#thea's drabbles
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pairings: churchboy!mark x fem!reader
genre: smut, minors pls dni
word count: 720
warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, teasing, brat taming(kinda?), hair pulling, edging, creampie
The day started off quite normal. Although you and Mark slept through the alarm, both of you still made it in time to church for Sunday Service. Most of the seats were taken by the time you both got there, so you had to sit in the back.
It has only been ten minutes since the pastor started preaching, and you were already distracted. You might look like you're paying attention, but you're actually busy replaying the events from last night in your head. Mark had just returned from his business trip yesterday, so the two of you spent the whole night getting steamy in bed. The sex after his business trips–or whenever both of you have to spend some time apart–is always mind-blowing. Not that it's bad before, but all the waiting and anticipation just make it even better. There's one more thing that also leads to mind-blowing sex: when you're acting like a brat.
You didn't want to do this, but the thrill of doing such sinful actions in a holy place aroused you. You need Mark right now. You started teasing Mark by placing a hand on his thigh, slowly inching closer to his crotch. Mark shrugged it off at first, but then he was kind of pissed when your fingers kept 'accidentally' brushing over his cock.
Everything after that happened so quickly, and now here you are, chest pressed against the wall inside one of the stalls in a women's bathroom, moaning as Mark takes you from behind. You hiss when Mark yanks your hair back, his hot breath hitting your neck.
"I told you to behave, but you decided to be a brat instead." He said in a low voice. "Last night wasn't enough for you?"
"N-no.."
"No? How pathetic, you can't even last ten minutes without my cock inside you. What would God think about that, hm?"
A loud moan escapes your lips as Mark slams his hips harder against yours, pushing his cock deeper. He covers your mouth with his other hand to muffle your moans.
"Quiet, angel. Or is that what you want, hm? You want the people outside to hear how good I'm making you feel?"
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he hits your sweet spot, making you clench around his cock.
"Fuck–do that again." He throws his head back and screws his eyes shut as you clench once again.
"Don't even think about cumming, I know you're close. Hold it or I won't let you cum at all."
Not long after, you feel Mark's cock twitch before spilling thick ropes of cum inside you. He lets out a deep growl as he fills you up with his load, the warmth making you hum in pleasure. Mark holds you close, steadying your body when your knees buckle underneath you.
Your muscles go tense as you're reaching your climax, lips tucked between your teeth to bite back a moan. Mark pulls out abruptly just when you're about to cum. You whine at the sudden emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing.
"No! Mark, please–"
"Brats like you don't get to cum."
Mark gives your ass a spank, earning a yelp from you. He fixes your panties before his cum drips out and pulls your dress down. You press your thighs together, letting out a choked sob knowing it won't be enough to give you the relief you wanted. Mark tucks his cock back inside his pants and gives you a peck on your cheek.
"Fix your hair, I'm going back outside."
After Mark leaves, you take a look at your reflection in the mirror. With the messy hair, smudged mascara, and smeared lipstick? Yeah, people would definitely know you just had your insides rearranged.
Once you feel like you look decent enough, you go back outside and find Mark in your seats. You plop down next to him and he gives you a sweet smile, as if he wasn't just balls deep inside you a few minutes ago. Mark puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to whisper in your ear.
"Wait 'til we get home. I'm not finished with you."
His words go straight to your pussy. Excitement bubbles in your chest, fully aware that your plan had worked.
"You're in for a long night, angel."
a/n: i've had this drabble idea on my notes for so long, and i figured it's time for it to see the light of day. it's supposed to be short, but i kinda got carried away👀 thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!<3
#be-my-sunrise#thea's writings#thea's drabbles#mark smut#mark lee smut#nct smut#nct imagines#nct dream smut#nct dream imagines#mark x reader#mark lee x reader#nct 127 smut#nct 127 imagines
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if my y/n is going to be one thing… it’s going to be a loudass mf w no concept of shame
#every drabble#every smau#every one shot#y/n is very outspoken#she can’t keep her feelings to herself#LIKEEEEEE#i’m her#i’m she#i’m y/n#I PHYSICALLY CANT DO A SHY Y/N#bc i’m js not like that#i’m so sorry#i have a big mouth#⸝⸝ ˚. thea's unsent ‹𝟹
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May I request for thea queen x reader (either a ficlet, blurb or one shot, whatever way you'd prefer to write it) “are you ashamed of me?”
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"No, never. I could never be ashamed of you." Thea rushed to your side to comfort you.
"Then why are you so adamant that we hide our relationship?" You asked her.
"Because I know that not everyone will understand. I don't want to see you get hurt, not when I know how hard you worked to redeem yourself."
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Behold, chapter three of my TS quintuple drabble :D
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Indulge Me
For @mikayuuweek
Day 8: Happy Birthday, Yuu-chan! (Canon compliant, “What If” Scenario, Takes place after Chapter 119)
Hello~ Today is the last day of MikaYuu Week 2022, and what better way to end it than a canon compliant fic? Thank you so much for having me in this event, and for reading all of my stuff until today. It was a blast to let all of these ideas out. ^^
Enjoy reading, and Happy Birthday to our ray of sunshine, Yuu-chan! Until next time~
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"Say, Mika…" Yuuichirou began after they both stared out at the scenery from Tokyo Tower. "Since we aren't from prying eyes anymore, I want to test your powers for a bit. We didn't have much time to explore this with everything going on..."
"... Now that you mention it," Mikaela hummed as he looked down on his hand in wonder. "I did… feel a surge of power after consuming Asuramaru. But I'm not sure if this can be of much use to us."
"Pfft, don't be such a worrywart. Come here," Yuuichirou patted a space beside him for Mikaela to take a seat. He grinned. "We won't know until we try. Let's experiment a little, like… Like when we are kids cooking for the first time."
Mikaela sighed as he came near and settled beside Yuuichirou. "This is different from cooking, Yuu-chan. I could possess you if I'm not careful."
Yuuichirou hummed, unfazed. "I don't mind; I trust you."
Mikaela frowned at this. "You really…"
However, Mikaela's words died in his throat as Yuuichirou gently cupped his face and bumped their foreheads together. His eyes were closed and his smile was loving. It made Mikaela's breath hitch at their sudden closeness while a light blush bloomed on his cheeks. He idly noted how warm Yuuichirou was due to their proximity.
"... Yuu-chan, what are you doing?" Mikaela couldn't help the question from escaping his lips, barely above a whisper.
"Listen, Mika…" Yuuichirou instructed softly. "What are my desires telling you?"
"Eh?" Mikaela grew silent as he listened deeply, taking a hint of what Yuuichirou wanted using his demonic powers before shaking his head in disagreement. "No, Yuu-chan, it's impossible. We can't do that."
"What did I tell you about experimenting?" Yuuichirou pouted in disappointment at Mikaela's disapproval before he flashed him his signature lopsided smile. "Please? Only this once. Indulge me for a bit?"
Mikaela stared at Yuuichirou as he took a moment to believe that the other was serious. When he felt that Yuuichirou wasn't backing out anytime soon, he sighed with a tired nod.
"Alright, fine. But only once, okay?"
Yuuichirou nodded like an eager puppy with his green eyes shining with excitement. Mikaela knew he could never win against Yuuichirou with that look; he was weak to it. To see it upclose just made his blush gain more color, and he had to gaze away in embarrassment.
"Don't expect too much, though. It will take a while since this is the first time I'll be doing this." Mikaela warned.
"If it's you, then I have all the time in the world."
Somehow, those words were both comforting and disturbing at the same time, especially with everything happening as of now. However, after their argument a few minutes ago, Mikaela didn't have it in him to deny Yuuichirou what he wanted any longer.
He trusted him, so it's only right for Mikaela to trust him in return no matter how unpredictable his plans were.
"Is that so? Then…"
Mikaela reached out and made a familiar gesture with his hand, making sure that Yuuichirou was backed in a secure place within the tower before grinning mischievously.
"Rest for a while, Yuu-chan. I'll see you in your dreams."
Then, Mikaela flicked on Yuuichirou's forehead, which made the other yelp in surprise as Mikaela's form became a sword once again in Yuuichirou's hand. Yuuichirou pouted half-heartedly at his weapon, staring at its closed eye accusingly as he rubbed on his now sore forehead.
"Geez, Mika, what are you, ten?" Yuuichirou asked fruitlessly at the silent katana before he settled on a stable place to meditate as per Mikaela's instructions. "If you want payback, then do that after I bring you back to life. I don't want to live with a sword all the time."
Yuuichirou puffed his cheeks for a bit, yet he still clutched the sword close to his chest. He hugged it as he willed himself to sleep, which was easy with how crazy everything had been and his body was eventually catching on fatigue and the drugs on his system.
It didn't take long for sleep to come to him quietly as he leaned against the quiet wall of Tokyo Tower.
When Yuuichirou opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by the familiar foggy atmosphere of the subspace within his mind.
There, Mikaela was waiting for him, but he wasn't alone and Yuuichirou quickly noticed the other visitor with round eyes of surprise and nostalgia.
"I tried to create it with the help of your memories, but I'm not sure of the credibility of it gaining consciousness…" Mikaela explained dubiously as Yuuichirou neared them, eyeing the clone that he made who had a blank stare on its face. "What do you think, Yuu-chan?"
"Are you kidding me? This is amazing, Mika." Yuuichirou complimented as he took a hold of the clone's gloved hand to rub it. "The details are exactly how I remembered it. You really outdid yourself. See? Even the temperature is just right."
Mikaela's cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink when Yuuichirou complimented his work. He had never received such praises before, and to hear it from his beloved person made his chest warm. As Mikaela was about to say something about the clone, the lifeless gloved hand suddenly took Yuuichirou's own hand and squeezed hard. Yuuichirou had to stop himself from wincing from the pain and shock at the sudden act, especially when he looked up to see concerned red eyes looking at him.
"... Yuu-chan?"
"M-Mika?"
"I…" The clone looked around their surroundings in confusion. "Where are we? Where is that Guren bastard? Did we manage to escape?" Then he pointed at Mikaela who was staring at them owlishly. "And who is he and why does he look like me?!”
"Uh, about that…"
Yuuichirou was beginning to sweat bullets, and he could clearly feel his own Mikaela slowly becoming angry at the clone. His blue eyes were staring daggers on where the clone was holding him, and his tail was swaying aggressively behind his back.
"Mika…" Yuuichirou scolded a bit at his demon to calm him down, before turning his attention to the clone who bore Mikaela's face. "Mika, listen to me… You…"
Yuuichirou bit on his bottom lip as the Mikaela from his memories before becoming his demon came to mind, and he had to repress the urge to cry at remembering how Mikaela died that day. But, this clone had to know. This Mikaela didn't need to; Yuuichirou could pretend, but he didn't want that.
Mikaela, regardless if he was the original or a clone, deserved to know the truth. Yuuichirou couldn't bear to lie to him after everything they have been through.
"You… died," Yuuichirou concluded with an uneasy intake of breath. It hurt, but he needed to go on. "Guren killed you, sliced you open in half while you were trying to save me. T-Then after that, you became a demon as per the cycle of a vampire's death. That's why…"
The clone Mikaela was silent as he processed Yuuichirou's words, looking at him with wide eyes from the shock.
"I… I died, and became a demon?"
Yuuichirou nodded.
"So that means…" The clone looked up at Mikaela who could only gaze at him in resignation.
"Yes," Yuuichirou pointed at the original Mikaela. "You turned into him after you died. The you now is just a clone for an experiment that I want to try, and you are now acting based on my memories. For that, I'm sorry."
The two Mikaela's have calmed down after Yuuichirou explained everything briefly. The clone let out a shaky breath as he thought up all of the insane scenarios Yuuichirou told him.
"I see…" He breathed as a soft chuckle escaped lips; a gentle smile adorning his face. "Oh, Yuu-chan, you don't have to apologize. I'll always forgive you no matter what. Thank you for telling me."
Yuuichirou blinked when this Mikaela cupped his cheek and stared at him with a look of acceptance. The way his red eyes glimmered with a familiar sadness, yet still had the strength to move on made Yuuichirou's own eyes shine with unshed tears.
Truly, there was nobody who could really match up to Mikaela, and Yuuichirou was happy with that because Mikaela was irreplaceable; his beautiful, strong and selfless Mikaela -- his precious person who held his heart in his hands, even if his own Mikaela denied it in order to sway him away from his goals. Yuuichirou would always return to love him no matter what, even if Mikaela thought otherwise.
"... You know, you were quite the handful after you died," Yuuichirou hiccuped that bordered between a laugh and a sniffle, trying to break the tension. His statement caused the two Mikaela's to look at him. "You ran away and played hide-and-seek with me after you declared your love for me. I didn't take you to be shy with how aggressive you are with me."
Mikaela choked in his spit while his clone flushed red instantly when the topic of the love confession came up.
"That's not---I really thought I wouldn't see you again, s-so…" His demon stuttered softly, but his clone was staring into space at what Yuuichirou revealed, doing nothing to help his original from this predicament.
"... I confessed?"
"You did."
The face of Mikaela's clone burst to an even redder shade, and he shyly looked up at Yuuichirou while he fiddled with his hand.
"A-And your reply…?"
Yuuichirou beamed. "Of course, Mika, I also lo---"
A hand was slapped on his mouth to shut Yuuichirou's words as the original Mikaela glared at his clone; his tail swished irritably once again.
"Hold on, that confession is for me." He declared before he wrapped his arms around Yuuichirou's middle. "You may have been created using Yuu-chan's desires and memories, but I'm still the superior one here between the two of us."
"Eh?" The clone blinked before he frowned. "B-But I asked first. That's not fair. Did you ask for his reply when you gained consciousness?"
Mikaela flinched, surprised. "No, I did not…"
"Then, that confession is for me, right, Yuu-chan?" The clone asked, vying for Yuuichirou's attention as he tightened his hold on him for a bit worriedly. "I declare it as my right because I asked first."
"Know your limits."
Yuuichirou blinked before he laughed at what was happening between the two Mikaela's. It honestly wouldn't matter because Yuuichirou would still love all of Mikaela, but to see how much Mikaela would fight for his love warmed his heart.
But to see these two going at it so seriously… Yuuichirou wondered how he could settle their fight without them trying to kill each other.
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I might be slow, but i very rarely break promises. So here’s the Cat drunk texting drabble I said I would write. Enjoy!
just so you know im wearing the red dress
He had should have known better than leaving his phone on the table with the screen facing upwards. He knew just what happened every time she went out. And he usually didn’t mind at all, he couldn’t complain about his wife’s affections. On the contrary he really enjoyed them even if it confused him at times. However, he would have liked it to remain between the two of them. It was fine in the beginning, one glass in, when she kept herself to sweet compliments. But the later it got the more bold she became.
at least i wore it before
Ned had noticed the way Robert looked at him before he saw what she had sent. He didn’t really have time to focus on her at the moment, his mind had been elsewhere.
now im all naked
So he had just ignored his phone. Until he saw Robert give him a very telling look after having glanced at his phone.
Immediately he grabbed it and slipped it into his pocket. Silently he thanked the gods for that a picture didn’t pop up on the screen the same way a text did when it was sent. It was bad enough that the text itself was visible.
“Who’s that?” Robert whispered.
“I’m not talking about this” Ned responded without having even heard what he said.
It was terribly distracting. Just to know what she was writing, just to know that that picture she had sent was waiting for him. He didn’t like being away from home, business trips when Catelyn couldn’t come with him was never a joy. And it was even harder when she kept texting him stuff like that.
“Come on, I won’t tell Catelyn” Robert continued.
“What?”
“I won’t tell her about whoever it is sending you those texts.”
Ned could only sigh.
“Not now, Robert.”
It was enough with Catelyn distracting him, he didn’t need Robert to do so as well. It was of outmost importance that he actually listened to the conversation around the table. That dinner was the reason for why he had been forced to leave his family behind and go to King’s Landing.
It had already been going on for hours. Ned felt more than done with it, but apparently the others saw the need to keep discussing things they had already gone over half a hundred times. And despite his irritation he would listen because he wouldn’t miss out on good business simply because he was bored.
It was after midnight when they finally decided it was time to call it a night. They had not come to an agreement, but some around the table clearly struggled to stay awake. So they would have to come back to that in the morning. While he was not tired in the least Ned could not complain about being released from his prison.
“Now you must tell me” Robert insisted when the two of them stood in the lift up to the floor their rooms were on.
“Tell you what?” Ned muttered.
He had taken up his phone and was slowly reading through all the things Catelyn had sent him during the evening. And that picture. Gods be good, that picture. She wasn’t making it any easier for him to be away.
i wish you were here to take care of me
Without quite thinking of it he wet his lips with his tongue, suddenly his mouth was very dry. Sometimes when he looked at her he wondered what wonderful thing he had done to be deserving of being her husband.
“Who it was sending you all that dirty stuff.”
A sigh escaped him as he looked up at Robert.
“My wife, who else would it be?”
Robert laughed at that.
“It’s your wife? And here I thought you had some mistress, why do you not have her name in her contact?”
“She’s called Cat and it’s a cat emoji, what is there not to understand?”
Wasn’t that obvious? It had started as a joke between him and Catelyn, but anyone who knew her name would be able to figure out that it was her. And the absolute majority, if not the entirety, of all people in his surroundings knew his wife’s name.
“I’m telling you this as a friend, Ned, one day someone will think you’re calling her a pussy.”
“I’m telling you this as a friend, Robert, I’m incredibly tired of you.”
The doors to the lift opened and Ned immediately stepped out, taking long strides to reach his room as fast as possible.
“I should have known it was Catelyn” Robert continued, as if he hadn’t heard what Ned had said. “You know what they say, rust on the roof means a wet basement.”
“Would you please stop talking?”
He unlocked the door to his room and quickly went inside, letting the door close behind him. And oh the blessed silence. Having to spend all his awake with Robert was draining, that man definitely was better in smaller doses.
Ned had just stepped into the bathroom to make himself ready for bed when his phone started buzzing, and he couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him. Would Robert never just give up?
But to his delight it wasn’t Robert.
“Hi, darling” he said after having accepted the call.
“It’s so nice hearing your voice” Catelyn said and he could hear that she was smiling.
He could also hear that she had indeed been drinking. Her voice became a little hoarser. If it was the alcohol or that she just tended to talk a lot he didn’t know, but he liked the sound of it.
“What have you been doing this fine evening?” she then continued.
“You know what I have been doing” he responded. “And you didn’t make it easy for me.”
“I also know how boring those meetings can be, I just wanted you to have something nice to think about.”
“It was nice to think about. Distracting, but very nice.”
Catelyn chuckled.
“The best part is that it was all true” she whispered. “I did wear the red dress. Now I’m not wearing anything at all. And I really wish you were here with me right now instead of in King’s Landing.”
Ned could hear himself clicking with his tongue.
“You know we could turn our cameras on” he suggested.
“Clever boy.”
#catelyn stark#catelyn tully#ned stark#ned x cat#my drabble#this is for everyone that’s thinking damn thea why did you start a new project when all we wanted was drunk texting cat??#it was midsummer yesterday and i got drunk and texted my girlfriend#so i thought this would be appropriate
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and i wonder why writing drabbles never works out well for me
#its because i can't shut up#my silkcat drabble is already 400 words (the goal) and i'm barely halfway through it... woo...#thea talks
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the harlow tags
#➳ • • everybody wonders what it would be like to love you ⸢ fc ; main / thea harlow ⸥#➳ • • drawing hearts in the byline ; always taking up too much space or time ⸢ fc ; older / thea harlow ⸥#➳ • • you're the sunflower ; i think your love would be too much ⸢ aesthetic / thea harlow ⸥#➳ • • never be so polite you forget your power ; never wield such power you forget to be polite ⸢ study / thea harlow ⸥#➳ • • sunflowers end up facing the sun ; but they go through a lot of dirt to thea harlow ⸥#➳ • • on the last day of love my heart cracked inside my body ⸢ drabble / thea harlow ⸥#➳ • • my love should be celebrated ⸢ music / thea harlow ⸥#➳ • • this morning i told the flowers what i'd do for you ; and they blossomed ⸢ desires / thea harlow ⸥#➳ • • you know that my train could take you home ; anywhere else is hollow ⸢ starter call / thea harlow ⸥#➳ • • we are at the crossroads my little outlaw ; and this is the map of my heart ; the landscape after cruelty ⸢ wishlist / thea harlow#➳ • • yes i got your letter ; yes i’m doing better ⸢ answered / thea harlow ⸥
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walker & thea : safe and sound
walker watched thea as she harassed danny, who quite frankly deserved it. he had been trying to dye walker’s hair for weeks now, and walker wasn’t falling for it. he had burned every image of him with the platinum shaggy cut from the year before for a reason. thea smacked danny, he was pretty sure that danny had slipped a little bleach into thea’s shampoo, thinking it was walkers, how he had mixed them up was beyond walker, since he had been using the same shampoo since he was in middle school. walker watched as hanna approached the two, calla on her heels as she commanded the attention of everyone around her. this was perfection, wasn’t it? he felt like he could do anything, with these friends, with this family, with thea at his side there wasn’t a single thing he couldn’t weather. was this was it was like to finally feel peace? to know that no matter what, they were safe and sound from the trauma and chaos of the world? was this what he had been missing when he was little, that thing he was always trying to build for hanna, finally returned to him by thea? has she built a home in his heart that gave him the safety and security he had been missing for the last twenty something years? he was in it now, there wasn’t anything that could make him stop loving her now. he only hoped that there was something did for her that offered the same. (@blumhouses)
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pairings: bf!haechan x fem!reader
genre: smut, minors pls dni
word count: 637
warnings: oral (m receiving), deep throating, reader gives him head in a car full of people, cum swallowing
"Babe, can't you just wait until we get to the villa?"
Haechan spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to alert the others. You press your palm against his crotch and massage the growing bulge in response. A shiver runs through his spine when you lick the spot below his ear before whispering softly.
"But I want you right now, Hyuckie. Please?"
You give him your best pout and pleading eyes. Haechan glances around the car while you continue to pepper kisses on his neck. Mark has his full attention on the road, Jaemin–who sits on the passenger's seat–is busy picking which song to blast through the speaker next, Winter has her earphones in and is too engrossed in the movie playing on her phone to notice anything, and Giselle is asleep next to her. The two of you are sitting at the very back, so technically, it should be fine.. right?
"Fine. But if they hear–"
"They won't, baby."
Wasting no time, you quickly pull the zipper down and take his cock out before he changes his mind. You lean down to lick stripes up and trail the tip of your tongue along the veins of his cock. Haechan shifts on his seat, slightly sitting sideways because he wants to look at your face when he stuffs it full with his cock.
You swirl your tongue on the tip of his cock, tasting the precum before closing your lips around it. You hollow your cheeks to suck the tip while pumping his length as well. He almost let a moan slip when you start bobbing your head, but he managed to hold it back.
He brushes your hair, collecting each strand in his fist, making it into a makeshift ponytail. He grabs his phone and opens the camera app to take pictures of you. Once he's satisfied with the pictures, he puts his phone away. He pushes your head up and down while you massage his balls. He bites hard on his lower lip, trying to suppress his moans. You can hear him panting quietly, but it was still loud enough for you to hear.
Haechan's breath hitches in his throat as you hollow your cheeks once more. He thrusts his hips, basically fucking your mouth at this point. His abdomen tenses as he's nearing his release, so he pushes your head down all the way, holding it in place. Your eyes start watering as you struggle to fit his entire length in your mouth. He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of your mouth.
You look up at your boyfriend through your lashes and the sight of him makes you moan, sending vibrations through his cock. Chest heaving, his head leaned back, eyebrows knitted together, lip slightly parted, and bonus points because his bottom lip is a bit swollen from him biting down on it. His hips jerks up from the sensation, pushing his cock even deeper, your nose pressing against his lower abdomen.
You almost choke when he shoots his load down your throat, but you manage to catch every last drop. You even show him that you swallowed everything. Haechan smiles as he drags his thumb to wipe off the saliva pooling on the corners of your lips.
"Good girl."
You straighten your back and fix your hair while he tucks himself back in his pants. He turns to you, cradling your face softly and pulls you closer for a kiss. You break the kiss and lean your head on his shoulder. Haechan looks around the car, eyeing his friends once more and lets out a small sigh of relief, knowing that his friends are oblivious.
But little did he know, someone did catch your naughty act, silently wishing to join the two of you. After all, Haechan wasn't exactly discreet about it.
#be-my-sunrise#thea's writings#thea's drabbles#haechan smut#lee haechan smut#donghyuck smut#lee donghyuck smut#nct smut#nct imagines#nct dream smut#nct dream imagines#haechan x reader#lee haechan x reader#donghyuck x reader#lee donghyuck x reader#nct 127 smut#nct 127 imagines
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"childe thinks that he is unlovable.
unlovable because even if he becomes the next shakespeare and writes a thousand sonnets dedicated to you, you would have never loved him enough to read them to him."
#THIS WAS PROBABLY THE BEST LINE IVE WRITTEN???#and yes im alive#i might post a diluc drabble#MIGHT#after exams hehe#⸝⸝ ˚. thea's unsent ‹𝟹
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IMPATIENT
✦ genre: friends with benefits, a dash of humor (?), reader is a bit of a brat and this has sub and dom undertones - smut
✦ word count: 3.040
✦ Thea note: okay first this was supposed to be a drabble for my girl @toruro so mika - i hope you enjoy it. second, I won't say anything bad about my own work but lately, i have been so busy and tired that writing is just harder than usual even when I have fun with it, i really like reader on this one so maybe we will see a pt 2 when my brain is not working at 25% of its capability - but I do hope y'all enjoy this even tho my brain is like fighting for dear life!!!
Your mind was completely empty.
Hoshi had been speaking for a solid thirty minutes and if somebody asked what was the problem you couldn’t say something because everything that left Hoshi’s mouth did reach your ear, but your brain didn’t process it, because you were too busy using all your cognitive function. The only thing you could focus on was how Minghao was laughing at something Jeonghan said - even tho you actually didn’t hear his giggle it was something that you knew so well that your brain made you believe that he was laughing right there - at your side, but more than that, it was on how a brunette girl who was actually on his side - eating everything up, laughing at everything, looking at Minghao in awe, that, that scene was what making your brain way too busy.
"And then she was like super angry that I didn't text her I mean she said we should stop talking first-" Hoshi said and stared at you waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, that's sucks, I'm sorry," you say taking another sip of your beer, "you know what? Maybe you should talk to Jeonghan. He could totally talk to her about how you misunderstood everything," you say already trying to drag Soonyoung to the other side of the room.
"Yo!” Hoshi’s eyes lit up, “That's- That's really nice advice,"
"Right, let's talk to him," You say interlocking your arms with Hoshi and finally dragging him across the room, not even feeling that sorry, but again, you were too curious, too focused, to actually care about Hoshi’s love problem. Hell, you had one of your own right in your point of view
"Jeonghan my guy!" Hoshi calls making everyone in that little circle pay attention to you two.
"What is going on?" Minghao asks when you stop at his side, that side-eye he gives you when he knows - somehow - that you have been up to no good.
"You ask me?" You try your best to bat your eyelashes at him, even tho you know he won’t eat it up.
"You were the one planning everything," Minghao says.
“Planning?” The brunette girl asks, and she is cute, she seems nice, she is the epitome of the girl next door.
“Oh yeah, planning how Hoshi is gettin’ his girl back you see-” You start, trying your best to be your own version of the girl next door.
“Hey I need something to drink, be right back,” Minghao says and starts to drag you to the kitchen - oh, that was how Hoshi felt? Weird, Karma was acting super fast lately.
“Wait I wasn't planning-” You try to argue, huffing, and almost stomping your feet, "I was listening to a good friend talk about his heartbreak, and you? What were you doing with miss brunette and Jeonghan?"
"Are you?" He says and you can see how the corners of his mouth start to lift up, the foreshow of a smile and you just can’t take it.
"Nope," you say, trying your best, but you know he already won.
"You are!" He giggles - that silly giggle he always does, the giggle that you love to hear, the giggle that makes your heart full almost to the point it bursts. And you give up, because you know he knows, "Maybe? A little?"
"Sure, a little," Minghao says, crossing his arms and leaning on the kitchen counter, and god he looks so good, he is tired and you know that because he has his glasses on instead of his contacts, his hair is already huffed up and longer - you like that, and you like to think he didn’t show up on his monthly haircut because you said that to him the last time,
"Can we-" you start and before you finish you can see his smile.
"Sure, you go first or I go first?" He asks. You two made a routine of it, made an almost everyday practice, a little secret that you two shared, tucked in away os the curious eyes of everyone else. In a way, it was something sacred, cherished, something only you two could tap into.
"To your room?" You ask even though you know it is the only place possible right now, Minghao just nods, "Okay I go first, but you should go talk to Hoshi, he is in actual distress I wasn’t planning that up"
"Sure," Minghao says, standing in front of you - he looks at the door before he holds your face and just plants his lips on yours. And before you can say anything he vanishes.
Leaving you there, standing still in the middle of the kitchen.
It was weird the whole sneaking out to not get caught part of the deal. You and Minghao have been friends for so long that your friends were his friends, and his friends were your friends and the whole thing was just messy. And maybe you didn't want to share that with everyone - every new detail of Hao was yours. But you also didn’t want to share the tiptoeing in the shallow water phase.
In a way you wanted to learn what that was, is, and will become on your own.
So you try your best to not draw any attention to yourself, the first step of the process pick yourself a cold beer - that's why you were in the kitchen. Step two, go to Minghao's room, not that much trouble. Step three is not to fall asleep in his bed, he does spend way too much money on bedsheets, it feels like you are lying in a cloud. Soft, fluffy, and slightly cold against your skin.
And you are almost drifting until you hear the door open, and it is not Hao.
"Hey," Chan says, already rummaging around, opening Minghao's drawers, "Did you see a charger around? Someone took mine, for real people need to understand boundaries in this household."
"Don't you tell me," you say smiling at Chan, the irony of it.
"Yeah I know," he huffs making you laugh, "but someone stole mine first," then he turns out you, his expression is almost a question mark, "Wait, are you okay? Why are you here?"
"Just a headache," you say trying your best to give an academy winner performance, lifting up your hand, touching your forehead and all.
"Oh yeah, do you need anything? I know this house is a mess but we do have painkillers," Chan says sincerely.
"No, no, already took one, I'm good, thanks Channie," you say almost feeling bad to lie, almost being the keyword.
"Chan, what are you doing?" Minghao says resting his shoulder on the door.
"Oh man," Chan says defeated, "I am doing nothing, and if your charger disappeared it wasn't me ok? Mine was stolen too,"
"I-" Minghao shakes his head, huffing up a bit while closing the door.
"Lock it," you remark "or we will get Mingyu searching for a hair tie while your dick is in my mouth," You say taking off your own shirt, and already working on the button of your pants when Minghao's cold hands reach yours.
"Why are you always in a hurry," he says, his hands traveling to your shoulders, pressing you down until your back finds the mattress.
"You do live with four other guys, so-" you say like it was common sense, because you know Minghao's roommates, they are your friends as well, and you know they are fucking nosy.
"No, you always like that," Minghao says, lowering his body against yours, "even when nobody is around," he says against your neck.
"I'm not," you say, hands on the back of his neck, playing with his hair while his lips find the skin of your neck.
"You are," he says kissing your jaw, "you need to learn how to be patient."
"Yeah, whatever," you say almost rolling your eyes, tugging at Minghao's hair, "not today though."
"Why not?" Minghao says, voice low like he is telling you a secret, while his digits trace the strap of your bra.
"Because," you whine but Minghao is still working in slow motion, his lips tracing your collarbones, "today you gonna fuck me stupid, I can learn something tomorrow"
"I can fuck you stupid even if we do it slowly," Minghao giggles again, god and you almost hate him, his fingers finally tugging the strap enough, he gives your shoulder a kiss before tugging the cup of your bra.
"And if I say please?" You say making Minghao stop on his track and you almost laugh before he looks at you.
"If you say what?"
"If I say pretty please can you fuck me stupid and like right now? You can totally teach me a lesson tomorrow or-" you say hands against Minghao's face and tugging him just enough until he understands what you want - him - pressed against you, his lips against yours, him against your hands, your mind is only filled with thoughts of him, him, him.
“Come on-” Minghao says, holding your head - making you whine a little when you try to follow him, trying to keep your lips connected, “say it”
“Oh no,” It’s your time to giggle, your smile plastered across your face, and it is so easy to be happy when Minghao's cold hands are against your waist when he is kneeling between your thighs, “You like it too much”
“And? What’s wrong with that?” he says dragging his hands over your body until reaches the waistband of your jeans, “If you ask prettily," Minghao pauses tugging at the belt loops, "you know I will give you everything you ask for”
"Promise?" You say, your own voice sounds different against your ears somehow, your hands holding Minghao's forearm. You can feel your cheeks burn, but just like Minghao, you are willing to give him everything he asks for. And he just nods, hands pressed against your thighs now. "Can you please just fuck me? I promise tomorrow you can tease me and take your precious time."
"Yeah, sure sweetheart," Minghao says smirking at you, it is so condescending that you want to stand up and pick a fight with him, but in the end he means it - he is already working on your jeans, hands dragging against your hips before he gets off the bed just to pull at the bottom hem. "but, just so you know, make sure you have a free afternoon tomorrow."
"Sure, sure, gonna timeblock you right after my dentist appointme-" you start but end up being cut off by your own welp of surprise because Minghao's hand finds your thigh and drags you across the bed.
"You are so smart-mouthed sometimes," he says again finding his place in the space between your thighs, and you just pout - not because of the quip, but because he is still fully dressed, "What?"
"You're still dressed," you say tugging at the hem of his shirt, and Minghao laughs again like you are saying the silliest thing in the world, but that doesn't take your mind away when he lowers his body to kiss you again.
You try your best to keep your mind focused, still tugging Minghao's shirt, hands lifting the material off his back until it's pooling at his shoulders. When Minghao gets on his knee to finally take the damn thing off you follow him, lips against his chest, hands already on his jeans.
"Come on," you complain, tugging at his jeans.
"Ok, ok," Minghao huffs out before leaving the bed again, looking at you with a smirk on his face, "I'm taking it off don't need to pout," he says finally taking off those damn jeans but leaving on his underwear, "come on, your turn"
"Hun?" You say totally distracted, making Minghao giggle again, "Oh okay," you finally get what he means, taking off your own bra.
"Fuck," Minghao says, before he is kissing you again, "you are so pretty, you should let me-"
"Baby you promised," you whine, because you know Minghao like the back of your hand.
"You are the first one that hates the idea of me taking my time," Minghao says when his hands find your hips, tugging at your panties, making you lift your hips a little to help him, "I could totally eat you out right now,"
"I know," you whine, and it is true, he could eat you out, and you know he loves doing it. But Minghao is right, you do not have the patience, "tomorrow I let you go down on me for like forty-five minutes"
"You say like that is a hassle for you," Minghao says, hands against your knee, eyes on your pussy, "or for me by the way"
"Oh for fuck sake," you try to close your legs even though Minghao’s hand is still on your knees, blocking your action.
"Ok ok sh-" Minghao says, finally lowering his underwear, and for the first time you think about it. Think about learning how to be patient, to be calm, and composed, just so you can change your plans just to put Minghao’s dick in your mouth. Okay, maybe not calm and collected but less stubborn, but before you can say it all Minghao is just taking too long searching for the condom making you impatient again, but before you can complain he guides his dick to your pussy.
“This is insane,” you complain, Minghao hovering over you, his longer bangs over your face, making you ticklish.
“What?” Minghao says against the skin of your neck, his voice sound muffled. His hand is still on your waist, his dick hot against your thigh.
“You really want to make me beg?” You say tugging Minghao’s hair, “Is this a kink? Do we need to talk about this?”
“I mean, I’m not really against a pretty girl begging for my dick,” Minghao says, making you shudder.
“Not gonna give you that,” you say - and it is not because you are stubborn, you are, and you know that, but with Minghao is just fun, the push and pull of it, the banter, this thing going on between the two off you.
“You are so fucking stubborn,”
“Come on, I already said please,” You say pretending you are against the idea of begging Minghao - like you never did before.
“Sure baby,” Minghao says giving you a kiss on your cheeks, and is just so sweet like he is not about to fuck you like he is not holding his dick against your pussy - rubbing himself against you, "Just because you said please", he says in that condescending tone, but before you can argue or raise your voice, Minghao is finally fucking you and the feel of his dick stretching you out is enough to make you speechless.
And it was always like that, it always ended up with Minghao filling you up.
And you can't complain when he is fucking you the way he likes it - a lewd pace that makes your mind spin, it makes you claw Minghao's back, while his grip against your tightens. Maybe - you think to yourself - just maybe you try to hurry Minghao up to see if he caves up, to see if he has another side inside him, to see if he fucks you hard and fast makes you like him less, makes you less addicted to the feel of his skin against yours, the feel of his mouth against your neck.
But he never complies.
He keeps fucking you at his own pace, at his own volition.
“Hao please,” you beg - because you are ready to give Minghao everything he wants if he gives you something in return.
“Ah, so now we are not above begging?” Minghao chuckles, his voice so close to your ear that his lips graze your skin.
“Please,” you try again “I will beg, I will do whatever you want I promise.”
“Come on,” Minghao says, one of his hand trailing against your skin, until it reach your neck, “we both know you won’t, behaving is against your own existence”
“You say that like you hate it”
“I actually love it, that’s the problem,” Minghao says, planting a kiss on your cheeks before he finally picks up his pace.
You understand Minghao really, sometimes you are too hastened. Is not like you are particularly against him taking his time, warming you up, eating you out, and fucking you at his own pace - you enjoy all that. But you also enjoy what he is doing now, fucking you fast and hard enough that you need to hold on for dear life.
You like this Minghao too - this version of him that nothing is holding him back.
And the only thing in your mind is Minghao.
The only thing you can think about is him. How he feels against you, how Minghao licks your skin, how his hand clutches your hips, and how he is panting against your neck. When everything starts to get muffled you know that you are almost there - and the only thing you can do to muffle your own noises is to bite down Minghao's shoulder.
And everything stands still for a minute.
“We need to stop sneaking out,” MInghao says panting above you, you look at him and how disheveled he looks, how his sweaty hair clings to his forehead. He always says that to you, how he always brings that up after sex, If he weren’t a non-believer you would say it was the Christian guilt kicking in after sex, but you know Minghao, and you know why he asks.
“Yeah, I think Chan is finally catching up that something is going on,” You say, your own smile plastered on your face when you hear his silly giggle.
You look at Minghao again, he is sitting on the bed, back against you. probably dealing with his condom, and you try to bite your own tongue, you try to hold yourself back but the urge to say something is stronger than you, and to be honest when it is about pushing Minghao’s buttons you are not the strongest soldier “but first we are going to talk about your kink list sir," and Minghao silly giggle just turns into a disapproving growl.
#xu minghao fic#xu minghao fanfic#xu minghao smut#xu minghao x reader#seventeen fic#seventeen fanfic#seventeen smut#t: xu minghao#t: writting#svt fic#svt fanfic
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My First Drabble :D
Read the tags fellas, this ain't for the faint of heart
TW: Angst, Depression, Read the Tags
#geronimo stilton#thea stilton#thea sisters#no I will not elaborate :3 /j#of course my first drabble is angst haha
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To Be Someone’s Muse
For @mikayuuweek
Day 7: Lost/Found (ft. Artist!Yuu/Novelist!Mika)
This is another AU that I had in mind, but I was unable to continue due to time constraint so I made a drabble out of it. Enjoy reading~
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When Yoichi and Shihou announced their wedding, they blissfully tore up the hearts of two men; their ex-boyfriends, Mikaela and Yuuichirou, respectfully. The news was unexpected, but they were happy for them nonetheless, despite the pain of having their inspirations taken away etched onto their beings.
They thought that they could handle it, but as they saw Yoichi and Shihou exchange their vows on their special day, it broke an emotional dam that both Mikaela and Yuuichirou could barely contain during the wedding reception.
Yuuichirou was the first to fall, having been drinking more alcohol than what he would normally take, which resulted in him being drunk quite early into the night. Mikaela, on the other hand, was slowly becoming dazed as the alcohol buzzed into his system like a calm river, yet he was still aware enough to pull Yuuichirou away before the other could start anything as the wedded couple cut up their cake.
“You don’t understand…” Yuuichirou sniffled against Mikaela’s clothes, his shaky hands fisting the fabric hard enough to leave crumples. “He… He was my everything. I know that we didn’t work out, but I hoped… God damn it, I hoped…!”
Mikaela bit on his bottom lip as he more than understood what Yuuichirou meant, but the event for the day didn’t call for this, even if Mikaela pretty much wanted to cry himself.
“Amane-san, I know how you feel, but this---”
“---What the hell do you know?!” Yuuichirou screamed as he finally looked up at Mikaela with tears falling down his face. “You don’t know what it’s like to lose your fucking muse! The source of your art, the person who you hold so dear to your heart…! Don’t you get it?! I lost it… I lost him! My… My muse…”
Mikaela stared for a moment before his own eyes glimmered with unshed tears. He gritted his teeth as he took a sharp intake of breath. “I know… I know it too, damn it. So why are you so fucking selfish, allowing yourself to cry so freely like this? How dare you…”
Before Yuuichirou could utter a protest, Mikaela grabbed onto his chin and kissed the other man harshly. Their teeth hit each other painfully as Yuuichirou made a surprised noise in between the kiss, prompting him to pull away with a gasp.
“You…” Yuuichirou growled before it trailed off with his mouth hanging open a bit once he witnessed Mikaela crying. His blue eyes shone a deep blue that matched the image of the ocean; it was serene yet it held so many emotions.
It was extremely beautiful, and Yuuichirou found himself drawn to it in the midst of his drunken haze.
"You… You too?" He found himself asking hesitantly as he listened to Mikaela sniffing quietly.
"... Yes," Mikaela confirmed with a nod while he wiped his tears away, smiling sheepishly at being seen in such a state by an acquaintance. "You're not alone, Amane-san."
Yuuichirou's breath hitched, and before he could even stop himself, he took a hold of Mikaela's necktie to pull the other into another kiss. Unlike the first time, this one was gentle yet it held so much fervor, so much need that it left them both breathless by the time they parted.
They were both flushed as they silently stared at each other for a moment, before Mikaela buried his face on the crook of Yuuichirou's neck, inhaling his scent and the cologne adorning his clothes. The smell of the other, coupled with Mikaela's intoxicated condition, only seemed to heighten the stirrings of something warm to hum pleasantly in his veins. He could tell that Yuuichirou was also experiencing the same thing with how labored his breaths were through his ears.
"Amane-san…" Mikaela murmured in a husky tone, and Yuuichirou had to fight off the delicious shiver that ran down his spine with how close they were. "Just for tonight, let's forget about everything… Forget that this wedding even existed… Forget about them…"
Mikaela then turned his head to plant a kiss on Yuuichirou's neck before whispering, "Hold me…"
Yuuichirou released a breath he didn't know he was holding as he hugged Mikaela close. His other hand held onto the door knob of his hotel room, itching to push it open.
"You're not going to regret this?" He asked, and he felt Mikaela shake his head.
"No," Mikaela then pulled his head away so that he could cup Yuuichirou's face tenderly. "We both lost something, so what is there to regret from this? We can only pick ourselves up and start anew. However, we shouldn't keep this pain all to ourselves because it won't do us any good. That's why…"
Warm fingers trailed down Yuuichirou's neck, then to his chest, and then finally to his belt where Mikaela began to pull on insistently. It made Yuuichirou buck his hips with a gasp at the warm contact.
"Allow me this… Allow me to share your pain as well, Amane-san. Please..."
There were so many things that Yuuichirou wanted to say, but his words were eventually forgotten as he was kissed again by Mikaela soundlessly. Desperately. His hand pulled on Mikaela's necktie once more to loosen it as his belt was undone by rather skilled hands. Their lips never broke apart even when Yuuichirou managed to open his room with a bit of trouble, and both men scrambled inside, uncaring of the way they undressed each other messily with some clothes being torn up in a moment of impatience.
Words were replaced with pleasured cries and grunts after that, opting to let their heated bodies do most of the talking as they moved roughly against each other on the bed in a passionate dance that spoke of their repressed feelings. It was overwhelming as everything came crashing down in this single moment; all the agony, the pain, and the sorrow.
They both let it out that night, never once stopping until it was dawn and they were both thoroughly exhausted by then.
Surprisingly, Yuuichirou found himself satisfied despite the ache starting to bloom from all the bites and scratches littering his body. It honestly left him speechless. Astounded, even. The whole act of seeking comfort in this manner should have disgusted him, but it didn't.
"Amazing…" He murmured to himself with round eyes before he winced a bit when his head started to throb from an expected hangover.
Yuuichirou sucked a breath to calm himself, and he turned to see Mikaela sleeping beside him who also bore the same amount of injuries on his body; it was just much more obvious with how fair his complexion was. It reminded Yuuichirou of a canvas, and the marks all over were like pieces of paint spewed together to create a masterpiece of his making. It didn't help that Mikaela was gorgeous himself; Shihou could barely even compete on such a level.
"I wonder who hurt you…" Yuuichirou thought out softly as he reached out and played a bit with Mikaela's hair, caressing soft strands in between his fingers. "It's a real shame to throw someone like you away when you're this beautiful…"
It makes me want to draw you.
Yuuichirou paused, his eyes widened a bit in surprise at his line of thought. Yet, the desire was there; the urge to capture and sketch this attractive man in numerous angles and scenarios were making Yuuichirou's adrenaline rush in his veins to the point of near euphoria. He hadn't felt this surge of motivation for a very long time, even when he was in Shihou's company.
"Ah…" Yuuichirou breathed as he cupped Mikaela's cheek. A tender smile curved on his lips as looked at Mikaela in an entirely new light now. "I think… I found my muse once more."
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i write sometimes. it’s primarily just to pass the time instead of moping around my room like a lazy bastard but hey-ho, some people seem to gravitate towards the nonsense i write. british comedies by the looks of it *hitting my chest with pride* humour me or i’ll fall into another spiral ‼️
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“I suggest this become a conversation between you and Mister Sallow.”
Sebastian x MC (Thea)
Their sixth year Defense Against the Dark Art class gets a front row seat to the juiciest gossip of the year.
My previous piece, x
Disclaimer: More of my Hogwarts Legacy drabble that I’m posting. These are written quickly while the ideas are fresh. They are short and most likely sprinkled with errors. I’m posting these for me, but if other people enjoy them, then all the better. I will be using my MC’s name, Thea, since this is her story. I also keep the time period in mind. I do my best to keep it as period accurate as possible.
Trigger Warning: None
Additional Information: This takes place early in their 6th year. The longest one I’ve written yet, I believe.
“Today’s lesson is one that I hope you will never have to use, but should you find yourselves in unfortunate circumstances, it could save your life.” Professor Hecat always had a way of keeping her students on the edge of their seats. “I will be teaching you the Patronus Charm today.”
A nervous murmur rippled through the classroom. Thea and Poppy exchanged hesitant glances. Amit’s hand shot into the air.
“Yes, Mr. Thakkar?”
“Forgive me, professor, but the Patronus Charm is incredibly advanced. Most witches and wizards go their whole lives without ever having been able to cast it.”
“What is your point, Mr. Thakkar?” Her words were not unkind, just blunt, as she always was.
“What I’m asking is, do you really think we would have any success?” He looked down at his desk. Ever the academic, and in true Ravenclaw fashion, Amit hated failure.
Professor Hecat gave him a small smile before drawing closer to her seated students. “I believe it’s safe to assume that by now most of you know the lore of Illyius and Raczidian?” Every head in the classroom nodded. Thea thanked the founders for Professor Weasley and the guide she had gifted her last year. Without it, Thea would have no idea about any wizarding lore, other than Merlin of course. All of this due to her muggle upbringing in the orphanage. “Illyius,” their professor continued, “was said to be only ten and seven years of age when he was able to cast a fully corporeal patronus.”
“Right, but that’s legend! There’s no way to know if that really happened!” It was Duncan who interjected his opinions. Thea glanced over to where Ominis sat, sharing a desk with Sebastian. His hands balled into tight fists at the sound of Hobhouse’s voice. Thea stifled a snort of amusement.
“Oh hush it, Hobhouse! We all know it’s possible. Almost our entire class saw Sebastian’s corporeal patronus back in fourth year. Ow!” Ominis could never quite bite his tongue when it came to Duncan. Judging by the intense look on Sebastian’s face towards his friend, it was safe to assume that he was the cause of Ominis’s exclamation of pain.
Thea’s head whipped around to her deskmate. “Poppy, is that true?” She whispered.
The Hufflepuff nodded. “He spent most of fourth year teaching himself the charm and practising. The minute he was successful, he showed off to everyone. Even casted it in front of Hecat.”
“That sounds about right.” Thea grumbled under her breath.
“I don’t think you fully understand, Thea. The Patronus Charm is an ancient and mysterious spell. No one knows its origin. Not only that, but Amit is right, it’s incredibly hard to cast even an incorporeal patronus, a full-fledged one is near impossible. Sebastian won Slytherin 75 points that day after showing Hecat. Most in his house credit him with Slytherin winning the House Cup that year.”
“I must say that I am disappointed in my class’s lack of self-confidence!” Hecat boomed, gathering all their attention again. “This is not for any marks. I am teaching you this to arm you for the future. Everyone, on your feet!” The class barely had time to stand before the desks and benches vanished with a flick of her wand. “Evenly space yourselves around the room.”
Thea stood near the back, next to the wall. Poppy had placed herself a distance ahead of her. She immediately caught a whiff of a very familiar scent. The frustratingly intoxicating smell of smoky earl grey surrounded her. She glanced to her left and sure enough, the source had planted himself, not evenly spaced she might add, next to her.
“Wands out!” All wands were raised as she began to demonstrate the motion for the spell. “Counter clockwise circles. Everyone try it with me. Very good, keep the momentum up. Now, the incantation is ‘expecto patronum’. The most important part of this spell is to channel the entirety of your focus into the happiest of memories. Replay that memory in your head over and over and as you rotate your wand, when the image of the memory is clear in your head then try the incantation. Expecto patronum!” A flash of silver erupted from the tip of her wand. There was a collective gasp as the students took in the translucent leopard that paced in front of their professor. It’s spots swirls of blue and white as its shoulders rolled with every step. This seemed to be motivation enough. The room fell silent as everyone worked hard to produce a patronus of their own.
Thea’s eyes swept across her classmates, most had their brows furrowed and even a few had the tips of their tongues protruding past their lips in a look of fierce concentration. She would have laughed, if it were not for the fact that she herself was finding it difficult to conjure a cheerful enough memory. She closed her eyes and continued moving her wand. She thought of her dear animals in their vivariums. The nifflers scaling her body in an attempt to snatch her pearl earrings. The puffskeins bouncing around. The hippogriffs attacking the dark wizard dummy. These thoughts had her giggling. She opened her eyes, “expecto patronum”. The tip of her wand glowed a faint blue, but nothing more. She let out a huff and glanced around to see if anyone had witnessed her failed attempt. Her gaze landed on the brunette far too close to her, and he was staring right back with what looked like great interest. Thea immediately went on the defence.
“What?” Her tone was entirely hostile. “At least I’m trying. I don’t see you participating.” It was true, Sebastian had stood with his arms crossed while his classmates attempted the complex spell.
His smile was slow, the effortless kind that always made Thea’s breath hitch. Her traitorous body still reacted in the same way and it made her livid. He was only an arms length away. This was the closest contact they’ve had since last year. Being this close, she could fully see how much taller he had grown. Thea by no means was short, on average, she stood at least a few inches taller than her fellow female classmates. Last year, the top of her head came up to his eyeline. Now, it would barely graze his chin. Usually a growth-spurt like that would leave a person gangly, all limbs, but of course, not Sebastian. No, she assumed all the work he did on the cottage and in the garden over the summer made it easy for his muscles to retain a perfect ratio to his newfound height. If anything, he had filled out a little too well. He wore no robe and had his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his toned forearms on full display. She had found that to be her weakness when it came to the opposite sex. Why forearms exactly, she hadn’t the faintest idea.
He was still smiling when he spoke. “Ominis so graciously pointed out that I’ve already mastered the Patronus Charm. I’m just enjoying the show.”
Not only was this the closest proximity they had been within each other since summer, this was also the most words they had exchanged and he was already grating on her nerves.
“Go on then.” She challenged. “Let’s see.”
He let out a deep chuckle, a maddening tingle ran up her spine. “There’s no fun in that. Besides,” he stepped closer, “you didn’t say ‘please’”. Had his voice deepened over the summer?
With a most undignified huff she turned her attention forward, hoping he hadn’t seen the warmth spread across her face at his poor attempt at flirting. She refused to look at him as she spoke, “If you are resolute to remain insufferably presumptuous, then I must ask you to provide me with the adequate space that Professor Hecat originally demanded.” She continued her wand motions.
Sebastian did not move one inch, if anything he leaned in closer. His deepened voice barely above a whisper, “And what if I behave? Would you allow me to linger?”
Her eyes widened at his boldness. She had made it abundantly clear that she wanted less than nothing to do with him, and yet he was conversing with her as if the last few months had never happened. She decided that a reply would only be rewarding him, so she remained silent, hoping it would agitate him instead.
Thea turned her thoughts back to finding a pleasant memory. Even turned away from him with her eyes closed, his presence still assaulted her senses. His scent, the feel of him being within reach had him leaching into every memory she tried to summon. She was using all of her focus and energy just to bat those thoughts away.
“Oh my, something is happening and you haven’t even said the incantation.”
Thea’s eyes flew open at his words, she looked at the end of her wand and saw the last of the blue lights disappear. “Oh!”
“Try again, you’re on the right path.” His tone was encouraging and excited. She had to fight the innate desire for his approval.
“Hush! You’ll ruin it.” She closed her eyes again and admitted defeat. This time she allowed thoughts of Sebastian to play across her mind. Their first meeting in this very classroom. Him smiling up at her as he laid on his back after losing their duel. Him sneaking her into the Restricted Section, taking the fall for her when caught. All of the little moments of closeness. “My new charge.” “I’m glad to have met you.” “A kindred spirit.” Every finger brush, cheek graze, longing stare, it filled her with a warmth she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for so long. She opened her eyes, “Expecto Patronum.”
The light that shot out from within her wand was blinding. The shape that stood before her was much larger than the one Professor Hecat produced. As her eyes began to focus, she couldn’t help but smile once she recognized the familiar shape.
“Merlin’s beard, is that a thestral?” Her classmates were beginning to murmur.
“I’ve only ever seen illustrations of them. So we can see them if it’s as a patronus?”
“What does that mean? They’re dark omens, you know.”
She ignored their comments as her spirit guardian flapped its wings and cantered around her. A laugh of pure joy fell from her lips. Upon closer inspection she could tell that hers was a female.
“How intriguing.” Thea hadn’t even noticed that Hecat now stood in front of her and her spectral protector. “A thestral, the second most rare of patronuses.”
“What’s the first?” Hobhouse yelled out.
“A phoenix, you ninny!” Ominis shouted in reply from somewhere in the room.
Thea turned her attention to her professor. “Ever since joining the wizarding world, I’ve always held an affinity for them.”
“An understanding of one’s deeper traits is a powerful thing.” Professor Hecat cast a surveying look at Thea. “Well done, Miss. Gravethorne. Once again, you have mastered extraordinary magic in record time. A most interesting outcome indeed.”
Feeling humbled under the professor’s scrutinous gaze, Thea kept her eyes on her feet. “Thank you, Professor.”
“That will be all for today! I commend you all for trying today’s most challenging lesson.”
“Wait! I want to see Sallow’s patronus!” It was Duncan again. “Gaunt talked a big game about his friend’s abilities. I want to see it.”
Over the mumble of agreement from most of the class, Thea could make out a faint scuffle ahead of her. Garreth was latched on to Ominis who seemed to be fighting his grip in an effort to storm Hobhouse. She then turned her attention to Sebastian. He wasn’t standing so close anymore and even looked a bit sheepish. The shameless charm from earlier, entirely gone. “I’d rather not. Wouldn’t want to overshadow the Girl Wonder.”
Revenge was about to taste oh so sweet. It seemed to Thea that his hesitancy was most likely due to his inability to cast the complex charm any longer. Oh how she would love to see him knocked down a peg or two. She put on her most endearing of smiles. “I don’t mind one bit. I, for one, would love to see your patronus.” Her words dripped with a challenge, not noticing that her own patronus had vanished just moments ago.
His eyes met hers, they silently pleaded with her. Good, make him squirm. She arched an eyebrow at him. She could see his jaw twitch with the clench of his teeth. He attempted a steadying breath and closed his eyes. He raised his wand and made the proper motion. One could hear a pin drop in the classroom. Thea heard a slight shuffle next to her and turned to see Ominis standing by her side, a look of absolute concern etched on his face. What’s got him so worried?
Soon enough, Sebastian said the incantation and his wand flared to life. A large skeletal creature sprang forth, an almost exact mirror to her own. No one spoke, it felt like everyone held on to their breaths. Everyone, except,
“I thought you said thestral patronuses were rare?” Duncan’s voice cut through the stunned silence.
“They are.” It wasn’t like Hecat to be quiet, but Thea barely heard her reply. Their professor looked upon the spectre with an almost sympathetic look.
Thea looked back at Sebastian, his face the picture of stunned terror. She turned to Ominis and saw that crease of worry between his brow had grown even deeper. What was she missing? Maybe Sebastian really meant it when he said he didn’t want to overshadow her. She was just told that her patronus was extremely rare only for him to have the same one. But why did the entirety of the class seem to be shocked? Ominis himself had said that Sebastian had shown everyone his patronus back in their fourth year. She knew that most, ignorant, people thought the equine to be dark omens, but even Poppy, who loved all animals dearly, looked as shocked as everyone else. His thestral looked perfectly normal. The only difference between his and her own was the gender. Thea had spent enough time caring for them in her vivarium that she could easily spot the subtle differences. Suddenly, the apparition vanished. The caster had snapped back to his senses. He seemed to be avoiding Thea’s gaze entirely. Without a moment of hesitation, he bolted out the door. Thea felt movement beside her as Ominis rushed after him.
Hecat broke the prolonged silence. “Class dismissed!” Soon the room was filled with the sounds of students gathering their things and muffled chatter. Thea made her way to her things and made sure to grab Poppy’s hand in the process.
“Poppy, what am I missing?” She felt like she was going to explode, it seemed that everyone knew something she didn’t. “I understand that casting a corporeal patronus is rare and that a thestral one is rarer still, but you all saw Sebastian’s patronus ages ago. Why was the floor littered with everyone’s jaws as if you all were surprised?”
Her Hufflepuff friend seemed to be avoiding her gaze as well, but she finally turned and looked her friend in the eye. “I’m not sure you want to know.”
“Of course I do! You know how much I loathe being the last to know anything.”
Poppy nervously glanced from side to side before meeting her eyes again. “We were surprised because when Sebastian showed us his patronus back in year four, it was a Red Fox, not a thestral.”
Thea was taken aback by the simple answer. “Oh, alright. So patronuses can change, why is that such a massive deal?”
“Because it’s not normal for them to change.” And with that, her friend was off, leaving Thea more bewildered than ever.
She was far from done with this topic. She approached Hecat’s desk, her shoes slapping across the wooden floor in determination. “Professor!” She looked up from her writing and heaved a heavy sigh.
“Yes?”
“What makes a patronus change form?”
She looked upon her student with the same sympathetic gaze she gave Sebastian. “It takes an extremely strong shift of inner-self and emotion.”
Thea thought back to his actions in the catacombs. Surely that wasn’t the reason why. Thestrals were not dark creatures, one wouldn’t become your patronus if you had killed someone. Right?
“Can you offer me an example?”
Her professor sighed again, it made Thea want to scream. Would everyone stop dancing around it?
“A monumental life event or an emotion so strong that it overpowers everything within you.” She pinched the bridge of her nose before continuing. “I will be blunt with you, Miss Gravethorne.”
“Please!”
“One’s patronus can change and mirror another’s, if there is an immense amount of love present.”
Thea staggered back clutching her stomach. “You’re saying that Sebastian’s thestral isn’t just a coincidence?”
“It’s the second most rare patronus, my dear.” She took in her student’s pale face and glassy eyes. “I suggest this become a conversation between you and Mister Sallow.”
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