.: Darkness Falls :.

AU: SEAN TRAVERS 30 ○ DEATH EATER ○ IRELAND ASSISTANT HERBOLOGY PROF

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Beautiful Creatures.

[missxmarlene]

Marlene has had sex with her share of men, but she’s never been in bed with someone who could distract her with mere words like Sean could. Before he was even touching her she was practically a goner with the anticipation of what he’d do. Along with that she’s also never been in bed with someone selfless like him. He’s never really asked her for anything in return for how much he pleasured her. She wasn’t complaining of course because she enjoyed his want to pleasure her far too much, but it surprised her.

The movements of his tongue along her clit brought another moan from her lips. As he spoke she held him by his hair there, making sure he couldn’t in fact pull away from her. “Just this.” For now, that is. “Fuck, Sean…Your bloody tongue is going to drive me mental.” The words came out in a breathless moan. It wasn’t long however until she felt her orgasm start to build and with his relentless motions she soon came in his mouth. Her hands dropped from his hair onto the bed, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she blinked up at the ceiling.

She was going to tell him that she wanted him to fuck her now, like they did last night. Memories of them on the bar played through her head again and as much as she enjoyed that she decided to change it. After catching her breath she opened her eyes, her gaze shamelessly moving over his body once again. “Get on your back, love.” She said the word just to tease him seeing as he’s called her it a few times, but her whole tone was teasing as she smirked at him. “Let me repay the favor this time.” She was almost cheeky as she winked at him now, her tongue moving slowly over her lower lip.

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Sean was always a giver, although, he could definitely be domineering for his own pleasure. It was ironic how much he enjoyed satisfying his partners though, considering his upbringing. Or maybe it was perfectly logical since he never got the praise he sought from his parents. It was strange sometimes how certain things affected the growth and mindset of a person. What they crave and how they view things. Problem solve. Even unaware. Sean never asked or demanded approval outright, but some of his actions spoke for him, even if he wasn’t aware of it himself.

His smug grin returned once again as his actions were met with moans and her body urged him onward in different ways. “That’s the idea, love,” he groaned and with it his grin left, too turned on to maintain that smug demeanor of his. His pace became relentless and her orgasm was soon to follow, aiding her in riding it out. He placed a kiss at her inner thigh before his expression turned devious at her demand. Especially with the playful use of ‘love’ as he customarily did for endearment.

He settled back on the bed comfortably, legs parted lazily. His gaze never left hers, a slow-burning fire within his own blues. They’d darkened considerably with his current state, his hunger for her. He bit his lower lip as she deliberately ran her tongue along her own, near desperate to run his tongue along it as well. “Yer gonna be me undoin’ ‘ren’t ya? Ye Siren álainn.” He cooed.

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Beautiful Creatures.

[missxmarlene]

A small smirk tipped up on her lips at his groan. There was something about knowing that she could get to a man with a few easy movements and sounds. Though he was doing the exact same thing to her. Driving her mental practically, but that was only because Marlene had been thinking about having him naked ever since she saw him walk out of  the bar the night before. If she wasn’t working she would have gone for round two, but she assumed the wait will be worth it.

Marlene watched him kiss down her body, though she was really only paying attention to watch him take off the remainder of his clothes. His shirt was already off because she had him take it off before they even ate, but her gaze moved over his body as the rest of his clothes disappeared. She did not bother to hide the appreciation in her gaze as she took him in, figuring Sean knew well enough that he was a very attractive man. He was egotistical enough and Marlene was sure she wasn’t the first female in the world to find him attractive.

As he started to pull off her clothes she helped him do so just to get them off faster, pushing them onto the floor when they were finally off. The air was cool, but she did not feel cold. Marlene felt anything but, especially as Sean ran his hand over her thigh. His touch felt like fire against her skin and shivered at the contact, but she didn’t want him to stop. Him stopping was the last thing on her mind. Her gaze flickered to meet his when he spoke and she didn’t answer him at first, merely waiting in anticipation for him to continue to touch her. The teasing contact brought another moan from her lips and she wanted to ask his for more, but other than her heavy breathing and and a few moans she didn’t say anything.

Even when he pushed two fingers inside of her and stopped she didn’t say a work, merely whimpering at the brief lost of contact. It wasn’t until he took her clit in his mouth she finally spoke. “Yes. Fuck. Like that.” Each weird was practically moaned as she tore her gaze away from the erotic scene in front of her, closing her eyes as her head rest back against the pillows. As his tongue started to fuck her she couldn’t exactly stay still, so she moved her hips to the rhythm of his tongue. She reached down, her fingers tangling into his hair. It was to give her something to hold onto and to make sure he wouldn’t move. “Don’t stop…” she whispered, chewing on her lower lip.

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There was something to be said about appreciating someone with one's eyes. The journey they traveled, the imperfections they found. The stories told. He'd admired Marlene the previous night but he still marveled at her naked form as she did his own. Mutal attraction was a funny thing, how it prompted actions and reactions otherwise unacceptable. Otherwise left to the imagination and nothing more. Sean would've been a liar if he'd said he hadn't been fantasizing about her since the previous night. And had it gone differently, his thoughts might have been of other things instead.

The Irishman hummed, a small moan of his own as he tasted her. Her continued moaning of his name had him twitching for her, throbbing for her. Especially as her hips began to move in time with him, seeking that sweet release he was determined to bring her to. “Wouldn’t dream of leavin’ ya to fend for yerself, love..” he murmured before continuing as she wanted. With his free hand he took hold of himself and stroked, needing the stimulation. Another moan came from him and he picked up his pace.

"What else do ye want?" His voice was husky with desire, taking time to drag his tongue up her center to circle her clit again and suck. He'd bring her to release any which way she wanted, as many times as she wanted. In bed, Sean was always a giver. He aimed to satisfy. “Feck, Marlene..” He breathed, a slight needy whine to his voice. His tongue returned to her core and dipped in again, as far as he could.

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[alishenciya]

Hogwarts subjects | Herbology

Herbology is the study of magical and mundane plants and fungi, making it the wizarding equivalent to botany. Herbology is a core class and subject taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in which students learn to care for and utilize plants, learn about their magical properties and what they are used for. Many plants provide ingredients for potions and medicine, while others have magical effects of their own right.

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Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.

Alan Keightley (via cerceos)

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Beautiful Creatures.

[missxmarlene]

Marlene looked up at the ceiling as his hands continued to torture her, but she pressed her lips together not to make a sound. She wasn’t sure whether laughter or another moan was threatening to spill from her lips because between the grinding of his hips between her legs, his teeth nibbling at her skin, and him tickling her, both were completely believable. However she merely sighed, squirming slightly underneath him since she couldn’t exactly get up seeing as he was on top of her. Though, Marlene did not want to get up and was rather quite content with him on top of her.

Once his touches changed into more of a seductive manner her body stilled and she closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of his hands running over her bare skin. When Sean spoke a cheeky smirk turned up on the corners of her lips. “Love, I don’t beg for anything. You’re going to be awfully disappointed,” she murmured playfully, though as she spoke she lifted her hips a little as she rolled them against his. The feeling of his erection pressed between her legs was enough to make her moan again and all she could focus on was the thought of their clothes not being in the way anymore.

She was going to tell him that if he did something else there was a chance she was going to hit him, though perhaps not those exact words. Something along the lines of this wasn’t allowed to stop, but before she could open her mouth to speak the words he leaned down and she was then distracted when he took her earlobe into her mouth. It took her a moment or two to process his words. “Just touch me,” she murmured, her hands going to his hair to pull at the soft strands.

After her shirt was pushed up and he cupped her breasts underneath her bra she moaned, arching her back to push breasts into his touch a little bit more. Soft moans were leaving her lips until he kissed her, putting her sounds to halt. Though when he pulled back she almost whimpered until his lips wrapped around a nipple and she instead moaned his name. Her fingers tightened further into his hair and she rolled her hips against his. Her focus was only on the pleasure he was giving her, nothing other than what was happening on her mind. “Take off your clothes,” she whispered, wanting her own off as well just to feel more of his skin against her’s.

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This was far more enticing than talking about anything. He chuckled at her retort but it tapered off into a groan when she rolled her hips upward, ending in almost a whine at how tight his clothing had become. Luckily, he managed to distract himself from his own aching problem with the feel of her and noises she was making. However, none of it helped to bring him relief - her reactions to his ministrations, and her series of moans. Especially the moaning of his name. He’d never get over that.

Sean didn’t need to be told twice. He never needed to be told twice. So he complied with her demand, trailing kisses down her stomach as he worked at undoing his pants. Soon he was free of them and his boxers and he immediately proceeded to help her in ridding herself of her clothing as well. He then situated himself between her legs, running a hand up the top of one thigh, thumb grazing over her slick center in a teasing manner.

“How do ye want me to touch ya, Marlene?” He purred, trailing his thumb back over her center, applying a minuscule amount of pressure as he did. “Like this?” Sean replaced his thumb with his fingers, taking his time as he circled her clit then rubbed between her folds, a hum rumbling in his chest. “This?” His eyebrows raised as he continued his seductive teasing, sliding a finger inside of her, followed by a second. He was all-too proud his likely unbearable sass and and torment. Pleased with himself and his...skills. His audacity.

Travers moved his fingers in and out at a slow pace, curling them just so at varying intervals. Though it was short-lived and he abruptly removed them. “Or this?” He finally asked in a husky tone before leaning down to enclose her clit within his mouth, flicking his tongue over it drawing random patterns and then sucking sensually. It wasn’t long until he dragged his tongue down between her folds and slipped it inside to taste her. Lapping at her, fucking her with his mouth. His thumb returned to give attention to her now-swollen bundle of nerves once again as well.

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Beautiful Creatures.

[missxmarlene]

If Marlene was right, she guessed that Sean wasn’t a big fan of talking…at least about the subject they were speaking about moments ago. She couldn’t blame anyone for not wanting to talk about problems they had in the past, especially if it had something to do with family. She was surprised he gave her the bit of information on his father all together because she probably wouldn’t have. He hardly knew her, but yet her told her. She wasn’t going to sit there and contemplate the reason behind why he told her, but she’d accept it and move on. He at least seemed to trust her beyond allowing her to come shag him, though that didn’t take much trust on anyone’s part.

So, she moved on and allowed herself to get lost in his body. Marlene much rather do that than get into a deep conversation about one’s traumatic past life. Not that she wouldn’t hear it if he wanted to tell her about it, but Marlene heard enough things with her job that she more or less did not want to hear about in the first place. She did want to get to know Sean though, so perhaps another time she’d bug him about his past. Another time when she was less distracted and perhaps sitting across the table from him so she couldn’t get distracted again.

When he didn’t so much as laugh when she tickled him Marlene pouted a bit, letting out a soft sigh. He didn’t seem too bothered with the fact that she intended on tickling him in the first place so she should have known, but he could have just said it to be stubborn like her. But before she could pout too much he flipped them over so she was pinned underneath him and she blinked up at him, chewing on her lower lip.

She tilted her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes as he trailed his lips slowly down her jaw and throat, much too slowly. Marlene allowed herself to be distracted as he rocked his hips against hers, moaning again. She knew if she was to undress he’d be able to feel just how turned on she was, but she was distracted by his hands moving underneath her shirt. As his fingers moved along her sides Marlene’s body jerked automatically in attempt to get away from his touch and she caught her lower lip between her teeth to keep from laughing. She didn’t say anything however and actually refused to make a noise in general just to be stubborn.

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Sean was fairly certain he'd never tire of hearing her moan. What an erotic sound it was. He had to hear more. He was growing desperate for more, for her. It was almost unnerving, though he was far too distracted to really think about it. Or anything else for that matter. A breathy chuckle left his lips against her neck at the involuntary motion of her body in response to his touch. He tormented her further as he sunk teeth into her skin, nibbling on her in a tantalizing way.

He was clearly turned on himself, straining uncomfortably within the confines of his jeans. He soothed the area he’d bitten with his tongue, dragging it in a lazy circular motion. Meanwhile he smoothed his hands out along her skin, running them in a more seductive manner, feeling every inch beneath his fingertips. “I’m gonna feck ya ‘til yer beggin’ me to stop,” he murmured before pulling back to grin wolfishly at her.

“Unless there’s somethin’ else ye’d rather be doin’...” He cocked a brow at her dubiously, feigning innocence almost. As if he hadn’t done a thing to provoke her. To tease her. But before he even gave her a chance to decide, he leaned down by her ear and whispered, “Tell me what ye want me to do, love,” he took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked. He ran his hands up her stomach and over her bra before drawing them back and slipping them under to cup her bare breasts, supple and warm within his delicate grasp.

Sean was done talking about anything other than his desire for her, hard-on throbbing relentlessly. He moved his mouth to cover hers hungrily, coaxing her lips apart with his needy tongue. His hands pushed her clothing upward, exposing her bare torso and breaking the kiss to take a nipple in his mouth followed by the other, sucking and licking the flesh as it swelled at the attention given to them.

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Beautiful Creatures.

[missxmarlene]

Her original plan was to just go into his bedroom with him, lay down on his bed, and cuddle up to him. Marlene told herself she wasn’t even going to kiss him because she knew that would more or less lead to her done more, especially if they were on his bed. But after the conversation of him and then Sirius she about ready to stop talking because she could only take so many serious conversations in one sitting.

So, Marlene grinned against his lips. She could snog him for hours and probably not get bored, but she knew it was going to lead to them losing clothes sooner or later. Whether it be because he wanted to move on with things or because she wanted to, Marlene knew it was going to happen. So before that happened she wanted to tease him just a little bit first. The thought even amused her.

She felt him pressed between her legs and she struggled not to just start taking off their clothes then. But instead she smirked slightly at him, continuing to roll her hips against his. It caused another breathy moan to escape from her lips, and even as he spoke to she continued the motion. However she did laugh when he said she was treading dangerously. She was having much too fun to care.

“I’m not,” she said matter of factly, but that was of course a lie. Marlene was in fact very ticklish, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. He’d have to find out for himself, but she intended to figure out whether or not he was first. With her lips still pressed against his neck she released his hands, trailing her fingers down his body before she tickled his sides.

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Sean had no actual plans, ideas, of course. But no real guidline to go by. He had all night and he only hoped she'd stay, even if only to repeat what they did the night prior. He hadn't given thought to much else. He didn't know how to really converse with her yet. It was all very...serendipitous thus far. As if they were familiar with one another. He'd never before experienced such an interaction with someone. Laying in his bed. Talking about his scars. His past. The past he's tried so hard to escape and bury.

Although, he rather liked the teasing and kissing. Preferred it even. It was simpler and more enjoyable than racking his brain for something to talk about other than himself, which he didn't really want to do anyway. If she prompted with more questions, he might be honest to a point. But he wasn't really openly willing to share much. Speaking of his father had been easier than he would've thought, considering how much he lied about it when he was younger. Maybe he was just tired. But the notion of getting close to her, lowering her guard, meant giving a little more than he was comfortable with. He was now telling himself it would all be worth it when he goes for her throat in the end. The utter surprise and betrayal. He'd savor it. It would be better than even Juliette.

A groan left him at the friction of her continued grinding. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to even want to try and talk about anything, mind muddled with his growing desire for her. He knew she was trying to rile him up, teasing. He didn't care. But once his hands were free (he could have freed them himself but he indulged her), he anchored her on top of him by her waist and raised his hips to meet her motions. He squirmed under her touch but didn't laugh, not particularly ticklish himself.

"Ye sure about that?" He cocked a brow at her and without warning, rolled them so he was pinning her down instead. His lips trailed infuriatingly slow across her jaw and down her throat. "Yer impossible to resist, Marlene..." He mumbled against her skin, hands moving beneath her shirt to ghost along her sides, wiggling his fingers just so to test her statement of not being ticklish. He rocked his hips down against her simultaneously. “Mm..” He hummed against her skin.

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Beautiful Creatures.

[missxmarlene]

After speaking she felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she didn’t feel as guilty as she did mere seconds ago. Well, Marlene never felt too guilty, but any thought that distracted her from the man she was laying beside was long gone. So she smiled against his lips, nipping at his lower one as she pressed her body against his when he pulled her closer. 

It was odd how easily she was able to get lost in a complete stranger, but perhaps not knowing someone is what made it easier. Finding someone who didn’t know you and the rest of your world allowed you a break from everything else that was normally going on and Marlene found herself not wanting to leave. If she could stay in bed with Sean and just shag him whenever she wanted she’d be completely alright with that without the distractions from other things that required her attention outside of his cabin.

So that’s what she decided to do. Get lost in him. The blonde girl rest her hand on his chest, feeling his warm skin against the palm of her hand. She let her hand travel down towards his stomach and stopped right before she touched his jeans, moving her hand back up again to slowly repeat the motion. As much as she wanted to Marlene didn’t want to shag him yet, well, that was actually a lie. She had more or less been thinking about shagging him since she first walked over to him when he was cutting wood.

Instead of pulling back just a little bit to pull of her shirt like she was tempted to she instead moved so she was on top of him, her lips never leaving his as she straddled his waist. Playfully, Marlene reached for his hands and pulled them up above his head and pinned them to the bed. A grin formed on her lips as she did it and she slowly rocked her hips against his until a moan spilled from her own lips. Though she was only doing this much to be a tease, and as she slowly pulled her lips away from his and trailed them down his neck she whispered, “Are you ticklish?”

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Sean wasn't really the type of person to lose himself in another. He lost himself in his work, whether it was work pertaining to herbology or the more gruesome work he did on his own. Really, he only felt completely free while killing. But he'd found it easy to get lost in Marlene last night. He hadn't thought about the reasoning though. He just couldn't get the image, smell, taste, and feel of her out of his head.

A rumble resonated in the back of his throat as she nipped his lip and trailed her hand over his chest and stomach, warm and teasing. He supposed it was easy to let go since she knew nothing about him. Since he had plans for her. Since he wanted to weasel his way into her life only to blow it apart later. He couldn't imagine it having to do with anything else.

Suddenly she rolled him onto his back and straddled his waist, a devious grin on his face at her taking charge. He didn't stop kissing her, getting a bit more worked up at the action even. Before he got the chance to place his hands on her hips, she'd taken hold of them and pinned them to the bed above his head. He growled when she rolled her hips down against him, causing him to twitch in his jeans. Her moan was far more erotic to him than he anticipated it to be so early on.

Then her lips were on his neck and Sean exhaled deeply, grinding his own hips up against her. Her question was almost lost on him with the teasing sensations Marlene was bombarding him with. "Hm..suppose yer just gonna 'ave to find out for yerself, love," he challenged, a breathy chuckle leaving him, now wondering the same of her. "'Re ye ticklish?" He quirked a brow, expression a mix of wicked curiosity and a slow-building desire to just tear her clothes off. He sighed, a sound almost needy. "Yer treadin' dangerously, Marlene," he teased, squirming just slightly beneath her.

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Of Monsters and Men || Solo

He had been avoiding it, facing his mother. Lorcan would never again unleash his wrath upon anyone. He wouldn’t be there to call the shots and decide what was worth his time and what was cause for punishment. He wouldn’t leave anymore scars. Unfortunately, his father was still alive though. In Azkaban. And this would all be put on Sean, for his mistake. Of all the scars his father had left, none were readily visible in a shirt. The man had been smart about his actions. He’d only left temporary bruises where visible. 

It was Isole that left the mark on Sean’s cheek.

It was her that gave him the mark to taint and reveal the truth. Lorcan was a monster of sorts, but Isole had to be one as well to survive the life…

He’d come home late, the manor entirely dark, hoping to slip in and grab some things and get out. His mother had been sitting in the great room near the stairs, flipping on the light the moment he turned from quietly closing the front door.

“Was wondering when you’d be making an appearance, darling,” came the voice of his mother, cold as ice even through the fake little smile she was donning.

Sean cleared his throat, chin inclined somewhat to regard her. 

“Don’t you look down on me like that.” She narrowed her eyes, rising to meet him, crossing the room with grace even despite the ire seeping from her tongue.

“Yes, ma’am.” He lowered his chin, looking at her through his lashes instead though there was no guilt present in his tone or bright blues.

“What did you do you?” Sean said nothing. A glimmer of a sneer flashed across Isole’s face before she repeated herself, “What have you done, Sean?”

“I made a mista-” 

“You’ve ruined the Travers name!” Isole raised her voice, cutting him off. 

“If anyone knew what really went on in this fecked up family. If they knew what ye let go on in this house-”  His reply was cut off by the sound of a smack as his mother backhanded him across the face. It rang out and echoed in the otherwise quiet house. Her ring had sliced his cheek but neither one reacted to it.

“You do not speak to me like that.”

Sean’s head was still turned to the side, jaw clenched, looking at his mother sideways. “No, I don’t speak at all, right? Lorcan does all the talkin’ an’ punishin’ while you stand by an’ watch.” He turned to face her again.

“You ungrateful child. We gave you everything and this is how you repay us?”

“Ye’ve turned me into a monster!” He finally raised his voice in return.

Isole laughed bitterly. “There’s power in fear. Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it. Like you’re not stronger because of it. We only gave you the tools, you’re the one responsible for your own actions.”

Sean blinked, lips curled into a sneer of his own, eyeing her distastefully. “Ya turned me into yerself..” 

She smiled, the tiniest of smiles. Isole never smiled. Sean blinked, uncertain. He’d never seen his mother quite like he saw his father and this was an interaction like none they’d ever had before. She was showing her true colors and for the first time, Sean was actually looking. “And you’ve squandered any opportunity you might have been given. You could have had it all. Take your things and get out.”

He wiped the blood trickling down his cheek before turning from her.

“And Sean?”

He stopped, tense as she came up behind him.

“Don’t come back.”

Sean only nodded and moved toward the stairs, halting once again as he reached the bottom step. “I should’ve left long ago.”

Isole laughed, unable to contain it. “You’re weak and pathetic. Go cry somewhere else and learn to choose your battles more carefully you stupid boy. You wouldn’t have survived this long without us. We carried you even when you were sorted into Gryffindor.”

“Ye both ‘ave had it out for me since that, huh?”

“You still could have gone far.”

“Is that what ya told ‘im before he beat me when I came back?”

“That’s what he told me.”

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Beautiful Creatures.

[missxmarlene]

Marlene played with a stray piece of thread on the blanket on the bed. She would never understand people who asked why someone was saying sorry rather than just accepting the apology. So with a simple shrug Marlene explained her reasoning. “That you’d have to go through that. When someone say they’re sorry it doesn’t always mean that they’re sorry for something that they did to you. Other times they could just be nice and say they’re sorry you went through a hard time in life.”

That was something her mum taught her from a young age and it stuck with Marlene ever since. She didn’t say sorry about things often, especially if it was because of something she did herself. Part of her was stubborn and she didn’t like to admit that she did something wrong enough to have to apologize for it. Her pride got in the way of that more than it should, but she apologized easier if it was about something indirectly that she didn’t really understand. It was selfishly easier than saying sorry for something she did.

Her gaze moved around the room and she looked back at him when he continued to speak and ask her why. He didn’t look entirely upset and part of her figured he wasn’t going to be, though she had no idea why. She seemed a little bit more upset with herself, though clearly not too much because Marlene still hadn’t bothered to move from her spot next to him on the bed. She really didn’t have any intentions to anytime soon either, unless things were to change.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting to shag anyone on the bar I work at last night. It was all kind of in the moment and I enjoyed it.” Marlene shrugged, not exactly sure how to explain the why of it all. Though when he said Sirius for her she raised an eyebrow, wondering how he could possibly know that. “You’re more than likely right,” she said, letting out a sigh. “Sirius is very nice. Annoying some of the time, but nice.” Marlene still didn’t get off the bed, though she did move closer to Sean and pressed her lips lightly to his. “I don’t know. I just know that you intrigued me and I’m enjoying it here. I just…needed to say it and I much rather snog you than continue to talk about it now.”

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Sean listened to her explanation, having never had anyone apologize to him for anything in his life. He never really understood forgiveness or feeling guilt really. He supposed he’d felt something for leaving Darcy the way he had. Not for doing it, but for the way he went about it. Not a word. His parents never apologized for mistreating him. And no one ever really knew for sure so they couldn’t feel sorry for him. Couldn’t pity him. And he was never sorry for the lives he took. He just didn’t understand the feeling, he guessed.

And Travers never felt as if he was wrong about anything. Sure, he got answers wrong for certain things, facts and trivia. But that was different than admitting defeat in problem-solving and everyday situations. About making choices. If he wasn’t right, he was simply learning how to solve the issue and ruling out conclusions. Merely coming to the right answer with a few detours.

How could he be upset with her? He never asked. He didn’t expect it upon walking into the Leaky, no, but he did find her attractive and wanted her regardless. He enjoyed himself and was glad to have her company again for the evening. Even if she should have been at home with someone else. 

Sean never had a problem being the other man in someone’s life. Good sex was good sex, regardless of the circumstances. He was never of any real importance to anyone he slept with, it was mutually understood so outside of that, what should he care what his partners did? Perhaps he just couldn’t comprehend what it was like. Maybe he was a little too broken. He must be. It wasn’t considered acceptable to go around murdering people in cold blood. And that was something he did and took pleasure in. 

The Irishman said and did nothing as she spoke of who she was with. He knew of the Blacks. He hadn’t spent much time with them, but they had a reputation in his household. Sirius was the black sheep, much like he’d been in his. His thoughts were interrupted as she moved closer to him. Full of surprises. He smiled, another of his rare sincere ones. “Yer quite fascinatin’ yerself, love.” Sean then clutched her hip and pulled her flush against himself, mouth capturing hers in a somewhat-needy fashion. “Mm.” He hummed, “can’t say I’d rather be doin’ anythin’ else meself now...”

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Beautiful Creatures.

[missxmarlene]

The silence of the room should have been unsettling, or anything really. As she cuddled up to him and stayed like that Marlene felt comfortable with the silence. It wasn’t awkward like it normally would, and it normally took a while of knowing someone to make silence be comfortable between two people. The fact that it happened so quickly was odd for some reason, but she didn’t question it. Part of her just wanted to stay like that and continue to trace her fingers over his chest, not bothering to do anything for the rest of the night.

She’d have to leave at some point, though she wasn’t sure when that was. Everyone thought she was at her parents house and she could more than likely be away for the entire night without anyone getting worried because it wasn’t uncommon for her to spend the night at her parents when she went to go visit them. Marlene pushed the thought of all of that out of her head and focused on what she was doing now.

When he spoke that it was from his father she raised a brow, though she bit back the curious look before it became too obvious. She was raised in a loving family herself, so it was hard for her to imagine something like that. She supposed some forms of discipline was common in Pureblood households, especially if they were strict. The McKinnon family wasn’t a prejudice family, especially since her father was the one who introduced her to muggle items. Her parents were almost overbearing when it came to loving their children, but she didn’t know any other way.

So the blonde nodded, not pulling away even when he flinched a bit because he didn’t tell her to stop or move away completely. “I’m sorry.” The words were a whisper as she met his gaze, leaning down and pressing her lips to the scar while she held his gaze the entire time. Once his hand was on her hip she then moved to press kisses along his neck and up towards his mouth, pausing just before their lips met. “I have a boyfriend.” She sighed, rolling over so she wasn’t touching him anymore. “I didn’t mean for last night to happen, but I don’t regret it did seeing as I wanted to come here.” She shrugged, looking up at the ceiling as she spoke before looking back at him. “But I’ve felt horrible that I haven’t said anything and…” Marlene trailed off, chewing on her lower lip almost nervously now.

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Silence was comfortable for Sean, regardless of who he was around. He lived with the sound of his own thoughts mostly, it seemed. He wasn’t so much content with it as he was used to it, he supposed. Although being comfortable with the silence of another was something else entirely. It wasn’t like sitting in the library reading or drinking a pint beside another bloke and not speaking. They weren’t just two people existing independently of another. It was a shared silence, together.

The notion would have been unsettling if he felt even slightly awkward. But given this was his cabin and thus his terms, he felt some semblance of control. That was enough to keep him calm, relaxed even. Knowing what was in store for her later also helped to ease him. Drive him. Opening up was just a way of manipulating her, gaining her trust. Normal people shared things, right? He could have lied, but it wasn’t like she’d be around for years to come to tell. To expose him.

Travers was an observant man. In his silence he did a lot of studying of people, of physical behavior in various situations. He also trained in fencing which made him alert and constantly anticipating the next move based on body language. He was only practiced in it in his childhood really, by no means an expert. But it helped and he did manage to glimpse the lift of her brow, but he was unable to discern what it was for, she held back instead.

Curious. He made no indication that he’d noticed though. He blinked at her apology, brow furrowing somewhat. “What for?” He didn’t understand the open apology. She hadn’t done this to him, it was his own fault. What did she have to be sorry about? He froze when her lips replaced her fingertip upon the scar, relaxing again when she moved along his neck, a hum resonating in the back of his throat. Just before her lips met his, she spoke. He remained as he was, not the least bit unnerved.

“I see... An’ yet, here ye ‘re wit’ me.” He gave her a quizzical look, from her eyes to her lips and back. He couldn’t help himself. “Why?” Though the look faded a moment later. “Yer better off wit’ him than meself, Marlene.” That was certainly true, though he wasn’t sure how seriously she’d take it knowing so little of him. “He not enough for ya?” It wasn’t meant to be a shot at her, he was genuinely curious what she was doing. Seeking the company of another man, intimately in one way or another, only told Sean that she couldn’t possibly be entirely satisfied with the one she should be with then. But what did he actually know of relationships? Nothing, really.

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Beautiful Creatures.

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The entire night was odd, and perhaps all of it shouldn’t have happened. Now to add to all of that Marlene was settling herself comfortably on his bed, like she’s been there more times than she could count instead of this being her first time with a man she’s only met twice now. Both times of meeting didn’t go exactly the same way most relationships started, especially since their shag started out with her already being with someone. She wasn’t sure about him, but for some reason he didn’t seem like the type to tie himself down to a girl. It was a lot of guessing because Marlene didn’t know to be perfectly honest.

Her gaze moved around the room before settling on him, a small grin on her lips. She didn’t go to his bedroom and move to his bed because she wanted a shag. If she wanted one that bad enough she’d more than likely have stayed in the kitchen and just start there and they’d end up wherever they ended by the time it was done, but no. Marlene was getting to know him and she was just getting herself comfy for the process of it all.

“I don’t recall asking for your permission, but I’m glad you don’t object.” Her tone was teasing as she watched him walk over to the bed. She didn’t bother making more room for him, but he seemed to settle down easily enough on the other side of the bed even as she went out of her way to stretch out more than necessary.

The blonde stayed quiet, but after a little while she turned to face him and cuddled up to his side without saying a word or bothering to even see if he minded. Marlene was a lot more cuddly than she liked to let on and she more than likely wouldn’t be able to be with someone who didn’t enjoy it themselves. Her gaze moved over his bare chest and without warning she started to trace her index finger over one of the scars on his chest. The night before she noticed them, but she was a bit busy to really think about them too much. Now that nothing was really going on she looked at them, slightly curious, so she lifted her gaze to meet his. “What happened?”

With Marlene it was, perhaps, the most unique of interactions he'd had with anyone thus far. They'd had sex atop the bar where she worked the night prior with very little else shared between them. And here she was at his cabin, sprawled out upon his bed after he'd cooked her a meal. It was all teasing and unfamiliar and...thrilling to Sean. With anyone else it would have been casual sex and nothing more. Maybe to see one another again, likely not. But this was Marlene and he'd had other plans for her. Getting to know her was just part of the process of putting himself in her life before interrupting it entirely.

However, he was finding that he kind of liked whatever this was and the way it was unfolding. He didn't know much about relationships but what he did know of them, this wasn't typically how they went. But then, there wasn't really anything typical about being around and getting to know Sean Travers. He never really divulged much to anyone before. Even Darcy. But that was years ago. A different time. A different person. Not that time made him better at all. If anything, time only made him worse.

He only chuckled at her sassy remark, settling quietly as he watched her on the bed beside him. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't shy away as she snuggled up closer. Act or not, he'd only really held one person in his life and it took time to get to that point with her. He didn't move at first, his breathing steady as her body heat mingled with his own pleasantly. His eyes watched as she lifted her hand to trace a finger along one of his scars, his breath hitching slightly at the foreign contact, as if the wound were fresh once again. He'd involuntarily flinched but didn't do anything to mask or excuse it. It was what it was.

Sean chewed the inside of his lip, uncertain. He looked at the exact scar she asked about, avoiding her gaze though he knew she was watching him. His free hand moved to rest on her hip comfortably, trying to anchor himself and make the situation seem as casual as possible. "A lesson. My father wasn't the most patient ‘r forgiving man. I think I was thirteen for that one..." A truth. One he hadn’t shared before.

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Marlene raised almost a disbelieving eyebrow when he said he didn’t realize her and Marcus were related. It wasn’t because she actually knew anything, but she was always told they looked so much alike when they were growing up even though she never saw it beyond the trademark blonde hair that every McKinnon had. But she instead shrugged, figuring it was acceptable enough because he more than likely wasn’t close to her brother to notice. Marcus wasn’t good when it came to getting close to people and outside the family he really only had Royden and Lyra.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the first person not to say we must be related. Thank you for that.” She smiled a little at him as he got up, though she stayed at her spot leaning against the counter. Marlene had always been close to her family because she was raised that way. She couldn’t imagine life without one of her brothers or parents right there hovering even if it annoyed her to no end, still even if she’s eighteen now. It was one of the cons to be the baby of the family because no matter how old you were you are still still the baby in comparison to everyone else.

She watched him clean the plate by hand and she almost asked why he didn’t just use his want, but she figured some might be a bit more okay with cleaning than she was. Marlene honestly avoided it at all costs. Once he was done however she pushed herself up from the counter and walked through the flat, finding herself in his bedroom. Without saying a word she stepped inside the room and sat on the edge of his bed before laying back, purposely sprawling out so she took up the entire bed.

“You know,” she spoke as if she expected he followed her, though Marlene had no idea because she didn’t pay attention. “Your bed is rather comfy.”

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Lies. All lies. Marcus, Marlene, and Matthew all resembled one another. But with the amount of faces he’d seen day in and day out, even merely in passing, it was actually rather easy to say he had no idea who she was. They’d never had direct contact before. And there were far too many students each year to keep track of them all, especially as an assisting professor. If he and Augustus were reversed in their roles, perhaps he’d have gotten to know faces better. In this case though, he was glad to get away with his poor excuses.

“Well now that ye mention it...” He teased, nudging her a bit with his arm. Sean hardly understood family dynamics. He didn’t have any siblings or close relatives he’d bonded with. He actually preferred his grandparents to his actual parents growing up. They were...warmer. Thinking back, he'd slowly started to realize that it was his mother that orchestrated a lot of what went on. Subtle things he hadn’t noticed before. He shook the thoughts away when he finished his task, just as Marlene left the kitchen to explore.

Sean followed behind her a ways, moseying around leisurely even after she disappeared into his room. He honestly didn’t have anything stashed away for her to find anywhere so he didn’t care if she got nosy. His secrets were kept in plain sight really. Hidden just beneath the surface, one wouldn’t even think twice upon glimpsing most things.

He appeared in the doorway just as she mentioned his bed being comfortable, leaning against the frame and tilting his head at her. “Make yerself right at home, love,” he chuckled. “I think I spend the least amount o’ time in it than anywhere else here, honestly.” With that he wandered over and stretched out on his side next to her, propping himself up on a single elbow and taking up little room himself.

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Marlene leaned back in her chair to get comfy, occasionally taking a sip from her glass until he walked over with the plate for her. She looked up at him and smiled, only to raise an eyebrow when he brought up that he works at Hogwarts. She was surprised she never saw him and she knew Augustus Rookwood who was the Herbology Professor, but she didn’t recall ever seeing Sean. If she did she would have remembered, but the castle was so big and she didn’t pay attention to half of the Professors anyway, so it was definitely possible why she didn’t see him. 

“Really? Huh, I don’t recall seeing you?” She spoke before taking a bite of the food, quietly moaning at how good it tasted. She would have said it was really good again, but his ego was big enough right now she didn’t need to add to it. “So…I’m assuming you know my brother then?” The thought was almost awkward and she actually internally cringed at it just because she felt as if she was ever to see Sean and Marcus in the same room ever she’d more than likely blush and walk out. “Marcus McKinnon. Blonde hair, bad smoking habit, was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, but now he’s an assistant to whatever the hell Lyra teaches.” She shrugged, never too fond of speaking of Lyra because she much preferred Juliette, but it wasn’t up to her and her brother didn’t exactly have a choice anymore.

When Sean spoke again Marlene had to press her lips together to keep from smiling, opting for rolling her eyes dramatically instead. “I wasn’t aware your ego was this big.” She smirked at him now, taking another bite. If she wasn’t hungry she’d more than likely push the plate away and say it wasn’t good just to be a child in attempt argue what he said, but instead she continued to eat until she cleared her plate. “Mmm. Yummy.” She stood and picked up her plate, bringing it over to the sink and flicking her wand so it’d wash itself, dry, and then go back into the acceptable cabinet.

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Truth be told he had seen Marlene before, and her brother Matthew. But as friendly as Sean could appear to be, he still did better with less interaction to people. Especially when he first arrived back. It took him some time to readjust from the solitary life he had led. From a murdering drifter to an outwardly respectable assistant professor. He did so much to hide the blood on his hands, though they were stained red. It was better he worked more on his own and helped behind-the-scenes when he started. Now, however, he’d integrated himself rather efficiently and sought more.

He knew this would come up when he revealed what he did. He took a bite of food to mask the slight grimace on his face. “McKinnon, yea, I know ‘im. Didn’t realize ye two were related,” he lied, knowing exactly who she was before he ever set foot in the Leaky. “We were actually the same year.” But that was all he said, taking another bite of food and washing it down with some whiskey. 

He smirked at her, an amused yet devilish look on his face. “I must be losin’ me touch then because I thought ye got a pretty good idea of it last night,” he teased, taking another drink before leaning back in his chair. After finishing his own plate he got up to take care of cleaning it himself, his wand in his room, too far to bother with. He did a lot on his own, not wanting to be reliant on magic but he practiced and kept up with all he learned because it did come in handy and he liked to be prepared in all things.

“Ego aside, that was the first time I cooked a proper meal in quite some time,” he admitted, rather relieved it came out as well as it had.