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ruinedbylanadelrey · 7 months

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King of Your Heart

Chapter 11 "You're done"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, princess is out for blood, self-hate (both characters), princess and fish love to argue, what is the name for having a military man kink??, oral (m.rec. not frankie yikes sorry), sex in the jeep, squirting, angst, oh yeah and a lot of angst, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: made a halloween playlist for Benny's upcoming halloween bash. T-Minus 12 days!! ALSO check out Princess's new instagram page (yk the mood board above)

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"Benny, please! I'm begging you, just set me up with someone." You bat your eyes at him, he groans and facepalm. You were having lunch with Mari and Ben the weekend after the party. You haven't spoken to Frankie when he put you to bed.

"Princess, I can't-"

"Why?"

"I-I" He looks to Mari, not knowing what to say because the second he mentions Frankie, his name will trigger your fury. "I was joking, maybe Daniel?"

Daniel was old news, with no true shock value. You've been there and done that. Frankie would think you are too predictable. "No Daniel. I'm thinking military." You smirk, like you are going through a catalog named Benny's Buddies.

Mari was biting back a smile. She knew what game you were playing. The silent game of jealousy chess. You had the right moves to counter Frankie's move with Vanessa. Ben said he'll text you a number and name later in the day, you could live with that.

Not seeing Frankie was making your days long and lonely. You wouldn't go out with the guys for a few days. You would sit at home and think about how sweet revenge but knowing it wouldn't work on Frankie. He always knows how to detach himself from any situation, shut down, and control it all.

Isolation was not a friend of yours.

Pope dragging you out of bed and making you go to the bar. He was rambling about that you should never let a man dictate how you feel and what you do even if that man is Frankie.

"Princess, you know you're better than this," He throws a random dress at you, then leaves to let you get dressed. Walking to the car packed with Benny and Mari in the backseat and Pope in the drivers seat. You didn't say a word when you got in the car hearing Benny in mid-sentence.

"-he said he's busy with that chick," Benny was reading his text messages, Mari ebolws Ben in the rib when you groaned in frustration hearing about Frankie.

"Sorry. Just reading what he said." Benny winces and mutters 'sorry Princess'.

Too busy for his buddies? Too busy to even answer a single text from you but not too busy to answer Benny? Too busy getting his dick wet with a woman who wasn't even as hot as you?

This was Frankie being in control. He will keep his distance and strike at you when he knows you're at your weakest.

It was test drive day, rescheduled and the hefty garage fee to be paid. Usually, Frankie and you would split it but well he hasn't been to the garage at all for a month, and you've been doing the same.

"Afternoon, Princess. No Catfish again?" Stef, the garage and track owner greets you. He was a good-looking man, tall, with dark features, and a permanent 5 o'clock shadow, you liked how he had that boyish charm in his mature face. He was ex-military and knew Frankie from when they first enlisted in the Army. Close enough to Frankie but not exactly crossing a line.

"Just little ole me, Stef," You pouted, jutting out your bottom lip and then curling your lips into a devious smile. Your eyes scanned up and down his frame, admiring how his arms were still toned, with a soft stomach, and his legs forever muscled. His dark brown hair had always been the same, short on the sides and long on top. His brown eyes are big and almond-shaped. There are bits of Frankie in him.

Stef tilts his head and smiles at you, he can see the lust clouding your eyes.

"Could you look over the Jeep for me?" You widen your eyes to play the doe-eyed card, innocent, and calling out for a man to help you. He's on your heels while you book it to the garage, the smell of gasoline, motor oil, and grease fills your nostrils, breathing heavily with Stef's hand over your throat. His hot wet tongue slid next to yours, his other hand sliding under your skirt and met with no underwear.

"I always thought you were filthy," Stef mumbles as he nips at your neck. The surprise was for Frankie when you sent him a text about working on the car by yourself, hoping he would walk in here and fuck you since he won't speak to you

You gave a girlish giggle and nodded. He laid you out on the hood of the Jeep. Your hands quickly undo his belt and unzip his jeans, without any hesitation, you drop down to your knees, his cock was hard, and a red tip is right at your lips, not as thick as Frankie's but the same length. You smile up at the older man opening your mouth, and taking him down the throat. You moaned with a mouth full of cock you shouldn't be sucking.

"Shit- you're so fucking hot," Stef fists your hair and thrusts deeper down your throat. Your eyes were stinging and the whines leaving your mouth had the man shooting his load and overspilling at the corners of your mouth.

His softened cock pulled from the hot wet cum filled mouth. You held your mouth open for a minute letting him see how much of his cum is on your tongue then swallowing it all. You wipe the corners of your lips and suck the remaining spent off your fingers.

"You're..." Stef was at a loss for words, and you mentally rolled your eyes at the man. It was just a blowjob. "Amazing, wow!"

You were about to say it was fine when Frankie knocked on the back of the Jeep, you jumped and turned around to see him. Frankie looks at the mascara smudge under your eyes, how your lips were swollen and painted with a deep shade of pink almost red. He breathes out and comes around to the front. Stef's clothes frump and your hair slightly voluminous.

"And what are you so amazing for, Princess?" Frankie's voice drops an octave, his eyes shaded by the cap, he towers over you and rests his hand on the base of your neck. Eyes flutter shut when you feel his warm calloused hand on your skin. Setting ablaze going straight to your core.

"You already know how good my mouth feels." You smile smugly, Stef excuses himself and Frankie shoots you daggers with his brown eyes. He's at a loss for words, even emotion. He didn't understand why you giving a man head would bother him so much. You don't give head to just anyone. He knows this.

"I'm going for a test drive. You're more than welcome to join me if you're not busy fucking Vanessa." You changed the subject and added the jab at him. You grab the keys from the holder on the wall. Frankie shuffles himself into the passenger seat, and the jeep rolls out the track.

"You're just so predictable, Princess," Frankie yells over the purr of the engine. You scoffed and took a tight turn on the curve of the drive. Adding more gas when you straightened out. The vibrations jiggling your thighs, Frankie grips the flesh and squeezes hard knowing they bruise so easily. You choose to ignore him touching you, making a hard stop when you get back to the garage.

Frankie takes your chin into his fingers forcing you to look at him. His mind was thinking about how should he stake his claim over you once again.

"Open your mouth, Princess." He squeezes your cheeks, making them part. You sit there with your pink tongue sticking out. Frankie swishes whatever saliva is in his mouth, his lips purse, and spits a long dribble of his saliva onto your tongue. You whimpered when his warm spit coated your tongue.

"Swallow." He commands, and you quickly follow orders, the undying desire to please Frankie is still there. Frankie hauls you to his lap having you straddle him. Your hands dive to take off the belt and shove his pants and underwear to his thighs.

Frankie pumps his length and helps you slide down on his cock. You throw your head back at the feeling of him stretching your slick walls, Frankie thrusts up into you when your body would bounce down on his dick.

"Anyone can cum in your mouth but I am the only one to cum in this tight fucking pussy," Frankie pulls your hair to have you look at him. You loved how his eyes were almost black and the dominance oozing from him. A pitiful whine escapes from your lips when Frankie reaches between your thighs, basking in the feeling of his thick fingers and rough skin against your clit.

"Only yours, Frankiee" You moan out of breath, he continues rolling his fingers on your clit, biting your chest, and sucking soothing the throbbing pain with his tongue. Your moans were spurring him on, having Frankie bite harder.

"Yes! Yes! Mark me, I'm all yours," You cried out when the coil in your stomach snapped with pressure from Frankie fucking up into you, juices spraying from you and onto Frankie's lap. He whimpers and loves your sensitivity to his touch.

You were bouncing fast and hard when Frankie bites your collarbone, "My princess," moaning out your name, claiming you. His seed filling your cunt and you hummed at the sensation of his cock stuffed into you along with his searing cum.

"You're done fucking around with other guys." Frankie lifts you off his lap, shoving himself back into his underwear and soaked jeans. "And you're done with that Vanessa." You brush his hair when you take his cap to sit on your head.

"Frankie, do you think we can start again?" You collected yourself from the orgasmic haze, he looks at you with a smile on his face. His hat still on your head and fucked out, his new favorite look on you.

"Yes, Princess. Sometimes you have to fall apart to start again." Frankie was ready for this. For you to be his girl and you were ready to be his. Frankie kisses up your arm to your shoulder and revels in the electricity sparking between you and him.

Your heart skipping a beat when Frankie gazes at you with his puppy eyes. Don't run. You're done running. You are staying where you belong. Allowing yourself to be in love and explore your emotions was going to be a challenge the fact that Frankie still wanted you as his partner after everything made you become conscious of his raw passion for his princess.

"I'm ready." You breathe out. "You're all I want, Frankie."

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hiatuswhore · 1 year

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Viper IV

Reputation: The Princess of Conde, said to be a lover of games. Perhaps chess, a game requiring one to think many steps ahead and anticipate your enemies next move. For every missteps brings you closer and closer to defeat.

VIPER III: Versatility

YOU NEVER KNEW FRENCH COURT TO BE SO DULL. The privy council drolling on about issues they will never resolve. No plots or ploys, you settle on a ceasefire allowing the Queen Consort a period of reprieve. You busy yourself with strolls with Sebastian and feigning interest in many high Lord's pursuits of your hand. This does not stop the Queen Mother from focusing on your every movement. Nor are you a fool to the servant in your ranks who reports to her. All information they receive perfectly curated to your liking.

Sitting at your vanity, you huff like a child on the verge of a tantrum. Whispers containing scandals so minuscule you are certain the histories will write you as the first to truly die from boredom.

“Dahlia, any news on the parchment I sent to my brother?” You ask. The shake of your handmaiden’s head garnering another huff. “He wants me to come home, but I have far too much to do here.”

“Princess, you must stop fussing so I can finish your hair,” Dahlia’s silvery voice and gentle touch gaining an apologetic smile. The light tapping of your chamber door stills your handmaiden, your head turning toward the door. Dahlia crosses the room. Opening it, she bows respectfully before lowering her gaze and stepping aside.

“My King,” You rise to your feet, a grin on your lips as you curtsy. Francis chuckles, shaking his head as you ask what you can do for him.

“My wife seems to believe you have a vendetta against her. I am no fool of the deep care you hold for your brother. This afternoon you will invite her on your evening stroll, just the two of you,” Your head tilts to the side, a wide smile taking your features, hiding the thorns beneath rosy-colored petals.

“While I admit I was not very fond, I thought to have clarified my intentions with your wife. Very well, we will have a lovely evening at once,” Clasping your hands in front of you, stepping forward, you peck his cheek. His nose grazes your cheek as he turns to meet your gaze.

“We are not children anymore. You know this is not appropriate,” His words leave him in a breathy whisper. You wet your lips, offering a warm smile.

“I meant nothing untoward, Francis. You are dear to me. I would never have you jeopardize your honor,” Only run it off a cliff, the heat of his skin warming your own at the proximity. His head tilts forward so slightly you nearly miss it as he stiffens. You pull away first, brushing past him with a knowing smirk.

The long corridor from your chambers holds a sea of faces that matter little as you make your way to the kitchens. Fetching to chalices of wine, your smiles large as Mary and Catherine’s eyes land on you. They stand in the throne room, speaking quietly amongst themselves.

“Queen Mother. Her grace. My apologies for the intrusion. I hoped to steal the Queen for a stroll. I even brought us wine,” You say, holding out the chalice. Silence dances between the three of you. Both Catherine and Mary eye the cup in your hand warily, the smile on your lips wicked. She knows she cannot refuse. To do so slights the Princess of Conde--another slight against the De Bourbon family, her kin-in-law.

“Of course, Princess,” Mary swallows thickly, her voice wavering as her fingers brush your own against the cup. She glances at Catherine a final time before joining your side. You wear a kind smile, your airy aura filling the halls. You ramble to Mary just as you do with a dear friend, noting how the chalice in her hands has stayed there.

“What a lovely day. Isn’t it lovely?” Stepping outside, you turn to Mary, her strained smile and stiff posture fueling your amusement. Catherine stands with Francis on the second-floor terrace watching the two of you.

“Very lovely indeed,” Mary mutters, following your toothy smile up the terrace. She’s greeted with differing expressions. Francis wears one of encouragement as Catherine stands as though a guillotine awaits.

“Mary, you are not very good at this game. You went to Francis of your fears, rightful fears, but now here we are. Let me help you understand your particular situation. This is a game of reputation. I very publicly invited you to wine and a stroll. The part the people do not know is that it is at the King's behest. Now imagine if word spreads, you refused my efforts for peace after all you brought upon my brother? What a lecherous cunt,” You scoff, speaking barely above a whisper, shaking your head, a smile painting your lips. Mary’s eyes narrow, her shoulders falling at her side. Stepping into the trap before it was even set.

“I am the Queen. You are my subject in my court!” The ferocity of her tone unlike anything you ever expected of her. You would have commended her in another life, but now your smile falls as you stumble back. Mary’s frown distinct as your eyes well with tears. You shift your gaze down sharply, cowering like a frightened child—the antithesis of your nature.

“My apologies, your grace. Will you excuse me?” You curtsy, wiping the faux tear from your cheek. Mary’s eyes bounce around the open grass field. Ladies and Lords alike lounge around different fixtures watching the exchange. Realization cuts through like a blade to skin, your sorrow not reaching your eyes. Oh, how this game suits you.

“Princess,” Mary breathes out, watching as you fiddle with your fingers. The comely and giving Princess standing before the aggressor, the cruel Queen.

“My apologies, your grace. I know our histories are—” You cry out, the approaching mop of blonde hair arriving with impeccable timing.

“Mary, a word,” The clench of the King’s jaw clear despite the mask of calm he wears. You offer a respectful curtsy heading back toward the castle with your head low. Inside, Catherine greets you with a sneer; taking her hands, you smile.

“I detest you. You wretched girl,” Catherine squeezes your hands tights, to onlookers a warm exchange between family. The Queen Mothers' smile as warm and deceitful as your own.

“Oh, Catherine. To hate me is to hate yourself. I learned all I know from watching you,” You lean forward, kissing both her cheeks. The softening of her glare was not lost on you before excusing yourself. Like wildfire, the word spread of your exchange; invitations of tea and strolls pouring into your chamber like water to a glass.

By noon, you receive word of a private family supper. You naturally assume it to be the workings of Francis but still consider others. While Mary navigates your game as well as a blind man at sea, you await Catherine to guide her hand. You wear a courteous smile as the hundredth invite for tea arrives, your empty promises of soon arranging a meeting becoming almost instinctive.

“(Y/n)!” Your eyes widen at the squeal. Claude rushes down the corridor, her arms wide open. She nearly tackles you to the ground in a hug, squeezing so tight it may very well suffocate you.

“Thank god! This place is so terribly boring,” You exclaim, stepping off to the side. Claude smirks. “I was so upset to learn I had just missed by mere hours the day I arrived.”

“I hear my brother's wife made you cry, and I know for certain that is not the case. You must tell me your machinations at once,” Claude whispers, leaning in close. The two of you stop at the corner, appearing like giddy children.

“That would spoil the fun dear cousin!” You say, crossing your arms and mirroring her smirk.

“The Scottish Queen is doomed then, but that must wait. We have much to catch up on,” Claude hooks her arm in your own. She leads you down the hall, her animated rambling taking the whole of the conversation as you listen intently.

“You slept with Ser Harlin?” You gasp, stopping in your tracks. The French Princess bit her bottom lip, grinning like a madwoman. She spares you not a single detail of her exploits with the pagan warrior, a burly man of few words.

“How have you not? I know, no Lord who looks like him. We must have our fun before our brothers decide to try and marry us off,” Claude says, shrugging your shoulders, your matter-of-fact tone dripped in certainty, “I believe my brother knows if he forces a husband upon me, that poor soul will not make it to our marital bed.”

“Well, if Francis makes me marry, can I count on your diligence in my indoctrination to widowhood?” Claude teases. Nodding your head, you stand straight up with a playfulness to your tone, “I swear this oath to you in perpetuity, my princess.”

“I see you two muck about once more,” Francis greets his sister with a warm hug, his eyes meeting yours with a long pause. Claude’s gaze bounces between the two of you, chuckling shamelessly.

“All these years and nothing changes. Well, you two clearly need a moment. Mother!” Claude calls out, skipping away before either of you can say a word. You bite the inside of your cheek, certain you will not lead this conversation.

“I wish to apologize on behalf of Mary,” Francis says, studying how you render your face expressionless.

“It’s clear the Queen does not seek forgiveness, but who I am to ask that of the Queen. I do not believe she likes me very much. I think I should soon leave,” You shrug your shoulders, pursing your lips. A huff leaves him, taking the bait as easily as you threw it.

“You will do no such thing. I want you here, so that is where you shall be.” Francis taking your hand in his own, the closeness intoxicating—inviting far too inappropriate for the open hall. You wet your lips, watching his eyes travel to them.

“Of course, my King.” The batting of your lashes and low hum of your voice garnering a deep sigh. Francis closes his eyes, rolling back his shoulders as he releases your hand. “Are you unwell, your grace?”

“You very well know what I am at this given second,” He tilts his head, giving you a knowing look. Leaning in closer, your pointed stare and lopsided grin doing the young King no favors.

“You are King, Francis. It is well within your right to reach for what you want. Who you want,” Placing your hand on his shoulder, you trail your pointer finger up the side of his neck and back down at a tantalizingly slow pace.

“I will not be my father,” Francis says, disappearing into his own mind before you. Your hand travels up to his cheek, pulling him back to the present, testing your limits with your thumb tracing his bottom lip.

“You could never. Far too honorable. Too good,” You draw your words out, the slow whisper and dark eyes evaporating those around you from view. The few who linger in the corridor pretend as though you both are not the center of attention. You lean up, pecking his cheek once more, resting your cheek against his, your breath tickling his ear. Your eyes on the dark mop of hair down the hall, “I am your first love. Mary shall be your last, it seems. Your grace.”

You step back, noting how he stares at you, the adoration clear as day. Curtsying, you brush past him. At the end of the hall, you stop shoulder-to-shoulder with the Scottish Queen. Her glassy staring forward as though someone has commanded it. You do not spare her glance on even turn to address her, your face now one of stone.

“Please, Princess. Ask anything of me, and it is yours.” Mary swallows thickly, her eyes on her husband's back as he continues down the hall. When he turns the corner, she turns to you, your gaze still forward.

“Your demise.”

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annabtg · 2 years

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Never Really

For @jilytoberfest 2022 prompt 18: "Nah, she didn't."

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Fluff, 433 words.

“How come she married him? She hated him!”

Sirius remembers Lily’s gaze resting on James during History class, while he’s busy doodling on the corner of his book. He remembers her sitting up in alarm when she notices Sirius watching her, and withdrawing with a shy smile and her cheeks slightly pink when he winks at her, with the mutual understanding that her secret is safe.

He remembers her unfailingly on the Quidditch stands during the Gryffindor games, cheering louder than everyone and marvelling at James’s fantastic assists and impressive goals, even as two days before she had been scoffing at him for thinking he’s something special just because he can handle a big red ball.

He remembers her jaw dropping to the floor when she arrives at Platform 9 ¾ to find James wearing the Head Boy badge, a “You?” that’s almost accusatory, only to overhear her later in the train telling her friends that “I’m not worried at all, I’m sure he’ll do a terrific job.”

He remembers her arguing with James for the better part of an hour about the best way to approach Volume-Reducing Transfiguration – James has got it right, of course – and not budging on her opinions even when he has shot down all her arguments one by one, choosing instead to cross her arms and scowl at him; but when they make their joint presentation next week, they’ve gone with his method.

He remembers James all but stumbling into the dormitory late one night after patrol, dazed, grabbing him by the collar and telling him with wide eyes “She kissed me, Padfoot, I don’t even know what happened, she had been so mad a moment before and then she just –”

He remembers James and Lily playing wizard’s chess in the common room, Lily somehow winning and exclaiming “In your face, Potter!” with a triumphant finger at him; he remembers James tugging at that finger and pulling her close, kissing her hard, and Lily cupping his face and kissing him back for so long that the chess pieces start complaining that they’re being neglected.

He remembers Lily during their last month of school, going about her day with an elegant diamond ring on her delicate finger, her friend Mary calling her future Mrs Potter and Lily rolling her eyes, but her smile soft and warm at the mention of the name.

And he remembers her in her wedding dress, glowing as she looks at James with perfect, undisguised adoration. A room full of their loved ones, friends and family, and she’s only got eyes for him.

“Nah, she didn’t.”

Thankies to @oneofthesirens and @nought-shall-go-ill for their help and support!

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wastelandmoony · 1 year

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen : Coward

Summary: Remus finds a way to communicate. James finds a way to help a friend.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking.

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December 22nd, 1972

As the days grew closer to Winter Break, the more withdrawn Sirius became. None of them dared touch the subject of his family, though they all knew the unspoken truth of everything. Leading up to day of their departure, they all made it a point to cheer Sirius up at any cost; whether that meant James taking him out for quidditch practice more often, or her and Remus skipping their scheduled library time in lieu of listening to records in the Gryffindor Common Room. Peter found it harder than the rest, trying his best to help distract his friend. The two were like oil and water sometimes, Sirius frequently becoming annoyed with Pete over trivial things such as chess moves, quidditch rules, and (most ardently) opinions on David Bowie (Pete seemed to think he was ‘too flashy’, preferring the likes of Bob Dylan when it came to muggle music). One person that didn’t have a difficult time distracting Sirius seemed to be Mary, of whom he was beginning to spend more and more time with. Mary was sweet, funny, and absolutely gorgeous, so it only made sense that she would set her sights on one of the fittest boys in their year. She began to sit with them during meals, sandwiched between Sirius and her best friend Marlene. When the topic of quidditch came up (which it always did), Mary would sigh and set her golden-brown eyes across the table to her and Remus. The three of them talked about muggle music, books, and movies. Mary was muggle-born as well, and she immediately felt a kinship; it also helped that Mary was extremely opinionated and not afraid to vocalize it, putting Sirius in his place a few times before winter break started. She liked Mary a lot, so why was there a dull ache in her chest whenever Sirius smiled at her?

Going home for Christmas was harder than before, and she could only assume it would get worse as the years spent at Hogwarts went on. It’s not that she didn’t miss her parents, but the muggle world didn’t fascinate her anymore; there was no wonder, or mystery, or…spark. She wanted nothing more than to stay in Scotland, surrounded by the tall castle walls, vibrating with magic stretching back hundreds of years. Jealousy peaked its head in when she thought of her friends getting to go home to magical households, only to be quickly shut away as she remembered the scars Sirius had shown her on his birthday. She thought of Remus’ parents, and the cage they kept him in both metaphorically and physically. At least her parents were supportive, at least they loved her.

As they arrived at King’s Cross, she bid her friends goodbye, lingering back with Remus as he scanned the platform for his parents. She waved at the sight of her dad peaking over a family of young wizards towards the back of the crowd.

“Oh! before you go, I have something for you,” he said, a hint of excitement in his voice as he bent down to rummage through his bag.

“Remus,” her tone was one of faux disappointment, “you really shouldn’t have gotten me anything, I don’t need—“

He thrust a small book into her hands, smiling shyly at her.

She ran her fingers over the smooth leather cover, flipping it open to reveal its heavyweight cream colored pages.

“A sketchbook,” she breathed, “Oh Remus, it’s wonderful! Thank you!”

“It’s not just any sketchbook, watch,” he said, pulling out his wand. He tapped a page twice, and the inked words started to appear.

If you ever need me, I’m always within reach. - RL

She looked up at him, mouth hanging open in shock.

“Just write something, and tap twice with your wand,” he held up an identical book, “I’ll get it on my end.”

Her eyes started to fill with tears and she pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, “This is amazing, this is the best gift anyone has ever given me,” she whispered, face buried into the side of his neck.

“It’s just a modified Aparecium charm and—“

“—shut up. It’s perfect,” she cut him off, refusing to allow him to undermine his own genius.

They lingered in the embrace, until Remus caught sight of his parents on the platform.

“I’ve gotta go—“ he whispered, and she didn’t need to look up to know they were watching. Swallowing the sinking feeling in her stomach, she pushed the need to ask what Remus was so afraid of into the back of her mind. Releasing him, she glanced down at the sketchbook and smiled, “You don’t have an excuse to not write me this time, Remus Lupin.”

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For the first time in two years, Remus wrote her almost every day. The sketchbook was practically glued to her person, scribbling down responses frantically and giggling softly to hide the correspondence. The constant contact made the Hogwarts-sized hole in her heart a little smaller.

Maybe she was delusional, or just going mad, but it almost seemed like Remus was opening up more through their new mode of communication. Never one for heartfelt talks, or expressing his emotions openly in general, Remus tended to keep a lot hidden, something she had (for the most part) grown used to. The sketchbook had created a proverbial security blanket, allowing him to feel comfortable enough to begin to share bits and pieces of insight into his mysterious home-life. His mom was sick, something he confided in her on Christmas Day. The doctors weren’t sure what it was, but she had good days and bad.

Christmas was bad. Remus didn’t respond until the following afternoon.

He said that another doctor came to the house and gave her some medicine to help her sleep, and his dad had left shortly afterwards in a state of anger, something Remus was relieved about. When pressed further, Remus wrote back about how his mother (who she now knew as Hope) was refusing magical intervention, and would only allow muggle doctors into the house. Ever since his accident when he was little, Remus said she had become wary of magic.

The admission brought her closer to him, hoping that maybe now they would be able to communicate more effectively in the future and avoid any silent standoffs like before.

In addition to Remus, she also wrote letters to the other three. She only ever heard back from two.

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The steam from the engine was making her eyes water as she hung out of the compartment window. Remus, James, and Peter sat behind her, talking amongst themselves as she searched the emptying platform for the final member of the party. A glimpse of black hair caught her peripheral, snapping her head to see Regulus stepping onto the train. Off to the side, was Walburga, arms crossed and lips in her trademark scowl as she watched her youngest son board the Hogwarts Express.

Sirius was nowhere to be seen.

She quickly pushed back through the window, stepping over Remus’ long legs to scamper out into the corridor.

“Oi!” James called, leaping up to peer out after her.

She pushed through the students lingering outside of the other corridors, looking for the younger Black brother. She didn’t get far before he emerged from the other car, shouldering past her without so much as a glance.

“Reg!” She called, spinning quickly towards him, “Where’s Sirius?”

Regulus turned around slowly, his grey eyes dissecting her, “He’ll be late.”

What the fuck did that mean? The train left in 2 minutes.

He turned back around, head cocking over his shoulder as he started walking away, “…and don’t ever presume to speak to me again, mudblood.”

She felt the blood leave her face. If she wasn’t so concerned for Sirius, she might’ve said something, but instead headed back towards her compartment, pale and anxious.

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The train ride to Hogwarts was weird. James didn’t know what to do with himself without his best friend to conspire with. Remus was quietly reading for the majority of the ride, only pausing to speak with the others about new developments in the war when James brought it up.

That’s what they were calling it now: a war.

James told them about the secret meetings being held at his house over the break, the coming and going of powerful wizards including Dumbledore himself. Voldemort was gaining power, apparently amassing more and more followers by the day. Beside her on the bench, Peter shuddered.

“Alright?” She nudged him gently.

He offered a sheepish smile, “Yeah, sorry. Things have been…difficult at home. Mum’s getting called out at all hours of the night, Dad comes home from work so exhausted every day that he’s like a walking corpse. It’s just…scary to hear about everything…”

She passed him her last chocolate frog, a small gesture that she knew couldn’t make up for the fear and anxiety, but it was all she could offer at the moment.

The carriage ride to the castle consisted of James and Peter’s frantic quidditch analysis, with her and Remus both staring out the rainy window in silence. Once inside the Great Hall, they diverged, forced to separate to their respective house tables. She craned her neck from the opposite side of the hall, trying to see her friends from two tables over. Remus caught her eye, staring back sadly as she noticed the empty seat beside James.

———

Mollitiam, Remus wrote the Gryffindor password into the sketchbook later that night. She had it open next to her pillow, waiting to hear any word about Sirius. It was the first thing Remus sent after getting back to the common room, he’s not here. Curtains drawn tight, silencing charm cast, she buried into the quilt and cried as the images of his scarred body flashed through her mind.

That night, she dreamt of Regulus. His silver eyes boring holes into her skull as he hurled curse after curse towards her. Bracing for pain, she felt nothing but the heat of the passing blasts. Looking up, Reg was smirking. From behind, she heard whimpering.

Slowly, she turned, only to find Sirius laying on the cold stone, surrounded in a pool of his own blood.

She woke up yelling a name, but unable to remembers who’s. Great heaving breaths tried to calm the still-firing nerves buzzing throughout her body. She looked around her bed, taking note of the small crack of sunlight coming through the part in the curtains; it must be just past dawn. The sketchbook brought back the memories of last night, and she quickly picked it up to read the small message scrawled in the top corner: He’s here.

She’d never run that fast in her life. Lungs burning, and legs shaking, she yelled the password to the Fat Lady and clambered through the portrait hole to find James, Remus, and Peter in the common room by the fire.

“Where is he?” She exhaled.

Remus stood up, placing his book down on the table, “Sleeping. He didn’t get in ’til before dawn.”

She looked up at the staircase that led to the boy’s dormitory, “How is he? Did any of you speak to him?”

By the fireplace, James looked solemn. Remus glanced over at him briefly, “He’s—he’s alright. Didn’t seem to want to talk much…”

There was something else that happened, she could tell by his tone. She was willing to bet Sirius had another outburst at one of their misfortunes.

She sighed, turning and beginning to jog up the stairs before Remus grabbed her wrist, spinning her to face him.

“Where’re you going? I said he doesn’t want to talk to anyone,” His face was full of concern and exhaustion.

“I know, and I don’t care,” she smiled sweetly at her friend, pulling her wrist free to continue upstairs. Remus didn’t try and stop her again.

The door to the dormitory creaked open as she crept inside. Sirius’ bed was the only one with the curtains drawn, and she quietly made her way over, pausing at his bedside table.

“Sirius?” She whispered to the velvet.

“Go away…” a muffled voice came from inside.

“Please, let me in. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” She stood there and stared at the little gold stars on the curtains, listening as soft grumbling came from just beyond the fabric.

The curtains parted slightly, a silent invitation for her to climb inside his refuge. She sat at the end of the bed, staring at Sirius in the dark. Even in the almost non-existent light, she could see the distinct blue shining back at her.

“I was worried about you,” she whispered as he crossed his arms like a petulant child.

“I’m fine,” he grunted.

She cast him a glare, hoping he could sense her annoyance at his tone through the dark.

“You know I don’t believe that for a moment, Sirius.”

He shrunk down to lay back against the headboard, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“I spoke to Reg.”

Sirius shot back up, eyes hard as he stared back. They were silent for a minute, until he finally spoke up, voice quieter but still lined with a soft anger, “…and what did that little monster say?”

“When you didn’t show up to the platform I asked him where you were. He said you’d ‘be late’—“ She purposefully omitted the statement that followed, she hadn’t even told the other boys about what Regulus had called her on the train. As much as Sirius talked about hating his family, she knew that didn’t include Reggie, even though he’d never admit it. She’d seen the pain behind his eyes too many times as his little brother ignored him in the corridors.

Sirius let out a dark laugh, “Well? He wasn’t wrong, was he?”

“…the implication was there, Siri. What happened?”

She stared back at him, straightening her spine and refusing to let him deflect. He met her eyes, and she watched them glaze over after a moment.

“I didn’t think I’d be coming back,” he whispered, voice soft and sprinkled with the leftover remnants of fear, “She intercepted one of James’ letters at the beginning of break, and my owl privileges were taken away, something about preventing me from speaking with ‘blood traitors’ or whatever,” he scoffed, looking down at his hands which were twisting the scarlet sheets tightly, “A few days later, she caught one of yours.”

Her throat constricted as her blood ran cold.

“She doesn’t know your name, only your face from that one run-in in Diagon Alley. When she asked who you were, I lied, said your last name was Addams and you were helping me with a Potions assignment. Reggie—my darling brother—told her the truth. He’s always so eager to please our dear Mummy. She said yours wasn’t a last name she knew, which is just code for ‘nothing worthy of recognition’. I guess she looked up your records, because the next thing I knew, I was being dragged to my father’s study.”

The slimy tendrils of guilt crept their way up her esophagus, clogging her airway as she struggled to take shallow breaths. Sirius didn’t look at her, just continued to stare at his fidgeting hands, hair a dark curtain over his pale face.

“Dad said he was disappointed in me, which is nothing new,” he let out a humorless laugh, “but then he started going on about muggleborns, and how they’re dangerous, how ‘a son of the Noble House of Black shouldn’t be associating with such filth’.”

His tone changed, voice growing smaller, meeker, and she watched as he curled into himself.

“Then my mom came in, she always does his dirty work…”

His fingers absent-mindedly twitched towards the hem of his shirt, and she wanted to scream.

Crawling carefully towards him, she unwrapped his hand from the sheets and squeezed it. He leaned back against the headboard again, and she filled in the space beside him.

“…she said they were looking into ‘other educational institutions’ for me, ones that didn’t ‘pander to muggle sympathizer agendas’. They said if I didn’t shape up and start…honoring the family name, that I’d be sent away. They forbade me from taking the train in, didn’t say a word about if I was even allowed back, not until this morning…” In the absence of sheets, he played with her fingers, voice quiet and tired.

She didn’t know what to say. I mean…she did. She wanted to tell him that his family was batshit insane, that they were horrible bigots who lived in a delusional world full of hatred and false notions of purity. But at the end of the day—Sirius already knew all of that. What would it help?

So instead of speaking, she laid with him in silence while he ran a finger over her palm, tracing imaginary patterns along the lifelines. She watched as his eyelids became heavy and his breathing evened out before speaking again.

“Siri?”

He hummed, not able to open his eyes fully.

“I’m going to go to class, okay?”

Sirius gripped her hand, a desperate movement that brought tears to her eyes.

“…stay. Please…” he whispered.

The strain of his voice had her body going numb; the loud, obnoxious, overly confident boy she knew was long gone at that moment. It was devastating.

“Of course,” She nodded, laying back down as his body visibly relaxed; within seconds, he was asleep.

She brushed his hair out of his face, watching how his eyes fluttered in his sleep, “…you’re safe now, Siri.”

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June 11th, 1973

As the castle grounds thawed, so did Sirius’ attitude towards his parents threats. He leaned further into pranks, doubling down on his assault of the entirety of the Slytherin House, including his brother. The only thing stronger than his desire to disappoint his parents even further, was her and Remus’ determination to have them all pass their end of year exams. Peter was so tightly wound that he could barely function, consistently forgetting everything and mumbling to himself throughout the day. She tried her best to tutor him in anything he asked, holing up in the library for hours at a time and quizzing him on everything from Astronomy to Potions. With only a few more cram sessions until exams, Peter was practically tearing his hair out as they went over the properties of Fluxweed for the umpteenth time.

“—all you have to do is remember at least five uses!” She gave him an encouraging smile, trying to calm down the currently red-faced boy sitting across from her.

“I can barely name three! There’s no way I’m going to pass Herbology,“ Pete groaned, burying his head into his folded arms on the table, “Mum’s gonna kill me.”

She sighed, “Okay, what if we take a break and switch to—“

A crumped ball of paper struck the side of her head. Reaching down to pick it up off the floor, she unfolded what was clearly a page from the Daily Prophet:

MUGGLE FAMILY ATTACKED IN CROYDON!

James had kept them all informed about any news regarding the war; his parents wrote him daily and provided any updates they could. Attacks on muggles and muggleborns had become too frequent, and she tried her best to not show the effect it was having on her psyche. According to James, the ministry wasn’t naming suspects, but the general consensus was that Voldemort supporters (now coined as Death Eaters apparently) were behind it. Mr. Potter told his son that they were ‘monitoring’ a few individuals, but refused to give up any surnames, much to James’ dismay.

“Psst!”

She glanced over her shoulder to see a table of Slytherin’s directly behind them, smirking over torn pages of newspaper.

The dark haired boy nearest her leaned forward, “Isn’t your family from London too, mudblood?”

The table erupted into laughter. She tensed at the thought of her parents, gripping her quill so hard it was in danger of snapping. Across from her, Pete was staring daggers at them, mouth set in a hard line.

“Maybe they’ll be next Barty!” Mulciber clapped his friend on the back, shooting her a wink.

Beside him, a dirty-blonde boy crumpled up another piece of paper and levitated it with his wand, shooting it over towards her head again. Pete flicked it away quickly before it could invade their space. The Slytherin boy tore another page off the newspaper, balling it up in annoyance and launching it faster this time. Pete waved it away effortlessly with his wand. Before she could even register it, the boy stood up with an ink pot in his fist, throwing it with gusto across the aisle.

Pete leapt up with his wand trained on the glass jar, “Immobulus!”

The ink pot froze in mid-air just inches from her head, Peter grabbed it, setting it down safely onto the table. She exhaled the breath she had been holding, as Peter pointed his wand directly at the other boy.

“Expelliarmus!” He called, the Slytherin’s wand launching out of his fist and across the aisle. Pete snatched it, giving the other boy a brief glare as he turned and threw it across the library.

Mulciber rose from the table, “You stupid, fuckin—“

Before he could push his chair back, she grabbed Pete’s arm and pulled him towards the door, rushing out into the corridor and back towards Gryffindor Tower.

They paused to catch their breath on one of the moving staircases.

“I’m sorry,” Peter huffed, hands on his knees, “I didn’t mean to—I just heard what he called you and—I can go get McGonagall and tell her—“

“Pete!” She grabbed his shoulders, “That was—“

“Irresponsible? Stupid? Reckless? Yeah I know—“ Through deep breaths, he was looking down at this feet, shame growing visible on his face.

“I mean…yes, but it was also incredibly brave.”

Pete looked up, a smile creeping upwards as the Fat Lady granted them entrance.

“Thank you, you’re a good friend,” she hugged him tightly, his body tensing in her arms for a brief second until relaxing entirely.

“I also think it’s worth mentioning,” she released him from the embrace, “Both of those spells are definitely going to be on our final exams, and you executed them perfectly!”

The two of them walked into the common room, Peter blushing immensely.

“I think you just need to relax, you’ll do just fine—“

“—Great! Just the two we were looking for!” James stood in the center of the common room, excitement radiating from his entire body. Beside him, Sirius was perched on the couch with a large book in his lap, grinning broadly as they approached.

“…and why’s that?” She returned a skeptical look, eyes volleying between the two giddy boys.

James nodded towards the dormitory, “I think we should speak about it somewhere less…out in the open.”

That didn’t help ease her suspicions in the slightest capacity.

James led them all upstairs, Sirius launching himself onto his bed in a dramatic fashion as she sat on the of Remus’ vacant one.

“Where’s Lupin?” Pete asked, eyeing the bedside table of their missing friend.

“Detention,” Sirius smirked.

“For what?” She leaned over to sift through the collection of books on his nightstand, stealing a banged up copy of Animal Farm.

“Got caught putting time-released dung bombs under the benches of the Sytherin Table in the Great Hall.”

She raised a disapproving eyebrow, “I’m assuming that was your brilliant idea, so why aren’t you with him?”

Sirius shrugged, “McGonagall separated us. He’s got Friday, I’ve got Wednesday, James has Monday.”

She rolled her eyes, focusing back on James who was leaning against his bedpost.

“Right, so, speaking of Remus, we are all aware of his little…affliction,” he began to explain, “Well, we’ve been thinking of ways to help him and I think we’ve finally figured it out.”

She shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh, “There’s no cure for lycanthropy, James, trust me I’ve tried looking up a million different remedies and experimental treatments—”

“Yes, but that’s because you were too preoccupied on curing him, we're just talking about easing the symptoms,” Sirius sat up higher on his bed.

Her heart began to pick up speed, “What do you mean?”

“Werewolves are only a real danger to humans…not to other animals,” James started, “So we’re…uh—“

“—we’re going to become animagi and keep Lupin company during his transformations,” Sirius finished for him.

She stared between them blankly for a few seconds, “Okay, one question: ARE YOU COMPLETELY MAD?!”

Sirius smiled, James pushed off the bedpost and held up his hands in defense, “I know, I know, it’s…a lot, but we’ve looked into the process and it seems do-able. We would be able to keep Remus occupied while in wolf form so he might not hurt himself anymore!”

“James, the ritual to become an animagi is extremely difficult and dangerous if not done properly. I know you said you’ve looked into it, but have you considered the risks?”

He nodded absolutely, “Me and Sirius want to do it, we need to do it to help Remus. I can’t imagine waking up one morning to hear from Madam Pomfrey that he’s clawed his entire face off…”

She shuddered at the thought, thinking back to the morning Remus stared helplessly at the scar etched across his face in the bright, sterilized light of the hospital wing.

“So, are you in?” Sirius interrupted her thoughts, staring intently from across the room.

Peter seemed hesitant at first, but eventually began to nod silently once he saw James’ smile.

“When do you plan on doing it?” She muttered, a million thoughts ricocheting around her head.

“This summer,” James announced.

She looked between her three friends, admiring their loyalty but fearing their ambition, “…let me think about it.”

———

June 19th, 1973

Sirius had called her a coward.

After a long deliberation, and countless hours pouring over potion books and texts regarding animagi processes, she had ultimately decided to not pursue it alongside her friends. She loved Remus with her entire being, but when she read and reread the stories documented about rituals gone wrong, all she could think about was her family; she couldn’t put them through that.

James took the decision well, only asking that she promised not to tell a living soul about their plans, and to try and keep Remus distracted so he wouldn’t find out until it was completed. He knew that their friend wouldn’t approve of the rest of them doing something so dangerous, even it was to help him. Peter, being as easy-going as he was, didn’t care in the slightest. He understood her apprehension, and admitted to even considering backing out initially as well (something he disclosed to her privately, not daring to say it in front of the other two).

She caught Sirius and James leaving the quidditch pitch the week before school let out, the two boys getting in some final drills on the field before summer break. The animagi plan had been the only thing on her mind besides exams, weighing the risks and rewards over and over again in-between revising.

“I’ve thought it over,” she double-checked over her shoulder to make sure no one was around as they sat in the empty stands, “I’m not going to do the ritual with you guys.”

“Why?” She could immediately feel the anger radiated off of Sirius.

James’ smile fell slightly, a little crease forming in-between his brows, “Are you sure? I promise, we’ll be as safe and by-the-book as possible—“

“James,” she held up a gentle hand, “I’m positive. I can’t risk it going wrong, I can’t put my family in that position, having to live with some sort of half human…half…creature daughter.”

James looked like he was holding back, he did that a lot, something she had begun to notice little by little; but instead of letting his thoughts flow freely, he gave a single definitive nod.

Sirius was standing behind him, silent and brooding as his eyes threatened to burn a hole in her skull.

She met the intensity head-on, connecting their gazes into an unbroken line of tension.

“What’re you so afraid of?” Sirius mumbled.

She raised her eyebrows, a mixture of caution and wondering if he had even researched this ritual at all. “I mean, we can start with risk of becoming a permanent human-animal hybrid—“

“—It’s for Moony though,” His voice became colder as his eyes narrowed.

“Who?” Too annoyed at Sirius’ attitude, she didn’t have the brain power to follow along.

“Remus,” James chimed in, trying to diffuse the tension, “It’s his nickname we’ve been using since we found out about his…problem.”

Her eyes shot to James, “…a little morbid, don’t you think?”

He shrugged.

“He doesn’t care, he seems to like it. You don’t know him like we do,” Sirius jabbed.

It felt like she had been punched; the insecurities from first year floating back to the surface.

She wasn’t one of them, she never would be. They were her best friends, but she wasn’t theirs.

“Fuck you, Black,” she sneered, turning to leave. The desire to get away from them both was overwhelming.

Storming out from below the quidditch stands, James called after her.

Sirius called her a coward.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin angst #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fluff #marauders era fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x reader

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chessyhoward · 5 months

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take me to the lakes // chess & diego

No one ever told you how expensive motherhood was. Never mind the medical bills, the clothes your little one grew out of all too quick, one of the biggest drains on Chess' finances was finding ways to keep her daughter entertained. New to being a Mum and new to New York, Chess had become somewhat of an expert at finding all the things to do in the city that would amuse Hazel, and were most importantly, free. A twenty-year-old Chess had found herself spending hours researching the days they waved admission on various exhibits for children under three, or parks she could languish in for hours with only a blanket and books to keep Hazel entertained. She only felt guilty momentarily as she hurried Hazel past the overpriced ice cream vans.

This was a habit that she'd taken into her mid-twenties. Sure, she no longer had to rely on government programs to feed herself now, but Chess knew what it was like to subsidise a meal with coffee, and had no desire to go back to those times. So Chess and Hazel were spending their afternoon in Central Park, Hazel throwing fistfuls of bread at the ducks while Chess watched dutifully from a nearby bench. Her notebook was currently open atop her lap, jotting down ideas for her latest blog post.

A chill began to set over the park, and Chess pulled her blazer tighter around her, glancing over to make sure Hazel hadn't relinquished herself of her hat and scarf. Instead, she found that Hazel had vacated her spot entirely. Chess jumped to her feet, eyes scanning the surrounding area before relief gripped her heart. Hazel was tugging at the sleeve of a tall man - a stranger! - hadn't Chess taught her better? Running over as fast as she could in her heels, she caught the tail end of her daughter's plea.

" - get my bread, please?" Hazel chirped, all bambi-eyed, her socks slipping down into her patent-leather Mary-Janes. Chess took her hand reproachfully, from where it had been pointing at the sodden bag of bread in the pond. Tugging her little girl against her side, Chess fought not to appear extremely cross.

"Baby, you can't wander off like that." she said, the edges of her voice wavering with anxiety.

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d00fus · 1 year

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𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝗼 𝐖𝐢𝐧

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐕

Chess Player! Reader

Fem! Reader

Survivor or hunter, you choose!

Back and forth between enemies and lovers 🤷‍♀️

Y/N was replaying chess games from the past on a chess board at a small table around midnight. One night, she moved a white piece, starting the game, but before she could continue, she heard footsteps. She didn’t want this person to be weirded out by the fact she was playing chess so late at night, so she quickly went to her room before she could be seen. The next night she notices that a piece has moved.

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Y/N’s POV

I stared at the pieces in front of me, playing the different moves through my head. My cheek rested against my hand as my eyes started to feel heavy. The manor was quiet, quiet enough to where only my breathing and the occasional sound of chess pieces clunking against the board could be heard. I hoped to find someone to play chess with, someone actually decent, someone that would push me to my limits.

I hate to lose. Just the feeling of failure after giving your all, is something I hate to experience. I moved a pawn to e4, but before I could continue, I heard light footsteps that grew gradually louder.

My first instinct was to get out of there as quickly as possible, so that’s exactly what I did. I left the room before I could be seen.

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The Next Night

Around midnight I exited my room and sat down at the white side of the board. A piece had moved, knight to f6. I don’t remember moving any black pieces, so who did? I thought back to the person from the night before, who was it? They played a solid move, I moved a white piece and chewed at my nails as I played the different moves in my head. I’ve beat everyone I’ve played against at the manor without much of a challenge, but this game felt different, I don’t know why. I heard the footsteps once again and looked at the clock, 11:56, they’re rather early. They came around 12:15 the night before.

I stood up and exited the room.

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The Next Day

I sat on the sofa in between Xie and Fan, we all sat in a circle around the coffee table with Mary, Joseph, and Jack. I got along with all of them except for Fan and Jack, Fan because he’s a bit…aggressive? Jack just seems like a cocky jerk, hiding under this gentlemen like act, he seemed like someone who needed to be seriously humbled. His right hand, usually a claw, was now shaped like his other hand, his long slender fingers holding his cards.

Out of everyone in the room, I got along with Joseph and Mary the most.

Jack once again demolished us, Fan slammed his cards onto the table before exiting the room, muttering obscenities.

“Oh, well.”

“I’ll go get him, see you guys later.”

Xie said with a smile and a wave, everyone bid him farewell as he went after his friend.

“Jack..you seem very experienced in card games…why is that?”

I asked, no ordinary person could shuffle cards as well as he could, just the way his hands moved was…odd.

“Practice and experience, my dear.”

I nodded, our eyes met before I pulled away. His “innocent” smile never faltering once. I needed to play him in chess. After I find out who this midnight person is, he’s my next opponent.

“Even with practice and experience, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone shuffle cards like that.”

Joseph said with a soft chuckle, a hand covering his mouth, his legs crossed. Jack shrugged.

“I could ask Y/N here the same question.”

“Hm?”

Joseph raised an eyebrow.

“How is she so good at chess?”

I interrupted.

“You’ve never seen me play.”

“I’ve heard enough to at least have an idea.”

I shrugged as he dealt the cards once again.

“Practice and experience.”

“Good answer.”

Another round had passed, it was Jack and I remaining, he had beaten me with a full house.

“Is there anything you’re not good at…because I’m having difficulty finding anything..”

Joseph said with a nervous chuckle.

“Indeed.”

Mary said with a small laugh as Jack shrugged.

“There is.”

“What is it?”

“Now why would I tell any of you that? Wouldn’t that ruin the fun of it?”

I fought the urge to turn around and wipe that stupid smirk off his face…cocky bastard.

“I’m gonna go. See you guys later.”

The group bid me goodbye as I left the room, I had an upcoming match I needed to worry about.

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The nights went on as the game continued. Moves would be played during the day to make the game go by quicker, but we still never saw each other. The only thing I had to worry about was how the endgame played out. One blunder and it could screw up your entire game. I was confident until I made a terrible mistake, it took me so many days to notice. I stood, looking down at the board. How could I have lost? How? I didn’t get it. I kept replaying all the different moves. I didn’t notice that I started muttering myself.

“T-There’s nothing I can do…it’s mate in 6..”

I felt my back pressed into someone’s chest, he leaned over me, his cold, slender fingers guiding mine to the board, I’ve never felt so pathetic. I was so caught up in the game I hadn’t noticed him walk in.

“Resign, love.”

He muttered, his lips inches away from my ear. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking, his mask was off. He motioned towards my king, trying to set it down on its side, meaning I resign, But I wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“No. There has to be another move.”

“You sure about that?”

I felt like I was melting into his touch, fighting the urge to let his lips connect to my skin.

“What did you call me earlier…ah! That’s right…a cocky bastard if I’m correct.”

“You cheated. You switched your card with the ace of diamonds in your sleeve.”

"𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝗺𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫."

I turned around to face him, his hands on either side of me, leaning against the table, his face inches from mine.

“I hate you.”

“You hate how much you want me.”

“Sure seems like you’re the one who wants me, in fact, I’d say you love me.”

He leaned in and placed his lips on mine, before pulling away.

“I’m sure you’d want that.”

“How could you know that?”

“Because I seriously doubt you’d let any other guy touch you like this.”

“Joseph is an exception.”

I teased.

“You’ll regret saying that when I’m done with you, my dear.”

“Huh?”

His right hand gently took hold of my neck, pulling me back into him, his lips making themselves comfortable on mine. His hands went to the bottom of my shirt, before he could pull it off, I pulled away.

He raises an eyebrow, confused. His eyes were filled with want, he wanted me, no, needed me, terribly.

“𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧."

I said with a smirk, before fixing my shirt. I know I had lost against him in chess and poker, but in the game of love, you do, as he said, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝐰𝐢𝐧.

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If this gets enough hype I’ll make a part 2 of Jack getting his revenge or smut or something. 🤷‍♀️

#jack the ripper #identity v #identity 5 #idv the ripper #idv #idv shitpost #idv x reader #idv x you #female reader #enemies to lovers #enemies to enemies

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rosietrace · 10 months

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『 A little too distracted 』

Ocs featured: Maria Alarik, Noor Jawahir(Both by @windbornearchon), Lancelot Novellion, Davis Novellion

Pairing(s): Maria x Lance, Noor, Davis

Synopsis: It was meant to just be a normal day together. So why was Maria trying to avoid looking anywhere below Lance's collarbone?

Warning(s): Maria being thirsty, Noor being shameless about being thirsty, Davis /j, Lance being oblivious (affectionate), potentially ooc

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

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▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱♚⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤† Lancelot Novellion, the servant

How this situation even happened? Well, that was honestly beyond Maria's comprehension at this point.

The original plan was to just, y'know, watch her boyfriend - Lance - spar with his older brother. Said older brother also brought along his girlfriend, Noor. A double date, of sorts.

After sparring, they all probably would've gone their separate ways and done their own thing together. Noor and Davis would be bitching about everyone - and each other -, and Maria and Lance would get some quality time together playing…. Chess, or something. Watching a movie was also on the table.

That was meant to happen. Not…. Whatever actually happened.

Maria sat down next to Noor on the bench of the arena. She was simultaneously bewildered and unsurprised that RSA even had a training arena.

Noor whistled. “Well damn, looks like Davis is showing off,” she murmured just loud enough for only Maria to hear.

Maria arched a brow. “Are….. Are you checking him out?”

“Well, obviously, what did you think I was doing? Gawking at the concrete?” Noor shot back with a shameless grin. “Besides, you'd be checking out your boyfriend if given the chance.”

“That's too bold of an assumption, don't you think?”

“Nope. Not really, I just know that you know that we both know that both Novellion brothers are our water for even the hottest of deserts.”

Maria scrunched her nose at the implications. “Noor, I knew you were straightforward, but still-”

She was cut off. “Sorry, bloody Mary, but I say what I wanna say,” her eyes softened a little, upon seeing Davis preparing his blade for the match. “.... I guess that's what made me fall for him.”

Maria chuckled in amusement, endeared by the fact that - no matter how much she makes fun of him - Noor loves Davis. In a way, it reminded her of how Lance loved her.

Speaking of Lance….

Noticing that Maria wasn't paying much attention, Noor smirked deviously. “Speak of the devil,” she crossed her arms, giving the girl right next to her the side eye.

Confused, Maria looked in the direction Noor was looking and felt her jaw almost drop to the ground.

It was obviously Lance, Maria knew that much. But what was so shocking was that, well, he was wearing a tank top. His blazer was tied around his waist, and he was wearing the fingerless gloves that Maria had bought for him during one of their little shopping sprees.

He was breathtaking, and Maria practically felt her face go red upon seeing how well his body fit into the tank top.

Noor's smirk widened. “Aren't you the one who called me too ‘bold’?” she just barely managed to stifle her laughter. “Looks like the tables have turned on ya, Maria.”

Before she could retort back, Maria's head whipped towards Lance as he sent her a wave - And a gentle smile.

As a response, Maria waved back, smiling as well. Sure, she was a little flustered and this was a bit too uncharacteristic of her to do, but it wasn't like she was gonna be like this the whole time, right?

Wrong. Absolutely fucking wrong.

The moment Davis and Lance started sparring, all Maria's mind could do was take her back to the sight of Lance's muscles tensing as the grip on his sword tightened itself.

She gulped. This feels embarrassing…. She thought.

Not the fact that Lance was sparring, per se. More so the fact that she was shamelessly watching him - or more specifically, his arms - so intently.

Noor was a different story. Compared to Maria, who was trying to be discreet, she was utterly shameless.

She whistled loudly. “WOO! KICK HIS ASS, DAVY JONES!” Noor exclaimed, eyes sparkling as Davis deflected the thrusting of Lance's sword with his leg.

As a reply, Davis grunted with a determined grin. “Depends on the results of this match, Apollonia!” he parried another one of his brother's attacks.

Giggling, Noor rested her head on her hand. “Arrogant dork..” the tenderness in her voice contradicted what she said.

And Maria? Well……

In comparison, she was more or less silently cheering Lance on. It was better than accidentally loudly proclaiming how well-toned he was.

As the match reached its end, Lance dug his sword into the ground, now on one knee with his head hung low and his hands tightly gripping the blade's handle.

Davis panted, sheathing his sword back into its holster. “You did well, brother,” he declared, offering Lance a hand. “Although I doubt you'll be able to beat me any time soon.”

Lance huffed, accepting his brother's hand, and stood up. “We'll see about that, Davis.”

Letting go of his hand, Davis shrugged. “I'm not the one breathing heavily like they ran a marathon.”

Shaking his head, Lance bit back a smile of endearment. They both called off the match, declaring it a tie (even though Davis wanted himself to win).

Lance approached Maria while Davis walked up to Noor. He was adjusting his gloves, noticing how much they shifted in their position while he was sparring.

“How was I? I hope I didn't worry you too much,” Lance asked, his voice matching his apologetic expression. “I know you've seen me spar a couple of times before this, but still..”

Maria chuckled, trying to avert her eyes from Lance's upper torso. “Well, I'm just glad you didn't get a scar on your abdomen..” she laughed awkwardly after that.

Lance arched a brow at her after finishing the adjustments of his gloves. “Hm? Well, I doubt that would happen, but I can understand why you'd be worried about that.”

And of course, Lance was oblivious. He definitely noticed how red Maria's cheeks were, though.

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Okay, maybe Lance isn't as oblivious as originally thought.

Maria's reddened cheeks were a start, sure. But the fact that she was absolutely doing everything in her power to stop herself from looking below his neck was what concerned him.

And by that - Yes. She was trying to pry those kinds of thoughts out of her brain as they made their way to Terrovania to watch a movie together.

Seriously, what's up with me lately? Maria wondered, embarrassed in every fiber of her body. All because of Lance and his…

She shook her head. No, Maria. Self-control.

Once they arrived at Terrovania, Lance let Maria choose the movie and plopped down on her bed.

He squinted his eyes a little, pursing his lips as Maria was setting up. She's been…. Awfully avoidant since the spar ended.

He looked off to the side, somewhat nervous. Did I do something wrong?

He didn't have time to answer that question for himself, as Maria soon sat down next to him - yet kept a significant distance - and played the movie.

Silence was what had occurred for most of the first half, with the occasional comment about how stupid the two main leads are.

It would be an otherwise normal date had it not been for the fact that Maria would steal glances at Lance, blush, and look away while shaking her head.

Nearing the middle of the movie, Lance unexpectedly paused it. Maria flinched at the sudden action and turned to Lance. “What was that for?” she questioned.

At first, silence was the only thing she got but eventually Lance would follow up her question with one of his own.

“Are you mad at me?”

Maria's eyebrows raised, her eyes wider than saucers, and she felt her shoulders jolt up ever so slightly. “Eh?”

Lance tilted his head, frowning. “Is it because of the spar I had with my brother?” he asked again. “Because if so…”

Maria interjected before he could continue. “Wha- Don't be ridiculous, it isn't because of that!”

“Then what, Maria? You've been avoiding the idea of even looking at me ever since the match ended. Did I do something wro-”

“Ah, sevens damn it, I got distracted!” Maria blurted out. Upon realizing she did, she slapped her hand over her hand.

Lance's lips parted before he spoke again. “Pardon? Distracted by what?”

“Um….” Maria let out a dry, awkward, laugh. “You're gonna think my reason is silly-”

“Maria,” Lance rested his hand over hers. “I just want to know. Your feelings and in general, all your emotions, matter. Just as much as mine do.”

Sentimental as his words may have been, it still took a while for hesitant little Maria to even begin to utter the sentence she was about to say.

“..... I'm gonna be honest here,” Maria moved closer to Lance, leaning against his chest to cover the embarrassment on her face. “... I found you, particularly your arms…. Attractive.”

She was met with an eerie silence right after, and Maria contemplated if Lance just- Didn't want anything to do with her anymore for even thinking such thoughts about him!

But what did she get? Lance stifling his laughter as he pulled Maria closer to his chest, kissing the top of her head in amusement.

“Hah, Maria…” he lifted her chin, so gentle, so unwavering with the tender look in his eyes. “You give me so many more reasons to love and be amused by you, with each passing day.”

Her eyebrows raised a little, and even she could tell that her pupils were dilating. Regardless, Maria closed her eyes, relishing in Lance's touch with a soon-to-be devious smile.

“I could say the same for you too, Lancey.”

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unalivedblogger · 2 years

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The creeps during a baby shower

Trenderman has the best baby clothes in his gift bag hands down. Nobody could compare.

Splendormans gift was shirt that says "Mini me" in rainbow

Slenderman definitely is the mean aunt who wants everything perfect and expects nothing out of pocket to happen.

Tim/Masky definitely has stress on his back arranging everything and everyone to their seats and making sure everyone has served themselves.

Brian/Hoodie is keeping everyone away from the candy table until cake because sugar addiction is real in the building. Also in charge of making sure to take care of the host.

Toby is in charge of entertainment, music, and decorations. He's having a blast making people eat chocolate out of diapers.

The main competitive game is taking the glass pacifier if anyone crosses their arms or legs and says the word baby.

Sally and Lazari are having a blast enjoying everything. They gaslighted Toby in one of the games and made him lose. Their gift bags were onesies.

Lulu is the one who bought the sweets, balloons, and made the cake. Nobody takes her pacifier even if she loses. Her gift bag was a super soft blanket and a cute set of pacifiers.

Candycanes gift was a crib. She's talking with Lulu and eyeing everyone to cross their arms.

Ben is recording and laughing at everyone who loses. Was the first one to lose the moment he stepped in. His gift bag has a video game hoodie.

Eyeless Jack is only there for the food. His gift was a baby rattle and a binky.

Jeff took Ben's pacifier because he tends to cross his arms. In his gift bag he gave the baby a "I love hot moms" shirt. Definitely was forced to wear a diaper in one of the games because he brought alcohol.

Hobo heart is enjoying the moment genuinely. his gift bag was definitely shampoo and laundry detergent.

Helen is definitely painting in the corner as a gift also to avoid interaction.

X-virus has baby safe experiment toys in his gift bag. Was definitely scolded at.

Julius is definitely either starting shit or ending shit. The man cannot handle loud noises. His gift was a beautiful handmade baby dress.

Killian eventually covers Julius ears if he gets overstimulated with the amount of people or leave early but definitely take cake first. His gift was a baby shirt that says "I ❤️ boobs"

Jason and Candy came in together. The moment Poppy tasted something he liked the exact words he uttered next to Jason were "Oh yeah baby!" Jason did chase Poppy for the pacifier. Everyone was laughing at his comment.

Jason's gift was a beautiful teddy bear.

Candy's gift was a beautiful jester pajama and cotton cards.

Vine is with with papa grande just aurguing over how papa crossed his arms and he refuses to admit he did.

Nathan is standing drinking his beverage hand on hip with Ciara talking while vine and papa didn't notice that Nathan took both of their pacifiers. He gave one to Ciara. Otp moment.

The chess master is annoyed with Candypops yelling. His gift was a beautiful checkered soft pillow.

Janes gift was a stroller. Mary is definitely having baby fever. They're in the back somewhere talking with Judge angels.

Judge angels is definitely the one who was in charge of the place being reserved. Her gift was formula.

Sadie was definitely also checking on the host and made announcements for the dancing later that night.

Lost silvers gift was diapers and wipes. He's laughing at Toby and Jeff aurguing.

Bob and the Rake are on trash duty when the party is over. They're enjoying themselves.

Grinny cat is judging everyone.

Smile dog is being fed under the tables.

Sam is definitely only there for cake.

Nurse Ann is having the time of her life watching everything unfold. She's the one who brought the amazing drinks.

Zero is yelling at Jeff at some point when he crosses his legs.

Other zero is with zero and she's enjoying herself.

Clockwork is with Mary and Jane talking about baby fever and momma life.

Puppeteer is trying to avoid the commotion table but eventually gets into the drama.

Skully is with unknown making sure the gift table isn't overfilled.

Kate is with Chris the Revenant eating and brought bibs for the gift.

Third base is definitely laughing at Tobys games

Zalgo wasn't invited.

The X didn't go but left his gift of baby utensils.

The cat hunter brought baby bottles as his gift and is with the puppeteer.

April did not disappoint with the gift being a baby strap carrier. She's snatched canes pacifier and it went down.

Vergo is judging people silently with Grinny cat.

Zachary is waiting for the sweets table to be opened.

Wilson the Basher is with Zachary but eyeing the games.

Laughing Jack was questioned to even be invited. He showed up regardless to upset some and have a time laughing at Jeff.

Will Grossman left the moment Jack walked in.

Lyet is with April exchanging candies.

Nick Vanill is in charge of handing host the gifts to open and put away.

Ani the nights gift was a beautiful white onesie that keeps the baby warm.

Dancing ends up with someone tall falling, helium being used, candy being in everyones personal space, and Toby accidentally playing "Get low" and everyone loses their shit. End of the story.

#creepypasta headcanon #ciara heloise

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undercoverdrxco · 5 months

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