Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍
the gif tho. fUCK
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Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.
“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.
The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”
You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”
He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”
Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say.
“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”
“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”
Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”
Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds.
“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”
Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.
“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.
You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.
He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.
The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”
After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details.
A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs.
Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.
“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you.
Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”
“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”
“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”
He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”
His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves.
“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”
Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”
The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint.
A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it.
“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”
You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.
“R-Right! I-I mean-”
“I’m kidding, Remus.”
“I knew that.”
Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory.
Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in.
He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night.
Saizo x MC, as always there is smut. Hope you enjoy this chapter, packed with exposition, because I know I did. Thank ya’ll for reading (as always) I hope you like it!
A yawn left your lips as you stretched your body out, relishing the soft ache of your sleepy limbs. The light of early morning shined across your face, making you hum softly in discontent, burying your face away from the offending sunshine. You bed seemed firmer than usual, and very very warm, had you fallen asleep on the couch again?
Before your sleepy mind could begin to make sense of those concepts you again felt the specter of sleep making you drowsy, something softly lulling you back into a state of contentment, the firm movement against your hair turning your displeasure into a sweet sigh.
That is until you realized what was going on.
Someone was petting your head.
Your eyes flew open, your body tensing as you quickly shot up, looking around the room in confusion.
Not your living room.
You looked down.
Not your couch.
And on that couch that did not belong to you laid a very amused looking man that was oh so familiar.
Who you were currently straddling, the sudden coolness of your skin reminding you that you were very…naked.
As was he.
You were pretty sure that your blush could have powered any major city, could have lit up the night sky, could have been seen from the space station.
“E-Eh?” Was all you managed, crossing your arms over your chest in a reactive attempt at modesty. Saizo chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you.
“I think it is a little too late for all that little lady, I already know what they look like.” Your blush only deepened. You had fallen asleep? Yeah, you had, actually. Your brought your hands to your face, an embarrassed squeak leaving your mouth. You had fallen asleep, shortly after midnight, your body quite tired by that point. Your professor had….impressive stamina, amongst other things.
You let your hands fall, glancing at his handsome profile, there was no point in your hiding, he was right after all, he’d seen basically all of you at this point.
“I’m sorry” You had definitely not expected to stay that late and had certainly not expected to stay the night. You had basically broken booty call 101. You offered him an apologetic look, climbing off of him, chiding yourself for overstaying your welcome. What if someone had shown up?
In the light of morning Saizo had become all business, stepping away from you and heading back into what you assumed was his bedroom.
“Ah, Saizo-” You began, taking a step to follow him.
A sharp look on his part froze you in your steps.
“I think it is important we remember our boundaries.” His voice was calm, even,and almost cold. You could feel the blood drain from your face.
“A-Ah, right, of course.” you rocked on your heels, securing your tights and smoothing out your dress. “I just wanted to know how you planned on me inconspicuously walking out of here.” You stood in his living room, doing your best to appraise to what degree it was obvious what you had been doing last night.
Saizo stepped out of his room, the messy perfection of his usual look restored, walking over to you he brushed a hand through your hair, his breath hot on your ear.
“Mmmhph.” You stifled a sound as he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear.
“I would suggest you just walk out and try your best to appear inconspicuous.” He patted the back of your head in a gesture of mock-advice. “Just do your best to avoid Yukimura.”
“Who?” You questioned as he ushered you through the door.
“Don’t forget your test tomorrow.”
And the door was shut at your back.
A deep intake of breath.
You were in too deep.
You took the stairs this time, feeling more than a bit of surprise at the loudness of morning in the apartment complex. As if on cue a girl darted past you, clutching a bag of what looked like vegetables, followed closely by a blonde guy who you were pretty sure had been in one of your sophomore english classes. What the hell? You paused mid-step, even more confused than you haed been a moment before. What was his name? Wasn’t he a pharm major?
Maybe one of them was Yukimura?
You shrugged, bounding out of the apartment complex, drawing your jacket up higher around your neck.
Did you have strong enough makeup to cover all these damn hickeys?
You stared down into the swirling liquid of your cup of coffee, the dark circles under your eyes representing the truly horrifying experience known as midterms. You blinked several times, doing your best to stay awake after several days of studying and not much else. You were pretty sure you had broken the enter button on your computer trying to refresh your grades online.
The only one that had yet to be posted.
You rolled your eyes while your insides churned. The coffee diet was going to kill you one of these days.
You just needed these grades posted. You took another sip of your coffee, cursing the man for being such a distraction.
Actually, to be fair, besides that one night before the midterm and the midterm almost a week ago, you’d barely seen your teacher. Except for one very heated, quick make out session in his office the day before yesterday that had left your breathless and yearning (and still without the grade information you had asked for).
You missed him. Not that you would have ever told him, or anyone else. But he was busy, or so you thought. You were the one at his beck and call after all. If he wanted you, you’d come. But you sure weren’t about to show up at his doorstep uninvited.
Although you doubted you would have been the first woman to do it.
It wasn’t lost on you how ridiculous this situation was.
One more refresh.
You almost dumped out your coffee.
The bastard had given you a B, and not just any B, a B that was literally only two percentage points from being rounded to an A.
You huffed, hopping up to your feet.
You needed a drink.
You checked your phone. It was Friday, hadn’t he said something about being busy this weekend at some point?
You had no texts from him to suggest otherwise.
You were going to go out with Oichi. You bobbed your head in assent with yourself. A girls’ night at the bar sounded really good right about now. Plus she had been trying to get you to go for so long, and you had no excuse not to.
Some play time would probably be good for your spirit.
“Hold still!” Oichi huffed, tugging you closer to her. “You need these sparkles!” She was straddling you, holding you down on her bed as she applied a fine freckling of glitter to your face.
“Oichi, why?” You stopped struggling, holding your eyes shut as you let her work her magic.
“It’s the latest fashion, and a punishment for keeping secrets!” She squealed in delight,continuing her ministrations as you fell silent. “Just desserts, as Nobu would say”
Right, secrets. Oichi had seen right through you, or well, had seen your hickeys at least and like dam breaking the questions had flown from her mouth. Who? When? Where had you been? Was he cute? Did she know him?
And you had said nothing.
Not a thing. You had sat, tight lipped, laughing off her questions, doing you best to convince her that it was no big deal, just a booty call with a decently attractive boy.
Hah. Well, at least a part of that was right.
She rolled off of you, her laughter having devolved into giggles.
“What’d you do Oichi?” You pouted, sitting up.
“Nothing it was just the look on your face.” You glanced at yourself in the mirror, marvelling at the job she had done. Good enough for the bar. That was for sure.
“Wow this actually looks really nice.” You brushed your fingers against your face, only to have her swat your hands away.
“You’ll mess it up if you touch it.” She stuck her tongue out at you, helping you off the bed. You nodded, rolling your eyes.
“I got it,lady.
The bar was dark, filled with just enough people you felt like you could get lost in the crown, and just smokey enough to make you feel light headed.
That accompanied with the fast paced music made it ideal for what Oichi had wanted.
“You need to let down your hair” She grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you on the dancefloor. “Come on, have some fun for once.”
“I can have fun after I have a drink!” You had half-shouted a reply over the music, glancing over at the bartender. It would take more than a drink to get you to loosen up, but it was worth a start. She kept you a moment longer, the beat of the music drawing your body into movement. Only a moment. Then you tore away, escaping her in favor of the bar.
“Something stiff.” You told the bartender, watching him pour the amber liquid into a glass with some interest. You’d never been one for the bar scene, but Oichi loved to dance. Who were you to ruin that for her? You tilted the drink back, doing your best to streamline the drinking process, before setting the empty glass on the table.
Time to ‘let your hair down’ or whatever
And now you were sweaty, seated back at the bar, and simply tired. That good kind of tired where you knew your bones would ache in the morning from all the fun you had. Several more drinks in your system had certainly loosened you up, ensuring that you were happily babbling to Oichi, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.
It was nice to relax, wasn’t it?
You looked toward Oichi, who had gone quiet.
“Hey, Oichi, whats up?” You followed her gaze, wondering what had caused the change.
She kept her eyes on the crowd, searching for something or rather someone, before her eyes widened and then narrowed again.
“Oh my goodness.” She mumbled, turning to you quickly. “Hey, Hey, look over there, is that…isn’t that professor Kirigakure? “ It was like someone had dunked you in ice water. You searched the crowd, before finally landing your eyes on him.
Sure as certain it was him. You turned back to the bartender, asking for a round of shots for you and Oichi.You were not drunk enough to handle this type of social situation.
“You’re right.” You tried to hold in a laugh, marveling at the situation you were now in. “Who is he with though?” Saizo was very attractive for sure, but that other guy - tall, with eyes an unsettlingly beautiful shade of blue- you were sure could do some damage on his own.
“That is Sanada Yukimura.” Oichi replied, looking him up and down. “He’s a frat guy, one of the good ones from what I heard. He is all about the sports, if you couldn’t tell.”
:Oh I can tell.” With those defined muscles? Oh yeah you could tell.
So that was Yukimura. You wondered why Saizo wanted you to avoid him?
“We should say hi!”
“Oh no, we should not.”
“Oh come on.Yukimura is almost untouchable, I wanna have a shot!”
“You can go say hi, Oichi. You don’t need me to do it with you”
“That is lame! He’s with your professor, it would be weird if I went and said hi. I DID drop his class, remember?”
“I’m not saying hi unless he fixes my grades, Oichi.” You cut her off, giving her a look. “Plus, there is no situation where this is not weird.”
“Maybe you can ask him to fix it now” Oichi leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, a grin on her face. “If you know what I mean.” Oh jeez, you turned your face quickly, trying to hide the blush on your face. You did know what she meant. In fact, you had a better grasp on what she meant than she did at this point.
You just needed to play this off.
“Oichi, this is so weird, we should go to another bar.” You downed the shot in front of you, a shiver going down your spine. “There are a ton of bars, with a ton of cute guys that didn’t walk in with the professor I still have half a semester with.” You looked at her with pleading eyes. “Look I’ll get the tab, Oichi-”
Too late, she was bouncing off, an evil grin quite similar to her brother’s on her face.
You wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment.
You reached for your phone, fiddling with it for a moment. One well placed call to her demon older brother and this situation would be taken care of. You could be home in your bed, you could-
“Well hello there, doll.” An unknown voice right at your ear startled you, making you turn quickly to meet eyes with whoever had violated your bubble.
“Um” You looked at him, taking a step back. The words ‘stranger danger’ playing in your head on repeat. Until you looked at him further. Not a stranger, no, not a stranger at all.
“Date Shigezane.” You breathed his name in relief. Not just some random creep. You and Shige knew each other decently enough.
“The one and only.” He grinned at you, ushering the bartender over. “You look a little down, here let me put the pep back in your step.” Tequila. You snorted. Great, now you had two choices. Take this shot or go to Oichi.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Serious as a heart attack.
You bit your lip, normally you would have been all for it. Given the situation however, you felt anxiety bubbling in your stomach. You turned your gaze over to Oichi, seeing her giggling up at Yukimura, her charm turned up to maximum capacity. The poor guy was as red as a tomato. Saizo stood beside him, obviously bored at whatever conversation they were having.
Shigezane stood across from you and showed no signs letting up his attempt to get you to drink, handing you a lime and some salt. Your eyes kept trailing away from him, looking back as your professor, until finally you glanced back only to meet his dark red eyes. Your own widened a fraction, before you glanced away quickly. Shit. You were not smooth.
Wait a second. You took a breath. Could you take this shot…seductively?
You glanced back at Saizo, noting that he still seemed to be keeping an eye on you, although he seemed to be paying attention to Oichi’s attempts to woo Yukimura.
“Okay, Okay Shige. I’ll do it. I will take this shot with you.” You licked up the side of your hand, doing your best to appear alluring, following it with a sprinkle of salt.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He counted down from three and you quickly tilting it back, enjoying the salty sour that followed.
“Ah.” You huffed in victory, sitting the empty shotglass on the table.
“We did it!” He cheered happily, offering you his hand, which you promptly high fived.
And then your phone vibrated.
“Hm?” You pulled it out, looking at the message, eyes wide.
Meet him outside?
You glanced up, sure enough Saizo was gone. A soft flush covered your cheeks. Ah, was he serious? You looked back at Oichi. She was fine, and if Yukimura was as chivalrous as you had been led to believe he’d certainly keep her out of trouble for at least an hour.
“Er, excuse me.” You put your hand out, trying to stifle the visions of him that filled your head.. “I…um…look I came here with someone and I need to get back to them, I really do. So…Er.” You took a step away, and then another. “It was nice talking to you Shigezane,really, but I do have to go.” All the while Shigezane watched you and the blush crawling up your face, a wide grin on his own features.
And you walked away from him, just like that.
“Good luck!” He called after you, making you shake your head in embarrassment.
The things you did to get some.
You found yourself stepping outside before you even realized you had allowed your feet to carry you there.
Where was he?
“Ah, little lady.” You felt his lips at your ear, the lace of amusement through his voice. “Your date not going so well?” His tone had changed, the amusement gaining a darker sound, what was it?
“Date?” You turned to him, look up at him in open confusion. “Oichi and I aren’t-” Oh wait, he hadn’t seen you with her had he? He’d seen you with Shigezane, and you were sure that Oichi had been nice enough to not divulge your presence.
“So she’s with you then? I should have known.” Saizo pulled away from you, studying your features with a practiced eye. “The same glitter.” He ran a thumb over your cheek, smearing her hard work with clear intention.
“Mmm, yeah. That is her niche.” You replied, before getting back to the point. “I wasn’t on a date. As if I would-”
“As if you would ever, what? Have a little fun.” He was smirking at you, drawing you closer to him with his hands at your hips. “That wasn’t the impression I got.”
A dangerous thought crossed your mind: had he been jealous? Was he jealous?
“Shigezane was just providing me some much needed alcohol.” You countered, allowing your body to press against his. “After all, I needed to recover, to have a little fun, as you said.”
“Oh so the little dog has a name?” Your eyes widened at the gleam in his eyes, decidedly possessive. You decided to press your luck.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous, Professor.” You lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, only to have him grab it, bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your pulsepoint. You drew in a breath sharply as he sank his teeth into the spot, drawing a mewl of pain from your lips.
“What exactly are you trying to do, little lady?” He was frowning at you and you felt your body shiver against his. A brief trickle of adrenaline pumped through your veins as you waited on his next move. He had you pressed against the rough brick of the wall behind you, leaving you very literally at his mercy.
“Depends.” You all but whispered, angling your face to where your lips were almost touching his. You were feeling risky. “On what I can get you to do to me.” Yes, you had missed it, the pressure of his body against yours, the scent of his cologne, the wild intoxication that flooded your blood whenever he touched you.
He pulled away from you instantly, leaving you breathless with anxiety. Oh fuck.You’d fucked up. Just like that, you’d ruined it. You were completely out of line, oh goodness. This was good while it lasted. Why were you this way?
“Stop.” His voice cut through you and you snapped your eyes up to his face. His eyes, like the color of dried blood, seemed to see into your very soul. It was like he could read your racing thoughts. “Like always, you started this and you’re going to finish it.” He reached out, grasping your bruised wrist.
“I suggest you come with me, unless you want me to fuck you up against this brick wall.” Oh, nevermind, you had not fucked up. His voice seemed hoarse and heavy-laden with desire, and you were once again hooked.
You allowed him to pull you with him, ignoring the sharpness of his grip, a sort of relief building in you as he pushed you into the backseat of a car, shoving his lips against yours. Your nails dug into the material of the seat underneath you as you scrambled for purchase to steady yourself. Still he didn’t let up, all but straddling you, one of his hands already snaking into your jeans. You arched your back, pressing closer to him as he stroked you through your underwear. You could hardly breathe, stars spinning in your vision.
“Saii-Saizo” You allowed yourself to fall back, staring up at him as your chest rapidly rose and fell. “Please.” you were begging, wriggling against him, crying out for more. He untangled himself from you, a pleased smirk on his face as your low whine of displeasure.
“We have to be quick about this.” his long fingers easily undid and pulled down your pants and underwear, letting them gather at your ankles. You finished the job for him, kicking them off. “I’m not sure about your friend, but dear little Yukimura can’t bear to be left alone for that long.” His tone was teasing, even as he gripped your hips, turning you over in one smooth motion. “On your knees, little lady.” Oh that tone.
“He seemed flustered.” You conceded, firmly planting your hands on the seat, following his instructions. “But if Oichi gets her way, he’ll be busy for a hot minute at least.” You laughed softly, an easy sound, failing to note the way his eyes softened at the sound or the lightness of his touch as he caressed your skin.
“If I would have known his virtue was in danger, I would have left him there and gone to ruin yours a bit sooner.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve already ruined my virtue, sir.” Your voice caught at the last note as he thrust a finger inside of you.
“I believe we freely offered that, didn’t we?” He added another finger, crooking the digits inside of you, making you whimper.
“Y-Yes.” You weren’t sure if you were replying to him or begging him for more. “Yes, Saizo”
“Why are you always so eager to please?” His question didn’t warrant a response, and you both let it hang in the air. But he didn’t stop there. “So eager for my touch. ” You nodded, a mumbled cry of pleasure tumbling from your mouth.
He removed his fingers, leaving you feeling hollow. “But there is more that you want, isn’t there little lady?” He unbuckled his belt, and briefly the car was filled only with the sound of his undressing.
Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath. This little game of cat and mouse has extended far beyond what you had thought it would. An odd feeling seemed to bubble up like a wellspring inside of you.
Affection, adoration, feelings that you did not want to put names to right at this moment.
His hands roughly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he pulled you to him, making you hiss as the sharp moment.The feeling of him being inside you was so good. Just so good.
One of his hands wound through your hair, tugging you back as the other one kept a steady hold on your hip. The painful tug bringing a pleasured gasp to your lips, followed by a moan.
“H-Harder” You keened, as he pulled you closer to him, leaning over you to sink his teeth into your neck. “M-More, please.” You could hear his breathing in your ear, a comforting sound, and your body shivered. Goodness, you loved him.
Oh shit. You loved him.
And more than just a little bit.
His thrusts were hard, fast, his intention clear. There was a clear desperation in the atmosphere, perhaps brought about by absence, perhaps by something else. You were already so on edge. He seemed to take you apart so fast, so easily.
Still time seemed relative. With him there was never enough time, you never had enough. You were insatiable.
Your eyes opened, and your shallow breathes turned to pants. A sound not unlike a sob left your throat as you reached your climax, a tidal wave of emotions cascading over you. Tears threatened to brim in your eyes as you felt him stiffen, heard the low moan leave his throat, his warmth filling you.
“A-ahhh.” You whimpered as he pulled out, your whole body trembling. He noticed your weakness helped you over, lying you flat on your back again.
“You’re a pretty little mess.” He dressed himself quickly, letting you catch your breath. His gaze never once left your face, even as you pulled your clothes back on, sitting up in the car. His look lingered long enough to the point where you had to look away, feeling bashful under his gaze.
“I thought we were over that.” He pulled you back to him, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. “It’s odd for someone who was moaning so wantonly before to be so shy after the fact.” He chuckled, openly the door to the car, pulling you out with him. That only made you blush harder.
“It doesn’t seem like your Yukimura came looking for you.”
“No, it doesn’t.” He trailed a hand down your neck. “Lucky us.”
Right, lucky you.
An awkward moment passed, before you shrugged, stepping away.
“I guess I should go find Oichi.” You sighed, glancing at him. “Oh, and Professor, can I schedule an appointment for this week?”
“To what do I owe the honor, little lady?” His tone was dry, like he could already see where this was going.
“Just academic issues, sir.” You smiled at him, a mischievous look.
“Come during office hours.” he pressed a finger to your forehead. “And without the scent of dog clinging to you.”
Oh he had been jealous.
He turned on his heels, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.
“I’ll see you around.”
Oichi took one look at you after you finally found her, still in the bar, and groaned.
“Oh come on! How did you manage to get laid?”
“It was the glitter. Oichi.” You giggled, pulling her into a hug. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”
Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.
Warning: mentions of suicide, cussing, depression, panic attack
Thomas was awoken the next morning by the blinding beams of sun the peeped through the curtains and right into his face. It was the last way he wanted to be woken up. He’d rather been woken up by having Alexander talk his ear off. But, he wasn’t awake yet. Thomas unraveled his arm from around one kid so he could turn to Alexander.
i want you all to know that i love eren jaeger very much. happy late birthday my beautiful boy and happy season two to the rest of us!
special thanks, as always, to @baegerbombtastic, who reads my garbage whenever i send it, regardless of what we were talking about at the time, and thank you to @ereriere for telling me i’m not a failure for taking too many months to post this.
Pairing: Eren/Levi Verse: Let There Be Light (a prince au) Rating: T (but E for last chapter) Summary: Stillness hits the dancefloor with all the weight of a
summer storm, ending just as suddenly as it had started, and the index and
middle finger of the Queen Regent’s right hand are pressed to Eren’s throat,
her left pressed to the crook of her own elbow, while Eren’s fingers are curled
around her wrist. It’s a scene from a fable that Levi had never retained over
his decade of royal service, though Isabel had told it to him more times than
The Queen drops her arms when silence settles back over the ballroom,
dropping into a curtsy modest enough for a Regent but deep enough to show
gratitude—and the marble beneath Levi’s feet vibrates with applause. Nobles ten
paces in front of him chatter back and forth in languages he doesn’t know, but
some words are familiar, if only because of the context.
Prince. Regent. Beautiful.
Levi wants to agree, can feel the force of it climbing onto
his tongue, scraping the insides of his cheeks.
When he looks back toward the center of the ballroom, he
finds Eren’s eyes on him.
(Sorry that it took me a while to get to this. If you send me a writing prompt and I don’t respond, rest assured I will get to it eventually)
46. Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
The wrench slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor.
Cisco rubbed his hands together briskly, trying to warm them up and get some
feeling in his fingers, and then mentally cursed Central City for being a
literal meat locker. It was almost April, for crying out loud. April meant
flowers and baby birds, not hypothermia. As if the freak cold front weren’t
enough, the STAR Labs furnace- Calvin, he’d nicknamed it -had finally given up
the ghost. It was about zero degrees and his hands were too cold and stiff to
fix anything. It was even more freezing down in the basement.
“Space heater,” he mumbled to himself, and headed for the stairs,
hands deep in his coat pockets. He emerged in the empty Cortex- everyone had
gone home, except for Caitlin, who was in her lab. The space heater was also
noticeably absent. Caitlin must have taken it. Well, that just gave him an
excuse to send her home. The amount of time she’d spent holed up working in her
lab was crossing the border into concerning territory. Still hugging himself,
he slogged over to Caitlin’s lab and pushed through the door without knocking.
He could see the top of her head over her office chair, which was
facing away from him. “Hey Cait,” he called, loudly, so that she would hear him
through her work fugue.
She glanced back at him with wide, startled eyes. “Cisco,” she said,
her voice a few semitones higher than usual.
She was hunched over her desk and she looked pale and tired. “You
should go home,” he said. “It’s late and it’s cold.”
She didn’t move. “You should leave, too,” she said, turning her
face away from him again.
“Yeah, but I’m the guy who’s gonna fix our archaic furnace.
There’s no point in you freezing your butt off when you could be home in your
nice, heated apartment. Which brings me to my request.” He
darted around the side of her desk to face her. “Have you seen the-”
He stopped dead. Caitlin was curled up in her office chair in a
STAR Labs sweatshirt that dwarfed her, two or three blankets piled on her lap,
and- his breath hitched in his throat -her hair was white and her lips were
blue. His brain caught up, filling in the details he’d failed to miss-
everything on this side of her desk was covered in a thin layer of frost,
including the apparently defunct space heater in the corner.
Okay, y’all remember that snippet from last night, right? Welp, it turned into a mini series also. And let’s face it, Team Ambrose… Our boy needed a story like this. Hang on to your asses because this is gonna be kind of angsty to start with? Oh and for anyone patiently waiting on smut, I warn you now, this will be another slow burn.
Dean x Original Character, possible hints of Finn x Original Character with a Dean x OC endgame, (maybe?? who knows??). mini series based on the song Mad Love anyone? With a dash of movies No STrings attached and Friends with benefits thrown in?
two stubborn people in love, angst, steamy eventual smut, use of an original character!!!! and I’ll add to the warnings as needed.
…………….You took a knife to my heart And cut out the rational parts…….. I knew that you were just misunderstood;;
He sat up and
started to re dress and I bit my tongue. No strings attached means
exactly that.. No strings. No commitment. No laying around in each
others arms for hours after a night like tonight, watching the
candles flicker on the walls while you whisper things to each other.
The fact that I felt something for him meant nothing. There was
nothing I could do about it because we both agreed to all this months
ago after that first wild and passionate night.
But it didn’t mean
I had to like it.
It didn’t mean I
couldn’t wish and hope that maybe one day, he’d change his mind,
maybe he’d want more. Even though I knew going in that he wouldn’t.
“Yeah.” I answered, biting my lip, hesitating. I
almost leaned in for a kiss, I almost asked him to stay but instead,
I kept quiet.
I heard the door
closing downstairs as he left and I just broke down.. I think I laid
there for at least two hours and I just sobbed. My phone rang and I
rolled over, answered it. “Becky, hey.”
“Did ye two ‘ave
“Ah thought ‘e
was comin over. Did ye talk to ‘im about how ya felt?”
“I.. I couldn’t.”
I rolled over onto my back, pulling the sheet up over me as I sighed
and twisted a strand of hair around my fingertip.
“And why da ‘ell
not? Do I needa talk to ‘im?”
I wiped away tears
and laughed quietly. “This isn’t like when we were kids, Becks.”
“Da ‘ell et
“I’m just gonna
end things I think.” and even as I said the words, it hurt. I felt
like I was stabbing myself in the heart. I loved him.
But I didn’t
honestly think that he could ever just settle and love me.
things is for da best.” Becky sighed, I could tell she didn’t
want to say it because she didn’t want to hurt me.. But Becky has
been my best friend since I was 14 and my mom moved me all the way to
Ireland because she remarried a military guy and we got the house
next door to Becky’s family.
Becky and I have
been through a lot together, she’s like the sister I never got to
right.” the words were spoken softly and tentatively and I wasn’t
even sure I’d be able to do it. “Maybe I do need to just end it.
Maybe it will be for the best.” I felt the tears coming again and
“Ah’m on m’way.
Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, right? And Sons of Anarchy?”
I managed a smile
and wiped at my eyes. “You don’t have to do that, Becks, it’s
Dean lingered at the
door for at least three minutes, staring back up the stairs. Deep
down he knew where he wanted to be, but that wasn’t what she
wanted.. If she wanted things to be different, he had to believe
she’d say something, she’d do something to make them different.
even if she did, you know ya wouldn’t ever be good enough for her…
and sooner or later, she’d run like hell… they all run like hell
when ya get too intense. The taunting of his mind was another big
reason he found himself walking out the door and driving away.
When he got home, he
poured himself a good measure of Jack and he slammed it back, feeling
the bitterness and the burn as it made it’s way down his throat.
“Maybe I oughta avoid her a while.. Stop doin this every single
time one of us is a little too lonely. Because the more it happens,
the more I don’t wanna leave at the end and I can’t fuck up
He flopped down onto
his bed and took a long and deep breath and he made up his mind..
Rather than try, rather than completely fuck something up, he was
going to stop their little arrangement, he was going to avoid her and
he was going to do his best to move past it, save her from the misery
that he was a lot of the time.
It was just better
[ two weeks later Kristina]
“And now we know..
All I was to him was a convenient piece of ass whenever he wanted. I
mean look at him over there, laughing and smiling and not caring..
Meanwhile, I’m over here and I feel like I’m dying.” I shook my
head and sighed bitterly, signaling for another mixed drink. Becky
eyed me with a raised brow and I raised my glass. “To getting over
She eyed me and we
clinked glasses and I slammed the drink back and stretched, eyes
darting around the crowded club.
I wasn’t expecting
my eyes to find his and I wasn’t expecting him to already be
staring at me. I quickly dropped my gaze and feigned interest in the
countertop in front of me as I fought back tears again.
“Maybe ye needed
ta. Ah mean et’s been two weeks and he hasn’t called, hasn’t
tried talkin to ya.” Becky eyed me and I nodded. “It’s just..
Harder than I thought it would be, okay? I’m fine, I swear. I just
have to work through this, I have to stop wanting what we were never
going to be in the first place.”
“Want me ta go
over and beat his arse?” Finn asked as he glared at Dean and all I
could do was shake my head no. “Guys, I love you both but it’s
over.. Just let it go. He didn’t do anything to me, okay? I fucked
up.. I got attached and I knew that’s not what he wanted. It’s
better this way.”
Even as I said the
words out loud, I knew I didn’t mean them. For him, yeah it’s
better.. For me, not so much. I still feel like this is going to kill
me..But friends with benefits only means that.. And he pretty much
said a time or two he wasn’t cut out for an actual relationship..
And I know I’m not.
[two weeks later –
“She was fuckin
usin me. Can we stop discussin it now, huh?” Dean slammed his fist
down on the tabletop, earning him a raised brow from Jimmy and Jey.
Naomi shook her head, sipping her drink as she mused aloud, “You
are both messy. This stuff does not work. I mean they made an
entire movie about why this very thing never works, Dean. One
of you always wants more in the end.” as she toyed with the straw
in her drink and stared down her husband’s friend. Jimmy nodded
with her in agreement and told Dean, “My woman’s got a point.
Have you even tried talkin to her though?”
“What the hell
would I wanna do that for, huh? If she wanted more she woulda tried..
snorted and Dean glared. Naomi went on to explain, “She wouldn’t
if she was afraid that asking for what she really wanted meant she’d
lose you, you stupid assface. We’re not like y’all, okay?
There’s emotions attached in sex for us. All I know is when we were
all in NXT, man… She looked at you like you were the best thing
“She did not.
Didn’t even know who I was until we got off our face drunk and
kinda slept together that first time.” Dean insisted, finding
himself staring across the bar as he sipped his Jack Daniels and
tried to fight the urge he had, he wanted to walk over to her so
badly he could taste it.
“You really are
blind as fuck.” the twins snorted in laughter and Dean eyed them,
then looked back at Kristina, shaking his head. If she really wanted
him, she’d have cracked by now, called or something. She wouldn’t
be out at a bar with Balor and Lynch having drinks.
Just the fact that
she was even friends with Finn Balor was enough to make the most
primal jealousy surge through him and lately, it had only gotten
worse. Lately, Kristina never seemed to be anywhere without Becky or
Finn and Sami.
gonna want my ass for anyway. She’s got that guy.” Dean gestured
to Finn and Jimmy and Jey shared a laugh.
“You do know he’s
dating some other girl, right?”
“Dean, just hush
now before I tape your mouth shut.” Naomi shook her head and
finished off her drink as Jey mused aloud, “One of you should at
least try to say something about what happened.. If you want more.”
Dean practically growled the words, even knowing that as he said them
they were a complete lie. He wanted more.
(A/N: Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs! The amount of support my imagines are getting is absoloutely amazing! Thank you so much, y’all are amazing! xx)
Newt bowed his head, not daring to meet your eyes while you stared at him intensely, waiting for an answer. “I didn’t meant to ignore you-” he started saying. “I just- you changed the Sorting Hat’s mind.”
“I didn’t.” You replied, sighing.
“(Y/n) everyone heard your conversation. W-when you said that you didn’t want to be in Hufflepuff I kind of wondered if you believed all the rumors and hate that we got.”
“But I don’t.” You replied forcefully. “I chose Slytherin because I needed to make my family proud.” You admitted, bowing your head. “We’re such a proud family of Slytherins, I can’t bear it if I’m the only one that’s not.”
Silence dragged on between the two of you for what seemed the longest time- until Newt cleared his throat and said, “Y-you know, there’s nothing wrong with being both. You can be cunning and patient-that’s what makes us unique.”
You lifted your head slightly up and dragged your eyes upwards to meet Newt’s only to say, “I’m taking this as your apology, you know.” in a serious tone, causing Newt to chuckle.
As your years in Hogwarts progressed, you found yourself enjoying school a lot more. With Newt’s friendship not only did you gain more friends from the Hufflepuff house, but you started building up a sort of truce between the houses.
You liked to think of it as “friendship running deeper than blood,” on numerous occasions, because truth be told, that phrase was practically your life. In fact, you considered some of your friends from Hogwarts family, and would’ve gladly preferred them than your own family.
When your parents first heard of the “truce” that was happening between the Houses, they did everything but blow up in your face. “I’m so glad you’re not part of it, (y/n).” they would say, “Don’t taint our family honor by being friends with Mudbloods.”
Each time they brought it up, you couldn’t help but cringe at their bitter words.
Whenever you were home, you were always surprised by Newt sending you letters with his family owl, Castro. Despite you coming from a wealthy family, you often felt like you were trapped within your house walls, kind of like a bird in a golden cage.
His letters always gave you comfort and at one point, your father even asked who that strange bird was that kept on delivering letters. You didn’t want to say, but your father was a frightening man, so with a slight tremor in your voice, you said, “His name is Newt Scamander.”
The relief that hit your face when your father hummed and nodded in responce was immense. “That young boy must really like you if you’re talking every day.”
“Dad,” you warned, “let’s not go there.”
“You’re doing your mother and I so proud, (y/n),” he said, “especially since you’re sticking with our family traditions of liking only Pureblood Slythrins.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle nervously, “ ‘course dad.” you replied, “no problem.”
It wasn’t until your sixth year in Hogwarts that Newt would be brought up again in your household- and it wasn’t for the better. Your birthday was coming up in a few days and you weren’t the most excited for it.
Your parents were throwing you a “Small” party and you were dreading every single moment of it.
Currently you and your parents were having breakfast and they kept asking you if there was anyone you wanted to invite from school and you were quick to shake your head. “Nope,” you replied smoothly, “can’t say I do.”
“Even that Newton boy?” asked your mother, and you eyes widened.
“Nope.” you replied, hoping it wasn’t obvious that your heart was racing, “we haven’t talked in awhile,” you lied, “I doubt he’s going to want to come.”
Your parents hummed in response, but grinned at you when you heard your house door open and close loudly. One of your house elves walked up to your table and said in a low voice, “Master Scamander has arrived.”
“Scamander?” you asked, turning to look behind the house elf, and as soon as you saw Newt’s friendly face, you knew you were royally screwed.
“Hi!” he said, “It’s a real pleasure to be here, thank you for inviting me.”
Before you could even say anything your father stood up and shook hands with the Hufflepuff, while you screamed in your head. “Nonesense!” chuckled your father, “It’s a real treat to finally meet one of (y/n)’s friends from Slytherin!”
“Actually,” said Newt, with a polite smile on his face, “I’m from Hufflepuff.”
“Of course you are,” your father chuckled, “and I’m a Gryffindor. Make yourself comfortable Newt, I’m sure (y/n) can lead you up to our guest room.”
Turning to look at you, Newt continued to smile, “that sounds lovely.”
Suddenly you had four pairs of eyes (if you included your House Elf) staring at you expectantly. So you cleared your throat and stood up, “right this way.” you said blantly as you walked past Newt and gripped his arm tightly, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy staying with us.”
As soon as the both of you were clear from your parents you turned around with your eyes wide and stared at Newt. “Why are you here?” you whispered harshly, “It’s not that I don’t want you here- but I really don’t want you here right now.”
“Wow,” Newt replied, “hello to you too (y/n).”
You couldn’t help but sigh and roll your eyes. Out of all the times Newt could’ve released sass, he chose now. “Now’s not the time!” you whispered again, “Newt- they’re not going to like the fact that you’re in Hufflepuff.”
“What difference does it make that I’m not from your house?” asked Newt, his eyebrows furrowed in question.
Before you could say anything however, a deep voice from the stairs said, “What do you mean you’re not in our house?” and as you turned your head, your eyes widened slightly at your father’s figure, his eyes glowing with suspicion.
“Are you not a Slytherin, young man?”
“Dad-” you interrupted, stepping in front of Newt, “that’s no way to treat our guest. Why don’t we let him settle in before you drown him in questions.”
Your father stared at you intensely, “Is he in Slytherin?” he asked again and you couldn’t help but purse your lips tightly and look down, your eyes glued to the ground.
“I’m a Hufflepuff.” said Newt suddenly, “I- I met (y/n) our first year and we’ve been friends since.”
“A Hufflepuff-” replied your father, his voice getting louder by the second, causing you to fiddle with your hands nervously, “In my house? (Y/n) you said you were making us proud- not tainting what we stand for!”
In the moments that your father said those words, you couldn’t help but snap. “I never said anything about making you proud. You were the one that said that.”
“Next you’re going to tell me that you’re friends with Mudbloods!” cried your father again.
“So what if I am?” you retorted, your hands flying up, “There’s nothing wrong with being different! The only one that seems to think otherwise is you and mom!”
“I can’t believe my own child would do this to me- to our legacy!” cried you father again as he turned around.
You couldn’t help but look down in disappointment, this was precisely what you tried to avoid your first year- your father being disappointed in you. Suddenly you felt someone take your hand and when you looked up, you saw Newt’s face.
“Do you remember what I said to you in the Room of Requirement?” he asked quietly.
DM: You follow a long set of stairs deep under the keep. When you come out, you find yourself in a small room, maybe 10’ by 10’ at the most. (The enemy) is standing in the middle, as if he’s been expecting you. The most noticeable thing about the room is that it reeks of gas.
Sorc: I cast fireball.
DM: …that has a 20’ radius.
DM: In a 10’ x 10’ room full of gas.
Sorc: I know, I know. I’m casting fireball!
Thief: Can you… maybe not?
Sorc: I AM CASTING FIREBALL.
Thief: /groans and puts his head on the table/
DM: …okay well we’ll pick this up next week when I write a new story. Roll new characters in the meantime.
Thief: YOU CAST A FIREBALL IN A ROOM OF GAS THAT WAS SMALLER THAN THE RADIUS OF THE SPELL!
Warning: Some swears and mentions of past bullying.
Summary: You and Simon have never seemed to get along - even though you guys have the same friend group. You never understood why he hated you so much but when you get asked out by someone - it becomes pretty clear.
Author’s Note:I hope you enjoy! I made this long due to the fact I haven’t uploaded at all this week! Enjoy :)