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Teacher's Pets
Fandom: JJK
Paring: Professor!Geto X Reader X Incubus!Gojo
Summary: The classic spell gone wrong that ends the reader being Professor Getot's pet Incubus' next meal.
Warming: NSFW, Darker Content, dub-con, no beta, minors DNI
Tags: College AU, student-teacher relations, fingering, praise, dirty talk, cum play, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral, size kink, double penetration, anal, squirting
Word Count: 7.5K
You only performed the silly ritual with your friends so that they would let you go home. You were all from pregaming at their house, laughing as they got ready for a night out, but you had no intention of being out on such a chilly and dreary night after a long day of classes.
You have every intention of spending the evening at home under your heated blanket with Animal Crossing and a big mug of hot chocolate. Your English Lit professor was not a part of these plans, but here he is sitting in the middle of your living room sofa with his legs so invitingly spread.
“P-Professor Geto…h-how did you get into my apartment?” you demand. The shake in your voice gives away how unnerved you are to find your professor has broken in.
Professor Geto lays his head against a closed fist and gives you that smile that makes him known as one of the more easygoing professors on campus. He is one of your favorites who had made reading those long classics printed on Bible-thin paper enjoyable. So enjoyable that you are currently taking him for the fourth year in a row.
He was also young, the youngest in the English department to be precise. The proximity age, good looks, and charm made a lot of the freshmen develop some sort of crush. You were not an exception to this. However, this infatuation with Professor Geto never went away after freshman year. You are ashamed to admit that scene you have walked in on is the beginning of a fantasy or two that keeps you up at night trying so hard to bring yourself to an orgasm.
But it was never enough. Your fingers could never quite reach that spot, you could never rub your clit in just the right way. It was so embarrassing and strange to be thinking that you can’t make yourself cum while a professor has broken into your apartment.
“I had a friend's help, one that has been just dying to meet you.”
Snapping his fingers, a sudden presence looms over you. A tall white-haired man stands just behind you in nothing but a black blindfold and matching collar around his neck, just below his Adam’s apple.
“Isn’t she just a cutie drenched in that sweet smell of need?”
Need? Need what? You gasp when the man pulls you back into his chest. You can feel his hardened cock sandwiched between him and your back.
“Is that so Satoru? That does make sense. Desire will make us do just about anything after all.”
Satoru nods eagerly, “Out of those mortals she was the one that was marked. So needy and desperate to cum because she can’t do it herself.”
“Oh, “ Suguru coos and his voice is dripping with a faux pity, “you poor thing.”
“H-how,” you bite your tongue so as to not reveal such embarrassing information about your….troubles.
“You look a little confused Y/N, allow me to explain what’s going on and what’s going to happen. It may be hard to believe but this is Satoru, “ He pauses and pats his thigh, which looks so sung in those dark slacks.
Your foot moves to step forward, but the professor isn’t calling to you.
A black wisp of smoke passes you, the weight of Gojo’s body against your back disappears and he reappears at Professor Geto’s feet. He sits there on his knees, hard, dripping cock on full display, like a loyal dog with a black leash now attached to his collar. You feel a tinge of jealousy somewhere deep in your chest at how happy and content Satoru looks.
“And he’s, my incubus. Now at the time, I’m sure you and your friends were completely unaware that the little ‘get lucky’ ritual you all performed was actually a marking ritual and it looks like it marked you to be my succubus’s next meal. So, you’re going to let Satoru here fuck until his full and satisfied.”
Satoru for his part looks so docile smiling at you, but there’s just something about him, an air he has that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Like at any moment the demon is going lounge at you.
You swallow and look between your professor and his ‘pet’ babbling, “But…I- I didn’t know. How could- when? I-I mean we did that like what? An hour ago?”
“No excuses. This is your doing and you’ll be fixing it whether you like it or not,” The sternness in his voice leaves little room for argument.
“Why me though?” your voice is getting higher as the panic rises.” We all did the same ritual together. We all wanted to ‘get lucky’. So why was I marked”
“Oh, that’s because Suguru’s got a big fat-hng!” Suguru shuts the demon up by pulling his leash taught.
“Because Gojo desires what I desire,” He supplies little of an actual explanation.
Suguru then lets the back leash be turned into smoke, thin whisps falling between his fingers before dissipating into nothing. The demon’s blindfold follows suit revealing a predatory pair of shining blue eyes.
You have no time to dwell on the warmth that Suguru’s words leave in your stomach. Their meaning is just on the tip of your tongue but is forgotten under Satoru’s gaze.
“She looks so cute blushing Suguru,“ the demon wines,” Please I'm dying over here!”
“Well Y/N? Are you going to let Satoru sit here and suffer?”You swallow thickly. Satoru did look pitiful down there. His cock flushed red and drooling. Aching for soem of relief. He’s so desperate that he jerks his hips into the air as if that would help. It was arousing. And your professor sitting on your living room sofa, legs spread wide and welcoming with that lazy smirk was even more arousing.
The sick thing is that the thought of laying down and letting this stranger rut his hips into you like a dog in heat while your favorite professor leisurely watches does cross your mind and does make you feel hot. But, there’s a single thread of logic that pulls you back to reality.
Your professor broke into your apartment with some…some demon who he wanted you to fuck in front of him. Ok, that still sounds a little hot- no! This was all wrong. This was a crime. This was….This was…
You take a step back and Suguru’s face falls. He warms you, “Now, now Y/N you wouldn't want me to sick him on you, would you? I can’t be held responsible for anything he does if I have to.”
“Bu-but I don’t mean…I didn’t think that it was real. I-I just wanted to go home.”
“Excuses, excuses,” he tsks.
You take another step back. Suguru nudges his sleek dress boot against Satoru’s naked thigh and the demon attacks.
In the blur, you are on your hands and knees, a firm hand pressing down on the back of your neck keeping your face smooshed into the carpet.
“Aww listen to her wine~ ain’t she such a cutie?”
With his free hand, Gojo pulls down the cotton shorts and panties down to your knees.
“Suguru! Suguru! look! She’s got a little wet patch on her patients already,” your face burns as the demon excitedly points out the dark patch on your underwear.
“Looks like she’s been hiding some things from us. You should know now Y/N that you can't hide anything for Satoru.”
You feel a hand creep further and further up your thigh. No, not there, don't touch there-
“Fuck you sound so good whining,” Gojo comments as his fingers slip between your slick folds, “And you’re wet already. Bet it was all those dirty fantasies about your English professor running through your pretty head when you came back to see him here.”
How did he know that? You can’t dwell on the question too long because Satoru is pushing two slender fingers into you.
“And what are these dirty fantasies of Y/N’s about?”
You do your best to shake your head and plead to the demon, “P-please don’t-oh god!” your own moan cuts You off. Gojo's fingers are slipping in and out of you. Going deeper than your fingers could ever reach. They Curl into spots that make you tremble and forget how to string words together into coherent sentences.
“She’s got such a filthy mind,” He begins revealing all your dirty secrets while fucking a third finger into you. ”Wants you to fuck her pretty much everywhere on campus. Over the desk in your office, down on her knees letting you fuck her throat in the most secluded parts of the library's old wing, letting you fuck this soaking cunt in front of the whole class to show them who she belongs to. Fuuuuck, what a lewd girl you are.”
In the position the demon has you in you can’t see Professor Geto squeezing the outline of his hardened cock through his slacks.
“Go on,” Geto demands.
“And you like it messy don’t you cutie,” Gojo laughs spreading his fingers apart making your toes curl at the feeling of being stretched open even more, “You can drop the sweet and scared virgin act. I know you want to be drooling all over Suguru’s cock, want your spit and his cum to be dribbling down your chin. You want Suguru to use that heavy, beautiful cock of his to paint your face and tits. Y/N here thinks about getting to go to your office first thing in the morning just so you can fuck this sloppy cunt full of cum and walk around with a cute little jeweled plug keeping it all in for the whole day. Doesn't that sound so nice Suguru?”
“We’ll see how things play out Satoru. Now come on, don't play with your food.”
You are flipped over onto your back. Gojo makes quick work of throwing your shorts and panties to the side. You are left in nothing but the cropped hoodie you wore to your friend's place. Since the pre-game took place at her apartment just a few floors below, you had not bothered with a bra.
From this new position, Satoru looks down at you with the hungriest look in his eyes and a big smile plastered across his face. Craning your neck to escape his hungry gaze you see an upside-down view of your professor working on unbuckling his pants.
Gojo, wanting all your attention, gets it by slapping the head of his cock against your slick clit.
“You hear that cutie?” and yes you do hear the wet slapping noise you two make. Each time the tip slaps against your clit it sends a pleasurable little shock through your body.
Then he starts rubbing his erection between your folds, using your wetness to coat it. His hands yank your hoodies up over your plump breasts. You whimper as his hands run back down your sides and grip your hips.
“W-wait- don’t!” but you plead goes ignore as Gojo pushes himself inside you.
Your back arches and your eyes roll back. Gojo feels so good, he’s going so deep, hitting all the right spots that are making your jaw tremble, it was like his dick was made for you.
“S-see? Doesn't that feel good? You feel so good squeezing around my cock. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You can try and d-deny that all you like,” he begins slowing rolling his hips into yours, “But the way you’re suckin’ me in right now. Your body can't lie to me Y/N. I know how much you crave to be fucked until you can’t think. You want to be nothing but a fuck toy for your favorite professor.”
You whimper and turn your head away from him. The demon was right about everything. You love this. Your body is thrumming with lust and pleasure that you have been craving for weeks. But you never wanted it like this!
“B-but this is so wrong~,” you say as tears well up in your eyes, and his pace picks up.
“Shhh, shhh, there's no need to cry like that baby. Just listen to yourself,” Gojo soothes cupping your cheek so that your eyes stay on him.
With a little hiccup and a sniffle, you obey. You don’t have to strain your ears much to hear the lewd noises you and Gojo’s bodies make. You moan,you sound so wet, and it feels so good.
You can tell yourself that this is wrong, but you can’t deny how the incubus’s cock is making you feel.
Suguru has fished his hard-on out of his pants and is now slowly stroking himself to the view before him. His incubus rocking his hips into your squelching cunt. Each time Gojo thrusts into you your tits give a little bounce. It's quite a sight to see his favorite student getting fucked by his favorite pet.
‘Mabey Satoru is on to something. We both have become lonely.’
“S-satoru! s-slow down, s’too much” Your senses become muddles with ecstasy and pleasure. Your morals are slipping away from you too fast.
The demon laughs at your pathic pleas, “Slow down? But your body is loving this cutie. Fuck, fuck fuck, that’s it. Feels so good squeezing around my cock. Gunna milk me dry if you keep this up.”
Your back arches to the carpet again and your eyes widen. No way that you were about to cum on a stranger's cock while your English professor watched stroking his own! And so quickly! Holy fuck, the upside-down views of Professor Geto jerking off his thick cock is mouth-watering.
Your orgasm crashes over you. Your skin becomes flushed with a delightful tingle and that knot that kept tightening in your tummy just snaps. You can’t think about anything else but the way that your wall is molding perfectly to his cock. A thick viscous warmth floods your cunt as Satoru’s hips press against yours.
“That’s that’s it cutie. yesyeysyes,” Satoru chants in a tight voice.
He doesn't pull out until your body feels like putty in his hands. Thighs twitching from the aftershock is the first of many mind-blowing orgasms to come. In your post-orgasmic state, it is easy for the demon to pick you up off the ground and set you between his legs. Your back sags against his bare chest.
As you come back down to your senses the incubus pulls both your legs over his thighs. Your face becomes flushed red all over again as the demon spreads you out in front of your professor.
Said the man stopping stroking himself, settling his hand around the base of his cock. He doesn’t want to cum yet. You’ll be taking his cum tonight, all of it.
You try to look away from Professor Geto’s intense stare but Satoru grips on your chin between his fingers, keeping your head forward. You wine in protest and squeeze your eyes shut as the demon begins to play with his own cum seeping out of your hole.
“St-stop-ah! Please th-that’s”
“It’s what cutie?” Gojo teases smearing his cum between your fold,” it feels good?” he gathers some of the milky white substance between his fingers and pushes it back into you,” It must feel good within how you’re clenching around my fingers. Feel like the horny thing wants to be filled with a cock again.”
“Is that so Satoru?”
“I'm sure of it. She’s still drenched in that smell. I think she just needs some reassurance. You just need to relax Y/N we know exactly what you need and what you want,” Satoru curls his fingers inside you right over that spot that has you throwing your head back with a gasp. “But you are fighting it with those pesky morals. Come on now, just let’em go Y/N.”
The incubus words are doing something to you. Suguru knows what the succubus is doing, he can sense the magic coming off his breath causing you to grow unfocused again. Not enough to make you lose track of where you are or what’s going on, but enough to make you crave another orgasm.
The demon nuzzles into your neck and continues to enchant you with his words and slender fingers,” Don’t deny yourself this Y/N I know how much you need to feel good, and Suguru and I are here to help. You just got to relax, that’s it, relax those muscles for us. Let yourself feel good yea?”
Watching you relax against Satoru as he lazy pumps his fingers inside was a scene that Suguru could watch for hours, but some other parts of him can’t wait.
“Y/N, come here,” he patted his thigh just as he had done with Satoru.
The succubus lets go of you so you can crawl on your hands and knees to your professor. His incubus takes a moment to enjoy the view before crawling after you. You sit on your knees between the professor’s spread legs, still with that red blush across your cheeks. By the end of the night, they’ll fuck that shyness right out of you. He is sure of it. For now, he wants to see how obedient you can be.
“Suck it,” he demands softly, angling the head of his dick towards your mouth.
Suguru lets off a shaky breath as you take him into your mouth. From behind you Satoru’s darkened eyes watch you slowly slip more of Sugur's thick shaft into your mouth.
You've never had anyone as big as Suguru so of course you struggle. A firm hand running its fingers through your hair and another pair massaging your ass keeps encouraging you to keep going.
His praise is just a bonus,”That’s it, shit look that Satoru. She's so determined.”
“Turns you on, doesn't it?”, the demon asks knowing the answer but wanting to see your reaction to your dear professor confirming it.
“Yes.”
With your nose finally nuzzled snuggly against the thick patch of hair between his legs you moan. Finally, finally, you're seeing Satoru’s and Suguru's side of things. Realizing that they are here to make you feel good so the demon can have his fill of your sweet energy.
You pull back quickly and cough, gasping for breath. But you are so determined to please the English professor that you take His cock back into your mouth pressing your tongue into the underside of his shaft this time.
“Look like Satoru was spot on about you, “ Suguru groans. “Acting like this is all sorts of wrong, but when it comes down to it you are such an obedient little slut for us.”
He watches you experimentally bob your head, catching on quickly. Who knows that timid, studious girl who sits in front of all his lectures but barely says a word could suck dick so good?
His eyes flutter close enjoying your mouth bobbing and slobbering all over him. You get into a steady rhythm, drooling all over his cock making the process of slipping him down the back of your throat easier.
His eyes snap open when you begin to gag. Your throat constricts around him and thank God you pull off of him or else you’d be gagging for different reasons.
You scramble to brace your hands against Suguru’s big thighs and whip your head to look over your shoulder. Satoru smiles innocently at you as he rolls his hips into you again.
“S-Satoru! I-I can’t suck him off with you d-doing that ~”, your head collapses against Suguru’s leg as the demon fucks into your messy cunt making your legs feel like jello.
Suguru’s hand slips from the top of your head to cup your cheek to have you look up at him. You look beautiful with your ruddy cheeks, short breaths, and blow pupils.
“You can too baby, you're such a fast learner after all and so eager to please.” that seemed to be all the encouragement you needed because you took him back into your mouth. Suguru lets out a long breath, “Atta girl.”
Your rhythm becomes unsteady, and you are still gagging every now and then, but it is just as good if not better. Suguru’s combs back your hair to keep it out of the way of your pretty lips warped around his cock.
As Satoru takes you from behind, he leans over to talk into your ear, “Now try hollowing your cheeks, yea just like that. fuck, you’re a natural at this” he cuts his eye to Suguru, “ We have to keep her. She’s barley done this before you know. She’s read some dirty fanfictions, watches porn, had a few akwrad times, but has barey evrer tasted dick like this until now. “
No, not this again. You didn't quite like how the demon could work his way into your head and find out all your secrets. You can't object this time with your mouth already occupied, but you can groan around Suguru’s cock and wiggle your hips. Satoru laughs, griping you tighter so you can’t wither around much as he sinks his cock back into you.
“She's so embarrassed Suguru~” he teases, “She doesn’t want you to know sad her sex life has been until now. Just some flings here and there, awkward grouping, and pathetic dry humping in a Honda Accord. She's the only person who ever made herself cum before me, well before she hit this dry spell that’s made her so desperate for pleasure. Oh fuckfuckfuck. Y/N we’re going to ruin this pussy. Shit, she's so excited for that Suguru.”
You pull back to catch your breath, burring your face in Suguru’s clothed thigh as Satoru pounds into your tight cunt. The words were spot on but still embarrassing to hear out loud. Suguru for his part thinks your reaction is cute and funny.
“Now now, “ he turns her head up to look at him “No need to be embarrassed. You want to feel good right?”
“Y-yes, but-”
“No buts then. Just be a good girl, do what I say, let Satoru feed on you, and you’ll feel so good you’ll lose your God damn mind OK.”
Oh, did sound good. Too good to be true And it was still wrong. But you couldn't say no to the idea of being used by the two men. Let them fill just about every hole you have with their cum. Getting to cum so many times that you might lose count.
“Ok.”, you answer them opening your mouth wide for Suguru to slip his fat cock back onto into.
“yesssss,“ Satoru hisses, “she’s thinking about letting us use her like our cute personal sex toy. Wants us to cum inside her, doesn't want to waste a single drop.”
You moan around Suguru’s cock confirming that yes, you want both their cum, you need it. You need to feel your English professor fill your mouth and his demon fiils your cunt again.
“That’s such a good girl,” Suguru groans, hands coming to comb back your hair so he can get a good look at you, “Gonna be a good girl and take everything we give you?”
You do your best to nod.
“She does sound like a keeper Satoru .”
“I-I told you.”
You continue to bob your head. The repeated assault on the back of your throat causes tears to collect at the corner of your eye. Even though it’s uncomfortable and going to cause your throat to be sore tomorrow you keep going. You want to feel your English Professor’s cum shooting down the back of your throat.
“Shit, that’s it, baby, that ittttt,” with his other hands Suguru reached out for the demon, “Satoru come’er,”
Looking up Suguru grips the back of his head and pulls Satoru into a hungry kiss. He pushes you down on his cock making you gag more. You don’t mind it though, the sight above and the grunts from Professor Geto as his cum spurts down your throat is more than worth it.
Suguru pulls away and looks down at you. He feels you swallow around him trying your hardest to swallow every single drop of his cum, but some still manages to slip out of the corner of your mouth. Luckily the incubus is still there behind you, steadily thrusting his cock into you. He dips down to lick the cum dribbling out of your mouth.
“Poot thing, you cummed too much Suguru”
The Professor was quiet for a moment, thinking over what the Incubus had been hinting at tonight, “She’ll learn to take it all like a good girl in time. “
Satoru moans giddy, “She will, and I’ll teach her all there is to know!”
Satoru was still hunched over you as you pull off Suguru's cock gasping for breath. You don’t get a chance to catch it Satoru pulls you into the same kind of messy open-mouth kiss you were seeing above. He can taste Suguru on your tongue.
When he breaks away you still gasp for breath and it’s such a sight. A shiny string of spit connecting your swollen lips, your eyes too big and dazed, your face full of want, fuck, you’re perfect
“You ready to cum again cutie?”
You nod eagerly, pussy clenching around his dick. Satoru let's go of your chin and snake hands down between your legs. His finger home in you your clit and starts to rub vigorously back and forth over it.
Your eyes go wide and it's like something suddenly snaps. If not for Suguru’s leg you probably would be face down on the floor right now. You collapse against your professor who’s already caught on to what his incubus wants from you. He’s pretty sure this will be the first time that you’ve ever squirted.
Sugar is no help to you. He lays his arms across the back of your couch and enjoys the look of panic that crosses your face.
“W-wiat !” You get a little bit of strength back and use it to try and escape Gojo, but it's useless. Feeling the pressure continue to build in your stomach only makes you more frantic, ”I need a time-out! Hnnn~p-lease, i-i need a bathroom break or i-i’m gonna”
The demon doesn't stop his assault. Big fat tears of embarrassment well up in those pretty eyes of yours as you feel the release coming and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
You cry as Satoru's cock counties to drill into your gushing pussy. He fucks you through the blinding, mind-numbing orgasm while chasing his own. Slurred cruces mix with your name bubble from his mouth, and he empties himself inside your cunt again.
“Shit,“ Satoru breathes. He pulls his hand to his mouth and licks your wetness from his fingers, ”She so good. I am so glad you marked yourself for me cutie. Couldn't think of any other mortal I'd want to fucking ruin.”
Your mushy brain barely registers anything the incubus is saying. It’s still clouded by feeling dam good and just having cummed so damn hard. You can feel how the demons are still plugged inside you and hard. Eventually, you begin to feel other things, like the button of Suguru’s slacks digging into your cheek and the wetness coating your thighs.
‘Wow’
“D-di I just squirt?”
You can't believe it. You’ve ever seen people squirt in porn and you thought it took some sort of special skill set to do so.
“Mhmm, “ Satoru hums, “And I bet it felt as good as it looked.”
You bashfully nod, “it did.”
You shift your knees, the carpet beginning to leave a scratchy red imprint on your skin. Doing so reminds you of the pulsing cock still inside you. “H-how are you still hard? We’ve done it twice already.”
Satoru laughs, oh he has so much to teach you, “Because I’m still hungry for you.”
“Y/N, baby, come up here to get off your knees. You look like you are getting uncomfortable in this position.”
You nod and though Satoru’s pouty about it he pulls out and helps you crawl onto the other’s lap.
With Satoru’s help, you pull your last article of clothing off. In front of you Suguru’s eye level with your titis and can’t keep his eye off them. You shiver as his fingers glide over the soft flesh then flick one of your nipples making it pebble from the harsh treatment. He hums approvingly.
Ok, that was pretty hot. Even hotter is the dark and hungry way that he stares at you. Behind you, Satoru's hands guide you down starting from your shoulders then past your elbows, and stopping at your wrists. You squeak when he wraps one hand around your writs and pulls them towards his cock still hard and slick from your pussy.
With your breast now pressed even further in his face Segura cups one of your supple breasts in the palm of his hand. He runs a thumb over your pebbled nipple. Your breath catches in the back of your throat.
You straddle the professor’s leg. His hard-on presses into your tummy making you moan wantingly. Suguru smiles softly. All it took was a good fucking and your putty in their hands.
“Oh, not expecting them to be so sensitive?” Suguru teases with that easy smile of his.
You nod your head. Since when was your home this cold? Or was it the man- the demon behind you? The one who is occupying himself by leaving sloppy wet kisses along your neck.
Another mouth, Suguru’s, is suddenly on you as well. He takes a nipple into your mouth and sucks, hard, causing a moan to be ripped from you. Suguru doesn't leave out your other tit from his attention either, squeezing and pawing at the fat.
You find yourself rocking your hips back and forth, the rough material of his slacks providing only some relief to the aching between your leg that has flared up again.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” Satoru whispers against your ear.
His hands move to your hips now, holding them and guiding them in a steadier rhythm. It wasn't as hard or fast as you had in mind, but you can feel so much more. The incubus knew exactly what your body needed, more so than you apparently.
“It’s s’good S-Satoru, but…I want more,” there is still a hint of that downright adorable bashfulness, but the two can tell you lust is overcoming you and you become their shameless little whore.
Suguru pulls away from the boob with a wet pop, “Insatiable, she’ll fit right in.” Then begins giving the other the same treatment.
You whine, leaning back more, and shove your chest further into the professor's face. The demon’s voice behind you only drives you closer to cummign again, all over your English professor's nice dress pants.
“Look at him Y/N, his cock’s already hard for us again. So flushed and drooling just for us, for you. You know how long he’s wanted to bury it in this sweet cunt of yours?” to be the malevolent demon he is Satoru slips hands hand down the pinch of your clit as you roll it against Suguru’s thigh.
“Satoru, “ he warns the demon.
“What?” Satoru begins to lightly rub the sensitive nub as if to say he is sorry. “If you get to know all of Y/N’s dirty thoughts about her favorite English professor she should get to know what you think of your favorite student.”
When Suguru doesn't have a reply to the demon he continues, “He loses it when you wear those cute skirts and baggy cardigans. Loves thinking of how your titis fit so snugly in those tank tops. He Imagines just yanking them down and getting these perfect tits to flop out. And you’re not the only one who fantasizes about fucking in a lecture hall. He wants to watch you go down on your knees in an empty classroom. Take these tits and squish them around his cock. You stay down there like a good girl while you let him cum all over your face.”
Your moan is high-pitched, and another orgasm is building up in your groin. How many would this make now? You‘ve already lost count.
“You like that?” Satoru asks you and you nod.
“M’gonna cum again.”
Suguru Chuckles, ”We can tell. Look at the mess you’re making baby.”
When you look down sure enough there was a dark patch where your pussy is grinding back and forth. Normally you would have hid your face in embarrassment, but if you can't keep track of how many times you’ve cummed how could you find the will to be embarrassed?
“Why don’t you go ahead and cum for us again baby, go on. Let us see that pretty face again, ” Suguru commands.
You don't have to be told twice. On his word, you feel your body tense. You have to grab onto the professor’s shoulders just to hold yourself steady as an orgasm shudders through you. You look absolutely amazing cumming. Suguru leans back just enough to really get a good look at you. Your chest rises and falls with one big breath after the other. Your nipples are perked. Your body is obviously overstimulated at this point. Your drolling, eyes glossy with unshed tears, and pupils blown wide.
“That’s it, atta girl,” Suguru praises you.
You fall against Suguru’s chest feeling spent from benign brought to one orgasm after the other. Satoru’s hand groups at the supple flesh of your thighs meaning that it isn’t over yet A small sound akin to a whimper comes from you. It wasn’t that you were opposed to more, but you’re not sure that your body can handle it.
“Tapping out already?” Satoru asks and you nod, “Well that's too damn bad, there is no tapping out in this situation, did I fuck you so good that you forgot?”
Oh, oh no. “I-I don't think I can go one though.”
“Aww, I don't care,” his voice is lowered to some darker and greedier, ”You're the one that performed that ritual, and you know you have to face the consequences of those actions.”
You whimper again because he was absolutely right, and your body was too tired to fight him on it. You have been marked, the incubus was going to feed on you until he was full, and by the looks of things Satoru had a big appetite.
There was also your English professor and his hungry eyes and those fantasies that his pet shared. Said man lets you lean against him and catch your breath. He almost feels bad, almost. The way your body looks with you overstimulated and so fucked out that you have a hard time catching your breath was just so addictive. He could look at you all day on this.
“Oh, you wanna know what just popped in his head?” He doesn’t wait for a response, “He wants to tie you up in some pretty ropes and put a wand to your clit and just sit back with a nice drink and watch you squirt and cum for hours. How does it sound cutie?”
You moan. You’re not sure what a wand is, but you can tell from context it's some kind of sex toy. A sex toy that the professor you’ve been crushing on wanted to use on you for hours on end? Along with arousal, you feel a warm feeling flutter in your chest and smile goofily. Your professor likes you.
“Aww look at that, “ Suguru cups your cheek as a signal that he wants you to look at him. You push on his chest and sit up on his lap.”Whatcha smiling for a baby?”
“You like me,” you answer.
He chuckles combing your hair back to get a look at your love-drunk face. Maybe they should stop soon. You look so far gone already,” Yea baby I do like you, and Satoru likes you too. Was that not clear before?”
“Mmm, maybe?” you giggle.
“You look so beautiful drunk off our cocks cutie. You want more of them?” Satoru asks kneading your ass cheeks.
“Oh god,” you huff. You feel so good but it’s too much, you don't know if your body can handle all this attention at once.
The demon behind you giggles, ”Aww, cutie, there isn't a god here tonight. Just a sorcerer and his demons.
There was something off about that sentence, but your fuzzy head can’t connect the dots.
“Would you like that cutie? You wanna work with me to make Suguru feel good?”
Now that you understand and nod eagerly looking down at the inky hair your fingers are interned with, “Wanna make you feel good.”
“Then why don't you ride that thick cock of his?”
At the suggestion, you're already pawing at the professor’s hard cock. When did he get so hard again? Or was he still hard from the last time? You couldn't tell what time was anymore.
Somehow you managed to line himself up with your messy entrance then slowly start to sit down. Fuck, he was big. The fat head of his cock already felt like too much. Your little whines from the painful could make Suguru cum on the spot right then and there if he wasn’t putting so much effort into not cumming. He can't look away from your contorted face as you continue to take more of him.
Then finally, you let out a heavy breath fully seated on Suguru’s lap. You feel so dazed. He’s all the way in and you can feel every inch of the man in every spot inside you. Just having him inside you feels like you’re going to cum.
“Good girl,” he purrs rubbing his palm over your abdomen. Pressing down and groans because he can feel his aching cock under his hand. “Took me so well all by herself, fuck you’re so beautiful like this baby. Gonna stuff you full of my cum sooner than I thought. “
“We,” Satoru corrects from behind spreading your cheeks apart,” because while you get to fuck that perfect cunt, I get this cute little ass all to myself.”
You yelp feeling something cool slip between your ass cheeks. It's a struggle but when you get a glance over your shoulder you see a long string of his saliva dripping down from Satoru’s mouth. Your eyes widen in what might be the horror or a residual wave of embarrassment.
“S-Satoru i-i’ve never done it this way before.”
Suguru’s fingers under your chin draw your attention back to him. His smooth smile is intoxicating just like the incubus’ words.
“Now come on baby, yes you can. “
“But all at once?”
“We know you can. And you wanna feel good right?” Satoru asks right by the shell of your ears.
While you shiver under him Satoru strokes his dick, spreading his precum down the shaft.
“I do.”
You can't see him, but Suguru can see the excited, borderline feral look in his eyes. He licks his fangs, long ones that you might be too far gone to feel pierce your skin, and continues his magic onto you, he places his hands back on your ass, “And you want you to make us feel good?”
“I do.”
“And I can taste that want rolling off you in waves cutie.”
With just the slightest roll of his hips, Suguru has you moaning his name and collapsing back into his chest. Suguru himself moans feeling you clench around him even tighter.
Satoru crowds further over you like he’s closing in on his prey.
“You wanna taste it Y/N? Do you wanna be like me and be able to taste the feelings you feel right now and see all the naughty things going through our professor’s head?”
You’re not thinking straight You’re so cock drunk that you don’t see the glaring red flags of what his words imply. You just know that yes, you do want to know what Professor Geto t really thinks of you.
“I do.”
With a thrift thrust, you feel another cock enter you. Both you and Satoru moan. You felt full before but now you felt absolutely stuffed with one cock stretching your pussy and the other stretching your ass. How did he slip so easily inside you? How could you still think at this point?
“S’much,” your words feel heavy on your tongue.
“And it's not even all of it,” Satoru says putting your body at ease, “We haven't even started to fuck you yet cutie.”
A guttural moan is ripped from you as both men began fuck your holes. The world fully falls away at this point. Suguru’s grip your hips moving them how he wants to. His feet are planted firmly on the ground so he can fuck up into you. Behind you and in the same tandem that Satoru fucks your ass as his own hands grope your breasts.
“Oh fuck…c-can feel. Ahh~” Your hand's fists Suguru’s nice dress shirt. It wasn't fair that he was the only one that got to be dressed. Your struggle to breathe each time you feel, yes feel, the heads of their dicks connecting inside of you your breath hitches in a little hiccup. It's adorable. Satoru looks forward to experiencing more of these cute reactions.
Suguru swallows and looks down at you in awe at how you can take them both. He can feel your drool seeping into his dress shirt and the way you clench around him. You won't last long like this.
“Satoru if you’re going to do it, do it now.“
“Fuck fuck, fuckI I know. Fuck she feels so good Suguru,” the demon moans and whines. Suguru is the only one not drooling now.
Your professor’s pace becomes more brutal making your moans higher and louder. His demon follows suit. His hips loudly smack against your ass with enough force to make your cheeks jiggle. Below you, there is the lewd squelching of Suguru driving into you.
Satoru pushed up on your tits so that your back is flushed against his. Now you can't hide your face anymore. And what a face it is.
Your jaw snaps shut when Satoru brings his fangs to your neck. Your teeth clack together, and a hiss of air is pushed through them. It hurts a lot more than you think it should. The pain spreads from your neck to the center of your chest.
“S-S’toru,” you weakly protest.
The demon unlatches his mouth from your neck. He looks ethereal to Suguru. At the call of his demon's name, his gaze shifts to Suguru just as the man pulls him into another sloppy kiss. When the two pull apart both of their mouths are now smeared with your blood.
Satoru smiles and then turns his attention back to you. Your next to get a sloppy open-mouth kiss that you greedily accept.
You're about to cum again, you can feel that familiar pressure building. Satoru can taste it in the air. He savors inklings of another orgasm from you. They can feel the way you pathetically roll your hips trying to meet the brutal pace he’s set that’s become more erratic.
Satoru pulls away and you stare into the wild eyes of the demon “You about cum pretty girl?”
You weakly nod watching as he bites his lips hard enough to draw a fat drop of blood, he picks it up.
“Then cum with us, join us, yea?”
“Yes, yes, yes~” you catch as the pressure bursts, and you see nothing but darkness and stars.
“Shit, Atta girl, fuck goanna milk me dry,” Suguru’s hold on you becomes bruising as he thrusts up once more and buries himself into your tight heat, and empties himself inside you.
Satoru crashes his lips against you once again, slick tongue slipping into your mouth that fills with a copper taste. The demon’s hips staling flush against your ass.
Your eyes roll back, and you let this new darkness consume you. The world is still for a moment. The pleasure courses through you. God, it feels like it’s never going to stop. Your mind starts to fade. You try to cling to these new sensations that are barely there but eventually, you get pulled away in unconsciousness.
The two men lose their breath as they fill you with their cum and your body greedily squeezes every last drop. Once they grow soft they gingery pulling out of your limp body.
Satoru is hesitant to break the scene,” Is she?”
Sugar nods looking at your unconscious body in his arms,” Yea.”
The demon laughs, Oppsie~”
“How long until the transformation comes to fruition?”
“A while, a few weeks Mabey, “he soothes your hair,” But she’ll feel her first hunger for sure.”
“Hmm, you know your venom.”
“Oh, I know, poor thing, but when her first hunger hits she’ll instinctually seek you out, master.”
The Sorcerer hums, “Won’t that be interesting?”
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Housekeeping
Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader
Summary: When Harry gets a part-time gig cleaning the house down the street to escape the Dursleys for a few hours a week during the summer, he soon recognises the residents’ daughter as his own schoolmate.
Content Warnings: None, really? Not proofread. There’s no specific time this takes place, you could say it’s the summer after fifth year. Reader is also a Ravenclaw but it doesn’t have too much of an impact. Mentions of a functional family.
“There you go, Harry. Don’t worry about the downstairs, today. Just some light dusting upstairs and wiping the windows.”
Harry nodded, smiling down at the many shiny coins that lay in his hand.
He got to work, somewhat disappointed that there wasn’t much to do today. He wondered if there really was more, but the L/Ns were too nice to ask. Dusting along several shelves that lined the wall of the upstairs hallway, he made his way to the first room.
It’d been his first time in this one. The door, for the first time ever, was slightly ajar, a stark difference from its usual shut position. It wasn’t too clean, the trunk open and closet half empty, not yet finished with unpacking for the summer holiday. Books and trinkets were scattered about the table, bed haphazardly made. The walls were painted a pretty shade of cream, almost completely covered with posters of musicians such as Celestina Warbeck and Lorcan d’Eath, he was surprised to see them accompanied by several Ravenclaw banners and a blue and bronze tie hanging from the bedpost.
He had an inkling that the L/N family knew of magic and wizards, but for their child to attend Hogwarts? Harry did as he was paid to do, wiping the windows. Dusting the shelves, he was oddly determined to find out who lived in this bedroom.
A Ravenclaw.
Judging by the clothing style and size, which he knew very little about, she couldn’t be much younger than him.
The boy refused to snoop through the stack of letters on her bedside table, only one name catching his eye. Dean Thomas.
Were they friends? He hadn’t noticed Dean with a girl, but lately, he hadn’t noticed much at all. Were they dating? “Who are you?” Harry murmured, sighing as he went to look at the framed moving photographs.
With narrowed eyes, the name he’d been searching for had uncovered itself in his brain. “Y/N L/N.”
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It was warmer than it was a few days ago when he was wiping windows and dusting shelves, Harry walked down the street, knocking on the door of number 8 Privet Drive.
Would she be home?
The door swung open several minutes later, but it wasn’t to address him. Perhaps his knock was too quiet, too nervous, to be heard. “I’ll be back late, tonight!”
“No, Y/N! Not a single minute after twelve!”
“Let's make it twelve-thirty!” She shut the door before her parents could retaliate, eyes widening slightly at the sight of him. “Oh, I think you’re cleaning the kitchen today.” Y/N told him before scurrying off, readjusting the purse strap on her shoulder.
His eyes trailed after her as she walked away. Summer was most definitely here, one could tell from her skirt and vest, along with the sunglasses that covered what he remembered to be very pretty eyes.
Shaking his head, Harry scolded himself for looking too long, getting one last glimpse of her wonderfully styled hair before entering the house.
He’d seen her, she’d spoken a total of eight words to him.
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Thursday came, the second and last day of the week he had to clean, Harry would have to wait four more days to return on Monday to find any sort of reprieve from the Dursleys.
He insisted on wiping the countertops slower, ensuring maximum shine, scrubbing with utmost precision while Mr. L/N sipped on tea in the living room and Mrs. L/N judged the flower arrangement on the dining table.
The front door shut, and no one flinched. “I’m home!”
She placed her bag onto the table her mother was sitting at. “Hair up please, darling, Harry’s just cleaned the floor.”
Y/N huffed slightly before bunching her hair up into a clip, plopping down onto the sofa next to her father. “Hi, dad.”
Her father’s eyes remained on the newspaper. “Hello, you.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Hi, hungry. I’m dad.” She pouted at the awful joke. “You should’ve eaten while you were at the burrow.”
“I wasn’t hungry at the time.”
Harry kept to himself, brows furrowed. The burrow? He’d never seen her there, it must’ve been a remarkable coincidence that their lives overlapped so heavily, yet they have yet to speak more than ten words to each other.
“Go make a sandwich then.”
“I’m lazy.”
She retreated to her bedroom after a light chat with her mum, and soon he was due back at number 4.
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“Why don’t you stay for dinner, Harry?”
“What?” Y/N almost dropped the plate she held while setting the table.
“What?” Harry’s face was one of surprise. The two spoke simultaneously. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude, Mrs. L/N.”
The older woman waved him off, supplying her daughter with a fourth plate. “Nonsense, we would love to have you.”
And so the quartet sat for dinner, the teenage girl beside her father, the boy beside her mother. “This is really nice, Mrs. L/N.”
“Thank you, dear.” A short pause. “Are you and Y/N good friends in school?”
The pair weren’t sure of what to say. “We don’t talk much, mum. Different houses and that.”
“Speaking of houses, that final game for the Quidditch cup!” Mr. L/N began, eliciting a sigh from Y/N. “Absolutely ridiculous! I always tell Y/N, just because you score the first few points, doesn’t mean you calm your attack, don’t you think so, Harry?”
“I can’t say much, sir, but I know that Y/N is a great player.”
“Not great enough for Ravenclaw to beat you.” She murmured, slightly annoyed. “We would’ve won that match if Davies hadn’t substituted Chambers for Bradley.”
Harry smiled. “I have no doubt. Fair game, though?”
With hesitance, she nodded. “Fair game.”
He took notice of her face, the lipgloss she wore and the darkness of her eyelashes, a blush creeping up his neck.
As dinner soon came to a conclusion, Y/N was tasked with the light burden of walking him to the door. “See you Thursday.” She dropped the coins into his hand, their fingers brushing against each other, but only he took notice of the warmth radiating between them.
Had he been hallucinating?
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“Mum and dad are out, come in.”
He nodded meekly, the confidence he’d built up since Monday dissipated. “You’re working on downstairs, today. The floors.” It was his first time seeing her at home, comfortable. Not leaving, or just returning.
But the thought of it reminded him of a particularly embarrassing day.
The upstairs flooring was completely carpeted, easier to clean than downstairs as all he had to do was a quick vacuum.
He pushed the machine along, running it over every imperfection he could spot, until he found himself before a certain door that was now shut, like always.
Harry contemplated. Her bedroom counted as upstairs, right?
The boy was itching to refresh his memory of her room, dying to know if her decor had remained the same, despite it being just a little over a week since he’d last seen it.
With an odd spur of confidence, he wrapped his hand around the old knob, twisting it and opening the door with a quiet click.
He didn’t expect her to actually be home, and he wasn’t surprised she hadn’t noticed her door open just about three inches, a bespectacled eye peeking through. It was much too loud to hear the opening of the door, with the noise of the vacuum and the melody of Celestina Warbeck’s debut album playing at a considerably loud volume.
She laid on her stomach, bed lazily made underneath her, her cheek resting on her palm, the other hand holding an arithmancy textbook.
Her legs occasionally swung back and forth in the air. Y/N was clad in just a pair of pajama shorts and a vest to combat the summer heat they weren’t used to in London, or Hogwarts.
Harry’s breath hitched into his throat, all of his willpower being used to ensure he was not to choke and break out into a coughing fit at the sight of her chest pushed up due to her positioning. After all, he was a teenage boy.
With a gulp, he quietly shut the door, shaking his head at no one but himself.
She didn’t instantly run upstairs, instead, she returned to her seat at the dining table, picking up her quill and continuing her scribble.
Y/N’s system was neat, efficient. Several relevant textbooks were scattered around her, each open to a different section. Multiple past essays she’d written, and scored especially high on, displayed for her to copy any impressive vocabulary. The television was on, but she didn’t seem to be distracted, instead, she hummed along to the tune of whatever Weird Sisters song was playing, continuing to write.
Grabbing the broom, he began his duties.
Minutes passed, downstairs was a lot of ground to cover.
He worked around her. “Would you like anything to eat?”
Harry’s head snapped up to find her already looking at him with a sheepish smile. “Sorry? Erm, no. Thank you, though.” She nodded, unsure of how to feel after what felt like his rejection. “Do you like music?”
The girl chuckled at his question. “I do, a lot. You?”
“I don’t listen to it much.”
“You should come over more often, then. I have a massive collection of records upstairs, we could listen together, find out what’s to your taste.”
He only nodded with a small smile, internally giddy a the thought of this being their first conversation, instigated by no one but them. His heart nearly burst at the thought of being in her room, a record turning while they chatted about whatever. “Do you go to the burrow a lot?”
“Only sometimes, to see Fred and George. I’ve never seen you there, do you go often?”
“Sometimes, yeah.”
“Must be a coincidence, we keep missing each other.”
In his effort to get the mop out and ready for use, his shoulder jerked, hitting the shelf next to him.
Multiple books had come off at the impact, falling onto the floor and landing with a harsh thud. “Here, let me help.” Harry didn’t hear her, and he didn’t notice the speed at which she’d walked around the dining table and to the shelf, too soaked up in his nervousness and silently scolding himself.
Y/N crouched down, collecting the fallen books into a pile. “Thank you, I’m sorry for the mess.” He forced out.
She let out a giggle, then another, and then a proper laugh. He only stared at her in utter bewilderment, wondering whether he was a joke, or she was a madwoman. “Sorry,” She calmed down, a few chuckles still coming between her words. “you’re just so oddly charming.”
The Ravenclaw took notice of his expression, an adorable mixture of worrisome, flushed and somewhat flattered. “It’s a good thing. You’re cute.”
“Cute?”
She shuffled closer to him to reach for the stack of books he’d picked up, the pair of them now fully sat on the cold floor. “Yes, Potter. Cute.”
He turned his head to face her, they were now aware of their proximity, the closeness. The lack of space between them. His brows furrowed nonetheless, his mouth forming a pout. “Cute? Really?”
“Would you prefer another adjective? Adorable?” Her face moved toward his, a bashful smile playing on her lips. “Harry?”
“Yes?” The call of his name didn’t aid him in snapping out of his trance, he was hypnotized by the colour of her eyes, the strawberry scent of her moisturizer filling his nostrils. “Can I kiss you?”
With her nod, their lips joined, his hand travelling to cup her cheek.
The front door shut, with a brief announcement from her parents, declaring their return. “Better get to work.” Y/N whispered, patting his chest twice before returning back to her study station.
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With Love//F.W x Reader Pt.2
Summary: Y/n Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive hates her life. That was, of course, until the summer before grade 9, after an oddly charming redhead and his brothers helped her cousin escape. it was probably a good thing he forgot to return that key.
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The second time Y/n Dursley ever formally met Fred Weasley was the summer before year 12 when the Weasley family got stuck in her electric fireplace.
She had known they were coming; Harry had been babbling about the quidditch World Cup any chance he could since he got the letter from Ron.
Even though she had no idea what on God's green earth a Bludger, Quaffle or snitch was, she would happily listen to him go on and on about it.
“I am not wearing that,” She stated, placing a hand on her hip and glaring at her parents.
“But you must,’ her mother insisted, thrusting the ghastly dress in her direction.
It was a horrid shade of yellow, with frills and lace that made her eyes hurt.
“I would rather drink bleach and stick pins in my eyes than wear that,” she said, mustering up as much disdain in her voice as she possibly could before pushing past her mother.
Petunia let out a scournful gasp as her daughters words.
Y/n continued her way up the steps and to her room, which she stayed locked up in for the remainder of the evening. She hated it when her parents got like this.
What were they trying to prove?
Who were they trying to impress?
She huffed, flopping down onto her bed, teenage angst oozing from her annoyed frame.
She turned, opening her bedside drawer and fishing out the thick stack of letters shes collected over the past year. She unlopped the rubber band and began shuffling through the yellowing parchment.
She hadn’t intended on exchanging letters with Fred weasley as long as she did.
It started off with him simply returning the key to the cupboard under the stairs, and her sending him back a thank you note. Things seemed to just snowball after that.
He was fascinated by the prospect of muggle life and muggle school, and she the idea of growing up in an all magical family.
She had learned so much from the letters they exchanged. Things that harry would conveniently forget to tell her;
Like when all the bones in one of his arms disappeared, or how he can speak to snakes. Fred explained the intricacies of the wizarding school system, about the O.W.Ls and the N.E.W.Ts. in return she explained the muggle school system which wasn not unlike the wizarding one.
She complained about her crazy family and he complained about his brothers.
She knew he was coming to pick harry up tonight, along with his father, George and Ron.
She knew about his plans with his brother to open a wizard joke shop. He said that it was refreshing to talk to someone that wasn’t his twin about the shop. She loved receiving the letters from him everyother week, it was just about the only thing that kept her sane in this god forsaken house.
She was determined to get out of here as soon as she graduated highschool. Move away from Surrey and move to the heart of London. She’s always wanted to live in the city.
She was alerted to the presence of the Weasleys by a loud banging and crash, followed by screaming and yelling. She shoved the letters back into her draw, leaping up from the bed. Stopping to fix her hair in the mirror before leaving her room.
As she stepped out of her room she almost ran straight into someone.
“Careful,” he said, gently grabbing her forearm as to stop her from falling.
She looked up, grinning at the boy before her. It had been almost two full years since she had seen him face to face, save the passing looks they shared when she picked harry up from Kings Cross at the beginning of the summer.
“You seem to have an affinity for destroying my house,” She said, mind drawing blanks on really anything else to say.
He simply grinned, letting go of her arm.
“I don’t do it on purpose, i promise,” He said.
They seemed to stare at one another, neither knowing exactly what to say.
She noticed he was considerably taller than last time, his hair was longer and his jaw seemed stronger.
“Oi, stop flirting and come help me,” His brother called from Harry’s room.
She felt her face heat up at the insinuation, before looking away and making her way down the steps.
She stopped, not being able to stifle a slight laugh at the sight before her. The typically pristine living room was covered in broken drywall and chipped paint. Her family covered in the white powder, tarnishing thier nicest sunday suits.
"Ah, this is your other cousin, is it, Harry?" said Mr. Weasley, turning to face the girl in the door frame.
"Yep," said Harry, "that's Y/n" He and Ron exchanged glances and then quickly looked away from each other; it seemed they were sharing intelligence that y/n was not privy to.
She ignored the glare her parents were sending her.
She ignored the way her brother gasped as she grasped Mr. Weasley’s hand shook it. She exchanged a knowing smirk with her cousin at the look her father sent her.
"Having a good holiday, Y/n?" he said kindly.
“Yeah,” She sighed, “I Start mt GCSEs this year so you know,” She said vaguky.
“Right,” Mr. Weasley said slowly, turning to look at Harry for clarification.
“They’re like the muggle equivalent of O.W.Ls Mr. Weasley,” Harry explained.
“Ah yes,” He said, clapping his hands together in understanding “very important, my sons, Fred and George did their O.W.Ls last year, only three owls each can you believe that,” he said, exasperation evident.
“Oh my,” She said, unsure of what exactly that meant but certain it wasn’t great by the tone of his voice.
As though summoned by the mention of their names, Fred and George came back into the room carrying Harry's school trunk. They glanced around as they entered and spotted Dudley. Their faces cracked into identical evil grins.
"Ah, right," said Mr. Weasley. "Better get cracking then." He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand.
y/n watched as the res of her family the drew back against the wall as one.
"Incendio!" said Mr. Weasley, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him. Flames rose at once in the fireplace, crackling merrily as though they had been burning for hours. Mr. Weasley took a small drawstring bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the powder inside, and threw it onto the flames, which turned emerald green and roared higher than ever.
"Off you go then, Fred," said Mr. Weasley.
"Coming," said Fred. "Oh no - hang on -" A bag of sweets had spilled out of Fred's pocket and the contents were now rolling in every direction - big, fat toffees in brightly colored wrappers. Fred scrambled around, cramming them back into his pocket, then gave the Dursleys a cheery wave, stepped forward, and walked right into the fire, saying "the Burrow!"
Aunt Petunia gave a little shuddering gasp.
There was a whooshing sound, and Fred vanished.
"Right then, George," said Mr. Weasley, "you and the trunk." Harry helped George carry the trunk forward into the flames and turn it onto its end so that he could hold it better. Then, with a second whoosh, George had cried "the Burrow!" and vanished too.
"Ron, you next," said Mr. Weasley. "See you," said Ron brightly to the Dursleys. He grinned broadly at Harry, then stepped into the fire, shouted "the Burrow!" and disappeared.
Now Harry and Mr. Weasley alone remained.
"Well . . . 'bye then," Harry said to the Dursleys.
y/n moved forward, embracing her cousin.
“Be safe okay, don’t get yourself into too much trouble,” She said.
“I won’t,” He promised, although they both knew that was a lie.
“Don’t die and remember to write to me or I’ll go crazy,” she said, stepping away and breaking their embrace.
But as expected, Y/n was the only one to say goodbye to Harry, the rest of the dursleys didn't say anything at all. Harry moved toward the fire, but just as he reached the edge of the hearth, Mr. Weasley put out a hand and held him back. He was looking at the Dursleys in amazement.
"Harry said good-bye to you," he said. "Didn't you hear him?"
"It doesn't matter," Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley. "Honestly, I don't care."
Mr. Weasley did not remove his hand from Harry's shoulder.
"You aren't going to see your nephew till next summer," he said to her father in mild indignation. "Surely you're going to say good-bye?"
Her father’s face worked furiously. The idea of being taught consideration by a man who had just blasted away half his living room wall seemed to be causing him intense suffering.
But Mr. Weasley's wand was still in his hand, and she could see the unease in her fathers face as he eyed it suspiciously, before he said, very resentfully,
"Good-bye, then."
"See you," said Harry, putting one foot forward into the green flames,
At that same moment, however, a horrible gagging sound erupted behind him, and Aunt Petunia started to scream. Y/n wheeled around. Dudley was no longer standing behind their parents.
He was kneeling beside the coffee table, and he was gagging and sputtering on a foot-long, purple, slimy thing that was protruding from his mouth. One bewildered second later, she realized that the foot-long thing was Dudley's tongue - and that a brightly colored toffee wrapper lay on the floor before him.
their mother hurled herself onto the ground beside Dudley, seized the end of his swollen tongue, and attempted to wrench it out of his mouth; unsurprisingly, Dudley yelled and sputtered worse than ever, trying to fight her off.
Their father was bellowing and waving his arms around, and Mr. Weasley had to shout to make himself heard.
"Not to worry, I can sort him out!" he yelled, advancing on Dudley with his wand outstretched, but Petunia screamed worse than ever and threw herself on top of Dudley, shielding him from Mr. Weasley.
"No, really!" said Mr. Weasley desperately. "It's a simple process it was the toffee - my son Fred - real practical joker - but it's only an Engorgement Charm - at least, I think it is - please, I can correct it -" But far from being reassured, her family seemed to became more panic- stricken; Petunia was sobbing hysterically, tugging Dudley's tongue as though determined to rip it out; Dudley appeared to be suffocating under the combined pressure of his mother and his tongue; andtheir father, who had lost control completely, seized a china figure from on top of the sideboard and threw it very hard at Mr Weasley, who ducked, causing the ornament to shatter in the blasted fireplace.
"Now really!" said Mr Weasley angrily, brandishing his wand. "I'm trying to help!"
“Dad, let him help,” Y/n shouted back, ducking out of the way of another china ornament.
“You stay out of this, child!” He called.
She turned to Mr Weasley, an apologetic look on her face.
It was another five minutes of this back and forth. More China being smashed, and more and more tears and screams before they finally relented and allowed Mr Weasley to help Dudley.
As soon as his tongue was back to normal, her family stepped out of the room, muttering about ‘these people.
“I’m sorry about that, my dear,” He said, flicking his want and repairing the broken ornaments.
“No, don’t be; it’s incredibly entertaining for me. I should be the one apologising. I’m sure you know already, but my family is kind of crazy,”
“Well, it was nice meeting you; Harry speaks very highly of you,” he said.
“Really? Well, it’s good to know he doesn’t think I’m crazy,” She laughed lightly.
She watched as Mr Weasly stepped into the flame, repairing the wall and electric fireplace. A muffled ‘the Burrow!” Could hear a loud whoosh, and he was gone.
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Manipulating Death: Chapter Two
(Not my gif)
Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.
A/n: Again, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if I misspell or use the wrong time at any sentence. Also, this is my first time doing a series here on tumblr so please have some patience with little ol' me :))
Chapter One
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"So... you're Sirius' brother." Harry started, standing on his feet in the kitchen while the man had his back facing them.
The place was the exact size of the kitchen and dining room from his uncle's house at Privet Drive, only a balcony separating them.
However, the similarities stopped there, the oven was cleaner and looked almost untouched, the cabinets were a little darker and looked rather unstable. The amount of things on the top of each one Harry couldn't even count.
"Yes. And as you seem to know, when I was sixteen I joined the Dark Lord." Regulus replied without looking their way, too focused on brewing tea and cutting pieces of a fresh baked pie which Harry guessed there's where the smell of blackberries came from.
"However, I always knew what he was doing was wrong." To that, Remus scoffed. Regulus proceeded, unbothered. "So I started looking for flaws on his plans, and when I was too deep into that, that's when I died."
He started stacking the cubes of pie, making two pyramids in different plates.
"If you knew it was wrong why didn't you run away? Like Sirius did." Lupin asked, arms crossed and frown never leaving his face.
"You don't know how my mother was like." He simply answered. "Anyways, I died when I was barely eighteen and a couple years later your sister brought me back to life."
"But how?"
However, the answer didn't looked ready to be known by him, because it kept being dodged every time he asked.
This time, it was by a groan coming from the living room.
"You better go see him, he needs a known face so he won't absolutely lose it."
Remus gave Harry a nod, he still didn't trusted Regulus, so he wouldn't, under any circumstances, leave him alone.
"Y'know, Sirius told me a lot about how your family was." He commented on it when the boy left the room.
"I'm sure he did."
"And he also told me how you were your mom's favorite." To that, Regulus only hummed slightly annoyed. "So I'm sorry if I don't see how that can be a bad ambience for you."
"Someone who drowns at ten feet under water is just as dead as someone who drowned at four." The Black finally turned to him, only enough so he could see the professor with the corner of the eye. "I was the favorite because I wasn't a rebel like my brother, so they would put much pressure over me to be the perfect pure blood son."
"And Sirius knew I wanted to run away, I just needed to have something against Voldemort, otherwise my escape would be useless."
With that, he went back to cutting the pie in perfect squares.
Deciding to keep the rest of the questions to when Sirius was present, Remus sighed and the room dived into an uncomfortable silence, being broken only by the sound of knife against the dishes.
Regulus, on his own mind, was trying to organize everything.
What he should tell them, what he shouldn't, what he would deny until the day he died (again).
The thuds from upstairs kept his heart calm, they might not believe him, however they'd probably believe Y/n.
Even if they didn't, they had no idea where the house was, so escaping again would be easy.
"WHAT?!"
Disturbing his peace, Sirius walked in, stomping with eyes wide open and lips parted.
He turned slowly, not moving the hair away from his eyes just in case he needed to hide emotions yet again.
"How... Why... When... HOW?"
"Sirius let's calm down." Remus reached a hand to his shoulder, but got shrugged away by the Black.
"Don't ask me that RIGHT NOW." He screamed, not moving his eyes from the brother. "How are you alive? I remember the day I heard you died. I remember going to your grave. I remember it all too well." He stopped, catching his breath, tears making his eyes sparkle. "So how are you here?"
Regulus dropped the knife into the sink, swallowing thick before looking at Sirius.
"I died." Were the first words that came to his mind. "Just like you just did. And the same way, I was brought back to life."
"When? Who brought you back?"
His lips were sealed. It was not entirety his story to tell.
However, not everyone thought the same.
"Y/n". Sirius' head snapped at Remus. "It was Y/n Potter that brought not only him, but also you back to life."
The older Black looked fast at his godson before looking at his partner marauder.
"Y/n Potter died. Years ago, with James and Lily."
"That's what I thought too, Sirius. But I just seen her. She's alive. I don't know how, don't ask me that."
"So you all knew I have a sister?" Harry shouted, standing on the door.
"The entire Wizarding world silently agreed to never mention her, Harry." Remus started, looking rather guilty. "The night your parents died, everyone that walked into the house looked for Y/n, but not a single soul found her. We just assumed that the what occurred was opposite of what happened to you; that Voldemort had casted such a strong death curse on her, she vanished from existence. It was so horrible to even think about it, no one had the courage to mention it, and it stayed like that."
"When were you going to tell me?"
"When we made sure Voldemort and all his followers were gone." Sirius answered. "Losing your parents is bad enough, losing a twin that her body was never found..." he sighed, "We were scared we'd be giving you hopes she could be alive."
"WELL SHE IS!" Harry screamed, making the marauders take a step back. "SHE BLOODY IS! THAT'S MY SISTER! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME!"
"We know..." Sirius whispered. "And we're deeply sorry, Harry."
Regulus, glad the attention wasn't on him any longer, went back to brewing the tea, not a big fan of knowing what happened when he was gone.
Y/n had told him the basics, Voldemort wasn't back but he knew if all the horcruxes hadn't been destroyed it would be just a matter of time; people still thought Sirius was guilty even though Dumbledore knew the truth, Snape was a teacher at Hogwarts and stuff like that.
The both got used to living a life where they were able to avoid the outside world, and Regulus didn't hate that.
"And you, brother." Once again, peace disturbed. "Why are you living with her?"
"As I said, she brought me back to life and just so happened that a month later you ran away from Azkaban, there were wizards searching for the Black blood everywhere, I couldn't risk it." He explained, sounding bored. "And when everything was settling down, she started having visions of Voldemort and Pettigrew."
"Wait, she had those too?" Harry interrogated, taking steps forward.
"She did. For months. I couldn't leave the house when the man I died to defeat was threatening to come back. So we just decided to live together."
He finished setting up the tray, with the one plate of square pie, teacups and the tea pot, putting it on the table and taking some steps back, his cup ready on the sink with the other plate of pie.
"The man he'd hate the most and the girl he couldn't kill." Sirius added, approaching the table. "In the same place. It's two birds with one stone, you'd be damned if he found out."
"Would you just shut up and eat? Hunger from resurrection is the worst."
He was right, Sirius stomach was aching.
So, despite the harsh words and the frown on his face, he sat down and started devouring the pieces of pie.
"And you guys shouldn't worry about safety. The house is completely sealed, the stairs are too, so are the bedroom doors, and we have special moves if anything happens. Believe me, we're safer together than separated." And took a sip of his tea.
"Where is she, anyway?"
"Speaking of.." Regulus started, hearing rhythmic footsteps coming downstairs.
"What are you doing?" Sirius asked, when his brother pulled a chair and left close to a cabinet, opened a random drawer and grabbed some herbs from one pot that was near the stove.
The three boys seated at the table perked up when the girl walked in the kitchen. Headphones were plugged in her ears and she danced lightly at the song.
Regulus handed the entire plate of pie and she grabbed it with a smile, without saying anything.
And then, the younger Black's behavior started making sense.
The chair he pulled, Y/n used to stand on and reach something above the cabinet. The random drawer he opened, she pulled a potion bottle from it without even looking. Before she started searching for the pot, he handed her the herbs.
It was like he was predicting her every move. Even moving the chair out of the way so she didn't bumped into it.
He knew what she would do, and decided to make things easier.
"She won't listen." Regulus advised when Harry tried to stop her from leaving the kitchen. "She deals with death a lot, and sometimes the voices from the dead get a little too loud so she either sings or listen to music to avoid them."
"Why does she deal with death?" Remus asked the question on everybody's mind.
He sighed, imagining she wouldn't come back from doming the possessor so soon.
"It's a long story and it's hers to tell." He started, making Sirius roll his eyes and Harry's lips were pulled down a little. "But, basically, she's been trying to bring her parents back to life."
"She's WHAT NOW?"
"Don't scream! You'll attract the possessors!" The Black whispered-yelled, gesturing them to stay quiet.
They raised their heads, trying to hear any sound non-human around.
Fortunately, nothing but the basement door opening and closing, Y/n dancing steps disappearing.
"You didn't said anything when Harry was screaming." Sirius mumbled, taking another sip of the tea.
"Because I knew the possessor was with her, before she went to the basement it could've been anywhere."
"She said it wouldn't hurt us." Remus quoted the line the girl had said earlier.
"They're easily atracted to emotions, especially the bad ones. You ever felt the crippling feeling someone was watching you when you were on the edge of dying? You're filled with anger, sadness and fear. They smell it and get ready to take the person's soul."
The dining room was thrown into deep silence, Harry trying to be as still as possible.
Sirius had his eyes wide, the mouthful of pie stopped chewing and Remus held his breath.
"And Y/n is alone with that?"
"She can handle it." Regulus guaranteed. "It's nothing new and no one else here knows how to deal with them."
Harry kept quiet, adjusting his posture as if it'd make him hear a little better. He wished he'd payed attention to the sounds that creature made when it first came out, so he could identify it quicker.
However, nothing but silence came to their ears.
With that problem out of the way, they could focus again on what Regulus said.
"She's trying to resurrect our parents?"
The younger Black pulled a chair and sat down, legs crossed and hands enlaced on his lap.
All eyes were on him once again, waiting for the truth.
"I know you're about to say it's a long story and she should be the one to tell." Sirius interrupted before he even started. "But honestly, we need answers. That girl came outta nowhere, jumped into that motherfucking veil of death and-"
"What?"
Regulus' eyes were now glued to his brother, suddenly interested.
No, scratch that. He was interrogating, staring at the older man like he was about to rip his head off if he didn't repeated the sentence.
"There's this sort of veil that kills you if you go through it. Our beloved cousin hit me with a spell and I fell on it, she came running and entered that, and pulled me out so- why are you looking at me like that?" He stopped the story, clearly bothered by his brother's gaze.
The younger one never looked at him like that before, with such repressed anger.
"Excuse me, I'll be back in a minute." Regulus asked, standing up and marching out of the kitchen.
The three wizards stared at each other for a moment before raced out the room to follow the Black.
While the discussion was happening, Y/n sat on the basement, in complete darkness except for one lonely candle.
Sharing the pieces of pie with the creatures they had caged, song wild on her ears, she was thinking.
How exactly would she tell all of her life to two people who believed she was dead and one who didn't even knew she existed?
It wasn't exactly on her plans to bring her brother, her godfather and her kind of an uncle to her house.
So now, she'd have to smush on her routine some time to answer their questions. And currently, her own questions were ringing on her mind.
What if they didn't trust her? What if they didn't believe her story? What if Harry didn't like her? What if they would trust her but not Regulus?
For years she dreamt of what would happen when they reunited. But in not one of them she thought it'd be like this, escaping Death Eaters and Sirius almost dying without knowing her.
"It really sucks." Murmured to the brand new possessor. It wasn't the biggest one, but it certainly wasn't small. "Wanna know what's worst?" Asked, throwing a piece of blackberry pie to the creature. "I'm probably never going to bring my parents back."
She smiled sadly, looking at the circle of herbs she made on the ground to hold the possessor's power.
The door swung open, and she only noticed because of the light it send all over the room. Pulling the headphones off her ears, fortunately the whispers had settled down and she watched Regulus get closer to her, a very unpleasant look on his face.
"What was our agreement when you left to go to the Ministry?" He asked, hands on his pockets and the girl sighed. He was playing games.
She knew it and he knew she knew.
"That I'd see Harry, only do something if really bad things happened and would get out of there the moment Dearh Eaters showed up." She recited, seeing with the corner of her eyes the other three sneaking to hear their conversation.
"And what did you do?"
"I saw Harry, did something when bad things happened and got out of there. Safe and sound." She added.
"You forgot to mention you went through the veil." His words were sharp and Y/n could swore she saw poison dripping from his mouth.
She started standing up. "Yeah I did. So what? Big deal. Or I should've let your brother die?"
"You weren't prepared. You had zero equipments to help you, do I really need to tell you how everything could've gone wrong?"
The possessors around the room started waking up, glowing scarlet eyes watching them both, seeing their anger and frustration.
"But it didn't! I wasn't going to just stand there and watch Sirius die!"
"You shouldn't even be there! You should've left the moment you saw a Death Eater. You were reckless."
"I was and I'm not sorry for it. I finally met my brother and you got a second chance with yours. Can't we focus on that?"
Regulus kept quiet for some time, anger was bubbling inside him. She had been reckless, could've died and he wouldn't know until way later.
He thought about the three men hearing the discussion - of course he knew they followed him. The Black didn't wanted to give them another reason to think he and Y/n should be apart.
"Fine, I'll focus on that for now, and only for now," she smiled "if you stop this play date and go upstairs, I'm tired of answering all the questions alone."
The girl snorted. "Okay then, but knowing you I'm pretty sure you barely answered one." Taking one more pie square, she started walking. "Come on, they're so curious they forgot what privacy means."
Regulus suppressed a smile when he heard the loud mess of the wizards pretending they weren't listening and started walking with her, leaving the leftovers of the pie, and the candle behind for the possessors.
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Chapter Three
It wasn’t until Potter held up a shirt that Draco realized a major flaw in their planning.
“The sleeves are short,” he said.
“Short sleeves are too childish?” Potter asked. “The house really can get hot.”
“Potter.”
The realization hit harder than even Draco anticipated. Potter’s eyes narrowed, and he tossed the shirt, unfolded, back onto the stack.
“You have the mark,” Potter said. It wasn’t a question, but an accusation. It didn’t require explanation.
“Is this where you send me on my way?” Draco asked.
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Summary:
When Crabbe kills Dumbledore and is allowed to name his prize, Draco is sent into hiding with the only person willing to offer him help. Harry promises there is nowhere safer than Privet Drive, but Draco has never felt so exposed.
Or: Wizard school rivals are on the run from a pack of werewolves, and there was only one bed.
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The Jester and The Courier: a wild wasteland love
Chapter 16: Hellfire.
Tomorrow came and everyone prepped to surprise Myrtle with a big birthday breakfast. Joshua whent up to her door to knock but heard…noises coming from her room…copulate noises…he immediately left.
“Why haven't you gotten her up yet!?” Boone mumbled as he adjusted his party hat, Joshua trying his best to hold in embarrassed laughter “she’s…ehem…currently occupied ”, “WITH WHAT?” Boone annoyedly hissed.
Boone whent to her door, “I wouldn’t” Raul said “I whent to go get her up, there is a sock on the doorknob”, “What?!” Boone gasped, he looked over at the door and sure enough there was one of her socks on the doorknob.
Boone grumbled “Ok…THAT does it!”, Boone opened the door…
“WAKEY WAKEY TIME FOR SCHOOL!” he screamed, Cicero and Myrtle who were bathing in the afterglow suddenly started to panic at the intrusion. Cicero screamed, scrambled and flopped out of the bed and Myrtle yelled at Boone “EH YO WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?”
Boone laughed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Now get the fuck out of bed and come open your presents” he laughed, he looked at Cicero with an angry “Iam watching you” look.
Myrtle sighed and looked over at Cicero, they both started to laugh…
“~Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday-happy birthday dear Myrt!, Happy birthday to you!~” they all sang as they brought out a huge stack of birthday cake flavored flapjacks, “thanks guys, you are the best!” Myrtle smiled.
Myrtle sat down to eat when the doorbell to her room rang, Jane opened the door and an NCR soldier walked inside “Miss Merminns?”, “oh hey privet Kowalski, long time no see” she grinned, the man smiled sadly “I wish I would have come on better circumstances, you are no doubt a fine asset to the NCR but we have…a problem…with you”, Myrtle paused “what?...what did I do?!”
Her companions started to get ancy…especially Boone and Cicero…
“I’am going to have to arrest you for manslaughter”, “WHAT?” Myrtle gasped, “a scouting party found boot prints and fingerprints matching yours at a massacre scene. Jackal gang members may be vile but they did not deserve whatever you did…or did not…do, there is still debate on if it was you who committed such a crime seeing as how this doesn't fit you. Hsu is assigning you a lawyer and you are expected to be in court tomorrow at 0: 700. But for now you ae to be taken into NCR custody”
Her companions looked amongst themselves and at her “Myrt?” Boone looked at her agasped “what did you and Cicero do last night?...”
(Camp McCarran holding cells)
“All we did was go out, shoot some geckos…and…well” Myrtle flusteredly looked to Casidy and Raul from behind the bars, “fucked like a paire of jackrabbits?” Cassidy mumbled, Myrtle nodded and sighed…she hated lying to her friends…but she didn’t want Cicero to get into trouble with her…
“Iam sure this is something by the legion, some kind of tactic to make you look bad” Ulysses grumbled, “we’ll get to the bottom of it, Pumpkin” Lily assured her. Boone, Gannon and Joshua meanwhile were in the concourse with Cicero…
“So all you did was hunt?” Boone muttered curiously, “mm hmm” Cicero innocently nodded, “what did you hunt?” Gannon asked as he eyed Cicero suspiciously, “umm…geckos…” Cicero shrugged as he sipped on a glass of water.
Joshua closed his book and sighed…
“Can I have a moment alone with our friend here?”, Boone and Gannon looked at one another and then to him “you sure?”, “yes I am”, Boone nodded and Gannon and him left to go get food.
“Cicero…” his gravelly voice was not loud or harsh…but instead…calm “I know”, Cicero nearly did a spit take “Know? Know what?”, “I know about Myrtle’s…tendencies…” the man leaned in “I know about her past…about the voice in her head” Joshua sighed “...I know what she’s done…”
Cicero grew quiet, “I hoped that my words, teachings and prayer would help her…but I can see that it has not improved her situation and neither has Usanagi’s treatment and therapy…I fear for her” Joshua looked down into his glass of soda “I feared what she would do…what she has done…” Joshua’s dark eyes looked directly into Cicero’s…
“And I know YOU know too…”
“well…Cicero dose…but she told me as we were hunting geckos…”, Joshua sighed again…“I hate liars, Cicero…” he set his half empty drink down “I know because I found out one night…”
“We were out in the Mojave. She snuck away from camp and I followed wondering where she was going…she snuck down to a small encampment where a solitary legionnaire was…poor man…he for all his evils…did not deserve what she did to him. When she saw me and realized I had bore witness to her actions…she broke down…she begged me not to tell the others, to tell them what she really is…” Joshua looked around “I see the NCR, New Vegas and others idolize her as a savior, as a hero…when she herself thinks she is a monster…when I know she is but a sad broken woman”.
He sipped a little more on his drink…
“Which brings me to you…Myrt would not tell anyone of her murderous nature…unless they either saw her…or…encouraged her” he eyed him “now if you are telling me the truth and you two did hunt geckos…she might have slipped away from you and committed her crime…or” he was nearly finished with his cup “you two did it together…”
Cicero was in a cold sweat “what will you do to Cicero if you think he encouraged her?...”, “well…as soon as I am finished with my drink…I’am going to shoot you…I don’t care if Myrtle likes you, you are a bad influence on her and I will introduce you to my god very, very soon…” his cup had barely a swig left, “what if Cicero is innocent? How can he prove he is not guilty!” he whimpered.
Joshua sighed “...if you are innocent, after I finish my drink I’ll wait and give you 10 seconds…if they come through the concourse doors with good news then it is by an act of god himself you live jester…if not”, Cicero heard him draw a gun under the table, “you are dead funny man…”
Cicero held his breath as Joshua started counting…
“10…
9…
8…”
Cicero looked at the doors, he began to silently pray to Sithis…
“7…
6…
5…”
Cicero could hear his heart thudding in his chest like the pounding of the drums of war!
“4…
3…
2…”
Cicero heard the gun’s safety click off…
“Joshua, Boone, Gannon!” cried an officer as he ran up to them “hey I’am glad I found you, hey Myrt’s free to go”, “what?” Joshua pondered as he stowed away his gun, “fingerprints came back wrong, it was an accident that hers got mixed up in with another file”, Joshua was quiet and glaring at Cicero with Boone and Gannon “thank you” he nodded to the officer “Well now Cicero, looks like I was wrong…”
Cicero breathed a heavy sigh of relief…
(Back at the 38)
Everyone was in bed but Myrtle…she looked out over Vegas through the big windows…she sighed and looked up to the night sky, into the dark void beyond…
“~Beata Maria, you know I am but a mortal woman and of my faith I am justly proud. Beata Maria, you know I'm not much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd. So tell me, Maria, why do I feel it here, Bloodlust? Why does it smolder and scorch my soul? I feel it, I see it! The love to see the sun glistening off crimson pools is blazing in me out of all control~”
“~Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin~”
She turned to her fireplace
“~Is it my fault”
Am I to blame?
Who has sent this flame?”
If it's not my fault?
If it’s in God's plan…
Iam I the Devil he made so much stronger than a man?~”
She looked down at her gun, the one that bore the image of the holy virgin on it…
“~Protect me, Maria
Don't let this siren cast it’s spell
Don't let the fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy this part of me
And let it taste the fires of hell
Or else let me know I am not in the wrong!~”
She sat down defeated…and looked at her gun…
“~Hellfire
Darkfire
Now it's my turn
I must choose correctly or my pyre
Let me be right or I will burn!
….
God have mercy on me
…
Oh please God have mercy on me
…
But I will be right
Or I will burn~”
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The Poshest Bedstead in Islington
Part 5
In which Mr. Harry James Potter discovers magical fashion.
Harry took a few steps onto plush carpet and sank onto his bed. A proper bed in a proper bedroom. And his own bath. And…and a House Elf who made certain he had food and a comfortable space and…and everything he needed.
He couldn't help but stare around the room, from the perfectly set desk (with stacks of parchment and notebooks and nibbed quills and ink) to the bookcase and armchair next to the window. He got up on wobbly legs and went to the tea table. Kreacher had poured a cup of tea for him and set out plates of sandwiches and scones and cake.
His stomach growled. Aunt Petunia had been a bit less stingy with meals but he was still hungry a lot. He picked up a little turnover and popped it into his mouth. The savory mushroom filling melted into the buttery pastry and he had to restrain himself from eating like Dudley, who still only had a passing acquaintance with table manners, despite Aunt Petunia's attempts. He ate another turnover and then took a scone with him to see the bathroom.
His own bathroom! One that no one could muck up.
Harry peeked into the small room and breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing grand or fancy greeted him, just plain and usable fittings. He wanted to fill the tub and soak right then, but restrained himself. Before bed, maybe?
The bathroom meant he'd never be without water again. Never have a bucket thrust at him again or have to wait until someone let him out. He could be clean, too, and have a bath, a really hot one, whenever he wished.
The bathroom, though plainly fitted, gave him the sense of…of…words failed him. It looked plain, yes, but still seemed…far nicer than anything he'd ever seen on Privet Drive. The way the towels hung and the soap smelled so softly of sandalwood and the tile work. It wasn't like other bathrooms in muggle houses.
Finished with his scone, he went back to the table and selected a sandwich. He'd no idea what was in it as Aunt Petunia's sandwiches ran to boiled ham or slabs of the Sunday roast for Dudley and Uncle Vernon. She certainly never used bread like this. Uncle Vernon thought any bread that wasn't white was suspect. He nibbled a corner of it and found himself pleasantly surprised. Some kind of fish and something light and crunchy. Cucumber, maybe? There were plain cucumber sandwiches, too, and egg and…cress? He thought egg and cress was a thing.
That was, he supposed, one of the problems with being raised in a cupboard. Technically he'd been Muggle-raised, but he knew so little about the Muggle world it didn't really seem true. He felt like he'd sprung from some strange middle ground where he wasn't really of either world. Kreacher seemed to want to change that, though. Hermione, when he finally explained a bit of his childhood to her--not the cupboard, though, never the cupboard--said it sounded like a liminal space. That felt right to him. This, though, what Sirius and Kreacher did for him, blasted liminality to smithereens. His room felt right for the first time since he left Hogwarts.
Harry went to the wardrobe Kreacher provided to replace the closet and peeked in. The first sight of soft fabrics in saturated colors had him wiping his hands on his trousers to make certain they were…he stopped and went to the bathroom (the bathroom!!) to wash his hands before he touched anything.
He came back to investigate the wardrobe more closely. It seemed giant to him, but he'd only ever had a shelf and then a disreputable wardrobe and small dresser. This one had two sections - a wide double-door closet that held enormous shelves and a single door that housed both narrower shelves and drawers. Harry eyed the top shelves and decided quickly that he didn't think he was a hat person. He poked into the drawers and found…he wasn't quite sure. He pulled out two garments; one a long thing that looked like a short-sleeved dress and the other clearly underwear but of a type he didn't think anyone had worn for a long time.
Would it hurt to try it? Kreacher might be pleased if he thought Harry made an effort to understand things on his own. He seemed like the sort who appreciated some willingness to try.
But how to wear it? He could probably ask Dobby, but he wanted to figure it out himself. He wanted to show…what was the thing Hermione was always on about? Agency! That was it. He wanted to show he had agency. That he wanted to be part of the world Sirius offered him.
He scanned the books in the shelf above his desk. Kreacher knew he had not one clue how anything wizardy worked. And there it was: A Young Magical's Guide to Garb: How to be Properly Clothed in the Magical World When One Was Not Born to It. Harry sank down absent-mindedly on the floor with the book, still holding the things he took from the drawer.
One always wishes to be well-dressed, especially if one has recently joined the ranks of the Upper Class set. This tome will, it is my sincere hope, assist enterprising young magicals with this task. To dress well and appropriately can be difficult if one has not been raised in the magical world. One does not know all the subtle ways of distinguishing oneself among the crowd. One also does not know how not to make a cake of oneself.
You will often hear magicals speak of 'robes'. This references a complete set of clothing worn by an individual. It is an older term, borrowed from the French and shoehorned into our own language. It can also mean an outer layer worn over the whole, which does not help disambiguate at all. In general, try to understand what you are being told based on context. You will learn, and more quickly than you think possible.
If a wardrobe has been provided, then it is likely one has joined the ranks of one of the first families of our world. Perhaps one is a foundling or was born on quite the wrong side of the sheets but has recently been brought into the family circle. Perhaps one has simply, finally found their family again.
Welcome, newcomer, to the realm of magic. Dress is a complex and interesting mix in this place.
Note, please, that one does not say "The Wizarding World" and that witch and wizard are NOT gendered terms. It is outrageous in the extreme that such guff is being paraded before credulous young people, especially those never before exposed to our world.
Witchcraft and Wizardry are two different branches of magic. Witchcraft is comprised of non-wanded subjects like Potions and Ancient Runes, which oftentimes have more guides than set rules. Wizardry is any branch of wanded magic with distinct rules, such as Transfiguration.
An intelligent person of good breeding should never talk of magic in a gendered way. As we have magic, and also have citizens of our realm who do not feel they belong to one gender or another, it is exceedingly insulting to assign a gender based on magical affinity.
Endymion Malfoy suggested the gendered nature of magic at his club and experienced the cut direct not three hours later by any person of sound mind and morals who came across him. It was, of course, a mistake made by a young man only just seventeen and out of the schoolroom, but it very nearly cost him an advantageous match. Only his father giving him a furious and public set down, followed by a period of rustication in Wiltshire, saved his reputation. All witnesses agreed he ought count himself lucky no one present for the first insult demanded the insolent puppy have his breeches dusted.
A Provided Wardrobe in the Medieval Style
If a wardrobe has been provided for you in the modes popular before the sixteenth century, you have been welcomed to a family of great antiquity.
The first task, of course, is to understand your underwear. Underclothes may be had in many colors, but those with the most delicate sensibilities and best taste will only wear white, not too embellished. Underclothes drowning in lace and other furbelows bespeak a frivolous nature. I will not even contemplate the sad character of one who would wear plaid or striped underthings.
Combinations
This may look quite odd to you, as it is designed on the same lines as a non-magical Union Suit. We, however, refer to them as combinations, but only when we must. A polite person does not reference their underwear. Ever.
Your combinations may be made from a knit (wool or silk or a blend of the two) or a woven (generally linen in the Summer months) fabric. They combine a sleeved or sleeveless top with knickers. The top unbuttons to the waist for ease in dressing. undertakings.
A young man will find an open fly at the front and a flap at the back which buttons to a waistband.
A young woman will find an open crotch (though it may have one or two small press studs) and the same flap arrangement at the back.
The knickers will always have a buttoned band at the knee. Leaving this unbuttoned risks losing your stockings and also points to a certain disreputable carelessness.
The Smock
Next, you'll put on a smock. This is a sleeved or sleeveless undergrown made of silk or wool or a blend in the Autumn through Spring months and of linen in the Summer months. A young person refusing to wear the proper underlinen is a slovenly one, indeed, should you wonder. You will find yourself on the wrong end of a set down from your guardian should you wish to protest.
I have seen this time and again from young men who grew up in the non-magical world. It is not unmanly to wear a smock. To be sure, a smock protects your finer clothes from becoming soiled, which saves some labor in washing. To think of the labor of others and to help lessen that is a most gentlemanly act. It also helps cool or warm you, depending on the weather.
Once properly garbed in combinations and smock, turn to your stockings before the outer layers.
Harry blinked at the passage he'd just read and turned the book over to look for an author. Aurelius Black shone softly in gilt edging under the title. He probably should have known. What would Malfoy say if someone asked him about Endymion, Harry wondered. He put all thought of Malfoys and their apparently generational bad manners out of his head and contemplated the clothing he still held. It looked like he'd grabbed combinations (sleeveless) and a short-sleeved smock. So…he probably had a wardrobe in the Medieval style, then.
Nothing for it but to try, he supposed, and stood to shimmy out of his muggle clothes. The provided underclothes went on easily, though he felt silly wearing the smock. Low-necked, it showed off his collarbones and fell in soft folds straight down to his ankles. He'd never worn anything like it before. He felt weirdly exposed.
The soft linen felt comfortable, though, like he always should have worn it.
He turned back to the book.
The Stockings
A young person should only wear white silk stockings before their presentation at Almack's. Any other color before then is looked upon as thoroughly inappropriate. Once you have been presented, you may wear whatever fashionable monstrosity you please. Only remember that white, cream, or a dark tone will always be most correct. If you prefer clocking, when you are of age, do try to keep within the bounds of good taste.
Pull them well up your leg, garter them just below you knee, pull your knicker band down, and button it firmly. This will keep you from unsightly wrinkling at the ankle. Under no circumstances should your stockings ever wrinkle at the ankle.
The First Outer Layer - The Gown
A gown is a most stately piece of clothing. The long, sweeping skirt and close fit are especially becoming on a young person. The sleeves are generally close and may button from elbow to wrist, as it is always worn under another gown or a tunic. The neckline is generally cut higher and will cover the collarbones. The gown is generally not embroidered, unless it is meant to be worn with a tunic. Then it will usually have decoration at the hem.
The gown goes on over the head and laces up the right side.
The Second Outer Layer - The Overgown or Tunic
The overgown is cut on the same lines as the gown, down to the length. It will have, sometimes, looser and more decorative sleeves, decoration around the neckline and hem, and a matching girdle to wear round the hips. Overgowns are worn for more formal occasions.
The tunic is much the same but shorter. It is for informal wear and is generally less ornamented.
Both garments lace up the left side.
#the poshest bedstead in islington#harry potter#sirius black cares for him from afar#harry discovers the magical world is so much larger than he ever thought#hp the season au#hp the season/the ton au#sirius black is posher than god
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Cranking out a funky tree for all of these furry hats. Base is heat treated ash palletwood. The rest is non-native invasives cut from the yard - persian silk/mimosa, chinese privet, and tallowtree. Only the trunk is fresh cut mimosa. The rest I pulled from my 2 and 3 year stack. All branches are peg-in-hole for disassembly.
Yeah, I need to clean up some cutoffs.
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My Truth - Pauli
Privet (hello), thank you so much for caring about me, I'm Paul Earl Evans. I'm down to six dollars for this month, I'm poor, but I have ten-plus years of college, edited 12 books, had the cover of History magazine. Look for 11 years I had the official music blog of the CIA but PLEASE believe me I'm Left: Caring good, sharing good, selfishness bad (where do the superpowers stack up)? You like multiculturalism? My dad was in China twice in his life and mom's dad was a cultural anthropologist. Mom was a botanist and a witch, my sister was a veterinarian. Look add me as a contact and email me, CIA closely monitors me, be careful, pass it on, [email protected]. Thank you for maybe caring and being my special friend, Pauli.
Either ... you know, the vow says for richer, for poorer. I'm psychic and a medium, I involuntarily sort of BECOME people, but mainly mom, her dad the famous anthropologist, my dad and sometimes my sister.
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Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen
Paring: Sukuna X Fem!reader
Summary: Holidays back home are here, Sukuna makes you cum harder.
Warnings: NSFW, No Beta, minors DNI,
Tags: College/modern Au, hurt/comfort, phone sex, orgasm denial, Sukuna likes to be called sir, Sukuna pep talks, mutual masturbation
Word Count: 4.04K
Master list
Chapter Six || Chapter Eight
Y/N: I have landed in the land of layovers! Now it’s time for food!
Sukuna: Overpriced fast food? How exciting.
Y/N: A land of layover delicacy.
Y/N: I landed home.
Sukuna: good, you managed to get home without falling out of the sky.
Sukuna: Morning doll.
Sukuna: Do not look at the image Yuji sends you
The gang(but we aren’t like a gang gang)
Yuji: Y/N! We went to go see the Christmas lights and I got bro to ride the littel kids' train with me!
Yuji sent a pic
Y/N: omg
Nobara: look at him! Ha! He barely fits! How did you manage to get him to go???
Megumi: He looks pissed. He’s going to scare the children.
Yuji: …He did make a few cry.
Megumi: Did he go on the train ride just to make small children cry?
Yuji: I told him it would make Y/N smile.
Sukuna: Morning again
Sukuna: That littel shit ate all the cereal again.
Sukuna: I. fucking. Hate. The supermarket. This time of year is the worst. They’re all like littel bugs scurrying about in a panic, but I really want that cereal.
Sukuna: What are you up to tonight? Any fancy parties?
Sukuna: I swear to god the barista was someone from the club. I flirted with him a bit in case you wanted to take him home one night.
Sukuna: It’s pretty nice out today.
Sukuna: Keep leaving me on read, ok
The moment you got off the plane it was dinner with your mother’s roommate for college. The next morning it was brunch with your grandparents on your father’s side at the country club followed by a late afternoon tea. That evening it was a Christmas party at your mother's law firm.
You did manage to sneak a peak at your phone to see the most adorable picture of Sukuna, squished into a child-sized seat little train ride full of kids and their parents. He had his arms crossed and a deep, pouty frown. What a humbug. God, he was so cute!
You have just enough time to send a quick reply in the group chat before you have put your phone away and pretend as if nothing happened. Your mother finding out that you had a boyfriend was the last thing that you needed right now. And one that did not meet her standards? You don’t even dare fathom the response she would have. Your relationship was already strained from transferring to a university not her choosing. You will be the first L/N not to graduate from the private university of your hometown.
For the rest of the evening, you do the same thing you had been doing since the moment you stepped off the plane, pretend. You pretend to be elated to see your old friends from high school, your old roommate, relatives, and your parents’s coworkers. You pretend to laugh along with their jokes and jabs about you going to a state university now.
All the while feeling more and more alone and desperate for just one genuine thing. A real smile, a real compliment, or real merry anything! But what would be the use of that? Wasn't looking pretty and perfect enough?
When you get home you're pooped but you cannot sleep. You toss and turn in your sheets. You feel weird. You feel so lonely and disconnected from the real world. In the darkness of your childhood bedroom, you wonder if your university was even real.
'that's stupid Y/N of course it's real.'
You remind yourself of all the hard work you put into the last semester and how you deserve a break. But when could you take that? It's so much work not making any waves here back here at home. Making sure that the holiday remains jolly and all that. Had it always been this hard?
You remind yourself that you have friends. You scroll through the group chat reading what everyone is up to. This was a bad idea. They all lived in the same town, and they all were enjoying the break together. They didn't have to pretend like everything was fine and great and like they were not becoming the disappointment of their families.
You make a bigger mistake by clicking on Sukun's messages. He gave you these cute littel updates that slowly stopped which made sense since you had not replied to any of his texts since landing. Not much sense in doing so now since it was later in the time zone he was in.
But, fuck, you missed Sukuna. You missed Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi. You missed how Sukuan's bed smelled. How you could hear Yuji and their grandpa in the mornings. You miss how lived in and warm the house felt. you missed feeling happy.
It was stupid but you called Sukuna. It rings and rings.
rings and rings.
"Oh, so you can't return a simple text but you can call me at three in the goddamn morning?"
you swallow a knot in your throat. God, just hearing his pissed-off, groggy voice made you relax under your comforter.
"I'm sorry, I've barely had time to check my phone," is the excuse you gave to him. You keep your voice quiet, paranoid that your mom can come knocking at any moment.
"Oh, too busy being all rich and distinguish to give your low-life boyfriend a text?" he sneers.
"It's not like that, my mom-"
He does not give you a chance to explain your actions, "Would be appalled that you're dating a guy like me?"
"No- well yes, but it's more than that. She is already mad at me-
"Mad?” his laugh and dark and sends a shiver down your spine. “About what? Did you use the wrong salad fork? Did she find out that you fraternizing with someone so being your wealth? " his voice is now shaper, cutting into your feelings and getting straight to the bone.
No, no, hearing Sukuna's voice was supposed to make you feel happy and remind you that there is an end to this long trip home.
"It's not like that...." you trail off. What was it like to go back home, to feel so hesitant to tell everyone about your boyfriend, and your friends, and how much you are enjoying your degre program??
"Oh, I think it very much is Doll. You see all your rich friends and their rich parents with their nice cars and nice-"
"No!" your voice rises and becomes tighter, "It's not like that at all and you sound like yo-you don't understand at all."
"Than make me," he threatens.
Oh, oh that littel shit was good. It was one of the oldest's tricks in his book. He pesters and angers you until you tell him exactly what it is that is bothering you.
"It's all so fucking fake Sukuna...." the dam breaks and tears well up in your eyes. "It's been one gathering after the other where I felt like I have to act like everything is fine and the whole family doesn't see me as this..this disappointment for not choosing the university they went to. And everyone here is so fake too. I don't that one person has genuinely wished me a merry anything. And you know what I want to gush about you. I wanna tell everyone how you make me swoon and laugh I want to save that cute picture of you in that tiny ass train seat as my lock screen. I want to tell them about my friends and the things we all get up to…. but I can't because.... because...I'm scared of dealing with ramifications. "
you were scared of what your mother might do.
But she would never...
would she...
"Doll?"
"I'm scared of what she might do if she finds out I have friends there....if I have you....a-and I'm afraid she might...." your voice was shakey as things came together. It is still not all there, but the feelings are.
"Doll keep talking to me," you hear Sukuna encourage.
"I-all this time I thought it was so ridiculous that me going to a different college bothered my mother so much. b-but I get it now, that's wh-why I'm hiding all of you... I'm afraid she'll take it away from me."
Sukuna scoffs, "Oh she can try doll. but I'd hunt you down no matter where that wench tries to hide you."
he can't see you shake your head," No...you don't get it.... This is what she does. If I choose something that that's not up to her standards she doesn't just take it away or hide it from me... She'll- she'll make me give it... I-I do want to give you up. Sh-she so manipulative that way I’ve fallen for it so many times.”
"Hey,” god his sift voice was killing you in the best way. You could melt into it. Just become lost in that deep tone forever. You cling to it like a lifeline. You'll continue clinging to it until you can find your way back to him. "Don't get choked up on me.... just breathe with me for a bit."
you try, you really try. God what if your mom passes by? What if she makes out your hushed tone? You can hear the things she would say.
'Baby, why are you crying?'
'No, no, baby, a good boyfriend wouldn't make you cry.'
'Well the fact that you have to hide him tells me you know this is a bad relationship to be in.'
"Su-Sukuna...."
"Yea Doll?"
"C-can you just talk to me? just- don't want to think. I just wanna hear your voice, please?"
"Yeah," and Sukuna goes on the tell you about his day, about the appointments he had at work, and what he's eaten. There we go, you breathing clams. When Sukuan can't hear the sobs and hiccups he starts to ask you questions.
"So you have to tell me how about all the crazy rich people shit that’s been happening."
“Wait hold on! You mean she dated twin A all throughout school, had this man's child, then left him for Twin B! And no one really bats an eye because it's his name in the law firm?"
When Sukuna hears you giggle he can finally relax. He made a note to ask you more about your home situation, mabey torturer some information out of his younger brother. But right now he just doesn't want to hear you like that again with him being so far away.
"So what are you wearing?"
"Oh my god Sukuna really?" you giggle again and it was so fucking cute how you sounded.
"I'm in nothing"
"B-bull," he can hear the flusteredness in your voice.
"Well I am now", he says kicking off his sweats. "So know what you know what I'm wearing..."
"a slik pjay set,” You answer. “Just a shirt and shorts. Nothing really special.”
"Fuuuck," his hands slip down his bare stomach, "That pretty pink one you 've worn to sleepovers ?"
"Yeah- you remember what I wear to sleepovers?"
"Oh, i remember that little set."
you squeeze your thighs together grab your AirPods from your nightstand and pop them in so your hands feel to play with yourself.
"Why?" you ask
On the other end Sukuan smirks. his hand reaches his soft cock that's already getting hard at your timid inquiry.
"Why? Are you really asking me that? you really don't have a clue what you do to me? You’ve got to have soem idea doll. Did you ever think it was odd that I took one look at you in those little shorts and wished all you little shits a good night then headed up to my room?"
A hand finds itself between thighs. your fingers being rubbed yourself over your shorts. "I-I just brushed it off as Sukuan being Sukuna. What did you do up there, while we were all just downstairs?"
"I stroked my fat cock like am now, " he tells you.
"Oh," you moan.
"What are you doing right now doll?"
"I'm touching myself, th-through my shorts," you tell him feeling hot and needy all of a sudden. That's just the effect that Sukuan's deep, shameless voice has on you.
"Over your clothes? That doesn't sound too fun. Be a good girl and put your hand down your shorts, slip your fingers between those pretty lips, and tell me how wet you are."
Getting so caught up in his playful and authoritative voice you obey. Your breath hitches when your cold finger slips under the waistband of your panties. You hear Sukuna hum on the other end.
"Fuck Doll I'm already so hard for you, missed your sweet cunt squeezing around my cock. "
"Su-sukuna..." You push your fingers between your lips and gasp, "Oh-oh my god, i-i'm wet."
You hear a raspy giggle, "I fucking knew that needy pussy missed me."
"So much," you mumble gathering up the slick and rubbing it over your clit. "A-are you still....."
"Mhm, going nice and slow. Taking my sweet time and enjoying all those sounds you making for me."
You giggle," I've barely made any noise. I'm trying to be as quiet as I can."
His voice grows stern, "Don't you fucking dare doll. Don't keep one sound from, I wanna hear it all."
"o-ok"
"Ok sir," he corrects you.
Your pussy throbs at the authority in his voice, "Wh-what?"
"Tonight, you call me sir and follow my orders. If you do that, be my good girl, then you'll get a reward."
"Damn, " is all your mind can muster. your boyfriend was so hot.
"What was that?"
"y-yes sir."
"Good girl," his voice was like melted honey in your ears, "Take off those shorts so you can get to that cute cunt better. "
You kick off your comforter then push your shorts and panties down your hips. They wind up somewhere beside your bed
"it sounds like you enjoying yourself doll."
"I am," you answer and quickly remember to add, " sir."
"You catch in so quick." Sukuna rubs his thumb over the head of his cock.
"Permission to ask a question, sir?" you ask before your mind becomes too muddled that you forget it.
"yes, doll?"
"W-what did you think about? When you were upstairs jerking off?"
Sukuna hums, the noise going straight to your core makes you moan softly.
"Curious thing aren't you? why should I divulge my secret fantasies to you?"
Of course, Sukuna was teasing you. And of course, you getting so caught up in the way he makes you feel so lot and good that you play into this sir kink he has.
Honestly, Sukuna would love to tell you all the lewd fanatics that he had since you first called him an ass to his face.
"B-because they have me in them?"
"mmm, try again~,” he teases.
"Because I wanna know what makes you feel good sir."
He smirks, his hands flicking over his head and smearing pre-cum down his shaft. "Mainly I think about you under me, fucking into you so rough your titis bounce under that silky top. Yes, making ride my thigh until your cryin' and creaming though the shorts making a big wet spot all before a fuck anther orgasm out of ya."
"Oh god," you gasp. Your body responds to his deceptions. “Remind me to wear that more when I get back. Can I go faster sir, please?"
“Of course doll," he tells you but don't register the sly tone. You wanna hear more of his voice and let him make you feel so good that you do not that think that there mighty a catch."Tell me how it feels."
You spread your legs wider, leaning your head back as you described the ecstasy coursing through your body as your fingers work at your clit faster," So good sir, my pussy sounds so wet for you. I miss you so much. My hole’s clenching around nothing sir.”
Sukuna lets out a ragged breath, fisting his cock faster ."That’s a good girl, Don't leave that tight cunt out, fuck yourself on your fingers for me."
"Ye-yes, sir," you were so wet at this point that your index and middle finger slipped right on in.
"Oh god, s-sir I can fit in two so easily."
Now it's Sukuna's turn to throw his head back. "And what about three?"
The noises you make are so cute m, so lewd, and shameless. Just how how lies to have you. You push in another, "Yes"
"And a fourth?"
"Mmm, makes me feel so full sir."
"That's good, that's good. Now fuck yourself like that was my cock filling you."
" y-yes sir, haa~ sir, feel so good, I can feel myself squeeze around them, so tight 'n' hot sir."
"That's it, that's my good girl,” he purrs. Sukuan swallows. He hopes that you can hear the quick fapfapfap of him stroking his cock. God did his body miss you did it crave to feel your touch again. He swears he can cum just knowing that he is not the only one craving sex.
The heel of your palm now scrapes over your clit making you tremble and moan Sukuna's name. you feel an orgasm growing and the world falling away.
"That’s it, that’s my good girl," he praises you making you feel so warm and happy. "Now stop."
"Sir~" You've graon but do as told.
Sukuna gets a rise out of this and laughs at you.,"Not so soft am I now?"
You blink up at the ceiling of your bedroom, fingers sit soaking in your cunt. soft? soft-" Are you serious? you bringing that up now?"
"I told you I wasn't going to forget that."
"Ugh, you are so evil."
His voice talks in that authoritative tone again, "I'm sorry what was that?"
"You are so evil, sir."
He hums. Sukuan grips the base of his cock. It weighs heavily in his hand, matching the weight he feels in his balls. They are filled with cum he wants to spill into your clenching hole and not his hand.
“Poor Y/N, “ he coos,” So hot and needy from her boyfriend's words, but he’s being so mean make you sit there with that needy cunt filled with her fingers.”
The wine that you make makes Sukuna groan, “That’s it doll, cry for me soem more. Beg for it.”
"pleeeease sir," your hole needy cut squeezes around your fingers, "Please let me fuck myself on my fingers for you. need it so bad. Please, sir."
Holy fuck are you a fast learner. In his state, the thought that you could be a succubus who knows just what to say makes his cock hard, and aching crosses his mind. Sukaun lets a low moan rumble through his chest, That’s it doll, more. G-give me more."
You inhale a wobbly breath, straining to keep your fingers still inside yourself. “It's so hard not to move sir. Not to curl my fingers inside me the way that you do. Miss the way you fuck me so much. Miss you so much, sir. I-i don’t think I can make myself cum the way you make me do.”
“You sound so patient right now,” Sukuna mocks you as he starts to stroke his erection again. “Can’t even make herself cum, you have to have me ther to do it for you. It's only been a few days and you already miss this fat cock stuffing you cunt. Fucking you full of my cum until you’re screaming.”
“Sir please,” you beg.
You hear Sukuna’s harsh breath on the other end,” fuck, sound so good when you beg like th-Ah! That Doll. You wanna cum with me?”
“Yesyesyes,” you nod eagerly even though he can’t see you. Your cunt is just as eager squeezing around your fingers.
“Then go on, fuck yourself for me doll, let me hear all those cute noises you make as you cum imaging those fingers are my cock fucking you like your my little sex doll.”
Finally being given permission to pleasure yourself, you began pumping your fingers in and out of you. Ecstasy runs rampant through your system. Your soft cries of pleasure sound so good to Sukuna. He groans pumping his fists faster.
“That's is doll that's is, that's it, fuck you gonna cum for me?”
“Yes, " your fingers curl and manage to find that spot inside you that makes you arch your back,” Please master let me cum, need to cum so bad.”
There is an amused moan from the other end before Sukaun taunts you,” Yea you need to cum that bad? You think you can get there with my voice alone?”
“Yes, please let me cum sir,” You plead feeling the pressure build in your gut, but you're somehow staving off an orgasm until Sukuna says which is madding. “I need so bad. Please, sir.”
Having you pleading like that and knowing he has so much power over you at this moment makes him feel so good. He curses as his hips jerk.
“My desperate little slut being such a good girl waiting for me to give her permission, “he says in a breathless voice.
You whimper this time making his eye roll back, “Yes I’m desperate to cum Sir. Please, please i need this. “
“Then cum,” Sukuna demands bucking his hips into his fist, “Hard.”
Your whole body feels light, your ass floating off the bed. You ruthlessly shove your fingers knuckle deep in your sopping wet pussy. Your palm ruts into your clit as you feel yourself become flooded with pleasure and ecstasy.
On the other end of the phone, Sukuna moans your name as cum covers his closed fist. He feels his cock twitch against his palm as spurt after spurt leaks from the tip and over his fingers.
As you float back down to your bed you barely register any of the lonely feelings of being home again.
“You still with me doll?” the softness of Sukuna’s voice for the other end begins your voice back.
“Yeah,” you give a small uncomfortable noise as you slip your finger out of yourself, “just, wowed like always.”
“How you feelin’?” he asks reaching over to grad some tissue for his nightstand.
“Great, I think I really need that….and to just hear your voice. Thank you for picking up.”
Sukuan throughs the tissue into the trash leaving the two of you in silence before replying, “Even if I’m annoyed with you for designing your ghosting shit… I’ll always pick up Y/N”
“Thank you.”, your voice wobbles a bit,” I’m sorry for haunting you.”
Sukuna rolls his eyes “Come on don't start crying again.”
“I’m sorry it's just a lot harder when I’m home.”
“God stop apologizing you sound so pathetic,” Sukuna scoffed then addressed you in a stern voice,” Listen y/n, stand proud. You are strong. You will continue to smile and endure your family knowing that you will come back here. When you do come back then you can let out all those emotions, to me, in my arms. Understood? “
“Yes sir,” you confirm wiping away your tears,” But can you do one more thing for me? Well, two actually.”
His automatic reply is, “Anything.”
“Can you stay on the line until I fall back asleep? And, can you keep giving me those cute little updates about your day? They kind of make mine.”
“As long as you don't call them cute, then yes.
You pull up your shorts and settle back under the comforter. You get lulled back to sleep by his soft voice and more stories about what everyone has been up to since you left. And just when you are on the edge of falling asleep ask,” Oh, and doll?”
“Hmmm?”
“Happy holidays,” he says and wants to say more, but he thinks neither of you is ready for those words, at least not yet.
You make a happy hum on the other end of the phone and Sukuna only ends the call when he can hear your even breaths and a slight snore here and there.
#sukuna#sukuna smut#sukuna x reader#jjk college au#jjk imagines#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk#jjk sukuna#privet stacks#jujutsu kaisen
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I’m bouncing the idea around that I may turn The Jayde Heiress into a poly!BTS story and not just focus on Hoseok...what do you think?
There is some ground work already laid out in the Blacktober drabbles that would make it very easy to turn it into a poly story. I haven’t really ever written a poly story, so it would be new for me. I kind of like the idea of each guy falling for Arissa in their own way, ya know?
How they fall for Arissa is under the cut cause it’s kind of long 🤷🏽♀️
Like Seokjin falls in love with her cooking, since he’s so used to Korean food. The flavors and spices of soul food just won his heart. Can you imagine, that? Seokjin just walks out of his room and follows his nose to the kitchen where he finds Arissa cooking something that he has never seen before. She would make him her taste tester and from there is would be a wrap. Seokjin wouldn’t let anyone but himself, Yoongi and Arissa cook for the rest of his life.
Jungkook is all about muscle, so it would be the yoga and dancing that catches him. After Arissa showed him a few stretches, Jungkook would warm up with them before a fight and damn, he’s on a new undefeated streak! (Not that it was ever broken to start with). Arissa would surprise Jungkook at one of his fights and he would show off a little for her. When the fight is over, Arissa would be the one to clean up Jungkook’s hands and as a thank you, Jungkook would teach her a few boxing moves to protect herself with...cue some sexy make out scene in the home gym.
Jimin would be so taken by the way Arissa embraces his ‘flaws’...like his past makes him second guess some of his actions and throw himself in harms way without a second thought. Just having Arissa there to tell him “hey, stop and think...we need you here with us. I need you.” Jimin would be so in love and would show more of himself to Arissa. Having her love would boost Jimin’s confidence and he would maybe give Arissa a privet show of his own at Esoteric...after hours or before? Who knows since he’s the owner.
Yoongi is a total sucker for how caring she can be. He’s mister tough guy, so having someone like her baby him is kind of nice, right? Laying his head in her lap for an afternoon nap while she plays with his hair and traces over his face with her fingertips...total goner. If they go outside, Arissa would rub sunblock on his face and peck his nose when she’s done. Yoongi would blush soooooo hard! The guys would tease him nonstop. Is Min Yoongi, the most feared explosives expert blushing?? Oh, Yoongi would fucking melt.
Namjoon takes on a lot of stress being the co-CEO of Kim-Jung Enterprise and Arissa is right there to take on some of that burden. She would just take a stack of papers off his desk and sit down on the couch that is in his office and work her ass off. At some point, Namjoon would get Arissa her own little desk in his office and he would just watch her as she typed away on her laptop and signed her name on everything. Arissa would see how stressed Namjoon would be and just pull him away from the work. She would plop herself in his lap and force his head down onto her chest, so that he could listen to her heartbeat. “Take a break, Joonie” And Namjoon would just close his eyes and hold Arissa in his arms as he listened to her heartbeat. Maybe have a quick nap on the couch cuddled up on her chest.
Taehyung wouldn’t fall for Arissa right away. He would be a little stand offish, just watching everything unfold. It really wouldn’t turn into love until Taehyung goes on another mission with Arissa. They would have to visit a museum to find out if someone was selling stolen good after hours. Arissa would be dressed up looking cute and Taehyung would match her style in his dress pants and blazer. They would be the talk of many conversations and Taehyung would sweet talk his way into the shady ass auction. Arissa would high key enjoy seeing all the art work and would just gush to Taehyung about it all. She would fall for some art piece that Taehyung has had his eyes on for a while and that’s when it would click for him, like damn she’s kind of cool and I like that.
Hoseok has always like Arissa, but he didn’t love her. He felt like he didn’t have the right to love her. Once he sees the way the rest of his members are acting around Arissa he would get a little jealous. Like hello! I’m the one that’s married to her!! I feel that Hoseok would fall in love with Arissa simple for the fact that she has put up with his shit and has stayed loyal to him. Like this woman has been targeted just because she’s his wife and she has NEVER, not even once folded on him.
#soc talks#jayde heiress#bts gang au#should i make it poly#poly!bts x reader#so many options#someone help me choose#or we can just talk about it
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Clearly Ginny and Ron cannot stand each other, which is why Ginny was included in the Trio's reunion in Goblet of Fire
"What are Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked as they climbed.
Ron and Ginny both laughed, although Hermione didn't.
"Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room," said Ron quietly. "Great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they'd been inventing all that . . ."
"We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things," said Ginny. "We thought they just liked the noise."
"Only, most of the stuff - well, all of it, really - was a bit dangerous," said Ron, "and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the
order forms…. She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she expected."
O.W.L.s were Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the examinations Hogwarts students took at the age of fifteen.
"And then there was this big row," Ginny said, "because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop."
[...]
As Harry, Hermione, and Ginny followed Ron up three
more flights of stairs, shouts from the kitchen below echoed up to them. It sounded as though Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley about the toffees.
The room at the top of the house where Ron slept looked much as it had the last time that Harry had come to stay: the same posters of Ron's favourite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, were whirling and waving on the walls and sloping ceiling, and the
fish tank on the windowsill, which had previously held frog spawn, now contained one extremely large frog. Ron's old rat, Scabbers, was here no more, but instead there was the tiny grey owl that had delivered Ron's letter to Harry in Privet Drive. It was hopping up and down in a small cage and twittering madly.
"Shut up, Pig," said Ron, edging his way between two of the four beds that had been squeezed into the room. "Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room," he told Harry.
"Percy gets to keep his room all to himself because he's got to work."
"Er - why are you calling that owl Pig?" Harry asked Ron.
"Because he's being stupid," said Ginny, "Its proper name is Pigwidgeon."
"Yeah, and that's not a stupid name at all," said Ron sarcastically. "Ginny named him," he explained to Harry. "She reckons it's sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he won't answer to anything else. So now he's Pig. I've got to keep him up here because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, come to that.
#this was sarcasm#in case it wasn't clear#also can we talk about how Ginny's line is hilarious#we thought they just liked the noise#pffff lol#also ron is adorable#the explanation about how pig got named pig is so cute#Ginny named him and I couldn't change the name#so now he's Pig#also this kind of scenes shows ginny will be part of their little group one day#hp#ginny weasley#ron weasley
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December 14, 2020: Day One
On the first day of Ficmas, Hazel gave to you...a Russian!Leo bakery AU!
(Also where Finnlo works themselves out while still at Harvard. For this fic, Leo is 23, Logan is 20, and Finn is 21)
“It’s closed,” Logan said, breathing hot air onto his hands as he slammed the passenger door shut against the thrashing snow storm.
“What?” Finn said. “No, it’s—it’s never closed.”
Logan shrugged. “It’s closed.”
“We came here on the blizzard last year! It was open. Nothing was open, and it was open.”
“Harz, what do you want me to say?”
“It’s closed?”
“It’s closed!”
Finn sat back in his seat, staring out the frosted window. “But—my everything bagel.”
Logan huffed out a laugh, leaning across the car to press a kiss to Finn’s cheek, which was warm from the car’s heat. Practice had ended with Coach wishing them a good holiday break—and then the storm had hit. Logan had been looking forward to locking their door and cuddling up to Finn in their dorm room before going home to New York for Christmas, and then to Quebec for New Years. He was bringing Finn home. Finn.
“Oof,” Finn winced, but tucked his fingers into the curls sticking out below Logan’s tuque. “You’re freezing, baby, c’mere.”
Logan would never get tired of this. They’d spent two years dancing around each other, but when Logan had had a few too many drinks one night, they’d snapped. Finn had followed him into a back room at some house party, and Logan had reached forward and kissed him. Finn had frozen and then melted, and Logan would never get tired of remembering the way Finn had clutched to him, they way they’d broken apart and stared at each other—the way Finn had broken out into a smile and kissed him again. Logan, he’d whispered. Logan, Logan, Logan.
Finn was the last thing Logan expected to find at Harvard. He was the last thing Logan expected to get to keep. Logan was afraid of a lot of things—but after seeing that look on Finn’s face, it became the thing he was most afraid of losing. He’d do anything to protect it.
Finn kissed him now, a steadying hand against his jaw. “Let’s go find somewhere else?”
“Okay,” Logan mumbled against his mouth. “Wait, a little more.”
Logan felt Finn’s laugh when he tilted his chin up, and swayed into the open kisses Finn pressed to his lips, then up his cheek. The snow beat against the windows, and Logan could have stayed right there forever.
“Little more once we get to where we’re going,” Finn said.
“Where are we going?”
Finn put the car back into drive. “No idea.”
They drove around at a creeping pace in the snow until they found themselves on an unfamiliar street, small and with cobblestones replacing the usual pavement. Only one of the storefronts had their lights on, the open sign flipped outwards. The lights looked warm, with Christmas stickers stuck to the windows around a proudly displayed name.
“Arakhisa’s,” Logan read out. “I don’t know, sounds Russian?”
Finn put his hand behind Logan’s seat to park the car. “Whatever it is, we’re finding out.”
The door jingled as they entered. The space was small and painted in creams. There were bits of mistletoe and holly on the tables in tiny vases besides canisters of napkins and cutlery. White Christmas lights were strung along the walls, along with paper snowflakes, artful and curling, hanging around the lights and casting snowing shadows across the entire room.
“Privet,” said a soft voice. “Hello, may I help?”
Logan looked up to see—
“Huh,” Finn said from beside him. “I mean, hi.”
“Hi,” the boy said, smiling at them. “You looking for something good, I can tell.”
Logan nodded. “Yeah, we are.”
“Welcome to Arakhisa’s,” the boy said. “We open last year.”
“Do you…” Finn began, twirling a finger around to gesture at the store.
“Yes, is mine. You have not come before.”
Logan liked his careful sounds, like he was putting everything he had into making sure they were clear.
“We’re creatures of habits, I guess,” Finn laughed, and then he rubbed the back of his neck. It was red, Logan noticed.
The boy held out his hand over the counter, and Logan watched Finn take it.
“I’m Leo,” he said.
“Finn.”
Leo’s hand was warm in Logan’s next. “Logan.”
“Nice to meet,” Leo glanced between them “What you like? Sweet?”
Logan laughed and looked back down at the display case again. It was filled with golden breads, cakes and muffins.
“Or not so sweet, maybe? We have case, but also menu. Bad storm. Deserve something warm.”
Logan smiled. He liked how Leo said deserve.
“Yeah,” Logan nodded. “Sweet for me, not so much for him. Anything you’d suggest?”
Leo looked down, thinking. As he did, another boy came out from the back, apron on. Leo and the boy spoke fast Russian for a moment, laughing at something, before he nodded haltingly at the two of them, and then turned back towards the kitchen again, disappearing through the swinging door.
“Sorry,” Leo said, still smiling. “Okay, I’m choose for you? Sweet and not so sweet.”
“And warm,” Finn added with a very familiar smile. Logan suppressed a laugh. Finn was flirty by nature, but Logan would know that look anywhere. He thought Leo was hot, and Logan didn’t blame him.
“Dimples,” Logan whispered when they sat down after being directed by Leo.
“Tell me about it,” Finn laughed, fishing them out two sets of forks and knives from the canister on the table. He tapped the ends of his in a little rhythm on the table. “He’s hot. How old do you think he is?”
“I don’t know, our age? Little older, maybe,” Logan said.
The boy from the back appeared again, this time with a tray of a steaming pot of tea and two cups.
“Thank you,” Finn said.
The boy smiled softly and gave a halting, “Yes, good.”
The tea was strong and Logan watched Finn drink it straight while he dunked sugar and milk into his own. He felt the warmth like it was seeping straight into his bones.
“Merde, I didn’t know how cold I was,” Logan sighed.
Finn smiled at him over his cup. “Your cheeks tell all.”
Logan snorted. “Look in the mirror.”
“Bet I can warm you up when we get home.”
Logan looked at Finn over the rim of his cup.
Finn’s smile widened. “Yeah, baby, now I know I can.”
They talked, with their ankles hooked beneath the table, about practice, about Christmas and their flight out in a few days, until Leo was walking back over to them.
“Okay, ready?” Leo said, setting plates down. “Like tea?”
“It’s perfect,” Finn said.
“Good,” Leo smiled.
In front of Logan, Leo set down a stack of what looked like crêpes. They were drizzled with a sticky red sauce, some sort of berry, and Leo drizzled honey over them himself.
“Blini,” Leo said, gesturing towards it. “Sweet. And for Finn, eggs. Don’t touch pan, very hot. Sausage, too, and dill on top. Scoop with bread like spoon, okay?”
Finn did as he was told. “This is incredible.”
Logan was caught up in the honey-sweet across his tongue. “Ouais.”
Leo stood there, wiping his hands on his apron. “I’m happy, then. I let you enjoy.”
“Thank you, Leo,” Logan said—just wanting to say his name. He remembered feeling that way about Finn. Just wanting to feel him, even if only through words. He flushed with the connection, and smiled before ducking back down to his food.
“You have welcome,” Leo said, and Logan and Finn looked at each other as Leo turned away.
“That was the—” Finn leaned in. “Cutest shit.”
“We’re coming back tomorrow,” Logan said. “We’re coming back.”
~
“Welcome to Ar—oh,” Leo smiled at them the next day. He was holding a tray of sweet smelling croissants. “Hi, again.”
“Hi, again,” Finn said, hands in his pockets against the cold. “Looks like you’re our new favorite.”
Leo laughed, reaching into the case to straighten some cakes. “Me?”
“I—well,” Finn stuttered.
“Yeah,” Logan said, leaning his elbows on the counter. “Any more recommendations?”
“Hm,” Leo tilted his head. “You still a sweetheart?”
Logan blinked. “Quoi?”
Leo gestured to the case. “Still feel like sweet things?”
Finn let out a delighted laugh. “Oh. Sweet tooth.”
“Ah,” Leo said. “What I say?”
“Sweetheart is, uh,” Finn ran a hand through his hair. “Like, cute? Like, a—lover?” he stumbled over the words and Logan—sort of liked watching the way he and Leo blushed as Finn spoke.
“Oh,” Leo said, more quietly. “Sorry, didn’t mean—“
“No, it’s okay,” Logan shook his head quickly. “According to Finn, I’m a sweetheart and a sweet tooth so…no harm done.”
“Have practice or can go home for holiday?” Leo said, laughing a little as he tried to change the subject.
“How…” Logan began, and then looked down at his sweatshirt when Leo did. Harvard Hockey. “Oh. Hah, yeah, no, we can go home. We’re leaving today, actually. Tonight.”
Leo nodded, pulling two cream-filled pastries from the case. “Where you go?”
Finn held up two fingers. “First to New York, for me, and then to Quebec, for Lo.”
“New York,” Leo said, and turned towards the hot kettle, for their tea. Logan liked the way he moved, like it was all so well practiced, he could do it all in his sleep. “I have seen New York. Not…how you say?”
“Quebec,” Logan supplied. “Canada.”
“Oh,” Leo pushed the two plates towards them, and his smile turned cheeky as he looked at Finn and nodded at Logan. “Sounds better when he say.”
Finn laughed, taking the plates for the both of them. “Most things do. What are we trying today?”
“Sharlotka,” Leo said. “Sort of apple cake.”
Logan brought the pastry to his mouth, the cake crumbing back on to his plate when he took a bite. It was sweet and tart. It was perfect.
They watched Leo work from afar, going to and from the kitchen, laughing and charming customers. He tied boxes of cookies up with string, poured steaming take away cups of tea and coffee, fried up hot plates of eggs, instructing the customer to use the bread like a spoon, as he had with Finn.
Logan was—he didn’t know what. He was all caught up with the way he would accidentally catch Leo’s eye from across the room, just as he had been when he and Finn would lock gazes, across the Harvard locker room, across the showers.
“Leo,” Logan called as they left. Blue eyes met his own. “Have a good holiday.”
Leo’s eyes flickered between them, lips pressed together, and then he smiled. “Yes. Same as you.”
Christmas was a mess of happiness. Logan woke up in Finn’s childhood room, snug somewhere in the West Village. Finn walked him to his favorite coffee shop, just around the corner, and they sat at the bar in the window, warming up with the coffee and—kissing. Finn kissed Logan wherever and whenever. Finn took Logan apart at night, keeping him quiet and close. Logan took him apart in the morning. During the day, the re-fit the pieces of both of them together.
Finn was stroking Logan’s hips, kissing his chest and easing him down from a high when he asked.
“Do you think Leo had somewhere to go for Christmas?”
Logan took a second to breathe, a little surprised to hear Leo’s name out of Finn’s mouth so soon after coming, then looked down at Finn. They were both a little sweaty, and—Logan could never decide—but sometimes he thought he liked Finn best like that. Red cheeks and hair sticking up, a glisten at his neck.
“Uh,” Logan swallowed a pant. “Yeah?”
“I mean, his family might be in Russia. I didn’t see anyone other than that other boy there.”
“Maybe they’re together.”
“Oh. Yeah, maybe.”
Logan put a hand behind his head, the other on Finn’s neck. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Finn smiled, kissing just beside Logan’s softening cock. “We just didn’t ask him, that’s all.”
“We could have him over to the house, maybe,” Logan said, raking his fingers through Finn’s hair as he pushed his way up to lay beside him. “Or maybe a movie or something.”
“Yeah, I think we should,” Finn said, and turned onto his side, fingers trailing over Logan’s heated skin. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Logan just smiled. “As gorgeous as you think Leo is?”
“Hey, I can think Leo’s gorgeous,” Finn laughed, then leaned in close. “But you, Lo…I’m so in love with you.”
They went back to the bakery almost every day when term started up again, but with coursework, and the season ending, they never invited Leo out. He went from a kind smile from behind the counter to a long Sunday afternoon lunch—Leo sitting at their table between rushes—but never more. Logan had to admit…he was a little terrified of the pull he felt. He didn’t know if Finn felt it, too. And, with Finn graduating soon, what they had already felt so fragile.
They were getting ready for bed late in the Spring semester when it happened. Finn’s phone rang. He went out into the hall to answer it.
He never did that.
Finn’s face, when he came back in, was stricken, emotions waring. Logan’s first thought was that something horrible had happened, he didn’t even think about the draft—he’d been trying so hard not to think about Finn leaving, the stubborn fear that Finn was leaving him behind—
Finn swallowed hard, the door closing behind him and his phone tight in his fist.
Logan pushed himself up on his elbows from where he was laying across Finn’s bed. “Harzy? Mon rouge—”
“They think I’ll go third overall.”
The world stilled.
“Third,” Logan breathed.
Finn nodded. He dropped his phone onto his dresser.
“Finn,” Logan whispered, and then he was rushing at him. “Finn.”
He’d miss him. He’d ache over him. He was so happy for him.
“I can’t imagine it without you,” Finn said from where his nose was buried in Logan’s neck. His voice was thick with tears. “Lo.”
“You can’t think about me right now,” Logan laughed, tearfully, and pulled back, taking Finn’s face in his hands. “We always knew Harvard wasn’t forever. But you are.”
Finn sniffed, brown eyes filled. “I can’t even think about losing you.”
“And you think I can?” Logan pushed up and kissed him, mumbling the next words into it. “I’m so happy for you.”
They swayed as they hugged, and Logan closed his eyes at the feeling of Finn’s fingers running through his hair. “Will you visit me?”
Logan kissed him again and again until Finn’s back was pressed against the doorframe. Until Finn smiled.
“Send me your jersey, I’ll take some nice pictures for you. Maybe I’ll bring Leo to a game, that’ll make you happy.”
Finn brushed their noses together, laughing. ”That sounds good. And as long as you send me yours. When it happens.”
The notion send rocking waves through Logan all over again. It had happened to Finn, the NHL…it could happen to him.
And what would happen to them?
Logan opened the door to Leo’s bakery, and was met with Leo’s soft smile. It was a relief. His eyes still felt raw from saying goodbye to Finn. He still felt raw.
“Alone today?” Leo said.
“Sort of,” Logan said, smile shaky. “Well,” he looked back at the door, at their usual table by the corner. “Yeah.”
Leo’s eyes flickered with concern, and he tilted his head. “Need something sweet?”
Logan let out a breath and leaned on the counter. “Yeah. That would be nice.”
Leo nodded. “I’m find something perfect for you.”
Logan, though, really thought he had too many perfect things already. He hardly knew what to do with them all.
{A/N: Leo’s bakery’s name translates to Peanut’s…I think.]
#sweater weather#coast to coast#sweater weather lumosinlove#coast to coast lumosinlove#12 days of ficmas 2020 lumosinlove
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Bucky x fem!reader
Privet! Here's a little sad drabble. The idea wouldn't leave my mind. Not sure what that says about me, but ah. Hope you enjoy <3
You're a double agent for HYDRA and Shield, but life is far away from fair
Heavy footsteps sounded throughout the alley as the White Wolf made his way through it. He had received a cryptic Russian phone call to meet with you.
It was the late hours of the evening, and you were nowhere to be seen, not until he heard the flint of a lighter and the glow lit up your face.
"Those will kill you, ya know."
You sat down on a stack of crates and chuckled.
"I'm dying anyway." Bucky furrowed his eyebrows and leaned against the wall opposite you.
"What do you mean?"
"Uh, that's why called you here. I don't have anything new on HYRD. I came here to tell you in person that my life as double agent is being hung up."
"Why? Did they find you out?" He asked, seemingly worried about your situation.
"No, if they had, I'd already be dead. I have bleed on brain. Too many bad bumps to head I guess. I don't have very long left."
Bucky listened to the way your accent sounded. The way you'd miss little words when forming a sentence. He was taking in what you were saying of course, just unsure of how to respond.
"I bought Lake House in Aspen. I go there to live out rest of my days with my cat, Alpine." You took a hard swallow and looked around at the ground beneath your feet.
"I'd like you to visit." You murmered, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Say that last part again doll."
"I'd like you to visit." You repeated, a little too loud for comfort.
Bucky offered a signature smirk and assured that he'd visit even if you didn't want him to.
-
You were visibly deteriorating every time Bucky came around, and yet he still thought you looked beautiful - although he wouldn't admit that to you.
You spent your time together playing board games, learning to cook new things, and being educated in cinema from Buckys previous life; your favourite being "Bringing Up Baby" - one of which, upon after viewing, you'd never expect to be a favourite of James Buchanan Barnes.
-
As Bucky unknowingly entered your house for the last time, he was struck with worry when you weren't in your normal spot on the couch.
He slowly walked to your bedroom where he found you lay unnervingly still. In a panic, he rushed to kneel by your side.
You made a weak attempt to open your eyes and face him. He let out a huff of breath he hadn't realised he was holding.
"I think it's time." You whispered. "I need someone to look after Alpine. There's no one I trust than you. And she likes you lot."
Bucky wasn't sure he had the time or love to look after a cat, but for you he'd do anything.
"I'll be happy to take Alpine."
You could feel you life slipping away, but you couldn't let yourself leave without confessing one thing.
"Bucky?" He took your hand.
"Я люблю вас." Bucky clenched his teeth as he felt your grip on his hand loosen. He brought that same hand to his lips and gently kissed your fingers.
"I love you too."
#bucky x reader#bucky barnes one shot#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fluff#bucky x female reader#bucky x y/n#bucky x you
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If Anthony is a secret Star Wars fan, is it safe to assume that Kate had a Harry Potter phase?
Pleeeaseeeee
Kate Sheffield’s Harry Potter phase continued well into her twenties though she feels (as a lot of us potter fans do) that The Author is incorrect. And Trans rights are human rights, and Trans women, are women. And we desperately hopes she wakes up and realises what an idiot she is.
But alas, I digress. Do you want to see a Lil snippet of when Anthony found out Kate loved Harry Potter? (It’s below the cut if you do)
Thomas Sheffield had loved reading to his daughters before bed. Every night he’d sat for 30 minutes and read story after story to them. He’d always start out with
“Just one tonight, girls” but then the one story would be over, and Kate would beg
“Please Daddy.” in the way she’d long since learned her father couldn’t resist. and he’d read ten more. And then one day he’d come home with a new book and sat Kate down on his lap and started reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and Kate had been entranced.
She’d tried to beg him to stay up and finish it, tucked on his lap with Edwina who’d fallen asleep ages ago but he’d laughed and said
“It’ll still be there tomorrow peanut!” and she’d scowled as she’d gotten into bed and fell asleep bursting with excitement dreaming of red trains, and wizards, and flying motorcycles.
They got through the first few books this way, before Kate decided she was too old to be read to, and she read quicker than her father could keep up anyway. But he’d always read the new book as soon as she’d finish it and they’d discuss their theories endlessly while Mary tutted and Edwina flitted in and out of the conversation. And then the series finished, and she still read them every year. Took them to university with her, read them when she missed her family and felt close to them again. And then her Dad died. And she returned to the University of Lincoln two weeks later and stared at the books piled on her shelf, now looking more than a little worse for wear, and tears blurred her vision as she swept them into a box and closed it up for good.
And over time she barely thought about them. well, she tried not to at least. She’d see them in he bookstore sometimes and run her fingers down the spine and smile to herself. Sometimes she’d even open up one and skim read her favourite section. But she never opened the box that contained her own set couldn’t bare to see the inscriptions her dad always left on the inside cover, and she knew the Deathly Hallows would sting most of all
Sometimes the end is just the start of something new, Peanut-Dad
And then one day she walked into the bedroom she shared with Anthony Bridgerton and stopped dead. Because thereon her bedside table were seven dogeared books she would have recognised anywhere despite the intervening 8 years. And her heart was suddenly in her throat
“Anthony!” She called out sharply hearing his footsteps hurrying up the stairs no doubt in a panic at the tone f her voice
“Is something wrong?” He said appearing through the door moments later, his hair falling into his eyes, concern colouring his voice. Kate fought to keep her own neutral.
“Where did you find those books?” She said, looking at a spot of his shoulder, unable to look him in the way, afraid she would do something humiliating like break down in front of him. His eyes widened in understanding, a small smile on his face
“Mary dropped round a box of your old stuff from uni while you were out today, and I know I shouldn’t have looked but I was very curious about little Katie Sheffield and I saw those and-” He started, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he spoke
“Get rid of them.” Kate said bluntly. Anthony froze, his face uncomprehending.
“Kate?”
“Please, Anthony. Get rid of them.” Kate said, her voice starting to crack a little. Anthony’s mouth dropped open
“I can pack them up again. But I’m not getting rid of them, Kate. I saw what was written inside and I know you want to keep them.” He said gently, stepping forward hesitantly and wrapping his arms around her when she didn’t move, tucking her face against his neck as the tears started to fall.
They stayed, swaying silently for several moments as the tears slowly stopped, and Kate felt her breathing even out, soothed by Anthony’s warm presence.
“My Dad used to read them to me.” Kate whispered against his neck, he made a hum of acknowledgement “And we loved them. We’d spend hours discussing them, it was something that was just ours I guess and I don’t know when he died I couldn’t even look at them.”
Anthony pulled back a little, his eyes glistening with his own tears
“Honey, I’m so sorry. If I’d known I never would have-Kate I thought you lost them.” His voice was a little desperate, his eyes burning into hers, desperate for her to believe that he’d meant no harm. Kate felt her heart clench as she turned around, her eyes landing on the stack of books and she reached out for the first time in years and ran her hand over the cover.
“I think it’s time for some new memories with these.” She said lightly, picking up the Philosopher’s Stone and opening the cover, her father’s handwriting bringing a smile to her face. Anthony cleared his throat and said
“May I then?” Kate turned towards him in confusion. He had sat down on their bad, his hand outstretched towards her. She held the book out to him hesitantly. Unsure. He took it gently from her then tugged on her hand, encouraging her to settle beside him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. He cleared his throat once more and began
“Mr and Mrs Dursley of Number 4 Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much...”
And as she sat, listening to Anthony’s deep voice rumble through his chest, she couldn’t help but be entranced all over again
I’m so sorry! This was both sadder and longer than I expected
#bridgerton and sons au#kathony#anthony x kate#anthony bridgerton#kate sheffield#kate sharma#kate is a HP nerd and you know it#molly's asks and answers#she and gregory definitely have HP marathons together
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Chapter One: Point of Divergence
Find this on AO3.
The day Harry Potter’s life changed forever started out pretty normal for the almost-eleven year old. (At least, normal if you considered his bedroom under the stairs as normal.) Harry woke up at 6am to the sharp raps of his aunt’s knuckles on his cupboard door, and quickly made his way to the kitchen. For this sunny morning in the middle of July, Harry fried up some bacon and eggs while the tea kettle boiled away. He quickly and efficiently prepared the Dursley’s breakfast, habits born out of years of practice.
When Dudley slowly meandered his way into the kitchen, Harry took the opportunity to swiftly head upstairs and wash up. Once finished, he made his way back down to start washing the breakfast dishes, as the Dursley’s munched away happily.
Such a morning was normal for young Harry, who had been forced to wait on his relatives since he was old enough to reach the counter. When he was younger, Harry believed that if he worked hard enough and followed orders as quickly as possible, that one day the Dursleys would come to love him as much as they did Dudley. But Harry was ten years old now, and far too old and cynical to ever hope that the Dursleys might one day treat him as family. Instead, Harry went about his chores without complaint, having long learned how to navigate the Dursley’s moods in order to ensure at least one square meal a day for himself.
Harry’s aunt finished her breakfast first, and nodded tersely to the plate set aside on the counter. Harry ate his meager breakfast of one slice of dry toast and a tiny portion of eggs with speed. His aunt refilled her cup of tea and went to the window to begin her morning bout of nosiness. Uncle Vernon lowered his newspaper to bark at Harry, mustache dotted with bits of marmalade,
“Finish your chores quickly today and don’t even think of trying anything funny, boy. I expect you to listen to your aunt, and when I get home you will clean my car. Got it?”
Harry nodded without emotion, and continued eating. Dudley looked over at him and smirked, bacon grease dripping down his chin. Harry ignored him, scooping up the last of his eggs, when there was a click at the door.
“Go get the mail Dudley,” Uncle Vernon said between bites.
“Make Harry get it!”
“Go get the mail boy.”
“Whatever,” Harry mumbled, getting up and dodging Dudley’s kick on the way out. Spotting the stack of envelopes on the floor, Harry picked them up and rifled through them idly.
Bills
Advertisements
Letter from Aunt Marge
Bills
A letter for Harry
Bil—
Wait what? Harry quickly checked the address on the front of a thick envelope and stared at his name.
Hari J. Potter
The Cupboard Under the Stairs
4 Privet Dr.
Little Whinging, Surrey
A letter? For him? Who the hell would write to him? Harry had no friends, never took books home from the library, and knew no one who could possibly write to him. He turned the strange envelope over, (noting absently that the envelope seemed to be made of parchment and not paper) and stared at the bizarre crest on the back sealed in green wax. Harry had never seen such a crest before, but before he could open the letter, Uncle Vernon yelled from the kitchen.
“Hurry up boy! What are you looking for, letter bombs?” Vernon yelled, chuckling to himself.
Harry quickly stuffed the letter down the front of his pants and pulled his oversized hand-me-down shirt over it. He walked back into the kitchen, handing the mail to his uncle, and hoped desperately that his face was normal.
Uncle Vernon flipped through the mail, noting to his wife that his sister would be coming to stay at the beginning of August, as Dudley made his way through a second helping of food. Harry kept his head down, finishing his chores in the kitchen, his heart pounding. He wanted so desperately to open his letter and find out who would write to him, but he tried his best to keep his emotions in check. Harry knew better than to open something so potentially important in front of the Dursleys, who were likely to burn it.
When he finished, Aunt Petunia instructed him sharply to get started on the garden before cleaning up the rest of the house. It being the middle of the summer, Harry knew the only time he would have to himself today would be in the evening when the Dursleys would be watching TV. He made his way outside, slyly slipping the envelope under the door of his cupboard.
As Harry weeded Petunia’s flowerbeds, he wondered who could have written him. He hadn’t recognized the wax seal, and he had no idea who could know where he slept. That was hardly information he or the Dursleys spread around, so Harry wondered if maybe someone was spying on him. But why would a spy then write to him? Hell, why would someone spy on him in the first place?
The most important thing, Harry thought as he took out the lawnmower from the shed, was the way his first name was spelt: Hari. Was that his real name? It had to be, there were no other Potters in Little Whinging, and of course, there was the cupboard. He knew his middle initial was J, but he had no idea what it stood for— especially since that the only reason he knew his middle initial in the first place was because he saw it on the paperwork the Dursleys used for school.
If Hari was his real name, then that meant that whoever wrote the letter might have known his parents too. For a boy who didn’t even know his parents’ names or what they looked like, this was a revolutionary thought. But before he could contemplate the matter more, his aunt yelled for him to come inside and do the laundry. Harry quickly put away the mower and garden tools, and made his way back into the house, the mid morning sun hot on his back. He wiped off the sweat and dirt he had accumulated, and continued on with his chores.
A sandwich consisting of the crust of the bread loaf, paired with cheese and some old deli ham, was his lunch for the day. Harry slogged through the day’s work, expression neutral and mouth shut. When the day was done, the Dursleys fed and settled in the living room, Harry made his way to his cupboard. Stomach aching due to a pitiful dinner consisting of some canned peas, Harry sat down upon the mattress and closed the cupboard door behind him. Reaching for the light string to the side, Harry set his letter down in front of him under the dull light.
Looking at the envelope before him, he noted the beautiful calligraphy in green ink, and worried for a moment what he would find within. Turning it over, Harry gently flipped the seal open and pulled out two sheets of parchment. He opened the first one, and read it with bated breath.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class; Grand Sorcerer; Chief Warlock; Supreme Mugwump, Intl. Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than the 31st of July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry stared at the letter. Was this a joke? Wizards and witches— really? If this was someone’s idea of a practical joke it was surprisingly thought out, if a bit too elaborate. Harry doubted the letter was sent by the Dursleys, with them abhorring anything remotely strange or unusual- not even to spite him. And Dudley was definitely not smart enough to pull off something like this.
But despite the absurdity of it, a part of Harry couldn’t help but believe the words written before him. Didn’t the Dursley’s spend half their time calling him a freak and strange? Harry had always felt other on Privet Drive, and magic would certainly explain all the weird things that happen to him. Thinking deeply, he remembered the weird stuff at the zoo at the beginning of the summer.
Harry recalled that the Dursleys had been forced to take him along for Dudley’s birthday trip to the London Zoo that day. He had had an unusually wonderful time, able to spend most of the day apart from the Dursleys, visiting all of the enclosures. But the strangeness, Harry remembered, had started in the reptile house.
Harry had stopped in front of an enclosure of a python and after a bit, talked to the snake— purely for a lack of company. Not expecting a response, he was shocked when the snake lifted its head and seemed to stare at him in understanding. When he had amusedly asked if the python liked being stared at all day and whether it missed its home, Harry was further shocked when the snake seemed to reply, gesturing its head at a sign that read, “Bred in captivity.”
But before Harry could continue the oddest conversation he had ever had in his life, Dudley had come over and pushed him to the floor. Harry had glared up at him, when to his stunned surprise the glass of the enclosure disappeared. Dudley then fell in the water of the enclosure and the python escaped amidst the chaos of the zoo.
The Dursleys had blamed Harry as usual for the entire affair, despite there being absolutely no evidence that Harry had disappeared the glass. But this was hardly the first time something seemed to happen by magic. Harry remembered the teacher of his grade four class who had disliked him from the very beginning. She had always singled him out in an attempt to embarrass him, and never believed him when Harry pointed out his cousin’s bullying. Harry had gotten so angry one day and the next thing he knew, his teacher's hair turned blue!
No, Harry was too aware of all the strange things that happened around him for him to dismiss this letter outright. There was that day his hair grew back overnight after his aunt had shaved his head bald. The time he seemed to fly up onto the roof of his school when Dudley and his gang were chasing him. A horrid jumper Aunt Petunia once tried to force over his head, but the jumper seemed to shrink so that it could only fit a doll. So many times in his life, something strange happened with no logical explanation. But if this letter was real… Well, magic would certainly explain a lot.
Harry looked over the letter again before turning to the second page.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
Five collared, button-up shirts (white)
Three pairs of trousers/skirts or leggings (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
One pair each of school shoes and winter boots (black)
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
“The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)” by Miranda Goshawk
“A History of Magic” by Bathilda Bagshot
“Magical Theory” by Adalbert Waffling
“A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration” by Emeric Switch
“One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi” by Phyllida Spore
“Magical Drafts and Potions” by Arsenius Jigger
“Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them” by Newt Scamander
“The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection” by Quentin Trimble
”Hogwarts, a History” by Bathilda Bagshot
”A Complete Guide to the Heavens” by Cassiopeia Reginus
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 set of potion knives
1 set brass scales
1 telescope
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK.
Yes, Harry thought, this is far too elaborate to be a joke. But his hesitant acceptance of the truth of this letter aside, he now had a million questions.
If Harry truly was a wizard, then this letter implied that there were other wizards who went to this school. And if that were true, then how had he never heard of any wizards and witches? Who was this Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall? How did they even know he was a wizard? Were they spying on him- was that how they knew about the cupboard? Where did one find a wand or a pewter cauldron or dragonhide gloves? Did dragons exist? What about unicorns? Fairies? Vampires?!
Harry felt like his head was spinning; he had so many questions! But as he carefully folded his letter back into its envelope, he considered how he would find answers to these questions. The letter said the school expected a reply by his birthday, but Harry needed more information in order to make a decision. More importantly, Harry needed to know if going to Hogwarts would mean he no more Dursleys.
As he lay down in his cupboard, taped-up glasses set to the side, Harry marveled at how his life could change so quickly. He hoped that the letter was true, and as he closed his eyes to sleep, thoughts running a mile a minute, he wondered absently what they meant by “await your owl.”
#looneywrites#hp fic#I've already published a few chapters on ao3 so check there for more frequent updates
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