about some of the homework you were supposed to do over the break and asking, subtly –according to you– what he’d like to get on Christmas. Now it’s not that Remus realised you were asking him for your own sake either, he was rather enthralled by your talking to pay much attention to your not-so-subtle questions.

“What did you ask Father Christmas to bring over?” you asked him. He quirked an eyebrow giving you an incredulous look, “Aw come on! You cannot tell me you’re too old for presents.”

He shrugged in response. “I’m not sure, back in the house my parents always got me rather practical things, well except for mom, she always got me muggle toys.”

“Really? Were they fun?”

“Some of them, for sure. I once got a small broom horse that my father enchanted so I could use it to fly! It only allowed me to go up a few feet, but it was incredible!”

You gasped at that. “Really?”

He nodded, “And at some point, they even got me a muggle hamster, he was horrified of me though, had to give the poor thing away.”

You gave him a pitiful look. “At least our children like us both equally,” you said, thinking of Pyro and Nummie. You and Remus had already developed a whole system that would keep them fed while you were out on vacation, they had already gotten wide enough to be dangerous when transporting them home. Remus chuckled at that, letting his mind wander just for a second, he could never have children, not with his condition. What if his child ended up like him? The fantasy was nice, though. You looked to the side, Ackley still wasn’t close. “But… what would you like to get now?”

He shrugged, “I’m not sure, to be honest. Maybe a jumper or something. You keep stealing those.”

You gasped at that, swatting him playfully on the shoulder. “For the scent thing.”

“Nah, you’ve been stealing them even before the scent thing,” he said, and it was true, not that he minded it much, he loved it when he got them back and they smelled like you and Sirius. You shook your head in response.

“But what do you actually want, though?” and then you gave him a look. “Don’t think practical, be delusional about it if you need to.”

Delusional? I’d like to have you and Sirius… at the same time, he thought. “Haven’t really thought about it, maybe something comforting? Or a cool band T, like the ones Sirius has…” alternatively one from him. “What about you? What do you want to get for Christmas?”

It was your turn to shrug now, “Not sure either,” you answered sincerely. “I was thinking of getting a muggle gaming console, but I highly doubt it will work with the magical fields here in Hogwarts, so getting it on the summer break might be better.” Remus agreed with a simple humm. “If I do get something muggle it will be like Sirius’ cube.”

“He hates it,” he told you. “He’s been struggling to solve the puzzle since he got it. I think he’ll end up transfigurating it or something.”

You giggled, the image of Sirius struggling with the cube diverting you more than it should. Sirius was always very capable, so thinking that a muggle puzzle would frustrate him, was rather amusing. You could almost picture him throwing the cube to the wall in a very child-like tantrum after trying for very long and not achieving much with it. Perhaps that’s why he was already rather cranky back when you had worn Minho’s sweater. “I feel like Dromeda gave it to him on purpose.”

“Oh, she must definitely did,” Remus agreed with a smile. “We should write her a letter, telling her that her gift was an absolute success.”

“You think she wouldn’t mind? I mean, us writing her even though I don’t actually know her personally?”

“I’m sure she’s heard lots about you, bet she’d be more than thrilled to hear from her new cousin.”

You pushed Remus lightly after that, he knew Andromeda had heard about you already, she had sent him a letter a little after Sirius sent her one mentioning you were now in Hogwarts too. She wanted to know every single thing about you. Of course, Remus, who already considered you wonderful, ended up sending her a rather short and concise story telling her just that, but that if she needed any more information she was to ask Sirius instead because he was not about to meddle in his best friend’s business anymore.

“Treats?” Johnny said as he approached, offering them to some other students but moving rather fast before they even got to dig their hands inside the platter. He passed by you and moved towards the Slytherins.

“Hold up, wait!” you said as he looked your way, the platter on display right in front of the Slytherins. You turned to Remus and called his attention by tapping the back of your hand softly on his chest, “I tried the pink one earlier,” you said. “It was delicious, you should try it,” you said then as you approached Johnny.

Severus gave you a look, at both you and Remus approaching and then turned to the platter, there was one pink one left. So, naturally, and with the intention to piss you off, he took a hold of it and plopped it onto his mouth.

Jonathan Ackley turned to him shocked, but managed to keep it together and hold the snigger threatening to leave his mouth. He had tried to get Severus to eat one of his trick treats so many times and it wasn’t until you and Remus intervened that he managed to do it.

“Oh, you wanted that one?” he asked with a clearly fake concerned expression. “I’m very sorry, I’m sure there are many others you could take instead.”

You looked at him with an annoyed expression, of course, he had just done exactly what you wanted him to do, but the way he had responded, the fact that he really thought he had taken the treat you wanted, it made your bIood boil. If there was anyone that could make the worst side of you flare up, it was Severus Snape. Exactly like it had happened earlier and with equally disastrous results –Lily was probably still angry at you.

“Well, that’s all right, Severus,” you said with the most neutral tone you could have mustered, “I can still take the purple one, I heard Imogen say it was good,” you said simply.

“Which one?” Barty said as he turned. “This one?” he asked as he plopped it into his mouth.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Ackley said, pretending to move the tray to the side, but Evan intervened and grabbed him by the arm. Softly, but firmly.

“What? Do you only give treats to the Gryffindors? I’m sure Slughorn wouldn’t be too happy you’re neglecting his own house,” he said as he grabbed onto one of the leftover treats and popped it into his mouth.

“Reggie, would you like one?” he asked, Regulus, who was a few steps behind, and talking to someone else, turned around, slightly oblivious to the situation at hand and nodded. You gave him a warning look and sneezed when he hovered his hand over some of the treats. He gave you a pointed look and hovered his hand over a different one, you sneezed again.

“Bless you,” Ackley said as he turned to you, eventually Regulus took hold of the one with the green mousse on top.

You breathed out calmly and then turned to him, “Thank you, Johnny.”

While Regulus savoured his treat, you realised Barty blinked a few times and left to the other side of the room. The headache treat he had taken, had been of fast action apparently.

Then James approached, placed an arm over Ackley’s shoulder and leaned over the tray. The Slytherins could not know of the involvement of either you or Remus in the little prank, so it’s not like you could actually stop James from taking one of the treats, but he already had one on his hands.

Fuck it’s that one, you thought as you looked, there was still one on the tray. It’s the stomach ache one, well getting a kiss will not be that hard for James, will it? Besides, it was a lot better than the alternative… You moved quickly, taking hold of the one that was left on the tray and turning to James. “Switch with me?” You asked politely. “I really want to try that one, yeah?”

“I don’t know, Vix,” James teased, Did he have no idea? He probably didn’t.

“James mate,” Remus intervened. “Be a gentleman, would you?” James gave him a look. “Follow the Marauder’s code.”

James narrowed his eyes at Remus but nodded, you quickly switched with him and James left with the treat on his hand.

You gave the small cookie one last look before plopping it in your mouth. Downing it all before Remus even got the idea of eating it instead of you, which you knew he would, but you also knew he’d be in a lot more trouble than you would be if he did take that particular treat.

“Delicious,” you said honestly.

“Of course it would be, you sensible girl,” Severus said.

You gave him an amused look, “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said you, sensible girl! What the heaven?” Severus looked genuinely confused. “BIood loyalist! What in the Godric Gryffindor have you not done to me?”

“Me?” you asked confused, “Whatever could I have done to you, Severus? I was just getting my own treat.”

Evan started to hiccup on the back, he looked uncomfortable more than anything, so he left to search for Barty a little later. Regulus was still standing there, looking like he was just understanding what was happening.

He gave you a complicit smile and turned to Severus with a rather confused stance, “I ate a treat too, and nothing’s happened to me.” He then proceeded to place his hand on Severus’ head, as if to check for temperature. Who would have thought Reggie could be so brazen?

Should have known, he’s Sirius’ little brother, after all.

“Put your hands on me, Regulus,” Severus spat, desperately, although his words didn’t match his tone.

Regulus pulled back with a frown, instantly recoiling after hearing Severus’ words, not because his tone had been imperious –that was always the case– but because of what he had demanded.

“Sev–” he asked cautiously, but he was interrupted by the boy whose name was uttered.

“It was that angel! She did not do this to me. Godric cherished heaves! This is exactly what I’m trying to say!”

You broke into a giggle then, “Well, Sev, I never thought you’d be giving me so many compliments in one go, but thank you very much.”

“You and you’re clever –cherished–”“ he looked genuinely frustrated, “–cherished heavens– your handsome fiend.”

“My handsome fiend?” you asked as if surprised. “I have no such thing,” you added with a devious smile. “You are my only fiend, Severus.”

Ackley had already bolted, but Remus and Regulus were still standing there, Remus looked like he was about to break into a laugh. Severus had turned red, “You stunning lady!”

“Woah, Severus, I have a boyfriend,” you teased further, just to spite him. It was almost funny that he was saying such nice things now, it really put into perspective how nasty he was on a daily basis.

“Sev, perhaps we should take you to the infirmary, you don’t look all right,” Regulus intervened again.

“Yes! I mean YES! Godric bless it! Cherished heavens, this is exhilarating.”

“Regulus is not wrong,” Remus said, in his always conciliating tone, “You should probably go to the infirmary.”

“You WILL go unharmed after this,” Severus said as he turned to you with a threatening finger.

You waved him a polite goodbye as Regulus took him away and got him to sit down at a nearby table while trying to calm him down.

“Didn’t you mention there was only one good treat left?” Remus asked once the two of you managed to catch your breath. You nodded in response, “Who took it? James? Reggie?”

“Could have been the one I ate…” you said defensively.

“Yeah sure, like I didn’t see you sneezing so Reg didn’t take the one that James took and you ended up chowing down in the end.”

“Reggie took the good one,” you admitted. “Saved James by giving one that wouldn’t affect him much.” Remus frowned when he saw James dancing next to Lily, he had been dancing before he went for the treats too, he probably wouldn’t even feel the effects of the potion. “Johnny said that one gave you a stomachache that could only be cured by dancing or kissing someone, I figured James would have obliged either one without giving it a second thought. Especially if he got yet another excuse to kiss Lily.

Remus gave you a long look and wondered what would have happened if you had taken that one. Would she have asked me to dance? To kiss her? Of course not, she has Sirius.

But what if Sirius wasn’t around, what if I was the last resort… would she kiss me then? “And the one you saved him from?”

You took a deep breath at that, thinking of the treat you had taken, red, the colour of lust, you thought, Ackley must have thought things through when he asked Kless for help.

“Nothing to worry about,” you said with a shrug, you weren’t sure how exactly the red treat would affect you, but you knew it would 100% be a lot worse on a man. “Trust me, I’d be worried if I was a boy.”

Remus frowned at that, “What do you mean you would be worried if– What on earth did you eat?!?!”

“Shhhhh,” you said, a little stressed. “It’s okay, Remus. Don’t stress about it, I won’t stress about it, and things will be alright,” you said as you turned to him, you hadn’t quite noticed how broad Remus’ shoulders were until they were right in front of your face. Actually, you might have noticed how broad they were before but you had never found them so attractive, had you?

Fuck, it’s taking effect, you thought as you looked at your friend and bit your lip, fucking hell. At least you could use curse words without them getting all twisted.

“You can’t just ignore feelings until they disappear,” he said, hypocrite, his own inner dialogue shouted back at him.

“Remus,” you whined, dragging out “e” from his name. “Please, please, let’s not talk about the potion I took and do something else instead?”

“Like what?”

Kissing in a broom closet, your brain shouted at you, you shoved the thought to the back of your head, “Dance?” you offered.

“Do the effects also go away with dancing?”

You looked to the side and thought about it. You guessed, in a way, they could. “Yes.”

The rest of the night went in an instant, between dancing and trying to focus on anything other than the fact that Remus looked damn good that day. From the moment he took off his suit coat and kept only his navy shirt, that was just the right amount of tight on him. Or the way the pants were also a little too tight and let you see his toned legs.

Warmth crept up your cheeks each time your gaze lingered a second too long on Remus, the guilt gnawing at you whenever your head started objectifying him, and the potion wasn’t half as bad as it could be, you weren’t needy or anything like that, but fucking hell did it make you insanely aware of how attractive your best friend was. It wasn’t torturous, except for the fact that you kept thinking that: that night, you’d be sleeping with him and Sirius.

That sounds terrible, you thought as you winced. Vixen and Padfoot would be sleeping with Remus because of the moon– yeah, that’s better.

“You all right?” Remus asked concerned as he saw the expressions you weren’t quite managing to hide appear on your face, winces, smiles, frowns, whatever was going on in your head, including a rather large inner monologue. Perhaps the potions were making you overthink stuff?

And boy were you most definitely overthinking stuff, way too much stuff, and all at the same time. If anything, you’d say the potion had made your mind work 10,000 kilometres an hour –you were doing that on your own– rather than making you exceptionally sensitive to teenage hormones –that was the actual potion’s work.

In fact, the potion wasn’t some frivolous “horny” concoction, like Ackley had described. Kless had tried to describe it to Ackley, to narrow down exactly what would be going on –chemically– on the person that took the potion, but Johnny had given up about halfway through and decided to call it a horny potion. That was nothing close to what the potion actually was. If anything, it was meant to reveal truths obscured by your own defences, a lot closer to what love potions did than it was to aphrodisiacs. In Kless’ own words, it was more “akin to a mirror for the soul rather than an instigator of base desires.”

The potion was a carefully elaborated brew that Kless had designed with slightly selfish purposes, he wanted to use it on himself. Now that sounds terrible when you think of it as a horny potion, but it was never that. In fact, Kless’ intention was just to make himself a little more sensible to his very own feelings. You see, what we know of love, is actually a series of rather complex chemical processes that happen in our brain, things involving neurotransmitters: dopamine –involves pleasure, rewards and motivation–, serotonin –which regulates the mood–, oxytocin –also known as the love hormone–, Norepinephrine –yeah, the same one that’s related to adrenaline–, endorphins and a myriad of other chemicals that would take much more dedication to explore, but Kless did it anyway.

Now his investigation had a reason –no he did not want to make a love potion– he wanted to know if he really liked someone in particular, and he knew that, while there were probably easier ways to tell if you liked someone (like those quizzes on Witch Weekly, and doing a bit of introspection) he also knew that a potion that allowed you see your own true feelings for someone could be really useful. So he gathered some interesting ingredients, that according to his research would help: Moonlit Petals (to enhance receptivity), Tears of a Siren (to increase the sensibility to pheromones), Crystalized Honeydew and a few other things that he thought would make an effective potion. He was about ready to present it to Slughron when he discovered his werewolf obsession and forgot about it altogether. That was until Johny had gone to him and revised his notes.

On the top page, he had written “HARNi” (Heightened Awareness Recreational Brew –Ni was a stand-in for things he didn’t have a proper name for yet), but Kless didn’t have the best handwriting and Johny read horny instead. And we already know how the story goes, Kless tried to explain and Johnny decided to keep the other name instead, he thought the results were similar enough to the meaning of the word anyway. So no, you had never taken a horny potion, what the potion was doing was only letting you see some things you had never been quite aware of before –or not as aware as you were in that particular moment, at least–. Not that you knew any of it, the potion had been presented to you as a “horny” potion and you had eaten the treat as if it had been just that. And whatever it was you were feeling for Remus at that moment, you had –as anyone would– set it down to the potion.

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Santa Looks Familiar

So, I thought of this while on my drive home yesterday from work. I decided it was finally time to listen to Christmas music willingly and so I put on my playlist, appropriately named tis the season bitches, and I forgot I had Santa Looked A Lot Like Daddy (Travis Tritt version courtesy of my mother) on it and this came to be.

I just couldn't think of who I wanted it to be so I made it as vague as possible so you can imagine whoever you wanted it to be. Sports player, video game character, movie character, whoever. I'm just going to add some tags so this can make it's rounds.

Happy Holidays folks.

synopsis: your daughter notices that Santa looks kind of familiar. Almost kind of like daddy?

warnings: none except probably grammar/spelling, and one mention of beer

word count: 1,075

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“Asher, wake up, wake up.” The young boy groaned, flipping onto his side as he pulled the blanket up higher. “Asher, come on. Santa’s here.”

Asher’s eyes shot open as he sat up, “really?” He asked his older sister and she nodded, putting a finger to her lips.

“We gotta be really quiet though.” She whispered before motioning for her little brother to follow her.

The two of them creeped out of the bedroom and into the hallway, keeping low as the peeked through the banister, looking down into the living room as the man in the red suit put the last of the gifts under the tree, standing up afterwards.

“That’s the last of them,” the siblings heard him say and Lily furrowed her eyebrows.

The voice sounded familiar to her, but she shook her head.

How many times had she thought she heard their mother’s voice, but it turned out to be a complete stranger?

“Look, Lily. He’s going for the cookies.” Asher nudged her and she watched as he reached over, snagging a couple of the cookies, taking a bite of one.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

The two trained their eyes on their mother who was walking over to Santa before stopping in front of him, hands on her hip.

“Santa tax,” he shrugged before holding a cookie out to her, “you really outdid yourself on these. They’re amazing. Here, open up.”

Their mother rolled her eyes before opening her mouth, the kids' eyes widening as Santa popped the cookie into her mouth before his arms snaked around her waist pulling her close.

“Uh oh. He better be careful or daddy’s going to beat him up,” Asher whispered to Lily and Lily squinted at the two.

She watched the two adults for another minute before grabbing her little brother's arm.

“Come on. Let's go before they catch us.” She whispered, softly tugging him back to his bedroom.

She tucked Asher back into bed, saying good night before shutting the door until it was only open a crack.

She glanced between her room and the stairs before heading towards the stairs, going down them as quietly as she could.

She didn’t see her mother, but she did see Santa, his back turned to her as he drank the milk.

The little girl cleared her throat and the man in the red suit froze, swallowing the milk in his mouth before turning towards her.

“Well, if it isn’t miss Lily. What are you doing up and out of bed?” he questioned before leaning down, dropping his voice to a whisper, “you know, I take away presents from kids who aren’t in bed when I come right?”

Lily stared into his eyes, the eyes that seemed oh so familiar with the same twinkle and color.

“Daddy, is that you?”

Santa raised an eyebrow, “now why would you think I’m your father?”

“Well, you sound like him, and your eyes are the same,” she started.

“A lot of people share the same eyes and voice as your dad.” He shrugged and she cocked her head.

“And you’re not fat.” Lily was blunt with her words.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say, Lily May.”

“And you know my middle name. No one knows my middle name except mom and dad.” She stated matter-of-factly and he narrowed his eyes.

“I’m Santa. I know everyone’s middle name. I know your middle name and Asher’s. I even know your parents' middle names.”

“If you’re not dad, then why did you hug mom?”

Santa waited a second before responding, “because all your dad wanted for Christmas was for your mom to make sure she was very loved and in order for that to happen, I had to hug her very tight so she could feel the love from you guys.”

Lily blinked at him, “really?”

Santa nodded, “yep. There’s no way to wrap love up and just hand it to someone. You have to give it to them through hugs.”

“Oh,” Lily said, her eyes casting downwards before she turned them back towards Santa, “I’m sorry for getting out of bed and eavesdropping but between us,” she leaned in close, “my dad would’ve hurt you if he saw you hugging mom like that. He’s very protective of his family so I was just looking out for you.” She whispered.

“Ah I see,” he smiled before reaching behind him and grabbing a cookie from the plate, handing it to her, “well, since you were looking out for me, I think I can overlook yoy being out of bed this one time.” He told her with a wink, and she grinned, nodding her head as she took the cookie from him and turned back towards the stairs.

“Merry Christmas Santa.” She told him before heading back to her bedroom.

“Merry Christmas Lily.”

Your eyes moved from your book to your husband as he came into the bedroom, removing the fake beard and hat.

“Did you enjoy your milk, Santa?” You teased and he shrugged.

“It was aright but between the two of us, I’m more of a beer guy.” He grinned before beginning to get changed from the costume to his pajamas and you bookmarked your page, setting the book on your bight stand.

“What took you so long anyway honey?”

He took a breath and looked over at you. “A very close call with Lil.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh god.”

“It's okay. I’m a fast thinker. Explained any suspicions of Santa being daddy away. Many people have the same eye color and voice. Of course I know her middle name, I know everyone’s middle name.” he chuckled as he came over to his side and climbed into bed, “and that Santa was hugging mom because all dad wanted was for mom to know she was loved,” he pulled you into his chest and pressed a kiss to your head as you blushed, throwing an arm over his waist.

“I love you,” you told him, pecking his lips.

“I love you too.”

“You know she’ll figure it out eventually, right? Two years from now she could look back on this moment and put two and two together. That Santa and daddy looked an awful lot alike.” You told him.

He shushed you as he closed his eyes. “Let's push that thought far away from us and just enjoy the fact that our kids still believe in Santa.”

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Sick Day

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Summary: Matt isn’t very happy when he comes home and discovers that his girlfriend had kept her sickness from him. He makes sure she is well taken care of before they go to bed.

Warnings: language, sickness, pet names, Matt being an overprotective simp, fluffy

Word Count: 960

Prompt: Sickfic, headache, cold/fever, blankets, hot drink (except I changed it to hot soup)

A/N: day 5 of March Trope-A-Thon by @amonthofwhump

Today had been horrible. She awoke to see that Matt had left early to go to work. On top of that, she felt like shit. Her head was pounding and she was burning up. Her nose felt stuffy, and her muscles ached.

She got up and took her temperature to see that she had a fever of 100.7 degrees Fahrenheit. She called into work and made her way over to the couch, not wanting to get the bed all disgusting from her sickness. Matt would still sleep there, after all. He didn’t need to come home to a bed that smelled like sweat and sickness. Whatever the hell “sickness” smelled like.

Matt frowned as he entered his apartment. He could hear the coughing as soon as he entered the complex. He could hear shifting on the couch, telling him his girlfriend was camped out in the living room with some blankets.

“Sweetheart?” Matt questioned, setting down his cane. He heard a groan as he walked over to the couch. “Why didn’t you call me to tell you that you were sick?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you,” she mumbled, sniffling a bit. “I know you’ve been busy lately.”

“I’m never too busy for you, love. I would have come home earlier if you called.”

She sighed. “I know, and that’s why I didn’t.”

“Well you should have,” he admonished her. She always did this. Her needs were never one of her priorities. She put everyone before her, and it bothered the ever-loving shit out of him. Because Matt knew she deserved the world. No, she deserved more than that. The universe, maybe.

She just huffed in irritation, knowing that there was absolutely no way she was going to win this argument.

“Have you eaten today?” Matt questioned as he leaned against the armrest of the couch. She cursed how well he knew her.

“No, I didn’t wanna get up.”

Matt just shook his head as he got up to make some soup. He glared in her direction when he heard her shift, knowing that she was trying to get up to help him. “Don’t you even try, young lady.” He put a pot on the stove.

“I just wanna help. You’ve been at work all day while I’ve just been sitting on my ass!”

Matt turned his head in her direction and gave her an incredulous look. “You’ve been sick!”

“That’s no excuse!”

“What if I was the one that was sick?”

“That’s different,” she pouted, crossing her arms as she watched him pour a pre-made homemade soup into the warm pot. She blew her nose with a tissue, her nose already red and raw from blowing it so much.

“And how, pray tell, is that different?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because it’s you!”

“Your logic is lacking, hun.”

She just groaned and flopped back onto the couch dramatically. A cold spell made her shiver. She grabbed one of the blankets and furrowed into it. She had been having hot and cold flashes off and on all day. She couldn’t wait for it to be over.

Turning off the stove when the soup was finished, he put it in a bowl before moving over to the couch. Setting it on the coffee table, he noted that her breathing had slowed; she must have been asleep.

“Sweetheart?” Matt gently shook her awake. He felt horrible for disrupting her, but she needed to get food in her system if she wanted to get better. She groaned, turning to bury herself further into the couch. “Baby, you need to get some food in your body. Then we can cuddle and get some sleep, okay?”

She blinked awake, groggily lifting her hands to rub at her eyes. “Cuddles?”

Matt’s heart melted hearing her soft little voice. It’s moments like that when he falls impossibly deeper in love with his precious girlfriend. He never thinks it’s possible to love her even more, but somehow he does manage. “Anything you want, baby.”

She smiled and took the soup from him. Matt scooted closer to her body and she snuggled against him as she began to blow on the soup.

The soup was hot in her mouth, but it felt good, warming her insides. “Thanks, Matty. You’re the best boyfriend.”

“It helps to have such a great girlfriend,” he flirted with her, loving the skip of her heart whenever he would. She blushed as she lifted another spoonful of soup to her mouth.

When she finished the soup, Matt made her drink some more water. She just huffed in exasperation. “I thought you said after soup I’d get cuddles.”

“Sorry, hun, can’t I just take care of you?”

She shrugged, taking a sip from the glass. “I’m just not really used to it.”

“Which is exactly why I’m making sure you get the best treatment now,” he stated.

“You’re too good for me, Matthew,” she sighed, leaning her head against his torso.

He just chuckled, “I’m pretty sure you got that sentence twisted.”

“Let me win for once, please,” she pouted. Matt sighed and agreed to let her have that one. It was the least he could do after she had asked him so sweetly, after all.

When she finished the tall glass, she set it on the table, making sure to exaggerate the sound of it being empty. “Snuggle time!”

He laughed as he was ambushed by her. Wrapping his arms around her, he picked her up to bring her to bed. She protested, hating being picked up, but Matt just shushed her as he lied her down. He undressed and crawls in next to her. She burrowed closer to her boyfriend, and he could hear her sigh contentedly, smiling against his warm skin.

She really couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

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Witches Wrath Pt. 2

Pt. 1

p.s if there is spelling mistakes, womp womp I'm trying my best T~T

The second that heavy mahogany door shut you were grabbed by the throat and slammed into the nearest wall. Corvus was pissed you could feel his breath on your face while you fight to catch your own once more.

“What exactly gives you the right to fill his head with those thoughts.” Anger and malice in every syllable he spoke.

“Did I stick a nerve Sebastian”

His gloved hand around your throat tightens.

“All-all I did was tell him the truth and he wanted to make a deal. Last time I checked that’s not against the rules.” When in the hell did he get so strong.

“Ciel Phantomhive’s soul belongs to me”

That stupid fucking accent of his was really pissing me off

“I don’t want his soul and anyways what the big deal with it anyways? There are plenty of other souls just like his. If I had the power to right now I could leave and come back with 10 just like it and 20 that are even better.”

“That simply isn’t the matter at hand” he’s loosened his grip but he was still impossible close to you.

“Oh it’s not is it. Do you understand how fucking Insane this all is. I saw inside his head when we shook hands and how had, i don’t know how CPS has not been called or some shit. Now don’t get me wrong the modern world I call home is no better but at least someone would say something about all this” gesturing around you. “Not to long ago I finally realized where I had heard the phantomhive name before I new the boys father once upon a time and the fact of the matter is you have what a 14 year old boy running a business and working for the queen like he’s not yah know a child”

“The young master is quite mature for his age.”

“You and I both know you could have given that kid his revenge a real long time ago and put him out of his misery. Yah know what I think? I think you like it here. I think you berated me for going “soft” but you’re ending up just like me.”

His eyes burned with the fury of a thousand fires, but no response was given.

“Whatever” you push him off and head down the hall but not before promptly flipping him the bird.

I really need to get outta this dress.

……………

After finally changing back into your clothes you decided it was high time you explored this manor in the process you met May-Rin the maid who was to clumsy for her own good. Finny who was outside in the garden in the process of kill a rosebush with “fertilizer”. Tanaka a small older gentleman who you presume was another butler and last but not least Baldroy who was frantically exiting a smoke filled kitchen when what you can only assume was the demon whisking by you to put out said fire.

The “cooks” eyes met yours and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“You lost or something miss”

He had a thick accent the kind you’d figure a chimney sweep or a Mary poppies character would have.

“No, just wandering I suppose”

“We’ll I don’t think mister Sebastian would like you wandering down here”

That’s when Sebastian’s thick voice cut through the air

“She is perfectly fine where she is. You however have once again ruined a perfectly good meal. Do you care to explain yourself.”

By this time he’d come out of the ashen kitchen to the hallway

“Thought it might cook faster,yah know”

Sebastian sighed and pinched his nose.

“You are responsible for cleaning that mess up I have other matters to attend to” with that he once again checked his pocket watch and briskly walked past you. I’m surprised he didn’t shoulder check me as he did.

He’s different than he was when you last saw him something odd years ago. Not just his looks although you don’t mind the form he has taken now with that pitch black hair and amber eyes. He’s just tall enough to be intimidating but not to tall as to be awkward. He’s simply handsome but his personality is different when you first ran into each other he almost seemed like he cared for you as you believed he did long ago. It’s almost like he expected you to come running back into his arms and beg for forgiveness. Now he’s cold, calculating, not vicious or vial as many demons are but his eyes a see of resentment towards me or the world. You do not know.

There however is one thing I know I better clean my act up and get the fuck outta dodge so I never have to see this god forsaken era again

…..……..

The sun was setting upon the horizon. A picture perfect sunset just behind the sea of spruce and evergreen trees that lined the border to the garden.

You made your way back to the room he had shown you just a few hours earlier and sat by the window.

I had to think of a way to get outta this place. I could stay here but he brought up so many memories I pushed aside. Good and bad ones. The thought of the many faces he once wore or the many characters he fronted for past contracts. He’s truly always been a picky eater. Just slightly classier than the normal vermin of our species.

You could feel him walking down the hall in your direction and even before he knocked you knew he was there.

“Miss (y/n)?”

I feel the silent treatment is the cruelest form of punishment

“I know you can hear me”

“The young master would like to see you in his study”

I could feel my eyes burning holes in the door.

“Be there in precisely 20 minutes. I assume you can find your own way”

Fuck him that’s all I can think right now. How is he about to get pissed at me for making a deal and going “soft” and all that other bullshit even though he’s a Class A hypocrite. He’s not worth the waste of words, at least not right now.

If it were I don’t know say 100 years ago we got on swimmingly, we co-existed with one another. Some might say we were a couple but you and I both know demons really don’t do “couples”.

I could hear his footsteps resending down the hallway back to the pit he crawled out of. After about 10 minutes of debate my life choices and wishing I’d died on that stake I finally drag my ass to the door and head to the little shits office for the second time today.

The walk to his “study” was long. You never really understood the need for excessive wealth such as this. Sure you’d given many wealth such as this, not without a hefty price,but how could one be happy in a liminal labyrinth such as this.

Coming to a stop in front of that large mahogany door once more forgoing the idea to knock and just bust through the door

The boy jumps as the door swings open.

“Did your mother never teach you to knock?” He seemed overly offended

“Keep my mamas name out yah mouth.”

“I beg your pardon”

“Keep.my.mamas.name.out.yah.mouth”

Existing in that modern era really has changed my dialect. Although “Sebastian” might see that as a change for the worst I see it as one for the better.

“So why exactly am I here?” You already know the answer to that but ask never the less.

“I’d like to play a game” he gestured for you to sit in the chair across from his desk once more as he pulls a dated deck of cars from a desk drawer, all well the demon looks behind his obnoxiously large chair.

“What kinda game?”

“Old maid.”

“Old maid? Seriously? You do know this really isn’t gonna work.”

“And why may that be prey tell. Are you afraid to lose?”

“Am I afraid to lose?” You look into his eyes once more. He’s dead serious. “You do realize that when you shook my hand I saw anything and everything inside that pretty little noggin of yours. I could quite literally read you like a book but I’ll still play as long as YOU’RE not afraid to lose.”

He’s eyes are wide.

“You tricked me!” He shouts

“You knew the risks and hey don’t yell at me your pretty little lap dog back there did the same exact thing when y’all sealed y’all’s deal.” My eyes drag up to meet Sebastian’s. He’s glaring back.

“Sebastian is this true!” Ciel is now on his feet and he’s pissed. He thought he could play with fire and not get burned.

“To be frank my young lord, yes”

“Get out! The both of you.”

You through your hands up in defense.

“Oooh did we hurt your feelings. Did I make you feel violated.”

“Y/N!” Sebastian yelled

“Alright alright let’s go.”

As soon as you both were out the door. It’s was like a switched flipped in him. Yet the silence still stood.

“Soooo….probably a bad time but any ideas on how to get me outta this era.”

He dead panned and quite literally walked away.

“HEY! I was trynna talk to you yah know.”

You come to stand and black his path.

The look on his face was unreadable.

“What is your problem? Your brought me here cause you said you’d help me now your doubling back. You really have changed the demon I new at least kept his promises.”

He stared down at you could feel his amber eyes piercing through your skin. Yet he remained silent.

“*sign* I don’t even know why I tried or why I even listened to you. This was a mistake.” You try to leave but he grabbed you by your upper arm preventing you.

“Why did you come here?” His voice cut through the air menacingly

“What?”

“Why did you come HERE and why must your stir up trouble wherever you find yourself?”

“I was on a deal some witch wanna be asked me to come here. London 1889 to kill someone. I know messing with time like that is a big no no but she had something I needed and now Im stuck here. With you.” Is it hot in here?

“What did this witch have?”

“It doesn’t matter, not anymore.”

“What did the witch have.” His eyes are fusia at this point not that it mattered though you were exclusively looking at the floor.

“Sh-she was gonna tell me where you were but I can clearly see now she deceived me, okay?” I yank my arm from his grasp and took off running I couldn’t look him in the face. I couldn’t see him. How am I supposed to tell him I missed him, I missed us. He’s never understand, he was never as human as I was.

Sebastian stood in that very hallway still. His eyes wide not much could shock that creature but that sure did. He was under the impression you didn’t want to see him ever again. That you didn’t care for him or need him anymore , and he didn’t let it get to him.

He remembers a time when you were but a girl in a field of flower. A girl who shouted at her executors “If you want a witch Ill give you a witch” A time when you stumbled like a fawn when learning to control the magic bestowed upon you. At the time he knew not of the creature you were only that you were like him in a way. He knows now your kind are can destroy realms if they so pleased. Your utter lack of interest in realm destroying pleased him yet your humanity confused him. It brought feelings to the surface. Like a worm fighting it’s way to earths exterior only to be snatched up by a hungry raven in its path.

Good thing he was a crovus and you were simply a fictor.

……….

Why exactly I decided this was good idea I know not why but here I am in front of that mahogany door once again simply one day later. I figured I’d give the kid a break and actually get to talk to him for once without the fear of the other resident demon hearing. Turns out a good nights sleep is what I needed to regain some of my simplest of powers.

Knock knock knock

“Come in” Ciels voice could only be described in one way bored, absolutely utterly bored.

After opening the door you were met with a face of distain.

“Hey I uhhh….I uuhhh wanted to apologize.”

He scoffed “Apologize what would make you think if even want an apology from someone like you.”

“Okay okay I get over stepped and I’m sorry. The whole looking into your brain thing even though I basically a total stranger probably wasn’t the best move, but I’m here to make it up to you.”

“You truly are the strangest creature I have ever known.”

You shift nervously where you’re standing “how many creatures like me have you know? That’s a stupid questing I already know the answer and the truth is it’s because I was once human too and I understand what you’ve gone through. I wanted to extend and olive branch of sorts.”

“Forgive my brashness but could you skip to the point.”

“Okay okay ask me anything you want to know about that demon of yours and I’ll tell you no deals, no catch just ask me anything. It’s the least I can do.”

He leaned forward in his chair. You finally have caught his attention.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

He thought for a moment before answering. “Was he once human to?”

“The short answers yes…the long answer no. Sebastian pre-dates my own existence by millennium but to be completely honest with you, one cannot make a demon out of nothing. A soul must be present at some point, the loss of that soul is what makes a demon. A soul and pure human agony is what makes a demon. Do I think he once had one yes do I think it was in a time known to man no.”

“Do you believe Sebastian truly cares for you” he was amused by the notion. He thinks this is some sorta fucking game.

“Demons don’t care for anyone but themselves. He saw me as a challenge, an experiment. He doesn’t give a shit about me.”

“Do you truly believe that”

“Listen kid this wasn’t supposed to be about me it’s about him it’s always been about him.” Only five minutes into this conversation and I’m over it. I’m up and out the door before he can respond and almost face first into a chest clad in wool and cotton.

“Excuse me I wasn’t aware the master and you were scheduled for a meeting” that stupid fucking accent cut through the air.

“We didn’t just thought I’d drop by for a visit.”

“Apologies, I don’t recall you being the type to “drop by”.”

“Yeah well you don’t remember a lot of thing about me. Well anyways I’m off gotta figure my way outta this shit hole I’d love for you to join just be sure to fish that stick outta your ass before coming.”

My requipe was met with silence not that I stayed to listen or care.

Sometime I stop to think how I got here. How did we get like this. We used to be so close even if was all superficial. But nevertheless I suppose it’s time to cope and brainstorm and their is only one way to do that. That being hope and chain smoking obviously.

First step find alcohol. Second step figure this shit out.

..............

You’d think with all the severe alcoholism the Victorian era endured there be more liquor in this place. At the moment it was in the kitchen alone scouring the cabinet when I heard the door open behind me. I already knew who it was but it still somehow took me by surprise.

“And what may you be doing?”

Without even turning around you answered with a lit cigarette hanging off your lip.

“Lookin for something strong. Got anything like that around here?”

His face contorts “you truely have let yourself go.”

I took a long drag of my cigarette and let the poison fill my lungs before responding. “Yeah sure I’m such a sinful waste of space I get. Got any whiskey or even gin.” “No” he stalked towards you clearly agitated by your demeanor.

“What happened to you. Where’s the evil bastard I used to know. The one who’d slink around the tavern getting those old bastards to bet their souls in a game of black Jack and trade the lady’s their souls for a night of fun. You’re such a buzzkill now.”

“I’ve changed” he simply said.

“Oh you changed did you? Weren’t you the one who literally said “demons don’t change, they’re incapable”” his eyes were burning holes in your head like a parasite burrowing in to eat your precious grey matter.

“I don’t believe I like this new attitude of yours.”

“Yeah and what are you gonna do about it you gonna make me leave again. Shun me never talk to me again because let’s be honest that would be mercy.” I took another drag of my cigarette before it was snatched outta my hand and stomped out by the one and only bastard before me

“Hey! I wasn’t finished with that!”

“It is simply unbeffiting for one such as you to act in such a way.”

“You’re not serious are you?” One look into his eyes told you he was dead serious.

“I am quite serious.”

“I can’t with you right now. Like seriously I don’t even know what i was thinking I’d find here but this no this was not it.” I’m beyond frustrated at this point to think I came here looking for him and all I find is a shell of demon I once new with a bad hair cut and a pompous attitude.

“Why did you come here exactly. Why were you searching for me.”

Shit. “No reason, nothing really.”

He stepped closer and gazed down at me using that dumb face of his. The one that got many before to open their mouths and legs.

“Do you really wanna know because let’s be honest it’s not like you care.”

“I would like to know and as a matter of fact I do care.”

“Wow that’s a new one never new you we’re capable of caring.” You know what fuck this i don’t have to explain myself to him. “You know what Fuck this and fuck you.”

All the sudden he grabbed my face with one hand and forced me to look into his eyes. They were fusica not the obnoxious shade that screams Barbie pink but shade of wild flowers or a fiery sunset. It was like I couldn’t look away.

“Tell me why you came looking for me. Now.”

His voice was demanding and made so much more impact since he never seemed to raise it often.

“Because I missed you, Okay? I told you I met a witch she said if I do something for her she’d tell me where you are. She told me to come here I assumed it was to look for whatever it was she needed but I found you instead. Okay?” My voice was weary and I felt small. He loosened his death grip on my face but didn’t draw his hand away it still sat holding my cheeks and jaw. My vision was blurry with tears. Rather that responding he paused to think before drawing me in for hug. His arms wrapped around my shoulders and pushed my face into his chest. He was still tense but by god it felt like he ment it. Hesitantly I draw my hands up and around him. He smelt like wool and cedar wood. He smelt like the feeling you get when reading your favorite book or walking through a cool autumn forest. He smelt like home. Like I was home for the first time years. He didn’t pull away he just sat there head resting on mine. I could feel his slow heart beat.

He finally pulled back carefully and just enough to look me in the eyes.

“I held hope that was your answer.”

His expression changed in an instant.

I heard footstep down the hall quiet but still there

I spoke up “someone’s coming” we pulled away.

“I do believe Baldroy keeps gin in there.” I turned to follow his gaze grabbed the gin and I was off before someone could catch us.

.............

I sat on the stairs that lead to the gardens I believe it was just past 2 in the afternoon. Drinking gin and chain-smoking in hopes to jumpstart my brain. Part of me wanted to stay here with him but another part told me to go back to the future I came from. I was snapped out of my daydreams by a small black cat swishing around my feet

“Well hello pretty thing”

“Beautiful isn’t she”

“Jesus fuck Sebastian! how exactly did you manage to sneak up on me?” That sneaky bastard.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” Gesturing to the bottle in my hand.

“Hey it’s 5’o clock somewhere” I raise the bottle to my lips and take another swig of the shitty ass back water gin. He takes a seat next to me on the stares and begins to pet the small black feline at our feet.

Despite all the alarm bells in my head telling me not to I spoke up

“…..I’m sorry” voice weak with shame.

“What is there to apologize for Dear?”

“The way I’ve been treating you since I got here. It’s shitty and despite all you put me through you don’t deserve it.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, it is simply in your nature to be cruel. What are demons otherwise.” His voice was calm and calculated like he was almost reading from a script.

“You could say that again.” I raise the bottle up to my lips. Despite being human no longer the alcohol burned my tongue and throat. Silently I offer it to him he looks into my eyes before delicately plucking the bottle out of my hand and bringing it to his lips. In one go he downed the rest of 1/3rd left. His hair falling back from in front of his face as he did so eyes coming to close and savior the burning sensation.

“There’s that sinful man I knew once upon a time.” He smiled softly handing the now empty bottle back to me and rising to his feet my eyes followed him as he did so.

“It’s simply unbecoming of a Phantomhive butler to be acting as such” and straightened out his waist coat and came to stand in front of me.

“Meet me here at midnight we must work on restoring your magic or all those years of training you will have simply been a waste” I scoffed he cannot be serious. Before I knew it he took my hand in his left a peck on my knuckles and was off back up the stairs inside to do Satan only know what.

I suppose your relationship with the crow demon is hard to define. At one point or another you were borderline friends with benefits other times simply teacher and student and now I suppose there isn’t a word for it. It’s complicated.

………

Uncomfortable was the word I’d use to describe my situation right now. The sun had long set and the moon was creeping over head and here I am were sitting in those same steps slightly cold and damp from the midnight dew. Fuck England fuck it and it’s stupid fucking weather. I bet some poor English soul thinks this is a perfect evening but they are horribly mistaken. For some unholy reason I decided to show up early and wait for him rather than being fashionably late as usually, but Satan only know he will show up at 12:00am sharp not 11:59pm or 12:01am. 12:00am sharp. Caught in my own thoughts I barely even realized the clock had struck midnight I suppose he may have gotten the best of me if I hadn’t heard him creep up this time. Without a word he came to a stop beside me and offered a hand. Wordlessly I took it, and we descended down the stairs hand and hand.

I finally broke the silence and our premarital hand holding sesh when we reached the middle of a field just outside the manor.

“So we gonna do this like old times or no cause I’d love the opportunity to beat this shit outta you again.”

He chuckled and looked at the ground.

“Unfortunately, no this is not a matter of power but rather strength of the mind.”

“So, you brought me out here to have a therapy sesh at midnight.” I deadpand.

He quirked an eyebrow at my comment and continued on “I’ve brought you out here to see the demon I constructed.”

Before I could respond he punched me to the ground and jumped fare back brandishing what I think was silverware.

He pulled his hand back and threw knife and fork at me from the grips of his knuckles. I barely dodge it before jumping up and giving this fucker a piece of my mind.

“I thought we were past this!”

“You must learn once more” his voice was way to calm for the situation at hand. He just kept attacking you just barely dodged.

I thought he’d really help me and not this tough love bullshit he used to admire so much.

Your legs burned from running and jumping and your head was swimming, and it was all just so increasing loud.

I had had enough. Enough of him toying with me enough of his telling me he loves me and then spitting in face.

That’s when you felt it the fire crackling at your palm's bright green embers lite the whole area.

“Enough! I am tired of your bullshit! Tired of you treating me like shit to make yourself feel bigger. And tired of you abandoning me.” Before you knew what you had done the flames shot toward him. In that moment you knew what you looked like hellish is a simple description fiery green eyes with small slit pupils. Power radiating off your hands and chaos flowing through your veins. Although the flams hit nothing simply dissipating when in contact with the trees. No, he wasn’t there anymore he was behind you. Still too fast for you. You could feel him there just less than a foot behind you he was practically on your back. But all you could think about was sucking air back into your lungs. His hands came forward to wrap around your throat and midsection, his front pressed to your back. You could feel his heartbeat in tandem with yours. After all those years of being so powerful it’s felt so exhausting being powerless. That’s simple attack to everything out of you and all you could do was simply melt into him as he held you. Still heaving for air.

“Breath” his voice low you could feel the vibrations comping from his chest.

One word that’s all it took to ground you. Using magic like this is like a bad trip. Like you have poison flowing through your veins and you’re not sure of what’s really there and what isn’t, but he somehow finds a way to bring you back to earth. Pull you from the firey depths of the underworld. It’s not uncommon for dream demons to get lost in the power and chaos. Yet despite all odd somehow Sebastian found a way. He loosened his grip on your throat but letting go his voice was in your ear and your head on his shoulder.

“I fear your power might be worse off than I had imagined.”

You sigh my breath finally returning to me.

“Can you muster the strength to walk?” Lazily you nod my head he guides you up the stairs and and into the servants' corridors. To a small bare room. Riding out this high is going to leave you with a nasty head ach in the morning you’re sure of it. Before you know it, you’re tucked into bed. Gazing up at Sebastian through wet eyelashes and groggy thought the only thing that really came to mind was home. A home you were not born into but one forged by the fire that ended your once human life.

Pt.3

#black butler #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #ciel phantomhive #fanfic #sebastian x reader #sebastian x y/n #sebastian x you

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tastes like home - mykhailo mudryk.

it wasn’t that he hated coffee.

mykhailo loved his sleep and he felt like coffee ruined his strict schedule.

but ever since enzo had introduced him to a small café near his house, mykhailo had been addicted to it.

his order was different every time. it ranged from coffees and tea, to vanilla muffins or gingerbread men.

you were one of the baristas there who always happened to be on the till when he came in at night before bed.

“what can i get you today?” you asked, whispering a little due to the young mother and her baby in the corner who was sleeping soundly.

he scanned the rack of sweet treats to see what special things were on today and he stopped at the honey cake.

back home, his mother used to make a honey cake every week for him so when he saw it, he knew he had to have it.

“um, can i get a honey cake and a coffee please?”

“to go, or do you want to sit in?”

“to go, please.”

mykhailo didn’t really like sitting in places like this. even though he was a footballer, he wasn’t really self-confident enough to do so.

he found himself watching as you expertly made the drink like you’d probably done thousands of times.

“here you go.” he was cut out of his little spell with you holding his items out to him and he took them and gave you a short smile, leaving the café.

he decided to sit in this time.

it was about half an hour before closing time so there was no one inside other than him and you, who was doing the closing shift alone.

you were wiping the tables down when he decided to ask you the question he had wondering since the other day.

“who makes the cakes?”

looking up, you shrugged lightly whilst grabbing his plate with your free hands. “the owner usually, but i help when she’s not around.”

“that honey cake the other day was very nice. it reminded me of home.”

you knew he wasn’t from around here due to the accent, but you didn’t expect him to tell you he was from ukraine.

“what are you doing in england?”

“i work here.”

he was surprised you didn’t even know who he was, but it made him feel a lot better that there was one less person to judge him.

looking at your name tag, he wondered how he’d never noticed it before. y/n. it suited you.

when you left to go and put his plate in the dishwasher, mykhailo stood from his seat with his money. “here, keep the change.”

it was an extra ten pounds. you couldn’t. “no. it’s too much, please take it back.”

mykhailo smiled when he saw you following behind him through the reflection of the glass, so he turned to stop.

“how about you keep it and we go on a date sometime?”

“a-a what?”

it was enzo that had convinced him to finally ask. he had been speaking about you since he started going to the café and enzo was eager to see you both together.

“a date. you and me, anywhere you want,” he smirked at you. you forgot all about his change and you took a step backwards.

mykhailo thought he had done something wrong and perhaps made you uncomfortable, but you didn’t tell him to leave you alone.

instead, you grabbed a honey cake that you had been making to keep you busy, placing a slice in a bag for him.

“i’ll think about it,” you shrugged. mykhailo laughed, taking the bag with a curt nod. “okay, well let me know what you think tomorrow.”

when he left, you already knew what you were going to say.

but enzo’s words ran through your head which made you let out a giggle when closing up.

‘make him sweat for a little bit. he killed me in some game the other day and i want to get one back at him.’

#mykhailo mudryk x reader #mykhailo mudryk #mudryk #chelsea fc #chelsea #football x reader #football imagines #football

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chaotic-nick · 1 year

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wc: 1170

note: I wrote this last year when I was deep in my Attorney Woo Young Woo phase and was a second-year uni student taking broadcasting subjects [I used the Shawarama shop mentioned in the fic for my project and it closed down a month after.]

Relationship dynamic: Boss Erwin x secretary Reader/ secret relationship AU

“Give me fifteen minutes,” Erwin said to his secretary who walked behind him, swiping through his schedule on the work iPad. Once the elevator doors closed, he reached for his card in his pocket and extended his arm out to her. “What was that coffee you got me?”

Scrunching her face in thought was the first expression different from a plastered smile,“Iced cafe Vanilla . . . from Mcdonalds.” She bit her tongue back from reminding Erwn that he took a sip from her coffee and only realised that the one meant for him was on his desk when he was packing to go home.

“Woke me up last time.” as the elevator floors took them up to his floor, Erewin swallowed and slowly turned to her with a reluctant look on his face as he said, “And I’ll fire you if you don’t get yourself anything.”

“Of course, Erwin lied when he said fifteen minutes. (And he swallowed his own words, “Ordering coffee only takes— what? Five? Seven minutes. That’s all you need, when she made him order his own coffee.)

He wasn’t that type anymore. Slowly relaxing after five years of being the company’s CFO.

And slowly, after a morning of meetings with the board of directors and potential shareholders, Erwin let himself turn the swivel chair to face the blue sky stretched across buildings and lean a little more further into his chair to rest.

His mind drifted to what restaurants he hadn’t taken her to.

Using her back to push open the door, and careful not to spill any coffee on the sandwiches she bought, ”Sir!” She called out ready to tell him what she saw— one of their almost clients already bragging that they got Erwin’s signature.

Turning around she was greeted by a human image of a cat napping in the sun. Erwin’s face relaxed and the sun highlighted the premature grey hairs on the sides of his face. “Sir,” she called, setting down the coffee.

When he didn’t move, (Y/n) threw a quick glance at the door and circled to the table. “Erwin, wake up.” She said, placing her hand on his face.

“Back so soon?” He yawned— then violently shook his head. A pitiful attempt in waking himself up or removing the sleep that lingered. Always giving him dizzy spells rather than its intended purpose.

Going back across the desk to sit down. “Another fifteen minutes and it would’ve been an hour. Sir.”

“What did you get yourself?”

“The same thing as yours. I needed to wake up, too.”

“How about?” His tongue darted out to lick away the mayonnaise on the side of his mouth. And she looked at him longer, seeing an older version of his childhood picture —one that she kept as her lockscreen on a personal phone— come to life again. “We go to dinner after this? Have this Thursday* night to ourselves.”

(*Thursday nights = the last day of the week where I live)

“Sure,” (Y/n) followed “I’m not busy after work anyway. My boyfriend’s too busy with work all the time.”

Though he knew she joked, Erwin’s heart was hit with a pang of guilt. “My girlfriend’s the same too, unfortunately. I think her boss is keeping her after hours.”

The restaurants within their buildings were full enough for Erwin’s name to be treated as another person trying to use their work title. When he was informed of the business meetings being conducted inside, he only nodded and thanked them for their service. He was becoming sick of it. Really sick of it.

“I know a place,” (Y/n) chirped when she saw him sigh into his seat and run a hand through his hair, “not really sure if you’d like it.”

“Sure, why not. I’ll get to know you better.” As if they haven’t been together in silence for nearly a year. Though she knew what he meant. It was the little things from before their paths crossed that made them into . . . them. “Tell me where it is.”

“I only know how to go there by the metro.” Her little thing was that her life after highschool was exploring the country with the trains. It fascinated her and made life more cinematic as she’d describe it.

“We have GPS.” And then that’s Erwin’s little thing. Calling location apps GPS. “What’s resto’s name?”

“Erwin . . .it’s written in Arabic,” her eyes were wide and her posture slumping in distress,“I don’t know what it’s called.”

“Then,” he sighed into his seat, beginning to reverse his car out of the parking lot. “We’ll find it by car, right?”

Leaning to reach for the control panel, her finger hovered over the button with a waiting look thrown at Erwin’s concentrated face. “Right,” she smiled, watching how his roof slowly folded, the streetlights illuminating his face.

“So,” she asked Erwin who rested his torso against the steering wheel, eyes watching the workers made one shawarma after another and send it off to their delivery drivers. “this helped me survive college and all my internships.”

“This place?” It was different from all the restaurants he’d taken her to. And different from his world. “It’s all chicken?”

“No, no. It’s a shawarma place, but there’s more than that inside,” pushing the door open, “Don’t worry you’re with me.” She said and then stretched her arm up to yell, “Helloooow, UNCLE!”

His eyes scanned every part of the restaurant, still though, he remembered to hold the door open for her to come in. “They also know my mom . . . and my dad. Ooh also my brothers, they know everyone here. Basically, if you come here enough they’ll have your orders memorised and poof. That’s it.” Only two tables and yet the delivery drivers came one after another.

“Chicken Barbeque.” He read on one of the menus.

“Hmm?” (Y/n) followed his eyes focused on the grill. “That’s what you want?”

“Sure, yeah. I’m putting all of my trust in you—” “You don’t wanna read the menu, ‘Win?” “I’ll do that too . . .”

“Chicken Barbecue,” repeated ‘uncle’ when he put the silver platter in front of them. A whole chicken resting on bread with vegetables on the side. On the other were sauces in overflowing the plastic containers they were in.

“Wow.” She said, “Thank you, uncle.”

“Yalla, enjoy.” He said, throwing a towel over his shoulder, and turning the TV on to a live broadcast of their home country’s football team.

(Y/n) reached her hands for Erwin’s still buttoned sleeves. “Gimme, gimme.”

“You can wash your hands there.” She pointed with her chin as she folded his sleeves. Never removing her eyes from him, whose face looked younger with curiosity.

“You eat this with your hands?”

“First time?”

“It is!”

“Don’t worry you’re with me.”

“I’m full,” said Erwin, falling behind a few steps for the first time. Rubbing his belly over the white shirt he sighed again, “Very full.”

She grinned tiredly at this, angling her shoulder to push her apartment door open, “Wanna come in for tea?”

“If I fall asleep it’s the chicken.”

“Okay, okay. You left your toothbrush here the last time.”

#nick writes fics #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith x you #erwin smith x y/n #aot x y/n #aot fanfiction

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kimryowo · 4 months

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Our Not-So Happy Ending

prologue - part ii.

❝すべての重荷を下ろして休んでください。❞

“Off With Your Head!” Riddle shouted as a collar appeared around Grim’s neck, only making the cat scream more.

“MYAH!? What are you doing!?!” He exclaimed angrily.

Y/N watched as the collar magically appeared, so this place really was full of magic! How exciting! This was so thrilling, and it was such an amazing dream too, she might not want to wake up just yet!

“The Queen of Hearts Rule Twenty Three; ‘One must never bring a cat to a formal affair.’ Your very presence is a violation of order. You will vacate these premises immediately.” Riddle ordered.

Grim was not happy by this. “But I ain’t a cat either! Don’t try to collar me! I’ll burn it right off!” He tried to activate the blue flames, yet, it didn’t work. “Wh-What gives!? My fire ain’t workin’!”

Riddle only looked at the feline with a scrutinous expression. “Until I deign to remove that collar, you won’t be using any magic. You’re naught but a pet cat now.”

“M-MeoWHAT!? I ain’t nobody’s pet NOTHING!” Grim shouted angrily, stomping his little paw on the floor.

Y/N giggled as she saw the feline throw a tantrum, this was so bizarre! She’d never seen a cat walk on two legs, talk or was able to use fire like Grim has.

“Oh, you’ve nothing to worry about there. I certainly have no interest in having you as a pet. The collar will disappear once you’re removed from campus,” Riddle said with an eye roll and scoff.

Azul laughed heartily, “Haha! Good show as always, Riddle. Your signature spell locks down any magic. It’s quite handy. I’ve just GOT to have it— ah… I mean, I’ve just got to have respect for it.”

This time, it was Crowley’s time to look disappointed. “Enma! Was I not clear that you are expected to take responsibility for your familiar!? Now discipline your— What’s that? It isn’t yours?”

“I’ve told you repeatedly that it isn’t mine!” Enma said with a frustrated scowl.

He seemed to ponder for a moment before he turned to face the young girl. “Okay then, Y/N, is this your familiar?”

She stared at Grim before looking at Crowley, shaking her head, “no sir! I’ve never seen that kitty before!”

“Oh…” Crowley seemed a little disappointed upon hearing the two human’s responses. “Is that so?” He cleared his throat, “then I shall have it expelled it from campus. I shall even spare it from being served as dinner. My, but I AM kind… Someone take this away, please.”

Grim began to shout even more, didn’t his voice get tired? “Noooo! Let me goooooo! You fools better remember my name! ‘Cause I’m gonna go down in the annals of magic history! Just you wait!”

Enma watched as Grim began to be dragged off somewhere before his eyes caught Y/N’s ones. She had been so enamoured by the whole thing that she’d been in awe the whole time.

“I feel kind of sorry for him,” the boy whispered to her, and she nodded.

“Well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. I hereby declare that orientation had concluded!” He said as silent fell over the room. “Hm? Come tot think of it, I don’t see Housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere…”

“And that surprises you?” The boy with lion ears asked sarcastically, “dude’s a total recluse.”

“Wait a sec… Did anyone even invite him?” The boy with red eyes inquired.

The handsome boy sighed, “if you’re that worried about him missing out, maybe you should have told him yourself.”

The red eyed boy hummed, “maybe… but I don’t know him too well either…”

Whispered erupted from the crowd of new students and Y/N and Enma listened intently.

“Draconia..? Like, Malleus Draconia? That Draconia?” One student muttered quietly.

“So it’s true? He really does go to school here then?” Another added.

“Yikes…” One mumbled.

“Ah, just as I’d expected.” A new voice said, it was a boy with a deep voice. “I figured I’d come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance. But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an offical ceremony.”

Someone wasn’t invited? Well, that was no good! Nobody deserved to be left out! If Y/N ever met this Malleus Draconia, she’d be sure to perform the best show ever to make him smile!

“You have my sincerest apologies. I assure you, this oversight was in no way intended as a snub.” Azul stated.

“I mean, you must admit, he’s not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with.” Riddle added.

The boy with the deep voice just sighed shallowly, “no matter. All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me. I just hope he doesn’t sulk about this…”

Y/N watched as the people of said House Diasomnia began to follow the short boy, presumably back to where this Malleus person stayed.

“Well, you two. This is a most unfortunate turn of events. I’m afraid that. you will not be attending Night Raven Academy after all. Surely you realise that I cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability to my academy. But, worry not. The Dark Mirror will see you home safely. Now, step to into the gate, and visualise the place you whence you came.” Crowley advised.

Y/N saw Enma let out a sigh of relief. She watched as he stepped up first, thinking of wherever it was he came from.

“O Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!” Crowley bellowed, his voice ringing throughout the room.

Yet, the Mirror gave no response. So, Crowley cleared his throat awkwardly, “l-let us, er… try this again. O Dark Mirror! Return this soul—“

“There is no such place,” the Mirror stated blankly.

Crowley was shocked, “what?”

“There is no place in this world where this soul belongs. None.” The Mirror says.

The headmage thought for a moment, trying to find a reasonable answer for this conundrum. Perhaps Y/N would be sent back to her home then. “Y/N, it’s your turn.”

With a happy skip and nod, she stood inside the gate, visualising Phoenix Wonderland, her family and her friends.

“O Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!” Crowley recited, secretly hoping that this time it would work.

Yet, “there is no such place,” the Mirror repeated blankly.

“But, how can that be? My, but today is a veritable cavalcade of impossible phenomena!” The headmage exclaimed. “This has never happened throughout my long tenure. I must confess that I am something of a loss. Tell me, from what lands do you hail?”

Enma remained silent, as if he was unsure of the answer himself.

So, Y/N answered, “Shibuya, Tokyo!”

The eccentric man hummed, “I’m afraid I am not familiar with such a place. I am intimately acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet… This mysterious homeland of yours eludes me. Let us go to the library and look it up, shall we? We can even try to find where it is Enma has come from as well.”

What? He had no idea where Tokyo was? Well, this was a dream after all, so it kind of made sense… right?

The walk to the library was short and silent. Crowley seemed to be thinking about how the two mysterious humans came here — or how to get them home.

Arriving in the library, he pulled out many geography books and maps from various shelves, sprawling them out on a table, reading them for a few minutes.

Those minutes were long and silent.

“Just as I’d suspected,” he said, placing his hands on his hips, “nothing. Not even your homeland is listed on any map from any point in history. Now, are you QUITE sure that you come from such a place? That it wasn’t some sort of lie or jape, Miss Y/N? Because, if so, the only explanation is that you’ve come from another planet. Or perhaps you were summoned here from another dimension.”

Y/N let out a squeak of surprise, “eh? So… so… you haven’t heard of anywhere like Miyamasuzaka Girl’s Academy, Scramble Crossing or even Phoenix Wonderland!?”

“Both of you, show me everything you have brought here with you. Do you have some form of identification, a drivers license perhaps? Or even a… shoe? You do seem a tad bit… empty-handed,” the headmage commented.

Fishing through her pockets, Y/N searched for her phone. Yes! She still had it! The only thing was that it was completely dead. She let out a whine and pouted a bit.

“That’s fine, we will charge it soon enough, Miss Y/N, now, what about you Enma? Do you have any sort of identification?” He asked.

Enma did the same as Y/N, however, came out empty-handed. “As you’ve said, I’ve got nothing.”

“Well, this is quite the predicament. I cannot have people with no aptitudes for magic bumbling about my magic academy. And yet, as an educator, I am loath to expel young people without a cent to their name, or any. ability to contact their guardian… Truly, my grace is boundless. Hmmmm… Ah! There is a vacant building on this campus. it was, in fact, used as a dorm a long time ago. With proper cleaning, it should be habitable enough. Out of the profound kindness of my heart, I will allow you both to live there for the time being. In the meantime, we will investigate other ways to send you home. Dear me, but I am a gracious man indeed! A model educator, one might say.” Crowley praised himself, “well then, I shall take you both to your dorm straight away. It is an older building, but it has plenty of… character, one might say.”

Would Y/N even wake up soon? She was missing home more and more now, would she even be able to access the SEKAI? She would only have to hope.

Arriving at a falling apart dorm wasn’t something Y/N expected per se, “uwah!! Everything is so messy!”

“Uh, you want us to stay… here?” Enma asked the man.

“Isn’t it delightful?” Crowley said chipperly, “right, scoot inside now. There you go.” He pushed the two magicless humans inside the falling apart dorm. “This should keep the elements at bay for the time being. Now, I should return to my research. Do try to find some way to busy yourselves. But, don’t let me catch you wandering the campus! Ta~!”

Then, he left.

He was eccentric and funny, Y/N actually thought about Tsukasa. She missed her friends, this dream was going on too long too! When would she wake up?

“It’s like a desolate snowscape. Only with dust. I don’t even see a clean place to sit…” Enma muttered as he brushed the mountain of dust off a chair.

They then heard the rain hit the roof of the ramshackled dorm.

“GWAH! It’s pouring out there!” A familiar voice exclaimed as the door opened to the dorm, closing behind the figure.

It was Grim!

“Bwahahah!” He laughed maniacally, “the look on your faces were priceless! Like a bat that got blasted by a water gun. As if I wouldn’t just. sneak back onto campus the second I escape pryin’ eyes. You all got no idea what I’m capable of! I ain’t givin’ up on goin’ here just cause I got kicked out one measly ol’ time. And if you think otherwise, you don’t know Grim!”

The girl let out a laugh when Enma began to scream for guards playfully, which resulted in her mimicking him.

“Hey! N-No! Bad humans! BAD HUMANS! Ain’t you gonna ask what. I’m doin’ here!? That’s what you people do, right? Talk about feelings and stuff? Just what kinda humans are ya, anyway? It wouldn’t kill ya to listen to me! Right!? I was born to do this! I’m a magical prodigy who’s got the makins’ to become one of the greatest mages who ever lived! So, I’ve been waitin’ and waitin’ for that black carriage to come for me. And yet… Hrmph!! That Dark Mirror’s got no eye for talent! That’s why I took the initiative and came here myself. You humans don’t understand what a mistake you’re makin’! Not letting me in is a great loss to the world! Mrraooo! C’mon, scoot over! I’m getting dripped on here! Bwah! Another hole in the roof!? These flamin’ ears are like my trademark, y’know!? I can’t let ‘em get doused!” Grim ranted.

Y/N was still fascinated by him being bale to speak but he was a cute kitty too! She’d never seen one like him either.

“Guess I’ll go look for some buckets, want to come Y/N?” Enma asked, looking at the girl.

“Un! Okay!” She nodded happily.

“I dunno why you don’t just magic those holes away. You could have it fixed in half a jiff. Ahhh, right. You can’t use magic at all! Pfft..! Man, you guys are useless.”

That seemed to irk the boy because he scowled. “Then why don’t you do it?”

Grim laughed in surprise, “heh? You want ME to help YOU? Ha! You got the wrong idea. I’m just a stranger takin’ shelter from the rain. You ain’t the boss of me. If ya’ had some cans of tuna to trade, well, that’d be another story. But I don’t work for free.”

“Yikes, the leaks are getting really bad. We really should find those buckets,” Enma suggested to himself.

And so, the trio then went into a hallway. As they stood in the ramshackled hallway, they could hear all kinds of unpleasant sounds like creaks and tapping.

“This place really freaks me out,” the boy said, Grim nodding.

“Yeeheehee… Bwahahahaha… We haven’t had visitors in ages! Oh, I’m just itchin’ for new friends! Ahahah!” There was a ghost!

“Gh-Gh-Ghosts!” Enma exclaimed with a shriek.

Y/N only gasped, hiding begin Enma — as if it’d do anything to protect her.

“Hey, keep it down over— AAAAAAAH! GHOSTS! GHOOOOOOOOOOSTS!” Grim screamed loudly, his voice going an octave higher.

“All the people who used ta’ live here got scared of us and ran away.” Another ghost said.

“We just want a new ghost to play with! What do you say, buddy?” The previous ghost asked with a cheeky grin.

“Help me!” Enma shrieked.

Y/N saw as Grim shivered, were they afraid of ghosts? She wasn’t, what she was scared of was the dark.

“EEEEEP! I’m a master sorcerer! I ain’t afraid of any dumb ghosts! Myahaaaa!” Grim exclaimed, shooting fire towards the three ghosts.

“Nuh-uh~! Not even close.” Another one said.

“Over here! Over here! Ahahaha!” The first one cackled.

“Argh!” Grim hissed, spraying more fire everywhere. “They keep disappearing and reappearing!”

“You’re gonna set the whole dorm ablaze!” Enma scolded the feline, who only snapped back.

“Shaddup! I don’t need any lip from you!”

“Beat them, and we’ve got a can of tuna with your name on it!” Enma told the cat, knowing what the answer would be.

“Myah..!? Hmph! I’m Grim, Master Sorcerer! How come I can’t even hit one of these little—“

The ghosts simply laughed at him, they thought of this as a game.

Grim only grew more frustrated. “Hrmph! Ganging up on us… Yer just a buncha’ cowards!”

“Did I say one can of tuna? I meant two.” Enma continued to taunt Grim.

Y/N let out a shriek, these ghosts were spooky!

“You… humans! You tell me which way the ghosts are!” Grim ordered.

“Un! Okay!” Y/N exclaimed.

“To your left,” Enma chimed in.

Grim followed the instructions of the two humans and aimed his fire left, hitting a ghost who yelped. “Aaaah! It buuuuuuuurns!”

“Ha, got one! Keep it up, just like that… And lets clear out the lot of ‘em!” Grim said determinedly.

They soon began to call out directions, though, Y/N would say something and then Enma would say the opposite.

“Rrrrrgh! My fires not hittin’ anything! What’s that? You’re sayin’ you want me to listen? I can’t listen when you’re both saying different things! Huh? ‘Behind me’?” Grim asked, turning around.

“BOO!” A ghost shouted.

“MYAH!! O-Okay…. that one was pretty good!” Grim yelped.

Eventually, with a hand covering Y/N’s mouth, Grim had cleared the room of ghosts.

“Nice! That actually worked! Hey, humans! What should I do next? Give ‘em the works? Hehe! Can do! MYAHH! EAT THIS!”

#our not-so happy ending #kimryowo #yandere #project sekai #pjsk #colorful stage #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere harem #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #twst x reader

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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year

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good days: I think you should write for sam wilson and I'm giving you this prompt: "don't play dumb, you know what i want." "spell it out for me, baby."

Bad Days and Good Head

Pairing: Sam Wilson x f. reader

Genre: smut (lemon)

Warnings: sub!Sam, dom!reader, mommy kink (she came back w/o an invitation), face sitting, tongue fucking, implied blowjob

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Sam is more than ready to make you feel better after a bad day at work.

Notes: Thank you queen Selene for the request! I love Sam and am so excited to share my first fic of him 🥹🫶 And thank you @mochie85 for beta reading 🥰 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

What makes you feel empowered?

There is no right or wrong answer to this question. In fact, that answer can change at any point in your life. When you were a young child, you felt empowered when you won your school spelling bee. As a teenager, you felt empowered when you confronted your sworn enemy after being fed up with her bullying. Now that you are an adult, nothing is more empowering than having a beautiful man submit to your every desire, giving you orgasm after orgasm.

That man being Captain America himself, Mr. Sam Wilson.

You landed your dream job of working at the White House, which was where you met Sam. He was a frequent visitor, mainly so the President could have an excuse to take pictures with him and post them on social media. The two of you met in a meeting and the sexual tension between you was so strong that the President had to table the meeting out of awkwardness. It didn’t take long for you and Sam to sneak into the closest bathroom to fuck each other’s brains out. And so that was the beginning of your blossoming relationship.

Although you were grateful to be given the opportunity to work your dream job, today was one of those days where you wished you could be anywhere but the White House. You were slammed with paperwork and meetings that could have easily been an email. As you sunk into the couch with your feet kicked up on the coffee table, Sam was immediately by your side, massaging your aching feet.

“Bad day?” He asked sympathetically.

You sighed. “”Bad’ doesn’t even cut it.”

Sam puckered his lower lip and gazed up at you with sullen eyes. “Any way I can make it better?”

“Don’t play dumb, you know what I want.” You didn’t care how demanding and snappy you sounded. Your main priority was to forget about how awful work was while getting some mind blowing head. Lucky for you, Sam was turned on by your feistiness and he was ready to please you on your signal.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded. Your star spangled man began to crawl on top of you when you stopped him.

“Actually, I think we should spice things up.” Sam stared at you like a deer in headlights. “Lie down on the couch.”

He switched positions with you, his back flat against the leather cushions as you hovered over him. As you unzipped your skirt and pulled your tights down, Sam grew curious as to what you had in store for him. However, he knew better than to question your motives. You trained him well enough to only ask the important questions such as “Is this okay?” or “Do you like when I do this?” You liked things simple. It turned you off when Sam, and even past partners, would try to have small talk during sex so you made it a point to keep conversation to a minimum.

Sam’s eyes landed on your bare pussy, which inched closer to his face as you climbed over him. At this point, he had a few ideas of what you wanted him to do to you.

“Ready to eat Mommy’s pussy, baby?”

It was as if a switch was flipped inside Sam. A switch that only you were allowed to turn on and off. His voice became whiny and his cock strained in his pants.

“Fuck, yes, Mommy! I just want to make you feel good.”

You let out a sinister chuckle. “Good boy.”

With that, you lowered your hips down until your pussy pressed snugly against his plush lips. A blissful sigh escaped your throat as he devoured your cunt.

What were you so worked up about again? Doesn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was your pleasure.

Sam’s tongue teased your slick hole, causing you to lightly rut your hips against his face. He gripped your thighs before plunging his tongue inside you and stretching your entrance.

“Oh, fuck!” You shouted, grasping the couch for leverage. “Leave your tongue out like that. I wanna fuck it.” Sam did as you asked and you bounced on top of his tongue, your uncontrolled moans filling the room.

The sight of you riding his tongue with your eyes rolling to the back of your head made his cock throb with need. The need to feel your hands and lips and pussy around his length, giving him the same attention he was giving you. But he knew that moment would come. Right now was about you.

“God, I love your tongue! Feels so good- shit!” At that moment, Sam started flicking your clit with his fingers while shoving his tongue in and out of you. Your nails dug into the upholstery as you felt your release approaching. The man beneath you smirked against your heat as your legs began to tremble.

“Keep going, baby. Make me come like that, please, please, please! I’m so close!” Your beau rubbed your clit faster while tracing figure eights in your pussy.

You couldn’t pinpoint the moment it happened. It could’ve been a move Sam did or it could have been the pressure building up like air in a balloon. Either way, your pleasure exploded into little sparkles of bliss. Your back arched into a perfect curve as you cried your lover’s name into the abyss. Sam lapped up the sticky mess between his face and your mound as the aftershocks coursed through your body. He kissed your bud, which was your cue to hop off his face and join him on the couch.

“Jesus, Sam, that was-“

“Yeah, I could tell.” Sam laughed, petting your head as you pressed your ear to his heartbeat. Your head bobbed along with his chest as he cleared his throat.

“So, can I, uhhh…”

You rolled onto your front side, resting your chin on top your folded arms and kicking your feet in the air. Part of you could already guess what Sam wanted to say, but something about the way he would get flustered after eating you out was cute and sexy at the same time.

“What is it? Spell it out for me, baby.”

Sam chuckled shyly. “Can you suck my cock? Please…Mommy?”

Your lips brushed his softly before you slid down his body to unbutton his pants.

“Thought you would never ask, baby.”

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felizusnavidad · 2 months

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Hey I have three questions about Hamilton that I didn’t get, totally cool if u don’t know I just don’t know who else would

1) why when I went to see it did they change the name in Your Obedient Servant from Weehawking or however you spell it to New Jersey??

2) why did first burn get cut out and switched for regular Burn I think it’s so much better but is there a reason?

3) what the hell ever happened to Peggy??

yooooo, i love these questions! i'll try to answer all of them (also i feel flattered you decided to ask me omg this is so nice):

1. so i did my research & the most important thing is: where did you see the show? cause apparently there were some small lyric changes in the uk & one of them was new jersey instead of weehawking, to quote lin: "the londoners thought it was we hawkin" (now why did this make me laugh lmao). also, weehawking is in new jersey so it makes sense.

2. i also think first burn is generally a better song, BUT i actually think the final version of burn works better in the show (that is just my opinion tho, you may disagree). the i see how you look at my sister is still shocking to me. first burn is more angry than sad, i kinda feel like it's just too contradictory to how eliza is portrayed in the show, if that makes sense. but hey, that's just my theory, i actually never found any official info coming from lin so we can only assume that was the reason.

3. she died. i think she wasn't really that important in the show so this is why lin didn't really find enough time to explain this, but the real peggy married rich & died young, at the age of 42 if i'm correct.

#sorry i don't really know the answer to every question although i wish i did #i hope you're satisfied tho #thank you for the ask!#i love musicals omg #hamilton #anon #yes i got your letter yes i'm doing better*

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nobodysdaydreams · 2 months

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I WAITED ALL THIS TIME FOR CUTTER’S TRAGIC BACKSTORY AND IT’S THAT HE GOT HIS TELESCOPE STOLEN AS A TEENAGER AND DECLARED REVENGE?

Oh, well then, forget Hilbert’s family dying of radiation, Jacobi’s guilt over his failures, and Maxwell’s alienation from her family, THIS was the sad villain backstory the show was building up to. And Cutter is so serious about it too, y’all I can’t. 🤣

(Or my reaction to Wolf359’s Special Episode: Volte Face)

Hi Dear Readers. Gonna be doing some work during this one, but I hope you like the reaction regardless because I've put off enough, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Here we go!

Tagging the mutuals who got me invested in this, and if you want to be tagged or untagged from these posts, lmk, or you can follow my blog or simply follow the tag "#bods wolf359 reactions". Anyone who has followed me for a while knows my updates are inconsistent, so I apologize in advance for that and for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my posts.

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Special Episode: Volte Face

Huh. A few years before the start of the show. This should be interesting.

Oh ew Rachel.

Wait is this her origin story?

Enlil (yes I looked up the spelling this time, yes I was careful, and yes I did this after the reaction) is so cheery. Like Cutter if he was actually nice.

Wait. Why are they calling her “Miss. Nash”?

Oh. They tried to kill her at the hotel. And she seems to know they’d try to do this, is totally okay with it, and willingly getting on a plan with them? Okay?

Don’t like this David Clark fellow.

Nash is not nice Enlil. She’s not nice at all.

Does Cutter kill or hire all the reporters that come to his door? If so, I hope Minkowski’s husband is okay.

The safety video is on mute? That’s symbolic.

The AI is the only character I like.

Andrea Nash? Am I hearing this wrong, I swear that’s Rachel Young.

So Enlil got the job Hera wanted. Flying a fancy jet all day. Hera did say that’s what happens when you’re happy and do as you’re told.

Huh. Did not expect Cutter to be a Harry Potter fan.

Ew not Cutter doing the “welcome to Wolf359” I hate it.

Was Goddard the OG Marcus? Wright-Goddard? Interesting… let’s see… 40s, 50s, 60s… AI.

Renamed in 1974… so that’s significant. Also when Cutter says “things no monkey could do” why do I think he means humans?

1976. So that’s when he took control.

People? I don’t like the sound of that.

Change the world for the better? …no. I respectfully disagree.

Oh she’s not asking about certain things. Restraining bolt?

“where were we” “how you were gonna change the world for the better” 🤣 yeah. Right after he removes everyone’s free will, sure.

Are all these people that are being listed Cutter? That’s a lot of new people.

Right they all disappeared.

Do the names of the stars have a similar pattern that the fake names have?

What does she mean by “I have EVERYTHING”? What is everything? Like… everything everything?

Oh they got that restraining bolt.

David. I think Cutter might decide to give you the restraining bolt instead.

“The same reason you don’t hold this job for more than a decade” DANG!

Matthew Newman?

Oh that’s him isn’t it? The real him?

IS THAT A GUN?

This escalated so quick.

Oh she got him. And Cutter took this so personally.

Come on Cutter. Drop the backstory. Oh Andrea Nash isn’t her name either.

Yep. Matthew Newman. Here he is.

Ah. A little high school student poking his nose where it didn’t belong. Oh so Cutter has been infatuated with aliens since he was a boy.

Wait. That’s it? The government took his telescope when he was 15 and he declared revenge? That’s his sad backstory? That’s the best he could do?

Oh and then he got fired when someone had to take the fall at the company. That too. But he still said he declared revenge when he was in high school? This is ridiculous. And further proof that science nerds who are also over dramatic theater kids cannot be trusted (expect for me because I’m special 🥰).

Oh so when Matthew left he gave the restructure order. I see… but then how did he get the new bodies?

He found Miranda Pryce. But how did she have the tech?

Maybe he used plastic surgery the first time around.

Oh. He was Miranda’s first test subject. And she wanted to manipulate the human body probably because of her blindness.

“Revenge is fun” “you can just steal one” “space exploration is only part of the bigger picture: progress. I want a better future” put those three statements together and tell me if you sound like a good guy, Cutter.

I see. So rather than stop him, Nash wants in so that she can have a hand in it. She’s just as gross as he is.

“No” *cuts to Andrea as Rachel head of special projects*

Cutter has seen Monsters Inc?

“More productive use” “Volte Face” okay this is the part where you should have brought a gun… oh the wave radiation. Good thing she’s knows that. I guess that’s enough to give Cutter the job. Rough day for you David.

Oh she has to reinvent herself. Rachel. Yep. So this is how she got here. I don’t like her. She knows what Cutter’s about, and her response is she wants in? Absolute worst.

“Goodbye Miss. Nash”

Well that was sort of a dark ending. You either willingly give up your humanity to join Pryce and Cutter or they take it. One way or another.

Anyway, now we know more about Rachel and Cutter. Gotta say, his sad backstory is funnier and lamer than I could have ever imagined. I was, bear minimum, expecting something like the board members who pushed him out of the company were close personal friends, or maybe his parents yelled at him and forced him to give up his space dreams or even a line about the kids at school laughing at him for being a high schooler who believed in aliens. But nope. He stumbled upon something, got his telescope stolen by the government and was like “you know what? I’m gonna spend the rest of my life and several more lifetimes getting revenge for this specifically.” The people who took the dang telescope aren’t even alive anymore! Look, I get they also ransacked his house and yelled at him, which is a lot for a teenager, but to respond by declaring revenge then and there and plotting world domination, I just…

I mean, I guess the moral of the story is don’t inconvenience a young science genius if they’re also a dramatic theater kid. Because they will immediately jump to world domination and change their name as part of that process and befriend(?) an evil woman who gives them next level tech. It’s happened too many times in too many of my fandoms (well two so far, show Curtain and Cutter. At least show Curtain’s sad thing was that his family left him. Still not an excuse considering his brother was also a kid at the time, but it’s better than a telescope).

I can see why you all hyped this up. It’s hilarious, but also shows how being affiliated with Cutter makes people slowly lose their humanity (again, one way or another) despite Cutter calling himself a “people person”.

Also if Rachel knows about the modified bodies, does that mean she has one? Or maybe she’s not old enough yet.

On a more serious note: Rachel’s character makes me sad. She could use her powers for good and expose so many bad people. And it sounds like she did for a while. But then she decided to sell out. Disappointing. What a waste. And since Rachel and Andrea were both fake names… we might never learn who she really is. Or maybe that doesn’t matter, since that person, who ever she was, no longer exists. Again, Cutter and Pryce do specialize in taking away other people’s humanity.

Well. Only 2 hours left. Not tonight, but later. When I have time to really sit and give a good listen. We’re in the endgame now dear readers. I hope y’all are ready!

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I didn't ask for this

Summery: Y/N was many things, college student, babysitter, daughter, Eddie Munson's best friend. What she wasn't is a coward, so when she saw Eddie fighting off the bats on his own, all she could think of is no not him. So she protects him, what she wasn't expecting was to fall asleep and then wake up feeling hungry.

Warning: spelling and grammar mistakes, blood, character death (and its not who you think it is), angst, happy ending.

A/N: Anyone have any ideas of where they would like to see where this could go, please let me know! I'd love to hear what you guys want to see.

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Not Eddie, something whispered into your ear, anyone but Eddie. Despite not knowing where the thought came from, you agreed. Maybe on any normal day, you would question something like this, but today was far from normal. Later, when everything calms down, you’ll question it. You couldn’t picture a life without Eddie, and you didn’t want to either.

So without thinking, you ran towards him making as much noise as you could, hoping the bats would move towards you. And it worked, you’re not sure how but it worked and you weren’t going to question it.

“What?” Eddie mumbled, watching in confusion as the bats flew from him. He turned around and watched as they surrounded you. But it was impossible, right? You should have been in the real Hawkins, not here.

But there you stood, fighting off the bats as hard as you could until one by one they bit you. “Y/n!” Eddie shouted, running towards you as fast as he could, but by the time he made it, the bats had flown away and you were on the ground.

“Y/n,” Eddie whispered, dropping down beside you. He carefully lifted your head, cradling your face with one hand as you coughed up blood. “You idiot, why did you do that?”

“I couldn’t imagine a world without you,” you wheezed out. Now wasn’t the time to lie. You could feel it, feel your life draining away slowly. Eddie held back a sob, but you could see the tears in his eyes. “Awe, don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying, stupid,” he sobbed, carding his fingers threw your hair so it wasn’t covering your face. “How am I supposed to live without you?”

“I didn’t-” another wet cough went through you before you could finish the thought. “I didn’t think that through. But there’s always going to be another me.”

Eddie shook his head. “There’s never going to be another you.” And Eddie kept talking, but your attention was waning in and out.

You know that saying? About your whole life flashing before you before you die? While that was happening as Eddie talked. You watched as little you and Eddie played around in the yard, watched you two argue about who was better at tag, then proceeded to chase each other around the school yard. Watched as the two of you grew up into teens, and then young adults.

But there was a particular memory that stuck with you, and the fact that it only happened a few days ago was crazy.

You sluggishly made your way through your trailer. It had been a long day at school and you couldn’t wait to curl up and read. Your day had been busy with school and homework and working at the diner, you were half convinced you would be spending the night at work.

But your boss took pity on you and allowed you to go home a few hours before your shift ended. So, when you drove home, there was still sun out, which you were thankful for.

Opening the door to your room, you dropped your backpack and fell face first onto your bed. You sighed in content as you sank into the mattress, and let your muscles relax. It was nice to finally do nothing, and you could almost let yourself fall asleep right then and there.

And you would have too, if not for the guitar drifting through your window. Smiling into the blanket, you rolled over and moved to open the window. It was like clock work, every time you came home, Eddie started playing. It didn’t matter what time, it could have been early in the afternoon or late at night, Eddie was there to play a song for you.

Well, you liked to believe it anyway. It was one of your favourite sounds and you had commented on it offhandedly to Eddie once. And since then, you always heard him play.

Resting your chin on your arms, you looked out to his trailer and imagined him headbanging and dancing around his room. The thought only made you smile more.

Your lifted mood soured when your dad called your name. Making a face, you turned away from the window to yell back. “What?”

“The dryer broke! You need to finish the laundry your mother started before she went to work,” he called. You hang your head and groaned. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. “Hurry up!”

“Alright, alright! I’m going!” you called, and rolled your eyes when he called out about watching your attitude. You slowly made your way to the washing machine and quickly grabbed the clothes before going outside. Maybe if you’re lucky enough, Eddie was still playing.

And he was, so you took your time hanging up the laundry.

For the next ten-twenty minutes, you were lost in your own world with the sound of humming coming from you and around the trailer park. So immersed in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the guitar stop nor did you hear the sound of footsteps coming your way. Not until it was too late, anyway.

You bent down to grab a bedsheet, just as you stood to put the sheet over the wire, Eddie popped out from the clothes. You shrieked and out of reflex, threw the sheet at him, nailing him in the face.

Eddie laughed as he pulled the sheet off only to see you clutching your heart, waiting for it to calm down. “Holy shit, Eddie,” you said, punching his arm half heartedly before grabbing the offered sheet. “Did you have too?”

“Couldn’t pass up the opportunity,” Eddie said with a shrug. “Besides, I did call your name, you were in la la land.”

You made a face and clipped the closing pin on the clothesline. “What are you doing here anyways?”

“I’ve come to see my favourite person in all of Hawkins,” Eddie replied, moving out of the way so you could finish.

“Great, I’ll let my dad know you're here,” you said and laughed as he pulled a face.

“Your dad hates me.”

“Can’t imagine why, you're the most loveable person in town.”

“Exactly! Everyone lo-“ he paused and squinted at you as if a thought occurred. “That was sarcasm wasn’t it?” You merely shrugged, and he poked your side in retaliation. “No, but why does he hate me?”

“I wouldn’t go with hate,” you said, avoiding his question. “He just really dislikes you. A lot.”

“Ah huh, that sounds like hate to me.”

You shrugged and squirmed under his stare. You would have won the staring contest if not for how cute Eddie looked at that moment. Damn your stupid crush on your best friend.

You sighed in defeat and ignored his smirk as you picked up another piece of clothing.

“He didn’t always hate you,” you mumbled, though you don’t know why you were defending your dad. The two of you never had the greatest relationship.

Eddie hummed and waited for you to continue. “I think it started around high school? Maybe before then I guess? I don’t know. It was around the time you found metal music and I was growing boobs.”

“Well yeah, you were hitting puberty,” Eddie said, looking confused. “What does that have to do with anything?”

You gave him a pointed look before continuing to hang the clothes. “He said, and I quote, ‘if that Munson kid won’t stop leering at my baby girl, I’ll shoot him in the face.’”

“Okay, first of all, I did not leer. I glanced once or twice and that’s it,” Eddie said as if it was supposed to defend him. You raised an eyebrow at him and he pushed your face away gently, making you laugh. “Shut up I was a dumb kid back then.”

“Some might say you still are.”

He pointedly ignored your comment and waved his arms around you. “And secondly, your dad doesn’t know shit. He just doesn’t like me because I’m a freak.”

“No, you're Eddie, not a freak. He doesn’t like your taste in music and that you play D&D and that I followed you around like a lost little puppy and somehow corrupted me. Don’t know why though, I wasn’t going to stay innocent forever.”

“Come to think about it, you did look like a lost puppy.”

“Why do you care what he thinks anyways?” you asked, ignoring his comment. Even though there was a little truth with the statement, you weren’t going to give him the reason why.

“I don’t, never really cared,” he answered with a shrug. And the his stupid smirk that always meant trouble. You groaned and waited for the question to drop. “So, what did you think of me?”

You didn’t even hesitate with your answer. “A dumb kid who fell off his bike trying to do a trick because he was trying to impress one of his neighbours.”

“Listen, we were ten so we do stupid things. And you thought she was cute too, considering you kept ditching me for her.”

You flushed and ignored his laugh. “Shut up. At least I didn’t break my arm.”

“No, that is true. But alas, we lost her love to another.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I was heartbroken for two weeks when I saw her kissing someone else.”

Eddie laughed and agreed. "Oh, to be young again. Not a care in the world and all you had to worry about was who you were going to play with at school tomorrow."

You hummed and lapsed into silence as you finished putting up the laundry as Eddie stood back and watched. You frowned slightly as Eddie's words from earlier finally sunk in. Dropping the laundry pin in the basket you turned to look at him.

"They still call you the freak at school." It wasn't a question, and both if you knew that. But Eddie still answered it with a shrug.

"Yup. It stuck I guess when they first started calling me a freak," he said. "What was it that they called you again?"

Giving him a deadpanned look, you bent down and grabbed the basket, and slowly made your way to your trailer. "You know damn well what they called me. I was either the geek or the freaks girlfriend," you said, opening the door and setting aside the basket before joining Eddie back outside.

"We never got rid of those rumours, did we? The ones about us dating,” he clarified. Truth be told, you liked those rumours. It gave into the fantasy of you dating your best friend. Though those thoughts stayed with you and you alone.

"Nope, not that I minded. it kept away the people I don't like," you said, causing him to snort.

"You never liked people."

"And I still don't," you said, trying to ignore the flutter your heart did at the sound of his laugh. "So, have plans tonight Edwardo?"

"You did not say what I think you just said," Eddie said and there was a warning in his tone that meant trouble. You only smiled and took it as a challenge.

Taking a step away from him, you continued your teasing. "What's the matter, Edwardo? You don't like your name?"

"That's not my name, and you fucking know it," he hissed, taking a step towards you. You took one back and turned slightly so you could run.

"I think it suits you...Eduardo," you said laughing as you ran away from your best friend. Eddie chased after you muttering something about being a little shit.

You only laughed as you ran around your trailer and towards Eddie’s, hoping to hide before he could catch you. But Eddie was faster, so you changed tactics and ran behind a nearby picnic table. Skidding to a stop, you leaned on it slightly as you caught your breath.

Eddie was on the other side of the table, clutching the end of the table and glared at you. "Why would you ever utter that name in my presence?"

"I don't know, I thought it would be funny," you answered with a shrug.

"It was not, I hate that nickname," he scoffed and slowly smiled as a thought occurred to him. And your heart lurched as he said, "although, I do recall a name you use to go by."

"Eddie, don't you dare," you warned, narrowing your eyes in a glare. His smile only widened. "Its a stupid nickname that your dad came up with. It should never see the light of day. Ever."

"Well I don't know, I think it's time to bring it back out. Wouldn't you say-" but before Eddie could utter the nickname, you jumped over the table and tackled him to the ground.

The two of you rolled around a little until you straddled him. You covered his mouth with your hands and glared down at him. "Don’t say it."

Eddie shrugged, and quirked his eyebrows up when you didn't move your hands away when he licked them. Maybe back when you were little, it might have worked. But you grew up with Eddie and grew used to....well him.

"Licking my hands will do nothing but annoy me," you answered his silent question. "Do you know how many times you've licked me growing up? This is normal, you need something else."

Evidently, that was the wrong thing to say. One minute you were staring down at him, and the next you were laying on the ground with him leaning over you. You stopped breathing for a moment as you took the time to study him.

Every wrinkle you could see, how bright his eyes were that moment as they stared at you with an emotion you couldn't identify. You drank everything in and committed it to memory.

You loved Eddie, always have. From the moment you met in kindergarten when he stole a coloured crayon from your pile. You both argued over it and both got in trouble, since then the two of you were inseparable.

You’re not sure when that love towards Eddie shifted to being in love with him. Maybe it was in third grade, when he stopped your bullies from picking on you and you have seen him as a hero since.

Or in seventh grade when he saw you crying at the dance that year. And instead of teasing you about it, he offered to beat up the person who made you cry, making you laugh. And after, he dragged you for a dance before skipping the dance all together, only to goof off at the back of the school until your mom came to pick you up.

Or, perhaps it was any point in high school. Eddie doing the things for you that you only started noticing when your friends started teasing Eddie about. Like waiting for you to finish class to walk with you to your next class, having your food with him in the cafeteria if he knew you were going to be a little late. Being awake in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare, and you always went to him for comfort.

Whatever the case, you were in love with Eddie Munson and you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Now if only you could tell him that.

You continued the staring contest, and maybe it was wishful thinking, maybe it wasn't, but Eddie was leaning down as if he was going to kiss you. There was something in his eyes that told you he will, that there was nothing stopping him. And he might have, if the tickle in your nose wasn't there.

Making a face, you knew you were going to sneeze. The matter was when and if you could avoid sneezing in Eddie’s face. With your hands currently pinned to your side, you resigned and let it happen.

Without warning, you turned your head to the side and sneezed. Eddie jerked back in surprise and his face twisted in disgust. "That was gross Y/n," he said, wiping his hands on your shirt.

"Sorry. I'll let you know next time," you said dryly. He made a face and rolled off of you only to lay down next to you. The two of you laid on the grass and looked up at the sky.

"And to answer your question, yeah I have plans. Going to band practice and then finishing writing out the session for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's the last one before spring break, right?" Eddie hummed and you smiled. "That's going to be fun."

Eddie hummed and let a comfortable silence fall between the both of you. You looked at Eddie from the corner of your eyes, and saw he had his eyes closed deep in thought. You smiled slightly and shifted around slightly until your head was laying on Eddie’s stomach.

A second after you settled down Eddie’s hand was in front of you. You smiled softly as you started playing with his rings. You’ve done it ever since he started wearing them, and most of the time he didn’t mind. The only times he didn’t let you was during school. Not that you minded, this was something between the two of you that you didn’t want to share.

“So,” you started once the silence got too much for you, “what’s the song you’ve been playing all week?”

“Master of Puppets,” Eddie murmured. You whipped your head to look at him in shock. “What?”

“That song came out two weeks ago. How are you already so good at it?”

Eddie cracked an eye open to look at you before closing his eyes. “Underestimating my ability to master a song in so little time, I see.”

“Never. Sometimes I forget how good you are on the guitar,” you muttered, settled back. Eddie snorted but chose not to comment on it.

You spent the rest of the afternoon like that. You would fill the silence with mindless conversations, and when it dulled, you hummed softly. You were pretty sure Eddie fell asleep at one point, but that was okay. It wasn’t the first time you’d taken a nap together and won’t be the last.

Eventually though, Eddie had to leave and you had to finish putting away laundry. So after a quick goodbye and a promise of seeing each other later, you both separated.

And the next day, you played D&D that Dustin and Mike convinced you to go to. Not that you didn’t like it, you loved playing with them. It was a good time, and then everything went down hill the moment Eddie banged on your door saying something about Chrissy.

Despite Eddie’s warning, you walked over to see what he was talking about. You wished you had listened.

After throwing up, you walked back and calmed Eddie down, before coming up with a plan. But it didn’t stick once you woke up and Eddie wasn’t there. All that was left was a note, saying that he’s leaving and to keep living life as normal as possible. That he didn’t want to drag you into whatever was going on.

Which was stupid, because you would have moved mountains for him if he asked.

So for two days, you did want he asked. But it was difficult, you spent it worrying about Eddie and what was happening, that it started to affect your work. It was so bad that your boss gave you a break from work. And told you to not come to work until you felt better.

That didn’t happen until the third night, when you saw Dustin, Max, Lucas and Lucas’ sister enter Eddie’s trailer. Once again, curiosity got the better of you.

Opening up the door slightly, and stepping through when no one was paying attention, you watched as Robin and Eddie climbed through a hole on the ceiling. “What the fuck?” you whispered, yet no one paid much attention, especially when they started frantically looking for music.

Why? You weren’t sure, and you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself when something more serious was going on right now.

“I’m coming with,” you had said once everything calmed down and they had finally noticed you were there.

“I told you to stay home,” Eddie said, crossing his arms like a disappointed parent. Everyone else watched as the two of you stared, not wanting to get in between the two of you.

“And I tried, but I spent the last two days in a panic. So despite what you say, Eddie. I’m coming with,” you said with finality, daring him to argue.

He didn’t, and that’s how you ended up in an RV with Eddie while everyone got supplies to destroy the new monster in Hawkins.

“So, the Upside Down is just Hawkins but in a different dimension,” you started, pacing up and down the RV as he watched. “And there’s this monster-”

“Venca.”

“Right, Venca. Who’s killing people in their minds, like the venca in D&D,” you finished. Eddie nodded and you stapled your hands together and tapped them to your chin as you continued to think. “So, for the last year and a half, these kids. The kids I used to babysit, plus two more and one of them has superpowers, have been fighting a war no one knows about.”

“Sounds about right,” Eddie provided unhelpfully. You didn’t mind, he knew this was how you process new information, and he didn’t mind.

“Right. And Venca used to be someone before he became a monster, and killed his whole family but his dad managed to survive. And now he wants to level Hawkins and create a new world where it’s better.”

“Yup.”

Rubbing your face, you plopped down beside Eddie and let your head fall behind you with a dull thump. “Cool.”

“You know, you’re taking this a lot better than I thought you’d be,” Eddie commented, rolling his head over to look at you. “I thought you’d be freaking out by now.”

“Oh I am,” you said, staring at the ceiling. “But there’s a part of me that already accepted this is real before I got the whole story. And quite frankly, I’m too tired to have a full freak out.”

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows in worry, and took the time to really study you. “When was the last time you slept?”

“The night Chrissy died. Even then, I didn’t get much sleep,” you answered. Eddie sighed, and wrapped an arm around you, tugging you so you were leaning on his side.

“Sleep. Since I know you’re going to come with us, sleep. You need to rest.”

“Okay,” you mumbled out, already letting yourself fall asleep. You faintly felt him kiss your head, but you were already sleeping that you thought you imagined it.

“Hey, Y/N? You still with me?” Eddie called, tapping your cheeks gently. You blinked back to attention. Eddie smiled when you turned to look at him, but it was sad. It wasn’t a smile you didn’t want to see on him. “There you are. Where’d you go?”

“I wish you had-” another cough but this one was rough. So you turned away so you wouldn’t get blood on Eddie’s shirt. Not that it helped any, Eddie just turned you back, and waited until it stopped.

“You wish I had what, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked once you stopped coughing. You tried to move your hand to wipe away the blood from your mouth, but it didn’t move. It felt heavy and you whimpered. Eddie moved a hand and gently cleaned your face. You couldn’t help but lean into it, and it broke Eddie’s heart.

“Wish you would have kissed me,” you answered when it clicked that Eddie had asked a question.

“When?” Eddie asked, sniffling. You closed your eyes by then, so you couldn’t see the surprise on his face.

“There were a lot of times,” you mumbled, “but the most recent was the day before all hell broke loose.”

Eddie snorted, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Man, I wish I could have too. But you sneezed, and it kind of ruined it for me.”

“M’sorry.”

“Don’t be. I thought I had another chance to,” he whispered, into your hair. “Guess I ran away from that too, huh?”

“Can’t put all the blame on you,” you said, struggling to open your eyes. When you did you gave him a halfhearted glare. “I ran too. I didn’t want to get rejected when I told you I’m in love with you.”

“I wouldn’t have rejected you.”

You snorted, but winced when it hurt. “Maybe not, but a big part of me thought you didn’t love me the same.”

“But I do,” Eddie whispered, hugging you close.

“Guess we’re a bunch of idiots, huh?” Eddie laughed, and nodded into your hair. “I’m tired Eddie.”

“I need you to stay awake a little bit longer,” Eddie barely got out. But the words didn’t register, you simply closed your eyes and snuggled a little into his chest.

“I think I’m going to go to sleep,” you trailed off, body going slack.

“I want to hate you,” Eddie mumbled, “I want to hate you so much right now, but I can’t. I can never stay mad at you for long. And now you’re not here for me to be mad at. Y/n, how am I suppose to live without you beside me?”

Though Eddie hoped, there was no answer. So he pulled you tight against him and cried.

Steve, Dustin, Nancy and Robin found Eddie clutching you as he cried. They waited until Eddie’s sobs died down before telling him that they needed to go.

“I’m not leaving her here,” he said, voice rough after crying. He cleared his throat and looked up, waiting for someone to argue. No one did. “I can’t leave her here.”

“Okay,” Steve said, and with his help, Eddie was carrying you on his back. As if giving you a piggyback ride he’s done before, and he has. Though the only difference is, you weren’t laughing in his ear as he raced around.

The walk to his trailer was long and quiet as they thought about what happens now. Though Eddie’s thoughts strayed to want life could have been like if the two of you hadn’t ran away from your feelings. He’d imagined it to be the same as it was, just with kissing and other things.

He hung his head, letting his curls cover his eyes as he let a few tears go. Lost in thought, he didn’t feel you stir.

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, it just sort of happened. And you’re pretty sure he said something about staying awake a bit longer. Dread pooled into your stomach. Oh man, he’s gonna be mad that you didn’t listen to him.

Oh well, what’s done is done and all you can do is hope that he'll forgive you. Thinking back at the conversation you had with him, your cheeks reddened as you remembered you confessed to Eddie. Well, it's a good thing he feels the same, otherwise it's gonna be awkward.

You stirred slightly and froze when something didn’t feel right. It felt like you were moving and you could hear everything so much clearer. Which was odd, but the oddest thing was that you heard Eddie crying. You wanted to lift your head to see if he was okay, but it felt a little heavy. And you were a bit too hungry to move.

At the thought of hunger, your stomach growled when you sniffed and whatever you were smelling, only made your hunger known. Aside from the sweat and whatever else you could smell, the blood was sweet and you couldn’t help but take a bite.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Had barely registered as you continued to suck on the blood. Which tasted a lot better then you had ever thought, and wasn’t that a strange thing to think about?

All too soon, you were being pulled away from your food. Someone, Steve your brain supplied, held you tightly as you tried to move out of his grip. You stopped struggling when you realized it wasn’t working and pouted as they all turned to look at you.

“What?” you asked, when they wouldn’t stop staring at you like they saw a ghost.

“Y/n?” Dustin asked with a bit of hesitancy.

“Last time I checked,” you answered, moving to cross your arms but failed when Steve tightened his hold on you. “Would you let go? I’m not going to hurt anyone.”

“You bit Eddie,” Steve answered. You turned to look at Eddie only to stall when you saw tears, hands on his neck to stop the bleeding

“Oh sorry,” you mumbled, looking down. “I was hungry and I guess he was the first person there when I woke up.”

“You were hungry and the first thing you did was to bite your friend?” Robin asked in disbelief. Not having an answer, you shrugged.

“This has got to be some sick joke,” Eddie muttered, stalking up to you, grabbing your chin he tilted it up and stared. You stared back. “Are you really you?”

“Yup. Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked, scrunching up your nose, confused.

“You fucking died, Y/N. So I’m sorry if I don’t quite believe you.”

“I-what?” you gaped at him. “I did not die! I fell asleep!”

“Mm, pretty sure you died, you didn’t have a heartbeat or anything.”

“Then how the fuck am I alive?” you asked, looking up at the sky to glare at it. Like it did something to you.

“I don’t know, but there’s like a good chance you’re one of Venca’s goonies now,” Dustin supplied. You turned your glare at him, but he shrugged.

“I am not. He can die for all I care,” you said, ignoring the fact that there was a voice in your head that said to kill them. “Can we go? Before the door closes and we’re stuck here forever? We can figure out whatever happened to me later.”

You didn’t want to mention the fact that you wanted to stay, that there was a part of you that wanted to help Venca with his mission to destroy Hawkins and El. But you squashed it down hard, you were not going to betray your friends. Not now, not ever.

We’ll see.

You refrained from growling at the voice whispered and waited for them to decide what to do. “I don’t want to rush, but we don’t have much time.”

“She’s right,” Nancy piped up, “we don’t know how long we have until the doors close. And I don’t know about you, but I feel better if we bring her with us to the real Hawkins. Might be safer.”

Steve sighed and let go. “Fine, but you’re walking in front of me,” he said. You shook out your arms and shrugged.

“Whatever,” you mumbled and continued the walk towards the trailer. You ignored Eddie as he stared at you, and wanted to ignore the theories Dustin and Steve were coming up with. But with your now improved hearing, it was hard. Especially if it sounded like they were talking right in your ears.

“What happened to the rope?” Robin asked, staring at the whole in the ceiling.

“Eddie cut it, didn’t want us to follow,” Dustin answered, getting pushed by Eddie. “What? It’s true.”

“It’s not like it didn’t do anything.”

“How are we going to get through it now?” Nancy asked, no one gave an answer.

“Hold on, I got an idea,” you said. You stretched a little before jumping high enough to grab hold of the vines. Once you were sure your grip was fine, and that you weren’t going to fall, you climbed through and landed on your feet.

“Holy shit,” you heard someone whisper.

“Could she always do that?” someone asked, and no one answered so you assumed they shrugged. You walked to the sink and filled a glass of water before chugging it.

“Hey! Where’d you go?” someone shouted, you walked back and shrugged.

“I was thirsty,” you answered. “Don’t worry, it was water.”

“Haha,” Steve said, “now get us out already.” Giving him a two finger salute, you moved the mattress back under the hole and jumped up again. You climbed through it enough that you were half hanging in the door and reached your hand out.

“Okay, someone give me your hand,” you said, and they all looked at you with uncertainty. “What now?”

“How do we know you’re not going to drop us?”

“You gotta trust me then.”

They continue to stare and you dropped your head, hitting your forehead on the vines around the hole. “We really don’t have long before this closes. So unless you guys want to stay in the Upside Down, give me your hand.”

That seemed to get everyone moving. Steve helped Dustin, Nancy and Robin before he went, and it only left Eddie. Who was staring at you with wide eyes.

“Eddie, come on. We have to go,” you urged. He shook his head and you sighed. “Why not?”

“You’re supposed to be dead, but you’re not and now you’re here. And just…why? Why did you do it?”

“Because I didn’t want to lose you,” you answered, “because I love you. And love makes you do stupid things. Or, that’s what I’ve been told. Now Edward, if you don’t grab my hand right now, I’m going to figure out a way to close this door and leave you here forever.”

Eddie let out a laugh and reached out and grabbed your hand. You pulled with little effort and soon the six of you were standing in Eddie’s trailer.

“So, if we talk about everything that’s happened to Y/N so far,” Dustin said, and started ticking off everything he listed on his fingers. “We have super strength, sucking blood, I’m assuming super hearing judging by the annoyed looks she kept shooting at me and Steve. And if we pulled back her top lip we’d probably see vampire fangs poking out.”

Everyone turned to you, and waited for you to do something. Sighing, you lifted up your lip and sure enough, your vampire fangs grew out. They shrunk back in when you moved your finger.

“Are you telling me that Y/N’s a vampire?” Robin asked, Dustin shrugged.

“It’s the only thing that makes sense!” he said, throwing his hands up. “Unless you have a better idea on what happened to her, this is all I can come up with. And when was the last time I’ve been wrong?”

No one said anything, as they silently agreed with him.

“Okay,” you said slowly, swinging your hands beside you. “Well, you guys have more important things to worry about then me. So I’m going to go and sleep.”

“Nope, you’re staying with us so you don’t accidentally kill someone when you eat or whatever,” Steve said, stopping you from leaving. You stared at him as if he grew two heads.

“Steve, and I mean this in the nicest way possible. But what the fuck? I won’t? I’m not hungry, I’m just tired and I would really like to sleep. But if it makes you feel better you can have someone stay with me so that doesn’t happen. I’m sure you’re worried about the three that planned to distract Venca. You don’t need to worry about me.”

The mention of Max, Lucas and Erica made him pause. He looked like he wanted to fight some more, but the worry about the other three had him conflicted.

“I’ll watch her,” Eddie offered. That seemed to be enough for the five of them, so they left the two of you in favour of seeing how the other three were doing.

“Are you sure?” you asked, “you don’t seem to want to even see me.”

“It’s not that,” he said as you two made your way to your trailer. “It’s just a lot I guess. I mean you died. I’m pretty sure you did, I mean I watched you die! And now you’re here and a fucking vampire I guess.”

“Okay, yeah that…that does sound like a lot,” you said, wanting to go and comfort him, but you weren’t sure where you stood. “Sorry I put you through all that.”

“You can’t be serious. You died, and got turned into a monster and you’re apologizing over something that wasn’t your fault? Well, half your fault,” he tacked on. “I want to be mad but I can’t because it’s you.”

“Because you love me?” you asked, though your tone was teasing you couldn’t help but let the nervousness seep into your voice.

“Because I love you,” he answered. You almost walked into your door, not at all expecting that answer.

“Oh,” you mumbled, and plopped on your bed, hiding your face in your pillow. Eddie laughed, and you felt the bed dip and assumed he sat down at the edge.

“Really after the whole dying and love confession thing. And your only response when I told you that I love you was oh?”

“I didn’t think you did,” you mumbled into the pillow. Eddie poked you on the side, making you squirm until you were on your side and he could see you.

“Say that again.”

“I didn’t think you did,” you repeated, “like I know you love me back, I remember the conversation. But it’s still surprising that you love me.”

“Welp, guess you’re going to have to deal with it. Because I love you and you will not be getting rid of me anytime soon,” he said, moving to lay down beside you.

You blinked at him, surprised he was willing to be so close after you bit him. “Even though now I’m a vampire and could kill you if I wanted to?”

“Well, yes. But I trust you to not kill, I hope you love me enough not to snap my neck and all. Even though that does sound kind of hot,” he said, lips twitching into a smile at the laugh you gave.

“Oh my god,” you said, shifting over so Eddie could wrap his arms around you. “So what now?”

“Now we sleep, and we’ll figure it out when everything calms down a little,” he answered and that sounded like bliss.

You weren’t expecting your Spring break to turn out the way it did, but you can’t find it in yourself to regret any of it.

Vampire and all.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckly #dustin henderson #stranger things #my writing #stranger things imagines #vampire!reader #fem!reader

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 3- Ch. 6: Damage Control

In no time I spot Ben’s castle. Did he handle the mob? Will he be upset? Get a grip, Magica! You can work your own problems out later! Right now the fate of Auradon is at stake!

I land on the balcony and spot Ben hunches over his desk, probably going over more plans for the Isle.

“Ben! Ben! It’s me!” I tap frantically on the window until he turns and notices me.

“Magica?” Ben looks at me bewildered from behind the glass. “What are-? Hold on.” He walks over and opens the door, but refuses to let me in. “I have every reason to call the Royal Guard and-”

“And have me locked away with my father,” I finish. “Go ahead, Ben. I’m tired of running. If it means I’ll get to live a life of solitude then I won’t fight it.” Ben’s whole face drops. “But you’ll need me to stop Audrey. This mess is partially my fault, and-”

“Yeah, I saw the mob,” Ben mumbles. “But at least you didn’t spell anyone.”

“Um, yeah…” I sheepishly look away. “I, uh… Kinda turned Willow into a plant. Only temporary!” I add quickly at his shocked expression. “You can’t blame all of it on me, Ben. What did you expect when you allowed Mal to turn me into a criminal?”

The young king lowers his head. “I- I didn’t think it would be this bad, Sparks. We did it to help with security-”

“No.” I hold up a finger. “You didn’t do it. Mal did. And she brought down others who are loyal to me in the process.” I give him a stern look. “It’s going to take more than a scrambled half-wit explanation to make me forgive that.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t overreact all the time then-!”

“What?” My voice grows hoarse and my eyes glare coldly at Ben’s spooked face. “‘Overreact…’” I turn away, stunned by Ben’s reasoning for fearing me. “Well, I suppose my family is well-known for dramatics. You know as good as anyone that I have my Aunt Winnie’s temper. It was all too easy for people to paint me as someone to blame. A meaningless scapegoat.” I pivot and stride over to back Ben against the window. “But I’m better than that. I am deciding to let go of my grudge against Auradon and personally blame those in power. Particularly your new fiancée. We’ll finish this later, Ben Florian Beast. Right now we need to stop Audrey.”

Ben’s face hardens and he gives a sturdy nod, then takes out his phone. “I’ll try to find out how far her sleeping curse is spreading-”

I bite my lip. “Could thee allow me in?” He looks back and I hold out my arms. “Please, Brother Ben? Let an old friend enter?”

He smiles warmly and joins me in a big hug. “I missed you, Sparks. We can work this out, I promise.”

I chuckle. "You've grown. Added some meat to your bones, too. Has Mrs. Potts been feeding you well?"

"Haha, very funny." Ben rolls his eyes.

We both walk into Ben’s office and he pulls out a map of Auradon. A guard rushes in, almost fainting when he sees me.

“Stand down! She’s with me,” Ben orders. “Find out if anyone’s seen Audrey. And find out if she has a list of demands!”

“Just one.” We both jump up at the sounds of Audrey’s voice.

She’s here. Waiting just outside, holding the scepter. I go to stand in front of Ben but he denies my protection. Does he know how dangerous she is? Instead he’s approaching her in a friendly manner.

“I want my life back,” Audrey says cockily. “I have a proposition. I’ll wake everyone up right now, under one condition, Bennie Boo.” She steps closer and tucks his bangs over. “Make me your queen and we’ll rule side by side.”

If she touches him again I will wipe that smirk off her face!

“Did someone put a spell on you?” Ben clearly doesn’t think she can be this evil. “Just tell me who and I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Marry them?” Audrey gives a high-pitched giggle. “Most people get dumped because they’re not good enough… I wasn’t bad enough.” She giggles again and gives a twirl to show her new look. “How do you like me now, Bennie Boo?”

Ben frowns. “I like the old Audrey better.”

Audrey’s face falls, and I can tell that was the wrong answer.

“She wouldn’t want to hurt Auradon. Just… give me the scepter, and I’ll forgive you.” Ben goes to take it but Audrey points a warning finger.

“You’ll forgive me? I don’t think so. Sleeping is too good for you!”

She knocks Ben over with a blast of magic. I see his clothes start to tear and his eyes go feral.

“No!” I shriek and throw a ball of purple flames at the pink-haired villain. It singes her skirt and she screams, sending another blast of lightning at me.

“I thought we agreed, freak! Auradon needs to learn a lesson!”

“Not this way.” I shake my head. “Audrey, this has gone too far. Hurting innocent people won’t bring us glory or respect.” I think back to what Remus said. ‘Maybe one day it won’t be just good and bad, black and white. Maybe we can have a mix of gray.’ “No one is perfect, and it’s not right to expect someone to be what no one can achieve. We can fix this without creating any more damage than there needs to be.”

Audrey scowls and scoffs at my words. “That’s rich, coming from you. Face it, Sanderson. You never were supposed to exist. Your mommy never loved you, and your dad only loves you because you’re a mistake.”

I sink to my knees as each word drives deeper pain into my heart. Everything that’s happened this past year, everything I’ve loved or feared, is all based on her wicked truth.

“You were never meant to go to Auradon Prep. You were supposed to be sent away with all those other freaks!”

Audrey blasts me directly in my chest and I feel my heart snap. A cold, dark presence snakes its way into my head and every hope or thought of kindness evaporates. In my blurry vision I see my magic engulfing me in cold flames, threatening to choke every ember of happiness. My own magic is being turned against me.

I can’t- can’t stay awake…

My body slumps to the floor and I see Audrey peering down at me.

“I’m running the show now, freak.” She smirks. “Since you were all down for being evil, let’s see just how much of a Sanderson you can be!”

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Is it too soon to ask for shisui x kaguya hcs? Cause I’m absolutely invested now

Tw: obsessive, manipulative behavior, and just unhealthiness

Some thoughts on this ship for this au of how it would all start 🤡

So to start, they’d meet at a private auction

This beautiful woman he’d never seen before who seemed so otherworldly

Biding on the same painting as him and letting out a small huff when he won

Something about her made him want give her a hard time

So he bid on the next time she bid on, driving the price up again again

Never outbidding her

just because he thought the way she glared at him was cute.

He almost completely forgot about that night until he came to place an order with Hinata and the ethereal being was sitting there all pretty enjoying her tea until she saw him

Kaguya could not believe this asshole from the auction was leaning on her chair like a slutty manwhore asking if she’s friends with Hina.

He did smell wonderful though, she’d give him that💀

One look at Hinata and she knew her suspicions were spot on; this man was one of her “associates” and massive trouble

So she did what any self respecting woman of class would do and tell him to mind his manners and wait his turn.

Which just made Shisui more intrigued with who this mysterious nougat was.

Just as she was leaving he handed her his business card, just in case she was looking for anything real estate in the near vicinity.

She reluctantly took it and continued on with her life; struggling to find anything worth investing in and declining obvious attempts at dates with senior citizens at the private athletic clubs

It wasn’t until she was playing racket ball with Toneri that the topic of real estate investments came up that she remembered she had the business card of a very attractive young “real-estate agent”

When she went to look at the apartment he was selling, she was amazed with how everything was staged

Impressed even, he had a great brand of wine poured for her, the lighting was great, everything was nice until she saw the painting he outbid her for

“I thought this would help sweeten the deal, princess”

She was OFFENDED. Never in her life had she had someone so blatantly messing with her so flippantly, even when it could come to a financial loss for themselves

Shisui was humored by her berating him. Honestly, just the reaction he expected from a spoiled heir to the Ōtsutsuki

“Someone’s mad~”

Were the last words he managed to say before she kissed him, presumably to shut him up.

Before either of them knew it, they were fucking in the living room underneath that damn painting

A shameful shaky walk back to her waiting vehicle; Kaguya really wasn’t proud of herself for not only hate-fucking this man she barely knew, but for enjoying it so much💀

Shisui on the other hand, was very proud of himself for always carrying a condom. They seemed very compatible, sexually at least~

He did feel a bit like a dick for teasing her so much, but didn’t have any real regrets.

Her threatening text about suing him if he spoke a word of this to anyone, also made him smile as he admired the scratch work she left on his chest and arms.

All his sloothing pointed to her being a single hardworking woman and in a long dry spell, so he wasn’t surprised that she had some pent up frustration 😏

More time goes by and they have a few run ins with each other

With Shisui giving her pleasant greetings and compliments

And Kaguya ignoring him and the rapid beating of her heart at the sight of him/the glorious memories of him on top of her in that apartment

Kaguya was unknowingly fanning the flames of desire in him with each meeting

It all came to a head at one of Hinata’s yacht parties when Shisui had his men lock them a room together for a date

“You do know I can have you arrested for false imprisonment?”

“Do you honestly think I’m scared of prison?” “I just want to thank you for the good time, maybe get to know you better”

Kaguya knew she wasn’t getting out of this “date” easily and decided to sit and see what this bastard had to say

Admittedly, she wasn’t hearing much over her own thoughts of escaping. She only focused back into what was being said when he asked why she never returned his messages.

He thought they had a lot of chemistry and had been thinking about her a lot lately

Kaguya simply shrugged. The truth was she didn’t have a good reason, she wa

“Why are you so interested in me? Is Madara looking for some sort of financial assistance?”

So she knows who his adoptive father is, yet she’s still so bold?

Yeah, he’s obessed.

Smiling to himself, he and simply leave. telling her she’s free to enjoy the food and to enjoy the rest of the night

Leaving Kaguya to contemplate what just happened

And even more confused when her favorite flowers and imported chocolates started being delivered to her weekly from Mr. Uchiha himself

Now she had to wonder how he knew all this and the thought of it sent shivers down her spine

After about 2 months of this, Shisui called her and asked to go out on a date, properly this time

She really can’t answer why she went on the date; morbid curiosity and lust were at the top of what she could gather for a reason

And of course the date was at one of the best rooftop restaurants around with an amazing view, which led them to being in luxury suite in hotel going at it all night

He’d planned for the evening to go just as it did, but he wasn’t planning on being hung up on everything she did.

Kaguya snapped back with she doesn’t want to go on a date with a man that’s sharing his dick with the world and has a barely legal little redhead friend. Yeah she did some research on you too, pal

Now this would make Shisui’s sweet smile turn mischievous. “So you want me all to yourself?”

“I don’t even think that’s even possible, Shisui”

“Give me a trial run and find out~”

And with that, Against Kaguya’s better judgment, this trail run would officially start

But kaguya isnt one to just accept Shisui’s manipulation attempts. Their meet ups were to only take place in neutral territory

She also found the damn tracker he’d put on her car at some point. It became obvious that there might be one with all their “chance” meets

She put the tracker on a pizza delivery vehicle and tipped the kid a hefty check of a years salary to make up for the job they’d no doubt lose driving all over town to teach her obsessed lover a lesson

Making sure to turn of the shared location feature he’d asked her not to and poured herself some wine to enjoy by her pool

Shisui was worried when he saw how active she was being driving all around and livid when he sees it’s some kid

Does she know what she’s doing to him!?

When he finally does come to her home, she’s sitting and ask if he enjoyed his little excursion. He in fact, did not.

He’d try to warn her about her behavior, but she’d warn him not to test her. He may not be afraid of jail, but she’s not afraid of him or his little family

If he wants her to believe his word and trust him be faithful, he needs to show he can be trusted to not pull this stunt again or they’re done

Shisui would sigh and think about her words. He trusts her, but the tracker was more for her own safety or so he’d tell himself

Of course he can’t stop his behavior cold, so he’d compromise; no tracker, but he’ll still “check up” on her

And inconvenience and threaten the lives of the other people that are obviously into his girl

It’s totally normal for a boyfriend to worry about his girlfriend

And it wouldn’t take Kaguya long to figure out why normally overly friendly business associates have all but turned into statues during meetings. Shisui 🫠

She would be 50/50 on if she wanted to end their trail relationship until she witnessed him thanking one of his low income tenants for the meal they’d made him as a thank you

At first she was appalled because she assumed he was whoring again the lady may have been older, but she was naturally beautiful and mature and something about that made her jealous 😤

And this made Kaguya come up to the pair and ask Shisui who his lovely friend was. Exchanging pleasantries with the woman despite wanting to ask what’s really going on

Shisui’s knowing smirk about her attitude on the way up the elevator would only infuriate her more

Just when she’d be ready to explode, he’d tell her that that tenant has a wife and those two a very happily married. “You see, she was doing alright in life until she wasn’t. Her wife got injured on the job, ran into one scammer, and that’s how they end up as my tenants. She just happens to know where I live as her brother is the doorman.”

She was still a skeptical until he told her they can probably go over their for dinner if she wanted to. It just reminded her that he’s got a pretty good heart deep down.

At the same time Shisui would be reminded that although she’s tough enough around the edges, she’s still pretty soft and vulnerable if he squints

Gotta love that and her sheepishly asking if maybe she rude to that woman/should she apologize

It’s moments like that that would make the Kaguya fall in love a little more each time despite some of his concerning behavior

While simultaneously making Shisui feel like she’s getting to him more than he’d thought previously possible

Most of his past lovers were genuinely scared of him, airheads, didn’t care who he slept with, easy to manipulate, or lead lives he couldn’t help but want to change if things were to become serious. Kaguya pushing back is refreshing

Her not being impressed with material gifts that are thoughtless, made him work harder to impress her

He was overwhelmed with happiness when he woke up to her sleeping face the first time

A dangerous feeling, but a manageable one in his penthouse if only she stayed

His mouth dropped open when she agreed to move in. Working remotely isn’t a problem for Kaguya and the commute to her office isn’t horrible either, so why not?

She’s never lived with someone else or liked anyone enough to consider it

Her only two conditions are she gets her own room and, if she’s working, he doesn’t disturb her

His only rule is don’t ask questions she doesn’t want to know the answer to. He lives a life that wouldn’t want to know all the details of and probably shouldn’t. He’d never lie to her, but she’ll have to live with the information she receives

Other than that, he’s finally caught his pretty little bird and she’s safe in her cage

#tsau: otsutsuki kaguya #tsau: uchiha shisui #tattoo shop au #Shisui x kaguya

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