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Secret Smokes (Part 12)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 3190

A/N: Thank you to everyone who's still reading and leaving lovely comments every time, you are literally my motivation and fuel to keep posting I truly love you all

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Remus's office had become your private safe space, you would go there as often as possible without raising suspicions that you weren't in your dorm. You wouldn't sleep there most night but you would sit and listen to music, chat and cuddle before reluctantly walking back to sleep in your own bed. It felt like everything was moving fast but at the same time the only thing that had changed since before Christmas was now you were allowed to cuddle, kiss and speak honestly about how you feel.

Lessons were interesting as you and Remus tried your hardest to avoid suspicions but sometimes you would get lost in each others eyes especially the days after you had just slept together and woken up next to each other. Your tutoring lessons became a lot more flirty as it was just the two of you, Remus started locking the door during them just in case. You still learnt a lot but he would often kiss your neck as he stood behind you helping to guide your hand to preform a spell correctly.

While approaching the first full moon of the year you noticed Remus became more possessive over you. It showed up in small things like telling off Sebastian when he got too touchy in Remus's classes, but he also became more protective, he would walk you back to your dorm at night just in case and he would make you tea and make sure you ate properly. It was as if Remus's emotions were dialled up. Sometime he would bite you when he kissed you, this would become a lot more common closer to the full moon, he would constantly express how he craved you in the days leading up to the full moon. He was less angsty which lead you to believe he was angsty with you because he was frustrated before over all the emotions he had felt in regards to you. The evening of the full moon you were sitting in his office with him, his body was aching and he was sitting on the sofa in pain as you made him a cup of tea with wolfbane inside to help dull it's bitter taste. You bought it over to him stroking his hair lightly. "Here drink this, the wolfbane is inside."

"I'm so lucky to have you." He said gently through the pain. You could tell he appreciated you taking care of him but also wished he didn't need to be taken care of. "I should probably head to the shrieking shack soon." He said looking at his watch.

"I can walk with you." You offered and he gave you a gentle smile.

"No dear, I don't want you anywhere near that place, besides Sirius will probably be there soon so I'll be in safe hands." He stood up masking the pain with a straight face and went to change into clothes that can get destroyed just in case. You walked with him up to the edge of the castle you couldn't kiss him goodbye as it was too risky so you simply opted for a wave as he gave you a longing look and wave back. You couldn't sleep all night, you just thought about Remus's pain. You could hear howls every so often throughout the night which made you feel somehow comfortable as you knew he was close and he was okay. The next day at lunchtime you went to visit his office to check on him. He slowly opened the door leaning most of his weight on his cane and his face changed from profesional to a look of shock and love as soon as he noticed you. "I bought you some chocolate cake from lunch." You said lifting up the small brown bag in your hand. He opened the door wider letting you in and slowly walked over to his desk, sitting down slowly as his body ached with every move. You noticed he was wearing pyjama trousers and a jumper that was more tattered than his usual choices.

"I really appreciate you thinking of me Y/N, but you didn't have to do this for me." He said ripping open the bag to use it as a plate for the cake. "Would you like some?" He offered to you and you shook your head.

"How was the transformation?" You asked as he picked at the cake.

"I don't remember much of it to be honest, I rarely do, I know I didn't get as scratched up this time, but my muscles ache a lot which usually means I moved around a lot."

"Does your human physique affect your wolf physique?" You asked also picking at his cake.

"I never thought about it that way, I think the muscles are linked in some way, no one really studies us." He admitted with a sad face.

"How's the pain?"

"My energy levels are extremely low, currently my bones and muscles ache so I've been simply reading my book in bed and catching up on sleep."

"Sorry for making you leave your bed,"

"Darling it's my pleasure to spend time with you thank you for remembering about me."

"I'm going to have to get back to my lessons but I'll come check on you in the evening." You explained standing up.

"You know you don't have to it's okay if you're busy, I won't be much fun in my condition." He said beginning to stand up but you quickly stopped him so he wouldn't strain himself too much. You pecked his lips lightly goodbye and let yourself out.

The rest of the day was uneventful, you headed over to visit Remus straight away after dinner, bar of chocolate in hand. He opened the door slowly again, you stood on the other side of the door holding up the chocolate bar, covering your face. You peeked to the side from it and he had a huge warm smile on his face.

"If you bring my gifts every time you should come here more often." He moved to the side and you almost hopped in filled with excitement to see Remus.

"Don't get used to it," you plopped yourself down on the sofa making yourself comfortable as Remus slowly walked over and sat down next to you using his cane for support. "What'cha reading?" You asked picking up the book that was laying besides you.

"You'll be glad to hear it's a muggle book, it's called an inspector calls."

"Oh I know that one it's a play."

"I like it, reading it feels like going to the theatre."

"We should go." You expressed not thinking through what you're saying just speaking.

"That's a wonderful idea, let me know a weekend you may be free or maybe we can do it over the a half term."

"Sounds like our next date is planned." You said going in to kiss him this time.

"Just let me heal first." You hugged him but only lightly as you didn't want to hurt him anywhere he may have scars. You sat down pulling out a book of your own while he grabbed a different one off the shelf. "Are you changing books already?"

"Well if we're going to the theatre I don't want to spoil the ending, plus it was beginning to get a little depressing." He slowly lowered himself to sit beside you.

"So you decided to go for?"

"Secrets of the Darkest Art." He replied.

"Because that's so much more enjoyable." You expressed sarcastically.

"I'm refreshing my memory, what high brow work of fiction might you be reading?"

"Something intellectual." You stayed flashing him with the book cover of Breakfast at Tiffany's making him laugh. "Don't be so smug."

"It's your turn to change the record." He stated as the music finished.

"How did you know it's going to finish?"

"It's your turn to change it." He simply repeated without lifting his eyes from the page.

"Yeah I'm not changing it, it's your turn old man." You said starring at him and he lifted his eyes to meet your gaze.

"I see how much you care about my health when it really matters." He began to slowly stand up making sounds of pain just to tease you and you immediately stopped him and stood up to change it.

"Well maybe you should invest in a CD player or something that you don't have to flip every five seconds, something with a remote."

"Why? I've got you. Besides have you forgotten about magic dear?" He said and the record player shut nearly snapping your fingers and automatically it began to play. "I prefer the way records sound."

"How do you do it so naturally?"

"Do what?"

"Magic." You stated and he shut his book sitting up to face you. "It doesn't come naturally to me, I barely remember it's there, it feels so foreign to me."

"You need to be open to it, I'll teach you, just let me. Don't be so closed off." He said gently placing his hand on your leg and you nodded. "Promise me?" He pushed and you nodded. "You need to use your words Y/N." He said sending a hot flush to your cheeks.

"I promise." You said and he leaned in to kiss you.

The following weeks you kept your promise, you worked hard to learn everything, Remus pushed you to use magic in the evenings in his office making it all feel more natural to you. It took time but you were beginning to use magic for the small stuff. In his officially tutoring lessons you began to move on to learn your Patronus charm.

It was late in the evening on a Monday when you were still trying to get it right, you were so close the spark was coming out of your wand. "Just focus on a memory that is stronger than any other." Remus who was dripping in sweat almost shouted. It had been hours but you both knew you were so close. You tried again and it was close but it wasn't working. "I don't think I can do it." You said in almost defeat.

"That's okay my dear we can try again tomorrow." He said coming up to kiss you, he moved the hair out your face, put his arms around and leaned down placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "You're doing so well, you just need to find the right moment, try and search deeper." He explained and you lingered on his words, you tried many memories, even the one of your first kiss with him but none worked but that's the moment you thought of the day he took you to the lake to see the light bugs the vulnerability but the love you felt in that moment. "Can I try one last time?" You asked and he nodded letting go of you, his hand letting go of yours last as he was stepping back.

"It's okay if you can't do it today, you still have a lot of time to learn." He comforted you and that's when you tried the new memory. You focused your mind and cast the charm and a blinding light came out in front of you, you saw a wolf begin to run around the room but yours and Remus's faces were in utter joy but then you noticed his turn to confusion as he studied the animal. He looked at you with a new look, one filled with love but laced with a hint of fear as he came up to you, arm open putting them around you and pulling you into his chest. He leaned to kiss you and kept repeating. "I'm so proud of you." Between kisses. That night you didn't go back to your dorm but instead Remus decided it was a special enough occasion to open a new bottle of whiskey.

You left early morning to get back to your dorm, reluctantly peeling yourself out of Lupins arms. You tiptoed down the corridor in the direction of your dorm when you saw Percy. Panic set in. You thought about finding a way to avoid him but there was nothing you could do. "L/N." He said as walked past.

"Percy, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You shot him a forced grin.

"Why are you wandering around the halls this early?"

"I just went for a morning stroll." You averted his gaze.

"In last nights clothes?" He pointed out stepping closer to you, looking down his nose almost like Snape would do.

"Percy, please let it go, this doesn't concern you."

"As your prefect-" he began and you scoffed at him walking past but he quickly followed you. "It concerns me when it involves Lupin." You froze as Percy said the words.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You simply stated as Percy came up to you and leaned in tight.

"I've been watching you. He could get fired overnight with his condition, I don't even need to prove that you two are fucking." He whispered in your ear and you automatically went to slap him in the face and push him away from you.

"You're such a prick you don't deserve to be in Gryffindor." You said pulling out your wand and pointing it at him as he stumbled slightly back and pulled out his. You immediately disarmed him and hit him with a stunner. You kept hitting him until he fell on the ground. "I used to consider you my friend." You said trying not to cry.

He got his wand back and hit you with a stunner of his. "That's when I thought you were a nice girl not one that goes around fucking her professors."

His last word was muffled with a loud shout of "Enough." And both your wands fell to the ground. You both looked in the direction of Lupin who was running up to you followed by McGonagall. He didn't have any words when he reached you but just stood starring at you with an unreadable look while McGonagall caught up behind him. "Mr Weasley, Miss L/N would either of you like to explain to me why you are duelling in the corridor first thing in the morning?" She began standing next to Lupin.

"We were practicing for our exams." You said without skipping a beat.

"Now however good that is of an excuse that doesn't explain why you are both shouting at each other and doing all this in the middle of the hall. I expected better of you both especially a prefect of my house." She caught your bluff.

"Professor may I speak to you in your office it's a personal matter." Percy said not looking at Lupin.

"Very well. Mr Weasley I will see you this afternoon in my office for detention where you can explain yourself and Miss L/N you will report to Professor Lupins office to serve your detention with him." She stated and then looked at Lupin. "If that is okay with you Remus?" She asked him gently and he nodded not taking his eyes off you.

"That's not detention for her, she likes going to his office," Percy protested.

"Then you will serve your detention with Professor Lupin and Miss L/N will report to me. Any more objections Mr Weasley?" She looked down his glasses at her and he shook his head no. "Okay, as you both were." She said waving her hand to signify letting you both go. You both scurried away, no more words exchanged between you and Percy. You looked back to see Lupin and McGonagall walking away side by side, his hands were in his pockets and he looked as if he was explaining something to her you wandered what it may be.

In the evening you went to see McGonagall, the tension was thick in the room as you entered. Her office was very different to Lupins, it had a similar shape but it was significantly bigger, it felt a lot more wooden and less comfortable but it still felt like it was full of love. Her personality came through in the small rug on the floor and the framed picture all over the wall behind her desk. When she questioned you as to what caused the fight with Percy you were most honest beginning with "You see Professor, Percy likes me as more than a friend and I've rejected his advances many times, I kissed a boy at a party on New Year's Eve and he's been annoyed with me ever since." She nodded to show she's following your story however you could tell she was lost as to how this is relevant. "So he's now in a vendetta to ruin my life because I don't like him." You finished and she nodded.

"How did this lead to you duelling in the hall?" She asked calmly.

"I'll admit something, I didn't go back to my own bed last night, I was heading back in the morning and Percy confronted me, started threatening to get me in trouble, his face was very close to mine like he was about to kiss me or spit on me so I slapped him to get him off me." She simply nodded.

"Miss L/N to me it sounds like things in terms of self defence, however why were you both still fighting when Professor Lupin and I approached."

"He was pissed off-"

"L/N." She warned.

"Sorry, he was annoyed. He kept shouting at me and he was holding his wand and I just thought I should disarm him, it all happened quite fast." You explained.

"I have to say Miss L/N I'm proud to hear you naturally used magic like that. I see Professor Lupins tutoring is very useful, I'm truly proud of the enormous progress you've made this year. After your exams you owe that man champagne." She said her tone was motherly, her last sentence made you smile.

"You are right professor, I owe Professor Lupin a lot for all his help this year." You felt comfort speaking with her about him and also quite excited to speak well of him with someone else.

"I don't know how much you know about him however I remember when he joined Hogwarts he was alike you in your early years, I think that's why you both get so well along."

"What do you mean professor?"

"Well you were both just as cautious and untrusting of magic-"

"He was untrusting of magic?" You questioned finding her words amusing.

"He has been hurt by magic at a young age and it meant he wanted very little to do with our world, it, being at Hogwarts didn't feel natural to him at first."

"I know about his condition." You blurted out.

"Well then he must trust you very much. He's a good man, we're very lucky to have him in the school, he cares a lot and wants to help." She said and you nodded feeling awkward, you didn't know what to say as a yes would be weird. "Anyway I've gotten chatty, I apologise, you're free to go, thank you for your honesty." She said dismissing you.

"Thank you professor and thank you for the chat." You said standing up.

"My pleasure." She had a warm smile as she looked back down at the paperwork in front of her and you left. You felt positive.

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News travels fast in Hogwarts

Notes: This is a sort of spin-off to my Sexy Times with Sharp series. It needed some drama, I suppose. (Also can be read individually!) This is the attempt of an interactive "adventure"! At the end of this post you'll have two options for how it may continue.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Angst/Drama // Words: 3.8k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: Sebastian finds out about your affair with a certain Potions Master.

WARNINGS: Angst! Drama, baby! Implied student/teacher relationship. Implied past relationship. ALL THE IMPLICATIONS! I just love implying things, okay? (MC might be losing it!)

News travels fast in Hogwarts

“So it's true?”

His voice caught you completely off guard, so much so that you shed your Disillusionment in shock. You had hoped to sneak out of the Faculty Tower unnoticed, and you would have, but then he had seen you.

“Sebastian? How did you –”

He scoffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he watched you with his head tilted to the side. “Please, I taught you that spell.”

You stared at him before your gaze wandered along the hallway. Students passed in and out, but luckily nobody looked at you and the Slytherin boy twice. “What are you even doing here?” you hissed as you looked back at him, clenching your fists.

“I wanted to see if the rumours were true...” he said quietly.

“Rumours? What rumours?” you asked with an agitated scowl.

“Come on, don't play coy, love, it's quite obvious now, isn't it?” His eyes scrutinized you. There was a spark in them, and you didn't know if it was mischief or disgust.

You steeled yourself, squaring your shoulders, and even though you still remained at least a head smaller than him, you stared up at him with the darkest gaze you could muster. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

His eyebrow twitched when he held your gaze. “Just tell me why,” he then said, lowering his voice when a chattering group of students came down the staircase from the Gryffindor Tower.

“Why what?” You remained adamant in not telling him anything. Because it was none of his business.

He sighed and licked his lips before his gaze wandered over your head, and a dark grimace swept over his freckled face. “Honestly, why him?” he muttered, and you followed his eyes in confusion, then felt a searing heat rushing through you when you saw the tall man limping away into the other direction, oblivious to you and Sebastian discussing his very existence in your life.

Your head snapped back, and you stared at the Slytherin boy's chest in front of you, trying to force the blush down. Suddenly he grabbed your chin and made you look up at him, and you blushed even more, despite your best efforts not to. His brown eyes stared into your soul, and you bit your lip so hard you almost tasted blood.

“Was I not enough?” he then whispered, his thumb teasingly pressing against your bottom lip.

You froze, holding your breath, before you finally mustered the will to slap his hand away and take a step back. “Apparently...” you hissed at him breathlessly.

He looked almost hurt, then pushed his hands into his pockets and sighed. “You're playing with fire, you know that, right?” he said, his voice low and menacing.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you threatening me?” you asked quietly.

A frown creased his forehead. “I would never,” he said, tilting his chin up to look down his nose at you. “I'm just saying you should be careful.”

“How is this not a threat?” you snarled, staring at him.

“You know I would never expose your secrets,” he replied gently, his features softening slightly. “I swore that to you, and I still mean it. But... I might not be the only one who noticed this.”

You swallowed hard, looking away for a moment, your cheeks burning. “Who's spreading these rumours then?” you whispered under your breath, but he still heard you.

“Oh, just some jealous girls,” he said. “Those who want to be in your place, but can't.”

You looked up at him, chewing on your lips. “How obvious is it?” you then asked, the anger in your face switching to genuine concern.

He gave you one of those smirks that used to drive you crazy. “Well, you do spend a lot of time in his classroom... after class...”

“Others do too!” you said defensively. “We're allowed to study there!”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “In his office, too?”

Something hot crawled into your stomach, clawing at your insides. Trying to play it off, you scoffed and turned away, shaking your head. Before you could storm off, his hand was on your shoulder, pulling you back as if you were just a leaf in the wind. You stumbled, staring up at him as you struggled to find your bearings.

“People heard you,” he then whispered as he leaned closer, his hot breath ghosting your cheek.

Your eyes widened, and a sudden cold crashed through your nerves. “You're lying,” you mumbled as you stared up at him, almost pleadingly, hoping he'd be joking.

“How do you think those rumours started?” he said and leaned back, putting his hands on his hips.

“No,” you mouthed and averted your gaze again, your face burning in shame.

“You've always been so vocal,” he whispered, a dreamy sigh falling from his lips. “I wish I could hear that again some day...”

You clenched your hands into fists and stared at your shoes, shaking from head to toe, tears burning in your eyes. “Don't be obscene,” you muttered, your voice trembling as well.

“You know, there's a way to disperse these rumours...” His voice was smooth and low, and it caused you to shiver deeply. He even stepped a little closer, his warm body inches away from yours.

You didn't dare look at him, but again, he made that choice for you as he put a finger under your chin and moved it up until your teary eyes met his. There was no malice or mischief in his gaze, just that familiar warmth you used to melt into. But those times were over, and you found solace in a different pair of eyes now.

He reached a hand up and cupped your face, his thumb wiping over your warm cheek, tracing the scar under your eye. A single tear slipped from your lashes, and he let it roll over his digit before he pressed the pad of his thumb along its trail. “Why did you ever leave me?” he then whispered, mesmerized by your glistening eyes for a moment, ignoring his previous train of thought.

You swallowed hard, blinking another tear away. “You... you left me,” you breathed hoarsely.

He cocked his head, pressing his lips into a thin line before he licked them. “I was in a bad place...”

Staring at him, you felt a strange pull in your stomach. “I was always there for you...” you whispered, furrowing your brows. He continued to stroke your cheek. “But you pushed me away...” you added with your lips quivering.

“And you let it happen,” he said, his tone becoming harder, colder.

“I tried, Sebastian,” you replied, inhaling sharply. “You made it really hard to stay with you... so, in the end, I was glad when you distanced yourself from me... when you let me go...”

“You were glad?” he hissed, his eyes dark when he stared at you. “So it's my fault you ended up with him?” he spat, his grip on your face tightening as he grabbed your hair.

You winced. “Don't do this...” you whispered, that lump in your throat growing.

“Do what? Fight for my girl?”

“I am not your girl,” you said through gritted teeth, slowly regaining your composure. Grabbing his wrist, you tried to pull his hand away, but his fingers remained tangled in your hair. “And don't think I'll come crawling back to you because you threaten to expose me!” you hissed under your breath, glaring up at him darkly. “I still hold all of your secrets, too, you know?”

He froze at your comment, his freckled face paling before his cheeks burned up, and he let go of your hair as if it had stung him. “You wouldn't dare,” he replied threateningly quietly, the muscles in his jaw clenching. “I just told you I wouldn't expose any of your dark and filthy secrets, and you remind me of... of...” His voice broke then, and he shook his head, taking deep breaths as he stepped away from you.

“I'm sorry,” you breathed. “I didn't mean to –” You sighed, shaking your head as well, angrily wiping at your face. “But you were playing dirty, cornering me like that? Judging me? What did you expect me to do? I'm no longer the silent follower, Sebastian, I won't just nod and play along and follow you to the end of the world...”

“Shame,” he muttered. “We had something, you know? Trust and understanding and...” He clenched his jaw so hard you were sure you heard the bones grind together. “Do you love him?” he then asked, staring at you with those damn puppy dog eyes.

You stared back, forcing the memories away that he had pulled into the forefront of your mind. “That is none of your business,” you said quietly, trying to sound neutral, but your voice was trembling badly.

He watched you, silently, his face set and grim.

Swallowing hard, you held his gaze, waiting for any other comment, before you took a deep breath and squared your shoulders. “I'm going to go now,” you stated then and turned around, feeling his stare burning into your back.

It took him five seconds and two long strides before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back so hard that you ended up pressed to his chest with his arms holding you tightly, leaving literally no room for debate.

You froze against him, painfully aware you were standing in the middle of the hallway with curious eyes staring at you as several students passed you by, whispering under their breaths.

You suddenly knew what he was doing. And you didn't know if you should be furious or grateful.

“Play along,” he breathed into your ear before he leaned back and cupped your cheeks with both hands, then slowly lowered his face towards yours and –

You were back in the Undercroft, the memory so strong you could smell the dust and mildew of the vast room. And you could feel Sebastian's lips on yours, warm, soft, wet, his tears mixing with yours, their salty taste only making you lean in closer as you kissed him desperately, never wanting to let go again, forcing him to stay by your side with your lips glued to his, your hands clawing at his robes, holding him together as he was falling apart.

He mirrored that same intensity now, years later, as he held you firmly in his grip, his lips searing hot against yours. And you couldn't do anything but let it happen. Your mind was racing, your heart aching, guilt creeping up your throat like bile, burning your insides. And yet you raised your hands and grabbed the back of his shirt, digging your fingers into the fabric, and held onto him as you eventually kissed him back.

When he leaned away a little to catch his breath, your tears were streaming down your flushed face. He wiped them away, gently holding you as he watched you closely. Your vision was blurry, and your mind switched between seeing Sebastian's face in front of you, and a weathered, grim, scarred one that made your knees shake and your stomach churn.

Your breath was as erratic as your heartbeat, your lips parted and trembling, your head spinning. The world around you was just a blur, all those whispers and stares melting away.

“Let me be your alibi,” you then heard him whisper as he leaned back in, his lips moving along your wet cheek to your ear and down your neck, leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

You took a shuddering breath, your head tilted to let him kiss your neck, nibble on it, suck on it, and you gasped when you felt his teeth sinking a little deeper into your skin. The sudden pain cleared your vision slightly, and you let go of him to press your hands against his chest. He looked at you, cheeks reddened, his dark eyes so intense you felt your legs trembling. “What are you doing?” you breathed, barely audible.

“Helping you disperse those rumours,” he whispered back, the corner of his lips twitching upwards.

You furrowed your brows, a sudden burst of anger crashing through you. “By making me look like an even bigger whore?” you said harshly through your teeth.

He frowned, genuinely taken aback by your words. “What? No, I...”

“The girl who can't decide, hm?” you hissed, your tone mocking, mirroring the many comments you'd heard behind your back. “Always back and forth, always crawling back to you, or to any man who's available, really, right? That's what they think I am... and that's what I'll always be...”

His gaze darkened before he looked over your head and around the hallway. Then he grabbed your wrist once more and pulled you along until he shoved you behind the statue of the One-Eyed Witch, his hand firmly on your mouth as he pinned you to the wall. Your eyes widened as he caged you in.

“Don't talk like that,” he hissed, staring down at you darkly.

You grabbed his wrist, and he let you pull his hand down. “But it's the truth, isn't it?” you whispered, more than aggravated now. “We were a mess, Sebastian. On and off for years... And there was always talk. Hell, the moment I stepped foot into this school, there had been talk. They always talked about me behind my back, no matter the reason. And I never cared, do you understand? Not when they thought I'd bewitched you, because why else would someone like you fall for someone like me, hm? Or when they thought I'd exchanged you for Ominis – which I never had, by the way?”

He listened to you intently, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowed. But he didn't interrupt you.

“Oh and when we finally broke up for real? Do you remember the rumours then, talking about, oh poor Sebastian, oh lucky Sebastian, he finally had enough of her. It was always in your favour, because I've always been the odd one out, the late bloomer, the special strange girl. I never wanted that, any of it, but I didn't have a choice. And I thought I could have an equal in you, someone who understood, because you were there from the very beginning. But you had your own baggage to carry – and I don't blame you for it, please know that! I never did, I wanted to help you carry it as much as I wanted you to help me navigate my own confusing life.”

You inhaled deeply and looked down, staring at his tie. He still only listened, his body unmoving as it pressed you to the wall, his hands loosely by his sides.

“But things don't always go the way you want them to go. And too much has happened... even though I thought we could be normal together.” You scoffed quietly. “Normal, whatever that is, right? I was never supposed to be normal, and so I embraced it, I let them talk. And it ate me up. We grew apart, and I let it happen because I couldn't fight anymore. It was too much, Sebastian...” Swallowing hard, you felt another tear roll down your cheek. “And... I suppose I was destined to create more rumours, eh? I didn't mean to, but somehow, I found him and he found me...”

A twitch went through his body then as he tensed up, his hands clenching into fists. You looked up cautiously, blinking your tears away. Your heart ached, and you raised a hand to clutch at the front of your shirt to calm it.

“He listened, he was there, he understood. It was easy to open up to him, he already knew half of my secrets, he'd watched me from the very beginning, too...” Your eyes wandered away, your mind showing you those dark eyes and the gentle half-smile that grazed a stoic face. “You know, maybe it was easy because he reminded me of you. He also has a lot of baggage, and maybe I am just drawn to those broken souls, who knows...”

You looked back into his brown eyes, noticing a slight change to his tense, angry expression, his face was solemn, but in a strangely warm way.

“I never meant to hurt you,” you continued quietly. “I didn't do this out of spite, okay? I needed time for myself, and he gave me the confidence to look ahead and not back. And I helped him too, we are helping each other. And I don't care about rumours, I honestly don't. Let them talk...”

“They could burst your perfect little bubble so easily, don't you see that?” he finally said, his voice low and grave, any trace of warmth gone again. “Seeing a teacher,” he whispered darkly, your heart jumping as he finally named it, “being... intimate with a teacher, sneaking into his quarters...” He shook his head, a gesture full of disappointment. “It could get you expelled, it could lose him his job, ruin both of your reputations, it could make you even unhappier than you were before.”

“I –”

“Don't say you don't care, you do! Of course you do, you would be a fool if you didn't!” he replied harshly under his breath, leaning his head closer to yours until his forehead was pressed against your own.

You stared at him, his hot breath brushing against your trembling lips. “So what? What do you expect me to do? Stop it all, come crawling back to you?” you said through your teeth.

“Why do you make that sound like it's the worst thing that could happen to you?” he whispered back, clenching his jaw.

The sudden darkness that surrounded him made you want to back away, turn your face away, bring any distance between him and you, but he only grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. You stared back, anger rising inside your throat. “Because that's what it would be,” you spat coldly.

He leaned his head back, but kept his hand on your chin, his eyes dark and dangerous. “You don't mean that...”

Narrowing your eyes, you gritted your teeth, your entire body tensing up against his. “Let me go, Sebastian,” you then whispered in defeat, putting all the meaning into your words.

He looked at you, long and hard, then finally took a tiny step back, lowering his hand. But he still kept you pinned between his body and the wall. “Never again,” he breathed darkly.

“Don't you want me to be happy?” you said quietly, a small sob emerging from your throat.

“I want you to be happy in my arms,” he said, “not his.”

You took a shuddering breath, goosebumps rippling over your skin. His intensity had always been your downfall. Slowly, you raised a hand and placed it on his chest, feeling his heartbeat thundering against your palm. “I won't leave him, he doesn't deserve that,” you whispered while your eyes wandered over his freckled face. “He needs me as much as I need him...”

“I need you, too,” he mouthed barely audible, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

You felt your eyes watering, the sadness in his dark gaze almost tearing you apart from the inside. “I... I chose him,” you whispered with your voice shaking badly.

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

He looked down then and closed his eyes, taking another step back from you. Your hand fell to your side, the distance between you and him growing again. You remained leaning against the wall, watching him with your heart racing and your mind spinning.

He turned around, and you saw him peering past the bump of the statue. “If...” he started, looking back at you over his shoulder, “if you ever change your mind...” he whispered, letting his words hang in the air for a moment.

“I know where to find you,” you finished the thought and nodded.

His eyes roamed your face, full of sorrow and longing, and you had to clench your hands into fists and press your back into the wall to not jump him right there and then. The pull he still had on you was frightening. Eventually he looked away and stepped out of the niche and onto the hallway, and you saw him taking the stairs down to the dungeons, leaving your line of sight.

It took you a very long time to compose yourself again. When you finally emerged from behind the One-Eyed Witch, your legs were trembling, and you stood in the hallway for a moment, watching the flow of students move up and down the Grand Staircase, the thrum of chatter and stone grinding against stone lulling your racing thoughts.

Eventually you made your way to the Great Hall, and while you walked, you couldn't help but hear those whispers again. You had tried for months, for years, to ignore them, but now they seemed even louder. The stares seemed darker, more hostile, some even more condescending. You felt your heart sink, but kept going until you reached the large oak doors.

You had lost your appetite the moment you had pushed them open, and you felt your entire stomach drop when you were suddenly staring up into two very dark eyes in a weathered face full of scars and wrinkles – and disappointment. Your lips moved, forming a silent “No...” as a group of laughing students passed you, giving you knowing looks full of malice.

News travels fast in Hogwarts.

It was only a few seconds before you were left standing again, his tall body limping past you, his face tense, his jaw clenched. You felt like crying, like bursting at the seams, so on edge you were shaking like a leaf. Once you could move again, you whirled around, watched him leave – and then you witnessed him stopping once more, this time staring at a tall brown-haired boy whose freckled face paled.

Suddenly both of them were looking at you, their gazes like ice shards piercing your very soul. Whispers grew louder around you, comments like daggers aimed at your heart. You heard your own breaths echoing in your ears, loud, panicked, horrified. Something squeezed your throat, your vision blurred...

...and you woke up with a silent gasp, a jerk rushing through your limbs, pushing you back against a warm body. Strong arms held you tightly, and you inhaled deeply, your heart thundering inside your chest.

Just a dream, you thought, but you were soon torn between feeling relieved and absolutely disturbed at how real it had all felt. A very strange dream. Slowly you turned your head towards the person lying behind you. It had been just a dream, right?

End notes: Ohh, evil author, IT WAS JUST A DREAM!!! Or was it? And who's lying behind her, hm? Well, that is totally up to you! I just wanted to write some angst, sorry.

You can now decide how this story will continue! In whose arms will she wake up? What will happen?

→ Option 1: You wake up in the arms of Aesop Sharp → Option 2: You wake up in the arms of Sebastian Sallow

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#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow fanfic #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow angst #angst #drama #reader insert #fem reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy oneshot

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jennay · 7 months

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I've Changed

Request: Hey, angel, I read (and cried too much) what you wrote to the anon-older-relative and I would worship you if you wrote something almost in the same tone, like, Noah arriving home, seeing the reader's father screaming insanely at the reader and how he would interfere seeing how terrified the reader would be.... Sorry if it's too much. Kisses kisses kisses 💋

Noah Sebastian x reader

Word Count: 2800ish

Warnings: Verbal abuse (from a parent) insinuating physical abuse. Talks of childhood trauma. Lot of angst with a fluffy ending.

An: please do not read if any of the above things will trigger you. It goes straight into it.

Noah Master List

Growing up was a nightmare when you lived in a world of chaos, especially when the ones who were supposed to protect you were the ones who made you feel the most afraid.

You couldn't understand it. Why did he single you out? What did you ever do to him? Was it because your mother left him, and he saw her face every time he looked at you and felt rage? Was it because he blamed you for his loneliness and misery?

It wasn't your fault that you were the spitting image of your mother that you smiled like she did, or you had the same eye color and freckles.

You remember late nights waiting for him to get home from the bar. You'd be watching TV in the living room, and he would thank you for helping with your siblings and tell you how helpful you were, but the next day, if the twins weren't up on time, he would scream at you, belittle you, and tell you how you acted just like your mother.

How confusing for a child.

You were twelve the first time he decided to let you know how worthless you were. How ungrateful you were when you forgot to empty the dishwasher, how you couldn't do anything without him having to tell you twice. You weren't overwhelmed because you raised your siblings and met their needs. You were just lazy.

It was almost like he forgot you were a child still needing a parent.

Salty tears would pour down your red, flushed cheeks, landing on your trembling lips. You'd look away, feeling embarrassed by the awful things he'd say to you.

You learned over the years how to tune out the broken plates thrown on the ground. The beer bottles hit the walls—the screams he directed at you to get his point across.

You'd race down the hallways, entering your sibling's room, slamming the door shut, locking it, and pushing the dresser in front of it. You shouldn't have had to know to do those things.

When you were sixteen, you already started showing symptoms of PTSD, and even though you hid it the best that you could, it started to show through your personality; counselors kept an eye on you at school, and teachers often made notes about the changes in your grades, the way you talked, the way you acted. You refused to admit it, so they were powerless to help.

You got your first job that year and vowed to save every penny until you could escape.

The guilt you felt when you did leave was almost unbearable. Telling your two younger siblings was like swallowing razor blades. Each word was a jagged piece of glass, cutting into your throat with every syllable.

You should've been happy to turn eighteen but weren't because you were no longer allowed in his house and didn't know if your siblings were safe.

You remember being black-out drunk at a party with strangers when you were hardly nineteen. You told someone about it all. You didn't mean to, but it all came out when you were drunk and tired and didn't want to fight anymore. You were ready to give up. The person you told became your best friend; luckily, he never judged you or thought of you any less. He once told you he admired how fucked up you were, and back then, you guessed it was a nice compliment.

Noah often helped you through hard times, whether listening to your problems, cheering you up, or comforting you.

You were attached to him but in a spiritual way. You felt safe with him, something you rarely experienced with men, and you didn't want to risk ever losing him but often felt one day you'd fuck up and lose everything you worked for.

At age twenty, your younger sister and brother lived with you. You became a parent without any legal rights, and because they were still underage, you couldn't legally control the situation.

Sometimes, your dad would go weeks without saying anything about your brother and sister living there, and other times, he would pull a control card and force you to bring them home at one o'clock in the morning.

You grew tired of the random phone calls and the threatening text messages. The way your dad would randomly show up at your house, but you couldn't make it stop. You'd ask him to leave, and chaos would begin just like when you were a kid, shooting you into this weird panic-like state, and you couldn't do anything about it.

This cycle continued for the next year and a half, but it was worth it to you. You needed them to know they were loved and wouldn't abandon them. You wouldn't give up hope, and they could always find safety with you, and they did.

The three of you eventually found an apartment together when the twins hit eighteen, and even though it was hard, you always had backup from Noah.

He'd often come to hang out at your apartment with the twins, even when you weren't home. He wanted them to feel safe and like they didn't need you there every second of the day; he wanted them to know they could trust him.

Noah and your brother, Luke, bonded over music, sharing their favorite songs and artists and sometimes jamming together on the guitar. Your little sister felt like she had an extra protector who cared for and defended her from bullies and dudes who tried to fuck with her.

Noah gladly took that role, knowing what the three of you had gone through, and treated you like his little family.

Later, your relationship with Noah changed, and you noticed he acted differently around you. He became more affectionate and attentive, holding your hand, complimenting you, and giving you meaningful gifts. He stayed the night in your bed and looked at you with a different intensity in his eyes, making your heart flutter. You knew what was happening but were afraid of what this meant until you realized you felt the same way.

You couldn't trust anyone else like you trusted Noah. He was your best friend and your soulmate. He eventually convinced you a year later that the twins were old enough to handle the apartment independently and that moving in with him would be a good idea so you could grow with one another happily.

Noah promised to take care of you in every way possible, to support you emotionally, physically, and even financially if that's what you wanted. He said he would always be there for you, no matter what, and loved you more than anything. All you had to do was say the word, and he'd make it happen without any complaints.

Today looks much different from back then. You picked up your sister from her apartment and brought her along to get decorations for your and Noah's home.

You wanted to surprise him by sprucing up the living room while he was out. You had been living in the house for a year and a half but never had the time to make it cozy. It was time to change that.

"I can't believe it's taken you this long." Your sister teased you as you drove back home. "I remember at our old place, you always had decorations, and our home was like a walking festival every holiday."

"I know, I know. But Noah is always busy with work, and so am I." You parked the car in the driveway and grabbed the bags. "Life gets too busy sometimes."

You feel fear as you notice the front door is ajar. You exchange a worried glance with your sister and gesture towards the entrance.

Whoever broke in must have known the security code because the alarm didn't go off.

You quickly text Noah and tell him what's going on. He replies that he's on his way home as fast as possible.

"Are you crazy?" Your sister screams. "Don't go in there! That's how people get killed!"

You ignore her warning. You think it's unlikely that the intruder is still inside; they wouldn't have left the door cracked.

You gently push the door open and step into the living room. Everything looks normal until you hear a clinking noise from the kitchen.

You cautiously peek around the corner, your heart pounding in your chest. You're ready to scream at the sight of the intruder, but you're shocked when you see your dad opening a beer. What the hell?

You let out a sigh of relief, but you forgot to text Noah that it was a false alarm. "Hi?" You say, confused. "It's dad." You tell your sister, Brianna.

"Hi." He says, slouching against the counter and waving casually. "You're late today. Don't you usually get home around 3 p.m.?"

You drop the bags on the wooden floor. "Are you spying on me now?"

He laughs at your remark. "Well, I know I'm not welcome here when your boyfriend is around, and sometimes I like to see my daughters."

"Yeah, right." You sneer. "If you wanted to see us, you could just call me like a normal person instead of breaking into my house."

He gulps his drink. "It's not breaking in if I know the code. Using your birthday is pretty obvious." He smirks, "You're not smart enough to use something people won't guess?"

You feel anger. Old familiar feelings come back, reminding you of his abusive nature. "Go upstairs," You tell Brianna. She hesitates, wanting to stay with you. "GO!" You yell at her, and she nods, running up the stairs to your and Noah's room.

You want to protect her from any cruel things he might say.

"You're not her fucking mother." Your dad says to you with a bitter tone. "Though you've always thought you were."

"Maybe because you treated me like I was her parent?" You take a deep breath, feeling his gaze burn holes in you. You wished you wouldn't have said anything.

"I never fucking did that. You took the kids away from me and made them hate me." He says, walking closer to you.

You shake your head, feeling yourself shut down; he's backing you into a corner like old times. He stops before you, barely inches from your face, and laughs.

"Fuck." You mutter, shaking at your core.

"What, do you think I'm going to hit you?" He asks, stepping closer to you, his hand slightly raised. "I haven't seen you in two years, and you're still that same pathetic, scared little girl." His hand falls to his side, but he remains towered over you, using his height to intimidate you. "You'd think you would have grown up by now?" He notices you glancing at the front door, "Waiting for someone? That boy is a twig. Do you think I'm scared of him?"

You back away, stumbling on the rug and falling onto the floor. Your hands burn from trying to brace yourself but only hitting the hardwood with your bones.

You hear the front door squeak open, and Noah's voice fills the house. "Babe?" He calls.

Noah's eyes widen at the sight of you on the ground. He quickly runs over to you, lifting you into his arms and holding you close to his chest. His hand comes to your face, searching for signs or evidence you were just hit.

He doesn't know what he would do if that were true. Your heart beats fast in your chest, making you feel faint like you'll pass out. Your face has gone blank, and your breath comes in short gasps, showing Noah your panic.

He helps you stand up and creates a safe space around you as his arms wrap you in a protective hug.

"I think it's time for you to go," He says, his voice low and steady, already annoyed from having to leave the studio for something that wasn't an emergency.

"This is none of your business." Your father says, puffing his chest. "I'm trying to talk to my daughter."

"It is," Noah replies, stepping before you to shield you from anything he might do. "This is my girlfriend and my home, and you're not welcome here. That's why you broke in like a thief."

The air is thick as Noah glares at him, challenging him to make a move, not budging or losing his nerve. Protecting you was his primary goal.

"Can you tell him to chill out?" Your dad sneers at you, trying to get under your skin. "It's like dealing with a mad dog."

Noah mockingly laughs. "You're at least thirty years older than me, breaking into my place trying to bully my girlfriend and constantly terrorizing Brianna and Luke, but I'm the crazy animal?"

You touch Noah's lower back with your hand, looking up at him. You know you don't have to be here for this; it's probably better if you aren't.

"Brianna's upstairs."

He nods knowingly and watches your dad as you walk up the stairs.

When you enter the room, she's reclining on the bed, scrolling on her phone. "Is he gone?" She asks softly.

You sit next to her. "Not yet, but Noah's holding him off. I doubt he'll stick around much longer." You hear muffled shouts and tempers flaring, but you refuse to go back down there.

You get up, pressing your ear against the door. Noah's rough voice says, "Look, man, you can either leave, or I can call the cops. I don't think you need another charge involving one of your kids."

It's silent, and then the door slams shut.

You hear Noah's footsteps on each stair, and he carefully opens the door. "It's just me." He says. "He's gone." Noah joins you on the bed, pulling you close to his chest and stroking your hair. "Are you guys ok?" His eyes land on Brianna as she flops down on his computer chair.

"I hate him so much." She whispers, leaning forward and burying her face in her hands. "I don't know why he can't leave us alone." She mumbles quietly.

Your eyes water at her words, and you realize how much emotions you've been suppressing. You kiss Noah and thank him before you slowly walk to your sister, telling her to stand so you can hug her, and she's glad you do.

You feel a soft sigh from her as she wraps her arms around you, and you cuddle her like you used to when you were kids.

You sense Noah standing up, and he sandwiches you in between them. "I'll call the security people tomorrow and change the locks. I'm gonna call Luke." He says, trying to comfort you. "Maybe we just need to move the twins in with us…and go somewhere further away."

It wasn't a terrible idea, but you couldn't tell if Noah was teasing or serious. "That sounds a little dramatic."

You separate from the two of them, and Brianna sits back on the chair. "You wanna play mom and dad?" She teases Noah. "It's gonna be weird when I explain to my friends my parents are only in their 20s."

"Would it be that different from now?" He says smirking. "We've been doing this for how long?" He says, looking at you.

"So long." You laugh.

"You know what? I'm just gonna pick up Luke, and we can all chill here tonight, watch a movie, and slumber party in the living room. It's easier for me to watch everyone that way."

You laugh at his reply and appreciate his willingness to please your clan. "Wow, you're such a hot nanny." You tease him.

He gazes at you, lifts your chin, and gently kisses your lips, making you swoon in his arms. "Careful." He cautions as he retreats slightly to meet your eyes sparkling with affection and happiness.

You lean in, kissing him again. Something about this side of him could make you worship him; you almost forget Brianna is in the room.

"I need protection for my eyes. You're gross." She complains while running out the door. "Go get Luke!"

"Don't be rude to your parents!" You chuckle.

"My fake parents! You know, pretty soon, you'll have your own brats to deal with. Not that I want to hear about any of that!" She screams from the living room.

Noah shakes his head, feeling his cheeks flush; he presses his forehead against yours, rubbing his nose against yours. "I love you and these little monsters that came with you."

You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him as tight as possible. "Well, that's good news cause I think we're kind of attached, and we love you too."

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sleep-0-deprived · 10 months

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Hello! I have one interesting idea for you 🐱

How about if Sebastian Michaelis is in love with the music and astrology teacher who comes to teach Ciel (he is kind, but not stupid. He himself realized that Sebastian is not a human). ->

One rainy evening, Y/N and Sebastian are making cookies or something sweet for the others, it could be something like a fluff (sfw) . Cute ~

If you don't like the idea, then skip it! I wish all the best!o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Written in the stars

Sebastian Michaelis x male astrologist/music teacher reader.

Sfw/fluff

I hope you like it this is my first time doing something like this

As a music teacher for the nobles you knew a few things you knew the gossip the idle chat and you knew what was meant to be, you knew all these things after all they are written in the stars all things considered you knew that there were other things out there supernatural “things” I mean you were never the naive type but you had never met any supernatural being well that was until you went to the phantomhive resident, you were there to give music instructions to the young earl as you arrived something felt off but you ignored it as you were soon greeted by a man you assumed was the butler “ welcome to the phantomhive residence sir L/n” the black haired male spoke with his signature closed eye smile “glad you could have me” I spoke trying to be as polite as I could “but of course you are the best music teacher around” the man spoke showing his red eyes, as soon as I seen his ruby red eyes I knew that he was in fact not a human and by the look on his face he knew that I seen through his secret “well look at the Time we must not dwell around you have lessons with my young master after all” the demon spoke “indeed I do” the demon soon turned around and showed me to the earl, once we arrived to the arts room I was greeted by a Ciel holding a violin “shall we get started I spoke” “we shall” ciel spoke while y/n was teaching Ciel how to play the violin Sebastian was checking the shorter male out looking at him in aw as the male played the violin Sebastian felt entranced by the humans beauty but more than that his talent and before he knew it the lessons where over “you have gotten better” I spoke “indeed I have” Ciel spoke feeling proud of himself, right as I was about to leave I heard Ciel say “would you like to stay for tea and cookies?” It took a second for me to process “I don’t see why not I have nothing else on my schedule” as I said that I could have sworn I seen Sebastian smile widely “well then I should go get started on it right away my lord”

“Yes they are”

Sebastian spoke “I can help if you would like after all my family has a lot of bakers” “that would be great” ciel said making it obvious he just has a sweet tooth, as me and Sebastian start to walk towards the kitchen he speaks “what type of cookies would you like to make?” “Hmm how about f/c they are really good for rainy days and everyone will love them” “that sounds like a lovely idea” “thank you” you gave him a smile and walked into the kitchen leaving the demon a blushing mess as you start to look around grabbing ingredient and setting them down on the table you try to get the flour off the top shelf when suddenly you hear “do you need some help” “that would be really nice” you say blushing with embarrassment, you and Sebastian get started on making the cookies “so do you have a partner?” The demon asks trying to break the silence “no, no I do not” I say thinking about Sebastian “oh well would you like to go out on a date with me then” the black haired male asked “I would really like that” right as I finished my sentence the timer for the cookies ringed “well looks like they are done” Sebastian said “yep!” I said enthusiastically, sebastian and I took the cookies too the dinning room where I see three clumsy people breaking things and a annoyed looking Ciel “cookies?” I said trying to lighten the mood, after Ciel took a few cookies I was soon attacked by three people who I found out where called finny, mey rin, and bardroy they all started to ask for a cookie so I caved in and the next thing I know they where all gone “I saved you one” I said to Sebastian as I handed him a cookie “thank you” he said smiling I looked at the time it was 8:23 and it was getting dark “thank you for having me” I spoke as I walked out to my carriage, on my way out sebastian stopped me “don’t forget about our dinner” he whispered in my ear giving me a closed eye smile “I won’t” I replied smiling ear to ear

#black butler x male reader #black butler #x male reader #chubby male reader #sebastian michaelis x male reader #sebastian michaelis #sebastian Michaelis x reader

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 3 months

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Tess' Sharpuary - 14. Valentine

Professor Sharp receives a considerable amount of Valentine's Day cards. The only problem is that they are not from his sweetheart...

chapter specific tags: fluff, friendship, dinah and abraham being menaces of friends

relationships: aesop sharp x reader, aesop sharp & dinah hecat & abraham ronen, natsai onai & reader

14. Valentine (2.6k)

tw: hints of jealousy?? maybe?

The young Ravenclaw was eyeing the High table suspiciously. That was the fourth owl this morning. FOURTH! Of course, she wouldn’t be normally concerned about her professor lover’s correspondence, but each and every single owl that flew in his direction one morning carried what was very obviously a Valentine’s Day card, one of them even brought the most perfect rose she’d ever seen. She looked around the Great Hall, her eyes narrowing. Just who on earth was sending Aesop Sharp Valentine's Day cards?! Someone who wasn’t her!

Of course, she did have her own card for him, but she decided that she’d give it to him personally, as sending Diana over with it would be most suspicious. Someone obviously decided to forego this precaution. On the other hand, she recognised all of the owls as the school ones, kept for the students who didn’t have their own. Who was it? Nobody present in the Great Hall looked suspicious, in fact, many of her fellow students were peering around curiously, trying to see who’d send the intimidating potions master four Valentine Day’s notes.

Oh! There was a fifth one! The owl landed in front of the professor very inelegantly, half landing in his scrambled eggs, prompting his already annoyed face to turn slightly murderous. He didn’t even take the envelope the owl carried in its beak, and the owl waited for him to take it for several minutes at least.

Well, at least it seemed that these notes were unwanted by Aesop… Or was he just annoyed that she was present, and a secret lover just gave him away?

No, no… Aesop wouldn’t do that, the Ravenclaw was sure of it. Maybe it was a prank? Then again, she didn’t think any one of her classmates would attempt to prank the potions master this way, not even Garreth. After all, Garreth only caused trouble with his experimental brews and concoctions, he wasn’t in the habit of actively pranking their teachers, and everybody else either feared or respected the gruff former Auror enough not to mess with him.

There was the occasional gossip that someone planned to trip the man, but nobody ever actually went through with the plan. Maybe the fact that the Ravenclaw made it known that if anyone as much as tried to send any sort of jinx Aesop’s way, they’d have to deal with her. After all, mostly everyone knew she and the potions master were friendly, and even those who thought it a funny idea to jinx the ex-auror teacher thought better about facing the wrath of the thus far undefeated Crossed Wands champion.

Maybe Aesop’s secret admirer was someone who didn’t come to breakfast? She looked around the room again, making a mental checklist of the girls there… But what if was a boy? That could very much happen of course - it came as a shock to her the first time she learned that homosexuality was, unlike in the Muggle world, perfectly normal and accepted. However, as she never truly bought into her parents’ and lecturers’ teachings when it came to societal norms, she soon accepted this fact and didn’t think more about it. After all, all that really mattered was love, just like the only thing that mattered between Aesop and her was love too.

She looked around the room for the third time there, wondering which one of her classmates could have such a crush on the professor, they’d go and send five - a hoot rang through the air and the Ravenclaw sighed - six Valentine’s Day cards. Well, using the elimination method, she could easily scratch out Sebastian; while his feelings towards the potions master changed somewhat, she knew he still felt very wary around him. If it was because of Aesop’s auror history that reminded the Slytherin lad of his late uncle, or perhaps the teacher’s general gruffness and acuteness was a mystery to her… Or… Or what if he actually hid his crush behind the mask of dislike? Sebastian did confess to her that he had a crush on her some time back, but she now knew that some people were interested in both sexes.

Hm. Still, quite improbable.

Who else then? Violet Mcdowell often mentioned how intimidating she found the teacher, but perhaps she said so with a hint of admiration. And what about Sacharissa Tugwood? She was a fairly skilled potioneer and often showed her inventions off to the professor. He certainly seemed more impressed with them than with Garreth’s. Oh goodness! What if it was Garreth himself?! What if all of his little experiments were a way for him to get Aesop’s attention?!

“I didn’t know you were this serious about the silly holiday,” said Natty amusedly as she sat next to the Ravenclaw. “Huh?” she replied eloquently. “That’s like the seventh owl Professor Sharp has received today! I thought they were all from you?” the Ugandan asked, her amusement replaced with confusion now. “First of all,” said her closest friend then, “why would I send school owls? I’ve got my own, and I’m telling you, she would’ve been so much quicker than these. Second of all, have you seen me anywhere near the owlery lately? And thirdly, why would I send Valentine’s Day cards to Professor Sharp?”

Natty snickered at her last point but hid her smile in her tea quickly. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said in a mock innocent voice, “First: could be a romantic surprise? Second: I did not, but then again, you could’ve gotten this ready in advance. And third: no point at all, of course, it’s not like you’ve got little hearts in your eyes at every mere mention of his name.” The Ravenclaw went red in the face, quickly biting into the before entirely forgotten crumpet on her plate. “I do not judge,” Natty said next, “he’s not a bad-looking man. And mother tells her is a very good wizard. And he must obviously like you since he spends so much of his free time with you.”

“That’s great Natty, could you please speak a little louder, I don’t think the Slytherins heard you…” The Ravenclaw said, her cheeks still hot and most likely more red than Weasley hair. Her friends did not yet know about her relationship with the potions master, and she wasn’t really sure how to break the news to them. She better think it up soon, however, as Natty seemed way too close to discover the truth on her own…

“I wonder who sent those then,” the Ugandan said finally, shaking her head. Her friend no longer replied, but merely wolfed down the rest of her breakfast, and made her way towards the Ravenclaw tower to gather her things for the day. She would find out who was this secret admirer sending a frankly concerning amount of Valentine Day’s notes to her sweetheart, sooner rather than later.

—

She was running late for lunch.

After Peeves locked her in the toilet stall and struck the wand out of her hand, she spent at least 10 minutes scanning every single inch of the room, looking for it. After she crawled through the gap under the stall door that is. She huffed in annoyance as she fixed her hair and clothes in the mirror. The poltergeist was a bloody menace. However, as she neared the Great Hall, she found herself actually slightly glad to have been forced to crawl on the restroom floor and look high and low for her wand, because her secret lover was just on his way out.

They were alone, most likely for only a minute or two, but she was grateful for even those two minutes.

As soon as he noticed her, his limping steps quickened, and he cast a swift look around him before leaning in for a quick kiss upon her lips. “I’m glad to see you,” he said quietly, his voice genuine and heartfelt, “I hoped to catch you on the way to the Great Hall, but grew worried when you weren’t showing up…” “Yes, well,” she rubbed at her neck awkwardly, “Peeves…”

“Is he causing you any trouble? If so, just tell me, I’ll talk to the Bloody Baron, he’ll set him straight,” Aesop offered immediately. “No, no, it’s fine. He doesn’t pick on me very often. In fact, I think the last time was about two months ago.”

“Listen,” Aesop almost interrupted, “are you free after dinner?” “I am… Why? Do you have any plans?” her voice turned into a gentle purr, and she was batting her eyelashes at the teacher. It worked like a charm, and a very flirtatious smirk found its way onto his lips.

“I might… Do you know the large hill next to Hogsmeade?” he asked then, keeping his voice quiet and gentle. She knew the one he meant, it stood out nicely against its surroundings. And so, after nodding her head, the professor grinned at her: “Good. Meet me there at half past eight, alright? You won’t regret it, I promise.”

And with that, he left towards the direction of the Faculty tower. The excitement of meeting her lover after dinner made the girl almost forget about the mystery sender of the morning cards. Almost. She spent the rest of the day in this strange mood, switching between utmost bliss and excitement at the clandestine rendezvous, and burning curiosity as to the identity of Aesop’s secret admirer. However, as the afternoon rolled into the evening, she found herself more happy than inquisitive.

She made sure she looked good before she left her dorm room that evening - she donned a very neat white blouse with a burgundy camisole over it, complimenting her curves. Her rather form-fitting dark trousers were partially hidden away by the tall, laced boots on a short heel, and a long crimson overcoat completed her look. It was a rather Gryffindor-ish look, she supposed, but there was no denying that she looked quite lovely sporting it. Her dorm mates were all in the common room, and she was able to slip out of the tower unnoticed by casting the Disillusionment charm on herself and making use of their little roof area to be able to fly away on her broom. It was only after she was away from the castle grounds did she lift the charm. She enjoyed the feeling of wind upon her cheeks - her hair was carefully secured to last the flight.

And as she approached the hill, she could clearly see there was some sort of light there. Flying in closer, it became obvious that there were candles, and what looked like lacewing flies in small jars. And, in the middle of the lights was Aesop, leisurely sitting on a soft-looking blanket. He stood up when he saw her approaching, a dark shade in the light of the moon, and he procured a bouquet of flowers out of seemingly nowhere.

“Good evening,” he said once his young sweetheart landed and put her broom away. The hand holding the flowers extended towards her: “Uh, I-... Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweet.” The girl didn’t waste a single second - she climbed into his arms and let the potions master kiss her senseless. After a few minutes of heated kisses and gentle touches, she pulled back reluctantly, entirely breathless: “Thank you so much, Aesop, they’re beautiful.”

The professor then put a stasis charm on the flowers, and the couple sat down upon the blanket together. There was obviously some sort of enchantment upon it, as it was softer than the ground underneath it appeared to be, and it was also very warm to touch. Aesop revealed that he prepared a small picnic for them, with butterbeer and some sweet pastries, which they proceeded to gladly share, cuddling under the starry sky.

Suddenly, she remembered the card she had for him, and by extension also the ones he received in the morning.

“I’ve got this for you,” she said shyly, handing him the card. His look was like night and day from the one he had on his face in the morning as he read her words.

‘Dear Aesop. To the first of hopefully many Valentine's Days I’m allowed to kiss you, and hold you in my embrace. I am yours.

Love,

(F/N)’

“Thank you, my love,” his words were soft, as were his eyes, “I’ve been looking forward to this one the entire day.” Ah, the girl was glad he was the one to have mentioned it, the last thing she wanted was to make him uncomfortable: “Now that you’re talking about it, what was that all about, in the morning?” Aesop rolled his eyes: “That was my dear friends Abraham Ronen and Dinah Hecat thinking they are very funny. You see, the first few ones, I thought they were from you. It was strange that the owl bringing them wasn’t Diana, but then I reasoned you were keeping a low profile. Well, obviously, neither of those cards were from you.” “Well, who were they from?” the girl asked, her curiosity completely palpable. Aesop grimaced slightly. “My colleagues,” he replied awkwardly.

“Your colleagues? What? I didn’t know you sent Valentine’s Day cards to each other?” she asked incredulously, a small smile fighting its way onto her face. “We don’t… for whatever reason, Dinah, professor Hecat that is, decided to convince our colleagues that I get very sad every Valentine’s Day because I never receive anything. And well, some of them decided to do something about it.”

The Ravenclaw couldn’t help it - she burst into a fit of giggles. “Go on and laugh, now the whole of the student body thinks I’ve got myself some sort of fan club or something,” Aesop said, but he didn’t sound cross with the girl at all. “I’m sorry, Aesop, but you’ve got to admit, it is kind of funny,” she said through her chuckles while he shook his head. However, there was indeed a small smile on his face.

“If it makes you feel any better if you did have a fan club, I’d be most likely the leader, as I’m your biggest fan ever,” she purred into his ear then, prompting him to shiver slightly. “Glad to hear that,” he whispered back before pulling her into a deep kiss.

—

“Did you see her face,” Dinah asked, giggling as she sipped on her Firewhisky, “poor girl was ready to start a full-blown investigation!” Abraham Ronen too chuckled: “I just hope we didn’t cause her too much distress…”

“Seeing as Aesop is nowhere near his chambers or classroom, and Mr Thakkar was unable to find his classmate in the Ravenclaw tower, I think they’re having themselves a nice Valentine’s Day evening date. Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be off to see your wife?” The Charms professor smiled wryly: “I, well… You normally spend today with Aesop, I didn’t want you to be all on your own…” “Oh, don’t you go sentimental on me, Abe. Do I seem sad to you?” she rolled her eyes. “You seem perfectly alright,” the older man had to admit.

“That’s because I am. Now run along, your wife is waiting for you.”

However, before the two could say goodbye, a sooty owl flew in and perched upon Dinah’s sofa. The DADA teacher recognised it instantly and snatched the letter from out of the owl’s beak. It was a simple roll of parchment, with Aesop’s scrawl on it: “Dear Dinah and Abraham, please, refrain from any other tricks like this next year, else you two will find yourself with a goblet of pumpkin juice spiked with bulbadox powder one morning. - Aesop.”

Dinah only grinned: “I expected no less.”

---

I'd like to say that I was so crafty as to plan on always making this the only fully coloured picture because it's the middle of Sharpuary, but that'd be a lie. The reason it's in full colour is simply because it looked weird and half-undone otherwise 😅

[AO3] - [Sharpuary 2024] - [Masterlist]

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homeofthelonelywriter · 1 month

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Celebs - Masterlist

Tom Hiddleston:

Series:

Take the Stage: While once again sneaking out of the Palace, you meet an actor...let’s just say there is something between you two. (Royal! Reader)

Romeo to my Juliet: You are a student and a teacher at a college in Lodon, which is the same place a very handsome acting professor is employed. - discontinued

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

New Beginning:

(Part 1) | Part 2 | Part 3

Headcanons:

HC - Tom Hiddleston x clumsy!Reader

HC - Tom helps Reader deal with anxiety and stress

HC - Tom loves Reader’s boobs

Oneshots:

Forgotten Fears - The Reader had some bad experiences with her ex-boyfriend when he was drunk and is still traumatised by that. What happens when Tom forgets about that fear of hers?

Kinky Surprise - pure smut

Application - When you loose a bet, you are forced to send an application for Loki’s love interest. Who would have thought that they actually want to meet you?

Jealousy - Tom is insecure because of your age gap. What will happen when he sees you with one of your co-workers who is about your age?

Hidden - As an artist, you find a way to tell Tom that you’re pregnant

Bun in the oven - Pregnany reveal and a proposal. What could go wrong?

Drunken Start - After a night out with his buddies, Tom calls you, neither rembering you, nor how he got your number

Trick or Treat - Halloween Special

Best boyfriend in the world - You have trouble sleeping, so Tom decides to help you out

Dance with me - Reader and Tom slow-dance in Paris

Diary - Tom finds your diary while you’re moving and reads it

Drabbles:

Christmas Surprise - Christmas Drabble

Let it snow! - Christmas Drabble

Drabble #75

Drabble #3

Imagines:

Imagine while on vacation with your BFF you catch Tom Hiddleston during a photoshoot. Your BFF makes sure he remembers you.

Imagine tagging Tom Hiddleston in a meme and actually getting a reaction.Imagine working on the set of Avengers and instantly crushing on Tom Hiddleston. You are devastated when you find out your BFF Taylor is now dating him.

Benedict Cumberbatch:

Drabbles:

Drabble #69

Sebastian Stan:

Drabbles:

Drabble #46

Shawn Mendes:

Series:

Better that way: When Shawn’s girlfriend finds out that she is pregnant, she decides that she can’t burden the superstar with a child. She makes decisions which may seem stupid, but she knows that it’s Better that way.

Surprise: Walking a Victorias Secret show was an honour already, but being able to see your boyfriend while doing so? Pure bliss. Especially when he has a little surprise for you.

Part 1 | Part 2

Fan Mail: Writing to Shawn every so often paid off when he asked you to come to one of his shows.

Part 1 | Part 2

Oneshots:

When you’re ready - Inspired by his song

Guard my heart - You are a part of the security at one of Shawn’s shows and he notices you

Nervous - Inspired by his song

One more chance - Filming an explanation video why Shawn and you broke up, leads to some interesting realisations

In my Blood - Inspired by his song (Triggers)

Late Late Show - You are present during your boyfriend’s appearance on the Late Late Show with James Cordan. Let’s just say it was disgusting.

Sad song - Shawn finds out you can sing during a very sad occasion

Tom Holland:

Migraine - rl!friend has a Migraine and Tom wants and tries to comfort her

Back to the Master-Masterlist

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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Presenting (Black Butler x demon!Reader)

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Summary:

That is the servant aesthetic...

Notes:

A/N: I finally got to watch Book of Circus and I have to admit that I actually liked it. I was thinking about writing a series of fics with this story arc because I thought it would be interesting to see Reader's perspective/humor on things, but that's just me. Hope you enjoy.

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In the Morning…

'A servant's mornings begins early. They must start working before everyone else, they will even iron their Master's newspaper and preparing the morning tea. They do their utmost to ensure that their Master enjoys a consistent and comfortable daily life. That is the servant aesthetic!'

It was like any regular morning at Phantomhive Manor, both __________ and Sebastian had risen early and dressed to get started with the duties of the household. While Sebastian prepared the young Master's breakfast tea and paper, __________ had been busy preparing a warm breakfast of sweet porridge, eggs Atlantic[1] with fresh hot crumpets and a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice.

While Sebastian hurried along with the breakfast trolley, __________ had stayed behind already cleaning the kitchen while wondering what to prepare for lunch as well as dessert for afternoon tea.

In no time at all Mrs. Mayerl, the young earl of Phantomhive's dance teacher, arrives for their lesson allowing Sebastian to return to the kitchen to find __________, Tanaka, Finny, Mey-Rin and Baldo all waiting on him for the chore assignments.

"Mey-Rin you will gather and launder all the sheets."

"Yes sir!"

"Finny, tend to the plants in the greenhouse,"

"Right!"

Baldo, prepare some bread dough,"

"Leave it to me!"

"Tanaka, please act as usual."

"Ho, ho, ho!"

"Also we are expecting guests today," Sebastian cleared his throat and had been about to speak further on the subject then Baldo interrupted him.

"Then I, the chef, will make my special dinner--"

"THEREFORE," Sebastian spoke loudly and pointed a rolling pin at Baldo who stopped speaking and winces slightly, "you three please stay quietly out of sight and don't do anything uncalled-for. And I do mean quietly." he finishes with a smile then claps his hands twice, "All right! To your stations!"

The trio agreed and scattered to their assignments, __________ who has said nothing on the subject turns to smile at her cohort, "They seem in a cheerful mood,"

"It's keeping an eye on them where the problem truly lies," Sebastian sighed sounding a bit exhausted.

"Though they mean well,"

"Indeed they do."

~*~

In the Afternoon…

Later that afternoon, Sebastian and Ciel were in the study when __________ was just about to knock having brought the serving trolley with a slice of treacle tart she made for his afternoon tea, "I want something sweet now!" the young man whined and just as Sebastian had murmured his reply did she walk in pushing the trolley.

"Did the young Lord request something sweet?" she asked with a smile.

"Honestly __________, you spoil the young Master rotten with your attentions," Sebastian chastises the Maid who now served a slice of the treacle tart, "how will be a proper gentleman if you lavish him constantly like a child?"

"My dear Sebastian, the young Master is indeed a child, who is growing constantly and will have sufficient room for dinner tonight," she then looked into the cup of hot chocolate, "Oh dear no whipped cream? It's a good thing I thought ahead and made some while making the treacle, allow me, Master," she spoke in a warm tone while adding a dollop of the cool thick white cream and drizzled some of the caramel Sebastian had earlier brought with the hot chocolate.

Once finished and dismissed, both Sebastian and __________ stepped out into the hallway in order to begin the preparations for tonight's dinner meeting with Mr. Lau and Mr. Cedric Brandel. Mr. Brandel was the man who had acquired one of the many local tea companies and had requested a meeting with Ciel in order to mass produce his special line of flavored teas to children.

"Brewing something, my dear?"

"Not at all, whatever could you mean?"

"You know what I mean..."

"Well isn't that the Servant's aesthetic? To keep the young Master contented and comfortable?"

"I see,"

"I am simply making sure that the cooking pot isn't boiling over. You wouldn't want a burnt feast do you?"

"Of course, though might I make a suggestion?"

"You may,"

"Keep your hands out of my kitchen."

"Duly noted."

"Now that's settled, shall we begin preparations for tonight's entertainment?"

"Quite so. After all, who better to entertain a guest or two than those who serve the House of Phantomhive?"

Soon both Maid and Butler were in the dining hall with several patterned dishes laid out on the table, they were studying each intricate detail and deciding which plate design would they use for tonight's theme.

"We'll use playful, colorful Herend dinnerware, which suits a meeting about children's goods. Next we will polish the silverware until it gleams."

She was about to reply when both __________ and Sebastian heard a woman's muffled scream from a few doors down... it came from the laundry room.

"That voice..."

"Oh dear..."

They both headed for the room in question the hallway quiet like a tomb when Sebastian opens the door, "Mey-Rin what's going--" both servants stared blankly at the same room overflowed with soap suds while a soap covered young woman pops out of one of the large fluffy clouds.

"Sebastian! __________!" Mey-Rin cries and shakes the bubbles off her.

"What's all this?"

"It's quite obvious isn't it?"

"I used thirty cups of detergent, just like the instructions said, and now the bubbles are out of control yes!" she then held up the soap box close to Sebastian's face, "I don't understand!"

__________ chortled behind a gloved hand, Mey-Rin could be so cute at times. With a slow and pained sigh Sebastian replied, "Look again closely, it's three cups, not thirty."

Mey-Rin did indeed look closely at the box and then she lets out another indignant cry at her obvious mistake, "Honestly, far-sightedness isn't sufficient to excuse what a fool-- rather, what a scatterbrain you are," Both he and __________ rolled up their sleeves, "Now stand back,"

Between the two of them, both Maid and Butler mopped the floor, sorted, washed and pressed the sheets then brought them out to the back to dry on a line.

"That should do it," Sebastian spoke and wiped his brow with the back of his hand.

"Things ran a lot smoother this time around, not bad at all." __________ smiled until she caught a glimpse of Sebastian staring at her, "Sebastian?"

"Do forgive me __________," he said and had reached out to grab for her chest, she could hear Mey-Rin squeal until his hand made contact with a strand of (y/c) hair, his thumb wiped away a lone fluff of white soap, "but you had soap in your hair."

"Why thank you for catching it, Sebastian," she smiled kindly, Sebastian returned it as well.

"Mey-Rin, go inside and clean up the laundry room, please,"

"Oh! Right! Yes!" she saluted and heads back inside with a rush.

Both Sebastian and __________ remained outside until it was Sebastian who spoke gently, "For goodness's sake, it's always when I'm busy..."

"Fifteen on the left and ten to the right, shall we give them a proper Phantomhive welcome?" __________ replied with a sniff.

"I believe it would be rather rude if we did not!" Sebastian turned to smile at her, she then feels for the charm around her neck and pulls off the chain.

Immediately they both ambushed the group of men who had been silently watching the Manor. Their guns were useless as one by one they fell to the ground dead. Whether by cutlery, the sharp edge of a Tailor's scissors or by strangulation of sewing threads.

"Oh what a lovely bouquet," __________ said as she spied some white blossoms while she wiped the blood off her scissors with one of the dead men's coats, "I believe they would make a lovely arraignment as tonight's centerpiece and they would complement the dinner plates you've selected."

"Goodness you certainly have an eye for detail my dear!"

"I will take that as a complement."

Taking the flowers into the house the two continued with preparing the dining table, "Next we will set the table, along with the flower arraignment. It will be a refine mix of snowdrops and Christmas roses, to evoke winter and the napkins shall be folded in a rose-like shape,"

"WHAAAA!"

They both looked up simultaneously at each other; (y/c) eyes meeting with a set of mahogany ones. Though the mahogany held an annoyed tone to them; the (y/c) ones had a suspicious curiosity. Heading out toward the greenhouse, both Maid and Butler were greeted to an intense heat along with Finny running back and forth wailing inconsolably.

"Finny! Why on earth is it so hot?"

__________ said nothing for the strong scent of flowers from the heat invaded her nose terribly and had caused her to begin coughing and sneezing, "My apologies Sebastian, I will not be of much assistance this time, the scent of the flowers makes my nose sensitive. I may faint." She then covers her nose with the back of her gloved hand and stepped back a few paces to avoid the overpowering smell.

Finny walked up to them crying and apologizing while explaining the reason behind the heat, "I'm so sorry! It looked like the roses were about to bloom so I tried to speed them up by lighting the stove!" he bawled and clings to Sebastian for dear life.

"To carry a stove out here, you'd have to be brainless-- or rather brawny. It can't be helped."

Finny stood close to __________ who continued to cough and sneeze a few more times until her senses cleared and she no longer had a fit, "Oh dear, that was rather undignified..."

Both watched on as Sebastian at last removed all the contents of the greenhouse outside of the glass building, "What a shame, if not for this we'd have the pleasant scent of roses... Finny, do the rest of the cleanup," he said and walks past him while __________ followed alongside the dark haired butler, "For goodness sake, what a pain."

"There are ten this time, perhaps they think that by sending a small group they would go undetected." __________ suggested by the ten pairs of eyes carefully watching them, "I would have detected them much sooner had it not been for the saturation of roses attacking my sense of smell."

"Perhaps, though it will not stop up from greeting them." Sebastian agreed with a tiny huff, though he was in his right to be annoyed it wasn't proper manners to be lingering in doorways or in this case by trees.

"No, of course not."

Once again both servants attacked at the group of men, only this time Sebastian used his trusty forks to stab and attack while __________ uses her sewing thread to take the guns from each of the men's hands so that Sebastian had a clear shot of killing the small group. As soon as the offending men dropped dead, something else fell from the sky; both Maid and Butler could see that it was a wild pheasant, and a plump looking one at that.

"He will make a fine fillet, may I watch?"

"Of course, there might be times when I need your talented hands for the dinner other than the sweet confections you make for the young Master."

The moment they returned to the kitchen, __________ watched with great interest while Sebastian plucked, cleaned and sliced the pheasant in order to create three fillets of almost equal ration and began to garnish them with salt and pepper to taste before placing them in the skillet.

"Most important of all is the main dish, I will sauté the freshly caught pheasant in a rosemary and sage paste," he then places the first fillet on the prepared skillet, the meat sizzles as the delicious smell of the dinner filled the medium sized kitchen, watching Sebastian cook such extravagant meals was always a pleasure of hers, just as he enjoyed watching her measure and tailor a suit for the young Master, "And I will pair it with a Gran Cru Champagne."

The mood was then interrupted by Bardo who yelled and blasted the far side of the kitchen wall with one of his many explosives. Smoke, ash and wall debris filled the far corner of the kitchen.

"Bardo!" Sebastian called out just as the smoke cleared and Bardo stood at attention covered in ash and soot, "Right... might as well explain yourself..." the poor man sounded so tired as he approached the blond carefully.

"I thought since guests were comin' I'd treat them to a new menu!"

Both __________ and Sebastian face palmed at his response, "How many times must I tell you that cooking doesn't require actual firepower? You're a colossal fool-- or rather just simply a fool."

"You really didn't rephrase that," Baldo spoke nervously, he has had some run in with Sebastian's annoyance before and since then he's tried his best at avoiding a conflict whenever he could.

Sebastian stares at the large gaping hole until __________ caught a whiff of something.

"Again?" Sebastian asked to which __________ replied coolly, "Fifteen."

"Huh? Fifteen what?"

"Bardo, come with me, you will need some supplies," Sebastian smiled as the three of them headed outside, __________ stood by the broken wall while both servant men returned with bricks and cement, "Here you start on with these while I will confiscate this," he spoke and took Bardo's flamethrower away from him.

"Maybe they didn't see us..." whispered one of the men, when Sebastian shoots him with the flamethrower, with a yell the man fell out of the tree and into a heap on the ground.

Taking her scissors, __________ tossed them like a terrifying boomerang which made equal slices across each man's body; some who though had the hopes of escaping the horrible duo were met with Sebastian and his commandeered flamethrower. Finally the last group of invaders were dead and just as they were about to head back into the house did __________ smell something enticing. A large cracking pop is what caught her attention; she smiled at the chestnuts by her feet.

"Mmm it indeed does feel like Christmas tonight, roasted chestnuts... they will taste quite delicious sautéed in butter and cinnamon." she smiled and gathered them along with Sebastian who looked quite put out.

"For goodness's sake, we are getting nothing done."

"It only feels that way but we have and all it needs is for it to simply come together. We still have ample time."

"The guests will be here any moment."

"You worry far too much."

"Come, we must hurry."

"Oh very well..." she said with a gentle sigh and follows him.

They finished their preparations in no time at all just as their guests had arrived both servants stood at the foot of the main stair case quietly, "Thank you for coming today," Ciel spoke as he appeared at the top of the stairs, "I am Ciel Phantomhive, the current earl."

"And I am Cedric Brandel, pleased to make your acquaintance. My I've never imagined you would be so young, my lord." Spoke the man called Cedric Brandel as he reached out to take Ciel's hand in his then gives it a friendly shake.

"I told you that there was no need for you to get worked up, he's so small and cute!" Lau smiled easily which his companion Ran-Mao clings to his arm silently watching the exchange.

"I've had a dinner prepared for us, this way please," Ciel spoke politely and walked his guests into the decorated dining room.

Sebastian pops the champagne bottle and began to pour it over the tower of glasses both he and __________ had set up just in time for the arrival of their guests, __________ had brought in an extra bottle just in case while Mey-Rin was to bring in the hors d'oeurves ... what could possibly go wrong?

"Oh how lovely," murmured Mr. Brandel as he watched glass after glass being filled by the bubbling golden drink, Ciel slightly turns his body to face him, "I thought simply setting out aperitifs lack flair,"

"G-Good evening, yes! Here are some hors d'oeurves..." Mey-Rin stuttered as she walked in trembling with the tray in both hands, "Oh... I'm so nervous..." she whispered then trips on the laces of her boots then falls forward crashing into the glass tower.

Both Sebastian and __________ sprang into action the moment they saw the glasses falling and spilling. Sebastian on his part tosses the half poured bottle of champagne high into the air where it had begun to spin. Between both the smooth flutter of the Maid's skirt together with the Butler's coat tails, it appeared as if both servants were dancing in harmonious sync until all the glasses were caught and were set back neatly onto the table; not a single drop of champagne was wasted. The bottle fell gracefully and was once again in Sebastian's hand while __________ held up the tray with the hors d'oeurves while she offered it toward their guests. Both servants were bowing graciously save for Mey-Rin who skidded across the floor to a stop next to them.

"What just happened?" asked Mr. Brandel who was astonished by such quick reflexes.

"Pardon me, this brand is a bit on the bubbly side, so we've given it a nice decanting. Please have a seat and we shall bring it to you."

"Good show!" smirked Lau who passed by them with his lady in arm, "You'd leap to stardom in any acrobatics troupe[2]."

"Us? Stars? You jest!" __________ smiled kindly as Sebastian continued to speak, "We are both simply two hellish servants,"

"My lord, your home provides no end of surprises. The manor is so beautiful; I can hardly imagine it was in ashes three years ago."

"This makes for dull dinner conversation, how about we simply get down to business?"

"Oh, well I would like my new company to market to children for sustained profitability, and since all the children of Europe love Funtom, I would like to work with you."

"Ah yes, after all children are the better judges of art and food than adults realize."

"Seeing you makes me more convinced of it, my lord. It must be the secret to your company's success in that market."

"Oh? Are you implying that because I am a child, that is why my company succeeds?"

"N-No, not at all!"

"I'm merely joking." he said with a calm smile that seemed to lightened the mood.

At this, Mr. Brandel chuckled, "You're a wicked one, my lord!" Their banter continued this way until the dinner was over and next would be the tea as well as dessert.

Both Brandel and Lau had excused themselves from the table to use the wash room while both Sebastian and __________ prepared the dessert and the tea trolly this gave both servants time to converse with one another.

"He reeks of that same brand of cigarettes from earlier."

"A pity the game has to come to an end like this,"

"I'm rather fond of that story with the Italian[3], when can we play a game like that?"

"Soon I hope, oh he's coming back," Sebastian walks to the door just as Mr. Brandel was about to open it, he then ushers the man inside.

"Oh, what happened to Mr. Lau?"

"He excused himself; something about business he had to attend to."

"As usual, he has no consideration." sighs the young Earl with annoyance.

"What a pity he will not be joining the table for dessert. I dare say it was both a delight and appropriate to prepare it for this evening."

"Indeed it goes absolutely well with your flavored tea."

"Ah! Now I'm curious!" Brandel sounded excited for the dessert.

"Here we are," Sebastian carried a serving tray and placed it before their guest. Lifting the lid, the Phantomhive Butler revealed a delicious golden brown custard cake, the edge was rimmed with a golden crown, "A galette des rois. It's conventional, but we've done it up with a thick creme de marron to complement the flavored tea. According to tradition, one slice contains a doll called 'la feve' and whoever finds it receives this crown along with God's blessing." Sebastian then placed the now filled tea cup with its matching saucer close to their guest and had gone to serve another cup to the young Lord.

"Just a thing for children," Ciel spoke with a quiet smile as he leaned back against his seat, "who like games of chance like dice or drawing straws."

"I thought you would enjoy it my young Lord," __________ spoke, the corners of her lips lifting to a gentle smile, "I daresay you would look absolutely precious with that crown on your head," she hid the grin behind a gloved hand while she watched the color blooming upon the young master's cheeks.

"I see," spoke the guest who seemed to be waiting for Ciel to be served the cake, "a sweet with a game to it. Brats sure think up things no adult would," the older gentleman looks directly at the young boy and gave him a not so nice smile.

"What?"

Sebastian and __________ both made eye contact at that.

"'Queen's guard dog' or not, you're just a brat trying to show off! The two things I hate the most are cocky brats and bets that don't make money!" Suddenly the clock in the dining room over the fireplace began to struck eight o'clock, "Drop dead, guard dog!" with that Mr. Brandel ducks under the dining table just as Ciel rose to his feet.

The sound of broken glass reverberated around the room as the impacting sound of metal meeting flesh could be heard. Both Maid and Butler called out to the young Master who was now lying face down onto the table while the pooling crimson stained the once pristine table cloth.

Soon the double doors to the dining hall burst open while an armada of men began firing their guns upon both servants as well as the body of the young boy lying dead on the table.

Brandel who was hiding from the gunfire chortled victorious that he at last was rid of the infamous guard dog; that is of course until he once again heard the clock chiming on the mantle-place. Curiosity getting to him he climbed out from under the table to find everything in order. It was as though the events of the warfare had not taken place! What was the meaning of this?

"Did you drop something, Mr. Brandel?" Sebastian asked with the tea pot in his hands.

Looking around the room, the older man could see that the dining hall was perfect. Not a bullet hole or broken glass or dead bodies, nothing!

Ciel snickers softly, "I do believe you're drunk. Please, try some of this and no more alcohol,"

"Does this mean you enjoyed it my Lord? I am most pleased, I was afraid it was too bland for your liking."

"It goes well with the tea."

Brandel sits silently as Sebastian pushes his seat in for him while the man started to tuck in to his dessert, albeit he was trembling or so __________ noticed how his hand shook while he lifted the fork to his lips and takes a bite.

Instantly, Brandel bites into something not part of the sweet dessert when Sebastian grins, "Ah, congratulations! It seems you have la feve."

Brandel spits out the bullet upon the dish and stares at it nervously, his words failing him, "Your friends left this behind, so I will return it to you."

Frightened, Brandel stood up and started to move away from the approaching Butler who further explained the demise of his "friends", "They arrived quite sooner than you did, so __________ and I decided to give them a proper Phantomhive welcome." Sebastian spoke with a smile as images from their earlier activities began to play into both minds of the demon servants.

"But that's impossible! There were at least fifty of them! How could you two defeat them?!"

Both Sebastian and __________ smiled at the frightened Brandel when Ciel spoke, a tea cup in one hand and its saucer in the other, "Lau told me you were dealing guns on the black market,"

"He sold me out?!"

"No. He was never on your side to begin with. Her Majesty is quite distressed by the spread of gun related crime among the underclasses." raising the tea cup to his lips, Ciel then makes a disgusted sound and lowers the cup back onto its saucer, "Sebastian, make a new pot of tea! These low-grade leaves smell foul."

"Certainly," he replied and walks to the tea cart to prepare the high grade tea his Master preferred.

"Master, then you were teasing me earlier when you said the cake was to your liking..." __________ pouted though her cheeks flushed pink.

"I had to say something to get the idiot to eat a piece and find the bullet."

"How cruel," the Maid swooned and turned an impressive shade of red at the young boy's cruelty.

"What nonsense are you spouting off now?"

Rising to his feet, Brandel pointed the gun he held under his jacket and pointed it to the young earl, "Die!" he shouted and fired three times at the young boy.

"This won't do..." murmurs Sebastian who held the tray of tea in one hand while the other held the three bullets Brandel had just fired, "I only just gave you back your belongings and you've already lost more." he then drops the bullets gently onto the carpet.

"W-what is this? How?!" Brandel was now pointing the gun at the Butler, hands shaking.

"I simply can't be killed by such toys, I'm afraid." Sebastian spoke with a smile when Brandel continued to fire his gun as though to prove the Butler wrong. Sebastian pokes the rim of the gun causing it to explode and fire backward onto the older man's hand.

Brandel falls to the floor with a shout and cradles his now injured hand,

"You've forgotten one more thing," Sebastian bowed slightly, his hand over his chest and walked over to Brandel to place the golden crown upon his head.

"M-Monster!" Brandel accused with a whimper.

"Goodness! How very discerning for a human," he watched as the man fell over onto his arse while Sebastian transformed into his demonic self, "Yes... I am one hell of a Butler."

"St-stay away!"

"Brandel," Ciel addressed the man from his place at the table, the black ominous haze slowly begins to fill the room while a red glow seemed to also come from the Maid next to the young boy as well, "Why do you suppose no one knows what punishment the Queen's guard dog inflicts? It's because," he said while removing his eye patch to reveal his demon seal, "Dead men, tell no tales."

Brandel was then consumed by the dark haze as his wails of torment echoed throughout the room.

~*~

Lau returned at last with Ran-Mao in tow, "All finished my Lord?"

"And where were you?"

"Well you see, someone gave me this," Lau held up a white envelope with a red wax seal on it, it had the royal crest on it.

"It's... who gave this to you?"

"Some lads in white, they seem to have mistaken me for a servant of the household," "My, my... those are tickets to the traveling circus coming to town. The "Noah's Ark Circus," as I recall."

Meanwhile in town, crowds of men, women and children gather to see the large marching troupe with their colored lights, bright cheerful costumes and various forms of entertainment including a fire breather.

"Ladies and Gentleman, step right up! The Noah's Ark Circus has arrived! Forget the cold weather and bleak news, for the show of the century is about to begin!"

~*~

At Midnight...

Back at the Phantomhive Manor, Sebastian was carefully preparing the young Master to bed, "You've worked hard today, my Lord."

"Today's game was dull."

"You never lose while I remain your loyal chessman."

"Loyal? You just want my soul."

"Indeed, my Lord. While this contract remains, I shall go wherever you go. All the way to the end, even should your wish be a foolish revenge."

"'Foolish'? Yes, I suppose it is."

"You have a full schedule tomorrow. Sleep now young master," with a silent bow, Sebastian takes the candelabra in hand and just as he was about to depart the room did he hear Ciel call him back by name.

"Sebastian... stay there... until I fall asleep."

"Yes, my Lord."

'A Demon's nights are long. He or she must keep a sharp watch to prevent anyone from breaking their weak and delicate prey. They do their utmost to ensure that they will receive a soul brimming with despair upon completion of their Master's foolish wish.'

That is the demon aesthetic.

Sebastian gently blows out the candles as he whispered into the darkness, "Good night, young Master."

...

Notes:

#black butler fanfiction

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

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Fill out the empty spots with characters/people! Send me an ask, DO NOT DM. You can use my Masterlist's fandoms or you can use another fandom that I will add. Again, you must send me an ask to make it official.

31 days. 31 different kinks.

That's enough Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Henry Cavill. Give something else.

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(Thank you @softboy5393 for the background banner and the prompts!)

Day 1: Degradation & Leg Grinding -- Karl Heisenberg x Male reader

Day 2: Office Sex -- Boss Henry Cavill x Employee Male reader

Day 3: Cockwarming, Begging -- Bucky Barnes x Male reader

Day 4: Public Play/Sex -- Brennen Taylor x male reader

Day 5: Bondage Kink -- Dom! Tom Holland x Male reader

Day 6: Face & Throat-Fucking -- Chris Evans x male reader

Day 7: Thigh-fucking -- Dean Winchester x male reader

Day 8: Soft Sensual Sex, Body Worship, & Comfort -- Chris Hemsworth x Femboy male reader

Day 9: Hate Sex -- Chris Evans x Brat Male reader

Day 10: Buttplugs and Lingerie -- Dean Winchester x Male reader

Day 11: Cosplay Sex & Pet Names -- Dean Winchester x Male reader

Day 12: Monster Fucking/Biting -- Vampire Hiram Lodge x male reader

Day 13: Somnophilia/wet dreams -- Steve Rogers x Male reader

Day 14: Humiliation -- Dom! Tom Holland x male reader

Day 15: Domination, Edging, & Cock Slapping -- Sub! Top! Peter Parker x Dom! Bottom! Male reader

Day 16: Suits, Ties & Masturbation -- Andy Barber x male reader

Day 17: Aphrodisiac -- Ransom Drysdale x male reader

Day 18: Begging Kink -- Sub/top Sebastian Stan x dom/bottom male reader

Day 19: Double Penetration/Threesome -- Steve Rogers x male reader x Bucky Barnes

Day 20: Sugar Daddy Sex -- Bruce Wayne x Femboy male reader.

Day 21: Butler x Master -- Henry Cavill x Male reader

Day 22: Phone Sex & Teasing -- Dabi x male reader

Day 23: Window Sex -- Chris Hemsworth x male reader

Day 24: Possessive Sex -- Jasper Hale x male reader

Day 25: Royal Kink (Knight x Prince) -- Knight Sebastian Stan x Prince male reader

Day 26: Attention Starved Sex -- Hiram Lodge x male chubby reader

Day 27: Werewolf Breeding & Mating Press -- Werewolf Fangs Fogarty x Human Male reader

Day 28: Size Kink -- Steve Rogers x male reader

Day 29: Piercings & Nipple Play -- Jason Todd x male reader

Day 30: Overstimulation -- Carlisle Cullen x Chubby Male reader

Day 31: Orgasm Denial, Vibrators, & Oral Sex -- Clark Kent x male reader

Bonus: Teacher x Student -- Sub! Top Clark Kent x Dom! Bottom male reader

Once October comes, I'll post these on their days.

#kinktober #male reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #male reader insert #male reader imagine

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chaos-caffeinated · 4 years

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Emotions can help you remember Part 3 (Sebastian Michaelis x reader)

Okay this is it, those words say everything you need to know, enjoy!

update: Oct/06/2020: To compensate for the part, I completed the story.

Like I said -did I even say it?- I am an overachiever...and a sucker for plot

Not requested (Tagging @naniky)

NSFW/T - 18+

Smut, lemon

One more thing: Do not forget I am not the only author, my brother and I share this blog for the sole reason of creating content together as well as maintaining an easy access to our stories. Just look under #caffeine for more stories from him, the media he does, previous works, requests/commissions/, and what he is willing to write and not write.

Okay, NOW onto the story: Enjoy!

I wrote this part incredibly long that I just had to make another part, which will be uploaded in the next hour (October 31, 1pm). If you would like to be reminded, just click on the button on the top right corner (if mobile) and select “get notified”.

“Though it’s good, it’s not fluent enough. Again.” Sebastian ordered, his facial expression was laced with the strictness of his voice. His eyebrows were knitted behind his delicate oval glasses that were chained for easy access. He held a short whip that caught your attention each time he smack it onto his hand, sometimes wondering to ask him if it hurt to whip himself.

Flinching from the sound, you involuntarily let out a whimper before gazing at the text before you, “Ce soir, je serai donné à l’obscurité, je n’ai que moi-même au prince des ténèbres. Oh Crow permettent à mon corps d’aider dans votre plaisir que votre vie s’est propagée avec la douleur que l’humanité comme elle l’a-a...a...^1” You felt burned out, your voice no longer being able to read off the text that Sebastian had you reading, emphasizing the importance of pronunciations.

Sebastian, on the other hand, was enjoying the moment you were casting yourself off to him, simply smiling behind his façade of strict teacher. Once you finished your speech you would his for the night, but he flinched when you stuttered towards the end, his attention towards you made him realized you looked tired, “Sebastian...I’m sorry, but I...I am so tired...French is not my strength, I am so sorry.” You gazed downwards, too ashamed to even look at him in the eye. You felt the constraining corset shift underneath as you crossed your arms, disappointed at yourself.

Before he could sigh subtly, his brain had racked up the idea to try something. He smirked widely, his eyes glinting the mischief with the intertwined lust.

“It is unfortunate, Miss. (L/N), but you have four days before the ball, and I’m sure you want Miss. Hopkins to be delighted upon your return without a language barrier, right?...”

“...Y-yes.” You confirmed, saddening at the fact that you may potentially be upsetting her.

“Well then, I hope you realize I have a couple tricks under my sleeve, however, some may deem it as unorthodox because of its-” he used the thin stick in his hand to whip the desk, his free hand placed on the mahogany desk leaning over slightly, hovering over your body. Your head whipped upwards where you immediately came face to face with the handsome butler/tutor, to which your cheeks were tinted with a slight pink hue from the closeness between you.

“Physicality.” He finished with a smirk, “Of course I need your permission, but time waits for no one my lady.” He adds as he rose the tip of baton from in-between your collarbones up to your chin with a light tap. You subconsciously tipped your head back lightly in response to the baton to which he responded with a subtle smirk. When you heard his sultry voice, you almost swore to hearing a purr at the end.

Entranced by his proximity, you gulped subtly and let out your respond:

“Yes....Sebastian.”

“Then we shall start immediately.” And he closed in by pressing his lips against your lips, one second secure and passion, the next dominant and rough. You let out a soft meek as you were trying to push against him, but he was strong. You sensed he wanted more, hence why he was rough enough to lean you back.

He removed himself, smirking and revealing the fang as he lick his lips lightly, “I hope you are ready, Miss. (L/N), for I am not lenient.” And he stood up, “Stand.” He commanded, raising the baton to visually represent his command as you obeyed.

You watched as he made his way behind the desk, but you looked ahead as you were afraid of anything sudden.

He made his way to where you sat and the chair scraped along the floor.

“Sit.” He ordered, and you sat down to an unfamiliar seat when you realized the firmness and slight shift underneath. You blushed as you realized you sat on his lap.

You trembled softly as you felt as he placed his hands on your hips as he adjusted both of you, “You will read and translate the words I point, if you fail, I will punish you accordingly. Ready?”

You nodded, “Yes, S-Sebastian.”

With a smug look, he pointed at a word of ease to get you comfortable. This went on for a couple dozens of words before he began to challenge you: adding feathery touches to your back, causing you to flinch.

“And this one?...” He leant by your ear, his voice having a slight rasp as he ushered.

While his gloved finger lightly traced your back, your body shivering from the touch, your voice faltered from it, “Uhm...eh...p-plaisir^2...”

“A stutter, Miss. (L/N)? When the ball is in session, I’m sure you’ll have someone like this as well. You can’t be distracted with this simple touch.” He took his forefinger and traced down your spine, making your cheeks blush again from the vulnerability.

“...S-so what’s my punishment, then?...”

“You want to be punished? Hm~...I’ll speak two paragraphs in French and you’ll translate them.”

Groaning as you had trouble listening and understanding, you took a deep breath and sighed, “Fine...”

“Good. Now...Dès que je t’ai posé les yeux, j’ai étré enchanté par ta beauté. J’avais espéré que vous travaillions pour Mlle Hopkins, et vous avez fait votre preuves devant elle ainsi que le jeune maître; talentueux et belle, je te voulais. Je vous ai dans mes mains, votre cœur bat vite, votre corps est à la chasse d’eau- Je sais que vous me voulez tout aussi bien, et à tout moment vous vacillez dans vos leçons Français, je vais m’assurer que vous souvenez de mes mains, mon corps, ma voix. Vous ne m’oublierez jamais aussi bien que la belle langue de Français.^3“

You couldn’t concentrate while he was caressing your back. Images flashed in your mind and you were shy to even have them possessed into your brain. You were fantasizing about being fondled, his hands caressing in other places, to have your own hands running through his raven locks. You wanted it all. However, when he spoke you understood some wording, his distinct pronunciation brought the sense of familiarity which gave you the confidence to translate his message, making you blush in the process as you processed the message.

The more you spoke, the more Sebastian grew with anticipation. As you finished, he had held your hip, without moving his digits and whispered into his ears, “Good, now for a reward. (Y/N). Tell me, are you in any way against of my teachings?”

“...N-no...” you shyly confessed, “Please...keep it going...I do believe it’s helping me.”

His smirk widen, enough to reveal the fangs, “Good.” He whispered, “Then from now on...nous parlons dans Français ^4.”

(From this point on, it will all be english, I promise. I just thought this was fun)

You let out a gasp when he rose his hands, groping your breasts as his lips grazed on the back of your shoulders; he let out whispers you were able to catch, only to respond with the same whispered voice. Each word he spoke out you would be given a kiss from his soft, yet rough lips onto your warm flesh. His hands lingered over your breasts, his fingers rubbing your clothed-areolas triggering them to harden.

“Tell me how are you feeling, (Y/N). Describe it.” He pulled back his hands as he teasingly, irritatingly, slowly removed your dress to expose your soft skin to his greedy mouth and hands. He removed his gloves to expose his black nails and the Faustian contract that linked his current master and him as property as he was currently ready to devour a mortal body in front of him, “Tell me, (Y/N)...what do you want me to do to you?”

“I...I feel like...my skin is on fire, like I want more just to get rid of it, but...but I like it...I like the feeling of your hands on me...I never want it to stop... I know I want more, I want to feel you everywhere...” You let out shaky breaths as you tried to muffled your moans in, your chest heaving as you gazed down to see his right hand placed on your abdomen area and you gently grabbed it, leading it back to your breast. His touch alone was driving you wild, craving for more as you tried so hard to hold back; believing that you were strong only to fall back.

Sebastian hummed in response, "Then so be it." Where his hands were located, he easily held you down while bucking his hips, earning a few mewls from you, and your head lulling back as your chest arched forward. You hated how your body betrayed your logical side, falling into the temptation that you thought you had handled, but it was only destroyed from his presence, from his words, from his eyes.

He bunched up the skirt so your clothed womanhood would be pressed against his clothed bulge, your moaning raised slightly to place your hands on the top of the desk, immediately interrupting the craze. You were panting, you were blushing, you were craving for more of his hot touches that got your body to get tingles, “...It is overwhelming...how is it that your so good to get me so desperate like this?...You are like the devil everyone warns to stay away from...” You attempted to take control of your body again, but you felt something pressed against you as you not only felt a hand on your hip, but another placed in front by your hand.

Sebastian was even more entranced, while you felt he was responsible for your craze, he blamed you for his craze towards you. Other people would feel guilt while in the bliss of pleasure, others feel a sense of betrayal for their partners, others feel used when the Head Butler of Phantomhive seemed to be intriguing enough to have his attention, but when there isn’t a direct order from Ciel to gather information, to get them to cooperate, he feels a sense of ferality since his interest is purely internal. His plans were to make you his; you can be feisty, you can be yourself, he was most amazed that a simple being such as yourself can manage to stir a demon with their core motivations. He just wanted you, but there were instances where he believed he was doing this because he was to be yours, and that did not sit well with him, which is why he would do everything to get you to submit to him first.

When Sebastian stood up, the chair sliding back, he pressed against you, "Are you scared of me?" He whispered into your ear, "Because I can assure you that even the devil can open your eyes to reality...” He taunts as he raised his hand to caress your exposed arm with his fingertips then grazing them with his black nails before placing on top of yours, interlacing with your fingers.

You whined desperately, turning your head slightly to glance at Sebastian who was smirking. Once again your flesh burned with passion as you feel him start discard your undergarments, the idea that you two were getting closer and closer to bond was filling you up with anticipation, with more shivers down your back. What surprised you was to see each piece of your dress in front of you as he asked you what they were called: he wanted you to continue to learn despite the situation you two were in.

"What is this?" He asks as he takes off each material. You grunted as he was testing your French by having you name every single material. Each time he removed something he would ask you and it was getting annoying. It was torture, hell, trying so hard not rip anything apart to get closer to become one.

After what felt like an eternity of hell of torture, you were naked in front of him. You realized how vulnerable you were in the position, offering yourself to the Head Butler of the Phantomhives and that made you cower slightly. Trembling, you tried to close up when you felt two soft hands placed on your back.

"Such a magnificent body you have, it's no wonder why everybody else wants you. Beauty like this deserves to be shown off...,but at this moment, and moments like these...you are mine alone." He whispered to you only, his ushered tone had a growl towards the end, like a predator growling in victory towards its prey. His fingers trailed up your back to the nape of your neck and held it in place as the other groped your breast.

You wondered when he had the opportunity to unbuckle his pants, but you shivered once you felt the head of his cock rubbing against your clit, a wanton moan releasing as your body pressed against him almost out of instinct.

"Mmm, desperate for more?~" Sebastian teased as he smirked devilishly, holding you in place as he rejected to further your pleasure.

"Please....please, Sebastian." You begged, tearing up, "Please..." you panted as you swayed your hips in an attempt to tempt him further.

Sebastian smirked and remained like that only to hear and see you move less and less. You tried waiting patiently, tried, but you simply closed your eyes and imagined the scenarios that made you blush. As you imagine him, your thoughts were quickly interrupted as he guided you to bend over the desk as he held your hips, "Distracted yet again, Miss. (L/N), my my. You are one persistent student, aren't you?" He snapped his hips towards, his cock rubbing against your entrance which startled you, "Patience 'will get you anywhere and everywhere', my dear." He reminds you before he proceeded to enter.

As you stiffened from the pressure of his member stretching you, you let out a strained moan as your hands gripped the edge of the table. Even Sebastian groaned subtly as you tightened around him and he calmly rubbed your back in a soft manner, "...W-was...Was this your first time?" He caught his breath as he eased the thrusting by removing himself until the hilt.

You involuntarily let out a breathy moan as he returned, thrusting in a steady pace. Each thrust felt more good and pleasurable than the last before you your hips pressed back against him. You even arched your back as you press back to feel his hips slap against you. The pace was increasing ever slightly, his breaths were audible as he let out breathy moans with your vocal ones. He had an immense grip on your hips that bruises were going to appear, but you didn’t mind. You would have to deal with that in the near future, at the moment you getting taken care of very good by the butler.

Sebastian let out a soft chuckle as he removed himself and proceeded to sit on the chair. You gasped and whined from frustration when you looked over your shoulder to see him sitting, his erection was resting against abdomen; the image alone was an unholy sight, for he had achieved his core motivation.

The way his hand rolled over to curl his finger into a “come hither” motion made you and your body responded by flowing with his hand. You turned around and watched as he accommodated his sitting position for you to sit on him once again. Facing forward, you rested your knees beside his thighs and remained uplifted as you stared into his enchanting crimson red eyes. His smirk widen -his bloody smirk- as he leaned forward to nip at your flesh. His arms entangled you in an embrace, but he held you down; he had successfully trapped you fully, he had you, not the other way around he thought you intended.

You took a deep breath as you felt him once more, but this time it felt different. The way he held you, the way he gazed into your eyes as your back arched and your head leaned back, mindlessly staring at the ceiling. He leaned forward once again only to lick at your mounds and made suckling motions over your harden nipples. His right arm wrapped around your waist and held you down as he thrusted into you unexpectedly with a steady speed.

Moaning and instinctively placing your hands through his raven locks, you tilted your head down only to look straight into his devilish eyes. He pulled away from your nipples as you tugged at his locks; his eyebrows twitched subtly as they furrowed slightly; lips were agape as he panted softly. There were sweat beads decorating his pale face as he let out soft moans, your blush darkening from the mysterious man himself,

“Are you e-enjoying the view, Miss. (L/N)?” He asked in his best attempt of a flustered tone, “You’ve gone back to your head once again, and just how would you feel good if trapped in there?” He bucked his hips which made you buck your hips in response. He pulled your body at an angle which trigger a hyper vocal activity, even your hand left his hair to cover your own mouth, closing your eyes to sense him intensely than before. There was an intense tingling sensation as your body took over control to reach their goal too.

As the speed and pressure built up, you had the courage to not only sit back up, but wrap your arms around his neck, curving forward so your mouth latched onto his neck, biting into it as he stiffened from the sudden move.

You had reached a point that you desperately wanted to increase the speed from how close you were, grinding against him; knowing him already, you were the one that had to obtain it instead of asking.

Sebastian was completely thrown off guard from the bite, his nails puncturing your skin as he stood up with you in his arms and laid you on the top of the desk, his hands gripping on your thighs, bruises would be appearing in a while, but he didn’t care as he aid in your goal, “A naughty girl indeed..” He panted, his eyes darkening, “Marking me in such a way is unforgivable...now I have no choice to reciprocate your feelings-”

Before you can even comprehend his intentions, you felt a sharp pain on your shoulders, your back arched forward as you cried out in pain, “S-sebastia-”

A hand covered your mouth, your voice muffled as he moaned as well into your shoulder.

As you came onto his girth member, he remained still as he tried to hold off, even his body shivered from the denial- the torture he put himself into when he purposely holds himself from pouring his pleasure into you. As your body shivered and bucked into the pleasure, you simply held onto him as you rode out your orgasm, the sensation of the building pressure continue to overwhelm, the feeling of pushing him off whilst holding him close was a dilemma.

As your eyes closed, you can feel him shift, you hear the rustling of clothes in a quick, yet slow manner. Instead of the clothes, you focused on yourself: your legs slightly shaking, your chest heaving as you breathed heavily, your cheeks burning, your body freezing from the sweat that had gone out to refresh you from the hot man in front of you.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to see him dressed up already. His deep red eyes maintained fixed on you as he fixed his tie, his smirk plastered on his facial features, “Miss. (L/N), I do believe the lesson over for now, I think it’s best for you to rest.” He offered his hand towards you while you just had come down from the high. You felt queasy, but it wasn’t it. No, you felt lighter, you felt fresh for some reason. Could the taboo act made you much bolder, could it have made you more experienced?

“...My dress.” You managed to croak out in English, your voice sounded hoarse and you blushed from embarrassment as your hand hovered over your mouth.

“Oh my...I think overstepped my boundaries a bit, my apologies my lady, I will prepare some tea to soothe your voice...We don’t want our lesson to go to waste.” He spoke in a matter-of-fact. You blushed as you averted your eyes from his as you nodded, “Y-yes...”

“Yes?” Sebastian’s eyebrow quirked slightly which you quickly corrected, “I mean, ‘Oui, monsieur’.”

When you saw him smile in a satisfied manner, you nearly sighed in relief, but you were now flustered and quiet from the ‘lesson’ that he performed to help you learn French. Without a doubt it left an impression you, an act of intimacy and vulnerabilities in a lovemaking surely stirred things up to help you remember words -events- more effectively.

While you were thinking, Sebastian helped you back in your dress, “I have to say, I didn’t know of such a strong bite from you, my lady. It was certainly an eye-opener.” He explained as he helped with a few items. When he got to the corset, he lifted you onto your feet and turned you around, “Hopefully you don’t forget about our time like...this” he whispered as he guided his hands across your abdomen which you instinctively let out a breathy moan, “Y-yes...I’m sure I’ll never forget about the event...” you stabled yourself as he pulled on the corset only to make you gasp from how tight he was pulling.

After a couple minutes, you both cleaned up the area and headed to your room to rest. Your voice felt raspy, nearly gone. When a surprise visit from Ciel caught your attention to ask about your lessons, Sebastian intervened for you, “I apologize young master, but realizing that Miss. (L/N) is tight on schedule for the ball, I had a trick under my sleeve to ensure she would capture the lesson, but...I believe I was too harsh on her.” He smirked lightly which you forced yourself to nod.

“...L-lost my voice a bit...” you confirmed, “But it’s not like a cup of tea won’t help.”

Ciel nodded slightly, glaring at Sebastian, “I’m sorry as well, I know Sebastian can be too rash with his studies, but if he does it again you can tell me. I’ll be in my office if needed- Sebastian, I want cake when you’re finished.” and he proceeded to walk to his study room.

“Yes, my lord.” Sebastian responded before guiding you to his bedroom.

“Couldn’t have been more obvious?”, You bit as you rested your hand on your neck.

Sebastian chuckled behind his fist as he arrived to the room, opening the door for you, “If you wanted me to, I could have.”

“You really have no shame, Mr. Michaelis, but please...I ask that you keep this our secret...I don’t want you to get in trouble as well as I...” You asked of him as you entered the room to sit on the bed.

Sebastian placed a hand over his chest as he leaned forward wit his eyes closed, “As you wish, I will keep it between us.” He stood up once again with his eyes open halfway.

You smiled small as you leaned against your hands behind you, “You’re so...intriguing Sebastian. One moment you are a shadow, the next...uhm, you are almost a beast, and right after that you are....back to a shadow- how?...” You sat up, “I’m...beyond tired- very tired- and you are still up and going to complete your duties.”

Unnecessary to withhold his smirk, his half-lid eyes glanced on your way, “Your observational skills never cease to overwhelm me, Miss. (L/N), however..” his voice got more stern as he got closer, “ I have mentioned before that if you look into someone, you might regret it later, so I advise you my lady to keep at bay..”

The closer he got, the more you look up to stare into his eyes, challenging him, “Temptation rises when provoked, so I suggest you stop provoking me, Mr. Michaelis. Because we...intertwined in a forbidden act, you opened the doors to temptation, my... I even have to take care of myself in order to walk through those doors again...”

The corners of his lips curved slightly, Sebastian took your statement into consideration, but as entertained as he was to continue this conversation, his duties in the manor made him realize he had to cut it short, “I do have a few ways to cure that, my lady.” he suggested, his tone completely changed from the previous ominous tone to the mischievous one he possessed earlier.

“Keep your tricks in your sleeve, please. I’m already exhausted from...your lesson there.” You huffed with a flustered face as you avoided eye contact once again. However, you failed to realize just how close he gotten. He reached out to your chin and pulled you close to him, “My lady, I have many tricks under my sleeve that I am not afraid to show you...four days is all I need.” He smirked darkly as he pulled away with a cheerful smile as he closed his eyes for the moment one again, “I will be right back with the tea as promised. In the meantime, please do relax and rest your voice...madam.” he added and proceeded to close the door behind him.

He left you speechless, knowing full well that his tricks were just promises ready to occur.

When Sebastian reached to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but rest against the door for a moment. After taking a deep breath, he chuckled darkly as he placed a hand over his face, “Sweet, sweet (Y/N), you drive me into a deep craze.” The hand hovered the side of the neck you bit him at. He was serious when he said you had a strong bite, and it wasn’t just that of muffling your moans. He strolled over to the counter and took out a knife to use as a mirror. He lowered his collar and managed to see a bruised bite-mark on his neck. His smirk widen and he clicked his tongue as he placed down the knife, “You’re a feisty one; I admire that.” He smiled darkly as he removed his coat to prepare the young lord his dessert.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~4 Days later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The music was soft and inviting, a subtle siren in your head to set the atmosphere of the ball. It was a slow drag from the violins which gave you strength to take a deep breath and walk forward to the crowd whom were laughing.

Ciel was conversing with a man -the truth being the other way around-, commenting and opinionating of events that bore the young master to a tremendous level, but he remained to act as if he was in interest to the best of his ability to focus on capturing a special guest. When the nobleman excused himself after recognizing an acquaintance, Ciel called forward Sebastian who stood behind him, “Sebastian, keep an eye on Miss. (L/N) and anyone she is speaking with, there may be a chance that she’s talking with him at this moment-” as he gave him his order, Ciel spotted you with someone casually talking in French. He stood there slightly impressed at your proficiency and commented instead, “Miss. (L/N) has a lot of confidence with her French, she even looks different from before.”

Sebastian smiled with his eyes closed as he respond, “Thank you my lord, it took a little more effort due to the time restraint, but additional teachings were added to ensure proficiency.”

Ciel eyed him for a moment, “Additional teachings? It didn’t involve something like close proximity did it?” He asked with a near disgust that his demon butler would go that far, but not surprised if he revealed the information.

Placing a finger over his lips, Sebastian responded, “Miss. (L/N) has asked me not to disclose any information regarding our situation young lord, but that should already tell you.”

Ciel’s eyebrow twitched before releasing a sigh, “...Unfortunately, it did.”

When he turned back to look at you, he audibly gasped when he didn’t see you there anymore, “Sebastian, track her.” He ordered with a slight urgency in his voice,

Bowing his head, Sebastian replied, “yes, my lord.” and he walked from his master to find you.

While the dynamic duo were talking, you were having a conversation with someone that was visiting a friend. It became so casual and so friendly that the two of you had walked over to the table to take a few pieces of snacks.

His name was Jacque Arias, born into a family that dealt with the fabric industry in South France, you thought having a good friendship with him would help Miss. Hopkins with future business after you explained to him that you worked as a tailor for her.

As you took a drink from your glass, he spoke: “I am so relieved to finally have something to go to, if I had to stay in the office one more night I would have gone insane.”

“So you like parties to distract yourself from work?”

He nods, “Yes, and to meet lovely ladies that could potentially be my future wife, like yourself.” He smiled small with a slight tilt of his head.

You blushed from hearing this, stiffening slightly, “Searching for a wife? Me? Surely you gist, sir. I am merely just a tailor intern.” You explain to him, ‘At least for the time being, I like having those small arguments with Sebastian,’ you admitted in thought.

He reached forward to your hand only to caress, "A beautiful intern no less-...it maybe my imagination, but perhaps the party has tire me out. Shall we go somewhere more...silent? Somewhere we can be more intimate?"

You were ready to say no, already losing the interest of a business partner potential. If he wanted to marry you, for some reason you felt it was your choice to choose, and you wanted to choose someone that perhaps wasn't necessarily available to be taken, and you responded, "I don't want to offend you, but-"

He took your hand in his and lightly started guiding you out, "Then let's enjoy nature together." He suggested, "I...I don't-" You glanced around to see the mysterious man himself offering glasses to the guests, but he also glanced at your way. You noticed the faint smirk before he tilted his head forward, 'Go.' You felt him say before he went back to attend with the rest of the guests.

Almost feeling your body going light, you then followed the man ahead of you with a light smile.

It was chilly, your skin shivered to make some warmth, "Are you cold? I'll call up my carriage." He offered as he took off her coat, "In the meantime, here." He placed the coat over your shoulders, "I'll be right back." And he walked with a rushed speed.

You were surprised to see his nice side as he was going to get the carriage. You were suddenly curious about taking his offer, but you wanted to reject by the interaction at the table. Giving him the second chance to see him truly, you decided to wait outside than inside where it was warm.

Waiting patiently for a couple minutes, you felt your body shiver once again, but you subconsciously glanced around. You felt like someone was staring at you- stalking you. It felt uneasy for you, your hands tightening the coat around your body while you made your way back to the manor so you would at least be with someone before you spotted someone in pitch black. You almost called out his name until your eyes widen at the revelation.

While the ball was still in place and everyone was blissful at the moment, with the earl holding in his disinterest in people and balls overall, Sebastian kept a close connection with you. He immediately recognized the man you were with and knowing how humans seemed to be believe they were mated with one intense session, he just had to play the role of the silent lover, granting the permission for you to be with the next chaperone,

The atmosphere was filled with a wave of chattering, the laughter whether genuine or filled with arrogance, Sebastian could listen to all with depth. He listened to the piece played by the string quartet and multi-task with his butler duties. Suddenly, he heard a change in the quartet, a new piece was to be played and he listened.

The violins and violoncello were stroked rapidly in the next piece that it threw people off guard. They were not expected such an allegro tempo from the players: notes raised, dropped, the moments of silence, the notes raising a subtle anxiety from the audience even Sebastian felt it. He felt the anxiety, he felt -for a moment- his heart beating faster and faster and he turned to glance at the young master only for him to just watch the quartet as well. In that instant, he heard your panting with his demonic ears, it was the only thing that stand out from the silent crowd and the musicians ahead of him.

He strolled to the head of the family and bent over at his height only to whisper by his ear to prohibit eavesdropping. While Ciel watched ahead, his full attention was for the demon.

“Sebastian, I order you to find him and bring both of them back here after the ball.” He ordered with the ushered tone as the butler replied: “Yes, my lord.” before smirking at the slight liberation in his current state.

Previous Part/ Final Part

~Translations~

1: Tonight I will be given to the darkness, I have but myself to the prince of darkness. Oh Crow allow my body to help in your pleasure as your life has been done with the pain that humanity as it (cut out: brought/ apporté.)

2:Pleasure

3: “Good Now...”The moment I laid my eyes on you, I was enchanted by your beauty. I had hoped you worked for Miss. Hopkins, and you proved yourself in front of her as well as the young master; talented and beautiful, I wanted you.

I have you in my hands, your heart is beating fast, your body is flushing- I know you want me just as well, and at any moment you falter in your French lessons, I will make sure you remember my hands, my body, my voice. You will never forget me as well as the beautiful language of French is in your possession.”

4. we will speak in French

A/N: Tell me why I spent over 45 minutes searching the music sheet for the Diabolic Waltz and Danse Macabre (Can you blame me? It’s amazing work.) only to confirm or learn from parts where in the music because I am an overachiever and I go all out when I attempt to describe the music without being “the music played louder” come on, I didn’t spend two years in the marching band and be discriminated for being a woman and a semester in Music Appreciation in college for NOTHING- TEMPO, FORTE (Brother save me, this is my call for you to save me, this has gone way too far even for my own sake).

P.S. I am saying it again: Do not forget about my brother, Caffeine, he makes exclusive and waaaaay better stories than I. Just look under #caffeine for more of his content as well as a list of the media he covers for any requests/commissions.

#black butler #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis smut #sebastian michaelis nsft #kuroshitusji #sebastian michaelis x reader smut #chaos

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Secret Smokes (Part 8)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship, Slowburn, angst, jealousy, fluff

Word Count: 2240

A/N: Merry Christmas I hope yours is better than mine is going this year, as usual, I apologise for the wait. If you all give me some love on this Part 9 will be out in the next few days I won't make you wait this time. Have a wonderful Christmas!

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Weeks leading up to Christmas break felt like a blur of happy memories. You and your classmates were growing more and more nostalgic over the fact that it's your last Christmas at the castle. The decorations were beautiful as always and everyone's spirits seemed a bit more positive as these were the last weeks before you had to really focus on your exams. You grew closer with more people thanks to your friendship with Sebastian however your favourite person in the castle was always Remus.

You would meet most evenings sometimes on the bridge but increasingly more often in his office for a cup of tea and to listen to muggle vinyl records. The rule was no alcohol, no touching and no "dear" and sticking to those rules meant your friendship could blossom. It felt like hanging out at a friends house a lot more than being in your professors office. Some nights you would spend the evening with your friends but most nights were unofficially reserved for Remus. He introduced you to some music you've never heard of and you introduced him to some things he's surprisingly not encountered. "What do you mean you haven't heard Cosmic dancer by T.Rex, come on Remus I thought you knew your shit, it's like from your decade." You said laughing sitting on his large office armchair.

"Watch your language young lady. I listened to some amazing shit, I mean this one." He said pulling out a rare Bowie vinyl. "This one has songs you've never heard of girl and that's Bowie." He explained eccentrically.

"Well you don't own a single Smiths vinyl."

"The people who buy Morrissey record are the same as the ones who hate people just because they're muggle born." He said sternly placing his mug down on the desk.

"That's harsh."

"I believe it." He stated without hesitation. Remus had strong opinions when it came to music especially music that he grew up with but it was always fun to share this world of music with him, he felt younger when he spoke about music it's like he was transported back to just being a teen. You'd always leave Remus's office just before curfew but you kept a note in your pocket signed by him saying you're coming back from detention incase anyone stopped you. It was all working, a bit too well.

Snow began to fall two weeks before and as soon as you and your friends saw it you ran outside to celebrate throwing snow balls and acting like kids. You saw Remus speaking to Mcgonagall outside, he wasn't dressed for winter wearing just his classic suit jacket which was slightly too big on him. He looked up at the sky in awe while speaking to her, you could see he was also adoring the surroundings, you caught his eye as you were looking in his direction, you smiled and gave him a wave and he smiled softly back, that was it before someone threw a snow ball at you initiating another round of war. It was nice to be so carefree. You and the Weasleys decided to make your way up to Hogsmeade to experience it in the snow as it was always beautiful covered in snow, you got some hot chocolate and walked through the village. While standing under the three broom sticks with the last few sips of your hot chocolate you felt a snowball hit the back of your head. "Hey! Who was that?" You shouted turning around to see Remus standing there with his hands in his pocket, he looked straight behind him pretending to be confused and pointed with his thumb behind him while the other hand stayed firmly tucked in his pocket. "I think he went that way." His face turned into a smile soon after as he couldn't even fake it not being him.

"Professor you don't know the battle you've started." You said playfully.

"I fought in the Wizard war a bunch of students is nothing." He said and at that very moment he was bombarded with snowballs from every angle curtiste of the Weasley's, you and a little basic magic. Moments like this made you remember how life was okay, you might've spent years hating Hogwarts but Remus helped you see the good in the magical world. Lessons seemed a lot easier in the last few weeks of term, teachers paid less attention to teaching more to enjoying the last few weeks. DADA turned mostly practical with duelling becoming a more common event in class, it was everyone's favourite lessons as it was just fun practicing using spells. Remus would turn on some of those very familiar vinyls, he would always smile and joke around as students attempted different spells. The only thing that ached was not being able to be normal around him, you couldn't tease each other, comment on the songs, it felt like you had a huge secret to hide. You and Remus would always share a quick glance and smile when a particular song came on that was either a inside joke or a recent conversation, it felt like your own little secret and it felt good. No matter how many girls would flirt with him or ask him to hold their arm as they preformed a spell it was you who he couldn't keep his eyes off.

You asked your parents to send you a book and a vinyl for a friend, it was always amusing when muggle post arrived as it was stamped normally and not just bought with an owl. You purchased some Christmas themed wrapping paper in Hogsmeade and began to wrap all the presents you bought for your friends, some smaller than others just a few prank materials for the Weasleys, for Sebastian you got a signed edition of his favourite book and of course for Professor R.J. Lupin it was the most special present. You wrote a dedication in the book for Lupin "To my dear friend, thank you for showing me that the wizarding world is magical and thank you for all the secret smokes. Hogwarts feels like home with you in it Moony. Yours, Y/N" You were excited to give it to him and see how he reacts. You were worried he'd find you giving him a gift inappropriate or too much but at the same time it felt wrong not to get him something after how close you've grown. You went to his classroom for your usual evening catch up. Drinking tea while he had a record playing and catching up on each others days. Today you were finishing one of your last assignments that was due before the Christmas break for positions obviously because who else would set an assignment so close to Christmas. Remus was doing some marking but also helping you and answering any questions you had. Once you finished your assignment you shut the book and signed in relief, Remus was already done by this point just reading a book waiting for you to finish.

"Where are you spending Christmas this year?" You blurted out while you collected your parchment and put it in your bag.

"I'm considering staying in the castle this year there's not much for me to go home to if I'm being honest." He seemed slightly uncomfortable at the question.

"Where is home?" You asked curiously.

"Yorkshire, small cottage in the middle of nowhere." He looked proud of his home.

"How middle of nowhere? How far is the nearest shop?"

"Probably a forty minute walk if not more and that's just a petrol station garage, the closest village is over an hour away."

"Do you ever get lonely?"

"Sometimes... but it's safer for me to live far from people." He looked away not making eye contact with you as he said the words.

"You're not the monster you think you are. You're too harsh on yourself, you should spend Christmas and new years with friends and family not at work or locked away in your cottage."

He smiled gently. "Where will you be? Staying or going?"

"Going. My parents miss me, and I miss them so no matter how much I would love to spend one last Christmas with friends, family comes first."

"I'm sure Sebastian was devastated to hear that you're leaving." He said in a not too friendly tone

"What? I don't understand why?" You questioned.

"Nothing, besides I'm sure you'll be holding hands by New Year's Eve."

"The only thing I'll be holding on New Year's Eve is the tv remote and a glass of champagne while I watch the fireworks from the comfort of my parents sofa."

"When are you coming back to the castle? When term starts or later?"

"Probably just after new years I'd like the last few days to enjoy it here before exam season kills me."

"That's very wise of you but I'm sure exams won't kill you."

"I still don't know how to cast a partonus Remus."

"I'll help you. I may not be able to keep my promise of ending tutoring before Christmas but if you allow me a few more sessions when you're back I'll make sure you have nothing to worry about when exams start."

"Thank you, I guess you were right that you'll make tutoring fun... a part of me never wants it to end I really do enjoy duelling now."

"That makes me so happy to hear." He replied gently. "When do you leave for home?" He continued.

"Tomorrow after breakfast." You saw and his smile dropped.

"Oh, I didn't realise you were leaving so soon."

"Yeah, I'm picking up shifts at my muggle job to have some muggle money to buy presents with so I decided to take the first train to London. Although I will really miss seeing the castle in the snow."

"I bought too much tea and milk." He said with a sad tone.

"We can drink it when I'm back." You said with fake enthusiasm that wasn't tricking either of you.

"The milk will go off and the tea will dry out waiting for you to come back."

"Sounds like we need to drink a lot of tea tonight." You said lighting the mood.

"Perhaps we do. Now neither of us goes to bed until it's all gone."

"It'll take hours."

"I'm prepared to stay here all night and all day even if it means you'll miss your train tomorrow." He said making the two of you laugh.

"I bought you a present." You changed the topic.

"For me?"

"Who else would it be for if I bought you a present?"

"Hold on, I've gotten you something too." He said standing up and going into the annexed room which was presumably his private quarters. You heard a lot of rummaging around in his room before he came back with two small items wrapped in brown paper. "Do we open them now?" He asked softly.

"Wait until Christmas, so you don't forget about me while I'm gone."

"How could I dear?" His words burned to hear. A moment of silence fell upon the two of you where tension grew and all you did was stare into each others eyes as he broke the rules. After a moment he moved slightly back and cleared his throat. "How will I thank you if you're gone?"

"Write to me." You stated and he nodded gently.

You left soon after as it was getting late, it was hard to leave, you wanted to hug him to thank him for the presents but instead you waved him bye from the doorway. On the train back to London you daydreamed about what could've happened if you stayed in the castle, what would Christmas with Remus look like?

You imagined sitting in front of the fireplace with him, listening to Christmas vinyls and opening presents, how soft he would look in a Christmas jumper. You imagined what it would be like to go walk in the snow drinking a hot toddy or a mulled wine while you explore Hogsmeade on Christmas. The anticipation of what was in the present from him was killing you and you decided to open it on the train breaking your promise of waiting until Christmas. You opened the smaller package first it was a small metal tin for cigarettes with a small drawing of a camel standing on a bridge on the front. You opened the second one and it was a book about muggles in the wizarding world, on the first page Remus had written a small note to you.

"My dearest Y/N,

You've been such a important part of my first year teaching at Hogwarts I wanted to show my gratitude. You are one of the most impressive witches I've ever met and I am so privileged to be able to spend time in your company.

This book was my fathers, I hope you don't mind me giving you something pre-loved however I couldn't find another copy of this book. He used to tell me stories from this book of great muggle born witches and wizards and how they used their abilities to help muggles, I hope it inspires you for the future.

I've also charmed the cigarette box for you so if you say the words "healthy lifestyle" while tapping the front they will become invisible so you won't have to worry about being caught, I'm guessing this will become useful while you're home over Christmas I'm sorry for encouraging your addiction dear.

Once again thank you for all you have done for me this past year, I'll never forget the lake.

Yours, Remus."

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SCARS AND PEACE AND COMFORT MASTERLIST

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Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader (with a face scar)

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut

Synopsis: He was there to give you confidence, attention, comfort, and you were there to give him peace - and so much more.

NOTES: This is a series of one-shots that can be read individually, but also portray the same characters and their developing relationship. (There are also some spin-offs under EXTRAS.)

OVERALL WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Size difference. Age gap. Established student/teacher relationship.

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Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 3.5k

Synopsis: He was there to give you confidence, attention, comfort, and you were there to give him peace.

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Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 4.5k

Synopsis: A much-needed massage turns into something much more sensual.

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Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 6.3k

Synopsis: He gave you confidence, you gave him a bad case of jealousy.

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Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 5.1k

Synopsis: In the aftermath of a rough night, you find yourself easing his pain, while you embrace your own.

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Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader (x Aesop Sharp) Genre: Angst/Drama // Words: 3.8k

Synopsis: Sebastian finds out about your affair with a certain Potions Master.

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Boys and men of Potions Class

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Aesop Sharp in black & white

Aesop Sharp in black & white (again)

Aesop Sharp in black & white (again...)

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Genevieve x Professor Sharp

Genevieve x Sharp

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with-love-anu · 4 years

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Chances

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Sirius is the asshole of your group who seems bent on pissing you off

Warnings: Swearing, Sirius being a bully

Word Count: 1,848

Asshole. He was a complete nauseating asshole. Honestly you didn’t know why you let him get that much to you. You tried to breathe. That fucking man-child Sirius just ruined your notes. Those notes you spent so much time creating and what was his response again? Ooopsie.

“(Y/n), you’re really scary when you are angry.” Sirius said performing spells to repair the damage.

“Am I?” you scoffed. “Perhaps, if I would have been, people would not try to test me!”

“Hey calm down, chill, okay?” He said with a smirk that made you wish to rip his mouth. “Here’s your notes; as good as new.”

He looked smug at the moment, gesturing the notes towards you as if trying to calm a rabid dog. Argghhh. Maybe you would become one, Sirius was in fact capable of bringing out worst in people. You snatched your notes and went away with a huff.

“You can thank me later!” Sirius called after you.

He hated you. That had become a well known fact. Why? You had no idea. You remembered being actually friends with him once. Good friends. Then one day, he just turned cold. You had tried to talk to him. But between him ignoring you completely and him shouting, “Are you that dumb, I don’t want to talk to you; move along!!” in front of the great hall you got the message. You remember running into the washroom and crying your eyeballs out. After that you stopped talking to him. You still hung out with Remus and James. Whenever he would be in the group, he would sometimes make snarky remarks at you, or ignore you otherwise. You would reply back with a scoff or just roll your eyes and continue your conversation with others. It hurt, it really did; but you had mastered to not let it show.

It was the potions class. Professor Slughorn had placed a golden yellow potion in front of you all. It looked gorgeous. Bubbles burst around, making it look heavenly. You fidgeted in excitement. You knew what it was.

“Can anyone tell me what this is?” the professor asked. You shot your hand up immediately.

“Yes, Miss (Y/l/n)?”

“Felix Felicis, also called "Liquid Luck", is a potion that makes the drinker lucky for a period of time, during which everything they attempt will be successful. It is meant to be used sparingly, however, as it causes giddiness, recklessness, and dangerous overconfidence if taken in excess.” You said in one breath.

“Oh, so you took it today before coming to class?” Sirius sneered and everyone rolled out laughing causing your cheeks to burn. You stared straight ahead not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction. You bit your tongue. Your mother taught you, bullies would always try to get on your nerves, to reply or remark back will only make them stronger.

“Be nice to them, it will have a far greater effect. Help everyone and never speak words full of hatred. Doing that you not only hurt the person you say it to but also yourself. We don’t get to choose people who come into our lives, they maybe good or bad. Most of them will disappoint you, hurt you; but you must remember- you are stronger. I am in no way am telling you to let people take advantage of your generosity. You will be stronger because you didn’t cause the same pain which made you want to kill them, smack them, kick them in the shins so they cry out.” You giggled. Your mother smiled.

“Let go. Move on. Ignore them. It takes strength, it’s a power that belongs only to the greatest of men.”

But urge to smack him right in the face so his jaw broke was so damn strong. You took a deep breath, in and out.

“Mr. Black! How dare you! You just insulted one of my best students. You need the potion much more than she does, even to pass this class! So, I would insist you to take out your book and start studying.”

You did not expect that. People around you snickered and snorted. You didn’t dare look at Sirius. You wanted to smile, but you couldn’t. You remembered him sitting for hours in the library with Remus to work on potions. Perhaps, this was a bit too harsh.

***

You were all sitting in the library, talking about the upcoming hogsmede weekend.

“My Lily flower here, has finally agreed to go out with me as a couple!” James said putting an arm around Lily. Lily blushed.

“Well, you did promise me anything I want from honeydukes.” She told him leaning into James embrace.

“(Y/n) what about you, got any plans?” Remus asked.

“You’re asking (Y/n)? I doubt she could get a date in a million years being the know it all, we all know she is.”

You sucked a breath. James and Remus glared at him and were ready to launch when someone put an arm around you.

“(Y/n), babe?” you turned to see Sebastian standing close behind you.

Sebastian and you were weird friends. You were completely honest with one-another, understanding each-others choices and flirted with each other for fun. You would definitely count him as one of your best friends.

“Guys can I borrow my girl for a moment?” Sebastian said flashing a grin towards your friends. My girl? What was he doing?

Everyone nodded and Sebastian took you a little away, but you were sure everyone could still see you. You raised an eyebrow at Sebastian when he placed his hands on the sides of your waist.

“Listen (Y/n), I heard that ass-hole talk shit about and I couldn’t help it. You’re one of prettiest, kindest girls in school and I would have taken you out any day but that would just have complicated things between us.”

He was helping you?

“God! Am I that pathetic?” You said looking away not sure what felt worse.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I am just going to assume you didn’t say that. Really? You believing that piece of shit now?”

You let out a small laugh smiling at Sebastian.

“You’re the best!” you said sniffing.

“Of course I am! I am bloody perfect, darling!” he said kissing your cheek.

“Okay, so you are coming with me next hogsmede weekend. We’ll show those fuckers what a perfect couple looks like.” He said with a glint in his eyes.

You laughed.

“Is that so, honey?” you said playing with his tie.

“Oh yes, baby girl!” he said with a wink, leaving.

Unknowns’ to you Sirius watched your interaction with Sebastian with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. He hated it. He hated himself. He was in love with you since the 2nd year and in the process of realizing it he panicked. He thought maybe if he was mean to you, you would hate him and return the favor. But you never did. You continued to behave civilly to him and even came forward to help him when he was struggling. And how did he repay you? By being an ass. His heart clenched every single time he teased you to get on your nerves and his stomach twisted in knots. He could never have you. Not someone as sweet as you.

***

You were going through the corridors when you heard shouts. You turned and sprinted towards their direction. You saw Avery and Mulciber dueling with Sirius. They shot a spell towards him and he fell back.

“Expelliamus!!” you shouted and caught their wands. They widened their eyes.

“You’ll get these back from Slughorn” you said in a sharp tone that left no arguments. They huffed and walked away. You turned towards Sirius. Shit he was bleeding.

“Fuck- that’s a nasty cut Sirius!” you said concerned. You concentrated and performed some healing spells. Sirius watched you intensely.

“This is going to sting, okay?” you said to Sirius but all he did was stare with an expression you couldn’t quite place. So, you returned to patching him up, trying not to squirm under his gaze.

He hissed. You gulped and tried not to shake. After you finished, you helped him stand. You looked at him and noticed he was still watching you.

“I’m gonna go and give these to Slughorn,” you said indicating the wands. “You go back to the common room and eat something, preferably chocolate.”

“Why?” he said his eyes not leaving you.

“Why what?” you asked confused.

“Why did you help me, even though I am so awful to you?” he asked.

You huffed. So, that is what this is about. As angry you were at him all the time, you couldn’t see him being beaten mercilessly.

“I am a prefect. I am supposed to stop fights.” You said as you turned to leave.

“I’m sorry” he called out loud. You turned and said, “What?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being the biggest pile of dip-shit you’ve ever seen. For every single mean comment I said not meaning it. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass, for being so bloody damn rude even though all you’ve ever been was sweet to me.”

You stared at him. He was apologizing?

“You’re a great person (Y/n), I don’t think I’ve seen anyone match your beauty or your wit. You’re so generous that I sometimes wonder if it’s humanely possible, whether you’re real. You help anyone and everyone if they need it, never asking anything in return. And I’m grateful and thankful for how you’ve treated me and am insanely humiliated at my own behavior.” Sirius huffed. It felt like every single thing he had pent up was coming out. He wanted to shout, to scream, to let this wonderful girl standing near him know, know that she was amazing, that he was sorry, that he… he liked her so damn much it had started to hurt him. Breathing deeply he looked at her.

You were stunned. You didn’t know what to say. Your ex-friend was giving you all these praises and compliments and sincerely apologizing for being a goddamn git. You knew for a fact that the word “sorry” never came out of Sirius’s mouth; not even for teachers.

“Well, say something?” Sirius said in a small voice.

“I don’t know what to say. You’ve been so rude to me since so many years that I started to be disappointed on just seeing you. Now, you’re saying all these things, which are flattering but, how could I forgive you in just one day? How could I forget what you did to me?”

“Don’t. I want to ask for a chance, to remedy what I did wrong. I know it can’t be done overnight, but I’ll makeup for it eventually. I promise.” He said sincerely.

“Work for it. If I think you're as sincere and want my friendship as much as you say, I'll give you a chance. Not a moment before.” You said. Sirius nodded slowly. You took a deep breath turning and leaving. What did you just agree to?

A/N: Let me know what you think!

#sirius #sirius black #siriusxreader #sirius imagine #marauders imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders x reader #my work #Anu writes

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sinner-as-saint · 5 years

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MY (very smutty) Master List

Headcanons (MULTI FANDOM)

Fics:

Stucky x Reader

Well Deserved Throne

Well Deserved Throne (Sequel)

Home

A Hundred Years

Heaven (Stucky Royal AU)

Haven

I Did Something Bad - part 1

I Did Something Bad - part 2

you’re no saint (mob!stucky)

good girl

Bucky Barnes Fics

Questions

Safe Haven (Post Endgame Bucky)

Rescue Me (Post Endgame Bucky)

Longing

Obscure (dark! Bucky)

All My Love (Chubby! Bucky)

Heaven (stucky Royal AU)

Santa and Sunshine

Tempestuous Series (Royal AU)

Biker! Bucky

To You (Alpha! Bucky AU)

Spark (Firefighter!Bucky AU)

A Sweeter Place - Mob! Bucky

Eye For An Eye (ceo!bucky series)

Hundred and three (birthday special)

All Yours (professor!reader x uni student!bucky)

Predestined (mob!bucky series)

Hostage Of Your Eyes (mob!bucky series)

Love Made Me Crazy (ceo!bucky/mob!bucky series)

Fire On Fire (firefighter!bucky)

Another World (alien!bucky series)

À la folie (prince!bucky hc)

You Know Just What I Need (spoilt!brat bucky x head of security!reader)

Twilight Moments With You (ex mob!bucky x reader)

You Bring Me Home (mechanic!bucky x reader)

Power Over Me (ceo/soft dom!bucky x sub!reader series)

You Were Made To Be Mine (pirate!bucky x mermaid!reader series)

Too Young To Love You (chubby!bucky x reader)

My Favorite Kind Of Night (camboy!bucky series)

Safe and Sound (Bucky Barnes x librarian!reader)

Unleashed (doctor!bucky x reader)

Take You Like A Drug (biker bucky barnes x reader)

Poison Paradise (fratboy/biker bucky)

Let Me Love You (ceo!bucky)

Wreck My Plans (mob!bucky)

‘yes daddy’ (sambucky x reader)

my sweet love (uni student!bucky x professor!reader)

‘till we bleed out (vampire!bucky series)

purpose (mob bucky)

The Unseen (hades!bucky)

we can’t stop, we’re enemies (bucky x avenger!reader)

Crawling Back To You

I am your fall (mob!bucky x ex-spy!reader)

War of Hearts (prince!bucky x dark fae!reader)

I saw you and I knew (biker!bucky)

Come Home (soft mob!bucky)

Night Hours (Mob!Bucky)

Yours To Wield (Mob!Bucky series)

My Salvation (Police Chief!Bucky)

Wherever You Stray, I Follow (demon!bucky series)

Into Your Arms (mob!bucky)

the first time (beefy!bucky)

Ruin (mini series) (mob!bucky x innocent!reader)

my home for all seasons (bucky barnes x hades!Reader)

Fall Apart

Good To You (boyfriend’s dad!mob!bucky)

pretty boy

birthday boy

king in your story (viking!bucky)

you next to me (punk!bucky)

you’re no saint

sub!bucky w/ mommy kink

like a villain (bucky x avenger!reader)

wanna be yours (uni au)

quickie w/ mob!bucky

soft like winter (dark!mob!bucky)

Crossfire series (mob!bucky)

middle of the night (bucky x avenger!reader)

meddle about (mob!bucky x babysitter!reader)

cuffing season (beefy!bucky uni au)

we can make it till the end

heartless / heartless pt 2 (incubus!bucky)

you’re no good for me

I loved you in secret (mob!bucky x detective!reader)

stealing hearts (mob!bucky x thief!reader)

I’m insane, but I’m your baby (dark!sugar baby!bucky)

not without you (viking!bucky x witch!reader)

run for your life (mob!bucky)

stuck with you

meaner than my demons

Capital Letters series (COMPLETED)

Capital Letters (part 1)

Capital Letters (part 2)

Capital Letters (part 3)

Nat/ Wanda x Reader

Unconditional (Natasha x reader & Wanda x reader)

Tony Stark

Go ahead and cry, Little Girl. (Tony Stark)

Secret Series (Stony x Reader)

Evanstan x Reader

Call An Avenger (Evanstan x Reader)

Call An Avenger (Sequel)

Sebastian Stan

Convergence Of The Twain (Professor Sebastian Stan)

As Long As You’re With Me

De Trop

Nobody Does It Like You Do

Ardor (Artist! Seb)

Drabble #1

Drabble #2

Drabble #3

Drabble #4

Drabble #5

Limerencia Series.

I Think He Knows (Headcanon)

Adore You (Professor! Seb HC)

You Can Be My Full Time Daddy (sugar daddy! seb HC)

Professor! Seb HC

Jealous! Seb HC

Teacher’s Pet (professor!seb x reader)

Lover (innocent!Seb x Mob!Reader)

Predestined (ceo!seb series)

Daylight (ceo!reader x personal assistant!seb)

Strawberries & Cigarettes (Frank x Reader)

Afterglow (mob!seb x surrogate!reader)

King Of My Heart (devil!seb)

Cherries and Wine (sugar baby!seb)

illicit affairs (mob!seb)

Take It Off (mob!seb hc)

His Obsession. (mob!seb x housekeeper!reader)

All For Love

Somebody Else (cherry!seb)

Peter Parker

One and Only (Peter Parker Headcanon) (Fluff)

Dom! Peter

Winter Soldier

Tough Love (The Winter Soldier Headcanon) (Angst)

Steve Rogers

Ocean Eyes (Steve Rogers Post Endgame Smut / Angst)

Muffin (Steve Rogers Drabble) (Fluff)

Valentine

Secret Series (Stony x Reader)

Heaven (stucky Royal AU)

Deal With The Devil (Devil!Steve AU)

Surrender (iw!Steve x reader)

Burning Desire

Snowstorms & Snuggles (ceo!steve)

Trouble, Trouble (drysdale twins! steve)

Daddy’s Little Pet

I’ll Be Your Baby (sugar daddy!steve x reader)

Can’t Get Enough (fuckboy!steve x reader)

when no one is around (butler!bucky x reader)

Slow Hands

Just A Little Too Much (dark mob!steve)

Devilish (drysdale twins x reader)

Loved You First

Chain You Up (mob!steve x stripper!reader)

Another Love

My Everything (viking!steve)

In The Dark

In The Dark 2

just close your eyes (mob!steve)

Where I Belong (hades!steve)

you’re no saint

show me (professor!steve)

haunting you (dark!steve)

some ancient call (gargoyle!steve)

Mob! Seb (Back For You series) COMPLETED.

Back For You (Mob! Seb) 1

Want You Back (Mob! Seb) 2

Kill For You (Mob! Seb) 3

Run To You (Mob! Seb ) Part 4

Next To You (Part 5)

See You Again (Part 6)

By Your Side (part 7)

Home With You (part 8)

Mob! Seb with kids

Destroyer! Chris

Everything is Blue

Haunted

Without You

Biker! Chris x shy! reader

Mob! Seb (Sebastian Stan AU)

Revere

Bad Reputation

Cherry

A Sweeter Place

Afterglow

Lover of Mine

illicit affairs

Take It Off

Mob!Seb nsfw Alphabet

All For Love

Can’t Stay Away From Me

Somebody Else

Mafia! Bucky

Bad Guy (Mafia! Bucky)

Yours To Wield

Jake Gyllenhaal

Home (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Bath Tub

Mob! Jake

Dom! Jake hc

Thor Odinson.

Thunder’s Call

Bodyguard! Thor AU hc

Shining Like A God.

The Witcher / Geralt Of Rivia

Golden

Geralt of Rivia HC

Bottom! Geralt HC

Steamy argument with Geralt

Fight and make up with Geralt

Geralt of Rivia with shy/innocent! Reader

White Wolves

Bottom!Geralt drabble

Ransom Drysdale hc 1

Ransom Drysdale x innocent! reader

Ransom x step! sister reader

Ransom x bratty! reader

Ransom Drysdale hc 2

Ransom finding reader’s sex toys hc

Drysdale Twins x reader 1

Drysdale Twins x reader 2

Ransom Drysdale hc 3

Drysdale Twins w/ breeding kink

soft! ransom hc

Burning Desire

Good For You (mob!ransom)

Taste Of Your Lips (royal au series)

Trouble, Trouble (drysdale twins)

Don’t Want You Like a Bestfriend

Yes to Heaven (ransom x housekeeper!reader)

Devilish (Drysdale Twins x Reader)

I’ll Be Good

ransom & lloyd x reader

Bathroom sex with Loki

Cold Hands (jotun!loki x adgardian!reader)

Andy Barber (from Defending Jacob)

Love in the Dark (CEO! AU)

Pubs & Pillow Talks

Burning Desire

The same damn hunger (bartender!reader x andy barber)

Delicate

‘yes daddy’ (sambucky x reader)

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Morpheus / Dream of the Endless / Sandman:

dreams that are answered (Morpheus x reader)

little nightmare

after dark

until i find you

morpheus x succubus!reader

lonely nights are over

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thorne93 · 4 years

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Masterlist

Updated as of 8/10/2020

Crossovers:

Unforseen Chasm (X-Men and Avengers) - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Fire and Ice (X-Men and Avengers) - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Caught in the Act (Criminal Minds and Supernatural) - Spencer Reid x Reader

Things Left Unsaid (John Wick and The Night Manager) - John Wick x Reader x Jonathan Pine

Past Vs Present (Loki and Star Wars) - Loki x Reader x Anakin Skywalker

The Newcomer (The Covenant & Witches of East End) - Chase Collins x Reader

Aftermath (Avengers and XMen) - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Inside The Criminal Mind (Criminal Minds and Dexter) - Spencer Reid x Reader ft. Dexter

Supernatural:

Dean:

Three’s Company - Dean x Reader x Sam

TD Challenge - Dean, Crowley (no pairing)

Together Forever - Dean x Reader

Happy Birthday - Dean x Reader

Smut / NSFW Drabbles

One Hell of a Surprise - Dean x Reader

Sam:

Crazy in Love - Sam x Reader

Three’s Company - Dean x Reader x Sam

Castiel:

His Hero - Castiel x Reader (Best Friends)

Jack Kline:

Inexplicable Fate - Jack x Reader

Crowley:

The Saddest Thing about Betrayal - Crowley x Reader x Lucifer

TD Challenge - Dean, Crowley (no pairing)

Lucifer:

The Saddest Thing about Betrayal - Crowley x Reader x Lucifer

Benny:

One Year - Benny x Reader

Team Free Will:

Goodbye - Dean, Sam, Cas, OC’s (no pairing)

A Gift for a Friend (Smut) - Dean x Lois (OC) x Cas, Lexi (OC) x Sam

Marvel:

12 Days of Christmas ft Thor, Remy Lebeau, Peter Parker, Dr. Stephen Strange, Pietro

Stan Lee University

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Charles Xavier/Professor X:

The Explanation - Charles x OC (self)

Hard Headed - Charles x Reader

Closing Time - Charles x Reader

Trouble in Paradise - Charles x Reader / Stryker x Reader

Signs - Charles x Reader (featuring other X-Men)

United We Stand - Charles x Reader

Days of Future’s Past - Charles x Reader

Table Turn - Charles x Reader

The Right Path - Charles x Reader (Erik friend)

Silver Lining - Charles x Reader

Undying Love - Charles x Reader

Steve Rogers/Captain America:

Once Upon A Dream - Steve x OC

Homesick - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Homesick - Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

To Protect and Serve - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Don’t Make Me Do This - Bucky Barnes x Reader

No Matter What - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Missed Connection - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Helping Hand - Bucky Barnes x Reader / Loki x Reader

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver:

Unusual Upbringing - Pietro x Reader

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Chance Encounter - Peter x Reader

The Reason - Peter x Gwen with Reader best friend

Accident - Peter x Reader

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Savior - Loki x Reader

Faith - Loki, Thor, Reader (No pairing)

Helping Hand - Loki x Reader / Bucky x Reader

It Was Written in Song - Loki x Reader

Anything for Love - Loki x Reader

Something There - Loki x Reader

Gambit / Remy Lebeau

Stranger In A Crowd - Remy/Gambit x Reader

Deadly Mistake - Remy/Gambit x Reader

Howard Stark

Awkward Moments - Howard Stark x Reader

Tony Stark

Awkward Moments - Howard Stark x Reader (Ft. Tony Stark)

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Thor Odinson:

Faith - Thor, Loki, Reader (No Pairing)

Vision

It Never Ends - Vision x Wanda, Reader x Vision

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Paranoia - Clint x Reader

Vision

It Never Ends - Vision x Reader / Vision x Wanda

DC Comics

Insulting - John Constantine x Reader (and OFC)

Criminal Minds:

Best Teacher Award - Spencer Reid x Reader

Fox the Fox - Spencer Reid x Reader

Nerves - Spencer Reid x Reader

Green Eyed Monster - Spencer Reid x Reader

What Are We Gonna Do? - Spencer Reid x Reader

Watch It - Spencer Reid x Reader

Inside The Criminal Mind - Spencer Reid x Reader (ft. Dexter Morgan)

Star Wars:

Revenge of the Jedi - Anakin x OC

Opposites Attract - Kylo Ren x Rey

Sherlock (BBC):

Curious Conundrum - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Original Stories:

Until I See You Again

Actors:

James McAvoy

Decisions, Decisions - James McAvoy x Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Congrats, Grad - James McAvoy x Reader

Just My Luck - James McAvoy x Reader

Tom Hiddleston

Decisions, Decisions - Tom Hiddleston x Reader x James McAvoy

Lies and Slander - Tom Hiddleston x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Woes of the Heart - Tom Hiddleston x Reader / Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past)

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Seantor!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Learn From The Master - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Custody Battle - Tom Hiddleston x Reader (w/ Keanu Reeves ex)

So It Goes… - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Sebastian Stan

Lies and Slander - Sebastian Stan x Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Don’t Say Yes - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Why Her? - Sebastian Stan x OFC (Chris Evans x Reader / Chris Evans x OFC)

Lost and Found - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Knight in Shining Armor - Sebastian Stan x Reader

First Impressions - Sebastian Stan x Reader / Hayden Christiensen x Reader

Old Flame, New Problems - Sebastian Stan x Reader / Hayden Christensen x Reader

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Seantor!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader (Ft. Sebastian Stan)

Blessing - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Parenting Fail - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Broken Wedding Bells - Sebastian Stan x OFC / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Keanu Reeves

Woes of the Heart - Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past) / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Custody Battle - Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past) / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Chris Evans

Why Her? - Chris Evans x OFC / Chris Evans x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Hayden Christensen:

First Impressions - Hayden Christiensen x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Old Flame, New Problems - Hayden Christensen x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Chris Hemsworth:

Smut/NSFW Drabble

Tom Holland:

Number One - Tom x Reader (Smut)

Bill Skarsgard:

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Senator!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Unexpected Guest - OFC x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Jared Padalecki:

Not Your Fault - Jared Padalecki x Reader

Not His - Jared Padalecki x Reader

Jensen Ackles:

That’s Why - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Once Upon A Time (TV Series):

Who Will Win? - Jefferson x Reader

Split:

This Isn’t Stockholm - Kevin/Dennis…etc x Reader

Tag Team (smut) - Barry and Dennis x Reader

Victor Frankenstein:

Not What You Thought It Was - Victor x Reader

#masterlist #marvel #split #victor frankenstein #once upon a time #supernatural

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tenjouu · 5 years

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mozart x reader; cadenza

“I once asked Mozart for lessons too, back in the day,” Arthur reminisces.

You instinctively clutch the violin case closer, waiting for him to continue.

“He told me I’d make a terrible student and point-blank refused,” he concludes cheerily. “Good luck.”

Actually, Mozart agrees immediately. He’s actually even more driven about it than you are.

He says you’ll meet three times a week. He’ll be going over the basics of music theory, then playing technique, and then have you master one piece by the end.

You didn’t expect to get this far. You just thought of the idea because you wanted to spend more time with him without being too obvious about it.

The determination in his gaze makes your stomach flutter in ways both good and bad.

“Put that aside for now,” he says, nodding at the violin its case. “We’ll see how soon you can play.”

You really hope…that you don’t disappoint him.

Mozart is easily disappointed, you see. When inspiration doesn’t come his way. When the melody isn’t what it should be. When the voice doesn’t fit in the ensemble.

It’s music that helps him feel so vividly. It’s music, his world, that you’ve decided to step into, without even knowing if you fit.

You took three works of piano lessons in the far past. You can recognize basic lullabies. You can maybe carry a tune. That sort of thing.

Mozart lays out the basics.

“Since you’ve taken lessons before, you’ve probably learned various scales in various keys. But the truth is, anyone can subconsciously pick up on the patterns,” Mozart is explaining. “The distance between one note and its neighbor. This is fixed in every piece; it was standardized before my time. This is why any person who listens can tell what follows in a scale.”

To demonstrate, he sings aloud to you.

His voice has a sunny, bright tone. It just sounds like Mozart. It’s beautiful.

“It’s important to know the distances between notes that aren’t adjacent either.” Mozart demonstrates on the piano, thumb against middle C, pinkie somewhere else. “Otherwise, the only melodies we’d ever have are flat scales going up and down. It would be boring.”

“So I need to learn the distances?” you confirm.

“You need a good ear for the violin, because most people can really only play the absolute pitch eighty percent in tune,” he replies. “If you know the distances between the notes, then you can find their precise physical distances on the violin’s fingerboard.”

He watches your expression carefully, and smiles a little when he sees you still puzzling over it.

“Okay,” he says. “That’s all for today.”

You ask Leonardo for books on music theory. Though puzzled, he hands you an entire stack. He throws in some blank parchment for good measure.

“For Mozart?” he asks knowingly.

You have to show that you’re serious about being his student, because he’s serious as your teacher. You take the books.

“For Mozart,” you respond softly.

“Going well, I hope?” Arthur asks you after the first week.

“Have you started playing?”

“Not yet,” you admit, a little nervous.

According to Mozart, your foundation was adequate enough to move on. That was probably thanks to the tuning forks Isaac had on hand. You played them for hours in your bedroom, thinking that you would go mad.

“He mentioned we’ll be working on posture,” you add.

Arthur beams reassuringly at you. “You have great posture. You’ll be great.”

“Your elbow is far too low. With that angle, your bow won’t make proper contact with the strings, and then you can’t draw out the full sound of the instrument. Also, your shoulders are slightly slouched. Widen your stance, your feet are too close together. And raise your left hand—the scroll of the violin should be at least parallel to the line of your shoulder, not pointing at the ground.”

You look to Mozart, panicking a little. That was a lot of things at once, and you elevate the violin, but your mind draws a blank everywhere else.

Mozart sighs, which makes you shrink a little—but he walks over to you anyway. He leans in close, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders, molding your form like clay to fit his liking. (His palms are warm.)

His gaze is solely focused on you. He moves your right elbow up, turns your upper body slightly towards the left. Uncurls the death grip of your left fingers around the violin to rest comfortably instead against the neck.

His hand travels to your waist to keep you steady when he forces your feet farther apart with his boot.

It lingers there, on you, branding you. Your cheeks are probably red now. Mozart only smirks when your eyes meet.

“There,” he says.

“How do I look?” you manage to get out.

“Flushed,” he replies in amusement. “Now, let’s practice scales with pizzicato.”

He plucks one of the strings as an example.

You try not to let your disappointment show. “Not with the bow?”

“Absolutely not,” Mozart says. “When a beginner plays, they should never start so early with the bow. It’s for the sake of your ears just as much as mine. Now, scales.”

You practice those scales for hours after you finish helping around in the mansion. You make sure you know the distances between on the fingerboard. You make sure your fingers are relaxed and fluid so that the skin doesn’t peel from pressing too hard. You try your best on posture and hold your violin as upright as you can.

Sebastian catches wind of your lessons, of course.

“Broadening the mind,” he says approvingly. “Music is shown to help with concentration and complex thought processes.”

You can tell. Mozart’s hyper-focus lasts for days. And complex thought processes for sure—you can never tell what he’s thinking. (You hope that you’re doing all right.)

Shifting proves to be a little bit of a problem. You hadn’t realized there were several ways to play the same note, but on different strings.

“Paganini was rumored to be able to play some pieces on only the two lowest strings,” Mozart says knowledgeably, but also sounding a bit like he’s personally offended. “The man had freakishly long fingers.”

It figures that notes don’t end beyond the so-called first position. But then, shifting smoothly is practically impossible considering you have to stop to actually move your hand up the violin while keeping it upright.

He watches you struggle for maybe ten minutes, radiating misery and shame, before he realizes something.

“Ah,” he says, gesturing for you to stop.

You meekly lower your hand.

“This won’t do,” he announces. “We’re going out tomorrow. Bring your violin.”

“I want a shoulder rest for this one,” Mozart says to the luthier, gesturing to you. “Nothing too hard or firm on the shoulder though. Maybe a thick cloth?”

“We have sponges,” the old man says.

Mozart stares at him uncomprehendingly. “Sponges?” he repeats, skeptical, but makes you try them anyway.

“How is it?” you ask.

“Don’t ask me,” he replies, lips quirking up. “Does it feel like the violin will slip off your shoulder now?”

“No,” you say, pressing your chin down against the chin rest, inclining your head toward the scroll, lifting your right hand experimentally to the string.

When it’s been quiet for more than a few seconds, you find him staring at you.

“Mozart?” you ask, breaking form.

He blinks and then shakes his head, reaching for your hand. He smiles.

“I’ll take two,” Mozart calls over to the luthier, and when he turns back to you, it’s all fondness in his violet eyes.

So you completely understand now why Mozart had started you off with pizzicato. You move onto the bow in the fourth week. He compliments you on your bow hold.

And then you play.

It’s abysmal. It’s actually horrible.

All of the confidence you’d slowly built up from Mozart’s soft gazes and casual touches topples the moment you drag the bow across the strings, right into the fiery depths of the deepest hell. To his credit, he doesn’t even flinch. You cancel your attempted seance with the underworld as soon as you realize.

“That was…” you say, at a loss. “I don’t…”

“The bow may need more rosin,” he offers. “But it’s mainly due to the force. You’re not pressing hard enough.”

You feel like you could snap the strings. With uncertainty, you search at Mozart. His teasing smile is already ready.

“It can’t be helped,” he says. “Stay still.”

He comes up behind you, raising his arms, fitting himself over you. With his right hand, he envelops yours over the bow. With his left, he places his fingers between yours on the fingerboard. His chest is firm and radiates warmth against your back.

This is the world’s most awkward hug.

“Relax. Let me,” he says somewhere behind you. The warmth of his words puff against the shell, burning you.

He’s the one in control now. Of the violin, and of you. He guides the bow, with our hand, over to the violin. He drags it across the string.

Two people playing one violin doesn’t sound good. It’s loud and garish, and you make a face.

“Like this,” he says, and you feel the vibration of his words in the contact between you. “This amount of force is good.”

“It doesn’t sound very elegant,” you say, a little dismayed.

“Was Rome built in a day?” he replies, leaning over to inspect your expression, arms still wrapped around you. After he makes sure you’re holding onto the violin, he slips them around your waist and places a soft kiss to your forehead to smooth the lines. “When I started, I sounded like this too, you know.”

“Liar.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“How could anyone?”

Mozart presses his nose to your hair and exhales quietly. “It takes patience and determination. Both of which you possess.” And then, playfully: “And an excellent, benevolent, kind teacher. Whom you also possess.”

You charge up your battery with Mozart’s affection, resolved to resume this battle anew. You can’t let him down now when you’ve come this far. And he almost sounds…proud.

“Ready?” he asks when he senses the shift in your posture.

“Ready,” you confirm, and brace yourself for the next two hours of absolute cacophony.

You practice until you can feel your arms shaking, until you can feel the ache in your upper left arm. The joints of your fingers don’t fare any better; they’re almost as sore as your neck is.

Arthur takes one look at you—and laughs.

“Someone’s been busy,” he says, gesturing vaguely at your upper body.

Practicing, yeah. You agree. “It’s been tiring,” you say honestly.

“Then you should just tell him, you know?” Arthur says. “I’m sure Mo-kun can restrain himself for a few days.”

You don’t exactly understand what Arthur is talking about until you reach the piano room. Mozart takes one look at you—and then takes a second look, blinking.

His fingertips reach out to the underside of your jaw, just below the chin, on your neck. His cool touch is sweet, sweet relief—but also dangerous, dangerous temptation.

“It’s awfully red here,” he says. “You shouldn’t be pressing so hard against the chin rest. Part of the violin’s weight should be supported in your left hand.”

“Oh no,” you gasp, thinking back to Arthur. And literally everyone else you’ve passed in the hallway today, including Napoleon who had blinked, Isaac who had fled, Dazai who had smiled, and Sebastian—who stayed blank as ever.

Mozart tries to reassure you over the sound of your dignity departing forever. “It’s still early for you, so it hasn’t become a habit.”

Mozart starts cutting practice shorter and shorter.

And you’re not getting any better.

The more you play, the worse it seems that you sound. And though you’ve been practicing bowings and shifting like your life depends on it, you can hear when it’s out of tune, and it kills you.

Maybe Mozart is getting frustrated with your lack of progress too. Because over the course of three months, you two went from three times a week, two hours a day to twice a week, thirty minutes a lesson. At this rate, he might not even assign you a piece to play.

Usually Mozart would have told you by now, very bluntly, if he thought you were beyond hope. But even if he doesn’t, you can take the hint.

All those books you borrowed, all those scales you memorized, all those positions you learned—you don’t want it to be for nothing. Mozart’s time, that he spent on you, teaching you, being patient with you—you don’t want him to feel like he wasted it.

So before the first rehearsal of the next week, you practice ten hours a day. You go over three octave scales until your right arm refuses to stay above your waist. You practically go over the fingerings in your dreams, shifting in your sleep.

“Let’s hear it,” Mozart says at the next lesson after tuning your violin. He hands it back to you and sits expectantly on the piano stool, observing.

You take in a deep breath and place the bow on the string.

He doesn’t comment when your B goes sharp, but you and he both know.

Then comes the legato. You pray for smooth shifting as you work your way up. His eyes don’t leave your fingers.

But when you shift into fifth position, your body refuses you.

A stab of white-hot pain sheets up your left arm and hits your neck, leaving you still, not daring to move. Your shoulders lock in self-defense. You suck in a sharp breath, curling in with the violins till on you—the bow comes to a jerky stop on the E string.

Mozart has become deadly quiet. When you dare to look, his gaze is unreadable.

“What was that,” he asks. The fury in his voice is basically unmistakable.

“Sorry,” you quickly rush to appease. “Let me—I’ll start from the—“

Mozart takes the violin from you. And then the bow. And he looks right into your eyes and says, “No.” He says firmly. “No more violin for today.”

“But—“

“You were going through the material so quickly… How did I not notice?” he mutters to himself.

And then he pins you with a glare and spins you right around, ushering you to the sofa. What you didn’t notice earlier is now clear in the way his voice trembles—he’s worried and upset.

“The way that you’re playing—the amount that you practice—is just asking for a chronic injury. You would benefit more from rest than practice at this point.”

“But,” you protest as he sits you down, “I don’t sound good.” Miserably, feeling disgraced with your shoulders and neck aching, you look down at your fingers and curse your body for betraying you. “I can hear how bad I am, Mozart. I don’t want to disappoint…”

Mozart kneels down in front of you, forcing you to look at him.

“You’ve improved every time we’ve met,” Mozart tells you earnestly. “You have consistently impressed me with how fast you learn.” He cups your face with his hands, pressing your foreheads together. There’s nowhere to hide from his words. “How can I be disappointed when I have such a hard-working student?”

“But…I sound worse than before,” you say in a small voice.

“That’s what you think. But in reality, your ear has simply improved. You can hear yourself better. Your standards are higher,” he says simply, facing off your insecurities just like that. “Now.” He frowns. “I was reducing our lessons because you were going at such a breakneck pace. And because I wanted to spend more time with you outside of violin. But that evidently backfired.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, genuinely remorseful.

He smiles gently and then releases you.

“The one who should be sorry isn’t you,” he says. “To think I let it get to this point. Lie on your front. I’m going to work out the kinks in your back.”

You acquiesce, meekly maneuvering onto the sofa.

“Where did you even get the idea that I would be disappointed?” Mozart remarks, carefully digging into the sore muscle.

“I didn’t want to—ah—waste your—time—“

Mozart’s fingers draw firm circles into the juncture between neck and collarbone. You tremble under his hands, feeling your eyes sting with pain and pleasure.

“I agreed to teach you,” Mozart says slowly, “because I wanted to spend time with you. How would that be wasting it? Silly.”

Mozart’s a bit of a worrywart. So some days later, after he stops fussing over your shoulders, you try your luck again.

“I’ve gotten this far. Won’t you still teach me something?”

Mozart looks thoughtful. Then he smiles at you, and leans down to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll compose something,” he says. “And I’ll be your accompaniment.”

His hand rests confidently against your hip as he plucks the bow from your fingers. Then the violin.

“But what really comes first to you now?” he asks, pulling you close and frowning. “Don’t tell me you like the violin more than me?”

Seeing his almost-pout, you reach up to peck him on the lips. He makes a content sound in the back of his throat and keeps you there against him, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Letting him have his way, you reach around him. He releases you, looking satisfied with your answer.

Your fingers close around the violin and bow.

“I like the violin,” you say, laughing, and make a run for it out the piano room.

“Wha—get back here!”

#ikevam mozart #ikevam fanfic #ft #i poured out all of my violin teacher into this self-indulgent mozart fic #pls enjoy this reversal where mc can't play an instrument this time!#i was writing and writing and then realized this wasn't romance so much as me fact dumping lmao #paganini was born 9 years before mozart died btw #there's no plot #i just went for it

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