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dreadsuitsamus · 9 months

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Jitters | Kakashi Hatake x Reader |

author's note: i'm back with more papashi, babes! this is set in the same au verse as the others, though can be read standalone! if you'd like to read the others and get caught up on some certain background info, you can find the other works in my masterlist!

pairing: kakashi hatake x fem!reader

warnings: naruto and sasuke are the adopted sons of reader and kakashi, modern au, fluff

The dreaded day has come, though it's you that's calm and collected about it. The boys are old enough to ride the bus to school, they want to ride the bus to school, and after one last summer vacation of your boys being your little babies, they've grown up just a little bit.

"We're gonna be firs' graders, Mama!" Naruto argued with you and his father, Sasuke nodding beside him with a determined frown.

"It's time to let them be men already?" Kakashi mutters into the pillow as you shut off the noisy alarm clock.

An ungraceful snort leaves you. "Men that require Mommy's kisses for their boo-boos are hardly men."

"To be fair to them," Kakashi flips over onto his back, gazing at you with a little curve of his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye. "Your kisses have healing properties."

Laughing gently at your husband's silliness, your palm finds his chest just as your lips press to the scar over his left eye. Humming in disappointment, you don't pull away far. "Strange, it didn't heal that."

"It's an old scar; that'll take a lot more kisses." Those big hands find your body, one attaching to your hip while the other cups your face and guides you down for a kiss.

It's warm under these covers, your legs tangled during your soft kiss. Mornings like these have only just started coming back now that Naruto doesn't wake up so early and Sasuke doesn't sneak into your bed in the middle of the night nearly as often as he used to. Kakashi's lengthy fingers dig into the fabric of your nightgown, twisting it tightly as he wills the kiss to last.

As soon as you part, you'll be off to wake the boys up for their first day of first grade. And he's just not quite ready for that step.

Your lips vibrate with a soft laugh, privy to his intentions but unable to humor him long. "Darling…"

Kakashi flips your positions, slotting himself above you and pinning your hands over your head delicately, his forefingers and thumbs massaging at your wrists. "Hmm?"

"You don't want the boys to be late on their first day, do you?"

"That's certainly fine by me." Your husband murmurs, his nose finding a lovely spot on your shoulder to rub against. "My boys are safe here, home with Momma and Papa…"

"My love, they need to go to school." You coo up at Kakashi, watching as he pouts at just how reasonable you are.

"I don't want them to." He mumbles, the pitiful thing. Letting those boys grow up is killing him! They tie their own shoes, wipe their own faces, they're better than him at video games now! Before he knows it, they'll start asking for advice on girls! As if he knows how the hell he landed such a perfect wife??

"Relax." You wiggle your wrists from his weak hold, cupping his face gently. "They're not leaving for college. You're still going to have to wrestle Naruto into the bathtub tonight, and Sasuke is definitely going to want to snuggle after school to calm his nerves after such an extensive amount of time around people. Our boys aren't babies anymore, but they're still our babies. They're not going anywhere."

"I hate when you talk sense into me." Kakashi sighs and rolls off of you, laying forlornly as you take the opportunity to get out of bed and head down the hall.

Peeking inside the boys' bedroom, you smile at the sleepy kids. Naruto's comforter hangs off his bed, mimicking the boy himself as more than half of himself hangs precariously off the side. And the boy wonders why you and Kakashi would never let them have a bunk bed! Sasuke's curled into a tight ball, blankets secured around him in a cocoon of warmth, his old baby blankie featuring a baby Bugs Bunny and friends no doubt held tightly to his chest underneath the pile.

"Boys…" Your voice is gentle, neither boy moving just yet. It's been a long summer vacation, and kindergarten was hardly the true school experience. This is the first year of twelve and they've got a long way to go and many early days ahead of them— and if Kakashi were to have his way, they'd get to sleep in for a whole extra hour.

But if there were certainly any time for you to put your foot down, it's now.

"Time for school!" Your cheerful smile is genuine as you saunter in, watching Naruto wake with a dramatic startle and finish falling off of his bed. There's not even a chance for concern to blossom in your chest, though, as the little blond ball of sunshine is up and jumping around.

"Firs' day o' school!"

Your raven-haired sweetheart, however, isn't quite as excitable as his brother.

"Shut up!" He grumbles, throwing his favorite Squishmallow at Naruto. It lands perfectly in Naruto's face, and before you've even opened your mouth to defuse things, Naruto jumps right onto Sasuke with a hearty yell and a swing of the stuffed animal right back where it came from.

"Hey!" Sasuke growls and just like that, the boys are wrestling around, Sasuke's blankets getting twisted as his legs fight for an opening to better kick his brother with.

You sigh to yourself and begin the process of intervention, the task not undoable but your hips are certainly getting too old for this. "Stop it, boys! This is not how we get ready for school!"

"HE STARTED IT!" They yell back, defending themselves whilst simultaneously pushing at one another.

"Naruto! Sasuke!"

The boys freeze while a satisfied shiver follows the curve of your spine. Oh, how you love Kakashi's Dad Voice™! Your husband stands at the doorway, hands in the pockets of his sweats as his sharp eyes narrow. "Start getting ready for school, boys. Do you want to miss the bus?"

Your precious boys gasp, as if they'd forgotten what they've been so excited for! Feeling safe in the decision to start cooking breakfast, your husband walks hand in hand with you down the stairs. Finding one specific spot on his bicep to be too kissless, you can't help planting a soft smooch just before you enter the kitchen. "You've sure turned that frown upside down."

"You know I don't like it when they give you trouble."

"Tch, they hardly know any other way to act." You smile to yourself though, knowing that it's not their intention to be little pains in the butt.

Kakashi pulls out a carton of eggs, quickly getting to work on scrambling them as you slice up fresh fruits. You work around one another beautifully, occasionally sharing a small kiss as you pass on by, and before you know it the boys are down and sitting at the dining room table, bellies hungry and bouncing with nervousness. Your husband plates the table while you give the boys a glass of their preferred juices, orange for Naruto and apple for Sasuke, and he pressed quick kisses onto each boy's head.

"Eat up, boys. You've got a big day ahead of you." You hum softly, sitting across from your husband at the small, squared mahogany table. It's always been enough to accommodate your small family, but as you watch the boys mow down their omelets and trade between their pineapples and cantaloupe, your heart cracks at the idea that the table isn't as big as it used to be. Certainly by the end of the school year, you'll have to get a bigger one.

And watching as your husband plucks a strawberry from each boy's plate, you smile warmly at the potential of maybe even having an extra place setting at the table by the beginning of the next school year.

"Alright," Kakashi claps his hands once breakfast is mere crumbs on Naruto's shirt. "Go brush your teeth and get your backpacks."

The boys scurry off, making a contest out of everything they do and racing to be the first to the sink. You keep still, listening with a little smile as Kakashi comes to stand behind you and work those large, magical hands on your shoulders. "What's on your mind?" He hums at the shell of your ear, squeezing at a particularly sore spot that you weren't even aware was aching.

"They're really growing up so fast."

"They are." He murmurs, his warm palms sliding along your shoulders. "It's not too late to keep 'em home."

Snorting rather ungracefully, you shake your head and listen to the sound of the footsteps upstairs. "Wouldn't you rather… Never mind." You shake your head at the thought— two boys are already hard enough to raise.

Your husband almost knows your mind better than you do, though. And he certainly picks up what you've left off, humming thoughtfully as he ponders the idea. "I'm not against it. It could be fun."

"I need a little more than 'fun' to go for it." You laugh and accept your husband's kiss to your cheek, officially tabling the discussion as the race back downstairs continues.

"I win!" Naruto's breathless, toothpaste staining his shirt and you pinch the bridge of your nose at the sight. His teacher is going to think the absolute worst of you and your husband.

"Good job." Kakashi spares a hand to high five the boy, softly pinching Sasuke's pouty cheek after. "Get your shoes on and then we'll go to the bus stop."

Masters at the art of shoe-tying, their laces are quickly knotted and Naruto slips his little hand into yours once you've walked out of the house. The bus stop is just at the corner, not even three houses down from home, but you can't help the relief that relaxes your bones at the way both of the boys reach for a parent's hand. They're getting bigger, but definitely still far from grown.

The neighborhood kids are gathered at the bus stop and the boys join their friends, leaving you and the other parents to socialize while waiting for the bus. Kakashi, not much of a social butterfly but not wanting to be rude, slips his arm around your waist and keeps a watchful eye out for the bus with an occasional witty comment that makes the other parents laugh. Perhaps it's his paranoia from his time in the military, but he just won't be able to truly relax until the very moment the boys are safely back home.

The long-awaited, certainly dreaded day has come. The bus rolls up, some kids hardly even offering their parents a goodbye before sprinting to the bus, and in fairness, this isn't the first rodeo for some of them. But your boys both come up for quick hugs, their eyes bright as they pull away and run to the doors together, hopping on and quickly finding themselves a seat before the bus pulls away.

"Yeah." Kakashi murmurs into your ear as you both wave at the kids, the bus pulling off and heading towards the school. "Let's have another one."

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ladyrowrites · 3 months

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"EX-BOYFRIEND NANAMI"

A/N: This was a request by @patpatspatz yes, it's long and there will be a part 2 :)

Pairings: Nanami x Afab reader

Warning: Little bit of angst, swearing

Part 2

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who broke up with you two years ago because he was afraid that he’ll lose you like he lost Haibara. You told him it was a stupid reason and that Jujutsu Sorcerers don’t live long so why not be happy and be in love while you still can. He was adamant about his decision so you told Principal Yaga that you're moving to Kyoto to teach there instead.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who saw a glimpse of you walking the aisles of Tokyo Jujutsu High as all the sorcerers were called in a meeting of planning the defeat of Geto Suguru on December 24th. You still look so beautiful, he thought, especially now that your hair is longer. It suits you so well. He shook his thoughts immediately because he believes he doesn't have the right to think of you that way now. You had been dreading this meeting because you really don't want to see your ex but you can't say that because 1.) That’s so unprofessional and 2.) Geto Suguru is a threat now! But why the fuck does he look so good in that beige suit?! When did he become this hot? Ehem, you mean professional looking with his slick hair and blue glasses. You have been hiding yourself behind Miwa so he doesn't notice you but you can’t help glancing secretly at him (Fuck, he’s so handsome) but little did you know, he knew you were peeking at him so he hides a little smirk. Did you even listen to the plan or were you busy eye fucking your ex boyfriend?

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was now 2 feet away from you because Principal Yaga called the two of you after the meeting. You wished your Jujutsu technique was invisibility because you really want to vanish right here right now. Principal Yaga announced that the two of you will be assigned partners on December 24th as both of your techniques go well together and will help the Tokyo team a lot. Also, as the seniors in the Jujutsu world, it is both your duties to protect the younger sorcerers. “Uhm, sensei, I’m in Kyoto now, I can help there.” You protested. He shook his head and said, “Your techniques will be more valuable here and also they have Todo there and I’m pretty sure you've taught your students well, Y/N.” He eagerly smiled at you. Ugh, you should have left the Jujutsu world instead, you thought.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who understood and bowed to Principal Yaga and you turned around and left first. When he got to the door, you irritably whispered to him, “Don't get in my way.” When you were about to walk away, Nanami held your wrist in which you gave him ‘the let go of me or be killed look’. He immediately gently let go of your wrist and said, “I just want to say I’m sorry.” Then walked out. What the fuck was that? Why was he saying sorry? You wanted to hit him with your shoes just to ask him what was that all about but it’s too childish so you let it go.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was now arguing with you about your tactics on your mission as you both agreed to meet up before the D-day. He wants to go on a defensive game plan but you want to kill as many curses as you can.

“See that is the problem with you! All action but no thinking! You think you’re kind of like a superhuman who doesn't die?” He was losing his patience. You roll your eyes at him for the 10th time. He was really getting on your nerves, “Uhm? Last time I checked, I am a superhuman Nanami-san! I am not weak! So no, change your fucking plan or I’m going back to Kyoto!”

“Yeah, sounds about right? You always run away! That's so you, Y/N!”

If you could use your Jujutsu technique on him, you would, you sighed and gave him a dagger look, “Run away? Fuck you, Nanami! I didn't run! You pushed me away, let’s be clear about that.” and with that, you left and fuck whatever plans you two were making. You're both sorcerers, for pete’s sake! Attack, kill your enemies, and don’t die! What's so hard about that?

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was following behind and then came up in front of you – he tried to stop you from leaving, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I do apologize for my words. It was harsh and I didn't mean it. Just please, let's calmly talk about the plan. I just want you to be safe, Y/N.”You look at him defeated. He was right…so you both come back to the room again and discuss what needs to be done.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami came to the rescue when you were struggling with exorcising a curse. He killed it for you. You wiped the blood splattered on your cheeks and said frustratingly, “I don’t need your help. I told you to stay out of my way.” He just nodded and that pissed you off more so you ran away from him which was not the plan. The plan was to stick together and kill curses as a team, especially the special and semi grade curses. But you were pissed off because it felt like you were so weak that you can’t kill off a semi grade curse, so fuck the plan and go find that you can put your anger to.

You were now in the alleyway and you felt a breeze near you and now it’s blowing your face. You immediately went into defensive mode and made sure you had your katana ready. Your power is creating a portal by cutting through anything or any person with your katana. You were ready to slice the air but the special grade curse spoke which you felt in your spine. You were taken aback by the special grade’s words, “Weakling.” Was what it said – it was soft but with wrath. It landed a blow in your arm and now all you can see is red. You moved your stance and stabbed it hard on its stomach – you portal it now to your dimension. You can move more freely now, you thought, but it laughed at you and said, “Not bad.” While healing its wounded stomach. This special grade is a huge one eyed monster with a green talon that has daggers – it wagged its tail but you cut through and sent the daggers in another portal but it was fast and now on your face and licked your cheek. It burned so bad that you wanted to wail but you were able to do a split and slashed its legs. You continued your slashing until it was screaming pain. It kept regenerating so you stood up fast and tried slitting its throat but before your katana could land a blow on it – it escaped your portal and now landed a strong punch in your stomach and now you are laying on the ground in the same alleyway with its talon about to stab you.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was now looking for you worriedly. His whole being turned lifeless when he saw you laying out cold with a tall ugly curse hovering you. He immediately used his curse technique and struck the special grade in the heart with his cleaver. It turned to him and attacked him with its talon but Nanami caught its tail with his tie and crushed it. The special grade falls to the ground in pieces.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami ran to your side and took you urgently to Shoko. All you remember was you were saying something to him and he was smiling faintly.

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Again, there will be part 2 :)

All I can say is Nanami is the greenest flag there ever is! 💚

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lis4ux · 3 months

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this last chapter of together was amazing! literally had me on my toes i loved it. im sooo excited for the next chapter!!! need a sneak peek 🤭

Oh it was so heavy wasn't it?! So happy to hear you loved it! Was one of my favorites 🖤

Being honest, I am not done with the chapter yet and this may be amended when I edit it later. Who knows I may delete it all or completely rewrite it, but for now here's a small portion.

Hope you like it 😘

Two weeks after Kiara was attacked by Travis, she's trying to sleep in her bed. Key word: trying. Because unlike it was before Travis attacked, she doesn't sleep alone anymore. Both of her parents are laying in bed with her. Her dad on one side, her mom on the other.

She loves them, she really does, but they were being a little...clingy. Couldn't blame them, really. They almost lost her.

Kiara doesn't like thinking about that though. Doesn't like thinking about any of it actually. It wasn't like she was avoiding reminders of what happened, but the more she thought about it the more disgusted she felt.

Thinking about Travis' hands around her neck made her shudder. The reminder of him slamming her against the car made her wince. Remembering his voice yelling in her face made her want to scream back.

It wasn't just the memories themselves that bothered her, but any time one creeped up she had to push away the thoughts that filled her mind. That was what bothered her the most. The ones that told her she was weak, feeble, defenseless.

She didn't want to be any of those things, but, logically, being at least fifty pounds lighter than her assailant, it was expected that she was the prey in that situation. So she lays in bed and thinks about the things that could have happened differently. If she only—

A soft tap on her window has her thoughts interrupted and her lifting her head off her pillow, turning towards the sound, knowing exactly who it is.

She looks at both of her parents, sleeping soundly on either side of her. At least they are getting some sleep. She pulls herself up, unwrapping her mom's from around her waist. Both her parents are heavy sleepers, she's figured out. No way she's worried about them hearing JJ in her room ever again.

She crawls out of bed, tip toeing across the floor and grabbing her sweatshirt before descending the stairs. When she gets around the corner of her house, JJ has just stepped down from climbing her house, wiping at his pants. He grins, "Evening."

"You mean middle of the night," she returns his smile.

He steps towards her, hands coming to her face. She pulls him into her, kissing him and feeling his smile against her lips when they pull apart.

She doesn't actually ask him why he's here. Doesn't have to, she already knows.

"You okay?"

She shrugs a shoulder, looking up at her bedroom window. "Be a lot easier to get some sleep if they didn't insist on sleeping in my bed," she complains. "I think I have a bruise from my mom kicking me."

JJ chuckles. "Now we know where you get it from."

Her mouth drops open. "Takes that back," she demands.

"And if I don't?" he mock wonders, causing her to scrunch her face in faux anger.

She gets a causal look on her face. Kinda bratty too. "I'm just gonna go inside, sleep with my parents," she tells him. Before she can even fully turn from him he's grabbing her wrist, delaying her attempted departure. "Yes?" she asks, smugly.

"Not goin' anywhere," he informs, stepping into her space, purposefully not pulling on her. Grabbing her wrist was a risk as it is.

He's noticed she's been a little skittish since that night. Knew she was trying to fight through it, too. Pretended she didn't jump when she heard a loud noise or someone touched her unexpectedly. She'd daze off, getting a worried look on her face. When he'd nudge her she would just smile, like he brought her back from reliving the moment.

He understood it, too. He didn't like thinking about what happened either. Would rather pretend it didn't happen honestly.

Would rather not have recurring nightmares of her being strangled to death, him watching and unable to make a move to save her. Would rather not remember how he had to check her pulse, seriously wondering if he was holding her body instead of her.

Always brings a softball sized lump into his throat that he has to force down.

His gaze crosses her face and body. He always caught himself giving her a visual check. Slowly watching over time as the bruises on her neck faded from red to black and blue to yellow and brown. Her wrist was out of its splint, the mild sprain well on its way to recovery. Her bruised side was supposedly doing better as well, but he has to just take her word on that since he hasn't seen her shirtless in a minute.

His touch is far more gentle than he needs to be, afraid that he'll scare her. Kie doesn't flinch when his fingers hold her though. Never did, and he takes comfort in that. Like he was a safe place for her. It's why he's here after all.

Kie hums at him, a soft challenge, chin lilting upwards. "Got something better to do?"

He shrugs, head nodding back to where Shoupe's truck is parked. "Wanna go night surfing?"

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jjungkooksthighs · 6 months

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Still rebellious even in punishment. He shakes his head, and without taking his hand off her, he looks behind him for someone. She hadn’t realized that of the males, Namjoon had disappeared. Where is Namjoon? Did he bring them? A small, younger boy with blonde hair nervously fidgets and looks around him as if waiting for someone else to speak. He swallows, and then stutters: S-sir, he left after you s-spoke with him when we began to move your mate to the tree. H-he told me he would be r-right back.

*he squeezes her chin, and for a moment, she's frustrated he's not looking at her* a-alpha please! I promise I'll listen to you! J-just. no chains, plea- *before she can even complete her request, his hand sliding down from her chin to her neck, tugging at her makeshift collar with force that would very well be close to snapping her neck if she resisted by even a bit. Luckily, she doesn't resist. She can't. He growls into her ear, and she's shut up by that. Her voice and requests die down in her throat, but, her eyes are trained on the familiar male figure walking toward them.

Namjoon? With.. what?! No-! Alpha no! her eyes widen comically, knowing exactly where this is going to lead. Silver is what makes them weak. Vulnerable. She's going to be at his disposal. Doing whatever he has to ask because she'll be robbed off the fucking energy of the brat alive in her. she kicks her legs out from beneath her, stomping her feet to try and somehow distract her alpha from the other male's arrival. I don't need this, alpha! i PROMISE! I PROMISE I'll be good!

... It's going to hurt, alpha.. please.. I can't take the consequences of what I reaped. Let it go this once? she expected a simple 'no'. Maybe a cold stare or a growl. What she didn't expect for him to do is this, which, by the way, is exactly what he does :

the claws in his arms lengthen, and he scratches against the bark of the tree she's pinned to. She's confused, eyes half closed to try and help with how intimidated she is. The noise makes her whimper, but, she's feels true pain only when he grabs her hands, putting pressure on her freshly made scars, and pins her wrists down onto the tree's new wounds. And before she can do anything about it, he lets go of her wrists.

What? She tries putting them back down, but he growls. Loud. Slowly, she puts them back up, and there's a glint of pride in his eyes. Oh.. he wants her to keep them there without help.

Stay. Don’t move a fucking muscle. Do you understand me, she-wolf? You are to remain like that until I tell you otherwise.

Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t. The hard, cold silver pressed against her spine siphons out the energy in her little by little.

The Pack Alpha’s eyes do not seek hers anymore. Now, they search for Namjoon, whom he had sent to retrieve what he’d requested earlier when the she-wolf was being driven back to the tree she’s currently stood against.

The timid looking male that had spoken earlier chews at his nail as he peers into the distance in the same direction that Jungkook is looking. It takes but one intake of breath for him to know that, based on the smell the wind carries, Namjoon is close. Past the clutter of trees, a shadowy figure moves about between the trees. The moonlight peeks through the boughs of them, and as the shape comes nearer, it becomes more defined in the pale, silvery moonlight.

Jungkook knows that familiar head of earthen brown hair and dirt brown eyes anywhere.

Through it all, the Pack Alpha doesn’t look at her. She knows why irritation simmers low in her gut. She would never tell him that, though. She doesn’t need to, really. He can hear her thoughts.

Perhaps that is why he grins wolfishly as Namjoon comes into view.

Namjoon is rigid as a stick, and before she can ask why, Jungkook declares:

Well done, Namjoon. I was worried you wouldn’t be able to locate that amongst all my crafts in the forge, but you’ve done well to bring what I requested.

#alpha jungkook asks

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torotoro0 · 2 years

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⟬ Childhood Comrades ⟭

Henry Creel x Reader

•Chapter 7•

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Summary: New friend? This gives me a Deja vu, doesn't it? This Peter man feels so familiar yet... I haven't even met him before.

A/N: I want to finish this series fast, so I hurried this hehe, sorry.

After your meeting with your new friend, you two have been talking with each other ever since, but something doesn't quite seem to sit right, you can't wrap your finger around it, It just seems too familiar to be just a coincidence.

"Are you still there? hello?" A voice chimes in, disrupting my thoughts. "Ah yes, sorry, just tired" I nervously laughed.

"Why? Didn't you get enough sleep last night?" Peter smiles, After the meeting before, we met a little girl, and as usual her name is a number, 011, tattooed on her wrist, she's quite a loner to be honest, she gets bullied by the other children and gossiped on. Although she's weak, she has a good heart, that's all that matters for me.

"Hey.." Peter scooted near me, holding my lap. "Try not to seem like your talking to me okay" I nodded in response. "I'm planning for eleven, and I want to include you in that" He whispered.

"What do you mean?" I replied back. "I'm planning an escape for eleven, and I want you to escape here too"

"Wait, what? what about you? and escape?" I was genuinely confused, I know I want to escape but, why only me and eleven, doesn't he want to escape too?

"Questions are not needed right now" He then flees out of the area.

After my shift, I proceeded to go to my dorm, I was fucking tired as hell, all I wanted right now was a good night's rest.

Suddenly I heard grunting moans, from a room. I decided to peek through the small window attached on the door, and saw peter.

He was getting shocked by guards, and a big mirror window was separating him and Dr. Brenner, he was just standing there with his usual stoic face.

"Stop" He raises his hand, "Get him to the infirmary" I quickly hid behind a wall. As I peeked to my side, he was getting dragged out by 2 guards with Dr. Brenner following behind.

Just then he turns around quickly making me cover my mouth; hiding.

They then threw him inside the room and turn around, making me walk fast to my dorm. Why'd he get punished? for what?

After that commotion yesterday, I hurried to finish my routines and found Peter.

"Peter?" I tap his shoulder, "Ah Y/N, Your here, I need to talk to you" He pulls me to a small table bringing 2 sandwiches. "So here's how you 2 will escape-"

"What do you mean? You just got healed last night, and now you'll talk about escape?" I replied, more like arguing. "Y/N-"

"Are you okay? Doesn't it hurt?"

"No, Y/N, Go to the tube basement, eleven and I will be there" he looks at me with pleading eyes, clutching my hands in his cold ones. "Fine, but you have to answer me, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, some parts hurts, but I can manage" He then smiles and goes to his shift.

"Where the hell are they?" I mumble walking around, I've been finding them and it seems that they stood me up.

"Hey" I quickly turned around and saw eleven. "Gosh, you scared me, don't do that to me again okay?" She then nodded in response.

"Okay so-" He grunts opening a small hole. "This, this is where you'll go and escape okay?" He points inside.

"But how about you" Eleven looks at him. "I can't come with you guys" I chime in.

"I have that pill thing on my neck" Seems like Peter forgot something.

"Ah right, me and Y/N have to just..." He looks at me full of worry "Stay here" He then clutches me hands tightly making me frown and look at him, shit his grip is so tight.

{time skip to eleven removing the pill thing}

Eleven decided she wanted to help us escape too, by removing the pills on our necks with her powers. "Remember, you can't hurt me more, like how they hurt us" peter bit his belt. I was first to go then it was peter.

Eleven rose her hand up aiming to Peter who was slightly shaking, after a moment the pill bursted out of his neck making him smile and me and eleven.

"Hey! You!" Suddenly guards started to barge in the room. "We have to go" Peter pulled me and Eleven inside.

"Your trapped" a guard smiles, "Give up the lady and the child" He raises his taser. Eleven tried to pull us away but peter stopped her. "We don't have to run anymore.

All of a sudden Peter made the four guards slam to the walls pulling us to a janitor's room.

"Stay here I will be ba-" I cut him off by clutching his sleeves. "H-how did you do that, your just an orderly, how did you get powers?" Eleven stuttered. He then pulls his sleeves up revealing a tattooed no.

001

"But I thought 001 doesn't exi-"

"Doesn't exist I know" He then looks at me. "Please keep Eleven safe, and yourself too okay?" he kisses my forehead and runs outside leaving me and eleven to hide ourselves.

After a moment me and eleven sat down, I fell fast asleep, when I woke up eleven was no where to be seen.

"Eleven? Eleven! Where are you!" I hurried to open the door and was horrified of what I saw.

Bodies scattered everywhere like dolls, but bloodied, bruised, fractured, and was missing eyeballs making me cover my mouth.

"What the..." After searching for the halls I saw Dr. Brenner limping in the rainbow room, and of course, I followed him.

I was met by a sight of bodies and eleven in the center of the room her eyes bloody and her gown was also bloody.

"What did you do" Dr. Brenner stated.

What did she do

Thanks for reading this series! Sorry it was fast, I am now writing a new series for the new netflix show that's why it was fast.

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browa123 · 2 years

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Numer 4 magicians assistant! 😊

Ask About WIPS! :D

You can find what is posted for Magician's Assistant Here!

Ah, yes. MA. My biggest project in DCMK as of yet. I don't know how finished it is, honestly. It's mostly the culmination of things I want to see happen in DCMK:

Kaishin, Sonokai the BROtp, more Kaito and Makoto interactions, Kaito being the one set up for once because Sonoko is a minx, fluff and angst and fluff, got some whump planned for it later down the line, and Kaito working as a magician for the Suzukis to hit it big.

Honestly, with how much I love the crossover episodes in DC, if feel starved of interactions between Kaito and Jirokichi. I see ZERO fics that touch on their dynamic as the rich guy trying to catch a thief by setting him up. I also think he'd like Kaito's spunk out of costume, which is why I'm putting that side plot in there.

(If anyone does have any fics that have Kaito and Jirokichi interacting please let me know!!)

Also writing about how Kaito views KID as a completely separate person to him, one that he can not take credit for, one he doesn't think of as anything human, just an idea, is really fun to mess with.

Oh, right. Snippet. Guess I can give you a sneak peek.

Checking the Security (MA / Chapter 6)

"What do you think, kid?" Jirokichi pats Kaito on the shoulder, looking up at the grand vault that was the newest piece in the elaborate trap to catch Kaitou KID. "Fresh off the press. This baby's got everything. Finger print lock, iris scanner, three different sets of keys, and most of them are red herrings that set of the alarm the moment he tries to crack it!"

Kaito lets out a low whistle, looking over the vault with a keen eye. Well, if he's learned anything about the old man over these past few years, it's that he knows how to put on a show.

"It's very impressive, Jirokichi-san. If I may ask, what is the proper way to open the vault? Just as a reference so I know KID won't spot it," Kaito asks with a level tone. After all, he was "hired" under the table to investigate weak points in the security. The irony would have him snickering if he wasn't forcing himself to be calm and collected right now.

"Can't say. That bastard of a thief probably has bugs everywhere, and is even listening to this conversation as we speak," Jirokichi replies coldly. "You hear me KID! I'm going to be the victor tonight! It'll be me on the headlines once again and those iron bracelets with be slapped on your wrists in a few hours."

Jirokichi cackles loudly, hands on his hips as his belly shakes with laughter. From the motions swaying the old man's coat, Kaito can see the faintest glint of something shiny tucked away in an interior pocket. He lets himself smirk the slightest bit in playing along with the old man's laughter.

We'll see who has the last laugh tonight.

#wip challenge #detective conan #magic kaito #my writing #dcmk #kaito kuroba #jirokichi suzuki #kaishin

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kitkatt0430 · 2 years

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Had a nice Sunday today. :D Took Estelle to visit my parents and, while Estelle bounced from lap to lap getting all the cuddles a cute dog can possibly get, I showed off the Portal games in an attempt to convince my parents they should try it. I forgot how difficult some of those puzzles start getting the further in to the first game you go.

(Me - I love the companion cube, I could never kill it. My Dad - Kill the cube, see what happens. ^_^)

Anywho, I've got three fics I wanna do snippets for this week. First up is from The Whistle Blower verse. After the news finally breaks, Iris' summer session journalism professor uses the scandal as an opportunity to push her students to embrace their inner investigator. Which Iris takes to like a duck to water. But first she's dragging Barry along for the ride.

"And Starling is no where near as bad as Gotham. Even if they do have their own big name vigilante now."

"I'm just saying, we get cornered in an alley by bad guys and have to be rescued by another vigilante with a bad attitude, I deserve all the coffee," Barry grumbled.

"Oh like I've never traveled halfway across the country so you could investigate some weird maybe science, maybe magic thing that ended in us escaping from a cult that wanted to sacrifice us a la Supernatural," Iris retorted. "Stop complaining, you were so thrilled about meeting Batman you couldn't shut up about it for weeks."

"We promised never to discuss the cult thing again," Barry hissed in a panic.

Of course, Oliver's not actually in Starling City right now because he's in Central City supporting Hartley. But Iris and Barry don't know that. :D And I'm pretty sure Barry doesn't want Joe knowing about the Batman incident either. Iris is having way too much fun teasing him.

I'm also working on another entry for Finn Bingo, focused on him interacting with Leia. So I've made him Leia's Padawan and am basically ignoring everything post The Force Awakens for this canon AU.

Leia smiled proudly. "You've come so far so quickly already, Finn. Before, you thought your abilities were weak, especially compared to Rey's. But I just heard you list as strengths the very abilities you thought were your weak points when we began your training."

And... he did. Didn't he?

Finn smiled back and ducked his head. "I think the hardest thing I've had to learn so far was to value myself."

Leia's trying to build Finn's self confidence and guide him towards discovering his potential as a healer.

Flufftober's coming up so I've got a story lined up for that already. The first fic I've got ready for the event is a Flash AU set in an alternate post season 4 timeline - the specifics aren't really important, just that Cisco ended up losing his hands similar to how he had in the bad future from S3. He's since physically recovered and had his prosthetics created - it's really just a sort of peek into their lives where Cisco's still struggling with his mental health some, though he's doing a lot better now. He's in an established relationship with Harry; they're both disabled in different ways, but they've learned to help each other compensate and become all the closer for it.

"You're wearing my sweater," Harry muttered, smirking as he grabbed on the heavy clothing that swamped Cisco's torso. Dragging Cisco closer so they could kiss good morning.

"Ugh, morning breath," Cisco teased as he pulled away. "Go brush. Also, donuts are on the way. So we're not starting something until after breakfast. And, uh, after I figure out what's wrong with the second charger."

Harry's nimble hands had found Cisco's by then. Or at least Cisco's wrists, what with Harry knowing that the prosthetics felt nothing. So he'd realized Cisco was only wearing the one.

The setup is one I want to explore more later, but probably as a separate fic/series from this one. Mostly I'm just testing out an idea here.

#six sentence sunday #fanfiction #the flash #star wars #iris west #barry allen #finn (star wars)#leia organa #cisco ramon #harry wells #cisco x harry

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so yeah. I'd like to request Sugawara with m!reader who is a shy and soft person. They usually just kissing and cuddling, but today Suga asks reader about doing more intimate.

Also.. can you make the reader has praise kink, but doesn't realize because it's his first time?

Thankiee

i have been milling this over in my head for some time, so i hope this turns out as well as i've planned. <3

softdom!suga + m!virgin!reader

warnings: praise kink, nsfw, might be tooth-rottingly soft.

nsfw under the cut

suga's the most attentive partner you could ever imagine. from the early morning breakfast in bed to gentle displays of affection while in public, he's constantly searching to satisfy your emotional needs and make it clear how much he cares for you.

at times, he can get caught up in work and making lesson plans that he may let his time with you slip a bit, but he always catches himself and for that you couldn't be more grateful.

suga's favorite form of affection is being wrapped all in you, feeling the warmth of your body curled up into his as you snuggle the morning away. he loves to press gentle kisses into your shoulder blades and the nape of your neck, appreciating the scent you have.

being this close to you brings him comfort, but he can't help but let his mind wander at times into more intimate forms of affection. right now, being curled against you with his chest pressed to your back had him reeling.

you were so cute like this, still lazily awaking and stirring ever so slightly against the straining hard-on against your back. he let out a groan, mostly out of frustration for himself. he knew you felt it, and his cheeks burned at the thought of making you uncomfortable.

"g'mornin' sleepyhead," you grinned, slotting your hips backward into him before turning over onto your stomach. he lazily drapes his arm over your waist, eyes crinkling as he smiled sweetly at you. "morning sugar, did you sleep well?" his voice is like honey, still dripping with remnants of slumber; it has your knees weak. you nod sheepishly, placing your hands on his chest and sliding up to kiss him softly.

koushi leans into the kiss, pulling your body closer to his as his lips move in time with yours. the plushness of your skin under his fingertips grounds him in the moment as he pants softly against your lips. his tongue slides over your bottom lip and you grant him permission to slide it into your mouth. your tongues move in sync against one another as you slide your body over his, and his arms encase you, pulling you even closer.

koushi breaks the kiss, panting softly as he stares lovingly at you, causing a blush to form on your cheeks. "such a pretty baby," he grins at you, and you hope he doesn't feel the swell of your cock against his thigh. he does. "do you wanna kiss some more, honey? there's plenty more where that came from, hm?" you give him a shaky nod, and go to part your lips but stop yourself.

koushi notices the uneasiness in your eyes, like you had something more to say, so he waits patiently. he peppers kisses along your wrists and fingers, and your cheeks warm at the familiar attentiveness of your loving boy. "whatcha thinkin' about pretty?" you sigh, head falling to avoid the eye contact. "how about I take care of you, baby? i can feel you getting hard for me. is that okay? can i take care of you?" you nod slowly, and his fingers slip under your chin and lift your head so that your eyes meet. with a cheeky smile he says, "use your words like a good boy." you blush deeply, confirming that you wanted him to touch you.

suga moves you to sit next to him, and he slowly slides your legs apart. he takes place between them, leaning forward to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. as your tongues move with one another, his hand snakes between you and slides over your inner thigh, inching closer to where you needed him most before moving away. with each stroke, you sighed into his mouth and it was music to his ears. "you're being so good," he muttered against your lips, hand halting right over the outline of your cock.

his hand slowly traced the outline as he began to pepper kisses down your jawline and along your neck, leaving kitten licks just below your ear with each slide of his hand. your hips moved to work with his hand, and he gave you a warning nip of the neck as a sign to behave. your hip movements stopped briefly until he picked up the pace, gliding along your hard cock at a more teasing pace. "take these boxers off, baby," he smiled against your neck, fingers slipped into the waistline and tugging them down.

the whine that left his lips when he saw your swollen tip oozing precum was embarrassing. "such a pretty boy, my good boy," he whispered softly as his hands ghosted over your thighs once more. his eyes met yours again, and he wore that charming smile you fell in love with. "you twitch each time i call you pretty baby. you like being praised, hm? like being called a good boy," he's teasing, but he means well. he lowers his body down yours, face becoming level with your cock. "s'pretty baby," he grins, tongue peeking out of his mouth as he swipes a drop of precum onto his tongue. the lewd action has your stomach turning, and you feel your body growing hot.

koushi lowers his mouth onto your throbbing length, being sure to watch the euphoric expression on your face as you bottom out in his throat. you whimper softly as he begins to bob his head rhythmically, and your hands tangle in his hair. "please," you moan softly, hips moving to meet each lowering of his mouth against you. he moans against your length, right hand moving to cup and massage your balls. "ngh, koushi, please~" you blush at the lewdness of your whines, hips moving on their own with the intensity of the pleasure. his eyes never leave you as he continues to bob, soft throat coaxing you closer to release.

koushi stops himself, wanting you to cum with him inside you. he pulls of your cock with a pop, wiping his sloppy mouth with the back of his hand as he grins at you cheekily. "so good for me, hm? d'ya want me inside you? wanna go all the way? remember, baby, you can say no." you nod eagerly, desperate to feel the stretch of him inside of your hole. your eyes track down his abdomen to his straining cock in his boxers, and he stops your hand before you can get a hold of him. "this is about you, lovely. i'll be right back," he grins.

koushi returns with a bottle of lube, and he blushes when he finds you on your back with your legs spread for him. "so good for me, y/n". he makes his way over to you, slather some lube onto his fingers, and then onto your puckering hole. "such a cute little hole, hm" you twitch at the comment, whining at your nonchalantly lewd lover. he giggles at your shyness, and rubs the back of your thighs lovingly. "gonna prep you first," he warns, sliding a finger into your tight hole. the feel of your walls clenching around his finger has him groaning and straining against his boxers. "so tight, y/n." he says sweetly, gently rubbing the back of your thighs to encourage you as he slides a second digit in.

you wince at the stretch, letting out a strangled whine. "'m sorry baby, I know it hurts," he whines, watching as your hole swallows his fingers with each thrust. he's mesmerized by you, by your softness and your willingness to trust him with your body in this way. koushi presses gentle kisses to your inner thighs as he continues moving his fingers in you, curling them gently to increase your pleasure. you whine again, feeling the familiar bubblings of an orgasm approaching. your cock twitches slightly at the feeling as your body begins to overheat once more. koushi pauses his movements to add another fingers, stretching you even more in an attempt to simulate his girth. your back arches, and you writhe under the pressure of being stretched so full, and he coos at you lovingly.

"you're close aren't you pretty? good boy," he smiles sweetly, laying his head on your inner thigh as he works his fingers for moments longer before pulling out sliding down his boxers. his cock springs free, pretty and heavy with desire. he hisses as the cool air hits his swollen tip, and your mouth waters at the oozing pre-cum. "baby, it's gonna sting a little," he warned, moving to slide his body between your legs, pressing your legs up slightly into your chest. you nod softly, bracing yourself for the sting of his cock splitting you open.

"three taps, and I'll stop, okay," he studies your face for a response and he sighs sweetly when he sees you nod so cutely. "please," you moan, hips moving up to brush his cock against your ass. he shakes his head softly at you with an adoring smile on his features. koushi coats his cock in lubricant and then your hole once more before lining up with his tip.

he presses in just enough for the tip to stretch your prepped hole, and you inhale sharply, hands moving to clutch his biceps. koushi's head falls back at the warmth, a helpless groan leaving his lips as he stills himself as you get comfortable with the stretch of him. he leans forward, pressing your legs slightly further inward so he can place gentle kisses as your cheeks and forehead. "doing so good, pretty boy," he praises, left hand moving to cup your cheek and smooth it over lovingly with his thumb. you whimper, keening into his touch as he moves his hips further into you, cock stretching you a bit more. you wince, tightening up at the burn of his girth, and he pauses once more, eyes scanning your features for any signs of pain or discomfort. he sees your eyes screwed shut, tears threatening to surface, and he places more reassuring kisses to your cheeks and forehead, praising you once more. you nod, pulling on his shoulders to bring him closer, force him deeper into you.

he grins against the skin of your neck, huffing at your neediness to be full. "such a good baby," he grunts, pressing the rest of his cock into you and you let out a cry at the fullness, back arching into him as your chests meet. he stills himself, groaning at the plushness of your walls, clenching around him as you pant beneath him. "please koushi, please," you beg, and he obliges you with slow, gentle thrusts. he leans his body up, propping it on both arms as he looks down at you sweetly, watching your face contort from sheer pleasure. you whine and moan with each thrust of his swollen tip against your insides, pushing you closer to that fuzzy feeling you'd been teased with earlier. koushi grunts softly with each movement, rolling his hips into you at a skilled pace that has his tip hitting your spot each time.

you strangle out a whimper of the closeness of your release, and he praises you once more for using your words like a good boy and replies that he, too, is close. your walls clench tighter around him as your cock twitches, and he feels himself about to paint your insides, hips colliding with yours at a faster pace that has you seeing stars. without warning, your release comes crashing down like a tidal wave, washing over you as you cum all over your abdomen. with each good boy baby your cock twitches through your orgasm, spurts of white coating your body as you feel the warmth of suga's release coating your insides. he lets out an animalistic grunt with the remnants of his release before he slowly pulls out of you, cum oozing from your stretched hole.

he places a kiss to your inner thighs once more, licking up the cum from your abdomen, before placing a kiss to your lips. "such a good baby, now it's time for a clean up," he smiles as you sigh softly.

#sugawara drabble #male reader #sugawara x you #suga baby #sugawara imagine #sugawara x reader #hq thirst #hq drabble #hq drabbles #hq smut #hq x reader #koushi x reader #hq x male reader #male reader smut #hq male reader smut #m!reader #hq x m!reader #hq m!reader smut

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 10 - The Fifth Year (Part Four)

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. Chapter Warnings: Dark magic, violence, magical torture.

A/N> I really hope i don't put this fic into another hiatus, but i got a feeling i will. The only I can promise is to finish it. Hope you all like this chapter.

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Part X - The Fifth Year (Part Four)

You walk beside Headmistress Harkness in silence, deeper into the dungeons of the castle.

She leads you to a wooden door, and then you enter a large stone room, which you imagine to be an office for the study of ancient runes, as you notice the symbols around the room, carved into the rocks and the corners of the walls.

"Professor, what did we come here for?" You ask with your arms folded across your chest, feeling your body shiver slightly at the creepy atmosphere in the room.

"I am going to help you reach your true potential, Miss Stark." She declares simply and waves her wand.

You feel your body being pushed until you are in the center of the room, your arms uncrossing and stretching out at your body's side, but soon there are thick iron chains conjured around your ankles and wrists.

Letting out a surprised exclamation, you look at Harkness in fear, but she is muttering softly, and walking around while touching the runes with her wand, and the symbols light up a purple glow one by one.

"Professor, what's going on?" You question trying to struggle against the chains, which seem to get tighter with each movement. You let out a grunt of pain.

"Stop fighting." She orders as she turns to you, her gaze assessing your face. "It's almost time, it will be painful if you resist."

"What are you talking about?"

But Agatha didn't answer and walked back behind you. You deduced that she was touching the runes on the walls at your back, because you could hear the rustling on the rocks, and then she came back into your field of vision.

She rummaged through her pockets, and pulled out a small watch.

"Now, now, you're almost late." She remarks, and looks back at you with a little smile. "I bet Erik asked about Pietro."

You frowned, but Agatha looked away, moving to the cabinet in the corner of the room. She returned with four candles in her hands, and deposited them around you.

You watched her use her wand to make the candles stand perfectly still in the four corners, and then light itself. You felt your heart race. Agatha was going to do a ritual with you. Of what exactly you had no idea. And judging by the events, it couldn't be good.

"Professor..."

"Quiet." She interrupts earnestly, one finger raised in the air while she looks back at the clock. You wriggle uncomfortably, and it takes only a moment for Agatha to let out a sigh and turn to you. "Let's get started."

You were about to ask again, but Agatha raises her wand toward you and mutters words you don't recognize.

Your vision dims for a second and then you think you are having another vision, but you cannot understand exactly what it is.

It looks like the nightmares you had with Mephisto, but everything is quieter. You can only hear your own footsteps, but it is as if you were walking on water.

The shelves in the ministry are completely empty, and the image is dull.

This time you are not looking for something. You are calling out to someone.

You walk and you walk, and then you come to the center of a room. And you choke when you see yourself.

But your face is completely bloodied, and you are whimpering in pain.

"I found you." The voice is Mephisto's, but you don't see him anywhere. Your bruised self is dying, and you begin to feel desperate, but when you try to scream for help, what comes out are the words. "Where is it? Find it for me!"

"I don't know." Your self whines. "And if I did know I wouldn't tell you."

"Filthy half-blood!" The voice that is your accuses, and then there is a red light and your bruised self screams in pain. It is the cruciatus curse, and it only stops after a moment. "I have no time for your lies. I'll end it at once."

You gasp and are back in Agatha's room, falling to your knees.

"What was that?" You manage to ask as you try to calm your breathing, grumbling in pain as you realize that the sudden movement has made the chains hurt your wrists.

"That was just what it took to get Wanda away from the castle." Agatha replies as she lowers her wand. You frown in confusion, but the woman is getting closer. She makes a motion with her hands and you feel a sharp pain on the tip of your forehead, and you grumble.

A little blood trickles down her face, but it doesn't hurt that much, and you figure it's just a small cut. Ancient runes are not your specialty, but it's not hard to imagine that she just drew one on your skin.

"What do you want from me, professor?" You ask half breathlessly, feeling your body weak. Agatha is muttering some incantations, and you feel as if your energy is slowly being drained away.

When she stops, you can barely keep your eyes open.

"Now we will wait a little while, dear." She says as she kneels in front of the candled square she created. "Wanda needs time to get to the ministry."

You shook your head, feeling your vision go blurry and your mouth go dry. Agatha sighed before she stood up, and you were surprised that she brought you water.

"I don't want you to collapse now, we're not even halfway through it." She declared as she forced the small bottle against your lips. You grumbled, but she held your chin tightly and forced you to drink.

It wasn't water, but it didn't taste bad.

"There you go, drink it all." She guided and only when the item was empty she pulled away. With a flick of her fingers, the bottle disappeared and you gasped as you felt a wave of heat pass through your entire body.

It was a potion of vigor, and although confused and frightened, you had no physical discomfort.

"What did you do to me?" You questioned between teeth. Agatha moved around the room, grabbing one of the books from the bookshelf. She muttered something about making sure she was doing everything right, before she stopped standing in front of you.

"Isn't it obvious, my dear?" She retorted with debauchery. "And I thought you would be smarter, but perhaps the hat was wrong."

Agatha crouched down again, and put the book down on the floor in front of you. You looked down to notice that it was open on a page that contained a map of England.

Before you could ask, she was forcing your head down, and you grunted in pain. When your blood dripped onto the paper, she let go.

"Thank you, dear." She declared without looking at you. "Now let's find out how close they are."

You gasp in surprise when your blood moves on the paper, circling around the lines of the map. Agatha makes a noise with her mouth in contentment.

"Ah, judging by the speed, I'm sure they used the thestrals." She comments. "I suppose Miss Quinn joined the quest in the end."

You look at the professor with confusion, but she is already raising her fingers to your forehead.

"Let's take a peek." She declaims, and you feel your skin burn where she touches it. Your vision dims for a second before you see the sky.

You are mounted on something, and you look around to see all your friends mounted on thestrals, flying beside you. You want to ask what is going on, but soon realize that you are just watching.

"Are we far away?" Gamora asks beside you.

"No! Just a few more minutes." It is Tony who answers from the front horse. He looks upset, all of them do in fact.

You want to shout to ask, but your vision dims and you are back on your feet.

Agatha lets out an impatient sigh as you pant in pain, trying to understand exactly what is going on.

"It's a pity." She mumbles to herself and you force yourself to ask.

"What is it?"

"Mephisto takes no prisoners, Miss Stark." She replies. "I hadn't expected your friends to interfere, it's really a pity. Perhaps you should already pick out a dress for the memorial ceremony."

"What are you talking about?"

"In reality it's your fault of course." She declares with a mischievous giggle and you stare at her in confusion. Agatha sighs humorously, as if what she is telling you is obvious. "Silly girl, the cloak of course! The legendary invisibility cloak that you lent to your dear brother."

"What?"

Agatha rolled her eyes.

"It's not funny when you don't know what I'm talking about." She commented impatiently and leaned against one of the pillars of the hall, her arms crossed. "But I think we have time until they reach the ministry, so let's talk a little."

You think the effect of the potion is wearing off too quickly, but you force yourself to keep your gaze on Agatha.

"The story is much simpler than you might imagine, of course." She begins. "I needed to find a way to help Wanda unleash her power completely, and you were the solution to all my problems." She says with a nostalgic chuckle, and you look at her wide-eyed.

Your vision is darkening again, and Agatha notices by your tired expression, so she lets out a laughing exclamation and moves around the room. When she returns, there is a wooden compartment in her arms, which she lays on the floor. You notice the dozens of small glass jars, and she forces you to drink another one.

"Dear, Dear, there you go. There's no reason to look so pale, you just need a little encouragement." She smiles at her own pun, and you move your head to push her touch away, making her laugh before turning away.

"Where was I? "Oh yes, in the beginning." She asks rhetorically, her posture amused. "I'm going to assume that Erik told you about the nature of Wanda's powers, dear, it would be sad to know that he didn't after so much."

"He did." You grumble and Agatha smiles.

"Oh, great." She says. "Well, of course he said what I told him, of course. But he couldn't know everything. He wouldn't approve of my methods. As a father and as a wizard I suppose."

You sighed lightly, your body was shaking, like a fever, but the potion was keeping you pain-free.

"Professor..."

"Don't interrupt!" She cuts off quickly, but her tone is amused. "What an education you've been giving at Hufflepuff, my goodness. Maybe the hat should have sent you to Gryffindor, you would have learned better about manners."

You clenched your jaw and Agatha giggled a little before continuing.

"I told Erik that you two should stay apart, and he bought that story like the fool he always was." She comments with amusement and you feel your stomach sink.

"Was it you?"

"Don't make that face, honey." She says. "I couldn't risk you getting in my way."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Agatha sighs impatiently.

"Your bond, Miss Stark!" she retorts as if it were obvious, "I needed to shape Wanda's progress according to my agenda. If you were around her, you could develop the bond and your abilities would be a problem."

You looked at her with confusion and Agatha took another look at the map before looking back at you.

"They are arriving, shall we take another peek?"

"Tell me what you want to say!" You ask, but the witch just ignores you while touching your forehead again. You gasp in pain, but this vision is quicker.

You see a dark concrete, and a tall door. And then Agatha brings you back.

"Great, they're at the ministry." She mumbles as she releases you, you gasp helplessly, your head weighing down. But Agatha brings another vial of potion to your lips. "This is going to get a lot worse before it gets better I'm sorry to say, Miss."

You motion for her to take the bottle from your lips, but she insists that you drink it all and only backs away when you do.

"What do you know about my bond with Wanda?" You question next, feeling the elixir kick in again.

"Everything." She states simply and you look at her. "How it was made, how to break it and how to improve it."

Agatha draws her wand toward you again and you widen your eyes.

"Let's make sure she remembers why she''s there, dear." She speaks before bewitching you.

You watch yourself being tortured again, but now the shelves are full.

When you return, you fall flat on your face on the floor.

Agatha approaches with a grimace, pulling your hair to make you look at her again, and you grunt in pain.

"Do you need another potion or can you stay awake?" She asks.

"Fuck you."

Agatha laughed and let go of your hair, you managed to keep your head away from the floor by millimeters.

"I'm being so nice and you so badly behaved."

"You chained me to the ground." You retort with indignation.

Agatha rolls her eyes, crossing her arms as she leans against the pillar again.

"This is only to keep you from disappearing." She comments causing you to raise your eyebrows. "Oh, right, I forgot that you have no idea what I'm talking about."

You grumble in pain, but don't interrupt.

"As I was saying, I know all about your magical bonding, dear." She says. "It took some time, but I managed to figure it all out. And that's exactly why I kept you away from Wanda this year."

"Why?"

"Because I want Wanda's magic for myself, of course."

You let out an exclamation of surprise and anger, but before you could say anything else, your body tensed all at once, and you felt your heart soar as if it were racing.

"W-what's happening?" You muttered in confusion, feeling the adrenaline wake up your senses. Agatha looked at you intently, moving away from the pillar to look at you more closely. She touched the side of your faces, assessing you.

"You can feel the danger she is in can't you?" She asked with fascination in her voice and gaze. You gasped, feeling the room getting smaller. "It is absolutely magnificent to witness such power."

"What did you do?" you ask with difficulty. "Where is Wanda?"

Agatha laughs as she walks away. She moves around the room again and you think she is going to go back to her original position, but she makes a motion with her hands and floats in the air. She sits down with her legs crossed and stands at the same height as you.

"Sorry, Miss Stark." She says with her palms up and lying in the air. "We've reached the part where it's going to become very painful."

The candles around you float at head height, and the flames light up, but they are blue. You also notice the runes glowing on the walls.

"Please." You plead but Agatha doesn't answer you, all she says are words in a language you don't recognize.

When she falls silent, you wait for the pain to come, but all is quiet.

"It's done." She announces with a sigh.

"What's done?"

"Now she can become a scarlet witch for good."

"Professor what..."

But your voice dies in your throat as you feel a sharp pang in your chest and gasp breathlessly. A whistle hissing in your ear, and a sharp pain takes over your entire body in the next second.

You don't need much to deduce that Wanda is suffering.

"Stop it!" You beg as you hug your own body, feeling your skin burn. "Please stop hurting her!"

"Focus, Stark." You hear Agatha's voice in your head. It's hard to push through the pain to pay attention.

"Let me go!" You plead but you have the impression that it is only in your thoughts. You know that your body is screaming in pain. "Let me save her! Wanda!"

"Pay attention, girl!" It's Agatha again. "You never needed to be with her to protect her. Concentrate. Don't let her get hurt."

Agatha's sentence echoes in your head for many minutes, until her voice replaces the pain.

You open your eyes, but cannot see the room. There is a golden light all around you, and it takes a moment to realize that it is your hands and eyes that are glowing.

"What?" you gasp in confusion but your body is shaking again and you can taste blood in your mouth.

"Not yet, honey." Agatha says and you realize she is still in the room. You blink, trying to see her, but all you can see is the light. You can barely feel the chains, but they are still on your wrists. "Just a little longer. He needs to use the curse."

"Professor, what's going on?" You try but there is no answer. The pain returns and your body hangs forward, but you rest your hands on the floor, panting. "Please help me."

"Help yourself." Says the woman. "What will make the pain stop?"

"Wanda." The answer escapes in a sigh and you can barely keep your eyes open.

"Then go to her."

And then your vision dims.

You think you are falling into a portal key, because it feels the same. But you land before reaching the ground.

Everything is muffled, and you look around to see spell lights.

You see your friends dueling wizards you don't recognize, in a place you know as the Ministry of Magic.

You know because it is like your childhood memories, on the rare occasions when you were with Tony and your father in search of some package.

But it's empty now, except for the wizards fighting.

Your friends are losing, you know by the way the masked men are surrounding everyone in the corner.

But you're not looking for that.

Your attention is on the girl in the center, the bright red light surrounding her hands.

Your body immediately relaxes at the sight of her, and you walk on.

Wanda is also struggling. Her energy escapes from her hand towards the black-clad sorcerer, who has a devilish grin on his face, but who seems pleased to see so much power.

You lift your hand to touch her face, and then the sound returns.

The effect of your touch on Wanda's skin is immediate.

Her magic explodes in her hands, creating a force field that pushes Mephisto and the walkers meters away.

The leader lets out a laugh as he falls backwards, while his followers stare at the scene with confusion, surprised by the sudden blow.

Wanda falls to her knees, and you stoop down to the level of her face, raising your hands to your face.

"Wanda? Can you hear me?" You call out, but it is as you thought, she cannot. Neither she can see you. But something makes you believe she can feel you. You sigh watching her try to pull herself together.

Mephisto stands up and waves for his followers to stand still.

Wanda stands in front of her friends. You swallow dryly, and stand beside her.

"Your protector is here, isn't he?" The man questions with a murderous look on his face. "I can feel it."

"Where is she?" Wanda asks angrily, but the wizard continues to smile.

"Do you really think I would risk exposure to steal your girlfriend from the castle, Miss Maximoff?" The wizard retorts. "You are as foolish as your father."

Wanda raises her hands again. You feel your body tingle.

"I won't ask again." She says and Mephisto's gaze flashes with irritation.

"It is I who will not repeat myself, miss." He strikes back and points his wand toward Wanda in a quick motion. You see the green light approaching in slow motion, and your feet are already moving forward.

The Death Curse hits you in the chest, but all you feel is the tingling in the back of your head, and all they see, is a golden light.

"This is getting embarrassing for you." Wanda teases the wizard, and you want to smile, but you are feeling your connection grow weak, the atmosphere begins to glaze over.

"I've had enough of games." Mephisto speaks impatiently, and moves his wand toward the fountain in the center in the hallway. Water pours out of the marble and rises to the ceiling, forming a three-headed serpent. "I'll just drown your friends and eliminate a few names from the list of blood traitors."

"No!" Wanda says as she throws an energy ball at the sorcerer, but he deflects it with ease. The water Hydra moves and Wanda attacks again.

You think the water will reach your friends, but the ministry's Floo powder fireplaces are lighting up and the order's wizards are coming out of there.

Mephisto's smile fades. His followers begin to duel, and he forms a shield to stop Wanda's attacks while turning to look at the incoming aurors, as you watch Hydra's enchantment being controlled and undone.

It is satisfying to see Mephisto choke in surprise as the rest of the Ministry officials begin to Apparate and use the floo powder net to arrive on the scene.

You see the expression of pure shock when the Minister of Magic sees the sorcerer, before Mephisto apparates and disappears.

There is an immediate commotion afterwards, the aurors of the order preventing the walkers from fleeing and the rest of the officials looking on at the scene of the fight with confusion.

The atmosphere is getting stuffy again, so you turn to Wanda again, and she has tears in her eyes as she looks around.

Erik reaches her within the next minute.

"Darling!" He says hugging her with concern, but Wanda sobs and he pulls away looking into her eyes. "What happened?"

"I couldn't find her, papa." She cries. "I looked everywhere."

Erik shakes his head.

"Wanda, Miss Stark is safe." He assures you and you frown. "It was a false vision dear, she was never here."

Wanda gasps in confusion, you want to touch her but can barely keep yourself watching.

"But i saw..."

"I know dear, but it wasn't true." Erik interrupts, "Let's go back to the castle, I'll tell you everything. But breathe, okay, she's safe."

Wanda nods, and you feel her exhaustion invade your body immediately. The aurors of the order help your friends, and you watch Erik help Wanda walk to the fireplaces, and the realization that she is safe is enough for you to surrender to the darkness.

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You know something is different the moment you open your eyes.

Maybe the way all the sounds invade your ears at once, and you grumble, trying to figure out if you have a headache or just reject the sudden gain in consciousness.

There is no pain, though, you notice.

There is only softness and lightness.

You blink a few times, and understand that you are lying on a bed. Straightening up, you eventually identify the room. It is an infirmary, but it is not Hogwarts. You frown in confusion, and straighten to sit up.

It looks like a hospital room, and there are other beds a few meters away, but they are empty. You also notice the "get well soon" balloons and the gift wrappings and food baskets on top of the cabinet at the end of the bed.

When you notice the sleeping figure in the armchair next to you, you gasp in surprise.

"Wanda!" You call out with a mixture of shock and relief.

The girl opens her eyes sleepily and then widens them when she realizes that you are looking at her curiously, babbling about what had happened and if she was okay. All Wanda does is let out a tearful laugh and jump at you, her arms around your neck as she hugs you tightly.

"Hey, is everything okay?" You ask fearfully, letting your arms encircle her waist and pulling her into bed with you. Wanda buries her face in your neck, and you want to close your eyes to enjoy the feeling of having her so close, but you are too curious to know about everything. "Wanda?"

"Fuck I was so worried." She sighs against your skin before pulling away, and you frown, looking into her watery eyes. You reach out to caress her face and she smiles as she leans into your touch, one hand rising to yours on her cheek.

"What happened?" You ask and she shakes her head slightly.

"A lot." She says. "But everyone is fine. You...merlin...you're here."

Wanda rests her forehead against yours and you both close your eyes.

"Where else would I be?"

She doesn't answer, just presses your lips together in a sweet but firm kiss. You feel your whole body shiver all at once, and gasp in surprise.

Wanda pulls away with a sigh and hugs you again, and you decide to give yourself over to the feeling, inhaling her perfume as you bury your face in her hair and feel your whole body relax all at once.

"Finally!" Your brother's voice startles you slightly, but you don't have much time to absorb his sudden presence in the room, because soon all your friends are entering as well, and Wanda is breaking the embrace so that your brothers will hug you and then your friends.

As soon as you hug everyone, and receive pats on the shoulder and questions about how you are feeling from the adults, you intertwine your hand with Wanda, who remains sitting next to you on the bed. The feeling brings you an instant sense of safety.

"Can someone tell me how I got here now?" You ask just as Carol Danvers turns away from you and stands next to Erik and Fury, who are in the corner next to Mantis and Harley, all squeezed around your bed.

"What's the last thing you remember, YN?" It is Tony who asks and you frown.

"The room with Professor Harkness, I think." You say feeling your stomach turn. Wanda's touch tightens a little, and you appreciate the sensation. Many flashes pass through your mind at once, and you use your free hand to massage your forehead lightly. "I think I remember a spell... Professor!" You exclaim suddenly looking at Erik, remembering the schoolmistress's words. "Agatha, she was the one who planned everything... the ministry, the prophecy! She knew everything and...!"

"Calm down, miss Stark." The professor interrupts with a nod. "We already know about what happened in the dungeon."

"Oh, okay." You mumble clumsily. "H-how did I get out of there?"

Erik exchanges a look with Wanda before turning back to you.

"Your last memory, Miss Stark, what would it be? Do you only remember talking to Agatha?"

"If you call torture talking." You mumble clumsily, and Wanda squeezes your hand hard, making you bite your tongue. "Hey." You say to her, but she doesn't let go of the grip. She says nothing, and you sigh. "Yes, professor. I just remember being within the spell. And then I woke up here."

Erik clears his throat and you think this is the time he's going to ask everyone to leave, but he hasn't.

"Well, then we have to update you on some important things, miss." He says as he puts his hands in his pockets. "I believe Doctor McCoy would prefer to talk to you first however, and he is looking at this small crowd with a certain disapproval."

You frown at the phrase, but there is a man dressed in aqua green approaching the bed and beckoning your friends to stand back. It's the healer in charge, you read the little plaque with the name "Doctor Hank McCoy" on the coat as he asks everyone not to be so on top of you.

"Good morning, Miss Stark, it's very good to see you awake at last. How are you feeling?" He asks as you approach, you squeeze Wanda's hand as soon as she makes mention of getting up. She gets a slight flush on her cheeks, but ignores the doctor's gaze and continues sitting next to you. Hank realizing that the witch won't move away, decides to approach you from the other side of the bed, a metal stethoscope in position on his neck and hands.

"I'm fine." You say with a smile.

"Let's make sure you are." He says as he places the object against your chest. "Take a deep breath, please."

The check is quick, and a little awkward as everyone is looking at you. Doctor Hank grabs a wooden clipboard as soon as he's finished.

"You've recovered almost completely, that's impressive." He comments sounding pleased and you look at him curiously.

"Was I sick?"

Hank gives a little laugh and then frowns, realizing that you really were curious. He clears his throat.

"Are you experiencing memory loss?" He asks looking at you intently. You swallow dryly, pulling away slightly as you feel the blue orbs analyzing you so intently. "It's a common symptom for this type of magical occurrence, of course, though it's a more recurring one in patients who have experienced the cruciatus curse."

"Doctor?"

Hank straightens his body again, putting his hands in his pockets.

"What is your last memory of the ritual, miss?"

"Ritual?" You ask confused.

"The bonding ritual, Miss Stark." He clarifies. "Your family members explained to the team that you were in the custody of a dark witch and went through a level five rated magical binding ritual against your will."

"I..."

"Doctor McCoy, please." Erik interrupts with an embarrassed smile. "We haven't had a chance to talk to her about everything. Perhaps some less technical language."

"Oh, yes, of course." Hank agreed with a smile, and his posture became much friendlier. "What exactly do you remember, Miss?"

"Only to be caught in a spell doctor." You reply. "My professor, she used some runes on the walls and tried to keep me trapped. It was... quite unpleasant if you ask me." You recount feeling really uncomfortable. "I didn't really understand what happened."

"Don't worry, we know what happened." Hank says. "From a medical point of view at least." He jokes and Erik smiles, but you are too nervous to do so. "Sorry, but the room is too crowded. Why don't you all wait outside while I talk to Miss Stark?"

Your friends let out a disgruntled exclamation together, but Carol and Fury are already pushing everyone out.

"She can stay, right?" you ask quickly and Doctor Hank gives a chuckle.

"I wouldn't try to keep you and Miss Maximoff apart anymore in any manner at all." He comments and you look at him with confusion.

Erik also stays in the room, standing at the end of the bed. Wanda strokes your hand with her thumb as the doctor speaks again, and you want to pay attention to his words rather than her touch, but it is a difficult task.

Hank sits on the edge at the height of your knee.

"You have undergone a magical bonding ritual, Miss Stark." He begins. "More precisely, through a kind of spell to strengthen a magical bond that already exists in you. In this case, your bond with Miss Maximoff."

The doctor adjusts his glasses slightly as soon as you nod in understanding.

"That kind of spell is very dangerous by itself, Miss." He says. "But it is even more so when done without the consent of those involved."

Hank gropes his pockets and then takes out his own wand, extending it into the air with a smooth motion. You watch intently as two golden figures resembling two people appear in front of you.

He also draws a thread connecting them at chest height.

"What we know about natural protective magical bonds, Miss, is that they act as a string of energy between the bodies of the witches who are connected." He narrates as he signals the golden magical wave with his finger. "That string stretches, and bends, and can only be broken in three ways. With the length of the magic contract, the withdrawal of the spell, or the death of one of the witches. And in this third, if the witch to whom the link refers, dies before the other, the other will suffer the same fate, since the link remains intact."

"Doctor, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I already knew that information." You comment clumsily, but the adults don't seem annoyed, they just giggle. You are surprised to realize that you know Wanda thought it was funny even without looking at her.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I'm getting there." He hits back with a chuckle. Hank makes another motion with his wand, and this time, an energy rune appears between the figures in the center of the link, and you frown as you recognize the image.

"It looks like the one Professor Harkness drew on the floor." You comment.

"It's exactly the same." Hank says. "This is rune needed for the power release spell. Ancient magic, very powerful." He counters. "It was common for witches to use this kind of spell in the wild, before magic societies were fully formed, since no one learned how to grow their own power through study and practice. Other methods were used before the schools of magic existed."

"What did she do to me, doctor?" You ask fearfully, understanding where the conversation was going. Doctor Hank exchanged a look with Professor Erik.

"Well, Mrs. Harkness wanted to rush things, I believe." He says. "You see, magical connections are very unstable magics, Miss. Especially if done between living things." He adds and moves his wand again. The rune multiplies and lands on the chest of each of the figures. "The ritual that Agatha performed served to stimulate the full magical potency of your connection all at once."

"But what does that mean?"

"It means that after that night, she merged your magic and Miss Maximoff's magic as one." Hank clarified and you frowned, trying to understand exactly what that signified. Seeing your expression, Professor Erik cleared his throat and approached the side of the bed, close to Wanda.

"What will happen now, Miss Stark, will be the peak of a magical bond." He says with a worried look, and you look at him curiously. "You two will both present new powers, and you will need to learn how to control all of them."

You ran your fingers lightly through your hair, sighing.

"You still haven't told me how I ended up here." You grumbled slightly impatiently. The teacher hesitated, but then told you.

"Agatha underestimated the power of your bond with Wanda." He said and you were about to question what that meant when he spoke again. "The ritual served to potentiate the Scarlet Witch's magic, using your body as a bridge for contact, since through the connection between you, she was able to force Wanda's magic to evolve."

You looked at Wanda, but she was looking at your hands entwined together.

"Is everything okay with you?" You asked her immediately, and she raised her eyes to you. Nodding in agreement, she gave you a shy smile. You wished you were alone with her.

"Agatha wanted to use the bond just to stimulate Wanda's magic to its full potential, and she knew she could use your magical bond to do that." The professor then added. "But, I don't know if you remember, Miss Stark, as we talked about earlier in the year, there are limits to what the human body can handle. Just like you, Wanda didn't even come of age yet. Her magic simply wasn't ready."

"And that's when the magical bond between you two interrupted the spell." The doctor added and you widened your eyes slightly. He waved his wand so that the illusion of the figures shattered. "You see, Miss, you have a protective bond with Miss Maximoff. The minute the spell became strong enough to injure her, your magic merged with hers, and all was restrained. The ritual was immediately interrupted."

"You may not remember, but Agatha took you to the ministry." Erik said next and grimaced slightly. "Well, not exactly brought, but projected you. She was the one who set up the visions in Wanda's head so that she would see you wounded and fight Mephisto again. All the danger she was going through triggered the bond. And then she could project your consciousness to Wanda, giving her the power to face Mephisto in a duel."

"I don't remember that." You mutter, scratching the back of your neck lightly.

"Don't worry." Hank adds. "It was a very intensive magical exhaustion, I'm sure your memories will gradually come back. If not, Miss Maximoff can help you." He jokes and you frown in confusion, but the doctor is already getting up. "Well, I need to check on other patients, I'll come visit you later. Try to eat something before I get back, okay? You should still be here for a few days, until we're sure you're fully recovered."

You thanked the doctor before he left. Erik cleared his throat.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"Many sir." You say making him laugh lightly. But then you sigh. "But I wanted to stay with Wanda for a while."

Erik nods in understanding, and exchanges a look with his daughter before turning to leave.

You straighten to lie down and look at Wanda and she mimics your movement, but looks up at the ceiling.

"Wanda?" You call out and wait for her to turn her face toward you. A sense of lightness and assurance immediately invades your chest at having the green orbs stare at you. "How do you feel?"

She gives you a short smile, and straightens up to turn her whole body toward you. It's uncomfortable to hold your hands like this, so she lets go, but raises her fingers to your face, tracing your features.

"I feel different." She confesses. Every touch of her fingers is warm and comforting. "What about you?"

"Different too." You reply, resisting the urge to close your eyes. "But a good different."

Wanda smiles, shaking her head in agreement. You are silent for a moment, Wanda using her thumb to caress your cheek tenderly, and you let your gaze on her mouth.

"Why were you almost crying when I woke up?" You ask next, and her body tenses before she sighs. You look into her eyes, waiting.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you." She mumbles and you shake your head, bringing your faces closer together. Wanda sighs and brings her hand to the back of your neck as you press your foreheads together. "I can't talk about it."

"Show me then." You ask and she closes her eyes just before you close yours.

The visions hit you in the next second.

You see the false memories Agatha implanted in her, they were images of you being tortured in the ministry, your screams echoing among the corridors. You feel Wanda's desperation, her helplessness, the way her heart squeezed and the despair at every door she opened in the ministry and could not find you.

You gasp when you see the duel with Mephisto again, feeling your own touch in Wanda's magic, the way she had never felt so powerful, every cell vibrating.

A surprised sigh escapes when you see Wanda being carried back to the castle, as she feels her whole body tired but cannot close her eyes without hearing from you. You feel her tears when Professor Erik lets her see the state of the dungeon where Agatha imprisoned you, and the yearning when she sees your blood on the chains and on the floor.

The anger when her father tries to send her to sleep, and she insists on going to the hospital with your family, and the way her body shakes when she sees you on a stretcher unconscious.

Your own image scares you. The deep wounds on your wrists and ankles, made by the iron chains you have broken. The rune cut on your forehead, bright and red, and the blood that dripped down your nose, ears and mouth.

You feel the way Pietro's tight embrace, or his words of affirmation, assuring her that the healers will heal you, helps Wanda relax, but you also see how it's not enough. How all Wanda needs is for you to be at her side.

The feeling of fear and insecurity that lingers in Wanda's chest during the days she lies beside you in bed, waiting for you to wake up. Unsuccessful in sensing your thoughts even when she tries to sneak up on you during the nurses' shift change.

And then the sense of relief when seeing you open your eyes.

You gasp out the memories, feeling yours and Wanda's tears too.

"Oh, my love, I'm so sorry." You ask in a hoarse voice. "I should have woken up sooner."

Wanda lets out a tearful laugh, shaking her head.

"It's okay." She assures. "I'm just glad you did."

You smile, bringing your fingers together to take a strand of hair from Wanda's eyes and place it behind her ears.

"I will always be by your side, Wanda." You say. "I promise."

Wanda sighs, opening her eyes again. You use your thumb to wipe away the tears that have trickled down her face.

There is a moment of silence, and then your heart soars at her words.

"I know about the prophecy."

You look away before looking at her again.

"I'm sorry." You say. "I should have told you."

"Yes, you should have." She retorts seriously, but she doesn't sound angry. "But it's over now. And now everyone knows."

You widen your eyes, and probably sensing the way you've grown anxious, Wanda firms the touch of her hand on the side on your neck, murmuring lightly.

"Don't worry, eventually everyone would find out." She says and you swallow dryly.

"H-how did they know?"

"That's why Mephisto was in the Ministry." She explains. "He was looking for the prophecy in the mystery department. Steve found it first."

You swallowed dryly and Wanda continued to tell.

"I think he hesitated to tell Tony for a moment." She says. "But then he did. And then everyone knew. My father told the order as soon as you were admitted."

"How did Tony take it?" you asked fearfully and Wanda sighed.

"Better than I did if you ask me." She grumbled and you smiled shyly. "He only calmed down when they poured some potion for him. And well, I broke Dad's nose so it didn't really go down too well."

"Wow, you did what?" you ask in surprise, and Wanda grumbles, tucking her head into her pillow. You giggle, digging into her hair with your fingers. "I want to see that one."

Wanda chuckles against the cotton before looking back at you. She shows you the memory next. Everyone around the St.Mungus waiting room when Steve arrives accompanied by Erik and he tells everyone the truth. You see Tony squirming and being calmed down by two nurses, and you can feel Wanda's irritation and indignation as she looks at the "I was doing the right thing" expression her father has on his face. And how the feeling explodes in her chest when he comes to say he was trying to keep her safe and she just punches him in the face.

You gasp out of the memory with an impressed laugh, moving from the image of Erik with a bloody nose to Wanda with flushed cheeks, impacted by the way your laughter makes her heart soar.

"I can't believe you punched your father in the face." You tease with amusement and Wanda laughs lightly, reaching out to rest her arm on your waist. Her hand caresses your back gently.

"If he hadn't kept us apart none of this would have happened." She mumbles bitterly and you sigh.

"He thought he was helping." You retort but Wanda just hums. You let out an exclamation next as you remember something. "Wanda, you didn't tell me you were having nightmares! Are they still happening?"

Wanda sighs, denying with her head.

"No, not since the ministry." She says. "Papa hasn't figured out what they are, and now we can't count on Professor Harkness to help us find out. But since I fought Mephisto at the ministry, they've stopped."

"Why didn't you tell me about them?"

"Because they were about you." She retorts as if it's obvious. "I didn't want to worry you anymore. Not when all I do is cause you problems."

The confession catches you completely off guard. And Wanda's guilty tone breaks your heart. She is looking down at the sheet and you let out an incredulous laugh.

"That's so very far from the truth, my dear." You say as you catch her chin between your fingers, and make her look at you gently. "You have no idea how good you do me, do you Wanda?"

"I..."

"It' s okay, now I can show you." You interrupt with a shy smile, bringing your lips together in a gentle kiss.

Everything feels more intense now. It's a simple touch, but it warms your whole body. You leave your fingers at the nape of her neck as you slide your tongue against hers, and you both sigh with the touch.

It feels so good to kiss Wanda, it warms your whole body from head to toe, but remembering that you are in a hospital bed, just as a familiar warmth begins to form at the tip of your stomach when Wanda's hand squeezes the fabric of your shirt and her tongue moves against yours slowly, you sigh as you break the kiss.

You smile at the image of Wanda's swollen lips and ajar, dark eyes.

"Why did you stop?" she asks breathlessly, her voice husky. You raise your eyebrows in amusement.

"Baby, our families and friends are in the next room." You clarify and Wanda mumbles, coming closer to rest her forehead on yours. Her hand squeezed the fabric before adorning your t-shirt, her fingers on your skin making you shiver slightly. "Behave."

Wanda giggles mischievously, pecking your lips before moving away. You feel your body relax completely as you gaze into her emerald eyes, but the moment is broken when your friends are back in the room.

Ignoring the hissing and the giggles, you tuck yourself into bed so that Wanda can snuggle up next to you.

Things are going to be different now, you know. But something tells you that as long as you have Wanda's hand in yours, you'll be fine.

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bolontiku · 3 years

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"Charity"

Quick Fic

Characters: Syverson x reader

Posted: may 28th

A/N: sooo hah, pretty sure this will be my last Syvs fic thank you for everyone that has read these and given my little fics so much love

WARNINGS: belittling talk, jealousy, cursing, sex, No UNDER 18 other things...

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

Your mother did it once a year, charity and what not. Yes. You came from money but your father had been the one to raise you, dragging you out to the stud farms, showing you how to rope cattle, he had laughed when you had chased down an armadillo.

But your mother…

She was an entirely different entity.

She was made to be the center of attention.

Of course, right now your attention was solely on the man that had dressed up and accompanied you. Sy had one thick arm propped up on the bar, drink in his hand and his blue eyes followed you throughout the room.

"You sure you up for this?" He had asked, catching your face in his hands.

You pressed a kiss to his wrist and nodded, "if I don't show face for at least three hours she will lose her shit."

Sy looked at his watch, you looked fine now. He had voiced his concern that you had been working too much, especially when you began to get sick. You waved him off, assuring him that you were fine, sniffling softly with a weak smile, before running to the bathroom.

You hated that he came in to hold your hair back, but he grunted and carefully gathered your hair in his hand before rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You took his breath away. He had been in and out of the room, dressing alongside you, you had told him over and over he didn't need to go, but he knew you hated these things and if he could stand tour for years he could get on for a few hours.

Then you came down the stairs and he felt his heart clench, you had done your hair up, but it tumbled slightly over your shoulder. You were talking, not even paying attention as you struggled to clip on that bracelet your mother had gifted you and he couldn't focus when you stopped in front of him and he caught the scent of your perfume.

"Goddamn beautiful doesn't even do you justice."

You startled. Eyes wide as you looked up at him and there it was, that slow smile that made his knees weak, a little extra color on your cheeks as you held your hands out to him. Sy clipped the bracelet on carefully and grinned in satisfaction as you ran your hands over his chest.

"You clean up good Syverson."

He dipped his head, lips seeking your hungrily, he felt you shiver in his arms, hands slipping down your back to land on your hips. "Mmm, only for you darlin'."

He watched as you talked to this woman and that man. Eyes keeping track of who touched you.

"She is glowing."

Sy looked over to see your mother standing at his elbow and sighed offering a nod.

"That man there is the son of the CEO of the bank of Texas. You know Y/N and he practically grew up together?"

Sy had already seen you beam a grin at the dark haired man, letting him hug you. He had seen the way you had pulled back only to be tugged back in and held for a minute longer. He offered your mother a grunt, thinking of the way you looked barefoot in the backyard, dancing in the sun, the strap of your dress off your pretty little shoulder...

"You see… Sy, I understand that you and my daughter are living together for now. And while she thinks she is happy with you this is the world she belongs in." She paused, peeking up at him, "my daughter deserves the best and I wonder if this is something you can offer? You work… with ranch hands?"

"Excuse me," he didn't even offer to look at her as he pushed away from the bar and started through the crowd.

The best?

Could he offer you better?

You deserved the world kneeling in front of you.

That he was certain of.

The best...

It was like a shift in the air, you couldn't rightly explain it, it was as if your body kept track of him when your mind was distracted.

You could be completely focused on something else, but the moment he moved you knew, your soul knew.

Sy.

Sy was your everything.

He breathed and you exhaled, his heartbeat was yours. It had been since you two had met. That damned grin of his, the way his blue eyes lit up as you entered the room, the way they darkened as he sank into you. The way he still got a little nervous.

His hand wrapped around your wrist and your heart calmed. His beard was rough on the skin of your shoulder as he dropped a kiss to it. Your smile became genuine as you stared at your old friend who looked over your shoulder. You sank into his solid frame, his other hand landing on your hip, a quick firm squeeze tugging you back into him and you looked away.

You wanted him.

"Darlin'?"

You coughed softly, "mm, Bentley, this is my Syverson, Sy this is an old friend. Bentley and I grew up together."

The man smiled appreciatively at Sy, nodding at him, "so this is your Syverson. I have to say, I never knew who she would end up with but you are not what I had in mind!" He chuckled, turning around and waving.

Sy felt his blood boil, grip tightening on your hip, you turned your face up into his neck, lips pressing into his skin and cooling the anger. Still, he kept your wrist shackled in his grip, you didn't make to pull away

"Your Syverson to my Gregory-" Bentley hummed, pulling a blond man into his side who wore a bashful look.

"Bentley!"

You felt Sy tense, then his lips brushed your ear and you tried your damndest to keep from shivering, though you knew Bentley caught it.

"While it was nice to meet y'all, I came to steal Y/N away for a moment."

There were a few clucks, and you offered quick promises to be back, then you were being dragged behind Sy through the crowd.

"Sy? What is the matter?" You asked as he sucked his teeth and looked around.

You almost tripped as he led you through a wide entry way and into quieter rooms. Pulling you along and into the first bathroom he found, ignoring the way others chuckled behind their hands as he shut and locked the door. You jumped as he tugged your dress up and around your hips, pushing you into the counter, you caught hold of it as he unbuckled his belt and then your panties were tugged to the side as he buried himself in you. You huffed, full with his cock, whimpering as he pulled out till only the big head of his cock nudged at your entrance and he was thrusting into you. One hand planted against the mirror loudly as you attempted to keep quiet, Sy's big hand pushing the top of your dress aside to cup your breast as he drove into you, teeth seeking your skin as you pushed back into him.

Sy growled low in your ear, free hand reaching around your waist to pull you back into his thrusts before it disappeared between your legs and you were gasping as he tortured your clit, fucking you hard and fast. "Fucking… god damn Y/N" he groaned low in his throat as he felt you tighten around him, "atta girl, cum on my dick.. Let me feel ya darlin', yeah.. Just like that baby girl."

You clamped a hand over your mouth as his fingers slid down your soaked folds, Sy pressing into you desperately and you came, knees weakening as he pumped into you, bending you over the counter as he came buried deep inside you.

"Sy??"

"I-" he pressed his lips to your neck, hips lazily moving back and forth, "can't lose you…"

You frowned, "who said-?"

Sy glanced up, staring at your reflection and you could feel him hardening inside you, "I can't give you fine things-" he dipped his head, pressing his face to the juncture of your neck, while he wrapped thick fingers around it.

You fumed, "Imma have a word with my mama!"

"Later-" he hummed, thumb swirling over your pulse and he rocked his hips into yours.

"Sy!" You pressed back into him, taking him deeper as he languidly filled you, thick cock stretching you full and nudging against your sweet spot making you gasp.

"Can do this to you, forever, over and over," you bit into your bottom lip as his grip on your throat tightened. You saw him lean back, knowing he watched as he sank into you only made you clench down on him more, his eyes closing and he murmured a curse.

He wasn't one to get jealous or possessive. He knew better. If you didn't want him anymore you would just say. But seeing that man touch you, and what a fool he was too think- he drove in a little deeper enjoying the way you felt around his chick, the way he had you on your tippy toes in those little heels, dress fucked from his rough handling.

He pressed his chest to your back, enjoying the way it allowed him to drive up into you, deeper as you leant into his hand, face flushed as he nipped and bit into the soft skin of your neck.

"You gonna let me fuck you till we're old and grey?" He asked driving into you.

You giggled, "you still gonna want me when I am wrinkly Syverson?" You asked in return a little breathless.

"Goddamn better believe it!" There was something about you using his full last name that drove him a little wild.

He was pushing you into your second orgasm. Every touch of his lips sent electricity coursing through you, thick digits adding little flickering flames to bursting through your veins.

"Sy?" You turned your head to press a kiss to the corner of his month. He hummed, "will you fucking cum inside of me already?"

"Yes ma'am," he grinned, hips driving into yours.

Once you escaped the bathroom, put yourself together after a thorough fucking. You dragged Sy out and forced him to meet several men you knew and remembered fondly. Men that had given you tips growing up. Ones that taught you what to do if your truck made a grinding noise, men that had laughed and cheered when you did your first oil change, men that taught you to throw a punch.

Sy liked them. Old men. Ones he could get along with, ones that clapped him on the back, squeezed his shoulder. Warned him.about hurting you, cause you were dangerous, then they would come after you had had your fill. They laughed loudly, guffawing a little louder at the disapproving looks from their wives.

"I'm not just money Syverson."

He grunted in response. He knew that. He fell in love with the girl that threw back tequila like nobody's business, the girl that sang too loudly, the one that got up in the middle of the night when her friend called scared and pulled out her shotgun.

He had fallen devastatingly hard.

He didn't like being in the center of attention but then you tugged him along with that soft smile of yours. The one he couldn't deny and you stood till the chatter quietened and people turned their attention to you. Sy by your side.

Your mother stared at you for a moment.

You ignored her pointed look, smiling as you held Sy's hand firmly in yours. You were gonna deal with her right here and now. "I know this charity was started by my father, taken over by my mother, but many of you who are here have actually watched me rope my first calf when I was eight, I know y'all remember the first time I was bucked off my horse."

There were a few scattered chuckles, you recognized several faces in the crowd, taking courage from their old weathered smiles, "and while I should have discussed this with my better half first- I need to make this announcement here and now."

Sy stepped closer, brows furrowing a little as you met your mothers gaze.

Not only were you your fathers daughter, but you had learned from the best to be the best. And she had just pushed your buttons a little too much tonight. "Because," you continued looking at a few of the men that had a hand in helping raise you wild like, "because Imma need y'all to help raise my own little wild one when they arrive."

It took a moment.

You knew what his reaction would be, but it took a moment for the words to sink in as the crowd cheered, clapping and the men you knew looking misty eyed before thick arms wrapped around you and you were swept off your feet. You laughed into the kiss that was pressed to your lips, Sy setting you down very suddenly.

"I am not gonna break!" You giggled as he stared at you incredulously.

"God damn woman!" He uttered breathlessly, shaking his head at you.

You couldn't help laughing, hands cupping his face as he carefully caught your waist in his hands. You dragged him down, pressing a kiss to his cheek before whispering into his ear, "all sweet and gentle now after fucking me so hard in the bathroom?"

A little growl rumbled in your ear, but the words that left him were soft and a little strangled, "god damn woman."

#charity #syverson #captain syverson #reader

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chiwhorei · 3 years

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habit

pairing: s. tendou x catholic fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 1.2k

warnings: drug use (pot), dubcon, sacrilege- this is a total fuck you to my catholic upbringing and i’m so sorry (no i’m not)

a/n: there’s no beta on this, also absolutely no explanation other than i’ve been stuck in a rut of writers block and am tying desperately to crawl back out. This is part of HQHQ’s monthly server collab, you can check out all of the other amazing pieces here! this is dedicated to the love of my life and fellow deeply repressed catholic @undermattsun

hymn: dirty little secret by: all american rejects

The weeks bleed by with practiced pattern, school work, bible study. Rinse and repeat. Sundays are for 10 AM mass at Our Lady of the Sacred Heart, the church you have knelt in for two decades. You take communion and sing hymns squished in between your parents.

If it’s the first Sunday of the month, you have stale donuts after and make small talk with fellow congregants. Every other week you are shuffled to a stiff brunch where your parents fuss over Father’s homily. You always remember to listen just enough during mass to posit something vague so they know you had been paying attention.

Wednesday evenings are ear-marked for youth group with the other young, spritely Catholics of your university. Two hours of acoustic guitars and promises to your Lord and Savior ring in your battered ears as you bid goodbyes to your friends. While the rest of your youth group heads to the cafe a few blocks away, you head for the opposite direction. The designated laundromat parking lot comes in to view only a five minute walk from the church, and a beat up mustang is outlined in the retreating sunset.

As you climb into the passenger seat a long, bandaged set of fingers turn your face, Tendou does a once over, patting your cheek and pulling a cigarette from behind his ear, the mess of red hair gleaming in the low light still hanging on the horizon. He revs the car to life, rattling abjectly as he pulls out onto the street and towards his apartment.

“So, does your immortal soul feel all nice and clean again, princess?”

Sundays are for mass, Wednesday evenings are for youth group. Wednesday nights are for the heady fog of pot and choking back sobs whilst brutally pounded by Tendou Satori.

“Satori, s-slow down. If you give me a hickey my parents are going to kill me.” You huff from your position on his lap, both knees digging into the decades old shag on either side of his thighs, you feel a damp spot on your shin. Probably bong water.

His mouth was on you the second he unlocked his front door, pushing you inside unceremoniously and laughing as you stumbled. Always the gentleman.

You had made it to the living room floor in a trail of your own clothing, leaving you in only a pair of cotton panties, the apartment was dimly lit and dense with smoke. You always wonder how he can get away with his whole apartment covered inch deep in the skunky smell, but his complex doesn't really seem one to check up on the occupants anyway.

Tendou licks a long stripe over your collarbone, blowing back along the same path to watch you shiver, “C’mon princess, doesn’t having a stick up your ass all the time get exhausting?”

You roll your eyes at the comment, knowing he likes it when he can rile you up. Instead of gracing him with a retort, your fingers move to the blunt carded in between two fingers. Tendou lets out a disapproving tsk, bringing it to his own lips instead. His other hand comes to rest under your jaw as he pulls from the blunt. Tendou brings a calloused finger up to pop open your lips. You lean in dutifully, letting the smoke pass from his mouth to yours in an almost kiss. You cough slightly when you inhale, still not totally used to the burning feeling.

“Such a precious little thing you are, y/n. Your father must be so proud,” Tendou takes another drag, inhaling fulling and blowing the smoke into your scrunched up face, “I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were with me right now.”

You’re hot in the cheeks now, feeling every bit feather-light and obnoxiously weighed down.

“What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.” Your response is weak, blood turning to syrup in your veins as the minutes pass by. Sixty seconds come in the slowest intervals known to man but rush forward just the same.

Your back is flush against the nasty carpet in the next instant, dragging uncomfortably against the stains of God-knows-what. Tendou’s supply is always too strong for someone so inexperienced, it makes you much more compliant when he gets you under him. You try to push yourself up to regain any control you can, but your wrists are trapped in one large hand. He looks over your form, flushed and panting. The lines are blurring in your head, as they always seem to do when trapped within Tendou’s orbit.

“What he doesn’t know is sending you straight to hell.”

You’re both deftly aware of what this arrangement is. There’s no love in the closing space between your two bodies. This isn’t the beginning of a sacrament with a pretty white veil and the pointed roof of a cathedral. This is nothing more than a baptism of writhing, sweaty bodies coming together in only the way a husband and wife should. Tendou is your most perverse habit.

“Oh, this is new.” Your captor notices the shiny silver around your ring finger, the band still fresh against your skin. Your father had slid the velvet box across the dinner table on your birthday last week. His words fall heavy on your shoulder still.

A reminder to maintain virtuous. A promise to your future husband.

Any attempt to speak is quelled by the feeling of Tendou’s lips wrapped around your finger. You feel his teeth scraping against your skin, pulling off the gifted silver with a pop from his sinful lips. His eyes hold you down captive, scanning your reaction from where you lie dizzy below him.

The ring peeks out from its home in between Tendou’s teeth, a devious smile pulls on the corners of his lips. He hums softly, head dipping back down to the hot skin of your neck to trace patterns against the collecting sweat. You feel it against you, the cold metal a constant reminder of just how wrong this is. However wrong though, in your lust and drug clouded haze, it’s ten times hotter.

Tendou hears your soft mewls below him, begging for his next move. Hands find your hips, pushing into the skin with wandering hands. His mouth is trailing lower, tracing around the curve of your breast and flicking your nipple with a growl. The teasing is enough to make you crazy, you just want him to do something.

Tendou chuckles darkly above you, and you realize you had voiced your desires in a whine instead of where you thought they had died in your throat. His lips hover over your own, pressing the ring past your lips to sit in between your teeth. He draws back with a sickening smile.

“Good girl, now keep that there while I fuck your little pussy. You can save your prayers for church on Sunday.”

Tendou is a hard habit to kick, especially with the unceremonious removal of your slick-covered panties and the way he prods at your aching hole with little regard to wether you’re ready for him or not. You always squeeze down on him so well when you’re high, begging for him in strings of tears and muffled pleas around the sickening symbol of chastity. You squeal when he presses into you, cock hard and heavy. He’s never gentle. This isn’t the marital bed you’d always been taught to wait for, it’s the grimy, stained carpet of the worst man you’ve ever met.

If your parents ever found out about your little habit, you’d be dragged to the nearest convent and given a new one.

#tendou x reader #tendou satori smut #tendou smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #tw dubcon #tw drugs

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oingo233 · 3 years

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You Are Beautiful (1)

Summary: Sirius Black was entranced since the moment he saw you. He had to have you but you are convinced his feelings are fleeting, and will only hurt you. People inside and outside of your relationship meddle in the makings of something that could be beautiful... or disastrous. Will love and confidence win? Or will doubt and uncertainty tear you both down?

Young Sirius Black x Pus SizedFemReader

Warning: one inappropriate joke lol, fluff I suppose and nothing else really. All the real stuff comes later :0

Authors note: I mostly write my xreader fics as neutral but as this is a request, I wrote this as fem. But if anyone would like a male version or neutral version let me know and I will copy this but obviously change readers gender (and it's no burden to me I'd love to make more readers feel included and represented). Also reader is plus sized and she is confident and strong throughout the fic -because plus sized characters aren't represented like that in film/books alot (but if looking for amazing and empowering plus sized female characters Nina Zenik from Six of Crows owns my entire heart and changed how I saw myself personally and I would recommend that book for anyone really)- but as any human she has her insecurities because beauty standards are unattainable and have a way excluding so many people and making us feel less than beautiful. As a plus sized/overweight person myself, I understand how we have to fight to feel beautiful and fight this internalized bias we have when we look in the mirror. But WE ARE BEAUTIFUL. WE ARE WORTHY OF MAGAZINGE COVERS AND COMPLIMENTS AND ABOVE ALL SELF LOVE!! The self insert character in this has fought for her confidence, but it will shake and stumble throughout the series and Sirius and friends are there for her to help her realize for herself how beautiful she truly is, once again. So I hope I didn't stray too far from the request :) Enjoy....

Word Count: 1.8

Authors Note: About halfway through I decided to make it a series oops-

****Blabbering Idiot****

Sirius Black is a man of many, many words. In fact, I'm sure if he was writing this he could quickly turn it into one of the most entertaining novels ever written. He'd describe the laughter of his friends for a whole page. Tell a hilarious joke on the next. Then he'd describe the wind blowing through the open halls and courtyard and the spring sun. He could write about a great many things in great detail. (But he wouldn't because he doesn't quite enjoy writing as much as he does anything else, but that's above the point.)

As I said, Sirius Black is a man of many words. So it was such a curious thing when he first saw you. It was an astounding thing really, because for the first time he found something that rendered him completely speechless.

The sun was peeking through the open corridor and pooled onto you, caressing your skin and hair in an ethereal glow. Highlighting curves that brought both sinful and sweet thoughts running through him. It was as if the universe was telling him, look at what we've created, look at this beautiful creature. But he could hardly believe that this world could create something so lovely and kind. You threw your head back in laughter at something your friend said and suddenly the world is back to normal and all he can hear is your laughter and the sound of his friends curiosity at what could have possibly kept him from the conversation about muggle rock compared to Wizard bands. In fact, James was so passionate about it half the hall turned to listen to his rendition of The Chain by Fleetwood Mac.

But he didn't care, he took a feeble step towards you and suddenly felt so nervous his hands began to sweat. He stuttered and coughed up his words just for a simple "hello" in your direction only for the wind blowing through the halls to carry it away. And his friends laughed at him as he watched you walk too far from where he wanted you. Because, oh did he want you.

Sirus POV:

"I'm telling you, I won't be able to sleep tonight unless I know who she is," Sirius says for not the first time that evening. James started to laugh.

"Why? Because you'll be too busy thinking of her?" James said, laughing as he made a very suggestive hand motion. Peter cackled and Remus rolled his eyes, trying to find the cleaner side of his humor but instead he couldn't help but snort. Sirius pushed James's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm sure Lily would love to know how familiar with that feeling you are," Sirius says and James stopped laughing immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Please, you wouldn't dare. And I will deny all accusations, you'll be made out to be a liar. Then the mystery girl will never love you. Is that what you want, Pads?" James joked with a single arch of his brow. Sirius just rolled his eyes. He was only half paying attention, he has been scouring the hallways since he first saw that girl. He wanted to speak to her again, or maybe just stare for a bit. If things went well, he'd be able to do both those things on a date. But he hasn't seen her since that morning and his heart felt oddly shallow. He wanted those butterflies he had when looking at her to come back and overwhelm him again.

"What'll it matter if I don't even know who she is? Or- or if I can't talk to her? No one falls in love with a blabbering idiot," Sirius says. Remus shrugs.

"Lily fell in love with James," he says, Peter laughed again.

"Yeah, regardless of what he does at night," Peter added and now both James and Sirius were rolling their eyes. James and Lily just recently stopped denying their feelings for one another and gave into the sexual tension and mutual pining. Their relationship was still fairly new but they act as if they've been together for years. Sirius supposed that in a way, they have been.

Sirius would watch them giggling, hand and hand in the hall. He'd see them cuddling in the common room, or coming back after dates with rosy cheeks and beaming smiles. Sirius would never admit it out loud, but his heart cried out when he saw them like that. He rarely ever felt lonely. He could have any girl or boy he wanted if he really tried, but for what? One fun night? Only for one more morning where he wakes up alone? He wanted more than that whenever he saw Lily and James, their happiness was palpable. Their love was suffocating.

Sirius always thought he'd find the one after Hogwarts, if at all. But when he saw her... well that changed everything. In a flash he saw himself with her, their hands intertwined and her head thrown back in laughter. Rosy cheeks and bruised lips. Warm beds and making love... being in love. He nearly felt silly after and yet, he knew that even if he did sleep tonight, it would be her he'd dream of.

"Ello' guys!" Lily said, bouncing up to James who kissed her cheek. They walked with their arms looped and Sirius glared at the easy sign of affection. He thought of his parents, how they would be stiff with one another except for in quiet moments, when he'd pass through a hall and glance into their room. He'd spot a quick kiss on the cheek, and soft squeeze of the hand. It were those odd moments for him, that struck him so strongly with a sharp bitterness. They don't deserve softness and love, he'd think, how can such cruel creatures even feel such things? But even then, he'd walk away seeing them as still awful creatures born from the depths of hell, but more human.

"That's her," Sirius whispered so quietly Remus almost didn't hear it. In fact, Sirius didn’t think Remus heard it at all, but it was rather his look of longing towards the Great Hall entrance that gave him away. Because standing right there, was you.

Your hair was a little wind blown, messy around your face, bits of iit shaped your round cheeks and soft eyes. Sirius eyed you up and down and cursed clothes and cursed shyness and cursed his own head for thinking he could even talk to you. But most of all, he cursed a group of boys who walked past you.

Sirius was a confident boy, he knew how to spot someone who held their head up just as high as he did, and you were very much one of those people. You were giggling as you stole a biscuit from a friend and popped it into your mouth, you covered your mouth as you laughed when they complained with a little smile of their own.

"It's just so yummy, and I haven't eaten since breakfast." He heard you say, your friend just shook his head and handed you a plate as you sat down next to him. But right before you could get comfortable a sneering group of boys stole a piece of food from your hand and said something rather rude.

Sirius didn't even realize he had been walking towards you, this girl he has never even spoken too, yet thought of so endearingly, until he was standing right before the boys and had the pack leaders wrist firmly in his grip.

"Drop it boy, c'mon, drop it," he teased. It was humiliating for the boy and he knew it by the laughing and sneering others directed towards the group of boys, but Sirius did not care. The boy dropped the biscuit and looked as if his tail was tucked into his legs. "Good boy," he said, ruffling his hair until it was a knotted mess, the boy winced at just how hard Sirius dug his knuckles into his scalp, Sirius relented with a satisfied smirk.

Sirius’s voice took on a much harsher tone, "Now scram." The boys were out of their seats and in new ones within seconds.

Sirius felt his mood shift completely once they left, because now all eyes were on him, yours included. He looked up at you rather shyly, his hair falling in strands over his forehead. He tucked it behind his ear and found some confidence in the way your eyes followed the movement and how you blushed. He gave you his best smile, hoping his charm wasn't as weak as his legs felt at that moment.

"Hello, I'm Sirius... Sirius Black." Then, like an idiot he put his hand out for you to shake, what charmer just shakes the ladies hand? He stopped belittling himself the moment you softly placed your hand in his.

"It's nice to meet you, Sirius, and thanks for helping me. I know how to handle those filthy 'dogs'" you said, smiling as you remembered the way he spoke to them, he chuckled. "But I suppose it's nice not always having to," you finished with a bright smile on your face. He felt his own cheeks heat up and he nodded but could not think of anything better to say.

"Name," he said, you raised your brows. He cleared his throat, "your name?"

"Oh, how rude of me," you said and then you laughed, that same laugh that caught his attention and has yet to let go. "I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)."

"Nice to meet you," he said, it was as if he couldn't feel the appalled stares of your friends because all he could see was the blush on your cheeks and your head thrown back in laughter. He swallowed thickly before making his way back to his friends. They all wore raised brows and smirks, and he knew they were about to bite into him.

"Treating them like dogs, really? A bit ironic don't you think," Lily said, James shrugged

"That's why it was so good," he said, high fiving Sirius.

"But it admittedly went downhill from there," Peter was sure to add, just like Sirius knew one of them would. Sirius just laughed, too elated to finally know who you were.

"Don't start," he said, but it was too late.

All in union they sputtered out the lame word that will plague Sirius' memory of that moment forever, "Name?"

They cackled at him and ruffled his hair all the way to their seats, but Sirius knew they were pleased for him. And Sirius didn't mind, he could feel the pretty eyes of a pretty girl following him across the room. If only someone told him how important she would become to him, maybe he would have looked back at her and never looked away.

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