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𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞 ᯓ★ 𝘣𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴
✮ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. Ben Willis X Fem!Reader
✮ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆. An artist finds he has too much time on his hands and in the process, finds his new muse
⭑ ᶜʷ. mentions of sex, graphic language, swearing
He still remebered the first time he saw her, he wanted time to freeze, to capture the moment but it didnt.
It slowed, sure, but never truly froze with her, it never did.
He remembered how she left the double doors of the back, coming from Jenkins office and bumped into him. "Oh shit, sorry" She muttered before moving past him anyways, he wanted time to stop, to admire a little longer because for the first time since the breakup, he didn't have Suzy on his mind.
He saw her again a week later, dressed in the same blue polo they all wore to work, apparently she'd be joining the night crew.
"This is my sister, treat her well or I fire you" Jenkins laughed like it was a joke, but they all knew he wasn't really kiding by the look on his face. Ben expected her to be like her brother and therefore tried to avoid her like the plauge the first couple of nights until they had been tasked to work together. "You're a student around here?" He heard her ask, snapping him out of his trance to look at her stocking the shelves just a couple feet away. "Oh, yeah, I'm an art student" He cleared his throat, going back to stock the shelves he left abandoned just a moment ago. "What- um..what about you?" He finally asked, glancing in her direction. "I'm studying Film Production and Screenwriting" She told him, both artists in their own way. "Why work here?" She asked after a couple moments of silence, he didn't really want to tell the whole truth right then and there. "Broke college student, needed a job" He answered, it was partly the truth, in some way. "You?" He asked out of formality. "My brother pays for my college classes and in return, I work at his shitty grocery store" She sighed before finishing up stocking her shelf. The two left the conversation there as Ben zoned out again. -
Ben closed his locker to find Barry Brickman and Matt Stephens, his two coworkers, at first he paid them no mind, he never really did. Until he heard what Barry had brought up. "Oh yeah, I took her to the cinema last night and took her home, she's a real piece of work in the bed" Barry bragged, leaned up against the metal lockers trying to look tough. That wasn't what Ben stop, it was Matt's words that stopped him. "Dude, the owners sister? crazy work" he replied as the two high fived. Their conversation ignited something in Ben as he left the break room, he was quick to run into her. "Oh, hey Ben" She greeted with a half wave as he paused and before he could stop himself he blurted out. "Heard you had a fun night" His words visible confused her, head tilted to look at him like he was crazy. "If you think watching reruns of Gilmore Girls alone…then yeah? I guess it was fun" She answered. "So you didn't have sex with Barry last night?" He asked, it was obvious this made her flustered at his bluntness and question. "What? You think I'd have sex with Brickman? Are you insane?" She responded, half mad half amused. Mad because Barry definitely started this rumor, amused because Ben brought it up to her face. "So…you didn't?" He clarified, she shook her head. "God no, I have standard Ben, and Barrys bar is in hell" She told him before slipping past him to the breakroom, it wasn't long after that Ben heard the sound of a body hitting the locker and Barry crying out in pain.
-
Ben wasn't sure how he got roped into playing a soccor match on a saturday night with his other guy coworkers while her and Sharon sat on the sidelines watching. It was a tough game, not because both teams were doing well, the exact opposite of that actually. The rival team, some guy Jenkins used to know and his guys were wiping the floor with their team. Sharon was getting into it, maybe even more than the boys were.
Everytime Ben looked over at her he could tell she was embarressed, she didn't want to be here watching her brother get utterly destroyed. Then it happened. The ball flying full force at her brother face causing him to bend backward in a inhuman way as the ball ricocheted off his face and into the air. Jenkins face was covered in blood as he held both hands over his nose that was definetly broken. Barry and Stephens took Jenkins, who walked away asking Ben to get his sister home safe as he tried desperately to hold back tears. The two walked back in a silence only broken by Ben's muttering that he'd never play soccor again making her laugh a bit. "yeah nearly thirty to none is….harsh" She nudged his arm a bit as they walked, the movement between them made something in Bens heart skip. "Did you maybe…uh…wanna grab a coffee?" He finally asked, fully expecting her to turn him down, make some excuse on getting home instead. "I'd love to" She awnsered, leading him the way to some small diner still open at this hour. The two sat in a booth across from each other, various topics of conversation floated between them and suddenly things felt…easy.
Dreams were shared, secret moments about their lives had crossed. "I got out of a two year relationship, mutual breakup you know" Ben told her, well at least he beleived the mutal part. "What about you?". "My last boyfriend cheated on me with my oldest brother" She admitted, there was silence followed by laugher that could only be done from time passed from coping.
"What did you want to do with film?" He asked once the laugher died down between them, she looked peaceful in this moment. "I want to make my own films, screenwrite for things I love, causes I love" She told him, she asked about his dreams.
They stopped right outside the door to her apartment, she let him walk her all the way in. "We should do this again sometime, it was…nice" She told him with a soft smile, he agreed and watched her turn the handle of the door. He wanted time to stop as it did so many times before but like always, it just slowed. He watched her start to head inside before stopping and turning to him. A soft kiss was placed to his cheek, slowed to a point where he could remember it forever. "Goodnight Ben" She whispered and headed inside, the door closing behind her.
- The next couple of days seemed to be looking up for Ben, seeing her at work brightened his semi dull, sleepless nights.
"My brother is throwing a birthday party this weekend, would you want to be my date?" He remembered her asking, the two of them standing in an isle in the store. He nodded, "I'd love to" He told her with a smile that lasted him the rest of the day. Well at least until Jenkins asked to go out and find him a suprise stripper for the party which he enlisted the help of his friend under the circumstance that he also got to go to the party.
The next night at work seemed to go by in the blink of an eye as Ben closed his locker just as she walked up to hers. "You still want to be my date tomorrow?" She asked him, he smiled at her and nodded telling her he still wanted to. "Good, pick me up at eight?" She asked, he agreed and time slowed down again. He watched as she leaned in, eyes flickering between his eyes and lips before finally they met his in a quick but soft kiss to say goodbye.
And for the first time in weeks, Ben had slept that night.
He woke to a call the next morning, a gallery wanting to display his artwork and things seemed to be looking up for Ben. He hadn't thought about Suzy in a while, someone wanted to display his artwork, and he was figuring out how to fall for someone again.
But not all good things last, do they?
The party was in full swing, Ben led her through the crowd as they met up with Sean, his best friend.
"This is Sean" He let her introduce herself while shaking hands with Sean. "I've heard a lot about you" He laughed a bit, shooting a look at Ben before someone else came over. Suzy. Suzy intoduced herself, saying she was here with Jenkins older brother, her older brother and when Suzy left, the two started laughing. They stood in a corner of the room together, watching their boss, her brother, get a show from the stripper Ben had hired while she hid her face in his shoulder not wanting to watch but laughing about it anyways. "I'll be back, have to use the bathroom" He told her and split off to find it, a couple other girls in line ahead of him when she walked out. Suzy. They stood at the top of the stairs talking, oblivious to the chaos right behind them from Barry trying another stunt. Then she leaned in and Suzys lips were on his for a fraction of a second. But long enough for her to see it at the bottom of the stairs. Ben pushed her away and time stopped, he turned around and saw her, not frozen, never frozen. Walking away in slowed steps towards the door, she had seen. He wanted time to stop, to think of a way to save this, to save them, but nothing ever worked. The door closed slowly as he got to the bottom on the stairs and time resumed. Barry crashed, someone got it on video, but Ben could feel the sinking feeling in his chest.
He went after her, of course he did, followed the same path to her appartment and knocked on her door. Time slowed as she opened it, he was expecting a fight, for her to yell, scream, tell him off.
But she didn't, it was met with soft eyes filled with sadness and even softer words. "I need time" That was all she said.
He hadn't slept that night. the insomnia creeping back in and for once he welcomed it with open arms, the punishment of an act he didn't mean to commit, that he didn't want to commit. The next couple of days went by in a blur, she wasn't at work, she wouldn't answer calls, she had meant when she said she needed time.
He still got up the next morning anyways, he had to, the gallery was calling his name as he collected a pile of artwork.
of her.
moments he had to commit to memory because he couldn't stop time with her, maybe that was the beauty in it, maybe time didn't want to stop with her.
The doors to the gallery were glass and he met with the gallery owner, an older man who told him he didn't have an appointment and he in fact had no clue who he was. It had been a prank, a cruel prank on Ben.
"Are these yours?" He asked, Ben pulled his hand away from his face and glanced down at the papers in his arms, nodding and offering them to him. They looked through them together, he asked if he had anymore. "Hundreds" Ben stated, truthfully. And then an appointment was booked, the following monday. -
The mail had arrived through her mail flap, she picked up the small pile and found a CD with a note on top of it. Barry's scratchy handwriting written on the paper.
"Ben told us what happened, just watch the video" She almost didn't at first, a random CD from Barry could contain anything, but she did. It was the night of the party, the stunt Barry pulled on the night of the party had lit up her computer screen. She wanted to stop watching, memories flooding back of the split second she had seen.
The wrong second of a two second clip.
Then she noticed it, she watched his ex corner him, kiss him, the moment she had seen before leaving. It hurt again to watch. Then she saw it, she watched him push her off. He hadn't really meant it.
There was another letter underneath the CD, she turned it over and saw it. He was hosting a gallery and this was her invite. She looked at the time, realizing it was about to start and rushed to get ready.
- He stood in the middle of the gallery, watching those around him admire his work, compliment them on its beauty, but he already knew it was beautiful.
It was all of her of course.
He wasn't expecting her to come, the invintation was a last ditch effort to throw a dog a bone who didn't like them. But he felt the shift, she had walked in. She didn't notice him at first, too busy trying to get through the crowd. She pushed through some people when she first realized it, a drawing of her on the wall, followed by another, and another. Every way she turned was a captured moment of her that made her feel seen. "You came" He spoke up from behind her, she turned around looking at him. "You did this?" She asked, he nodded. "I didn't kiss her, she cornered me, she came onto m-" He was cut off by her soft lips, a feeling he'd grown to miss. "I know, I know now" She said softly. For once, time didn't need to slow down or stop, the time was theirs now.
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Four years later
"The fans want to know, how did you come up with the concept of this film?" The interviewer asked, she smiled glancing down at the newly placed ring on her finger. "It's based on a true story honestly" She awnsered, smile wide as the interviewer fawned a bit. "The story of how I met my husband". A story of a artist with too much time on his hands who finds that maybe, time isn't the enemy.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. So I watched the 2007 film Cashback recently because it has Sean Biggerstaff in it and I've been on a KICK of him so I wanted to write this little oneshot about it tehe, also I'm trying to get back into writing so ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 2,394
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ᯓ★ 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥
✮ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. Oliver Wood x OC Character
✮ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆. Family day at Hogwarts seems to have brought out newer secrets....
⭑ ᶜʷ. Swearing
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Edith had more things to worry about than the dinner with her parents and Oliver Wood at the end of the week. Tensions at Hogwarts were high with the lingering whispers of danger around every corner. Now she stood around a dualling table with her fellow students as her new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Lockhart, stood across from Snape.
Snape knocked Lockhart clean on his ass with his wand flying off making Edith stifle a giggle behind her hand. Her eyes grazed over the other students there before landing on Oliver who was taking notes in his book. He looked so…concentrated, eyebrows furrowed and tongue slightly sticking out at the corner of his lips. She looked away before he could see her staring.
"Let's have some volunteers" Lockhart motioned for Harry to get on the table before Snape interjected and called Malfoy up. The two taking their spots before spells started flying back and forth. Malfoy summoned a snake which caused everyone else to step back, Harry however took a couple steps forward before Edith heard it.
Parsaltongue.
Everyone watched with wide eyes as the snake sat in front of a Hufflepuff student, it looked like Harry was egging the snake on to attack before Snape obliterated it.
The rest of the class went on without hitch, more students got called up to duel against each other.
"Alright let's see, Edith Gaunt" Snape pointed at her, she nodded and stepped forward onto the table facing across a Hufflepuff fourth year who seemed to tremble in his shoes.
"Wands at the ready" Lockhart instructed as both took their stances.
"E-Expelliarmus" He shouted and waved his wand at her.
"Protego" Edith said calmly, wand waving as a blue bubble appeared around her sending the red spell bouncing off and fizzling out.
"Depulso" She shouted, blue sparks sending out as the student was went backwards on the table. The Hufflepuff groaned and refused to get up, forfeiting so Edith won.
"Excellent dueling Gaunt, 10 points to Slytherin" Snape announced, Edith grinned and took a small bow before stepping off the table to join her friends who congratulated her. At the end of class as she packed up, the fourth year Hufflepuff cautiously approached her.
"Where did….where did you learn to duel like that?" He asked making her giggle a bit.
"My godfather, Sebastian Sallow, he taught me how to duel" She answered honestly.
"Sebastian Sallow? The auror?" He asked, wide eyed as she nodded.
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Study hall was one of Edith's favorite free times, using the time to study and relax but she could feel the tension as she walked in. Other students were whispering and staring at Harry who looked uncomfortable.
She joined the three second years, sitting next to Potter.
"You speak Parsaltongue?" She asked lowly, Potter only looked at her confused and shrugged.
"I don't know what I did wrong and no one will tell me anything" He sighed defeated making her frown a bit.
"I'll help you" She admitted pulling out a piece of parchment, Harry peaked over her shoulder to see what she was writing.
Dear Father,
I have a friend who is much like you, a Parsaltongue who wishes to understand more about it. Please write back soon, love and miss you both and I shall see you on Saturday.
p.s we will be talking about that inivite to the Wood boy.
Love, Sprout
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Sprout?" he questioned.
"My parents nicknamed me that when I was born, my mother had a love for herbology" She smiled and folded up the letter. "Your father is a Parsaltongue?" Hermione spoke up as Edith nodded in response. Harry took a glance around and noticed the other students still staring at him making him sigh and close his book to put it away.
"See you two back at the common room, thank you again Edith" Harry told them and got up to leave.
"Anytime" She told him with a nod before he walked away.
"Oh and hey Potter" He paused and turned to look at her.
"Congrats again on catching the snitch" She smiled at him who smiled back and walked off.
-
Edith sat in the stands with her scarf pulled around her face to block the sharp winds, Hufflepuff was already on the pitch flying around waiting for Gryffindor before the announcement came.
"Today's match is cancelled, everyone please go back to your common rooms" The stadium groaned as students filled out being led by their prefects. Edith led Slytherin back, bumping into Gryffindor on the way back.
"Why was the game cancelled?" Percy asked her, she only shrugged in response.
"I'm not sure" She responded before leading her group back to the common rooms where she retreated to her room for some rest.
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The Great Hall was busy the next day, students sat in anticipation at Professor Dumbledoor announcement.
"To make up for the sudden cancellation, Hogwarts will be hosting a family day this Friday, your families have already been informed" His voice carried over the hall as all the students cheered. Friday was two days away and already Edith couldn't wait to see her parents.
As the day dragged on and night fell, Edith found herself outside on the pitch, the soft grass layered with a coating of snow underneath her while staring up at the sky.
"You'll catch a cold out here" A voice said making her sit up in the darkness. Oliver Wood stood a couple feet away from her, black sweatpants and a sweater that seemed a little too small for his new form hugged his body. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he walked towards her and took the spot next to her.
"So will you" She responded before laying back down to stare up at the stars again, he copied her movement and laid down next to her.
"How's yer head?" His voice broke the silence eventually making her turn her head to look at him.
"W-what?" she asked, face flushing red under the cover of night.
"Yer head? Took a bloody nasty hit to it at the game" He copied her movement, head turning to look at her. It was a bit hard to see in the dark but he could make out the slight features of her face. Her hair blended into the snow as it sprayed out above her head.
"Oh, right yeah, it's…okay, still get headaches a lot" She answered honestly, he nodded in response before they went back to being silent.
"Thank you…I..heard that you saved me from hitting the ground" Her voice came out as a whisper making him turn to look at her again.
"Oh...right yeah…it- it was nothing, stupid Flint" He muttered making her giggle a bit.
"He's off the team, pulled too many illegal moves" She told him, he nodded silently thanking that decision.
"Sorry about my parents, if that was weird or anything, you- don't feel obligated to come to dinner" She told him, he laughed a bit.
"I want to thank them, for the broom and everything"
And for creating you
The words hung on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed them quickly.
"Right, well yeah…" The words died on her tongue as she didn't really know what she was going to say. The two laid there longer until the snow started falling.
"We should-"
"It's getting late-"
The two seemed to have the same idea as Oliver stood up, dusting the snow off himself before offering his hand to her. She took it gently, noting the fact that his hands were warm despite the cold.
He pulled her up, using more force than he probably needed causing her to stumble into him, her hands grabbing his sweater.
"oh- shit sorry" He quickly steadied her with his hands on her waist, their eyes locking at the closeness. She watched as his eyes dropped to her lips and she felt herself leaning in.
"Mr. Wood! Ms. Gaunt! you two should be indoors" McGonagall's voice rang out causing them to jump apart quickly and nod towards her. "I'm so sorry, I know we shouldn't be out here-" "It's my fault, I asked her to come out here, she advised me not to" Oliver's voice cut her off, McGonagall shook her head. "I'll be seeing you in detention Mr. Wood, and five points from both houses will be taken" She said sternly as they both nodded and lowered their heads.
"Now get inside" She said, Edith nodded and quickly ran off while Oliver watched her. Once she was out of earshot McGonagall turned towards him. "I do hope it works out for you two" She said with a knowing smile, he tried to defensively argue that wasn't the case.
"I may be old but I'm not blind Mr. Wood" She said while raising her hand to stop him, he only nodded and looked past her at Edith's retreating figure again, a small smile on his face.
"yeah…"
-
Friday came quicker than Edith realized, the Great Hall being decorated as tons of families filled it. Edith's mother and father stood beside her.
Ominis Gaunt dressed in a green suit, his white hair slicked back like usual and he looked intimidating.
Poppy Gaunt however wore a nice yellow dress, her brown bob with a yellow headband made her look caring and inviting.
And right in the middle stood Edith Gaunt, a mix of her two parents. A nice green sweater hung off her body with a black skirt to go with it, her white hair styled neatly with a black headband.
"So, where is this Oliver boy" Her mother smiled down at her making Edith flush red. "He's probably with his family" she responded but found herself scanning the room anyways.
The Weasley's passed by and the Gaunt family took the chance to converse with them, catching up on old times with laughs and smiles.
"Gaunt" A voice behind her made her turn around, along with her parents.
"Wood" She responed, looking up to see his own parents standing there. "You must be Edith, we've heard so much about you" His mother spoke up and stepped forward to get a good look at her.
"Oh? Oliver talks about me?" She smirked and looked at Oliver who groaned and rolled his eyes muttering something about how he'd never hear the end of it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you" Edith said politely to his parents.
"Would you all like to join us for lunch?"
That was how the Gaunt family ended up having lunch with the Wood family that day.
"So we heard you play Quidditch, team captain right?" Oliver's father spoke up as they ate. Edith nodded in response.
"I am, played since my first year" Edith gleamed, she loved Quidditch.
"Are you going pro like Oliver?" His mother asked, she shook her head 'no'.
"No, I love Quidditch but my passions fall to the Ministry of Magic" She admitted.
The conversation between the families came easy, laughter and stories filled the table until the evening.
"We would love to see the pitch" Edith's mother piped up with a smile to which both agreed and led their families to the pitch, grabbing their brooms on the way before stopping at the pitch. Both seemingly stalling at first, memories flooding back from a couple days ago and their almost shared kiss.
"Well, show us those skills" Olivers father insisted.
"Race you to the goal" Oliver smirked and jumped on his new broom, she quickly joined and race him up there with a large smile, laughter filling the air above the families as they flew around.
"I give it to the end of next year" Poppy suddenly spoke up with a smile, Ominis chuckled and shook his while Oliver's parents agreed watching their kids fly around chasing each other around.
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The day ended with the families leaving, Edith's parents stood in front of her to say goodbye.
"We'll see you tomorrow Sprout" Poppy pulled her in for a tight hug before stepping back, her father pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"Goodbye dear" He muttered against her head before the two poofed into the green fire.
"Your parents aren't what I expected" Oliver now stood next to Edith making her turn to face him.
"Oh yeah? What did you expect?" She asked. He paused for a moment.
"They're so…loving and kind to you and with-" He cut himself off suddenly.
"With my last name you didn't expect that" She finished for him, it was the same song and dance she had always heard following whispers of her family name.
"yeah..' He said softly.
"My family has a…history, I know that but we don't speak to that side of the family anymore…not after what they put my father through" She never opened up about her family before but this felt different.
This felt freeing.
"Goodnight Oliver, I'll see you at the train station tomorrow" She told him, stepping past him before hesitating and turning around. She tiptoed up to him and place a kiss to his cheek, his face burning up from the contact.
"Thank you" She said softly and left him alone, standing there like a lovesick puppy.
"Goodnight…" He called out after her.
"…love…" He said softly to himself once she left.
Edith wasn't sure what time it was when she awoke with a start, it fell like someone had shaken her awake.
"Hello?" she whispered, rubbing her eyes and sitting up in bed only to see an empty room with her roommates sleeping peacefully.
"Edith" A voice whispered making her jumped, suddenly Ron and Harry were standing next to her bed.
"What are you two doing here!" She whisper yelled at the two, only then did she see their frightened faces.
"We need your help, please" Harry begged, Ron nodded along quickly. She should tell them to go back to bed, to question how they got into the Slytherin room, to take points from them for sneaking out. However, the terrified look on their faces made her pause.
"I don't know what you two are up to but it better be important" She said sternly and got out of bed. She laced up her shoes and led them out, the two used the cloak to stay invisible while she whispered a spell with the wave of her want.
"Disillusionment" and suddenly she was gone.
"Woah, how'd you do that?" Ron asked surprised.
"Something my godfather taught me, he used it to sneak into the restricted section back in his days here" She told them with a smile as they all snuck out of Hogwarts. Once out in the fields they caught her up on everything.
"Dumbledor gone? Hagrid arrested? This school really has gone mad" She muttered while following them to the edge of the forest where a trail of spiders were seen.
"Lets go, stay behind me" She warned and casted Lumos before stepping into the dark forest. The spiders led them down a path and through a tunnel, millions of small spiders surrounding them as they walked. They stopped at a clearing, large dense webs everywhere they looked.
"Who goes there" A deep voice rang out from the dark before the ground shook a bit.
"We're friends with Hagrid" Harry called out to the large spider crawling out of the hole.
"You're Aragog aren't you" He added, Edith kept the two behind her just in case, Ron gripped her robes tightly in fear as other large spiders walked around them. Harry kept talking to the spider named Aragog about Hagrid and the chamber of secrets.
"Edith…Harry…" Ron whimpered and pointed up, millions of spiders crawling down at them as they began to be surrounded. "Stand back!" Edith called out and pointed her wand out.
"Confringo!" She yelled, fire exploded out the end of her wand causing the spiders to jump back in fear.
"Can we panic now!" Ron shouted before a engine revved and headlights appeared, a blue car suddenly driving towards them before stopping and opening its doors.
"Get in!" Edith told them, they ran to the car while she casted another confringo to keep the spiders back before hoping into the drivers seat. She quickly reversed and drove out of there, a spider falling on top of the car with a loud bang.
Once they thought they were free Edith stopped the car as the three caught their breath but just then they thought they were safe a spider crashed open the window and grabbed her.
"Arania Exumai!" Harry called out, blue light glowing as the spider screeched and let go of her.
"Holy Merlin!" She called out "Thank you" She caught her breath just in time to see a hoard of spiders charging at them. She reversed the car again and sped away, turning the wheel to turn them around and drive quickly out of the forest. Their path ahead was blocked by spiders while Ron and Harry tried desperately to unjam the gear to get them in the air and just at the last second they got it.
The wheels left the ground and the spiders with it.
The car flew out of the forest and into the open patch Infront of Hagrid's hut before they all got out.
"Both of you. Get inside. Now" She told them, voice stern. They nodded and turned to head inside the castle. Fang caught her attention with a whine, obviously not wanting to be alone so she clicked her tongue and motioned for him to follow her.
Once she successfully snuck back into her room, Fang jumped on her bed with her, the two falling asleep quickly after crashing into bed.
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Edith awoke the next morning and went to get ready, taking a shower to rise the memories of last night off and relax her tense body. Once done she got dressed in a simple green sweater and pants, she grabbed her scarf and clicked her tongue at Fang who quickly followed her.
The grounds of Hogwarts were peaceful this morning as her and Fang walked side by side, she found herself ranting to the dog.
"I don't know what to do about him, I thought we hated each other and-" She cut herself off seeing Oliver Wood, the same boy she was ranting to a dog about, sitting in the grass with a familiar parchment in his hands.
"no.." She muttered and quickly walked up to him.
"Reading? Didn't know you knew how to do that Wood" She said sarcastically making him look up.
"Letter written to me, I have no bloody idea on who it's from" He told her frustration written all over his face, she nodded silently.
I know
She thought to herself at the familiar writing as she looked over his shoulder. "Fan of yours?" She teased, he only nodded staring down at the parchment in confusion.
"They said something about my freckles" He mumbled softly , the look on his face said it all.
"Oh really? probably how they look like the night sky" She said sarcastically before realizing what she said, Oliver quickly looked up from the letter with wide eyes.
"I mean, its a cheesy line that's so overused, I mean seriously every girl uses it" She quickly added, Fang barked gaining her attention.
"oh right- I got to..go bring Fang back" She told him and stood up again.
"Right…I'll see you at the train station" He said slowly, Edith nodded and headed towards Hagrid's hut leaving Oliver behind.
they're faint but Merlin they look like the night sky.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. Third chapter is up!! I'm loving this series tehe
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 3,286 words
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ᯓ★ 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥
✮ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. Oliver Wood x OC Character
✮ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆.
⭑ ᶜʷ. Swearing, Injury
ᴘᴛ Ⅰ ᴘᴛ Ⅱ
Being back at Hogwarts was a blessing and a curse for Edith Gaunt, she missed her parents dearly back home but she also missed Hogwarts and all her friends.
When she got news of what Harry Potter had done the pride in her heart swelled even more in her chest. She tried to find him the night of the sorting ceremony but he was missing. "What do you mean Harry or Ron aren't here?" She questioned the twins who only shrugged in response before Fred, with a mouth full of food, spoke up. "They didn't get on the platform, and when mum and dad went lookin for them, they were gone" He stated before George butted in, with the same mouthful of food. "So was the magic car" Edith wanted to face palm before she turned to Percy. "You're the more intelligent Weasly here, what happened?" She questioned but he only shrugged to. "I know just as much as those lot do unfortunately" He answered honestly making her groan.
"Hi Ginny, Merlin you've grown so fast" Edith commented with a smile as the youngest Weasley hugged her. "Edith!" Ginny exclaimed happily in her arms. "Gaunt, aren't you supposed to be at your table?" Ah yes, the infamous Oliver Wood, right on cue.
"Ah Wood, is it true your last name pays homage to the giant stick up your ass" She shot back with a raise of her eyebrow.
"You think about my arse?" He shot back nearly making her flustered, not that she would let him see it.
"Only in your dreams" She huffed and turned on her heels, heading back to her table with her friends.
Oliver took that as a victory and sat down, eyes still on her figure retreating away before a pale hand snapped its fingers in front of his face. "You look like a love sick puppy mate, it's gross" Percy groaned as Oliver shoved him. "Oh sod off, I do not" He grumbled and turned to his plate of food.
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"You guys go ahead, Start warming up at the pitch, bring this with you" Edith told her team and handed one of them a written letter from Snape allowing them to use the pitch to practice today.
Once her team had vanished from the common room she went into a frenze, searching under pillows and couches trying desperately to find it.
What was it she lost? Simple really.
A love letter.
Never in a million years would she admit to have written that letter, especially not admitted to who it was meant for no. However, after spending her entire summer overthinking and getting into her head, she realized these feelings….
Feelings for Oliver Wood none other. So what did she do? Went straight to her mother of course, she was the best at giving advice.
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"Mother, I…need help with something" She ask hesitantly, not because she was scared of her mother, oh no, but because she was scared of these feeling. "Of course, what's wrong dear?" Her mother set down the book of magic animals she was reading and focused her attention on her daughter.
"I may have…developed feelings for someone over summer break and I don't know how to…go about it" Edith admitted with a low sigh. Her mother clapped her hands happily.
"Ominis! Dear! Our daughter is in love!" She called out making Ediths face turn red and frantically try to shut down her mothers ideas.
"NO! I'm not! I just- its a stupid crush on someone who won't even like me back" She groaned, hands covering her face hoping to save her from the embarrassment.
"I said the same thing about Pops in our Hogwarts days, look where that got us" Her father pressed a soft kiss to her mothers temple making Edith groan even louder.
"Sorry sorry, okay what if…you tried writting a letter, you don't have to send it but at the very least it would get it off your chest" Her mother suggested, Edith contenplated it before her shoulders slumped down.
"…maybe…" She mumbled.
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So when she first got back to Hogwarts and saw him again, that night she decided to write out all her feelings every word of them. She left it unsigned of course and even went as far as to use a spell to change her handwritting on the very very small off chance that someone found it. Then without a second thought she tucked it under her pillow and drifted off to sleep.
Until this morning when she went to reach for it only to find it not there and in her rush she failed to notice it had stuck to her robes she was dressed in. Deciding to look for the letter later she ran out the common room and towards the pitch, the letter unsticking from her robe and fluttering away in the wind without her noticing.
Then she heard it, the commotion of Slytherin and Gryffindor going at it.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood" she knew who that voice belonged to.
Malfoy.
"Draco Malfoy! Our rilvaly stands between the teams and the teams only. Granger is NOT part of any team therefore you keep her out of it. I hear you say that again and you're benched, got it?" She barked from nearly across the courtyard making both teams look her direction.
She looked fierce. White hair blowing slightly in the breeze with her quick paces, brown eyes narrowing into a icy glare at the younger boy. The rest of her team held Nimbus 2001 brooms in their hands, she still had hers she bought last year, decling to take a broom from Malfoys father when he joined.
Just when she thought the fight had died down Ron drew his wand with threatening words to aim at the platnium blond.
"Ron, don't do i-"
"Eat slugs!" He called out with a flash of green light that sent him flying backwards to the ground. The Gryffindor team ran to him while Edith turned to berate Malfoy who only stood there nodding his head silently.
He'd never tell her- or anyone really, but he looked up to Edith like the sister he never had.
"I want a written apology to her before you even think about getting on that pitch" She demanded before turning to see Ron being rushed off with Harry and Herminoe.
"Great, our seeker just ran off" Oliver huffed, hand sliding down his face as he turned to the Slytherin group. "Control your players, Captain" He hissed out at her making her roll her eyes. "This all started because you couldn't accept that Slytherin got the pitch today" She shot back as he stepped closer to her. He looked…different up this close, she could see the faint tan from his days outside practicing over summer, the freckles on his face a bit more present now. That and the fact that he was built, she could tell even under his quidditch gear, he had bulked up a bit over the summer. She had to crane her head up a little more now to look at him, as he seemingly hit a growth spur over summer as well- Merlin when did Oliver Wood get this hot? Her face flushed red with the thought but she shoved it aside.
"It's not my fault Snape plays favorite" He argued defensively, a small group of students now crowding around the two to watch the argument.
"No it's your fault you were an idiot and didn't ask a teacher for a note" She huffed out, arms crossed over her chest in an equally defensive stance. Two team captians, too passionate for their own good sometimes.
"Yeah well it doesn't help that your a Gaunt, what? use your family name for the influence?" He asked with a smirk. She hated when people talked about her family, she knew what they did to her father when he was younger, it was why none of them talked to their extended relatives. "Shut it Wood" She growled, eyes narrowed back into that same icy glare he seemed to get a lot from her.
"I'm done with this conversation" She told him lowly before stepping back. "I have a game to practice for" She walked past him, shoulder hitting his with more force than he expected. Her team joined her, following close behind as other students watched with wide eyes at the interaction.
"Harsh dude….really? Bringing up her last name?" Fred placed a hand on his shoulder while George mirrored the other side.
"Yeah, too far" He added but Oliver just shrugged them both off and stormed off to find Professor Mcgonagall to beg for a note to reserve the pitch to play on after Slytherin was done.
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The next time Edith saw Oliver was at the game, the tensions were high from their argument just days prior to the event. Players flew through the air, dodging and weaving while throwing the ball. Edith was chasing down a Gryffindor and knocked the ball out of their hands, she flew towards the Gryffindors goal and shot it.
"Another ten points to Slytherin, now making them at 80 points with the lead" The announcers voice rang out, a hufflepuff.
"You're supposed to stop me Wood, maybe you're not cut out for this game" She shouted at him with a sly smirk before speeding away without hearing his remark.
Another Ten points to Slytherin taking them up to 90 points.
"Watch out Harry" She heard Oliver call out just seconds before the bludger his his broom, snapping the front clean off. The bludger began chasing down Harry as she watched Oliver regain himself on his broom, she let out an internal breath.
Draco and Harry had dissapeared below chasing after the snitch and with the tampered bludger after the two, she could only hope both would be alright. With her attention being drawn from those two along with the entire schools gaze trying to get a glimpse at the two young seekers.
Edith nearly missed what was happening on the field in front of her. Marcus Flint was playing dirty again, she watched him kick at a Gryffendors broom making them loose balance and let go of their bat for him to catch. She watched as his eyes trained on Oliver and flew towards him with the bat being raised right for his head.
"Oliver!" She called out, yet again that same genuine concerned tone leaving her lips as she raced over. "Watch out!" She slammed into Oliver, sending him flying away with the annoucers voice ringing out that Harry Potter had caught the golden snitch right before the bat connected with her temple.
The force knocked her out cold and flying off her broomstick, heading towards the ground quickly with no way of saving herself. Oliver was quick to steady himself just in time to see her body speeding towards the grass below. "Edith!" He called out and sped down there, his arms reaching out to catch her before she could hit the ground. He landed with her still in his arms, knocked out cold with a bit of blood on her temple.
"S-Someone! Help! Get a nurse or s-something!" He called out, some professors rushed down quick, helping the nurse get Edith to the hospital wing. "Let me go with her" Oliver protested Mcgonagall who was keeping him where he was. "Mr. Wood, I assure you she will be okay, I will let you know when" She told him with a stern glance making him stop fighting it and sigh in defeat. Only then when she turned around and left he spoted Flint and marched over to the group of Slytherins.
"Hey! Flint!" He called out making the other boy turn around only to be met with a solid, jarring fist belonging to Wood himself. Flint fell back, holding his eye and groaning.
"What the hell is wrong with you! You got her hurt you bloody idiot!" He called out as his teammates rushed over to pull him away.
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Edith woke up in the Hospital wing with a pounding headache she surly thought would drill through her skull. She groaned at the ache gaining the attention of the nurse. "Ah, wonderful you're awake" She stated, already gathering different items.
"How long was I out?" Edith said groggily, eyes adjusting to the bright lights of the sun through the windows.
"Four days dear" The nurse answered. "You had quite the visitor" She added with a soft smile. Visitor? Who was it.
"Who?" Edith inquired but the nurse only shook her head.
"They asked me not to tell" Edith sighed, she had no energy to argue anyways, her hurting state was taking over her mind too much, so much so that she missed the bit of red cloth slipping out the door.
"I wrote to your parents, they we're terribly worried about you but I assured them you'd be okay, I'll let them know you have awoken" The nurse told her before Edith groaned again and laid back down.
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Oliver Wood had succesfully slipped out of the Hospital Wing unnnoticed by her, his hand still ached a little bit but it was nothing he couldn't deal with. No. Now he had to deal with detention with Mcgonagall. He hurred the best he could to not be late, running through the castle halls and nearly slipping on something. When he looked down he noticed the partchment, worned a little now but when he picked it up he noted what the back wrote.
'To Oliver Wood'
He shoved it in his robe pocket and booked it to Mcgonagall to avoid any furthur punishment to himself, though he told himself this detention? was worth it.
Once inside he took a seat at the desk where she instructed him to, he nodded and silently sat down to pull out the letter. He carefully opened it, eyes scanning the words written on the pages.
To Oliver Wood, even though you will never read this. My mother says its a good idea to write out how I feel, to get these feelings off my chest. At first I thought it was silly, something that would never work but I fear she might have been right,
Where do I begin? I guess only recently had I discovered these feelings for you, you're smart, ambitious and passionate about everything you put your mind to. Even more than that, you're love of Quidditch makes me a bit envious, I wish I loved something as much as you love Quidditch. You always look so free and happy from up there in the sky and sometimes it makes me wonder what it's light to not feel so tied down to the ground.
You got tan over summer, probably from practicing quidditch until forced to come inside, you got taller, built muscle that can be seen even under the Quidditch gear but my favorite part? Your freckles. You don't notice them at first, they're faint but Merlin they look like the night sky. I wonder if I'd ever be able to get close enough to count them, including the one on your right side jawline.
You won't know who I am, I'd never tell besides I don't think you'd be very happy with the results, I'm me and you're you. Instead I'll bit my lip and stay quite, stay away because I know.
You could never look at me that way.
Love,
There was no signature, the note even told him so, he wouldn't know who this was. Instead he bit his lip and for once in his life, sat through an entire detention without a single mistep.
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Edith was released back to her life the next day, word got to her parents that she was okay and fine now. She stepped into the bustling Great Hall with a smile, happy to be back at it, her steps faultered a bit when she passed the Gryffindor table and heard his voice.
"I don't know what to do mates, my broom is in pieces and can't be flown….I don't- I can't buy a new one" Olivers voice rang in her ears. She sat at the Slytherin table with her team, noticably one was missing. Marcus Flint sat all the way at the other end of the table with his head down.
A owls coo turned her attention just in time to see an all too familiar owl fly in. It was completely snow white, much like her own hair, but it was carrying a large box in its talens.
"Artemis?" She muttered to herself watching the owl head towards Gryffindor table, this gained the attention of all the other students in the hall. It carefully dropped the box right in front of Oliver, placing the letting from its beak onto the box before hopping back.
What was happening?
Oliver carefully reached for the letter, looking at the green seal on the fron with a G stamped into it. He turned it over and saw it was in fact addressed to him.
"Read it out loud!" one student called out, "Whats in the box?" another asked.
He opened the letter before starting to read it out loud.
"To Mr. Oliver Wood, we heard about what happened in the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin a couple days ago and would like to thank you for…" He trailed off for a second.
"For saving our daughter from becoming more hurt than she already gotten" His eyes rose from the letter and across the hall only to find Ediths staring back at him.
"The Gaunt Family?" "No way" "Edith Gaunts parents wrote Oliver Wood a note?" questions whispered throughout the hall.
"We'd like to formally invite you to have dinner at our house, this saturday at 7pm" He continued reading the note while Edith felt like the ground had opened right up under her.
"Oh my Merlin" She muttered to herself, hands covering her face in embarrassment at the whole ordeal and her parents. Oliver set down the letter and unwrapped the green ribbon on the long white box before lifting the top. Inside sat a sleek brown new broom. The Nimbus 2000 the same one Harry has, the same one Edith has.
His hands nearly trembled as he picked up the brook in his hands and lifted it for everyone to see. Gasps were heard throughout the room as everyone stared in bewilderment.
Oh how Edith was going to kill her parents for this.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. Hello! I have been really enjoying this one so far honestly, I'm still now quite sure how long I want to make it yet but I'm excited to see how it turns out!
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 3,097 words
𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 .ᐟ
𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗 ── . ✴︎
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨│𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗 ♡.ᐟ ˏˋ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ˎˊ˗ ᴘᴛ. ¹
⤷ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨│𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗 ♡.ᐟ ˏˋ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ˎˊ˗ ᴘᴛ. ²
⤷ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨│𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗 ♡.ᐟ ˏˋ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ˎˊ˗ ᴘᴛ. ³
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ᯓ★ 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥
✮ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. Oliver Wood x OC Character
✮ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆. Since your first game you two couldn't stand each other...so why would feelings change.
⭑ ᶜʷ. Swearing
ᴘᴛ Ⅰ
"I forget how busy Diagon Ally Gets" The females voice muttered to herself with the response of a small 'meow' following from the all black cat perched on her shoulder to avoid all the foot traffic.
The door chimed as she stepped into Quality Quittach supplies, she had been saving up all summer for the newest broom for the Quidditch season.
"Is that Slytherins newest team captian I hear" The shop keepers voice rang out as he stepped into view making her smile.
"In the flesh, how are you doing?" She asked as Wini, her cat jumped off her shoulder onto the counter. "Doing quite well, and you? What brings you in?" He asked as she glanced over at the broom in the window. Nimbus 2000.
"Ah I see" He chuckled and shook his head "What did I expect" he headed towards the back and came back with a long box before setting it on the counter.
"Need to be the fastest on the field this season" She stated before fishing out her coin purse to pay.
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The door chimed again as she left waving goodbye to the shop keeper, the streets were still busy making Wini hiss and jump back onto her shoulder. She headed down the brick path to her next stop before bumping into someone smaller.
"Im sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going" The voice stuttered slightly as she glanced down.
"Well if it isn't Harry Potter himself" She stated, a wide grin on her face as she crossed her arms. The cat on her shoulder seemed to copy her grin.
"Im sorry do I know you?" He asked hesitantly.
"Edith Gaunt" She introduced herself, hand out for him to shake. He took it hesitantly and noted her strong grip.
"Harry! Look in Ollivanders for your wand!" Hagrid voice called out behind him, offering a friendly nod towards the girl in Slytherin robes.
"Hopefully I'll see you around Potter" She offered before turning on her heels and heading away to the next shop.
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The sorting ceremony was a big one, all the first years being sorted into their houses to join their family at the school.
"Draco Malfoy" Mcgonagall's voice ran out as the young Draco Malfoy stepped up to the hat.
"Slytherin!" The hat called out, cheers from her table rang out as the blonde boy joined the table with open arms.
"Harry Potter" Mcgonagall said, the hat seemed to have trouble deciding his fate before inevitably placing him in Gryffendor. Edith glanced at their table only to make eye contact with the boy she hated.
Oliver Wood
Gryffendors Captian and her sworn enemy, she rolled her eyes at his coy smirk before turning her attention back to her table, and Malfoy in specific.
"Malfoy, good to see you again" She stated with a smile, he nodded in return. "Edith" he stated, an idea formed in her head.
"How do you feel about Quidditch"
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"Who is Edith Gaunt?" Harry turned to Percy curiously thinking back to the girl.
"Gaunt? Well lets see....Slytherin Prefect and team captain…a force to be reckoned with" He stated carefully.
"A Gaunt? Really? I've her lots about her family" Hermione Granger piped up, eyes dazzling with information.
"Quite a reputation with a name like that" She added, making Harry all the more intriged.
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"Potter? What a nice suprise" Edith looked up from her Charm book in the Library.
"I've…come to ask about Quidditch" He asked nervously, hands fidgeting in his lap as she motioned for him to take a seat. "I'm supprised you didn't go to Wood" She said his last name like it was a hex.
"I did but I wanted other opinions on it" He admitted before she dived into her long rant about the sport.
It wasn't long after when she stood before her team in the Slytherin quidditch tent.
"Alright team, I want a good game out there, play hard" She told them just before the tent flaps opened and they came soaring out. The stands were filled with students from all houses cheering for both teams. When they circled up her eyes found Olivers first, they seemed to every time they played against each other.
"Good luck Wood" Her words were more sarcastic than genuine and she grew more annoyed with the shit-eating grin on his face.
"Don't need luck Gaunt, just need to beat you" He said back making her roll her eyes before the bludger was released into the air and the game started. Both teams sprung into action, brooms whizzing by each other trying to score goals.
Gryffindor took the first 20 points with ease which only pissed Edith off even more but she wasn't the only one. She watched as Marcus Flint took the beater out of his teamates hand and hit the bludger right at Oliver who failed to dodge it in time and was knocked off his brook sending him hurtling to the grround from a far distance.
"Wood!" She cried out, for the first time ever it sound like she was…worried about him.
Edith Gaunt…worried? about Oliver Wood?
She flew up next to Marcus with a stern expression on her face.
"We will be talking after the match" Her tone left no time for argument, that and the fact that were mid match.
Slytherin managed to catch up, each house now holding 20 points to their name as the game continued but when the announcers voice rang out that Harry Potter had caught the golden snitch- with his mouth no less, the game had come to an end.
The teams dispersed back to their own tents, the sound of Gryffindor cheering their way back filled their ears as they walked back in defeat. Edith caught a glimpse of Harry and his wide smile.
"Potter!" She called out, fear glanced over his face for a brief moment.
"Edith…I hope you don't think I came to you to try to get information to win- really I didn't- i just wanted your advi-" She cut him off with laugh and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Potter, you played great and won your first quidditch match as a first year, I'm honestly more upset you're not on my team" She answered honestly.
"I'm proud Potter" She told him, his face lighting up with excitement from the praise.
"Harry! Lets go celebrate" Fred Weasley and George Weasley, the twins appeared next to him.
"We'll if it isn't my favorite twins" She chuckled and crossed her arms.
"Edith! Our favorite Slytherin" They said in unison.
"We're going to celebrate" George started to say before Fred finished the sentence "Come with us"?. Her eyes darted past them to see Marcus Flint trying, and failing terribly so, to sneak away.
"Thank you guys for the invite but I will have to decline, I have buisness to attend to" She told them before bidding them goodbye and stepping past them. The three turned just in time to see what she was doing.
"Marcus Flint. Tent. NOW" The twins 'oooo'd' before leading Harry away.
The Slytherin tent seemed cold, colder than usual.
"Have you lost your mind! That was an illegal move and you know it! You're not a beater Flint, you took a bat. You purposely aimed it at Wood, I ought to kick you off the team! You bloody idiot!" The sounds of Edith berating him filled the tent causing Oliver, who finished putting away his teams equipment, to stall and listen.
"You know I hate Wood but pulling that was idiotic! You're sitting out of practice and I want you running laps around the field, five A.M sharp tommorow, I'll make sure of it…personally" Her words were final and held a edge sharper than a blade.
"But-" He tried to cut in only to earn a cold glare from her.
"Do you want to be benched for a game?" She asked condencending. He was silent.
"Dismissed" she pointed at the tent flaps to which he stomped off. She sighed quietly and not long after she left, bumping into Oliver Wood himself.
"Wood, glad to see you can still walk after that fall….next time try to land on your feet" She was still fuming.
"yeah…" Was all he said with a small nod, and for once…
Oliver Wood was speechless.
-
The remaining days at Hogwarts were…uneventful for Edith Gaunt as she played the same routine out everyday.
Quidditch practice in the morning.
Classes during the day.
Studying at night.
With finals coming up she was focused on staying on top, and Oliver Wood needed to focus. The Library became his second home, the first being the Quidditch pitch of course.
He made his way throught the maze of bookshelves looking for a place to study, then he heard her voice.
"Correct! See you're getting the hang of it". He piered around the bookshelf and saw Edith sitting at a table, surrounded by first year students from all houses. Two Hufflepuff, three Ravenclaw, a Slytherin and two Gryffindor all surrounded her, quill, parchment and book strewn about the table.
She looked…peaceful there.
The way she talked softly to them and guided them through potions work flawlessly. He lurked silently in the shadows to watch, the softest smile gracing his lips.
His heart beat faster in his chest but it wasn't the feeling his felt from flying fast on the pitch or the angry feeling he got when arguing with her.
No…Oliver Wood was falling…and fast.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. I'm back! and with a Harry Potter fanfic?? Holy wow, I've been playing Hogwarts Legacy and Hogwarts Mystery, I'm excited to watch the new series too. Obviously with this fic there's a bit of crossover going on and me having to rewrite the timeline for things to fit but I loved the idea of making her a Gaunt and Ominis getting his happy ending in life by getting married and having a kid to make up for his own parents mistakes and giving love to his child. With that being said you'll see why Edith is so close to certain characters and it's due to family reasons. I don't know how long I'll make this one but I'm excited to write for it, also I have a tiktok (I've joined the hype train of those instagram notes stories, I have an ongoing one about Sebastian rn) If you want to see that go follow me!
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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 1,585 words
what if I came back with a jjk college au (it would probably be a little ooc but oh well)
-be back soon <3 Star!!
Day 10 : 𝘸/ 𝘵𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘦
𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞. ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Go on, let him worship you....he'll spend his life doing it
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. virgin!Tim, religious talk, unprotected sex, female genitalia and clothing used, worshiping, fem reader
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀. Body worship/First time/Corruption
MDNI
Tim had grown up religious, raised on promises that God would guide him, that faith would carry him through every trial. The path had led him here; to the collar, the confessional, the pulpit. A priest, devout and unyielding, his days spent offering prayers to the heavens.
Until the night his prayers were answered.
He was alone in the church, buried in planning for the parish fundraiser. He should have gone home hours ago; not that anyone waited for him there, but habit kept him lingering, his body heavy with fatigue
That was when it came.
A blinding light spilled from the far end of the pews, searing through the shadows. At first, he thought it must have been a flashlight, though no manmade beam could burn so bright. And besides, the church lights were still on. No. This light was different. This light was sacred. It was the kind he had read about in scripture, the kind whispered of in psalms, holy and terrible all at once. His first thought was that it was the end. That judgment had come to claim him, to lift his soul upward. His knees shook, his lips moved soundlessly in prayer.
But then?
The light fractured, broke, and in its place a figure emerged.
You.
The sight of you hollowed him out and filled him all at once. Every verse he’d memorized, every sermon he’d given, suddenly seemed shallow compared to the weight of your presence. You stepped forward, an entity of divine grace and beauty, one that Tim found himself kneeling before.
“Is it time?” He asked, voice wavering on what he could not determine to be excitement or fear. You shook your head, hand cupping his cheek while looking down at him.
“No Tim, I am here for a different reason, sent from above to find pleasure” You stated, even with words so sinful they seemed angelic coming from your mouth. He hesitated for a second, the scripture read of sin and more but…this could surely be different…right?
“P-pleasure? From…me?” He asked, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling before you. You nodded, slow and steady as to give him time to consume the words. “Yes, you were chosen Tim, from above, it’s your time”, he only nodded in response, fearing if he spoke he’d say the wrong thing.
You reached forward, skin warm like he had never experienced before as you brushed his cheekbone. He stumbled a bit, leading you to his office in the back. A clean room with a simple desk, chair and couch for the nights he stayed too late to drive home.
You led him to the couch, gently pushing him down to sit before you. In an instant he sat, hands folded oh so politely in his lap, twitching and begging to reach out and touch you.
"B-but I...I've never done this before" his voice cracked a bit, raw and desperate as he admitted his lack of experience to you. Your thumb trailed over his bottom lip as it quivered a bit from the touch, watching him lean into it.
"That's okay, I'm here to guide you" Your soft and sweet voice was like music to his ears, the kind that would guide him to salvation. He nodded, eyes widen and almost puppy like as he watched you.
"Go ahead, worship me, Tim" You whispered, he acted impatiently, hands sliding up your hips in a instant as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your navel before looking up at you, chin resting right between your ribs.
"I will, I promise I will" He sounded desperate, needy and whiny all at once. Nodding in approval at his desperation to please you, the glossy look in his eyes even though you hadn't even touched him yet.
"Take them off me" you referred to your clothes, watching as he hastily bunched up the fabric to pull over your head. Breath hitching in his throat at the sheer sight of you in front of him, hands hesitating to touch you more. You shifted him and took your place on the couch, lying on your back while he shifted to stand now.
Hands shaking against your thighs as they inched up higher and higher until they reached the hem of your panties and started to pull them off. His body froze at the sight of you before something in him clicked.
He didn't just want to worship you. He needed to.
He made quick work of the fabric around your chest, letting it fall off to expose you bare to him. Tim moved to position himself between your legs, sitting far down enough to get a view of your pussy. His eyes met yours before he reached out, sliding two fingers between the folds and scissoring them apart, exposing you to him.
"So pretty" He said softly, almost breathless while he continued to stare. His other hand sliding up to run over the sensitive clit like he was exploring a body for the first time, well he was. He continued to hold you open while poking and prodding at every bundle of nerves he could find.
"You're so beautiful- so perfect" He was babbling now, looking like a soft puppy begging for some sort of treat. "Can...Can I?" he asked, pulling his fingers away and fumbling with his belt while looking at you. Once you nodded he was quickly to stumble and push his pants down his legs, kicking them off along with is boxers before shyly covering himself up with his hands.
"Don't. Let me see" You told him, propped up on your elbows to watch the pretty pink blush flush across his face while his hands slowly dropped to his sides. You beckoned him over, he followed immediately and listened as you guided him to get on top of you. He listened and carefully laid on top of you, holding himself up with his arms while you reached between your bodies and wrapped a hand around his painfully hard cock. The tip flushed the same color as the blush on his face, leaking with pre cum that you then smudged into his own skin.
Carefully you guided him to your folds, letting him get a feel for it while you rubbed the tip through the soft and wet mound. Whines and moans fell from Tims lips, hips jutting forward in a pathetic manner, trying to chase some sort of friction.
"Please, please let me inside this- ah, pretty pussy, please" His forehead dropped to your shoulder, desperate to hide the whiney moans leaving his throat.
After all, he begged for it so sweetly how could you deny him?
Guiding him to your hole, letting the tip of him push in made another high pitched whine leave him. "S-someone like- oh gosh- like you deserves to be an a-angel" His voice now reduced to a whimper as he sunk into you. At first he didn't dare to move, the warm feeling of you clenching him was almost enough to cum right then and there but he held back.
He started slowly at first, not quite sure of himself not to prematurely cum. Once he got over it, his pace quickened. Forehead still buried into your shoulder to muffle and of the whines and groans.
"S' good, oh gosh, so so so good" He'd mutter out, hips trying to find the correct pace with his inexperience. He got the hang of it, settling on a slower pace. Why rush when he could spend this time worshiping you.
"Touch me, Tim" You told him, watching as he obeyed and moved one hand to your tits. He rolled the perky nipple between his fingers, watching in awe as it got a rise out of you. He leaned down and placed kisses all over them, muttering words between each kiss.
"So perfect" "An angel" "You're so stunning"
The words dripped from his mouth like the prays he spoke on a daily basis, only this time, they were laced with sin. His hand slid down to your thighs while his mouth continued to attack your tits, his fingers finding your clit to etch soft and slow circles into it. He was gentle and slow, not slow enough to drag this one but to make you feel like he wanted to savor this moment.
He could feel you getting closer, the way your walls started to spasm around him. He pulled his face away from your shoulder, a boyslut haze covering his face as he looked down at you.
"You're so pretty" He mumbled out, sincere and raw, all glossy eyed and lip quivering. The entire sight pushed you over the edge, clenching around him and spasming in such a pretty way he just had to cum.
Thick ropes filled you up, his breath heaved like he just ran a marathon while gasps and whines fell from his mouth. A complete mess on top of you, what a sight to see.
His arms shook from where they held himself up but he didn't dare not move, not yet, not until his cock softened and slipped out and even then he didn't dare more.
"I want to worship you forever" He babbled, face pressed into the crook of your neck. Finally he got up to put clothes on and find you some tissues or something, tugging his pants on before digging around his desk for tissues. His back towards you while he searched for a pack of tissues he knew he kept around here, finally he found them and turned back to you.
Only to find your divine light fading and you gone.
Something changed in Tim that night, he continued to be a devoted man of course. A priest by day, the kind people loved and wanted to go to church for, the kind that help out the community whenever he could.
But deep down, something shifted.
Something darker.
Something sinful.
Yes he continued his life of worship, but all of it went to you.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. I LOVE whiny and bottom Tim so much tehe, idc that this man literally fights villains for a living, if I want him to be whiny and desperate then I'LL MAKE HIM, so yeah, he's one of my favs (I don't write about him enough I feel)
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 1,672 words
ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ.
Day 8 : 𝘸/ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘵
𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞. ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. The VHS tape wasn't the one your friend sent you
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (does it really count if they're supernatural beings tho??)
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀. choking/size kink/stomach bulge
MDNI
The phone next to you buzzed, lighting up with a text message from ‘Gavin’
‘I finished my short film! I mailed it to you a couple days ago, should be there soon’ the text read, your friend was a film major and you loved getting to experience his latest creation first hand.
Just as you were about to text back, your doorbell rang. Getting up and going to check the peephole only to see a small package sitting on the front porch, opening the door, you picked up the package.
Figuring your friend just had impeccable timing you shrugged and opened the package only to grow more confused to see a VHS tape sitting in the box, a ‘watch and learn’ written in black marker on the front.
“Who uses VHS anymore…” you wondered out loud before setting the tape down, granted you did have a player sitting around, belonging to your grandparents. You dug it out of your garage and set it up, slipping the tape in before texting your friend back.
‘Creative choice with the VHS, you're lucky I have a player lol’ you texted back before carefully tossing your phone onto the couch and turning back to the tv. You pressed the button in the player and the screen came to life, the blue screen with the play button in the corner as you pressed play.
Nothing happened for the first three seconds before a black screen took its place, a simple white ring in the middle of the screen. You sat there confused, watching the tape for the next couple minutes wondering if this was just the beginning of the film or something but then it ended, VHS player pushing out the tape as it clattered to the ground. You picked it up and shrugged, placing it on your shelf and picking up your phone to see a new message.
‘What? No it’s in a CD like the rest of the are’ Gavin responded
‘Then what did I just watch? It was a couple minutes of a black screen with a white ring in the middle’ you explained
‘No clue dude, sounds cryptic as fuck lol’ he responded making you chuckle and roll your eyes before standing up and deciding to continue on with your day.
-
The next couple of days were….somewhat uneventful, but this looming feeling of something about to happen clung to the back of your mind. It had been nearly a week since that weird VHS showed up at your doorstep and the feeling hadn’t gone away since that. You chalked it up to nerves and being paranoid and turned in for the night, just as you were about to fall asleep you heard the TV click on.
Groaning and shoving off the blankets, you went out to see what was happening. The feeling of dread deepened with each step towards the living room, something inside you told you to turn around.
Yet you never did.
The TV came into view, the screen playing that weird video yet the VHS player remained unplugged, you hesitated for a sec before moving to turn off the TV. After flicking it off you sighed and turned around to head back to bed, only for it to turn back on.
The TV’s glow painted the living room walls in pale grey. The air felt colder now, sharp against your bare arms, like a warning this time. The bright white ring in the background casted a light onto a shadow, you watched confused, knowing that it wasn't there before. The shadow stretched taller, taking shape. Broad shoulders. The suggestion of a hand, outstretched; not threatening, but beckoning.
Whispers filled your ears, a deep voice muttering words you couldn’t quite make out. The hand grew closer to the screen, the shape of fingers forming from the shadows as the palm was pressed to the inner screen of the TV. The screen warped, swirling around the palm as static started to crackle on the screen.
You should run, you knew you should and yet? You stayed frozen, staring.
The hand pressed through the screen, invading your living room. The hand got through, followed by a muscular arm, and soon enough? A man had crawled out of your TV and stood in your living room.
You blinked. Once. Twice. To make sure this wasn’t a dream, but no, this was real.
His footsteps were heavy throughout the room, stalking up to your form.
“It’s your time” He mumbled, a large calloused hand putting a surprisingly soft hand on your cheek. You stared, confused and in shock how someone could just crawl through a screen like that.
“My…time?” You finally managed to mutter out, a shiver running down your spine as his other hand trailed down your arm to settle on the curve of your waist. The hand on your cheek slid slower, wrapping loosely around the column of your neck, not quite squeezing.
“You watched the tape, now, you are mine.” His voice was low, hand slowly applying pressure around your neck.
“Wait- I don’t…I don’t even know you” You stammered, trying to step back but his grasp held you in place.
“You must accept it, or your fate will be worse” his eyes trailed to his large hand wrapped around your neck, hanging loosely like a prized necklace.
“Conner” He muttered, his name or so you had figured.
“If I accept? Then what?” You asked, the fear turning to curiosity deep within you. His gaze sharpened, dark eyes trailing your figure.
“You become bound to me, you feel me, see me, cannot go a day without me” His voice lingered in your ear, not a threat but a promise.
“And If I decline?" You almost feared for the answer but listened anyways, “Then you become bound to the tape, stuck in the endless loop of darkness forever” he spoke from experience.
Did you really have a choice? You nodded, wondering what this would now mean for you. “I accept” The TV behind him flickered off, settling the room in darkness while you could feel him lean forward. His breath hot against your ear lobe, his hands carried themselves lower, resting on your thighs.
“Then let me bind you to me” His voice made you shiver and nod, strong arms picked you up as if you weighed nothing to him. “C-Conner!” the yelp left your lips before you could stop it, hands gripping at the covered surface of your ass.
“Your bedroom” he commanded, letting you guide him to your room. The door creaked open in invitation as he walked in, placing you on the plush surface of the mattress, the bed cradling your body in return.
“Last chance” Conner’s hand was placed back around your neck, never squeezing, not yet at least but there, resting and lying in wait. He was giving you an out, not that you wanted it.
You shook your head, declining the chance, the thought of spending the rest of eternity trapped in a tape sounded dreadful. The hand around your neck tightened for a second, like his hand was flexing, getting a taste of being wrapped around your neck. It made your heart flutter and a heat curl into your stomach.
“Tighter” you voice came out in a whisper, like the words you spoke might turn to bite you, but maybe you wanted them to. He listened, broad hand curling a bit around the shape of your neck, finger pads pressed gently into your pulse point. The feeling of his fingers pressed into the points made your heart pound in your ears.
For a brief second his hand left your neck as he stood before you making quick work of his clothes, shrugging them off and letting them collect into a pile on the floor beside the bed. Your eyes widened at the sheer size of him, unsure if he was even going to fit, he seemed to notice. A smirk pulled on his lips, the only sign of emotion he had shown so far, his hand reached forward to grip your shirt and pull if off you in a swift movement. Then he placed his hands in the middle of your stomach, just under your ribs. “Gonna be up here” His chuckle was dark and knowing, like he knew he spoke the truth.
He was quick to rid you of the rest of your clothes before grabbing your ankle and pulling you to the edge of the bed. His large hands cupped your thighs, spreading them apart for him to kneel between.
His tongue darted forward, licking a stripe up your sensitive folds making you gasp. Thighs threatening to close around his head but he didn't seem to care about the pressure on both sides of his head and instead focused on the now dripping sex in front of him. He attacked it like a starved man, tongue working mercilessly as it dragged through your folds. Lips wrapped around your sensitive clit the obscene sucking sounds made you blush feverishly.
Finally his tongue dipped down, circling the wet hole before plunging deep inside. Each dip and drag of his tongue pushed you closer to the edge, high pitched moans seemed to spur him on as your thighs trembling from their spot on either side of his head until finally he pushed you over the edge. Even he didn't let up, lapping up all your juices until he deemed it was enough and pulled away, grasping and spreading your thighs to make room for himself again.
He left you gasping for air, trying to come down from the overwhelming climax you had just experienced. His hand fisted his cock, wrapped around the long shaft.
"move up on the bed" he spoke watching you eagerly shift up the bed before he hovered on top of you. One arm held him up, the other found its home wrapped around your neck but this time he put more pressure. Enough for you to feel light headed but not cut off your circulation entirely. The feeling of it quickly replaced by the blunt tip of his cock pressed into your hole, the stretch burned, enough to make your whimper and for him to stop.
"S'to big" you muttered watch him chuckle a bit, "you'll make it fit" he whispered into your ear feeling how you clenched around his tip at the thought of it. He pushed in slow, letting your gummy walls slowly stretch to make room for him. The pain turned to pleasure once he was buried at the hilt, slow, leisurely thrusts to let you get used to his size.
Then you noticed it, how his eyes seemed to focus on your stomach, you followed his gaze until you realized where he was staring. Each thrust in and your stomach would bulge a bit where the blunt tip of his cock would press against his insides. His hand gave another dizzying squeeze to your neck before letting go and being placed over your stomach.
His eyes met yours in a sharp glint before he pressed down, the pressure making you arch off the bed into his hand. Your walls growing tighter around him each thrust, the moans spilling from your mouth grew higher in pitch as you grew closer to your second blinding orgasm of the night.
Conner's pace quickened, just enough to help you over the ledge until your walls spasmed around him, threatening to suck him deeper. He pulled out almost all the way and with one final and hard thrust, he came undone. Hot cum leaking deep inside you while his hand placed on that same spot from earlier, right below your ribs.
He pushed down, letting you feel the tip of his cock once again before he leaned down and whispered into your ear.
"Told you"
You woke up the next morning with a start, shooting up in bed only to find your body aching with each movement. You dragged yourself to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, a faint outline of a hand print wrapped around your neck.
Stumbling out to the living room in confusion, a very very faint recollection of last night that you tried to deem a dream.
Everything looked just like how you left it but something still felt off, like something was...there, around you.
You could feel it.
And yet, still you couldn't notice how the mysterious tape on the shelf, was gone.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. I'm not sure how I feel about this one tbh, I feel like I didn't do my man Conner justice but oh well. This one is veryyyy loosely based off the movie The Ring lol but yeah. Enjoy you FREAKS
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 2,079 words
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Day 6 : 𝘸/ 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘳
𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞. ꜱᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. While your marriage fails, the ghost in your mirror seems to be here to help you through it
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. unprotected sex (but like...he's a ghost so??), fem reader, female genitalia used, cheating on significant other (I DO NOT CONDONE THIS PLS DON'T CHEAT)
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀. Dirty talk/mirror sex
MDNI !!
Life had fallen into a dull routine. You’d wake up, go to work, cook dinner alone, because your husband spent most nights anywhere but home; and then crawl into bed, only to repeat it all the next day. He made no time for you anymore. It was always work, or drinks with his friends, or God knows what else. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d slept in the same bed together.
One evening, you finally snapped. You cornered him at the door before he could disappear to yet another bar.
“I can’t keep doing this. We’re married, for Christ’s sake, and I feel like we’re more like roommates than partners. You’re never home!” Your voice cracked with the weight of it, but he only shrugged, tossing out a dismissive, “Couples grow distant sometimes.”
You called bullshit.
He left anyway. And you returned to the bedroom alone. Changing clothes and heading for bed, you passed the floor-length mirror only to catch a flicker of movement. A shape. A shadow. Someone. But when you spun toward it, there was nothing there.
Heart pounding, you chalked it up to stress, to your imagination, and slid beneath the covers. Better to sleep away your worries than let them eat you alive.
The next few nights followed the same script: your husband gone, the house heavy with silence, and you growing emptier with each passing evening. Except for him.
-
Sometimes you felt him; a cold brush along your spine, the phantom press of a hand against the small of your back. Sometimes you caught a glimpse of him in the bedroom’s floor-length mirror: a shape hovering just behind you, visible only when the lights were out and night folded the room into shadow.
At first he was nothing more than a silhouette, all soft edges and dark air. But night by night he solidified. Features sharpened. Eyes. A jawline. Even as a ghost, he was handsome, impossibly familiar and impossibly wrong.
He watched you at all times, seeing how your husband disregarded you, not bothering to fix your failing marriage. Sometimes his hands would brush over your hips, sending that shiver down your spine and wetness straight to your core. You knew you were lonely, your husband never home, never taking care of you. Not in the way he could when he’d whisper in your ear, his cold breath fanning over your neck.
You learned his name, Kyle, and over time you found yourself moaning his name rather than your husband's while you touched yourself late at night. The next time you saw him in the mirror, the smug smirk on his face telling you he saw you that night. You froze slightly, face flushing at the thought of him watching you touch yourself to the thought of him.
Things seemed to change, he was there again, standing behind you as you looked in the mirror, feeling his phantom hands roam your body. “I can take care of you, better than he ever could, just need to tell me yes honey” He muttered in your ear, you watched him in the mirror and hesitated. What about your husband? Would you actually go through with having sex with a ghost? What would it be like? The curiosity got the better of you and you found yourself letting out a breathless.
“Yes”
The air in the room changed, a low, crawling cold that made the hairs on your arms stand up. You watched him in the mirror, and on your hips, cool and surprisingly real. Your breath hitched; for a beat you thought you might scream, but the sound died in your throat. His hands roamed up, they felt cold but not that distant ghostly touch you had been used to, no…
He was real now, brought to your realm to please you.
“You get off on this don’t you? Letting another man take you, knowing your husband can’t please you, can’t fuck you like I can” His whispered into your ear while his hands curled around your shirt. He dragged it up and off your body, followed by your pants, leaving you bare and exposed to him. "I need you on your hands and knee's honey" it was more of a command than an ask but you complied anyways. Sinking down to the position while he kneeled behind you, you watched him in the mirror. His hands would glide over your back, that ghostly chill following each touch as he went from your shoulder, to the middle of your back, down the curve of your ass and finally settling on your slick, puffy folds. "A work of art, a muse, you are" He told you, eyes locked onto yours in the mirror as you watched him behind you. His fingers spread your fold, staring for a couple seconds. "So wet and so beautiful, I'm going to fill you up better than he ever will. I'll have you begging to come to the afterlife with me" His smirk glinted in the mirror, the shiver running down your body told you that maybe he wasn't wrong...about which one? you were still unsure.
He pressed two fingers into you, dipping them inside as you gasped at the sudden movement. Your hips dipped back causing him to hum in satisfaction.
"Want my fingers in you? want me to fuck this needy cunt with my fingers, yeah, I know you do" His tone was low, whispered and just the right amount of softness. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, the slow pace not doing quite enough to get you over the edge, not yet, and he knew that. "Gonna draw out every pretty little noise out of you, wanna hear you come apart on my fingers" He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your spine. The pads of his fingers pressed into the spongey part of you, kissing the walls of your cunt. He added more speed finally allowing your climbing climax to wash over you. "That's it baby, make a mess of my fingers" Kyle muttered through your gasping breaths. "Think you can take me now?" He asked, fingers slowly slipping out of your dripping pussy. You nodded, watching through the mirror as he started to pull his shirt over his head. His lean and toned body reflected in the mirror, the faint sound of his zipper inching open before he shuffled out of his pants. "Bet he never touches you like this" He scoffed, not at you, but at the mere thought of someone having someone like you at home and not appreciate them. "Gonna take care of you" he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he nudged open your folds with the mushroom tip.
Slowly he pushed in, jaw clenching feeling your gummy walls wrap around him. A moan slipped past your lips mixing with his grunts as he finally slid in to the hilt. "T-tell me" He grunted, hips staggering for a second before finding their rhythm. Slow and passionate, hitting all the right spots inside of you as his hand softly wrapped under your jaw. Guiding your head up to watch the both of you in the mirror. "Tell me he doesn't touch you like this" His eyes held your gaze, hips guiding his dick out of you almost full before snapping forward. "Tell me." He commanded, voice lowering into a rasp. "N-NO!" you finally managed to yelp out, the feeling of his cock being dragged in and out made your legs shake with such please you hadn't felt in ages now. "I know honey, I know he can't touch you like this, like I can" He bragged, feeling how'd you'd reach to his words by clamping down on him making him groan. "T-taking me so well honey, like you were made F'me" He chuckled, listening to your mews and moans fill the room. His pace quickened hand slipped around your waist to play with your puffy and sensitive clit. "Gonna cum for me again honey?" He chuckled watching you through the mirror. Eyes squeezed shut making him shake his head and stop his passionate thrusts. "I want your eyes open when you cum for me, yeah?" He started slowly rolling his hips into yours.
Slowly you opened your eyes, finding the strength to keep them open them to look at him. His pace quickened again, fingers moving against your clit watching as it all pushed you over the edge. Moans slipping from your lips, his name like a pray as he continued to fuck you through the orgasm. Your walls spasmed around his cock, a creamy circle around the back of his cock where you were intertwined. "Yeahhh honey, gonna- fuck- gonna cum" he groaned, hips meeting yours for a couple more thrusts before you felt it. Heavy dick twitching in your fluttering walls, his sticky release painting your walls. "Yeah, taking me so well, letting me fill you up this this honey" he whispered sweetly into your ear, breath fanning over your lobe. The two of you stayed there for a couple minutes longer until he pulled out, a gush of both of your juices mixed trailed down your thigh and dripped to the ground. "Gonna get you cleaned up" Kyle promised, and in the blink of an eye he had a rag in his hand. Warm and damp as he cleaned off your sticky thighs. "He doesn't deserve you" He muttered, watching you pull your clothes back on. Yeah...maybe your husband didn't deserve you.
"What am I supposed to do?" You asked, voice quiet as you wondered how you could possibly just go back to your loveless marriage after that. "Come with me" He offered you a hand, now clothed again. You hesitated, staring at his outreached hand before your eyes flickered up to him. "I'll take care of you, I promise" You nodded, hand reaching out to take him as he walked backwards to the mirror. You watched as he stepped into the mirror, it swirled around him as he continued to disappear into it. "Don't be scared, I've got you" He whispered. And just like that, you stepped in to.
"Honey? Listen I've thought about what you said and...you're right, we can fix this, fix us" You're husbands voice echoed through the empty hall. He searched every room before stopping at the bedroom, figuring you must have just been asleep. Nudging the door open only to find a cold, dark and empty room. "Honey?" His voice wavered, footsteps carrying him into the room as he looked around. His eyes fell on the mirror, the reflection of himself staring back. He stepped forward only to step in something sticky. "What the hell?" He muttered, looking down at the strange white substance on the floor. A gust of wind sent shivers down his spine, his eyes trailing back up to the mirror only to see two shadowy figures behind him and a ghostly voice in his ear. "She's mine now."
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. I actually really liked this one bc of the fact that I've never written anything like, really supernatural before lol. Nothing like this. Also when planning my kinktober list, I got this idea to listening to Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde. How did we feel about Kyle Rayner ?? I'm excited for Tim and Dick/Wally tehe. (also I wrote this about an hour before it's supposed to be up bc I got distracted playing the sims...)
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 1,850 words
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Day 3 : 𝘸/ 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯
𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞. ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. When a killer surfaces 35 years later, you get sent back in time to figure out who the killer is and stop them from finishing what they started but the killer seems to have had other ideas
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. intoxication/under-age drinking, no gore in this one, use of female genitalia, fem reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it guys)
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀. Handcuffs/cock warming
MDNI !!
The news, the internet, every front page screamed the same story: a string of murders tearing through town. Each one matched an all-too-familiar M.O. The kind whispered about in hushed tones. A killer from thirty-five years ago who had vanished into thin air, never caught, never punished.
You told yourself not to worry. Monsters like that belonged to the past.
Until the night you came home from class.
The kitchen floor was slick with blood, pooling beneath your mother’s still body. The air reeked of iron and something sharp, final. And on the counter, scrawled in scratchy, jagged handwriting, a note waited for you.
“I should have done this years ago.”
It hit you hard; the death, the note, the threat woven into it. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t senseless. It was personal. In your grief, you started digging into your mother’s past, desperate for answers. What you uncovered was worse than you imagined. Years ago, when the killer first appeared, he hadn’t been striking at strangers. He had stalked a group of teenagers, your mother’s own friends. One by one, they had been picked off, their names whispered in headlines and urban legends.
But your mother had survived.
The only one.
Until now.
And now you were desperate. Desperate enough to dive into corners of the internet you had no business exploring. Shadowed forums, threads hidden in layers of code, places that reeked of obsession and madness. All for one impossible goal: to bring your mother back.
It was insane, you knew that. The dead stayed dead. And yet, you searched anyway.
That was when something caught your eye.
Time travel.
It was laughable. Ridiculous. And still, your pulse quickened. You devoured the post, reading directions scrawled like a dare: a time machine hidden in the skeleton of the abandoned amusement park on the edge of town. You told yourself it was fake. A sick joke. But you still found yourself lacing your shoes, sneaking out into a house that felt too empty, too silent without her. The night air bit at your skin, sharp and cold, carrying the kind of hush that felt like a warning. The town stretched quiet around you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching as you made your way toward the amusement park.
The wind rustled behind you as you stepped into the abandoned park, but once you crossed the gates, everything went still. It was as if the breeze itself couldn’t reach inside to warn you. The only sound was your own footsteps scraping against the cracked asphalt as you followed the directions from that cursed forum. They led you to an old, dirty, broken photo booth at the edge of the midway. Its faded paint peeled in long strips; the curtain sagged like a rotten shroud.
You pulled it back and almost laughed. This was what you’d risked everything for? This relic of nostalgia, smelling faintly of dust and rust? The absurdity twisted in your chest. This was stupid. All of it. Just a desperate act from someone drowning in grief.
You sat down anyway, because what else was there left to do?
The tears came then, hot and silent. They streaked down your face as frustration curdled into anger; anger at the killer, at the note, at the universe for taking your mother. Your hands trembled. In a burst of rage you slammed your palm against the cracked screen. Pain jolted up your arm. Sharp, electric.
But that wasn’t what made your breath hitch.
The dead booth whirred to life.
A low hum built into a whine. Light blazed from behind the fractured glass, blinding white that swallowed the tiny booth whole. You tried to shield your eyes, but it was too much. Everything dissolved into white, then black, then nothing. When the light faded, your ears rang. Your eyes stung. You blinked rapidly, trying to clear the black dots swimming across your vision—
And froze.
Voices. Daylight. Two things that hadn’t been there seconds ago.
You turned slowly and drew back the curtain. Where there had been an empty, decaying park, there was now a riot of color and life. The rides stood tall and gleaming, the asphalt smooth and unbroken. Children laughed. Music played faintly over a loudspeaker. The air was warm and bright.
Surely this had to be a dream.
But the sun on your skin felt real. Too real.
You stumbled out of the booth, shielding your eyes against the blinding daylight. The world around you looked…wrong. Different. People bustled through the park in bright patterns and loud colors you’d only ever seen in old 80s movies. Neon scrunchies. High-waisted jeans. Big hair.
Your chest tightened.
You rushed toward the first person you saw, a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who seemed harmless enough.
“What year is it?” Your voice wavered, caught somewhere between needing the answer and dreading it. The woman blinked at you, startled. “It’s 1987, dear. Are you alright? Did you hit your head on something?” Panic surged through you, but you forced a quick shake of your head, muttering that you were fine. Fine. Totally fine.
But you weren’t.
1987. The year your mother’s friends had died. The year the killer had begun his spree. The year it all started. Your stomach dropped. The photo booth hadn’t been a scam. It had worked.
But now you needed to focus. Needed to find your mom and somehow stop all this from happening. And to do that, you started with the school.
-
It was safe to say meeting your mom when she was a teen was nothing like you had imagined, she was….different, popular and a bit mean…okay scratch that she was really mean but you couldn’t care. Keeping her alive was your priority.
No distractions.
Until he came along, a guy who, had this been your modern day, would be like twice your age. Oliver Queen. All too charming and charismatic and someone who you had caught the eye off.
But it didn’t matter. You had bigger things to focus on.
Like your mom’s friend group.
They weren’t what you’d expected, either. Loud, reckless, sharp-edged in ways only teenagers could be. And when one of the girls announced her birthday was coming up, it was apparently a given that they’d be celebrating with a weekend away at some cabin in the woods.
The thought chilled you.
Because you knew the story. You’d read the accounts. That cabin trip was where everything had started. You tried to tell them not to go, that there were other ways to celebrate, and in return? They called you pussy and pressured you into going with, fearing for the worst and having no other choice, you went.
The cabin was secluded, far from any sort of civilization. The gravel crunched as another car pulled up, a group of guys jumped out. And then him. His eyes locked onto yours, a smirk grazing his lips like he knew something you didn’t…and maybe he did.
-
You were supposed to be watching over them, making sure nothing happened to her. But then someone brought out alcohol and offered you a drink, you told yourself in order to blend in and not raise any suspicion you had one.
One turned to two.
Two turned to four.
And four turned to making out with Oliver on the couch, the others dispersed into other rooms, people pairing up to do who knows what under this roof. His hands roamed your body, dipping under your shirt to caress smooth skin, mouth heavy against your own.
Somehow you had made it to an empty bedroom, the door closed and locked behind you while he hovered over you on the bed. Long gone were all of your clothes, piled on the ground with his, he paused for a second and dug out something from his bag, something metallic.
"Can I put these on you?" He muttered against your skin, pressing wet kisses to your neck. The alcohol clouded your mind and in the heat of the moment, you nodded. He grinned and flipped you onto your stomach, taking both wrists with one hand and locking the handcuffs around them.
He lifted you up, placing you on his lap while his back hit the bed frame. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this" He'd mutter, watching you squirm on top of him, desperate for any sort of friction.
"Yeah? want my cock? come here baby" He groaned while his hand wrapped around himself. Lined up with your dripping hole, teasing as his tip barely notched in. Finally he gave you what you want, allowing himself to sink into the warm wetness with a loud grunt.
"Hold it there baby, no moving until I say so" He groaned, head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. You squirmed, trying to roll your hips forward but his large hands stoped you, holding you still as he pulled back to look at you.
"What did I say? keep still until I say so" His voice a deep growl making you whine. His hand slips between where your bodies are connected, fingers ghosting over your sensitive clit making you jolt forward.
The metal handcuffs clinked behind you, a reminder of your limited amount of movement while you continued to squirm.
"Fine fine, I'll give you what you want" He chuckled, the deep rumble from his chest shook you as he finally thrusted his hips up to meet yours. Moans filled the room followed by the harsh sound of skin on skin contact. His hips snapped up into yours with a brutal pace while his hands gripped your hips to hold you down.
You could feel it coming, the way your walls tightened around him making every drag of his cock even more intoxicating. "F-fuck, gonna cum for me? yeah? I can feel it, gripping me like- fuck, like that" He groaned. You knew he was close, the way his fast and harsh rhythm started to falter into short and more spastic bursts, his dick twitching deep inside you.
It was enough for your climax to hit you like a truck, seeing stars as he pulled out. His hand wrapped around his dick, using your juices as lube to jerk himself off before spurts of hot cum hit your stomach. You mentally thanked him for pulling out, that was not something you currently wanted to deal with.
"Shit, you feel so good" He muttered, forehead resting on your shoulder again. The thin layer of sweat between you shimmed while you caught your breath, his hands reaching around you after he grabbed the small key from the nightstand. The metal of the handcuffs jingled as he unlocked them, freeing your wrists from the confines.
He brought both of your wrists up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to them to sooth the redness lined from the cuffs.
"That was totally killer" he muttered through a kiss pressed to your lips.
killer.
the word shot through you like a bucket of ice, you had been so distracted by...him, you forgot what you were here for in the first place. You shot up out of the bed and threw on your clothes before rushing out, knocking on every door in the house only for it to be opened by one or another very confused or half naked person.
it seems like the killer had struck tonight after all.
You had done it....sort of. You figured out the killer and unfortunately it just had to be him didn't it?
Oliver was being loaded in the back of a police car, he was caught but at the price of your mom's friends. What was done was done and now, you could go home.
You found yourself back in the Photo Booth, taking a deep breath before repeating that same step that brought you to this place the first time. You knuckles collided with the screen, it cracked, fizzled and dimmed before that same blinding white light shot out.
This time you welcomed it, letting it envelope you to bring you home.
When the light cleared, you stepped out of the booth. The amusement park long decrepit by now like you were used to, you ran home and bursted through the door to find your mother in the kitchen.
You had done it.
"There you are, I was worried" She started to say before sliding a letter your way.
"This came in today, for you" You took it, opened it and felt your knees shake.
'Don't think I forgot about you baby' written on the white card, and right below it?
A small key.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. So I actually struggled with this one for multiple reasons, 1. I needed to think of a slasher movie to fit this weeks theme but every time I thought of one I realized it was being used for a future fic instead until I remembered this movie (lowk, the title gives it away) and wanted to do something with it. 2. the change from mission focused to sex scene was hard to think of, oops...anyways, more next week!!! (also has anyone noticed I've been releasing these at 3:00 am, the spookyyy hour)
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 2,113 words
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Day 2 : 𝘸/ 𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳
𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞. ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜰᴜɴ
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. A remote summer camp descends into terror when a relentless axe-wielding killer begins hunting the unsuspecting campers and counselors.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. Summer camp slasher, camp counselor killer x counselor, slight gore (not extreme), use of female genitalia, fem reader
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀. Begging/oral/outdoor sex
MDNI !!
Summer camp was supposed to be the best part of the year, sunburned skin, lazy afternoons by the lake, and just enough responsibility to feel like adults while still being paid to play.
The no WiFi and cold showers were awful, but none of that mattered. You kept coming back, summer after summer, for five years now. For the friendships. For the memories. For the way camp always felt like its own world.
That’s when you met him.
Roy Harper. The new counselor in bunk five. literally running into him while carrying a tray of dishes in the kitchen, nearly dropping everything. He caught your wrist before the plates could shatter, and you caught his smile; sharp, easy, disarming. His red hair burned brighter than the sun outside.
From then on, he seemed to appear everywhere: canoe trips where you shared a boat, bonfires where he always found the seat beside you, late-night sneaking past curfew that ended in stolen kisses behind the cabins. Skinny dipping under moonlight. Laughter echoing across the lake.
It felt like the kind of romance you only got in the summer—quick, reckless, unforgettable.
Simple summer fun.
Until the screaming started.
The first one ripped through the night twenty minutes after lights out. You bolted from bed in just a tank top and shorts, heart hammering. Kids spilled from the bunks in chaos—some sobbing, some running into the dark.
“Kelly- she’s dead!” a counselor gasped when you caught his arm. Kelly, the camp director. Her chest clenched.
Before you could even react, another scream sliced through the night. This one closer.
You sprinted to the bathrooms, yanked open the door, and froze. Gavin, one of your friends, was slumped against the tile wall. His throat had been opened wide, blood pooling in a dark halo beneath him. His eyes were still open, glassy and vacant.
Your stomach turned, bile burning in the back of your throat. You stumbled back, choking on a cry, before forcing yourself to move. The counselors scrambled, herding terrified campers to the bus. Keys were found. Engines roared. Safety was waiting; just beyond the shadows.
You was the last one about to climb aboard when a hand clamped over your mouth.
You thrashed, muffled screams trapped in your chest as you were yanked into the treeline. “Go!” you tried to yell, tears streaking hot down your face. “Get them out! Get help!”
The bus lurched forward, headlights cutting through the dark as it carried the kids away.
Then it was just you.
Your back hit the dirt as you were shoved to the ground. You scrambled backwards, breath jagged, until the figure stepped into the moonlight. A hood shadowed their face. Their grip tightened on the handle of an axe, its blade slick with blood that dripped slow and steady onto the forest floor.
“Wh–why are you doing this? Please—” Your voice broke as you begged, trembling.
A low chuckle rolled from his chest, dark and amused. “God, I love hearing you beg for me.”
Your stomach dropped. That voice. You knew that voice.
“Roy?” Your breath hitched, tears welling as you stared up at him. “W–what are you doing? You… you killed them.”
He tilted his head, hood slipping just enough for the moonlight to catch his smirk. “That bastard in the bathroom—Gavin, right? Couldn’t stand the way he looked at you, doll. Always watching you when you weren’t paying attention. He deserved it.”
Roy lifted the axe, slow and deliberate, and drove the blade into the dirt beside you head. The ground shuddered with the impact, the edge buried inches from your skull. You let out a sharp yelp, heart hammering so hard you swore it would burst from your chest.
He chuckled from above you, body blocking out the moonlight as he stood like a wall. Thick arms crossed over his chest and hood now pulled down to reveal his face.
“You wanna live?” He asked, his voice low and filled with a sickeningly teasing tone, as if he hadn’t already killed at least two people.
You nodded, quickly, still on the ground as the rocks and sticks scraped against your hands.
“Beg for it then, show how much you really wanna walk out of here unharmed baby” He smirked, the glint of his white teeth sent a shiver down her spine and a shock to her core.
“Roy- please baby- you have to let me out of her, don't do this to me, please” Roy cut you off with a ‘tch’ and shook his head.
“You can do better than that, I want you on your knees” He sneered, you nodded and positioned yourself to sit on your knees, looking up at him through your lashes.
Maybe there was one way you could get out of there unharmed…
“Roy, baby, please I'll do anything, just don't hurt me. You wouldn't, right? You wouldn't hurt me, please” You begged, one hand now resting on his thigh, your palm trembling against his leg.
“Anything, huh?” He hummed, hand now coming up to cup your cheek. You looked up at him through thick lashes and nodded, your hand slowly sliding up his thigh.
Maybe, just maybe, you could distract him long enough for you to escape, or for someone to call help or anything that lets you escape with your life.
“Anything baby, please, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, right?” You pleaded again, other hand now coming up to rest on the waistband of his jeans.
“Well, knowin’ I’m either walking out of here in handcuffs or not at all, guess I better make the most of it yeah?” He scoffed out before starting to undo the silver belt buckle before your hands slid to cover his.
“Let me do it for you” You told him, hands shaking while undoing the buckle. You were able to get it off and clatter to the ground before slowly undoing the button, still looking up at him from your kneeling position.
The button popped open with ease as you started to shrug his pants down to his knees, she swallowed hard as she stared at the large bulge evident in the black and red boxer briefs he was wearing.
"What's wrong baby, too scared to take it all?" He teased, voice dropping low with lust as you shook your head.
"N-no" You squeaked out, convincing neither one of them, it earned a laugh from him. You glanced up at him one last time before hooking your fingers into the band and pulling down, freeing him from the confines.
His cock spring up, nearly hitting himself in the stomach from the force.
Your tongue darted out to wet her lips as she stared, tip flushed a angry red with pre-cum already dribbling and smeared across it. Nervously you reached forward and wrapped your hand around the base as he groaned at the sudden grip.
"There you go. just like that" He muttered while you started to move your hand, stroking his entire cock, feeling the veins against the palm of your hand.
You shuffled forwards, feeling a stick jab into your knee making you wince but ultimately ignored it. Eyes now looking up again to gauge his reaction as you leaned forward and licked his tip. He let another grunt leave his lips which you took as a sign to keep going. Starting slow at first as you started to take him into your mouth, the warm and wet cavern against hot skin made you shutter in a way you knew you shouldn't have.
"Fuckkk, yeah just like that baby- shit- it's like you were born for this" He muttered as you took him further into your mouth, only stopping when you gagged a bit but this only seemed to spur him on more.
"Yeah, wanna hear you gag on my cock" He chuckled out, hand now clamped into your hair to gently push you down into his dick even more.
The tip of his cock gently nudged the back of your throat, a gasp followed suit as you tried to take him in. The obscene sound of spit, gagging and his moans filling the night air with the crickets and other nightly creatures.
Roy glanced down at you, the sight one that could nearly send him to Heaven...
or Hell after everything he had done tonight.
But none of that mattered when you had spit dripping down your chin, throat visibly bulging when he went further down by accident.
"F-fuck baby, gonna cum down your pretty little throat yeah? That what you want?" He muttered, watching as you nodded through hooded eyes.
You moaned slightly, the vibrations sending tingles up his dick and straight to his brain. He groaned loudly, hips jerking forward with enough force you gagged again.
You could feel him twitch in your mouth, hips stuttering one last time before he buried himself up to the hilt in your mouth. One hand keeping your head there while ropes of cum shot down your throat forcing you to swallow.
Once he let go of her head, you pulled off with a wet 'pop' and took a deep breath to regain all the air you'd lost.
"Fuck baby, heads so good you might make me see God" He joked, pulling his pants up and buckling them.
"Go to hell" She rasped out before she could stop herself, voice rough and throat bruised.
"Plan on it sweetheart" He chuckled darkly, reaching for the axe before a bright light shown on both of them.
"Freeze!" You let out a breath, the police made it, you'd would be okay. Roy chuckled from above you, holding his hands up in surrender as one of the officers put him in handcuffs. Another helped you up and got a blanket as you sat in the back of the ambulance that arrived.
"This won't be the last time you see me sweetheart" Roy called out as they dragged him into the back of a flashing blue and red car. His words made you heart drop.
Not with fear though, with anticipation.
"Mr. Harper, you got a visitor" The prison guard escorted him to the booths, a clear glass dividing the two sides, a orange phone on both sides.
He sat down with a smirk, leaning back and crossing one arm over his chest while the other picked up the phone.
"Hey Sweetheart, missin' me already?" He chuckled.
You nodded, hand coming up to press against the glass watching as he did the same.
"You just came to visit last week" He pointed out, you sighed softly into the phone.
"Been too long baby" you huffed, lips pulling into a pout. He laughed slightly and shook his head.
"Only a couple more months sweetheart, we'll be together again" He promised darkly, a smirk on his lips as you smiled brightly.
Who knew four years would go by so quickly.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. second one done! idk if the ending made sense but it's lowkey eluding that it's been four years since that night had happened and you have need visiting him ever since, it's lowkey a very bad relationship ur in butttt it's kinktober what did we expect?? Movie : Fear Street pt 2: 1978
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 1,823
Day 1 : 𝘸/ 𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥
𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞. : ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. A quiet town is thrown into chaos when a masked killer emerges from the shadows, leaving fear and bodies in their wake.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. : masked man, knife, serial killer on the loose, use of female genitalia and feminine outfit, fem! reader
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀. : knife-play/masks/hair-pulling/photos/unprotected sex (wrap it up guys)/fingering
MDNI !!
Fall of 1998. While the town whispered about the murders stalking teenagers in their quiet neighborhoods, you’d lay sprawled on the couch without a care in the world. Normally, with your parents out of town during such a spree, you might have felt afraid.
But why worry, when you had Jason Todd, your loving boyfriend, holding you close in his strong arms, the glow of the VHS movie flickering across them both. Outside, the wind rattled against the sliding glass door, and the warm lamp light cast a soft, golden haze over the room.
“I’ll be right back, love. Gotta piss,” Jason murmured, pressing a quick smile down at you before slipping out of your arms and disappearing from the living room.
The sudden quiet left a pit in your stomach. Telling yourself it was nothing, just nerves stirred up by the headlines.
Ringggg.
You froze. eyes darted to the white landline on the table beside the couch. Who would call this late?
Probably your parents, you thought. With the time difference, it was only early evening where they were. Shaking it off, you reached for the phone and lifted it to your ear.
“Hello?”
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” The voice rasped through the line, rough, ragged, and low. The kind of voice that crawled straight up the spine.
“W-who is this?” you whispered, teeth worrying your bottom lip as your gaze flicked nervously around the room.
“You didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.” A dark chuckle followed
and then click
the line went dead.
Your heart pounded. Slamming the receiver back into place, and wrapping your arms around yourself. you weren't alone in the house.
“Jason?” you called, voice trembling. “Baby, where are you?”
Silence. The wind outside howled harder, and the lights flickered.
A loud crash echoed from upstairs. Your heart lurched, Jason. Something must have happened to him. Without thinking, you hurried toward the staircase, only to pause when you spotted the baseball bat leaning against the wall. Father had left it there days ago. Tonight, you silently thanked him.
Gripping the bat with trembling hands, you crept up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaking boards you knew by heart. Each step brought you closer to the shadow at the top.
Then you froze.
Your bedroom door stood cracked open, and through the gap you saw it—them. A tall figure, draped in black, the pale mask catching just enough light to turn your blood to ice. The sight ripped a gasp from your throat before you could swallow it down.
The figure’s head snapped toward you.
Panic surged. You stumbled back, heart hammering, then bolted down the stairs, the bat slipping from your grip as you ran. You could hear them behind you, the pounding of boots, the swish of fabric, just out of reach.
You almost made it to the front door. Almost.
Something sharp clattered against the floor in front of you, and your foot caught, sending you sprawling hard onto your stomach. trying to scramble forward, nails clawing at the floor, but the sudden weight pressing onto your legs held you down.
“No- please, please don’t kill me!” you begged, sobs catching in your throat.
A gloved hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck ached and your chest lifted painfully off the ground. You cried out.
A blinding flash went off in front of your eyes. A camera. Blinking rapidly, black spots swimming in your vision.
“So fucking pretty like this, baby.”
That voice. You knew that voice.
“Jason?” You whispered, horror and disbelief colliding in your chest. “W-what’s happening?”
He let go of your hair, and you collapsed forward, face nearly striking the floor.
“I’m making things interesting, baby,” he growled against your ear. His breath was hot even through the mask, sending shivers down your spine. “Didn’t you feel it? The fear of being chased? Doesn’t it make you feel things… things you shouldn’t?”
“I- Jace, plea—” Your voice cracked, cut short as something cold and sharp pressed against your throat. Metal. A knife. A big one. You swallowed hard, pulse hammering beneath the blade.
You should be terrified. Should scream. Should fight.
Instead, your body betrayed you, heat curling low, a shameful ache twisting with the fear.
“Yeah? What’s wrong, baby? Something caught your throat?” His voice dripped amusement, dangerous and dark. He turned the blade, laying the flat side against your neck, pressing until your skin tingled.
A small, broken sound slipped from your lip; half whimper, half moan. You hadn’t meant to. God, you hadn’t meant to.
Jason chuckled, low and rough. “Look at that. My girl’s a slut after all. Knew you’d be into this- being so fucking helpless to me.”
“I—I can’t help it, Jace. Please…” you whispered, trembling beneath him. His gloved hand slid slowly up your calf, over your thigh, and settled on the soft curve, squeezing hard enough to make you squirm. His low chuckle rumbled against your ear.
“Yeah? Bet if I pushed up this little skirt you wore tonight, I’d see how wet you really are” You felt his hand start to drift higher. Stomach twisting, because he was right. You had chosen that skirt for him, knowing they’d have the house to yourself.
The fabric was soon gathered around your waist, exposing you, vulnerable and trapped. One hand kept the knife steady at your throat while the other slipped beneath you, pulling you up onto your hands and knees.
“I knew it,” he taunted, his smirk audible behind the mask. “My girl’s a slut for me. Look at you.”
A shiver raced down your spine as the knife left your neck, only to trail with agonizing slowness over your shoulder, down the ridge of your spine, and across the curve of your hip. The cold steel kissed your skin, each touch a threat and a promise.
Briefly it left your body, the feeling of cold metal against hot skin was no more and you almost missed it until you could feel the knife again, dull side pressed into your hip. Hooked under your panties before the sound of fabric tearing away with ease filled your ears.
Gasping, the rush of cool air against exposed skin left you breathless, shame and desire colliding in your chest.
Another whimper left your lips, the sound sending jolts of pleasure to his dick as you tried to look over your shoulder at him.
“Please Jason, do something, anything, need you” You nearly fell forward feeling his thumb press into your clit, another moan tearing from your throat as your head lulled forward. He growled a bit, letting up on the pressure to grip your hair and pull it back.
"Head up pretty girl" He warned in your ear as your eyes fluttered closed from the pain and pleasure, you nodded quickly acknowledging his command.
Then you felt it, the unmistakable feeling of his knife, pressed flatly to your pussy making you twitch.
"Yeah you like that don't you?" He asked making you mew and nod again, his hand still griping your hair and the other pressing the knife to your hot and wet slick.
"Want- need more, please, need more from you" You moaned out. He chuckled and slowly shook his head back and forth before dropping the knife with a clattering sound.
The sound of fabric rustling followed by the soft and faint thud of something else hitting the floor after he let go of your hair made you nearly look to see what he was doing but the feeling of his bare hands on you made you gasp slightly and arch your back.
You could feel one of his fingertips ghosting over your hole before it entered. Jason had large hands, and equally large fingers. Sure you had sex before but every time you continued to be surprised by his sheer size.
One finger was followed by another, his middle and index finger working and coaxing as you moaned again. He curled them perfectly, like he knew how to play your body better than any instrument.
"That's it baby, cum on my fingers for me" He coached you through it, feeling how your walls clenched and fluttered around his fingers pushing you over your first climax, leaving you gasping and breathless.
As your chest heaved up and down slightly, and knees began to hurt from the cold hard tiles beneath them you heard the sound of a belt buckle unbuckling behind you.
"S'good for me" He muttered, his pants and briefs now pushed down as he nudged your legs apart and kneeled between them. His hand wrapped around his cock, giving a couple slow strokes before leaning forward. He dragged it through your slick folds, gathering your own release to use as lube while his tip caught your entrance just barely.
"Please, fuck me Jason" Your moan was cut short by his hips jolting forward, shoving his entire length into you abruptly as your jaw slacked open, a slight scream emitting from your open mouth.
"Yeah that's it baby, I wanna hear you scream for me, let the neighbors know who fucks you this good" He groaned, pulling all the way back out before slamming back into you, the force nearly causing you to fall forward had his grip on your waist not been tight enough to leave bruises.
He set a brutal pace, fast and hard and unlike anything you had experience before. He was usually so gentle, so soft with you like you might break but this? it made your head reel and mind fog in the best way possible.
"Fuck baby- feel S'good, this pretty pussy was made for me, and only me, got it?" He growled, the obscure sound of wet squelching and skin on skin contact bounced off every wall in the kitchen.
"Only yours Jason" You gasped out, eye squeezed shut as feeling the second orgasm build up. He wasn't too far behind, you could feel the way his hips stuttered out of rhythm as your walls clenched around him, trying to drag him deeper.
"Fuckkkk, made for me baby, S'good, so fucking good" He groaned as you clenched down tight around him, head thrown back in ecstasy as your second climax washed over you. Body trembling, threatening to give out from under you while he held you up.
"Almost there baby- just- fuck..." His hips lurched forward one last time, his dick twitching inside you as ropes of his cum painted your insides.
"Fuck baby- so good" He mutter, reaching up to take the white ghost mask off, letting it fall to the ground as he leaned forward, his forehead glinted against the lights with the thin layer of sweat. He rested it against your shoulder, one strong arm next to you to hold you up as both of you caught your breath.
Slowly he pulled out, a whimper leaving your mouth at the sudden loss before he stood up. pulling his jeans and briefs back up and tucking himself away.
"I'll clean you up baby" He muttered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before grabbing a rag and getting it damp before cleaning up your thighs to free you of your combined sticky mess.
The two of you lounged lazily on the couch, The Princess Bride playing softly on the TV at your request. You absently traced little shapes across his chest with your fingertip, the fabric warm beneath your hand.
“Hey, Jace?” you murmured, tilting your chin up toward him.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he answered, the casual endearment making your heart skip, nearly derailing the question you'd been working up the nerve to ask.
“You’re… not actually the killer going around town… right?” Your voice dipped at the end, uncertain, as your gaze slid down to your own fidgeting hands.
“Nah, baby. Don’t worry about it.” His easy smile smoothed away any concern, and you found herself returning it without hesitation.
“Right. Of course you’re not.” You let out a small laugh, as if to scold yourself for ever doubting him.
…If only you had looked closer- if only you had noticed the faint, rusty smear of red clinging to the edge of the mask resting carelessly on the floor.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. first one done! I'm actually so excited to be participating in this years kinktober. Iv've never done it before and it gives me the chance to write darker things that I usually wouldn't write about! also I will be writing normal, non smut October/halloween based pics. I wrote this one at like the start of September bc I really liked this idea and couldn't wait lol. Some of these are based on horror movies, some aren't, see if you can guess which horror movie. this one is obviously Scream
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 2,056 words
ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ. I'm going to have a seperate taglist for my kinktober fics because I don't know if those who requested to be on a taglist for certain characters want to be exposed to this kind of stuff, comment if you want to be added to the kintober taglist.
ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᯓ★ 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵
✮ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. Wally West x Fem!Reader
✮ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆. Wally is a flirt, and sometimes you can’t tell if he’s being serious or just joking
⭑ ᶜʷ. slight steamy kiss at the end, nothing bad/explicit
Wally West was a massive flirt, that much was evident when you met him. He’d wink, toss a compliment and an arm around you and call you “his future wife”. The first time he said it, you laughed, the fourth you rolled your eyes, and by the tenth you had just learned to accept it along with the series of other pet names he insisted on calling you by.
The entire team watched with knowing eyes, a subtle smirk on their faces as they watched. Conner raised an eyebrow at it, finally questioning it. “Future wife?” he asked, watching as Wally threw an arm around you, pulling you into his side.
“Ignore him- he’s just being Wally, he flirts with everyone” you retorted, rolling your eyes yet again and missing when Artemis had mumbled under her breath “not like that”. You shrugged Wally's arm off your shoulders and went back to nursing the cup of coffee you held in your hands.
The team got called into the briefing room and sat down to be filled in about their mission, like usual Wally sat next to you. The briefing went quick and suddenly all of you were on the way.
-
Hours later and a couple scrapes and bruises, the team stumbled back into Mount Justice. Everyone dispersed into their own things after the debriefing, you found yourself in the kitchen looking through the cabinets with a groan. Nothing sounded good at the moment and you were tempted to just go to bed without figuring something out, the exhaustion was getting to you.
Then Wally zoomed in, arms filled with your favorite take out before he set it on the counter. You raised a brow at him, eyeing the food he just sat down as the rumble in your stomach seemed to grow stronger.
“You’re hungry, I got you food,” he stated casually, pulling out two forks and handing one to you before sliding a container your way.
“How did you…” The question hung on your tongue. How did he know your exact order?
“Oh, you mentioned it once a couple months ago.” It was like he’d read your mind.
You blinked at him. “You actually remembered that?”
“Of course I did,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then the grin slid onto his face, the one you knew so well. The fluttering in your chest made it hard to ignore but you pushed it down, you knew Wally this was just him being him….right?
The more Wally flirted with you the more you became confused, beginning to notice how he cut back on the winks and compliments to the others and started to focus them all onto you. You thought maybe he just liked getting a reaction out of you and told yourself that instead of letting yourself believe anything else …. anything real.
When he leaned across the couch one night during movie night, offering you the last slice of pizza with a soft, “For you, always,” you froze. For a second, it felt like there was no one else in the room. The others watched knowingly, Wally didn’t share food, so this? This was something else and yet you still refused to acknowledge that.
That night you found yourself restless, the incident from earlier still fresh in your mind. You continued to tell yourself the same things, he’d flirt with everyone so there was no reason to look further into it…right? The more in thought you got the more you realized you had been wandering the halls until you heard voices.
One you knew all too well, the same one who’d call you ‘future wife’ and ‘babe’ like it was nothing, who’d wink and joke how he had been in love with you. Yet this time, he didn’t sound like he was joking, his voice took a serious tone you hadn’t heard too often.
Low, tired and rid of any sign of a joke.
“…I don’t know, man,” he sighed. “I just….I don’t think she likes me back. Not really.”
Your steps slowed.
“She laughs sometimes, sure, but she never flirts back. Never takes me seriously. I think… maybe she just doesn’t feel the same way.”
There was a pause, and you realized he was talking to Kaldur. The Atlantean’s voice was calm, measured. “Wally, you have been clear in your feelings for her….clearer than most. If she cannot see that, perhaps she does not wish to.”
You’re heart clenched, had he really been honest with all his words? All the flirting and compliments, all the times he found some reason to touch you….was he being serious this whole time?
“Yeah…maybe…” Wally's voice cracked a bit, the sound like a shot through your heart.
A crack of earnestness in his voice made your chest tighten. Then he spoke again, like he was trying to take blame for your unpreciprocated feelings “I… I’ve made it too easy to brush off. All the winks and jokes, the stupid pet names. I thought it would be safer that way, you know?”
You heard Kaulder sigh, you knew you shouldn’t be eavesdropping but your feet moved before your brain could tell them no. The room shifted, and Kaulder looked past Wally to look at you before looking back at Wally. “I think it’s time I leave” He stated before walked out, Wally turned confused only to have his face drop when he saw you. “How…how much of that did you hear?” He asked hesitantly, you took another step forward.
“You like me, like…like like me” You started speaking, the question still lingered between you, unanswered.
“All this time, I thought you were just joking, you know? Being…you, you flirt with everyone so I just thought that maybe….” You weren’t really sure what you thought, after all, the signs were all there. So why did you ignore them?
Wally swallowed hard, like a deer in headlights with nowhere to go except face the oncoming car. “Yeah, I do” he admitted, voice quiet. “More than I should probably admit, but all the stuff I said, they weren’t jokes…not really, joking just made it easier to cover up”.
The weight of his words crashed into you, crushing the flimsy excuses you’d been clinging to for months. Every wink, every ridiculous nickname, every too-long glance; it hadn’t been a game. It had been him, trying in his own way to tell you how he felt. He shifted his weight, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck nervously as his eyes casted to the ground. “I was terrified…” He started, “Joking was- it was safe, if you rejected me then I could just laugh it off. Pretend it didn’t matter but in reality….” He took a deep breath.
“In reality, I’ve always loved you, and if you don’t feel the same way that's okay…just…say it now please, and I’ll stop, with all the flirting and other stuff, I swear I’ll stop”. The silence stretched between you both, heavy with words unsaid, but then realization set in. You had never wanted him to stop, all the names and touches. You never did.
The shaky breath left your lips before you liked it to, the gap between you both closer as you stepped closer. “You’re such an idiot….but you’re my idiot” you whispered, face so close to his that your noses bumped.
For a moment, his eyes widened, stunned; and then his whole face lit up in a grin brighter than you’d ever seen.
“Can I kiss you? I soooo want to kiss you right now” He pleaded, voice dropped to a whisper.
“Please do” You mutter, barely able to get the words out before his lips were on yours. You heard him groan, lips pulled into a smile against yours while his hands found your waist. The kiss deepened into everything you wanted it to be, hands wandering maybe a bit too far before the lights in the dim room flicked on.
You two jumped apart hearing your teammates' voices.
“Finally!”
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. More Wally West bc Young Justice had me IN TEARS, so um yeah. Also, perhaps a Jason Todd fic, where it's lowkey miraculous ladybug vibes where reader and Jason are both vigilantes but they also know each other civilians without actually knowing each others vigilante identities and she likes Red Hood while Jason like her civilian side??? idk I think that would be cute to write, probably another mini series but it wouldn't be out for a while bc I have so many other pics for others lined up, plus I want to write more for my other fandoms AND have to write my kinktober stuff b/c October is a little too close for comfort and I only have the first two fully written....wish me luck!!!
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 1,348 words
ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ.
Guys I just finished season 2 of young justice tonight and....I SOBBED omg, my Wally :(((( I WILL be making more fics about him soon I promiseee
ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ ᯓ★ 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘩𝘶𝘭-𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦
✮ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. Defense Against the Dark Arts!Damien Al Ghul-Wayne x Charms!Fem!Reader
✮ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆. Brick by brick,,,wall by wall, his defenses slowly started to crumble away.
⭑ ᶜʷ. Harry Potter AU
The staff room buzzed with chatter, professors scattered around. Some clung to the enchanted coffee pot that never seemed to empty while Professor Damien Wayne sat alone in the corner. His dark robes covered him like armor, his eyes sharp and fixed on the papers he’d been grading. Some tried to talk to him, each conversation bounced off as if it meant nothing.
Every attempt, from weather to test scores, to the upcoming quidditch match ended in a one sided conversation from those who attempted. Then you walked in, arms full of charms exams ready to be graded while offering him a smile.
“Good morning Damien” You spoke lightly.
The room went silent for a split second, eyes turned and waiting for the inevitable brush-off. But instead, Damien looked up. His eyes lingered on you longer than necessary, then, with a faint nod of the head, he muttered. “Goodmorning”.
The others glanced at each other, some with startled looks, some with disbelief. He never greeted anyone.
You moved to pour yourself some coffee, biting back the smile threatening to spill.
-
The next time you saw Damien it had been late. You were locking up your classroom for the night when you noticed him, his steps heavy and his stride purposeful as he came down the corridor. His expression was unreadable, something you’d grown accustomed to by now. Two other professors walked past him, offering polite greetings and simile to which he ignored, his gaze fixed forward. When he reached you, however, he slowed.
“You’re leaving late,” he remarked, voice low but even.
You blinked.
“Oh! Yeah, I got caught up grading Charms essays,” you explained with a small smile. “They’re not quite as charming to mark as they are to give.”
For a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched, so faint you almost missed it. He gave a small nod before continuing on his way, more than what he had given others before.
-
It continued like this throughout the school year, Damien kept his walls up yet when it came to you he always seemed to let a brick or two fall. Enough for others to notice it, whispers and gossip filled the halls when others thought you couldn’t hear, about the closed off professor and you. Some thought you were secretly together, some though he just finally was showing a soft spot. Whatever it was, it started to come to a head the day of the staff meeting.
The room was heavy with the dull drone of the debate over this year's Yule Ball, the chaperone sign up list was posted yet no names were written. Each professor dreaded this time of the year, the kids got rowdy and a large mess was always left to pick up. No one dared speak about wanting to chaperone, the list remained empty until you sighed and stood up.
Scrawling your name on the list, the top line where no one else dared to write their name, before taking your place back at your seat. It was silent for a beat or two, no one moved or spoke, not wanting to be pressured into having to be a chaperone. But then.
His chair scraped, pushing out as he stood up at the end of the table, where he always sat. His footsteps were heavy, but they seemed louder in the silence or everyone watching. He scoffed quietly, picking up the quill and writing his name on the chaperone list.
Professor Damien Al Ghul Wayne.
Pristine and neat handwriting right under your name, everyone watched with wide eyes and dropped jaws. Damien was never one to sign up or attend these events and over the years no one ever bugged him into going but now? His name sat neatly under yours.
“I’m not going to allow you to chaperone by yourself, that would be…unhonorable of me” He stated, eyes boring into yours while the others looked between you two. One by one the other professors stood up and went to sign up on the list, each wanting to see what that night played out into.
You smiled at him, soft and thankful. He nodded at you, something you had grown accustomed to…something he only did to you.
-
The days leading up to the Yule ball blurred, you helped set up the great hall, transforming it into a magical event. The music swelled in the hall, students clad in enchanting gowns and robes while they twirled on the floor. You stood near the punch table, keeping it from being spiked as well as keeping an eye out on the students, when you felt it. His presence at your side, close enough to brush arms and catch the lingering scent of the cologne he put on.
“Enjoying yourself?” you asked softly, not looking at him.
His gaze swept the room, sharp and vigilant. “This is chaos waiting to happen.”
You smirked, pouring more punch into cups to set out. “And yet, here you are.”
There was a beat of silence as you waited for a retort and yet? No sharp response came. At first you thought maybe he had walked away, yet when you turned to look at him, he was still there. “Damien?” You asked, his gaze was locked onto you with something you had never seen before from him.
Softness.
“I am here because you are,” he said at last, the words quiet, almost reluctant, as though torn from him.
Before you could respond, he turned and walked away. You wanted to follow, even taking a step in your direction before realizing you could not leave your spot. You stood, eyes surveilling the crowd, not for the students this time, but for him.
The night had gone by, the students began to leave and one of the other professors came up to the table. “I need you to take my spot” you asked, they agreed. You quickly hurried away from the table, weaving in between remaining students as you tried to find him.
No luck. No matter what it’s like you couldn’t find him.
Until a voice behind you spoke.
“Dance with me” Low, firm and undeniably his. You spun around to face him watching as he stood there with his hand out, the band began playing the last song of the night. Another slow dance. “Damien- you…you” You couldn’t form words, not knowing if the ones he spoke earlier were a confession. Then, he asked again, “Dance with me” yet the firmness in his voice was gone, a mere whisper barely louder than the band.
Something unspoken flickered in his eyes, a plea he couldn’t seem to voice out loud.
You slipped your hand into his, breath hitching at the surprised gentleness from him. His fingers laced with yours, steady and warm, while he pulled you closer. The world around you melted away, the eyes and whispers of the students and professors alike witnessing the scene unfold in front of them.
“You’re full of surprises tonight,” you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips.
He didn’t answer—not at first. The silence stretched, the music filling it as the two of you swayed in time. Just when you thought he might let it pass, he leaned in, his breath ghosting against your ear, lips only centimeters away.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he murmured. His voice was low, roughened by restraint, as though every word was being pulled from somewhere deep inside him.
A pause, his hand tightening faintly at your waist.
“I cannot convey… emotions. Or feelings. Not well.” Another hesitation, the faintest crack in the armor of his composure. “But with you…” He drew in a breath, steadying himself. “You seem to make it easier”.
You pulled away slightly, only enough to catch his gaze, to see if his eyes betrayed his words yet you found none. Just raw, unguarded truth.
And for once, the walls around Damien seemed to crumble more than a brick or two.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. I fear this is not my first harry potter AU I've written, back in my Wattpad days I wrote a whole book....about Karl Jacobs (this was back in 2020 guys) and that book still haunts me. anyways....enjoy!
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 1328
ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᯓ★ 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦
✮ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. Bruce Wayne X Fem!Reader
✮ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆. There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorn. Smeared with oil like David's boy.
⭑ ᶜʷ.
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏʟɪᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ
The weight of the crown sat heavy on his brow, an anchor he couldn’t put down. Body standing before the throne with distant eyes and hardened shoulders, lost beneath the burden of the kingdom and councils. Yet that all seemed to dissipate when the throne room doors opened.
You entered the chamber and the tension in his body slipped, the weight of his crown seemed featherlight when you were in the room. He walked down the blackened marble steps, footsteps heavy with each step until he reached you. He knelt before you, both knees pressed into the marble below him as his hands found your waist.
“You humble me” He muttered, voice low and rough. His hands held not the touch of a ruler, but the gentle touch of a man who longed to be free of his duties to be only yours.
The hall fell quiet, the touches seemingly dimming while moonlight shone through the high windows. He found judgement, no royal duty, no crown or kingdom…just you, and for him? That was enough. And in the quiet he bent low, not for the kingdom, but for you.
His saving grace.
His lifeboat.
His refuge.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. I need a man who yearns sighhhh
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 213 words
ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ.