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Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

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Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.

chapter eight

Chapter Nine

You run through the plantations of Asgard, passing by the royal garden and the village as quickly as possible. You have to reach the meeting point with Prince Steve before he gives up on talking to you. You can even admit that your concern about a possible war between Kyrax and Asgard is the second main reason you want to find Steve. The first reason is that you miss him. His sweet scent, the way being with him made the world seem easier. He instilled confidence in you. Not to mention, he was the first man you slept with after falling in love with Thor. But you fear that he may not treat you as before now that you are officially married to the King of Asgard, who happens to be the man who attacked Steve.

"Does your husband know you came looking for me or have you two already started lying to each other?" Prince Steve sneakily comes out from behind a bush and comes towards you. He looks at you with a certain desire in his eyes, as if he wants to tease you. You two are right on the edge between Asgard and Kyrax.

"Do you want to talk about my husband?" You ask in the most cynical tone. You look at Steve with some anger but the two of you only get closer and closer.

"Isn't that why you sent the message to me using Heimdall? To make me forget my anger at your husband?" Steve says touching his lips with his fingers. He looks a little angry. Which makes him more attractive than you'd like to admit.

"No. I called you here because I missed you. Why did you disappear, to remind you that it's not my fault for being married. But if you're mad about this situation take your anger out on me or Thor. Never in Asgard. " You say looking at Steve as if he was challenging you. Or you challenged him.

"I see that you are assuming the role of queen with mastery. So tell me dear Queen of Asgard, how do I take my anger out on you?" Steve says touching your face and then caressing your cheeks.

"There are several ways to take out anger on someone. For example, there is a certain way to take out anger that involves you and me naked in a bed." You say trying to appeal to your more seductive side.

"Such an act could cause your death, my Queen." Steve speaks just before getting very close as if he was going to kiss you, and you watch him attentively.

"All the more reason for us to do this. You will have your revenge on Thor and I will die in your arms. Almost poetic." You say taking another step towards Steve and finally kissing him. A kiss that feels like a storm, it's so intense and messy. There is no calm between you and Steve.

"As much as your kisses torment me and your body is my greatest source of desire, I can't deceive you. I can't let go of what happened. Thor disrespected me and you. Stole you from me. Unfortunately, his people will pay for his petulance." Steve says and you look away from him. His words, even though they make sense, irritate you deeply. Asgard will pay for something that has nothing to do with them.

"I hope you know what you are about to do. If you go to war with Asgard you will be going to war with me. We would be on opposite sides." You respond with some harshness, looking seriously at Steve.

"And what do you suggest I do? He has something that belongs to me with him. He attacked me and will he get away with it?" Steve changes as he answers you. It seems that his passionate side is in full swing.

“Steve. Honey, forget about it for me. Don't take revenge or end the peace of two nations over something so small." You say, touching Steve's face and kissing him softly.

"It pains me to have to say this but there will be war." Steve says, cutting off your kiss and you feel sick just thinking about what this means for the future of Asgard.

"If that's how you want it." You say, giving up trying to convince him. And then as you prepare to go back to the Asgardian palace, Steve pulls you by the waist and kisses you. Ardently.

"I won't let anything bad happen to you. You have my word." That's all Steve says as soon as you both pull away after the kiss. You wish you could trust his word.

"Try not to die." You say looking deep into Steve's eyes and then heading towards the Kingdom of Asgard. You then go directly after your husband. Who is currently inside the King's chambers. You imagine that Thor is packing his things in the room that is now yours but used to be Odin's.

"How was the date with your lover?" Thor asks as if he already knew what you had done.

"Worse than you and I would like. He will start a war against Asgard soon and I fear he will have Stark's support. I hope my beloved husband is ready for battle." You tell Thor that you don't seem satisfied with the outcome of your conversation with Steve.

"I think it's time we show Kyrax why Asgard is such a feared nation." Is all Thor says as he looks at you. You even feel a little dizzy thinking about what a war will do with Asgard.

To be continued...

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Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Twelve

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

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In this chapter, we have an extra character called Enzo, whom I'd like you to imagine as the actor Enzo Vogrincic. And for those who enjoy the fanfic, I appreciate if you reblog or like. Thank you to everyone who is following the fic.

chapter eleven

It's been over two months since the chaotic breakup with Pascal. You'd like to inform that you're better than ever. That the fact that the relationship was fake made everything end well. But you'd be deceiving yourself if you thought you were fine now. At least your life has changed. You moved to a slightly more comfortable area, given the fact that Pedro had to pay you compensation for ending the relationship alone. You found a job that doesn't involve pretending to date anyone. In fact, you went back to working at a restaurant. But it's a restaurant closer to where you currently live and it's cozier and more spirited than your old job. It's clear that you've been avoiding anything related to Pedro Pascal, including him. He tried to contact you a few times, but you feel it's necessary to avoid talking to him or seeing him, at least until you no longer feel romantically attracted to him. You're almost finishing your shift at the restaurant when you hear that an important person is coming to dine and that the staff should prepare a specific area for them. It sends shivers down your spine to remember that this is how everything with Pedro started. But it's almost impossible for him to come to your new workplace. Besides being far from his home, it's not a very famous establishment.

"Boss, do you need me for anything else?" You ask after helping the restaurant staff organize an area for the important person coming to dine. Your boss looks at you, seeming a bit nervous. It's probably someone truly significant coming.

"I just need you to make sure to serve our last customers of the night with kindness when they arrive. Once they're taken care of, you can head home assured that I'll personally greet them and close up the restaurant." Your boss speaks gently, and you feel relieved. Finally, you'll be heading home to take a long shower and binge-watch a series.

"I'll head to the front of the restaurant to wait for the customer." You say, grabbing your notepad to jot down orders. Shortly after, you find yourself at the restaurant's entrance. As soon as you reach the entrance, a strong gust of wind blows towards you. Your whole body shivers, and you feel as if it's an omen. You see a man approaching, but then you remember that the table is reserved for four people. As the man gets closer, you start to recognize him.

"What are you doing here?" You say as you approach the man, making sure your boss doesn't see, and then you hug him. You're surprised he came here, but at the same time, it comforts you. After all, it's not every day that an ex-boyfriend travels to see you. You almost feel like this is your mother's doing.

"Your mother was worried about you, and I had to close a deal with a supplier here. I think it was a beneficial situation for everyone. And don't worry, I'm staying at a hotel so I won't bother you." Enzo speaks in a playful tone. You look at him gratefully for coming. You don't think it's a bad idea to have a distraction right now, and Enzo is a great distraction.

"You won't bother me at all. Besides, there's space at home if you want to stop spending money on a hotel. I'll just have to escort you to a table or the bar because there's an important client coming." You speak, lightly holding Enzo's arm and guiding him to a table near other customers who were already enjoying their meals. Enzo ordered a burger and a beer. You quickly informed the restaurant manager but then returned to the front of the restaurant to wait for the distinguished clients to arrive. And just when you think your night couldn't get any more surprising, you see the clients arriving. And your fake ex-boyfriend is one of them.

"Good evening, tonight I'll be your waitress and responsible for making your night even more magical here at La Noche Bela. I hope you enjoy the service and our food made with the freshest organic produce in town. Follow me, there's a table waiting for you." You speak as sweetly and politely as you can manage. Pascal is accompanied by a woman, and Oscar Isaac and his wife, at least that's what you think. You serve them as politely as possible, managing to maintain your composure even though Pascal is among the customers. You give Enzo, who is seated in another area of the restaurant, as much attention as Pedro and Isaac.

"How long are you going to avoid me?" Pedro asks when you're leaning against the area near the bathrooms. He must have come here purposefully to talk to you. You look at him, angry, but you know you can't make a scene or argue about your relationship in your workplace.

"You should return to your table and enjoy the delicious meal that awaits you. Along with the lovely company, of course." You're being fake because you know you're burning with jealousy inside.

"No company is more delightful than yours. I... miss you. Every day." Pedro speaks with his eyes almost sparkling, looking like a puppy that got left behind. You stare at him, definitely wanting to hug him but knowing you can't falter.

"Would you like me to come to your film set and discuss how I've been going crazy since we stopped seeing each other?" You ask, being direct but in such a gentle tone that anyone seeing your conversation from afar might think you're just having a casual chat.

"It might be inappropriate, but at least I'd know how you feel. Look, bothering you at your workplace is the last thing I want, so just... give me a chance." Pedro Pascal speaks, and you feel a strong desire to kiss him. Because he seems so sincere and passionate. Which would be crazy. Because he couldn't be in love, right?

"Pascal, do yourself a favor. Give a chance to the woman who came with you. Maybe with her, you'll have something real. Something that makes you feel love. Now, I need to go." You speak, even though it hurts inside. The hardest part is convincing your heart that Pedro will find with that woman, or anyone else, something you wish he had with you.

"I want to feel that with you. Unfortunately, you don't seem to have grasped that yet, but know that if you do, you can find me. I'll be waiting for you." He speaks almost behind your ear, and you can feel his hand lightly touching yours. Feeling the urge to turn around and hold him, you keep moving forward. Heading to change before finally leaving. As you're leaving, you notice Enzo at the exit, waiting for you. You wonder if you should stay and wait for Pascal. Maybe tell Enzo to go back to his hotel. But you prefer to do what's most sensible now. Acting with your head and not your heart.

"Ready to head home, cowboy?" You ask, teasing Enzo with the old nickname he had when you were dating. He smiles charmingly and accompanies you. Not only did he come to visit you, but he also brought your car that you left at your mother's house.

"Let's go. I'll give you the chance to drop me off at the hotel and get your car back. But tomorrow, let's take a tour of your city. I need to see everything before I leave." Enzo says, guiding you to where he parked his car. You smile, hugging him and silently thanking him for being with you.

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To Begin Again

TWO

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic.

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You open your eyes, feeling a strange pain in your head but relief in your back. You're lying on a very soft bed. But you don't recognize the place; it seems to be someone else's room. There's more light in the room, fewer scattered books. The furniture looks expensive, all in a dark tone. You try to get up from the bed, but you end up staggering. Once again, your body is back on the bed. You think it might be best to go back to sleep until someone shows up. It's exactly at that moment that Sirius enters through the door. He carries a cup and is watching you almost without making any noise.

"How long are you going to keep watching me?" You ask while still lying in bed. Sirius laughs, and you feel relieved that you've broken what could have been an awkward moment between you.

"Is that how you're going to talk to the man who saved you from death twice? I thought you'd know how to be more grateful." Sirius responds as he leans his body against the desk in the room. You sit up in bed, after some effort, and stare at Sirius. He's wearing new, elegant, dark clothes.

"If you're expecting gratitude from me, you'll have to wait until I'm in a better mood. My head is a mess. Did you bring me here?" You wonder how you ended up in Sirius's room. Then you wonder where Remus is. Did you hallucinate meeting someone named Remus? And if he does exist, why did he leave you with Sirius?

"Remus and I. It was teamwork. We didn't want you to get hurt anymore. Before you ask, Remus and I are very close. When you're Lupin's problem, you're my problem too." Sirius then hands you the cup. There's what seems to be herbal tea inside, and you don't waste time asking whether you should drink it or not. You quickly ingest the tea, and almost instantly, you feel relief from the pain in your head.

"I'm grateful and offended at the same time. What do you mean, problem? I'm not a problem for either of you. In fact, I find it rather rude of you to refer to me as a problem." You say as soon as you finish the tea. Apparently, you managed to rise and stand up immediately after getting angry with Sirius. He seems to have a talent for irritating you.

"Hey, hey, hey princess. Relax. I didn't mean to offend you, but let's just say taking care of you was an inconvenience. Remus had to go teach, but today is my day off. A day away from the little ones." Sirius says, smiling slyly. You look into Sirius's eyes and wonder how he can be someone's teacher.

"You're a bit childish for a teacher. Not that I'm saying you're not qualified to teach, but..." you say, being suggestive. You notice he's no longer smiling, which is a pity. His smile is beautiful. As beautiful as he is.

"I'll forgive you for the attitude and offer to take you to the room where you should be going to teach. Right now." Sirius says, somewhat arrogantly, and pretending to be modest. At least, that's what it seems like he's doing.

"How? I just arrived, I can't just already have to teach, can I?" You had no idea that there would already be a class waiting for you. Things at Hogwarts seem to happen too quickly.

"McGonagall doesn't mess around. Apparently, you'll be substituting for my esteemed friend Lily Potter. Her health is fragile at the moment. But enough details. Let's go. The brats are eager to meet you." Sirius says, almost excitedly. Then he puts his hand out in front of you as if he wants you to take his hand. And you hold his hand, which is as cold as winter. But soft; very soft. And then he guides you, holding your hand with some firmness.

"Shouldn't I meet with this McGonagall or Dumbledore? Am I just going to arrive and start teaching?" You speak as you practically run through the corridors behind Sirius. He seems focused.

"McGonagall is busy dealing with a student who locked herself in the bathroom, and now everyone can hear her moans, and many students are nervous about it. As for Dumbledore, he's traveled to a meeting between some influential school directors in London. He won't be back for a few weeks. But trust me, you're in good hands." Sirius says, almost breathless as you're both almost running everywhere. Oh dear, how will you manage to teach after sprinting through almost the entire school at this speed?

"Tell me we've arrived. My feet can't handle climbing another staircase. At this rate, you'll have to carry me." You say, letting go of Sirius's hand for a moment and catching your breath.

"Nice way to flirt with me, but we've arrived. You're new here, they probably tried to intimidate you. I hope you survive. Take good care of my godson. See you later, Y/N." Sirius says quickly, with a playful smirk on his face, and then he disappears. How does he manage to be so fast?

Summoning courage, you enter the classroom. It's a room with an old-fashioned style, furniture made of the finest wood, and several students who look at you as if you've committed a crime.You compose yourself as you walk to the teacher's desk. It's a large desk, with a big book on top of it and a attendance list. You look at the class and notice that the boys who were fighting when you arrived are your students.

"So, students. I'm your substitute teacher. I'll be taking over this class until the previous teacher can return. I hope you'll receive me with the same respect that I'll give to you." You speak in a steady tone, neither too loud nor too soft.

"You hear that, Potter? Now you won't be privileged with high grades just for being the teacher's son. Finally, all of Hogwarts will discover what a loser you are." The boy, whom you believe to be called Draco, speaks almost across the room, addressing the dark-haired boy.

"You continue to delude yourself with your nonsense, Malfoy. If you put half as much effort into studying as you do into trying to belittle me, you'd probably be smarter." Potter speaks, and you just observe them with a serious expression.

"You know what? I think you two need to learn to put your energy into something other than taunts and senseless aggression. Malfoy and Potter, pair up and be the first to do today's class activity. For the other students, pair up as you prefer and start drawing. Today's task for everyone is to draw an animal that represents you as a pair. The best pair will earn extra credit. I suggest that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter showcase their skills if they truly want to measure intelligence." You walk around the room as you write the task on the board and listen to the students forming their pairs. Everyone except the two mortal enemies. Apparently, they really don't want to do this task together.

"Teacher, with all due respect, it's not possible for you to believe that Draco Malfoy and I will do well in this task." Potter says as he adjusts his glasses on his face. He speaks assertively, and you look at him, trying to decide what to respond to him.

"Even though Potter is a fool, he's right. Not to mention that you've just arrived here and are already treating the two of us differently. It's not fair that the others can choose their partners and we have to stay together." Draco speaks, all full of himself, as if he's making a beautiful defense of why he's being unjustly treated. You chuckle lightly.

"I'll be clearer. You're going to work together, you're going to do a good job, and all of this in harmony. Otherwise, neither of you will receive a grade. Now, save all that energy for the beautiful drawing you're going to make. I'll be sitting at my desk waiting to evaluate you and all the other obedient classmates you have." You say, sitting in the comfortable chair designated for the teacher and opening the book on the desk. Malfoy and Potter must have realized that you wouldn't change your mind and decided to pair up. You took attendance, finally discovering that Potter's name is Harry, that the smart girl who draws beautifully is Hermione Granger, and that the boy she's paired with, who spends most of his time distracting her, is named Ron Weasley. Time passes quickly, and soon you're collecting the class's drawings to evaluate later. Draco and Harry did a great job together, but that didn't stop Malfoy from threatening to call his father to the school if you forced him to be near Potter.

"How was your first day?" Remus asks as soon as all your students leave the room for recess, and you stay behind to organize some things.

"A madness. Seriously, I thought my night was a mess, but waking up in Sirius's room in the early afternoon and then coming to teach was insane. Not to mention that the students I separated from a fight this morning are my students. And I think both of them will end up hating me by the end of my time here. And I lost my suitcase. But don't let me overwhelm your ears with my nonsense." You say, feeling lighter when you finish speaking, as if a weight has been lifted off your chest. Remus seems somewhat enchanted by your moment of venting. Or maybe his eyes always look too friendly? The smile is charming too.

"I can try to solve some of your problems. Harry is like a nephew to me, not to mention he's Sirius's godson. I can talk to him about this situation with Malfoy. As for your suitcase, it might be with me. I was walking through the forest a little before I found you in my room, and I saw this strange suitcase there. It was dirty with blood, so I preferred to clean it first, but I can take you to the suitcase. And then, of course, you can have a coffee with me." Remus says in a very sweet way, which leaves you a bit enchanted. For some reason, you feel that being near him is refreshing or comforting, something like that. You can't quite explain it yourself. You feel the impulse to hug him, which is quite strange. But you manage to control yourself.

"I can't refuse an invitation like that, especially when you offer me a solution not only to one but to two of my problems. Lead the way to the cafeteria because I'm dying for a cappuccino." You say, walking with Remus, who is walking quite calmly. Then you go together to the cafeteria, and you feel like you might enjoy your time at Hogwarts, even if it's short-lived.

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Sweet Love (+18)

Summary: You're an up-and-coming writer, congratulations. To protect your beloved job, you're willing to do anything. Even strike a deal with the devil, better known as your sister's neighbor. You and Dean Winchester don't really see eye to eye, but in a moment of desperation, you agree to collaborate with him for a greater good.

Author's Notes: Many characters do not belong to me but to the Supernatural Universe (2005-2020). I hope you enjoy the fanfic's story. The fanfic will contain strong language and adult content. This chapter has adult content. Minors should not interact with this chapter.

chapter three

CHAPTER FOUR

Your writing has improved a lot. Your characters are getting more and more fiery. Dean has been showing up every night when Sam falls asleep. Between caresses and erotic lessons, you are progressing. But this hiding thing, and the fact that you haven't had sex with him yet, is driving you crazy. Mainly because you didn't want to feel like sleeping with him.

"We'll have to be faster today. Sam is suspicious of both of us." Dean says as soon as he enters your sister's apartment.

"Are you so afraid of what Sam will think if he finds out that you and I are..." You start to speak but are interrupted by Dean's lips, which touch yours forming a kiss. A long kiss, even, but soft. Without the desperation of lust or the rush due to lack of time.

"That you and I have an agreement that allows me to kiss you without thinking too much about the feelings involved? Yes, I'm afraid. I like things the way they are." Dean completes what you were saying. You look at it and feel like there's something wrong with Dean.

"What are you hiding from me?" You question looking Dean in the eyes. He smiles slightly as if you had discovered a secret of his.

"Castiel got in touch. Apparently he wants me to go to his wedding. With a man I don't even know." Dean looks uncomfortable. You don't really know what to say to him.

"And do you intend to go?" You ask, letting your curiosity speak stronger.

"What do you think?" Dean asks and you notice that he doesn't want to answer so he's trying to get you to take responsibility for translating his feelings.

"I think you're scared. Your great love is about to marry someone else. And you're scared because you still must have feelings for him." You respond by gently stroking Dean's head as if to give him some comfort.

"That's not why I came here." Dean says coming towards him, kissing you. That's when his hands hold your waist and place you on the kitchen counter.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Today?" You say breaking the kiss. Obviously Winchester has a goal. But is he using you to forget Castiel?

"I thought that's what we're here for. Or do you prefer to talk about feelings?" Dean is definitely bothered. Despite his response, you are still very close to each other physically.

"Dean, avoiding talking about something doesn't make it go away. But if you want to have sex to forget your ex, you should look elsewhere." You say, moving Dean's body away from you. He looks regretful and then his gaze rests on you.

"Yes, I am upset. It's stupid to want to pretend that I don't care but it's also stupid to focus on the subject. I would like to enjoy this moment with you. Is there something wrong with that?" Dean says, approaching you and lightly holding your thighs. You look at him seriously.

"Nothing's wrong with that." You say, still a little sullen, and then you feel Dean kiss your neck. His kisses make a trail to your lips. When your lips touch, you feel like deepening the kiss. Your hands start taking off his clothes. He almost hikes up your skirt to remove your panties with his fingers. His fingers lightly press your pussy, which makes you mutter some bad words. And then he slides your panties away from your body. Without saying a word to each other, you and him continue kissing. His fingers lightly touching the entrance to your pussy, which by the way is wet.

"Are you going to regret this?" Dean asks as he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him. You then cross your legs even tighter around his waist and position him at the entrance to your pussy.

"Not for a second." You respond by moving your body to help Dean enter you. You need it. Now.

"Kitten." Dean says pointing down and you notice he's pointing at the condom in his hand. You shake your head, understanding that you need a little patience and watch him put the condom on his cock. A few seconds later Dean was practically buried inside you. So deep and strong that you couldn't control your moans. You scratch his chest as he kisses every part of you he can. You feel your ass slip more and more as the movements increase. Dean seems to want to help you with your balance so he practically picks you up so you can just focus on what you two are doing. You then kiss Dean as your bodies try to get in tune. But you two are a mess. A delicious mess. But a mess. After about three more thrusts, Dean began to stimulate your pussy to help you cum. He was then thrusting into you and massaging your pussy with his fingers. A few minutes later you and him came practically together. You almost melted into Winchester's arms.

"I think I can finish the book now." You whisper close to Dean's ear and he kisses you.

"It's always good to be useful." He speaks and you laugh. Then you kiss one last time. Then Dean quickly left your sister's apartment so he could go to his apartment without Sam noticing. And you decide to take a quick shower and then sleep. While your mind can't believe you actually fucked Dean Winchester.

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evan 'buck' buckley with his diaz boys through the years "I'm the guy that always wants to fix everything."

+ when are we going to pick up this loose thread?

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I'm always gonna fight to come home to my family (x)

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FELLINGS — EXO KAI

CHAPTER THREE (+18)

Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.

Warnings: This fanfic will describe some hot romantic moments and use of inappropriate language. In the future there may be both smut and moderate use of violence. Readers are warned. This fanfic will feature some members of EXO as characters but they are not part of a Kpop group in this scenario. This chapter has scenes for adults, minors should not interact.

CHAPTER TWO

Nearly two weeks later, you and Kai barely talk. It would be a lie to say it's been easy. God, this idiot was more a part of your life than you realized. But this whole situation has been awful. Especially because every day he tries to convince you not to quit the job, not to give up on him. Every day your desk with a bouquet of flowers and a note asking you to reconsider. One of the perks of being Kim Jongin's secretary was that you knew exactly where he would be. Which means avoiding him was easy. And your notice period is almost over anyway, so now it's just a matter of enduring a little longer. Even though it's your last week of work, you're still one of the last ones to leave the building. Like today. Kim Jongin spent the day in meetings outside the company, so you had to handle several things. And now you're standing in front of the elevator, waiting to go home. Until the elevator doors open, and you come face to face with him. Your boss and ex-best friend, the one who recently discovered your involuntary crush on him.

"I think I'll take the stairs." You say, stepping away from the elevator door, but Jongin grabs your arm, and you look at him.

"Can we talk?" Jongin asks, and before you know it, you're already inside the damn elevator. You glare at Jongin angrily, frustrated that you can't avoid him anymore.

"You never struck me as the type of guy who doesn't understand signals. Me avoiding you and not responding to your ridiculous notes accompanied by flowers worth more than my entire salary wasn't enough?" You reply angrily, watching the floors pass by and avoiding looking at Jongin in every way possible.

"And you never struck me as such a passionate person. I mean, you throw at me the fact that you love me and that what Luna and I are doing is stupid, and you don't even give me a chance to try something different." Jongin responds, trying to approach you. You know he wants you to look at him.

"Since I'm basically already fired, I'll tell you something. You think everyone has to give you a chance because you're handsome and rich, but that's not how the world works. You got me into a ridiculous situation, and now you must be feeling guilty. But that changes nothing. The best thing we can do is to get out of each other's lives." You basically overflow with relief after finishing saying everything you think. To the point that you look at Jongin to see his reaction. He seems a bit surprised, and then, as you both lock eyes, the elevator experiences a mechanical failure. The lights go out, and you hear a loud noise.

"Are you okay?" Jongin asks immediately as you stare into the darkness inside the elevator. Before you can respond, the lights inside the elevator come on.

"I'm okay, but you have a cut on your head. Are you feeling alright?" You ask, touching near the small cut on Jongin's head. He mutters a curse when you touch him, and you feel sorry for him.

"Couldn't be better. You're looking at me again." Jongin says, smiling mischievously. You glare at him, disapproving of what he said. What if he's got more than just a cut on his head?

"I'll try to call for emergency assistance. Make sure you don't do anything risky while I make the call." You say, knowing he likes to play the hero sometimes. Unfortunately for both of you, your phone signal isn't working. It's as if fate wants you two to be stuck together. You look at Jongin and mention that he's observing you. He also tries to call for emergency assistance but without success. However, he seems more resigned to the situation than you are.

"I guess this time, you won't be able to escape spending some time with me, sweetheart." Jongin says, taking off his jacket and adjusting his turtleneck shirt in the most sensual way he can. You shake your head, trying to shake off these thoughts.

"And why does it seem like I'm the only one not wanting this to happen? You should be trying your hardest to get out of here, Kim Jongin." You say seriously, settling down beside Jongin, who is leaning against the elevator.

"Maybe it's because for the past two weeks, all I wanted was to be alone with you. And in a rather radical way, that's what's happening." Jongin says, looking at you. You feel embarrassed and shy away from his gaze.

"Why did you want that so badly?" You ask, smiling slightly. Perhaps now you're compelled to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Jongin.

"You told me you loved me. And then, without giving me time to process that, you started pulling away from my life. I spent years seeing you every day. I missed you. Damn it, I even missed your scent. The truth is, being without you is driving me crazy." Jongin says, looking you in the eyes, as if he wants you to see the truth. To see that he's being sincere.

"Kim Jongin, you only miss me because I make your life easier. It's not quite genuine longing." You respond, trying not to feel too affected by what he said. But it does affect you; he manages to ignite a very powerful feeling within you with just a few words.

"That's our biggest problem here. You don't believe me. But you know what, screw it. I love you. Not in the way you love me, but I do. And you matter to me, whether you like it or not." Kai says as he watches you. You're speechless, just looking at him and him looking back at you. Until your eyes land on Kai's lips, and you feel like if you don't do something now, you'll explode. So you push Kai against the elevator and kiss him. An uncontrollable kiss. You didn't even know you could kiss someone with such intensity. The intensity becomes so great that you have to lean on the elevator to keep your balance. Kim Jongin holds you, lifting you up and making you tie your legs to the around him. The kiss doesn't stop, it's almost as if you're thirsty for each other. You lift his shirt and seconds later he's shirtless. He then pulls down your panties. There's a lot of rush, so you barely notice when Kai puts a condom on his dick. But seconds later, he slowly approaches you with his pants open and inserts his dick into you. You let out a drawn out moan as you feel him slowly thrust into you. You nibble on his neck, bringing him closer to you. You're horny so you start to help Jongin with the movements, getting up and down on his lap. He holds the hem of your dress up and presses your ass with his hands. You kiss him again. And again. His lips taste like chocolate. A few more thrusts and you cum. Almost in sync. He gives you a kiss on the mouth as if to end it. You look at him noticing that you guys actually had sex. Before any of you could say anything, like magic, the elevator started working again.

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To Begin Again

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To flee is easier than to face your problems, than to confront the demons you left behind long ago. And your life has become an eternal escape. Not only moving from place to place, teaching from school to school, you were living a temporary life each time. Until one day, a letter arrived, yes, a letter for you from London. It said that you were invited to teach temporarily at Hogwarts Academy. Dumbledore needed you. He was a great friend of your father. They even taught at the same time, but when you were born, your father and mother decided to move to the United States for some undisclosed reason. But Dumbledore's letter comes to you as a good excuse to cover your tracks. Restart.

"What a piece of crap. My cell phone is out of battery and I'm lost in the middle of nowhere." You mumble to yourself. No one is listening anyway. A beautiful full moon night is in front of you, lighting your way. Hogwarts, despite being influential, seems to be located in the middle of nowhere. You jump back when you hear a loud howl. Are there wolves near a school? Isn't that dangerous?

You look at your phone wishing there was some battery left so you could call someone. Noticing that it might be dangerous, you walk towards what you think might be the path. One step hurriedly each time. But the howls get closer and closer. Until you see a sign saying that Hogwarts is nearby. But as soon as you look ahead you see a dog. I mean, something similar to a dog but bigger. Or will it be a very hairy man?

"Leave or I'll throw my suitcase at you. Whatever you are." You say threatening the furry creature with your suitcase. The creature seems to stare at you, but not understand you. At that moment you laugh at your foolishness. Now who in their right mind would try to reason with a creature that doesn't seem to reason?

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you. I'm against animal abuse and I've participated in campaigns to rescue many from the streets. But if you come any closer, I won't have any other choice." You speak and while the canine creature or something looks like it's ready to attack you. When the creature gets a little closer, you throw your suitcase at it. With all the strength and aim possible. And then you run. Run as fast as possible, hitting some trees along the way but maintaining your speed. You hear the creature's grunts of pain. Then everything is silent, you rest a little. Your legs hurt, your arms are sore and bruised. And then you hear a long howl that alerts you that the creature is coming. And then you run again, as fast as you can.

"I can't believe I'm going to die here, like this." You mumble as you run. You're so distracted that you don't notice a stranger in front of you. Until you bump into him. Making you both fall.

"Fuck. Don't you watch where you're going?" The stranger speaks in a rude tone and you look at him in confusion.Isn't he noticing that you're running from death? Or is he not hearing the furry creature's noises?

"Shut up and follow me." You say, holding the stranger's hand and asking him to follow you. Why you helped him, you don't know. But you wouldn't be able to sleep with guilty conscience if he died. Strangely, he follows you a little further into the forest. But who designed a school that has a forest with ferocious animals on the loose?

"Come here." The stranger pulls you close to a hiding place. Hideout that actually seems designed for this type of situation. It's a small hut covered in bushes. You think about saying something but the stranger covers your mouth and points outside. Your eyes follow the stranger's fingers and you observe the creature outside. From a distance this creature looks like something from another world, from a fantasy world. A werewolf better said. The creature sniffs for a while and then disappears into the forest.

"You saw that?" You ask the stranger who is currently adjusting his somewhat long, silky, and slightly wavy hair. Sweat is dripping down his forehead, but he seems fine. I mean, he's attractive. I mean, what the hell are you thinking?

"I did see it, still got the ability to see after some lunatic knocked me down out of nowhere. And you're welcome, by the way." The man says as he rummages through a closet. You look at him indignantly. What do you mean you should be grateful to him?

"Sorry to wake you up from that illusion you're in, but it's you who should be thanking me. That creature was about to attack both of us, and I pulled you to come with me. So, Prince Charming, get off your imaginary horse and thank me yourself." You respond proudly, starting to feel the pain of the bruises you accumulated along the way.

"If that's how you feel, would you prefer to go out into the forest right now and try your luck?" The man says mockingly, and you glare at him angrily. What an idiot.

"Look, I'm new around here, and I don't want to sound presumptuous, but you seem like a jerk. But unlike you, I'm going to appreciate your help. Thank you for helping me escape from the big hairy creature out there. Satisfied?" You say, swallowing your pride, and then you extend your hand to the stranger. He gives a smirk, almost charming. What a jerk.

"Very satisfied. But now that we're here, would you mind telling me your name? I find it strange to spend the night with someone whose name I don't even know." The man says, sitting on the wooden chair next to you. You, who are sitting in an armchair, look at him, feeling strange about the idea of spending the night together.

"My name is Y/N. And yours?" You speak to avoid seeming rude, but the truth is, you want to know the reason why you'll have to spend the night together.

"Sirius. Sirius Black." He pauses before continuing, "And before you wonder, we have to spend the night here because it's still out there. But don't worry, as soon as dawn breaks, I'll take you to Hogwarts." Sirius speaks, squeezing your hand firmly. You shake hands, and he looks at you as if trying to unravel all your secrets.

"How do you know I want to go to Hogwarts?" You ask, and he smiles as if he finds it amusing.

"Let's just say I have a good sixth sense. Now, I suggest you rest. Tomorrow will be quite a day for you." Sirius says, handing you a pillow and a blanket. You thank him softly as you watch him grab another pillow and lie down on the floor. It looks uncomfortable, but you're too tired to be polite and offer to sleep on the floor instead.

"Hey, Sirius. Thank you so much for today. I might not be alive without you." You say sweetly and sleepily as you settle into the armchair. Sirius lifts his head and looks in your direction. Wow, he's handsome.

"I echo your words. The only difference is that I'd be alive with or without you. But I'm grateful for the company. It tends to be pretty boring around here." Sirius replies before turning over to sleep. You try not to dwell too much on what he said and then let sleep finally take hold of you. When morning comes, Sirius seems a bit more grumpy than before. You deduce that he might not be a morning person. You both leave the cabin early and walk for a while towards Hogwarts. The journey feels almost endless, but when you finally arrive, you're dazzled. The beauty of the architecture almost makes it worth almost dying to get in here.

"Well, princess, you're delivered. I won't be able to come in with you because I need to go check on something, but I'm sure we'll see each other again soon. Until then, take care. I won't always be here to save you." Sirius says, kissing the palm of your hand before leaving without giving you a chance to respond. You find him presumptuous but decide to move on.

Walking through the corridors of Hogwarts, you observe children playing from side to side. A boy with glasses and dark hair is hitting another boy with white hair on the ground, which startles you. You immediately run towards them. As you approach, you manage to separate the two, pulling the dark-haired one off the light-haired one. They both seem a bit bruised, and as you separate them, you realize that the effort has caused you significant pain in your back.

"You shouldn't be fighting. At least I think so." You say with some difficulty as you feel the pain growing. It's strange that despite the dark-haired one being the aggressor, he seems to take you more seriously. Meanwhile, the light-haired one is smiling mockingly with his arms crossed.

"And who are you to say anything?" Asks the child, around eleven or twelve years old, with a bruised face but intact hair. He's the one with the light hair.

"You must be thick, Malfoy, if you didn't notice that she must be our new teacher. Or maybe I hit you too hard." The dark-haired boy responds, already angry again. He seems both fearless and temperamental.

"Stop. Both of you! I don't want to hear insults or nonsense in my presence. You, with the white hair, I am your new teacher, so I suggest you change your tone when speaking. And you, with the dark hair, violence is not a solution to anything, not even insolence. Both of you, go far away from each other and think about how to be better." You speak calmly but very seriously. Despite their reluctance, both boys stop fighting and move on.

You feel the pain in your back get worse and walk to the first place you see an adult. Until you find a room, which seems almost abandoned. There is no one inside. You observe the room that has some old books scattered around and appears to be someone's room.

"Can I help you?" A male voice speaks from behind you. You turn around nervously thinking it's rude to enter someone else's room.

"I need help..." You were going to say more, but you were startled when you noticed a mark on the face of the man in front of you. You figured he must be in pain.

"There's no need to be afraid. I got involved in a mess last night and was a little injured." The man says getting closer and you feel like you're being rude.

"I'm sorry, I imagine it hurts. I'm sorry for my rudeness." You say, getting a little closer and looking deep into the man's eyes. Eyes you felt you've seen before.

"No need to apologize. It really hurts. My name is Remus and this is my room." Remus speaks as you watch him and before you can say anything, you simply pass out.

To be continued...

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Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Eleven

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

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The ride home was peaceful. I mean, your mom was shocked that you and Pedro slept together. But after a breakfast together, she was already enchanted by him. The two of you left as soon as you finished your coffee. Instead of everyone returning in their respective car, you two went in his.

"Now we're both alone, can you answer a question honestly?" You ask seeing that you are getting close to your apartment. You and Pedro are taking advantage of the long car ride to get to know each other better. No phones, media, mothers or internet to get in the way.

"I'll try to be as honest as possible. But depending on the question, I may have a contract that prevents me from answering." Pedro responds while driving concentrated. You look at him, feeling a desire to kiss him. You don't even understand the reason.

"Answer me, Mr. Pascal, why a false relationship instead of a real one?" You ask awkwardly and as soon as the words leave your mouth, it will seem like you are asking the reason you guys don't really date.

"You want a real relationship with me, is that it?" He laughs, and you lightly hit his arm. It's great to see this silly side of Pedro.

"I want to. But seriously. Why don't you actually date instead of investing your time in a fake relationship?" You ask, getting back to the topic. Pedro seems to think deeply about what to answer until he responds.

"Real relationships have real problems. They involve real feelings. When I started to become successful, I thought all my attention should go to acting. Taking care of my family and loving my fans, that was my purpose. When you appeared and this fake relationship story came up, I thought it would be a good strategy. A relationship all planned out. No bad feelings and things like that." Pedro opens his heart to you and you understand what he might mean.

'"I also avoided relationships after breaking up with Enzo. I think I felt guilty about abandoning my relationship with him. He was a very good man, too good. I think you're going to be the last boyfriend I'll have for a while." You say casually and then take a sip of the coffee you and Pedro bought on the way.

"Since we'll be each other's last relationship for a while, we should enjoy our relationship more. How about a date tonight?" He speaks so naturally that you are surprised and end up spilling some coffee on your clothes. Pedro laughs amused but you look at him disapproving of his reaction. The good thing is that the coffee is iced.

"You mean a real date, no cameras or pretense? Just you and me?" You ask, hardly believing what he's proposing.

"Yes, you and me. No pretenses. Just two people wanting to start a relationship... or something like that. I don't want to rush what could be a good thing. The thing is, I like you. You're spontaneous, realistic, and kind. And pretending to date you has been my personal amusement. So I want to know, if you want to go out with me; to date me and all the romantic stuff that two people can want." Pedro basically declares himself. You feel flattered and even a little enchanted by the idea of dating him. Like really dating.

"I would love to go out with Pedro Pascal. In fact, I would love to go out with you." You reply, caressing Pedro's face as he turns to look at you for a moment and gives your hand a gentle kiss. And as your phone rings, seeing that it's your best friend calling, you answer the call immediately while watching Pascal drive.

"Y/F/N, I just found out on social media. I'm really sorry you're going through this, but you know, I'm sure you'll bounce back. I mean, it's going to be hard to get over dating Pedro Pascal, but you've been through tough breakups before." Your friend tries to console you, but you don't understand.

"What do you mean breakup? Who said Pedro and I broke up?" You ask, confused, watching Pedro, who seems as surprised by the news as you are.

"It's all over the internet. About two hours ago. It seems the press confirmed that you two ended things amicably. There's a story about conflicting schedules and you both deciding to end the relationship. They even said this trip was about you trying to reconnect but it didn't work out." Your friend speaks, and you feel strange. How could your relationship end without anyone talking to you about it? Especially when Pedro just invited you on a real date?

"Y/F/N, I'm still a bit confused about the breakup and everything. Can I get back to you later?" You speak, trying to compose yourself. On the other end of the line, your friend says she understands and promises to call later to check on you.

"I can explain..." Pedro begins to speak. You then realize he already has an explanation. Which means he already knew about this crap somehow.

"You know, I almost believed that you and I would have some chance. Too much naivety, I know. But I don't want an explanation. In fact, I want you to park the car, take my suitcase out of your trunk, and don't try to talk to me for the next few moments." You say, trying not to cry because your pride would be too hurt if, on top of having a breakup without your consent, you cried in front of your fake ex.

"I can take you home. I swear I had no idea they were actually going to end our relationship. It was just an idea, a stupid idea. I can deny everything." Pedro says, and you feel like you could hit him. But you just look at him angrily and unbuckle your seatbelt.

"Don't bother. This fake relationship will end exactly as it started, with internet gossip. I just thought we'd have more time... but whatever. Stop this car and leave me here. I'll call a ride-share to take me back to my old place. And if you insist on bothering me further, I'll make a scene, so..." You try to hold back the tears, but they're already streaming down your face. Maybe Pedro is a little afraid of you, or perhaps he just wants to respect your wish not to talk about it. But minutes later, he pulls over the car and takes your suitcase out of his car.

"You don't have to do this. I can take you." Pedro says, holding your suitcase as you call for a ride-sharing service. You look at him sternly and take the suitcase from his hands.

"It was a pleasure, Mr. Pascal. But I don't want anything more from you, including a ride home. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going home. I suggest you get out of my way." You say, irritated, hoping he'll leave soon. The car that will take you home arrives shortly after, and you basically try to forget the fact that your fake relationship just ended and what could have been a real relationship with Pedro Pascal turned into a complete disaster. And the worst part is, your mother will definitely brag about having said that this relationship with Pascal wouldn't work out.

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Forbidden Romance (+18)

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Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author. This chapter has adult content (smut). Minors do not read or interact with this fanfic.

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Chapter Eight

Your anger over recent events had to be left behind. It wasn't that you didn't want to yell at Thor, or even Loki. The problem is that King Odin passed away just a few hours after his wedding to Thor. Which made you and Thor, King and Queen of Asgard. You, however, have not yet made your union with Thor official for Asgard. So at the moment everyone is waiting for Thor to say something. As if that wasn't enough, Prince Steve disappeared. After he recovers from Thor's attack, he asked to think about what had happened and after that he disappeared.

"What do you intend to do?" Heimdall asks. He was a great advisor to King Odin. Somehow he knew that you had married someone, so he came to find out who it was.

"I have to prevent people from knowing that I married Thor. I'm going to Kyrax and begging Prince Steve not to take revenge on Asgard." You say as you finish arranging your dress on your body. Heimdall doesn't seem to support your idea. You can bet there's something you didn't take into consideration.

"Without you here, the Kingdom of Asgard will be too fragile. Thor needs a partner and Asgard needs a Queen. You know this better than anyone." Heimdall speaks as you watch him. You the hates to admit it but he's right. If you move away from Asgard, the entire Kingdom will probably collapse.

"Is there no way to annul my union with Thor and make him marry Princess Jane?" You ask, trying to appeal to Heimdall's knowledge of Asgardian rules.

"You would be banished. And our future King would have to annul the union himself. My advice is that you arrange for the consummation of the union with Thor and assume your role as Queen." Heimdall speaks and you don't know how to react.

"You mean that after I married someone who didn't want me until then, I'll have to sleep with him?" You can't imagine being with Thor. As much as you still have feelings for Thor, in this moment your anger is greater than your love or lust.

"I'm sorry child, but your husband and you must return to the sacred fire and swear from your heart that you have consummated the union. The sacred fire will change color and then Asgard will celebrate the possibility of a future heir to the throne. This is the tradition. And considering the fact that Thor's coronation will be soon, you have until then to consummate the union." You tense up at what Heimdall is saying, feeling like you have no choice but to fuck Thor.

"Understood. Then I need you to do me a favor. You go to Kyrax, tell Prince Steve I'll be waiting for him on the border between Asgard and Kyrax. Tell him I need to talk to him." You look firmly into Heimdall's eyes and then he nods positively. He left your room quickly, while you looked in the mirror before going to look for your husband. You look at yourself and ask yourself how much you are willing to do for Asgard. Now is the time to make a choice. And you do. Without even noticing, your body moves towards Thor's room.

"Are you going to stand in front of the door?" Thor asks as soon as he sees you approaching.

"I'm trying to decide if it's worth it. Entering your room, making our union official, becoming Queen. I imagine your head is full of questions too." You respond by looking at him, without showing any reaction. He, on the other hand, seems a little lost, perhaps confused.

"All this wasn't supposed to be happening. Now I should be getting a lecture from the King for marrying you. But instead, my mother just warned me that I should move on with you. That our marriage could be the salvation of Asgard." Thor speaks with his head down, but you feel that he is shaken.

"Another time we can talk about how wrong this all is. But right now, we must..." You can't say, it seems too impersonal to treat sex with Thor as a duty.

"Come here." Thor speaks asking you to come closer, while he is sitting on the edge of his bed. You come closer, he holds your waist. Thor then brings his head closer to your belly.

"As much as everything is in chaos and I'm angry with you. Know that I will be by your side and I believe that you will be a good King." You say, stroking Thor's head and he seems to feel the comfort you want to give.

"I'm sure you'll make an excellent Queen." Thor speaks and you approaches him. He turns his face towards you and then you lean in to kiss him.

"Do not interpret what I am about to do as forgiveness." You say while kissing him. He smiles slightly as if embarrassed and continues to kiss you.

"I wouldn't dare interpret, my Queen." Then you climb onto Thor's lap while you take off your dress and feel Thor undo his pants. Your breathing becomes decompensated to the same extent, while you don't say anything. You finally sit on Thor, feeling him enter you with some haste. It's like he misses you. You move up and down on Thor's cock. Until he pulls your waist closer and lays you down on the mattress. Keeping the rhythm of his thrusts, he kisses you sweetly as he fucks you under the bed. You hold tight to his back, helping him keep the pace. In the room you can only hear moans. Your moans and Thor's mixing together. The feeling of him holding your waist to feel you more was making you more excited. You wanted more from Thor so you grabbed his face and kissed him. As he continued to fuck you.

"I love you." Thor speaks, breaking the kiss and kissing your neck delicately. You don't respond, you just kiss him one more time. For you, this is no time for sentimentality.

"Thor, I'm almost there." You whisper close to his ear feeling like you're going to cum soon. Thor increases the speed of his thrusts and lightly touches your back to feel you better.

"Come to me, my sweet dove." That's all Thor says before thrusting into you one last time before you reach climax. Thor actually thrusts twice more and then cums inside you.

"I know you must be tired, but can we take a shower together?" You say sweetly, while you feel your legs get a little weak. Thor smiles muffledly as he takes his dick out of you and goes to prepare the bath for you two. It seems that now you have truly become a Queen.

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