Hey guys, here’s a reminder that I’m not dead! I’ve been hung up on work and commissions, so I’m just posting this for the sake of an update…I redrew one of my selfies as a yordle because some friends did the same with their own :y
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I know it’s been ages since I’ve last posted anything and idk if anyone still
cares about this account lmao but I was reading Void imagines the other day and
it inspired me (y’all know I’m a damn sucker for him) so… this happened ahaha.
if you guys want a second part (might write one anyway tbh depends on the
feedback this gets), let me know!
uncanon (I haven’t watched Teen Wolf in at least two years tbh oops); malicious
reader; creepy Nogitsune Stiles
are typically depicted as sweet, docile creatures in literature. They’re small,
winged, and can typically wield woodland magic.
The misconceptions about my species
are just as plentiful as the accuracies. Yes, I’m small with supernatural
abilities – but I am not winged, and there are all kinds of dark things
bouncing around in my brain.
I don’t look like the type of person to be cruel. In some ways, my innocent
appearance holds truth; I’m not innately ruthless. I’m a little on the shy
side, and I’m definitely the quietest
in my pack. I’m not sarcastic like Stiles, and I’m not outspoken like Lydia.
There are times, though, when I’m so
consumed with these twisted thoughts, rantings ricocheting in my skull coming
from forked tongues, that I feel crazy. Evil, even. There’s no one I can talk
to about it. If I did have someone I could trust enough to discuss these
demonic daydreams, I would still be afraid of saying anything. My pack is
supposed to be fully good, dedicated
to protecting the inhabitants of Beacon Hills from the nasty paranormals of the
world. Protecting everyone from people like me.
The suppression of these seductive,
sinful, spiteful spirits, though, has only made them multiply.
it. But there’s nothing I can do.
Now, for instance: I’m sitting on the
counter in the McCalls’ kitchen. He called a pack meeting to check on everyone.
A few days ago, Scott and Kira were attacked by smoky figures robed in black –
the same mysterious beings that Allison and Isaac have encountered before, too.
Everyone’s here, huddled around the
rickety old table that Scott and his mother have had for what seems like
…well, everyone except Stiles, who
apparently was admitted to the hospital for health issues earlier in the day.
He hasn’t been sleeping lately – anyone can see that, based on the absurd
pallor of his skin and the constant disarray of his hair and the sagging dark
circles beneath his dreary eyes.
There’s something wrong with him. I
know it. Scott knows it. Everyone in this room knows it. The tension of the
situation hangs over us like a storm cloud. We’re just waiting for it to burst
with the news.
“So, what do we know about these…
Oni?” Scott tests the word out, like he’s unsure of the correct pronunciation.
I don’t blame him. I’ve never heard of them in my life. For some reason,
though, I’m overwhelmingly intrigued by them. If what my fellow packmates’
accounts of their meetings with the Oni are true, then they are very powerful,
It’s wrong to be so taken with the
idea of supremacy. I know it is; that’s practically the first sign of someone
losing it: their thirst of control. I can’t help it, though. I’m so tiny
compared to the strong, towering werewolves in the room. They can bare their
teeth and draw their nails and rip someone to pieces.
What can I do? Make trees grow faster
than normal. Make grass shorter with a flick of my fingers, no lawn maintenance
needed. Make flowers more vibrant.
Well, that’s not all I can do. That’s what I’ve let the pack see. If they knew what
I’ve been rehearsing in my free time, though…
Another thing they can’t find out
“Apparently, they can’t be stopped by
any man-made weapon,” Allison says. Her voice is edged. “They’re a force of
nature summoned by a dark Kitsune to carry out a task.”
Inadvertently, everyone’s eyes flicker
to Kira, who blushes and keeps her gaze downcast. As the only Kitsune in our
pack, she must feel a little uncomfortable with the assumptions that could be
“Unstoppable. Great.” Isaac grimaces,
crossing his arms. “So, what are we supposed to do if they come back?”
“Maybe they won’t,” Lydia muses. Her
brow is furrowed in concentration. “The marks you found on yourselves after
your confrontations… it’s as if they were checking something, and you guys were
I press my lips together, wanting to
speak up, but too apprehensive of interrupting and having all attention on me
My phone buzzes in my pocket, causing
me to jump. Kira notices, looking at me with concern. “Are you okay?”
So much for not attracting scrutiny.
“Yeah.” My face is hot as I mindlessly
fumble for the stupid cell, yanking it free with a little more force than
necessary. “Just… just got a text… um…” I bite my lip as I stare down at the
Frowning, I open my mouth – planning on
telling everyone – then think better of it and seal my lips.
Why would Stiles be texting me that? Why would he be texting me in the first place? Isn’t he supposed
to be drugged and unconscious in the hospital?
Stiles and I aren’t close. Sure, we
have the pack bond, the thing that keeps everyone in this room together. But it
doesn’t go beyond basic friendship. I’m certainly not the kind of person he
would think to ask for if he needed something.
Despite how strange the request for my
location is, I answer.
The reply is instantaneous.
don’t want to be there
It’s not an inquiry. He states it like
a fact, like he knows all the messed-up nonsense going through my mind, like he
knows how uneasy I have begun to feel any time I’m forced to be around the
people I’m supposed to love and trust more than anything.
I don’t have time to respond.
see me instead
Anxiously, I glance up to check on the
pack on the ridiculous notion that, somehow, they’re able to read my messages
from their seats across the room.
They’ve returned to one another,
thankfully, further pondering the presence of the Oni within Beacon Hills –
well, all except Isaac, who is staring at me with worry and confusion in his
expression. No doubt he can hear my heart, and is probably wondering who I’m
texting to make me feel like that.
I decide to follow Stiles’ wishes –
even if they’re out of the ordinary. Besides, he was right to a painful degree.
I want to leave and I want it to be now.
do you want me to meet you
He writes back a few seconds later –
record time for him, considering all the other times we’ve communicated via
text he takes several minutes to respond.
choose to walk to the hiking trail, opting for an enjoyable walk at dusk,
surrounded by nature. Everywhere I walk, the withering plants perk up and the
sidewalk’s puddles evaporate and the deadened grass appears a little greener
than it should in the winter.
It’s involuntary, something that
naturally occurs whenever I’m at peace – and I am now that I’m out of that
house and away from those people.
I frown at my thoughts, staring at my
ankle boots. They’ve stayed remarkably clean, probably due to my powers
eliminating anything dirty from my path before I can even cross the natural
I shouldn’t be this way. There’s
something wrong with me. Something inside me. Something wicked.
When I reach my destination, I see
that Stiles is waiting for me. He’s lounged against a tree, examining his short
fingernails. Somehow, in the day we’ve been apart, he looks even worse than
before, near corpse-like.
“Hey,” I greet softly. It’s cold out,
unbearable when you stand still. I stuff my hands in the pockets of my brown
leather jacket, breath swirling in front of me. “You wanted to see me?”
If I wasn’t thrown off by his weird
messages and strange choice of meeting place, the way he looks at me would
definitely hint to something being off.
It’s in the way his head leisurely
rolls, raising a fraction to look at me beneath his long eyelashes. “Yes,” he
says simply. Now he’s straightening his stance, a faint smile on his lips.
“Come.” He starts into the woods.
For a moment, I hesitate. I’m wearing
a floral pattern dress and heeled boots. Not exactly the ideal outfit for
taking a hike. Stiles is wearing a navy shirt, jeans and a pair of grey Vans. Definitely not equipped for a hike or
the chilly weather.
He’s so insistent, though, and his
dark eyes are oddly appealing in the dim light. I glance over my shoulder to
check that no one is around, then follow him onto the red gravel.
We walk in silence for a little while,
immersing ourselves deeper into the rustling forest. The sun has completely set
now, but fireflies have swarmed our hunched shoulders, lighting the way – just
as they always do whenever I’m outside at night, no matter the weather or the
“So…” I start awkwardly, cheeks
warming in embarrassment at how loud my meek voice seems among the still
foliage. “What did you need?”
“Why do you assume I need something?”
His face is shadowed.
“Um…” I blindly search the branches.
“I just… you don’t usually… I guess I just expected that you would want to talk
to Scott or Lydia when you got out of the hospital.” With trembling fingers, I
tuck my hair behind my ear. “How are you feeling, by the way?”
A particularly noisy firefly darts
between us, illuminating the amused smirk on his pale face for a moment.
“Soothed,” he murmurs. “It’s relaxing
to be around someone I can relate to.”
Stiles is nothing like me. He’s boisterous and snoopy and witty. I’m reserved
and conservative and timid. Somehow, though, he’s seemed to discover some
similarities between us, and I’m intrigued to hear them.
He chuckles lowly. “Don’t you know?”
He purrs the words.
“Know what?” I press. We come to a bend in the trail. He decides to stop
here. I turn to face him. Fireflies zoom around us, floating close to my scalp
and his lean biceps.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Y/N.”
His eyes are dead, but there’s amusement in the corners of his thin, chapped
lips. “I know.” He wets his mouth,
still looking at me with that same dissociated yet dizzying stare. “I know all
about your black heart and your pretty little twisted mind.”
My throat feels thick. “I don’t know
what you’re talking about.” Whispered, because I can barely summon the courage
He grins now. It’s a slow, gradual
process, and when it finally takes his face, he hums. “Don’t lie.” He’s shaking
his head now. “You can’t. You can’t
lie to me. Not to me.” He dares to step closer, and when I
stumble back, one of his hands grip my wrist and yank me forward. I’m pitched
against his chest. His nostrils are flaring, and he’s looking down his nose at
me with a pinched expression, like he’s agitated that I tried to get away. My
wrist is bruising beneath his freezing fingers; I can feel the mar developing
as he continues to keep me close.
“Don’t run from me. It’s futile. You
won’t get far before I catch you.”
I swallow hard. “Stiles-”
“Drop the act, Y/N. You don’t have to
pretend any more. I know who you truly are, what
you are – a malevolent, bloodthirsty-”
Vines snake up from the ground,
wrapping around his limbs, jerking him off his feet and throwing him across the
path. Rocks spray as his body skids, the denim of his jeans producing a rough
shriek of protest as they struggle to hold together.
I’m panting, rubbing over my wrist. I
know I should run, but I can’t bring myself to move. I watch his crumbled form
with interest, wondering what he’ll do and how he’ll react. Part of me is
curious about what he’s saying, too.
“I’m impressed,” he drawls as he pushes
himself up on all fours. “You’ve been holding out on the pack. Manipulating nature?” He’s standing now,
his lips pursed. “That’s a bit of a dark talent. What else can you do? Choke
people with branches? Rip their limbs from their torsos? Plunge sticks through
their chests and hold their hearts aloft?”
When I don’t answer, he smiles. “You
don’t know, do you?”
“No, I don’t. I don’t want to know.” I press my lips together.
“Stiles, look you can’t tell anyone, okay? Scott and the others… they won’t…
they’ll freak out, and I-”
He sighs and I stop speaking. “Lying again, Y/N? Now that just won’t do.”
The fireflies around me shudder.
Suddenly Stiles and I are surrounded by masked men in black, tendrils of smoke oozing
I gasp, spinning around, seeing that
there’s nowhere to run. It dawns on me that they must’ve been summoned, and the
only person who could’ve done so is standing in this tight circle with me,
wearing the guise of a friend.
“You…” I trail off, gaping at him in
“What? Finally caught on that I’m not
Stiles?” He staggers toward me. “Certainly took you long enough.”
“But… but how…”
“Don’t you see? You’re not the only
one with a dark side.” He’s right in front of me now, the toes of our shoes
touching. “The only difference here is that Stiles gave himself over to it.”
Nose inches from mine, breath fanning out across my face. “It feels so good to
embrace the bad, Y/N. So good.”
I’m shaking my head. “No, it’s… we’re
supposed to… uh…”
Stiles hums in enjoyment. “Fox got
“No, I just…” My hands are quivering,
and my voice does the same. “This is so…”
“Unexpected?” He quirks a brow. “Think
of how shocked I felt when I woke in this body drawn to you…” He leans even closer. When I turn my head, he follows me. “…a
pretty little fairy…” I turn my head
again, and he chases after. “…who is just the sweetest girl on the outside…” His fingers take hold of my chin and
force me to look at him. “…but on the inside? Oh,” he groans in delight. “Quite
the naughty opposite.”
Shame washes over me in waves,
stinging at my eyes. I look up at the treetops, trying to steady my breathing.
“Stop,” I mutter.
He shakes his head, letting his nose
slide along my cheek. “Not until you accept it.”
“I won’t,” I tell him.
“You should.” Trailing along my
jawline now. “You don’t have to stay with your pack anymore. Come be yourself
with me. I can promise you a lifetime of chaos and freedom.”
Tempting. So tempting, and he knows
it. He’s grinning when I shut my eyes and shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” Nuzzling my neck. “I
believe in how bad you can be – if you let yourself.” An exhale against my ear,
one that has a shiver passing through my body that isn’t caused by the cold.
“Give in, Y/N. That’s all you have to do. It’s very easy, I promise.” He pulls
away now, piercing me with solemn and sincere eyes. “Just give in.”
I shout, flustered and finally at the breaking point. I shove against his
chest, placing distance between us. The ground shakes, and small fissures form,
separating myself from Stiles and the Oni. The shifting of the Earth is loud
and causes dead leaves to fall from the trees.
If I thought this feat would cause him
to back down, I was wrong. If anything, it just entices him more.
“You are special, aren’t you?” His eyes are sparkling. The movement of
the ground caused him to fall, and though it has since stilled, he remains
sitting. “Think of how great you could be, though.”
I let out a harsh breath. “No.” I run
my hands through my hair. “I’m going to my pack now. I’ve had enough of this.
He laughs. “What are you going to tell
them? That I was harassing you?”
“I…” My momentum is lost. “That
shouldn’t matter to you,” I manage. “They’re going to keep me safe.”
“I think they are the ones who need protection.” That easy grin still
resides on his face, like we’re old friends reminiscing. “You’re dangerous.”
“No. Not to them. I’m different with
them.” Then I shake my head and correct myself. “I’m who I’m supposed to be with them. I like that version of me.”
My teeth grit. “I do,” I assure him, trying to convince myself, too. My hands
clench into fists, and he catches the small movement.
“Are you threatening me?” He inquires, nodding to my aggressive posture. “That would not be wise.”
“I’m not.” I force myself to relax.
“I’m leaving, and I don’t want you to follow me,” I tell him firmly.
“I don’t have to. I’ll find you if I
want to see you.”
“Not if I go somewhere you can’t.”
Now he genuinely laughs. “Y/N… it
doesn’t matter where you go. I will find you, and the darkness will have you. You can’t run from
yourself, and you can’t hide from me.”
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“Hey, are you there?”
My head snapped around from my book to
check my radio on my bedside table—I wasn’t sure if I was hearing things or if
Steve Rogers was paging me at 3am in the morning.
“Hellllooooo,” the radio crackled again—I
wasn’t imagining it.
“Hello?” I answered quickly, my voice
filled with curiosity—what the hell did he want?
“I knew you’d be awake,” I could
practically hear him smile down the line—I didn’t have to see him to know that his
stupid grin was plastered on his stupid face.
“Well yeah,” I rolled my eyes as I set down
my book, “I literally told you this morning that I haven’t been able to go to
sleep before 5am.”
“Meet me in the stairwell of level 12,” He
completely ignored the fact that I’d outed him.
“What?!” Why the fuck did he want to meet
in the damn stairwell? “Are you joking?” There was no way he was being serious.
“I’m being one hundred per cent serious,
five minutes, I expect you there.”
“Jesus,” I huffed down the line, “way to be
pushy, but yeah okay whatever, see you in five.” I rolled out of bed and shoved
myself into my dressing gown, praying that whatever he had in store for me was
worth leaving the comfort of my sheets.
“You better have a good reason for doing
this Rogers,” I said monotonously as trudged up the stair with him. I’d met him
on level 12 like he’d requested and he’d graciously let me know that we’d be
walking up two more levels because our stupid elevator was down.
“Trust me,” he stopped in front of the door
to level 14, “You’re going to love it.” He pulled out a key from his back
pocket and I wondered to myself why the door was locked in the first place.
“So,” he turned to me as he shoved the key
in, “this is where I come when I can’t sleep and I want to share it with you.”
He opened the door slowly before standing aside so that I could make my way
“Uh—“ I could feel my throat run dry as I
lost all sense of how to speak. “Um, yeah okay.” I was so nervous, I’d never
had anyone share their safe space with me before and I didn’t know how I was
going to cope.
My heart began to race as I made my way
inside—I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but it definitely hadn’t been an
indoor garden. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Despite only being dimly lit by
lanterns the garden was breath-taking. There were vines covering the walls,
bushy ferns in the corners, garden beds filled with almost every flower
possible and most importantly, there was a lily pond, right in the centre of
“Holy shit Steve, this is beautiful.” I
just couldn’t understand how what I was seeing managed to exist, how had he had
“Your favourite flowers are lilies right?”
He raised an eyebrow as he took my hand—I almost jolted away, I hadn’t been
“Yeah, wait how do you know that?”
“What?” he said as he sat down on a small
bench in the middle of the room right next to the lily pond. “You think I don’t
listen to you when you ramble on in the kitchen?”
“Yeah!” I laughed lightly as I sat down
beside him, “No one ever listens to me when I ramble.”
“I listen,” he entwined his hand with mine
again and I gulped uncomfortably. “I know your favourite flowers are lilies,
that you’re afraid of the dark AND the ocean. I know that your favourite book
is a tale of two cities and that you read it every night because you can’t
sleep till early parts of the morning.” He used his free hand to nudge my face
towards his. “I know that when I wake up the first thing I think about is what
your daily joke is going to be, I know I think about knocking on your door
every night and asking you out to dinner—“
“You what?!” I didn’t think he realised
what he was saying, “Steve—“
“I’m being serious,” his thumb grazed over
my knuckles. “I’m not good at this whole dating thing you know?”
I nodded sincerely, he’d complained to me
about it a few times and I truly felt bad.
“But I want to try with you, honestly.”
“With me?” I swallowed the lump in my
throat. I’d never thought about Steve in that way. I mean I’d always thought he
was good looking, but I never considered dating him. It made me giddy to think
that someone actually listened to all the stupid things I had to say—everyone
else just seemed to brush me off, Steve never had and I’d only just noticed
“Yes,” he nodded, “with you.” He leaned
over to fish out a lily from the pond. “So will you?” He held it out to me with
the most innocent eyes and I’d never been so mesmerised by a man before. I was
seeing someone in a whole new light and I honestly couldn’t believe I’d missed
I wasn’t sure completely, but the way he
was presenting himself made me want to try. “I mean,” I admired the flower for
a second before plucking it gently from his hand. “There’s no harm in trying.”
“Perfect,” he grinned, “How about I pick
you up at 7pm tomorrow?”
“That sounds wonderful.”
Three knocks on the door let my nervous
stomach know that Steve was at the door. 7pm had taken all day to arrive and
I’d spent all morning feeling like I was going to be nervous.
“Hi,” I smiled as I opened the door to a
nervous looking Captain—who to my surprise was holding a bouquet of peonies.
“Hi,” he replied as he cracked his knuckles
nervously. “I—um—got these for you.” He held out the flowers to me and I
graciously accepted them before planting a kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you—I might start my own garden at
this rate.” I motioned for him to come inside as I trudged towards my shelves
so that I could locate a vase.
He let out a small laugh as he shoved his
hands into the pockets of his black jeans. “Don’t think I’m helping, I’ve got a
whole one of my own to look after and barely any time.”
I laughed—really laughed and I had no idea
why, because his joke hadn’t been that funny. It was clear that things were changing
and I wasn’t complaining, because I knew it was for the better.
“It’s okay I might just get Bucky to help
out,” I teased knowing he would hate it.
He scrunched up his face “I mean sure, go
“Stop it,” it was my turn to place an
encouraging hand on his shoulder, usually that was his job.
“I won’t lie,” he smirked, “that made me
I laughed lightly “I could tell.”
“You know what,” he looked towards my TV,
“how about we forget the dinner reservations, we’ll order some take away and we
can watch any show you want to.”
“You’re kidding, I would fucking love
that.” I’d never felt so relieved in my life—I hated dates, the thought of them
made me nervous to the point where I was almost sick—I was surprised that I
hadn’t already vomited.
“Perfect,” he grinned as he walked towards
my sofa. It was times like these I was thankful that Tony had given me a master
“Do you mind if I change?” I asked, already
unzipping my dress, not waiting for his answer.
“Sure,” he gulped.
I smiled to myself as I flung the dress I
was wearing back into my cupboard—I knew he was watching me.
I pulled on an oversized t-shirt and made
my way over to the sofa.
“So,” I said as I plopped myself down
beside him “have you watched stranger things?”
“No,” he shook his head, “but people keep
telling me it’s good.”
“Wonderful,” I grabbed the remote from
beside me, “you’re about to be shown a masterpiece Rogers.”
I’d fallen asleep at about episode 5 of
season 1—I assumed that all the wriggling Steve was doing was because he was
trying to regain feeling in his arm.
“Shit,” I recoiled, “I’m so sorry.” Trust
me to have fallen asleep on my date.
“No!” he quickly stopped me, “it’s okay!”
“Are you enjoying it?” I smiled as I looked
towards the TV. I’d already seen season 1 which was probably why I’d fallen
asleep—that and the fact that I hadn’t had a good nights sleep, despite being
shown Steve’s beautiful garden.
“It’s good—but,” he placed his knuckle
under my chin and I felt a shiver run through my body. “I think I would rather
be spending my time doing this—“ before I could gather what he meant, he was
already crashing his lips against mine and boy I wasn’t complaining.
Everything about him was gentle and I just
couldn’t handle it—I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer,
eliciting a groan from him as his threaded his fingers through my hair.
“Shit,” I moaned against his mouth as he
decided to act with more urgency. We were like hungry animals—Steve Rogers was
something that had been in front of me for so long and I hadn’t known I’d
needed him until he was shoving his tongue down my throat.
“Please don’t rip my shirt off,” he joked—I
really was tugging hard, my brain clearly didn’t understand he was already as
close as he could be.
“I’m so tempted to,” I tugged hard again, just
to show him I meant it.
“I don’t have expendable funds to buy more
shirts to take you on dates—“ he breathed before placing a trail of kisses down
“Oh my god,” I sucked in a breath, “do not
fucking do that again or I’ll literally rip all your damn clothes off.”
“Oh?” he had the audacity to do it again,
but ten times slower.
“That’s it—“ suddenly I was struggling his
belt buckle, but he was pushing me away.
“No,” he scolded as he pulled away. “No,
“Why not?” I really didn’t see why it was a
“I just—“ he turned away, “I’m sorry—shit,
this is gonna sound so stupid, but I’d really just like to wait, I want this to
I grabbed his hand, “stop it Steve, it’s
not stupid at all, I get it I promise.”
“Yeah?” he turned back towards me.
“Yes.” I wrapped my pinky around his,
“look, why don’t you sleep—we can finish the series tomorrow.”
“That sounds like a plan.” He pulled my
head towards him and planted a kiss against my forehead, “goodnight.”
“Goodnight Steven.” I stole a quick kiss
from his lips, my head feeling somewhat giddy at the fact that I was seeing him
the next day.
“Oh wait,” he fished for something in his
pocket and finally picked out a key. “This is for you,” he held it out to me, “your
personal key to the garden for when you can’t sleep.”
Attached to the key was a small lily key
ring and I swear I felt like crying.
“Get out,” I scolded as I grabbed the key, “hurry
before I kiss you again.”
He let out a loud laugh, “goodnight, I’ll
see you tomorrow.”
Alrighty, the ever so lovely @le-sel-et-le-vide tagged me to post some of my recent selfies, soooo here they are! In true Carolina fashion, they’re mostly taken from the same angle and gosh dang, did I find some quality lighting for some of these.
I’m not tagging anyone for this, but if you’d like to post some pictures of your wonderful face and say I tagged you, I would be very very happy to see!
Everything was normal, or as normal as things could be with the Marauders. We are making our way down to the dungeons for our potions class, but as normal the boys are messing around, which will undoubtedly make us late. For once, I don’t think I’d mind the idea of being late to potions. Who would want to spend such a lovely spring afternoon in the drafty dungeons that often smell like something’s burning or rotten eggs?
I made the mistake of looking over at Sirius. He had his trademark smirk on his face, and mischief was sparkling in his eyes. For once, his hair looked decently combed. Sirius was driving me insane. His laid back personality, his laid back composure. The way he talked. How his hands were always stuffed in his pockets or his arms were crossed behind his head. The way he just waltzed throughout the school without a care. Everything, everything he did, everything about him. It was driving me insane.
Without my permission, and without much thought, a sentence tumbled past my lips. “Oh my god, Sirius, stop it.” He turned to me with an amused look and a raised eyebrow. “Stop what, (Y/n)?” He asked, his voice smooth and silky. “Just stop, stop being so attractive and mesmerizing.” I said, once again without much thought put into it. “Attractive? Mesmerizing? You find me attractive and mesmerizing?” Even if I wasn’t looking, I would have been able to hear the smirk behind his words. “I- I have no idea what you are talking about.” I stuttered out, playing dumb.
“Oh, but you do. You said, and I quote, stop being so attractive and mesmerizing.” James stated, using my words against me with a smirk. “James Potter I said no-” I began to protest, but was cut short. “You don’t happen to fancy me, do you (Y/n)?” Sirius asked, the amusement in his eyes and the smirk on his face only growing. I opened and closed my mouth many times to give some sort of answer, but found myself
unable. I wouldn’t have been able to tell the truth even if I wanted to.
The smirk faded from Sirius’ face. “You do don’t you?” He asked much softer, no longer joking. I looked away to the ground, cheeks warming and tears forming. Not giving him the chance to reject me, or maybe even accept me, I hurried off with one destination in mind. And it wasn’t potions class, but the girls’ bathroom.