I’ve followed for a while bc of your hphm writing and I just wanted to see if you could write about Ben copper, maybe angst about mc and Ben reuniting after the events of Hogwarts. As we know from beyond hogwarts, Ben is nowhere to be seen ? If you could! Please and thank you
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I havent written anything in a while since I lack motivation, but I heard your request and I will eventually write Ben x you angst for you, but it will take a while... I don't want to make any promises that I'll deliver the story soon, but eventually, I'll. Please, be patient with me 🙇🏻♀️🌸
Summary: all you want to know is why your parents were violently killed and why there was no proper investigation done. Odds are against you when a promising hero is willing to do everything in his power to put you behind bars.
W: 4077
Fic warnings: slow burn, depiction of violence, fighting and death, mention of power abuse, future smut, angs, emotional damage, commitment issues, trust issues, heavy themes and adult language, swearing, mention of masturbation, dark story?
Tell me if I forgot anything, I'll change the warnings in the course of this fic.
Raiting: 18+
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"Still nothing?" you whispered into the night breeze for the umpteenth time. Your companion, cloaked in a black hoodie, turned to you, and though you never saw his eyes, which were always hidden behind frosted glass, you could tell he was probably frowning at you at that moment. His patience with you was disappearing faster than steam over a pot.
"Just because you keep asking me the same questions doesn't mean you're going to speed up the process." He snapped at you, turning his gaze back to the glowing screen where he was currently trying to hack into the internal systems of the heroic organization where your new friend works.
You pouted your lips eagerly and let your body lie on the cool material beneath your back. The two of you were sitting - or rather, you were lying on your back - on the roof of an apartment building on the outskirts of the city. Whenever one of you needed help from the other you met in similar places. It was quiet and, above all, there were no witnesses.
On the dark side of an otherwise joy-ridden city, he was known as a top hacker. You assumed the man sitting less than a meter away from you, pounding away at the keyboard in front of him, was a few years older than you, but he couldn't have been more than thirty. Neither of you knew the other's identity, and both of you were so well-versed in your profession that you didn't even want to know your companion's name. His nickname, "404," was enough for you, and the knowledge that you would mysteriously appear wherever he needed was enough for him.
"If you don't want to keep in touch through electronic devices, we can keep in touch through my inner abbility." You suggested and he waited for a moment before deciding which answer to choose to your suggestion.
"How would that work?" He asked cautiously. He is wary of me, you thought, smiling to yourself. Good, he'll survive longer that way.
"Quite simply, really," you threw your hands casually in the air and leaned your back against a nearby brick wall. "I'll put some of my power into you. It won't affect you in any way, and it won't even serve as a GPS locator unless you want it to. If you ever need me, just think of my irresistible self, and I'll come running as soon as I can." You give him a sly wink and an air kiss for good measure.
"You can save your acts of service for someone else, they don't work on me." He replies, and you touch your chest where your heart beats in hurt: "So cruel. I like that."
"What is your ability?" He interrupts you. He watched as the smile remained on your face, but all the previous playfulness was gone. With darkened eyes, you stared up at the night sky above you. It was as if your mind had slipped to memories you didn't want to revisit, and he understood not to ask again.
"I prefer to keep this information to myself. But if you will give me your trust, I will give mine to you as well." You turned your gaze back to his, and this time they revealed something he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Are you willing to make a blood vow?" It slipped from his lips before he could stop himself. Why would he want to make a blood oath with you?
He was never the social type and never wanted to be. However, in his profession he found that it is always better to have people by your side whom you can trust implicitly. And you looked like you were not only willing to become that person, but more importantly, he had the impression that you were looking for someone like that in your life yourself.
"Yes," was your answer. You both entered into a great gambling game then, and it's working out for you so far.
Even today, like that night, you watched the darkened sky above you and regretted that you couldn(t see any stars because of the glow of the city. The last time you saw them was when you were a child, when both your parents were still alive.
"Fuck!" 404 hissed and slammed his hand hard on the ground until you heard a dull thud. It must have hurt.
You stood up and looked over his shoulder, "What happened?" In truth, you couldn't make out much from all the numbers and tabs that were open, but from his reaction you knew, what you were looking at didn't bode well. "Could't get in?"
"Of course I did, a long time ago. Their defense system is as strong as a toddler." He grunted and rubbed the side of his sore right hand. You frowned slightly and gently took his hand in yours. You pulled it to your lap and began to heal his bruise.
"Your parents' file is not in digital form. No police station or hero agency has it which is more than suspicious. I haven't found any trace of deletion, it's just like their case doesn't exist."
"To be honest, I kind of expected it when everyone sent me to hell and I still, to this day, didn't get an official report even though I'm their only family." You said in a calm tone and let go of his palm. Still, he didn't pull it back to his body, but instead repeated your previous action and pulled your hand to his. He gently stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.
"Sorry anyway. What do we do now?" He whispered devastatedly. He raised his head to you in surprise when he heard your ringing laughter. You couldn't have known he was frowning at you in incomprehension, so he tossed your hand aside and asked what was so funny.
"Nothing, I'm just glad to have you in my life. It's nice to have someone who cares about you," you whispered, a trace of a gentle smile still lingering on your face. A smile that had long since become his comfort zone - which is something that terrified him.
At first, he thought you were just a stupid teenager out for revenge. A teenager who takes nothing seriously and everything is just a game to her. But over time, he realized it was just a mask you wore to protect yourself from society. From what? He wasn't sure. What he did know was that you were opening up to him more and more every day, and for that he was grateful.
"Who said I care about you?" He snorted and began hastily packing his things back up.
"Oh? Don't tell me I embarrassed you?" Yeaah… 404 takes back his previous thought. You're just a stupid girl who always wants to have fun. Now he knows that for sure.
"Are you blushing? What? You don't have to, not in front of me." You started poking him with your finger, hanging on his back in amusement. You were surprised at how weak his body seemed. Hasn't he been eating properly lately?
"Stop nagging and start thinking about what you're going to do next." He snorts and pushes you away from him. He was just winding up one of his cables when you pulled away from him and looked up at the sky again.
"I don't have to, I've already figured it out." You hummed a tune. Unprompted, you went on:" I'll try my new friend first. And if that doesn't work, I'll have to sneak into every organization and go through the paper trail myself."
"Pfft," was the initial reaction to your foolish vision. "While I still don't understand how your inner abbility works, I don't think it's going to be as simple as you assume." And he proceeded to list all the security forces, the security guards, and why each of your plans would fail.
You explained in detail to your companion how you planned to get in, and that he didn't need to worry about anything. After hearing your plan, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully until he nodded in agreement.
"That might work. But it's dangerous. I don't know how, but first try to get the stupid hero to do it for you. Offer him something in return that he won't be able to refuse." He snapped his satchel shut and zipped it up. He then got to his feet and looked at your still seated figure.
"For my services today I charge… The next round is on you. And I expect you to take me somewhere decent."
"Hah? You're getting more and more expensive," you grumble, but it could hardly be called a protest. Three drinks and he's drunk.
"Inflation, love, inflation." He says goodbye and unlocks his cell phone screen. The glow in the air around him made coordinates made up of code and in the blink of an eye he was gone.
You rested your palms on your knees and rose to your full height. Now it's time to put the next step of your plan into motion.
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"A group of local criminals have teamed up with an underground mafia gang! We've got a ransom note - they've got eight hostages and they're demanding twenty million for each with a chance for an unguarded escape. All assault units are called into action!" The thunderous voice of the lightning hero shouted over the agency.
Jungkook, along with the rest of his unit, shouted a collective, "Yes, sir!" His brain switched into trained auto mode, ready to risk his life.
The unit Jungkook was assigned to included his senior colleague Yoongi, along with Hobi and two other young students. They had an internship there and Jungkook could see the fear in their eyes. He himself remembered the day he was first sent out on a real mission, not just street checks. That's when he met you and his world changed. Whether for better or worse, he still didn't know.
They got to the scene of the crime simply thanks to Su-hin, whose inner ability is teleportation. While the air troops served as observers, the ground troops quietly surrounded all possible exits of the bank.
It was long past closing time, so the only civilians in the building were the last of the employees who hadn't had time to go home yet.
"Why wasn't the bank raided on a weekday during business hours? They'd have more hostages." Intern Jack whispered. He crouched behind one of the many trash cans and peeked out to look at the back door of the bank now and then.
"It would mean more problems for them and more planning." Hobi replied, his piercing gaze fixed on the walls before him. With his ability, he could pinpoint exactly how many people were inside and where they were located. He was often sent on spy missions as a scout.
"Either they are not a large enough criminal group to afford such a large-scale operation, or they do not have the material means to do so." Yoongi joined in. He interrupted his explanation to reply to his commander that their team was in place, then looked into the dilated pupils of the two newcomers.
"This won't be like a school exercise, you can easily die here. You will follow us and obey our every order. They are armed, and we must expect them to use their weapons. Is that clear?"
The two boys looked at one another, giving each other courage. Their " Yes sir!" was clear and full of determination. Jungkook had to smile at that. One day they would make a valuable contribution to the team.
"Our priority is to get the civilians out alive. Once we've secured even one of them, you'll take them out and hand them over to the medical team. That will be the end of your work." Graphene sheets began to form around Yoongi's body, slowly building up a protective layer until it covered Yoongi's entire body. He looked like a heigh tech robot. " I'll go first, Hobi?"
"Two of them are standing at the main entrance, three around the hostages, and the other two at the back entrance. One is down in the underground vault with a civilian, and the other three are pacing back and forth in the middle of the bank." Hobi always stayed at a safe distance during such events. Although he was also trained for close quarters combat, his strength lay on a different domain.
"On my command, all units…" Namjoon's voice crackled in the headsets of all the heroes present, "Forward!"
Jungkook's legs raced forward as he strengthened his body with his ability. In front of him, Yoongi broke down the door. All the bullets aimed at his body bounced off without a single damage to his armor.
Yoongi lunged for the aimed machine gun with his left hand while using his right hook to punch the man in front of him in the nose. Before his crony could recover and attack Yoongi, Jungkook knocked him to the ground and sent him unconscious with one well-placed blow.
"Jack," he commanded to the boy behind him, who had only just come inside, and placed the criminal in handcuffs that prevented the use of his inner abilities. Su-hin did the same across from the opponent Yoongi had struck down and now continued forward.
There was a corridor in front of them, from which several different doors led on both sides with signs saying storage, cloakrooms, cleaning room… Hobi, however, was simply directing them exactly which way to go: "You'll run into another one around the corner, and he probably has some kind of ability."
They ran into him as soon as they opened the door in front of them. There stood a man wrapped in glowing lava, giggling madly. "You can't get past me!" He shouted, hurling a glowing orb at them. The spot where Yoongi had stood just a moment ago was now a gaping hole from which hot air radiated.
"Go, I'll take care of him," Yoongi said, and Jungkook didn't hesitate for a second. He ran towards the lava man, trusting his Hyung completely.
"If you think you can get past me that easily, you're wrong!" Yoongi's opponent shouted and began to create the same fireball again. Before he could reach out to throw, however, he was knocked down by a heavy, graphene net.
"You didn't think creating an armour around my body was the only thing I could do, right?" Yoongi laughed at him, but Jungkook didn't hear any further. For one, he was already too far away, and what was moe important, he needed to focus on his own task.
He was right in the middle of a scene of sheer madness.
"Get down on the floor, what don't you understand about that?"
"Please don't hurt me..."
"Hands up so I can see them!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
The three parties outshouted each other to the accompaniment of gun shots and a brawl of inner abilites. Jungkook didn't hesitate, heading for the huddle of terrified hostages crouched in front of one of the bulkheads, a machine gun aimed right at them.
Jungkook ran over there without much thought. He caught the attention of one of the employees, and at that moment he was sure his enemy, who was still shouting at the terrified civilians with a machine gun in his hand, would soon know about him.
The barrel of the machine gun swung in his direction, but Jungkook used his ability to increase his speed to triple the human's capability and crashed head-on into the villain in front of him. The sharp impact of a body running at car speed threw him back several meters and certainly knocked the wind out of him. Jungkook didn't know how long he would be out for, but he was ready to take advantage of the opening.
In an instant, he stepped in front of the shocked bank employees and began urging them to move. Behind his back, his colleagues had pacified the rest of the criminals and most of them were already in handcuffs.
Although adrenaline was flowing in the blood of everyone present, the shaky legs of the terrified refused to function normally. Jungkook tried to get all seven people as far away from the scene as possible in case there was still danger, but he couldn't manage to drag more than three people at a time all by himself.
At that moment, Jack ran up to him and began to direct the confused people out the back exit in a clear voice, where Yoongi stood, ready to provide immediate protection.
The three of them had already managed to get all seven of them at a brisk pace into the corridor, which they fought their way in less than a few minutes back. There was a confirmation over the earpiece that the man who had been down by the vaults had also been secured and transported to the med team.
Hobi was waiting for them at the exit. The whole procession was closed by Jungkook, together with Jack, who was now shouting triumphantly at the older heroes, "That went well! Did you see how Yoongi beat that guy in a second?"
Jungkook had to smile at his enthusiasm. He was glad that his first rescue mission had gone off without a hitch. Usually, thieves in particular resisted arrest and tried to escape justice at all costs. These ones were oddly easy to pin down, almost to the point of looking suspicious. Almost.
"Saw, cool right?" Jungkook fell into the younger boy's happy note. Jack bobbed his head in agreement, and with two hops in his step, he was in front of Jungkook. He backed up as he told him how their fight had played out and what Jungkook had missed out on.
"Really?" Jungkook replied at one of his observations as Jack's smile froze on his face. His eyes widened in horror.
Jungkook's reaction was too slow.
BANG!
A single shot was fired, triggering an avalanche of new panic.
Jungkook was dimly aware of the group of men and women before him scattering in all directions. He was vaguely aware of Jack's grip on his own neck. He was vaguely realizing that the man who had fired the shot was the same man he had sent into supposed unconsciousness a few minutes earlier.
But what he felt clearly was the anger that clouded his vision, the pain in his right hand that struck the broken nose of the man beneath him for the umpteenth time, and the tears burning in his eyes.
"Jungkook-" the person addressed did not respond to his name. Instead, he reached for another blow.
"Jungkook…" Smash, smash, smash. Crack. The sound of a broken bone. Whose it was, he didn't know nor did he care.
"Jungkook! He's dying!" Hobi's voice shouted at him. Only then did he pause over the bloodied face. The man beneath him was indistinguishable and his jaw and nose were probably broken. Blood gushed from his eyebrows, nose and mouth, and only now did Jungkook realize he was wailing for mercy.
"Yoongi carried him to Jimin, but it doesn't look good."
"..."
"Where is he?" Jungkook asked brokenly. Hobi nodded his head evasively behind his back. He saw what the boy's wound looked like. It was a clean shot through the neck. Jack was choking on his own blood, unable to breathe. The only thing Jimin could do for him now was to ease his passing.
Jungkook's ears rang faintly as he bent over the pale face of the barely fifteen-year-old boy who tried to say something, but all that came out were guttural sounds that tore at his heart.
"Sorry, I should have reacted faster. If I had taken him out from the start, you would have… Then you would have-" he chocked at his words. He felt a few salty drops run down his face.
It was his fault. He's senior in rank and should have protected him. If only he'd done his part!
"I can save him."
Jungkook turned his head sharply to the side where the voice belonging to the person he never thought he would see at this moment spoke.
"What do you want here?" Jungkook spat venomously at her, leaning protectively over the boy who had seconds to live.
You didn't react to his hostility and merely repeated your previous sentence.
"Hands up so I can see them!" Yoongi overcame his initial shock, but now he was pointing the weapon he created with his ability at her. Resignedly, you slowly raised your hands until they were clasped behind your head. Your piercing gaze never left Jungkook's eyes.
"I'm risking my own life among twenty heroes just to save a stranger's life. Either let me cure him now, or you can arrest me and watch the last drops of life drain from his face."
When Yoongi approached you together with Hobi from the other side, you let them touch you. You didn't even resist when they started putting the handcuffs on you.
Jungkook took a good look at you for the first time since you showed up in the back of the bank. You were wearing plain jeans, black sneakers and a sweatshirt that was definitely not your size. Your hair was flowing around your face, and this time it wasn't a garish color. You didn't even have any makeup on. You looked.... Like an ordinary young woman.
You looked more beautiful than ever before.
"Hyung. Let her try. She can't harm him more than he already is," Jungkook whispered. He knew that even if it was against the eldest better judgment, he wouldn't refuse his reguest.
"It's too late for that. He's dead," Jimin murmured behind his back. It's the end.
You knelt down next to Jungkook and placed your left palm on the boy's reddened neck while your right palm was over his heart. There was no warm glow at the point of contact as he often saw with healers. Instead, he watched as the color drained from your cheeks in seconds. You looked tired.
"I know who's to blame. Who orchestrated the robbery." You said into the sudden silence. Aside from Yoongi, who was still pointing his gun at you, the rest let their guard down.
"How would you know something like that?" Jimin asked, watching in incredulous amazement as the bullet wound healed, as the blood seemed to spontaneously return to his body, giving it its original pinkish tinge.
"Unfortunately, I know the boss of the gang. I can take you to him, but it'll be on my terms, and only two of you can go."
I'm gonna pretend I believe you for a second. Let's say we go along with your plan. I doubt we'll be able to tell our superiors about it, eh?" Yoongi grumbled. He didn't believe a single word that came out of the woman in front of him. He had seen for himself the effect her sentences could have on his younger colleague. He wasn't going to fall victim to her lies as well.
"Naturally." You replied involuntarily, standing back up to your full height with a deep sigh. Your hands were shaking slightly, but your gaze and stance were still as steady and determined as ever.
"It's up to you whether you believe me or not. But if you do, come to the corner of the Cord Bar down on South Street at eleven o'clock tomorrow night. No listening devices or prying eyes. And there can only be two of you. I don't care who." You explained quickly, knowing that now that your job was done no one had any reason not to pacify you. Or worse.
You took one last look in Jungkook's direction. You knew him as a confident, strong man. You thought he was brave when he was just an intern. Now there was a broken man in front of you with dried streams of tears on his cheeks.
"He'll live," you said your goodbye and disappeared into your own shadow.
Jungkook didn't even try to stop you, he was aware of how futile the effort would be. Instead he focused on Jack, who was breathing weakly again. Weakly, but still.
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warnings: swearing + second hand embarrassment
summary: megumi doesn't know he's bad at flirting, but his friends are happy to help him!
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Megumi is totally, absolutely, downright terrible at flirting. He can’t lay down a vibe to save his life. Not once has he had the intention of flirting and actually made the person he’s flirting with realize that he’s flirting with them. It might not be often that he’s attempted to get a girl’s phone number, but it’s never worked.
And to make matters worse, he has no clue.
His friends don’t realize just how badly he needs their help until she comes around- and even then, it’s two months of her attending Jujutsu Tech that they realize the poor boy’s been trying to flirt with her.
It’s Yuuji that spots the odd interaction first.
Megumi had been walking with her, clearly listening to whatever she was talking about that Yuuji couldn’t hear from where he was hanging out on the front steps of the main building. But he was close enough that when Megumi noticed him, Yuuji gave him a wave and a grin.
The ravenette gives a short wave back- if you could call raising a hand for two seconds before begrudgingly shoving it back into his pocket a wave- before turning towards her again.
He says something Yuuji can’t quite hear, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, and she replies with a nod and a smile, before turning and walking off on her own.
When Megumi makes his way to Yuuji, the first thing he notices is his rosy complexion.
Yuuji doesn’t think he’s ever seen Megumi blush. The sight makes him snort before laughing.
“What was that all about?” He asks, half teasing as he stands up.
“What do you mean?” Megumi replies, almost dumbly.
“You’re blushing!” Yuuji cackles loudly. “She must've said something”
“Not really,” Megumi shrugs. “Just happens when I flirt” He adds in a mumble.
Yuuji’s entire world shatters around him. His laughter ceases, his jaw drops, and he’s staring blankly at his friend as if he’s never seen him before.
Megumi? Flirting? Blushing? (y/n)? Megumi’s flirting with (y/n)? On purpose?
His brain computes it all at once in a fast, sloppy mess of thoughts. But when it dawns on him, his face splits with a wide beam
“Oh my god you like (y/n)!?” He’s practically screeching with joy.
Megumi tries to scowl, but his pink face betrays him, and it only makes him look more adorable.
“I had no idea!” Yuuji’s bouncing on his feet now, “How long have you liked her? How long have you been flirting with her? What’d you say anyways? Does she flirt back? You got good moves?”
“I guess,” Megumi shrugs, his hands awkwardly fumbling together.
He’s never really had a crush on anyone before, not like this anyways. And he’s definitely never had anyone to talk about a crush with before, so he was fairly nervous talking about it now.
“Liked her for a while,” He mumbles, looking anywhere but Yuuji’s expectant, excited face. “Probably since she got here. So… I guess I’ve been flirting with her the whole time”
“That’s adorable,” Yuuji gushes. “You guys do spend a lot of time together. Have you gone on any dates?”
“Yeah, I train with her all the time,” Megumi replies, all too surely. “And we study, too”
Yuuji furrows his brows.
Oh, no.
“Training and studying?” He repeats, confused.
Megumi nods his head.
No Megumi, no.
“Those aren’t dates,” Yuuji tells him. “Dates are movies. Or ice cream. Or a picnic, or… well, anything other than training and studying. Those are just chores you’re doing together”
“But it’s just the two of us,” Megumi explains. “And I’m flirting with her”
“Okay…” Yuuji still sounds unsure. “Well, how much are you flirting? Give me a line”
“A line?”
“Yeah, like, tell me something you say to her when you’re flirting”
“Okay… uh…” Megumi thinks for a second, before smiling to himself and nodding with certainty that he’d remembered a good one. “She started training with daggers, and I told her she was smart because she’s best with close combat fighting”
He’s grinning, the poor guy is so proud, and Yuuji can’t help but wince.
“So you… you told her she was smart?” He asked, just to be sure he’d heard him right, and Megumi nodded.
Yuuji sighs, and shakes his head.
“No… no Megumi that’s not flirting,” He huffs. “I mean, it’s a compliment, but, like, anyone can tell her a compliment- hell, she probably already knew that dude”
Megumi’s brows draw together, confused at the feedback. It was his understanding that complimenting her fighting style was flirty- it wasn’t just feedback or critique, it was personal, and therefore intimate.
“So… so she probably didn’t pick up on it?” He asks. Yuuji nods.
“She for sure didn’t pick up on it dude,” Yuuji tells him. “But that’s alright, we’ll figure out some other ways of flirting and see what works best for you!” He tells him eagerly.
“Uh… okay… are you sure?” Megumi’s fingers are tangling together again.
“Of course!” Yuuji claps a hand on his shoulder and shakes him in a friendly manner. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t make sure you landed the girl of your dreams!?”
Megumi’s blushing again.
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“It’s simple,” Yuuji’s voice rang in Megumi’s head as he tried to work up the courage to approach (y/n). “Just offer to carry her things, and walk with her after class”
He glanced to where (y/n) was packing her bag up at her desk. Yuuji and Nobara had just walked out of the room- not without giving him a thumbs up for encouragement- and it was just the two of them left.
How hard could this be, anyways? He thought to himself, finally striding over to her desk.
“Hey, (y/n)” He greeted, albeit a bit awkward, but it was a start.
“Hey,” She smiled up at him as she zipped up her backpack. “Weird lesson, right? I’m not convinced Gojo’s taken a single class on how to teach” She chuckles to herself.
“He hasn’t” Megumi answers, recalling a memory of the man tossing a textbook in the trash after Principal Yaga had told him to study up on to make him a more qualified teacher.
“Figures” (y/n) shakes her head, but she’s still smiling, so she must not be too annoyed with their teacher’s weird antics.
“Uh, so…” Megumi starts to work up to his offer, but she looks up at him then, and he has to take a deep breath before continuing. “Can I… can I carry that for you?”
He points to her backpack, sitting on top of her desk where she’d left it to give him her attention, and she follows his gesture as though she weren’t sure what he was referring to.
“My bag?” She questions. “Are you off to the field, too?”
No, I’m supposed to meet up with Maki and Yuuta at the library, Megumi thinks, and he’s not a liar, so he doesn’t lie when he answers.
“No”
(y/n) giggles to herself, before raising a brow at him.
“So you’re going to walk all the way out to the field and then leave?”
His face feels hot. His fingers feel twitchy. Yuuji didn’t tell him what he was supposed to do now, and he felt like an idiot.
“Yes”
Good. That was a good answer.
(y/n’s) still laughing, but it doesn’t sound malicious like he would have expected, seeing as he’s standing before her making a fool of himself. It’s sweet. It’s cute.
His face still feels hot.
“Alright,” She shrugs a shoulder, and hands him her bag. “You on some step-tracking kick?”
Victoriously, Megumi shrugs his arm through one of the straps, sliding it onto his shoulder.
“Uh, yeah, something like that” He mumbles, because he’s a terrible liar.
As they leave the classroom together, (y/n’s) still trying to suppress her laughter.
She hadn’t quite gotten a full grasp of who Fushiguro Megumi was. He could be quite odd most days, never acting one certain way. Some days he was mysterious and quiet, some days he was dorky, and some days he would say the most out of pocket things to her that she wasn’t quite sure how to react. Nonetheless, she enjoyed his company, and was curious to get to know him better.
“What are you up to with your free afternoon?” She asks him, breaking the silence they’d fallen into since exiting the class.
“Just studying,” He shrugs. “You?”
“Training,” She shrugs back. “I haven’t really done anything else since I got here. Though I’ve been dying to go see Tokyo, I’ve never been”
She peeks over at him out of the corner of her eye, a part of her hoping to find out if he was free this weekend. Maybe if she played her cards right, she could find a way to spend some more one on one time with him.
“Oh really?” He hums curiously. “It’s cool, I guess. Probably cooler if you weren’t raised there”
Her heart deflates a little, but she bounces back quickly and forces a smile.
“I’m sure,” She agrees quietly, with a small, awkward laugh. “I guess it’s old news to you guys, huh?”
“Nobara loves the shopping district, if that’s what you’re into, you should hit her up for a trip” Megumi tells her with a smile, certain with himself that he’s given her a great piece of advice, and also an outing with a new friend.
She can’t help but smile back at him, but there’s a sinking feeling in her chest that he wasn’t as interested in her as she thought he might have been, and her spirits dampen a little.
“Good to know,” She replies. “I’ll have to ask her if she wants to hang out sometime”
She lets out a little sigh, her disappointment evident, but luckily they’ve reached the field, and she takes her bag from him.
“Thanks for carrying it, and walking with me,” (y/n) tells him. “That was sweet of you, you didn’t have to do that”
“I didn’t mind,” Megumi tucks his hands into his pockets. “Good luck in training” He tells her with an all-too confident smile for a guy that didn’t realize the girl he was trying to hit on just gave him a clear opening- and he missed it completely.
“Thanks,” (y/n) hums. “Good luck with studying”
With that she’s heading off, and Megumi’s on his way back to the building, hoping Maki hadn’t left a bunch of threatening texts on his phone about him being late. He’s just about to check when out of nowhere, his other two friends are racing towards him.
“Well? How was it!?” Yuuji’s grinning, certain that Megumi couldn’t have messed up such a simple, classic indication of romantic interest.
“Let me guess, she’s completely into you and you’re going out this weekend?” Nobara’s also grinning, her hands clasped together in excitement.
“Well, no, but she did want to go to Tokyo, so I told her you’d probably love to go” Megumi tells her.
Nobara and Yuuji pause, look at each other, and then their smiles drop and they’re both frowning at him.
“You’re kidding” Yuuji states, like it wasn’t even a question, because it had to be a joke.
“No,” Megumi shakes his head. “I figured it’d help her be closer friends with-”
“Idiot!” Nobara smacks the back of her hand against his shoulder, effectively cutting him off. “Why wouldn’t you offer to go with her?”
Megumi opens his mouth to defend himself, but realization strikes and he shuts himself up before he could even try. She was right.
Stupid! He scolds himself and slaps his palm to his forehead.
“It’s alright! It’s okay!” Yuuji scrambles to reassure his friend. “You still did a nice thing for her and had some one on one time, so… next time let’s just try to get you two alone for a little longer and… and we’ll talk more about how to move things forward, alright?”
He’s nodding at both Megumi and Nobara, hoping that she’d help pitch in to agree that he hasn’t completely blown it.
She rolls her eyes, but ultimately Nobara agrees to help.
(Clearly he needed all the help he could get)
___
Megumi wasn’t always the best at complimenting people, but complimenting (y/n) is what he’d been trying to do the past couple months, so Nobara suggested he focused more on that route. Words of affirmation couldn’t go wrong, right?
However she did tell him he needed to be a little more… romantic in his choice of compliments.
“Compliment her beauty! Tell her she has pretty eyes, tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, stuff like that” She’d said.
Saying something so intimate made his stomach do backflips, but if that’s what flirting was and that’s what would show (y/n) he liked her as more than a friend, then Megumi told himself he had to give it a shot.
And luckily a few days later, the perfect opportunity presented itself.
It was a nice day out and the two of them had made plans to study. (y/n) had suggested they do so at one of the many picnic tables scattered around the courtyard, to properly enjoy just lovely weather.
So there they were, just the two of them, comfortably quizzing each other, when Nobara passed by, seemingly casually. She makes a face at Megumi that he interpreted to mean ‘don’t fuck this up!’, but when (y/n) notices her, it’s nothing but smiles and waves.
“How does she look so pretty all the time?” (y/n) huffs, admiring the girl but clearly feeling a pinch of jealousy. “I swear, it’s like she doesn’t even try”
This is it! This is an opening! Megumi cheers internally, proud of himself for knowing this was the right time to say something, just like Nobara had taught him.
“It’s not like you’re trying”
(y/n) blinks, her eyes meeting his as she tries to figure out what he just said, because it made no sense.
She must have looked just as confused as she felt, because he’s stammering suddenly, trying too hard to explain himself.
“I- I mean you aren’t- you don’t have to- try, I mean,” He’s stuttering over his words so much she can barely keep up with what he’s trying to say.
He drops his head in his hands, hoping to cool his rapidly heating face, and also hide his embarrassment. He definitely fucked that up. And now he’s making a bigger idiot of himself by hiding behind his hands like a child. He wonders if he could convince his shikigami to kill him so he doesn’t have to look at her and further humiliate himself.
“What were you trying to say?” (y/n) asks, and to his surprise her voice is soft. It’s not cruel, she’s not laughing at him, and she doesn’t seem to be teasing him at all. The question sounds… genuine.
Megumi sighs, dragging his clammy palms down his face and keeping his eyes focused on the ground as if that would keep her from seeing his embarrassment.
“You don’t have to try to be pretty. You just are”
He’s still not looking at her, so he misses the way she grins, although she tries to bite it back. The blush creeping up her neck is threatening to take over her whole face, and she’s positive she’s making a fool of herself for reacting so girlishly to the compliment, but she can’t help it.
“You’re just saying that,” She says, giggling as she shakes her head. “You’re cheesing”
“No, ‘m not,” Megumi mumbles, turning his attention back to the textbook in front of him. “You’re very pretty” He adds in a quieter, almost too quiet, voice.
(y/n) blinked slowly, sure that when she opened her eyes again she would awake in her room, and this would all have been a silly dream.
But there he is, in front of her, furiously highlighting something, with a significant coat of pink over the bridge of his nose. He’ll have to ask Nobara later how the hell he was supposed to keep this up, because there’s no way he could look her in the eyes with how hot his face feels.
Did flirting mean he’d always be a blushing mess?
Smooth talking was not easy. And Megumi had a feeling he hadn’t quite been so smooth. He’d have to find another way to flirt with her without making him shrink into the collar of his shirt.
Sparing his embarrassment, (y/n) dives back into their studies, asking him to quiz her with her flashcards again. It takes a few minutes for him to stop stammering and blushing, but after a while he’s back to his usual self. Maybe just a little more nervous than usual. But (y/n) doesn’t mind. In fact, she sort of likes it.
Yuuji comes by when they’re wrapping up their study sesh, hanging out and chatting with them both while they pack up their things.
While (y/n) is distracted with organizing her flashcards, the pink haired boy gives Megumi a grin, and a wink. Megumi’s stomach drops in fear of whatever that was a signal for.
“So,” Yuuji starts, and Megumi mentally braces himself. “Nobara and I got paired up for a mission tomorrow! So I guess it’s just you two for movie night”
“Movie night?” (y/n) crinkles her brow, not recalling a plan for movie night. “I’m sorry, did we have plans?” She asks sheepishly, embarrassed to have forgotten.
“That’s okay! No biggie, since it’s just you and ‘gumi here” Yuuji elbows his friend in the arm, maybe a little harsher than usual.
Was that supposed to be some signal to say something? Megumi casts his friend a confused look. This was a stupid ploy anyways, there was no movie night.
“Don’t call me that” Megumi rolls his eyes in response, choosing to ignore the hint, whatever it meant.
“Okay,” (y/n) shrugs a shoulder, sending a smile towards Megumi. “I mean, I’m free. Is there already a movie picked out?”
Yuuji turns to his friend, smiling proudly that his plan worked, and he’d scored them some one on one time that wasn’t studying, for once.
“Uh, no, guess not” Megumi replies lamely, unsure of what kind of recommendation to make.
Truthfully, he preferred reading. He didn’t hate movies, and he’d seen many in the past, but he didn’t know what (y/n) preferred, and he didn’t want to pick something she’d hate and make her change her mind.
“Great! I’ll pick one then,” She decides, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Megumi visibly relaxes. Yuuji brings his fist to his mouth to hold back a laugh, but it’s not very discreet.
“Hope you like horror” (y/n) says
“Yeah, I, uh, horror’s good” Megumi stammers.
She laughs, and Yuuji decides this is a safe spot to end the interaction and all but drag Megumi away. He bids (y/n) a cheerful goodbye as he shoves his taller friend away, leaving (y/n) confused but still laughing at the weird pair.
A moment later Megumi looks over his shoulder and gives her an awkward wave goodbye. She returns it, smiling at him.
He’s a little far to be sure, but she swears, he’s blushing again.
Leading her to wonder if her suspicions were true.
Did Megumi have a crush on her?
___
At this point, Yuuji and Nobara had pretty much threatened Megumi that if he couldn’t get his shit together for this movie night, they were going to take matters into their own hands to put him and (y/n) together.
“We’ve pretty much secured you a date, got it?” Nobara had snapped as she searched through his closet for just the right thing to wear. “Do you know how hard it is to convince Gojo we need to go on a paired assignment?”
“Uh… not hard at all?” Megumi had replied.
“Well… that’s true. But it’s not how I wanted my Friday night to go!”
He hadn’t loved letting Nobara go through his closet and dress him up like an oversized doll, but he also didn’t hate the end product. It was simple, but the black jeans and dark green sweater must have been the right choice, because when (y/n) met him in the common room she’d smiled and complimented him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of uniform,” She’d joked as she plopped onto the sofa. “You clean up nice”
He hesitated for a minute before sitting beside her, suddenly all too aware that it would be just the two of them, for the whole night, on this couch.
“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not” He replied.
(y/n) took the remote and began searching for the movie she’d had in mind, but not before chuckling at him and shaking her head.
“Of course I’m not,” She says. “I mean it. You look nice. You have good style, Megumi”
Alright, so he’ll have to thank Nobara later, and also make sure to never get rid of this sweater.
“Thanks” He mumbles, the familiar feeling of a blush already creeping across his nose.
(y/n) finally finds the movie, and excitedly pushes play before tossing the remote to the coffee table in front of them.
“I love horror movies,” She tells him, settling back into the couch cushions. “But you should know, I also hate them”
Megumi gives her a confused look.
“You love them and hate them?” He repeats, not understanding.
“I think they’re great, but, uh, I hate jump scares” She admits, turning away from him to watch the intro credits.
“Well, everyone hates jump scares,” Megumi tells her, also focusing on the movie. “But you exorcize curses scarier than any movie monster” He adds.
(y/n) bites her lip to keep herself from smiling too hard.
In all honesty, she’d been far too giddy about this movie night. She’d spent too much time choosing just the right film to show Megumi, and just the right outfit to wear to seem as casual as possible. She’d been crossing her fingers that her suspicions were true, that Megumi had the same crush on her that she had on him. But being too nervous to outright ask him, she decided she’d do everything she could to make tonight the most perfect, easy going, fun night she could.
Megumi gets pretty immersed into the film, although with the intro alone he’s pretty much able to guess how the rest of the movie goes, he doesn’t mind. It helps that (y/n) seems very into it, and keeps looking over at him to see his reactions to certain scenes.
About halfway into the movie, Megumi pauses it.
“Do you want popcorn?” He asks, and (y/n) breaks into a smile and nods at him.
Despite him offering to make two bowls and bring it out to her, (y/n) follows him into the small kitchen and waits with him while the bag is in the microwave. She pulls herself up to sit on the counter while they wait.
“So what kind of movies do you like?” She asks, hoping to spend these few minutes getting to know him better.
“Oh,” Megumi laughs under his breath, wishing he was a better liar. He decides a little truth to her question wouldn’t hurt. “Actually, I kinda prefer to read”
“Really?” (y/n’s) eyes light up. “What do you like to read, then?”
“Nonfiction mostly,” Megumi says with a shrug. “I know, it’s boring”
“I don’t think so,” (y/n) says, which he doesn’t expect. “I actually love reading about science, and true crime”
He does his best to hide it, but Megumi’s thrilled. A common interest, Yuuji said to find a common interest and stick to it!
While the popcorn pops, Megumi asks more about the books she’s liked, and even asks for a few recommendations. She promises to text him about them later so he won’t forget, and he promises he’ll read them. (y/n) seems to be happy about this, and Megumi mentally cheers to himself.
Their salty treat is finished shortly enough, and Megumi grabs two bowls from the cabinet.
“You can just put it in one, I don’t mind sharing” (y/n) interjects before he dirties either of the smaller bowls. “Unless that bothers you, of course” She adds.
“It doesn’t bother me” Megumi replies, swapping out the dishes for one larger bowl that could fit the whole bag.
(y/n) hops off the counter and snatches the bowl as she walks back into the living room, Megumi trailing closely behind her.
He takes the bowl back from her as he sits on the couch, and when she sits behind him, he realizes the beauty of sharing the popcorn.
“You better brace yourself, Megumi, because this is when the movie gets really scary” (y/n) says, and she sounds like she’s only half joking.
He musters a small laugh, but she’s sitting much closer to him than she was before so that they could share their snack easier, and his brain is getting foggy from the sweet smell of her shampoo.
Was it flowery or fruity? He wondered but couldn’t tell, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
She wasn’t wrong, the movie did take a turn for the darker, although Megumi wasn’t really one to get genuinely scared from scary movies, (y/n) did flinch here and there at the jumpscares. With the side of her thigh pressed against his, he could feel it every time her leg twitched.
Their eyes remained glued to the screen, lost in the movie as the main character tiptoed around the house with only a flashlight for lighting. Megumi could understand now why everyone hated the main characters of these movies, they were always running off on their own and getting themselves into more trouble than necessary. Although he is reminded of Yuuji.
Encaptured by the tv screen, they’re both blindly reaching for popcorn here and there, addicted to the buttery treat as soon as they’d started eating it. As Megumi reached his hand over to snag another piece, he’d accidentally brushed his fingers over (y/n’s), not seeing that she’d also been grabbing some.
Anxiously, he pulls his hand away, turning to apologize right away. But (y/n) looks over at him with a smile before taking a few pieces and popping them into her mouth, turning back to the movie, clearly unfazed.
From that alone, Megumi feels his face go hot, and he tells himself he’s not going to have anymore popcorn, just to save himself the embarrassment.
But, if he did have a craving for a few more pieces, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if his hand touched hers again… would it?
He felt hot from his neck to his ears, and he’d already lost track of the last few minutes of the movie. Meanwhile (y/n) only seemed to get more comfortable, tucking her legs up onto the couch underneath her, thus making her lean just the slightest bit more against him. She was so close Megumi was holding his breath. She didn’t even realize this until after a few minutes, she noticed he wasn’t eating.
“Am I hogging it?”
She was whispering, even though there wasn’t currently dialogue in the movie, so he wouldn’t have been all that distracted if she’d spoken normally. However, when he looked down at her to ask what she meant, he’s immediately distracted again.
She’s so much closer to him now that when he looks down at her, her face is just a few mere inches away from his. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this close to her, not even when training. His voice catches in his throat, and he spends a good minute just silently staring at her with wide eyes.
(y/n) starts to blush under his intense stare and close proximity, but she doesn’t shy away from him, she simply repeats her question.
“The popcorn,” She clarifies, shaking the bowl with the remnants of their snack. “Am I hogging it?”
Megumi’s eyes briefly flicker to it, but quickly return to hers as he shakes his head.
“No, you’re good,” He finally speaks, and finds that he’s whispering, too. “I mean, I can always just make more, if you want”
He’s talking slowly, like he’s not really sure of what he’s saying, but (y/n) doesn’t mind, or find it all too odd. She’s quite enjoying getting an up close view of his face. She allows herself to really take in all his features, the way his hair almost hangs over his eyes, the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the deep blue of his eyes, she’s getting positively lost in staring at him. Even as the main character is screaming for their life on the tv in front of them, neither one of them loses their focus on the other.
Megumi’s mind is running wild, noticing the trail of her eyes everywhere they go. As he’s admiring her, she’s admiring him, and he’s trying so hard to work up the courage to do something when her lashes droop low and her eyes land on his lips.
“And for the love of god, if the moment arises that you should kiss her, then fucking do it!” Nobara’s voice rang in his head.
He’s not sure how he landed himself in this perfect intimate moment, but he knows he shouldn’t waste it.
“I- I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” He stutters a little, but tries to ignore and keep this brief burst of confidence intact. “And, I’m glad you wanted to, um, hang out”
A small smile tugs at the corners of (y/n’s) lips, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around even more from the flattering.
“That’s funny,” She murmurs. “I was just thinking the same thing,”
Megumi’s flustered, his heart is beating excessively, his face is hotter than it’s ever been, and his tongue is tied, but he smiles back at her, soft and warm and inviting.
“Can I ask you something?” She asks, and he nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Have you been trying to flirt with me?”
(y/n) can’t contain the smile on her face as she asks him her question, too eager for his answer. And when his blush darkens and his eyes momentarily stare down at nothing, her hopes only skyrocket.
“Trying” Megumi mutters the word she used back to her.
“So you have?” (y/n) giggles, leaning in closer to meet his eyes again.
Her eyes are so bright, Megumi can tell, even without the lights on in the common room, even with little to no light coming from the tv due to the dark setting of the movie. She’s practically glowing with happiness.
“Yeah,” He admits nervously. “I have”
(y/n) moves the popcorn bowl off her lap, moving away from him briefly so she could set it on the coffee table, before leaning back towards him, just as close as she was before. His instincts battle as half of him wants to lean back to give her space, and the other half wants to close the rest of the distance between them.
“Is that what all the compliments on my training were about?” She asks with a knowing smile.
Megumi nods his head shyly.
(y/n’s) giggling again, soft and angelic and he couldn’t possibly be upset that she’s laughing at him, because the sound is so sweet he’d do anything to make her laugh more.
“There wasn’t a movie night, was there?” She asks quietly.
He shakes his head this time.
“So… Yuuji just wanted to set you up, huh?” She asks again as she starts to put the pieces together.
Megumi raises a hand to the back of his neck awkwardly, but he knows he can’t really convince her otherwise, so he confesses.
“Yeah… he… said that I wasn’t doing a good enough job and that I needed a push” He admits, turning his head to the side to hide the now burning blush on his face.
“Well, that’s kind of silly, I thought you were doing a great job,” (y/n) says, and Megumi peeks back at her out of the corner of his eye. “But I can’t complain, I’m just glad I got to spend more time alone with you, anyways”
Slowly, he faces her again.
“You are?” He asks, unsurely.
(y/n) nods and gives him an affirmative hum.
“I thought you were just really into studying,” She teases. “I didn’t think I’d ever get you alone for something fun”
Flustering, Megumi tries to defend himself.
“I- I like fun stuff too”
“Like what?” (y/n) asks.
Trying to think on his feet, he thinks back to what Yuuji had described to be actual dates.
“Ice cream,”
He says it so surely, so confidently, that (y/n) has to bite down on her lip to keep herself from laughing this time. She has a pretty good understanding of what he’s trying to say, but he’s just so damn cute.
Megumi cringes at himself, smacking his own forehead and wishing the ground would swallow him whole, because it was impossible to keep his sanity when he was talking to her.
“I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that,” He assures her. “I meant I like going out. I would like to go out- we- we could go out-”
“Megumi,” (y/n) ends his misery, reaching forward and tugging on his wrist so he’d remove his hand from his face. “I would like to go out with you for ice cream” She tells him with a sweet smile.
He doesn’t know what he did to make this girl like him, because he’s pretty sure he’s made an idiot of himself every time he opens his mouth, but he thanks whoever is watching over him that he’s done something that works.
“Really?”
(y/n) nods, her hand sliding into his, fingers slotting in the spaces between his. Her hand is significantly smaller compared to his, and it’s so warm it’s almost comforting. It is comforting. He can feel his shoulders relax, and his heartbeat finally slowing to a normal pace.
“Really” She affirms.
The tv is flickering with the rolling credits of the movie they’d forgotten, and Megumi finally feels like he could have a grasp on this whole flirting thing.
“Can I kiss you?”
(y/n) smirks.
“It’d be a shame if you didn’t”
He didn’t need much more of an answer than that. With his free hand wrapping around the back of her neck to draw her a few mere inches forward, his lips slant over hers and any embarrassment left in him disappears in a second. (y/n) returns his kiss with fervor, letting his hand go so she could give into the intrusive thoughts that had attacked her all night, running her fingers through his hair, nails scraping slightly at the nape of his neck.
The sensation was enough to give him an ego boost, and Megumi drops a hand to her hip, pulling her closer until her chest leaned into his, and even still he pulled more, and more, until they couldn’t possibly be any closer.
His lips dragged over hers as his nose prodded hers to the side, tilting his head to deepen their kiss further. A hum of approval traveled up her throat and vibrated gently against his mouth, and she could only sneak in a few more kisses until she had to pull on his sweater to make him stop so she could catch her breath.
Their blushing faces are mirrored now, both smiling shyly, and still clinging onto one another.
“Did Yuuji give you advice on that too?” (y/n) chuckled, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Megumi chuckles, his eyes falling to her now swollen lips.
“If I say yes, are you going to stand me up for our ice cream date?”
The pair giggle quietly amongst themselves, (y/n’s) arms wrapped loosely around his neck, Megumi’s arms wrapped loosely around her waist, neither one of them wanting to part even though their movie had ended and it was rather late into the evening.
“So it’s a date now?” (y/n) quirks a brow.
Megumi smiles, more sure of himself now than he has been in the last couple of months.
“Of course it is”
(y/n) smiles back at him melting a little further into his embrace.
“So then I suppose that makes you my boyfriend” She adds cheekily.
Megumi raises a hand to curl his fingers under her jaw, his thumb stroking lazily over her skin. He watches this movement for a minute as he relishes in the delight of being bestowed such a title.
He decides to steal the moment with a kiss, which (y/n) happily returns. This kiss is softer than their first. It’s also shorter, but just as passionate. He’s smiling again when they part, resting his forehead against hers as he gazes fondly into her eyes.
Summary: all you want to know is why your parents were violently killed and why there was no proper investigation done. Odds are against you when a promising hero is willing to do everything in his power to put you behind bars.
Fic warnings: slow burn, depiction of violence, fighting and death, mention of power abuse, future smut, angs, emotional damage, commitment issues, trust issues, heavy themes and adult language, swearing, mention of masturbation, dark story?
Summary: all you want to know is why your parents were violently killed and why there was no proper investigation done. Odds are against you when a promising hero is willing to do everything in his power to put you behind bars.
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Fic warnings: slow burn, depiction of violence, fighting and death, mention of power abuse, future smut, angs, emotional damage, commitment issues, trust issues, heavy themes and adult language, swearing, mention of masturbation, dark story?
Tell me if I forgot anything, I'll change the warnings in the course of this fic.
Raiting: 18+
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Jungkook hated paperwork. It was a long and boring work. When choosing his future profession, no one told him that his occupation does not consist of only fighting crime on the streets, catching dangerous criminals and saving innocent lives. He spent most of his working hours in a giant office, sitting at his desk joined with four others over a pile of endless papers. With a deep sigh, he opened the profile folder of a villain who goes by the name Killian and began transcribing all the information into his computer, just as he had done twenty times before with different perpetrators.
He couldn't believe his bad luck. Just because he was in charge of one active case in which he's now deadlocked doesn't nesessary have to mean he's going to get the worst filler job in the entire branch, right? And yet he was just tapping out the individual dates and exact time intervals of Killian’s first attacks.
Transcribing old case data from paper to electronic form was a living hell. It was the most boring, annoying and numerous part of the job. Not to mention that Killian has been dead for five years and has killed so many people in his lifetime that he has over fifteen files on various victims and is unofficially credited with kidnapping six more missing people. Jungkook was already sure he was going to spend the rest of his shift today transcribing all the available documents on this villain. So much for the title of the most promising rookie.
His loud sigh was a comical spectacle for his senior colleague Namjoon, who was just passing by the rookie section. "Rough day?" He struck up a friendly conversation, even though they had never really spoken before.
Namjoon was part of the inner file of heroes. He didn’t work on the front line like Jungkook and his older colleague Yoongi, but operated the action from behind the scenes. He was the one who directed and planned every move of the heroic troops in every dangerous action. His inner strength was his incredible brain - his quick analysis and ability to organize an entire legion of heroes in battle according to their abilities, made him an unbeatable strategist. Namjoon was the reason Jungkook decided to join the AiOT branch.
"Better not even ask." Jungkook managed a weak smile, but his tired eyes and previously expressed frustration gave away what he was really feeling. He'd rather be anywhere else than here and now.
"Don’t stress over it too much. All of us have been through this at least once." Jungkook was slightly reassured by the encouraging words, but more importantly it sparked the flame of his curiosity. With his eager gaze, he almost begged Namjoon to tell him more. "Before I got my current position, I was a heroes' sidekick. I did almost nothing but fill out their paperwork for them. It was a pain in the ass." The tall man cringed as if he had eaten a particularly sour lemon and shook his head slightly, trying not to think of old memories. "Not to mention the two of us are different."
"How come?" The younger of the two, but obviously more muscular, straightened up in his chair. His brain couldn't grasp exactly what the man, he admired so much, meant with his last sentence. Was it a slight hint of his incompetence, or was his mind just trying to find something behind it that wasn't even there?
"Even though I consider my job as essential, I'm still just a strategist behind the curtain. In contrast, you have the opportunity to actually save someone. Not to mention how strong and talented you are at such a young age." Namjoon walked over to the younger man and squeezed his shoulder tightly, giving him his last words before he walked away to do his own job. "The whole agency sees our future in you."
Namjoon's words rang through Jungkook like a bell at a Buddhist New Year. He knew that the AiOT agency had been in decline for some time, and that it had seen a slight upturn only after his arrival, but he didn’t attach much importance to it. Each heroic agency is financially supported in three ways. When agencies start up and begin, most of the costs are paid by the founders themselves, which includes the salaries of all staff. Once they start making a name for themselves by a high percentual success in saving people without any casualites, the goverment starts investing in said agency. The last way is donations from the city's wealthy, or small contributions from rescued people who want to show their gratitude.
Since Jungook's arrival, the company has seen an influx of money from the government, which has decided to reinvest in the failing business. Jungkook was more determined than ever to finish rewriting the old cases so he could go into action again and prove that their agency is worth a bigger investment. Maybe then they could finally get new equipment.
....
Jungkook has lived alone for the past two years, in a small but modern apartment on a quiet street. Usually he cooked something quick, but on days like this, when he spent a disgusting amount of his day anchored to his computer, he wasn't in the mood to cook anything. Two streets away is a small restaurant that cooks late into the night. Once in a while he always likes to go there for his favourite meal - according to Jungkook, one of the few dishes they cook there that is edible, not to mention cheap.
Jungkook, as a young, thoughtful rookie, had the opportunity to join bigger, more well-known agencies, where he would definitely get a bigger salary, but he didn't find the heroes he admired there. This socially respected profession brought with it selfishness and lust for one's own wealth and fame, and such "ideals" discouraged Jungkook from joining so-called Black companies. Corporations and their "heroes" who have made a name for themselves by demanding money from innocent citizens as compensation for risking their own lives to save them.
It wasn't long before Jungkook was sitting in his favorite spot by the window with his food steaming. His stomach growled loudly, a clear cue to start eating. Glancing up from his bowl, Jungkook sees his reflection in the window. Dark eyes stare back at him, bloodshot. He grimases at his overworked, tired self. Today, like the previous three days, he put in several hours of overtime in an effort to finish transcribing old cases as soon as possible. His minimal sleeping hours and irregular meals were slowly taking their toll on him. Still, he didn't mind if it meant achieving his goal of eradicating all evil in Korea. A few hours of sleep is a small price to pay for one more criminal behind bars.
As he turns his gaze back to his half eaten dinner, out of the corner of his eye he sees something suddenly move in his peripheral vision. His professionalism kicks in and he stares into the dark allyway between the convinient store and the building next to it. There's nothing. And yet, he can't seem to shake the lurking feeling that something is wrong.
Next to the shop stood a lone lamp that flickered irregularly. For a few seconds each time, it illuminates a large, black bin leaning against the opposite wall, only to plunge it back into darkness. Jungkook can hear the faint hum of electricity in his ears as the bulb struggles to stay alive. Light, darkness. Light, dark.
Blink.
Blink.
Flash!
Krchhh - the thin glass of the bulb shattered into pieces with a loud crack. No one paid any attention to it, so everyone was astonished when the young black-haired man sitting by the window suddenly rose from his chair until it toppled over and remained lying on the ground with a thud. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Before, where stood only a lonely, full garbage can surrounded by black trash plastic bag, now stood a figure, blending in perfectly with its surroundings. As they turned and started heading down the crowded street, Jungkook's instincts took over and the next second he was running after the cloaked figure. His bibimbap, together with his ramyeon stood forgotten on the table top for the waitress to clean.
Click, clack, click, clack.
Sensual calves were hidden in black pumps that bounced in a regular rhythm off the damp pavement. Jungkook watched the feet of the woman in front of him as they gradually moved away from the starting point. Apart from her hasty and more than unpredictable appearance in the darkened street, she looked quite ordinary. Dressed in a black coat and high heels, her face hidden from the eyes of passers-by by an expensive looking hat. All that could be seen of her body were her legs from the knees down and the bright white hair that flowed down her back in perfect waves. Jungkook was intrigued by her without knowing why.
The woman stopped in front of a bar with a neon sign that read Hell in Heaven. She turned her body slightly to the left, where Jungkook still continued on his way, as if she knew he was secretly following her. She gave him a sly, red smile as he walked past her, and before he could stop himself, he was discreetly watching her in the reflection of one of the parked cars along the road as she entered the noisy bar.
'She already knows about me anyway.' He thought to himself and followed her into the open doorway. The inside looked surprisingly much nicer than he had initially expected. The room was lit with a soft purple light, the furniture in a dark brown wood that created a flattering contrast to the white walls. A few drunks were already lounging on the round tables or sleeping sprawled out on the sofas in the corners of the room, but most were either dancing on the dance floor to the right, standing around the bar drinking, or playing various bar games in the next room.
After a quick initial scan of the surroundings, a black gaze slid to the woman sitting on a bar stool, just pulling her shiny hair into a high ponytail revealing her bare back, which was exposed, and only at her hips did the dress come together again in a deep V shape. The local bartender was just serving her a glass of clear liquor.
It was only after the glass ended up between the woman's manicured slender fingers that the woman turned around and Jungkook understood what the magnet was that drew him to her. It was you. His case he wanted to, oh so desperatedly, solve.
Your shining eyes flick up, sensing Jungkook gaze once again. You grin at him, before drinking the shot in one go. You are wearing make up once again, but this time it's complimenting your face shape, making you look more cunning. Your sleek figure is leaning against the bar counter, in a challenging position that will attract not only eager men in your direction.
Jungkook can't resist letting his eyes slide over your figure clad in a short, red dress that accentuates your cleavage and your curves. As you sit gracefully on a bar stool and sensuously swing one leg over the other in high heels, Jungkook's throat catches when he sees the hem of your dress roll up higher and cut into your thigh. You lightly stroked the exposed skin with your hand, causing the young hero to growl animalistically. He swallowed dryly.
It was only with great difficulty that he could bring himself to tear his gaze from your womb and direct it to your gaze, which was fixed on his face with an amused shine. You raised your hand and beckoned him to come closer with your elegant index finger. You waited for him.
His pink tongue traces his teeth, setting his jaw in a firm anger. You won't play with him like he is your little toy. His chest is heaving heavily when he looks at you again and turn his back to you. He only takes one step away when another man bumps his shoulder into him. Poisoned by the great effect you have on his hitherto undiscovered physical needs, he turns to the unknown ready to vent his frustration, only to get stuck in his track.
The man, dressed in plain light jeans and a dark shirt, is standing next to you, his drone tilted so his mouth is pressed against your ear and his right arm is tightly wrapped around your waist. What pisses Jungkook off much more is the welcoming embrace you openly offer the man as you lean in and press your lips to his lobe. Your deep eyes are locked on Jungkook the whole time you're whispering something to him.
He hates the idea of you playing with him with ease and his body obeying your every command. Like a puppet to its puppeteer. His heart is going overtop when he shorten the distance separating you with three long strikes, janking the asshole from your body to the ground.
"What the fuck dude?" He shouts out angrily with a hidden undertone of pain. Jungkook looms over him like a predator about to dine on his dying prey when he gets tired of the hunt. His chest rises sharply above his work shirt, sealing his muscles under the thin fabric. You couldn't resist, hungrily devouring every inch of his chiseled physique. Most of the time when you see him, your view is hidden under a layer of defensive uniform. You were pleasantly surprised to find out what he looks like under his protective vest.
"Don't touch what's not yours." The gruff reply, growled in a low tone, surprised both men present. Jungkook didn't think of you as anything other than a villain who needed to be caught, so why was he indirectly calling you his, and why did he feel so good about it?
He didn't know what attracted him to you so much. He didn't know why his mind always wandered back to you when he wasn't paying attention. He didn't know why every time he saw you he found you more stunning. What he knew for sure was that he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers, even if you manage to escape again.
The distance between you wasn't big, but every extra step seemingly sucked the air from his lungs until it seemed impossible to take one more. If you noticed his troubles, you didn't let it show and waited patiently for him. Maybe it wasn't so much patience as it was a power struggle, which you would have lost if you had gotten up and met him halfway. He's the one who came to you. Jungkook pressed his lips tightly together and fixed his black gaze on yours, who was watching him with interest. Your pupils betrayed nothing mocking or malicious, on the contrary they gave him open arms which he could have taken at any time. Just knowing that you weren't here to judge him nor to put any labels on him put his mind, strangely, into tranquillity. The last step that put him right in front of you settled his air and nerves back in their proper place.
"Hi," you greeted him in a low voice being able to see the regurgitated glint in his eye. If he was willing to bury the hatchet for the day, you were also willing to put down your weapon. Instead of a greeting, however, you were met with a pointed question. "What are you doing here?"
With a fake stab at your heart, you put your hand on the left side of your chest, "You wound me, handsome sir." You'd be lying to yourself if you pretended you didn't hope to have a normal conversation with the young hero. Unfortunately, even now he immediately began his interrogation. "Is this your question that you want a truthful answer to?"
"Does every question necessarily have to be the one through our agreement?" Jungkook's brows drew together into a frown over his dark gaze. He still couldn't figure you out, and he was angry with himself for it. The way you kept leashing him was driving him crazy.
"No. But if you had started our conversation with something other than an interrogation, maybe we could have had a normal conversation." Your voice was surprisingly calm and gentle, as was the faint smile on your face. It was the first time in all the years you'd known each other that he'd seen you smile genuinely. It messed with his head more than he's willing to admit at the moment.
Jungkook was visibly nervous as he sat down on the bar stool next to you yet his gaze screamed confidence. "Fancy seeing you here." He said, hoping you wouldn't comment too much on his sudden change in demeanor. Luckily for him, you merely turned back towards the bartender, who was ready to take any order you placed.
"What can I get you?" You asked contentedly before gesturing to the bartender. Your companion ran a quick glance over the drinks on display. He didn't want to admit to you that he didn't exactly like alcohol. How is he supposed to solve this dilemma without falling in your eyes? You sensed his indecision and decided to step in. "Let's have two Irish Bombs." You ordered for both of you, assuring your companion with a quiet "It's a sweet drink," that he'd probably like it.
After two more drinks, both of your inhibitions and initial tension eased.
"What are you even doing here?" Jungkook asked. You shrugged nonchalantly with an amused smirk. "Can't I just go out and take a break from everything?" You stared distantly into your glass with its dark contents and drank the rest of it without a word. "My life is not always rosy." You joked with a dry laugh.
"You can't entirely complain about that, considering it's your own fault." Jungkook snorted. How can you complain when you lead this kind of life? "You yourself have become a lawbreaker and a danger to the public by your own actions."
"Did I?" You frowned at him, your voice an octave lower. He knows nothing about you and yet he condemns you like this? Just because some unnamed person decided to call you a criminal? Although the change in your behavior was subtle, the seasoned hero noticed it. Has he hit on a sensitive subject? How hard can he push without shutting you down?
"To my believe, yes. You could have gone to a local police station or to any hero agency to ask for help." He suggested weakly, keeping his tone of voice neutral in an attempt not to provoke you in any way. You snorted in disbelief at his stupidity.
"I tried to get both the police and countless heroes to investigate who killed my parents for almost three years straight. No one took me seriously. I kept bugging them, so to get rid of me, they did a cursory search and declared it a domestic suicide." Although your confession meant exposing your motives behind all your illegal actions, you didn't consider it too risky a move. What could Jungkook have done with this loaded information, other than looking into your parents' deaths? If anything, he'd play right into your hands.
"Do you have any proof that it was actually murder?" Jungkook asks defiantly. Even though he didn't know much, he made a mental note about your parents' deaths and that he'd have to look into it later, maybe even ask his older colleagues if they happened to know anything.
"My own investigation." Jungkook couldn'h help but scinker at that. Surely you have the same opportunities and resources as the professionals to actually get to something. "I wouldn't underestimate the black market if I were you." You uttered nonchalantly and waved at the man who had been pouring you the whole time that you were ready to pay.
"You just admitted to me that you are involved with the black market. Do you have any more accusations for me to add to the already long list?" An amused tone crept into his voice as he rose from his chair, effectively blocking your view of the bill with his right shoulder. The amount in question didn't appeal to his eyes at all, yet he held his credit card up to the terminal without a word.
"I didn't admit anything, I just gave you some friendly advice. It may come in handy in the future." Another faint giggle escaped your lips, and Jungkook's stomach tightened. When he turned to you, you were already standing on your own feet, facing him, being dangerously close to his body. Your eyes shone amusedly in a faint violet glow, while your hair gave an almost fairy-tale appearance. Did you have any idea how beautiful you look right now? And if so, were you using your charm to curse Jungkook? Because if you did, you've been successful so far.
The atmosphere around you once again sparked with tension and neither of you were sure what type let alone what it meant for either of you. Jungkook swallowed deeply when you placed your palm on his left breast, and quite deliberately puffed out his chest to make it look even bigger than it is under your touch. You bit your lip at his ridiculously cute gesture, and Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off your red bottom lip trapped between the white pearls. He wanted to taste you.
His last thought startled him so much that he didn't notice you leaning towards him until your warm breath coated his flushed cheeks. Although the rational part of his mind advised him to push you away and keep his distance, his lust for you was so strong that it precluded access to any logical reasoning. His strong arms found their way around your waist and trapped you tightly against him.
"What are you doing, beautiful?" His raspy voice rubbled out of his lungs and you could feel getting wet just by listening to his voice praising you.
"I'm just paying you back for my part, since I don't intend to owe you anything." You whisper almost an inch from his lips as your nose brushes against his warm cheek.
His confused expression opened up space for you to grab his belt and then pull his pelvis sharply against yours. A pleased smile conjured on your lips as you felt his budding arousal. His loud gasp in response to your action pleased you even more as you placed the bill you had originally intended to pay for your spending today behind his belt.
"I'm more than capable of paying for myself." You winked at him, and though Jungkook wanted to reply with 'I wanted to invite you' or 'I didn't mind paying for you' he settled for a simple "I noticed."
You still maintained eye contact when you reached for your coat. Jungkook took the opportunity and reached for it in a silent offer of help. Of course you let him be a gentleman and offered him a glimpse of your exposed back, which was soon covered by the black cloth the man behind you gently placed on your shoulders.
"When will I see you again?" He asked, mentally kicking himself at his whiny tone. What the fuck had you done to him in such a short time?
"If the opportunity arises..." You whispered. Your answer didn't please either of you, but you didn't want to lie to him. Besides, once the current infatuation subsides and you both get back on track, you'll realize how dangerous - whatever is currently vibrating between you - is.
Both of you are on the other side of the coin, and neither of you currently stands to lose everything while teetering on the edge.
This has no future.
This night, like the last, you left Jungkook standing outside alone, except this time he's even more confused and has a hard problem in his pants. When he got to his apartment that night, he had to jerk off several times before he got you out of his head.
It was the beginning of a new school year when your parents came to you with the unexpected news of moving to Tokyo. Your father had long aspired to become the coach of the national volleyball team, and now that he had been offered the chance to coach the Japanese Olympic team, he was beside himself with happiness. But for you, it meant leaving your life and friends behind and moving to a completely unfamiliar country whose language you didn't speak.
Of course you were happy for your father and you supported him with all your heart. After all, it was his dream since as far back as your memory goes. In his younger years, he played what he calls "B" volleyball, never at the professional level. But when he met his future wife, and a few years later you were born, he was always raving about how he wished he could coach young talents. Yet, despite everything, you couldn't shake that heavy feeling in your stomach that wouldn't go away.
...
You transferred to Nekoma High about halfway through your sophomore year. In the six months or so before the move, you learned to read and write a few kanji characters through intensive Japanese tutoring, but mostly you focused on the spoken language. You didn't want to make a complete idiot of yourself in front of your new classmates, but unfortunately you were still at a beginner's level and learning a completely foreign language was challenging for you. Your teachers took pity on you and most of your new friends tried to help you. You didn't understand everything, but you were able to communicate with broken Japanese.
One day, Aoi-chan came to you with an idea: "You haven't joined any clubs yet, have you? Why don't you try it? Don't you think you'd learn to communicate better in our language that way?" You didn't think it was a bad idea at the time, but now, standing in front of the closed gym door from which the sound of squeaking soles, crossing boys' voices and deafening ball thuds could be heard, you wanted to be anywhere but here.
You never really excelled in sports, and when you heard that the boys' teams here in Japan had club managers, you thought it was the perfect role for you. Your father brought his work home with him more often than not, so you learned a lot about volleyball and thought the sport would be perfect for you. Now? How could you think of such a stupid idea? Isn't there any chance of getting out of this? With terror in your eyes, you looked at the teacher who accompanied you as he reached for the door handle, but your silent "wait" escaped his ears.
"Team, I'd like to introduce you to a new member." He got the attention of everyone present and you hid behind his back with a jump. You can still get away, right? "Starting today, the boys' volleyball team has its own manager."
A number of excited voices started shouting over the news, and you knew it was too late to run for it. Among the wave of shouts and questions you heard "who is she?", "What year is she in?", "What's her name?" and "Is she cute?" Yamada-sensei turned to you helplessly, and you knew that was your cue. You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing pulse before stepping into the hunting trap in front of you.
"I don't know if I'm cute, but my name is Y/N and I'm in my second year. It's nice to meet you all." You were glad you didn't stutter with nervousness and could only hope you sounded as natural as you thought you did.
"European...!" One of them shouted with his finger pointed at you. When you gave him a weak smile and an uncertain wave, his face quickly turned a fiery red and he turned his face away to the other side. So much for the first good impression.
"Eeeh..." Came uncomfortably close to your ear, making you jump in surprise. To your left, an impossibly handsome young man bent down to your level, sizing you up with a serious expression on his face. A raven's nest instead of hair fell into his hazel, cat like eyes when a huge playful smirk adored his features. "I'd say you're more than cute, beautiful. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better and starting to date you." He spoke in a calm, seductive voice, and you were sure you were blushing just as much if not more than the boy with the shaved sides a moment ago. Your brain's ability to think was gone.
"Here goes the provocation expert." The vice-captain sighed in defeat.
"Please ignore what our captain says. My name is Yaku and I look forward to working with you." You're joined by another member, considerably shorter one with auburn hair. "Most of what he says is nonsense." Another boy with grown-out blonde hair fills in as the rest of the team gradually coalesces around you, spouting one name after another. You try your best to remember them all, but you already know you won't be able to remember most of the names the next day. Despite being told not to take his words to heart, you secretly hoped they were true, not just a way for you to fit in.
"There's a dozen other things you could have said to her and you chose this?" Kenma frowned at Kuroo, then glanced warily in your direction. Granted, Kuroo’s awkward pick up line had broken the tense ice, but he was sure you had gotten mixed signals because of it now, and he felt sorry for you. He didn't want you to be the next victim to fall head over heels in love with Kuroo only to be heartbroken. Kuro's response, however, left him more shocked than his poor flirting skills.
"I meant it. I can’t wait to date her."
Although your ears didn't register Kuroo's last words, his simple ‘I meant it’ erased all the heavy feelings that had been weighing you down for eight months and you finally felt light headed. Maybe moving to Tokyo wasn't so bad.
Yeah guys... Holy moly. My brain still can't process this... o.O You are all freaking incredible! I started writing for myself just because I couldn't find many Talbott x reader fanfictions and got to this point. Although there are many more blogs and more talented writers here, I would like to thank you all for noticing my hackneyed writing in a foreign language!
Ideally, I'd like to cook up something special for you as a thank you for the next story. I have a few ideas in the draft that I will present to you below, but don't be afraid to apply for something that has been on your mind for a long or short time. What I'm most excited about is getting a request to write someone's fantasy!! ^^
Without further ado, here are my current options:
A) Concentrate purely on finishing VILLAIN WARRIOR.
a little sneak peak:
Jungkook can't resist letting his eyes slide over your figure clad in a short, red dress that accentuates your cleavage and your curves. As you sit gracefully on a bar stool and sensuously swing one leg over the other in high heels, Jungkook's throat catches when he sees the hem of your dress roll up higher and cut into your thigh. You lightly stroked the exposed skin with your hand, causing the young hero to growl animalistically. He swallowed dryly.
...
He hates the idea of you playing with him with ease and his body obeying your every command. Like a puppet to its puppeteer. His heart is going overtop when he shorten the distance separating you with three long strikes, janking the asshole from your body to the ground.
"Don't touch what's not yours."
B) Another oneshot with our baby Talbott.
This one would be how the two of you got together and how Talbott became aware of his feelings for you.
a little sneak peak:
"Is something wrong?" You ask with the caution of a newborn chick taking its first steps. Talbott gives you a quick, impish look before fixing it again on the text in front of him. His behaviour baffles you. You have never seen him act this way, always composed and not caring about what athors though. You didn't know that he actually cares more about one specific person's opinion than his own.
"Is this about me and Barnaby the other day?" You've formed your next thought. The reaction didn't take long, and the loud thump of a rapidly closing book made you jump out of your chair. Talbott disappeared from the library at lightning speed and successfully gave you the cold shoulder for the next few days. You couldn't believe the fact that the Winger was jealous.
C) Safety Nest (Shoto Todoroki x reader)
a little sneak peak:
An arranged marriage between two extraordinary Quirk's was not a common thing at this time, yet it still existed between strong families. Although your family was not in heroic circles, they were among the influential, original aristocratic ones. It would be a lie to say you weren't hurt by this decision, but you expected it. Your mother saw you as nothing more than an object that could potentially lead her to her selfish goal. If you lose your value to her, you lose your "home" as a penalty. A young boy with a perfectly parted hair in two very different colours sat across from you, anger flashing in his heterochromatic eyes.
D) The legacy of the wolves (Sabaku no Gaara x reader)
a little sneak peak:
Ashes drifted to the ground, black smoke stung the eyes of the survivors, while the hot fire tightened the loop of the noose.
A harbinger of death.
In the distance, the futile pleas of the slain woman were drowned out by the omnipresent cries of pain, terror and horror. The upheaval gathered pace when a group of rebels spread the news that the Queen was on the verge of falling into the land of the dead after giving birth to her second child. Blood drips from the blade of the kunai with a calm slosh as Hiroshi stands over the bloody corpse of his younger brother. "If you hadn't stolen what was rightfully mine, this would have never happened." A psychopathic sneer crossed his mouth, the last one he gave to his brother's blank eyes.
E) The Bet (Draco Malfoy x reader) oneshot
a little sneak peak:
“You know you could have just asked me on a date if you like me so much.” He said with a wide smirk plastered on his features. You grimased at him in confusion.
“What are you talking about, Malfoy?” You put your hands on your hips and look him up and down in the most dominant view you mastered.
“I know you are interested in me. And I would say yes even without the love potion.” He answers and nonchalantly swirls the drink as if it was a glass of wine. Your heart stopped for a few seconds before it started hammering heavily again. You could feel all the blood drain from your face as Malfoy drank the entire contents of the glass in one elegant sip.
F) A request from one of you!
As always, you can find my masterlist here.
If you've read this far, let me also say for all the Haikyuu fans out there that I've watched this anime for the fourth time and I'm more than ready to write a story for these boys too! I feel confident about Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa and the Karasuno boys.
As some of you may know, this was a reguest from @cabbages-posts
Once again, thank you for requesting this since it means to me you like the way I write. The MC described in this story is the same MC in HPHM so you can do about everything 🤷🏻♀️✨ Talbott is really insecure about himself in this, hope you don't mind. I imagine that he started to change and see himself in a diferent way roughly sometime after this incident. (Also reader is a bird animagus like Talbott, nut feel free to insert any other animal you prefer.)
Sorry for taking this long, uni work is killing all my time. Hope you like this!
Warnings: It's just pure fluff with a little angst if you close one eye and sexual degrading comments from a Slythering student towards the reader. Nothing big, really. Just the usual stuff most of us heard at least once in our life. I used the F word once, as well as asshole. Talbott also sends a few curses, but doesn't physically harm anyone (the punk in question calmly gets up and runs away like a wounded animal).
Pairing: Talbott Winger x fem! reader (established relationship)
Fandom: Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery
W: 6412 (o.O like wut? I didn't expect this oneshot to be so long.)
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The way your hair glistened in the sunlight was addictive. You were just bending down to pick the spiky flowers when a strand of your hair fell in your face. Unable to resist his desire, Talbott gently reached for them, uncovering your beautiful face and softheartedly put them behind your ear. They were just as tender as he remembered and as the sweet smell of your shampoo assaulted his sinuses, he quite consciously sucked in your intoxicating scent once more. He rested his chin on your head and stroked your hair lovingly.
Talbott rarely ever showed his affection for you. Most of the time, he did so by letting his inhibitions disappear and giving in to his own desires. He didn't know if he could afford to do this to you, if you wanted it, or how you would react if he actually did what he dreams of doing day and night. And as soon as he came back to the harsh reality of what he was doing, he immediately let you go in shame every single time no matter how much you told him you loved it.
He was too nervous to see how much his gesture made you blush. He purposufely looked away from you as his eyes were searching for something to serve as distraction, his hand at the back of his neck. A habit he unconsciously made whenever he was too shy or nervous in your presence.
You were the only one who made him insecure about himself.
It wasn't because of the way you acted around him or anything you said to him. If anything, you've always let him know how much you appreciate him and how much you love him for who he is - for being himself. But... YOU were too good for him. You were perfect at anything you touched. You excelled in every subject, and even though Snape didn't like you twice, your grades were still among the best. You managed to befriend every wizard, witch and magical creature. Everyone adored you. You were brave, beautiful, willing to put yourself in danger to save others, smart, you even sang in the choir and you were capable of playing any position in Quidditch!
Compared to you, he... He could never be your match. The only thing he was really good at was transfiguration and caring for the plants. Although... On multiple occasions you told him how much you admired his clever brain, how you wished to be at least half as smart as he is. One time you even confessed how incredibly sexy you find his cleverness. After hearing your hurried confession he studied even more then before. He wanted to impress you.
Ever since that first day he found out he was your secret crush, he's felt so much better about himself. And every time you chose him out of your long list of admirers to go to a date or to a ball with without hesitation and reassure him that he would always be your first choice, his confidence grew again.
And yet... Every time he was made aware of your superhuman incredibility, he couldn't help but watch you from afar. He admired you more than anyone else.
"Aren't you more touchy-feely than usually today?" You giggled happily and handed him a bouquet of his favorite flowers. Since your first date in Hagrid's garden, picking Thistle has become a bit of a tradition. Whenever you came back here on one of your many dates or just passing by on an evening stroll, you always picked him a bouquet of purple beauties. You yourself would have preferred to choose slightly prettier flowers but you liked the reason why Talbott likes them in the first place. Still, you wished he would begin to think better of himself than that he was often overlooked just as this flowering plant. You wished there was some magic that could make him see himself through your eyes, at least for a while. Then maybe he'd realize how amazing he really is.
"I-I'm sorry..." Talbott was quick to apologize, thinking he'd ruined the rest of the day with his gesture. You finally saw each other after a few days when you were busy with all sorts of things while he was studying in the library and secretly watching you in his animal form whenever he could. Today was supposed to be your day, and he ruined it. "Guess you don't want to see me anymore tonight, huh?" He grumbled, feeling the nervous beat of his heart echoing in his ears as he waited for your answer.
Your eyebrows drew together in an expression of confusion at his thought. Are you expressing your feelings towards him wrongly that his conclusion is a negation instead of a positive? You gently caressed his cheek while you pulled his forehead down to yours. With a smile on your face, you were once again reminded of how Talbott had changed over the past few months - when you met two years ago, he was the same height as you and his build was rather flabby. Now when you wanted to look into his eyes, you had to tilt your head, stand on tiptoe when you wanted to kiss him on the cheek and whenever his strong arms wrapped around you, you got lost in his broad chest.
"Talbott... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't glad you're overlooked by most people, because then everyone would jump on you." The confusion was switched from one person to another after your last sentence. "You're the most beautiful, kindest person I've ever met, and every day I fall under your spell more and more. And every once in a while, when you make a romantic gesture like you did a moment ago, I feel like my heart explodes with happiness. I love it when you kiss my hair, when I come back to my room and there's a flower and a poem on my bed, or when you wish me sweet dreams and good mornings everyday." You confessed to him and tried to put into your words all your emotions of love that swirled through you like a tornado. You still couldn't believe that someone like you got such an attentive, sweet and romantic guy as a boyfriend.
"Before I met you I thought I wasn't into romance but you made me selfish and I want it, I want you, more and more." Your face turned bright red and your eyes shone with love under the late sunlight. Talbott, utterly absorbed in your beauty and sincerity, could not tear his gaze from you, and watched you in astonished silence. Once in a while you caught him staring at you during meals or classes so now when he looked at you directly, you said nothing and simply smiled at him while you stroked his brown strands, waiting for your words to settle in his heart. Heat flared in the area of Talbott's chest as he watched you, and without thinking, he pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.
"I really like you." He whispered against your lips, not daring to say the other word beginning with the letter L. A wide smile lit up your face as you replied back "I like you more," and although Talbott doubted it, he didn't refute your assumption and instead pulled you to him again. He felt his stomach clench as if into itself as you used your tongue to suck his bottom lip into your mouth and without further hesitation he came to meet you. Your kissing was unhurried but full of unspoken feelings hidden deep inside each other.
Too immersed in each other's touch, you didn't notice the door opening or the dog barking a greeting behind your back. "Stop flirtin' and go back 'to the castle! Curfew's comin' up." Hagrid's voice, enriched with boisterous laughter, interrupted you, and you both jumped apart in shame.
"We're coming! We're coming!" You shout back at him while stroking Fang's grey fur. A stick lay a short distance from you, and without hesitation you raised it to brown, playful eyes. "Want this, buddy?" You already knew that if you didn't quickly divert his attention elsewhere, you'd end up on the floor under a layer of dog saliva. When he wiggled his ass in delight, you successfully reached out for the throw.
"Aport!" You swung as hard as you could and watched Fang's tail wag back and forth with joy as he tried to catch the stick in mid-air. "Good boy!" Hagrid cheered as he watched his partner catch the wood and proudly patted him on the side when he came to show him. You said goodbye with a wave of the hand and walked briskly up the hill to the shining castle, reflecting the red evening sky.
"Next time, remind me to make sure we're really alone before we start making out." Talbott, who was even red behind the ears, growled next to you. His agitated attitude amused you and you felt like teasing him, but instead you just intertwined your fingers between his. As your hand slipped under his, his tense shoulders sagged and his hurried gait slowed.
"It still wasn't as bad as the night McGonagall caught us." You reminded him and shuddered at the memory. You weren't able to look her in the eye for weeks afterwards, not to mention Snape's hatred directed at you when he found out how many points your little date night had cost you.
"Ugh, so when I finally forgot about it, you just have to go and remind me again, don't you? I didn't dare to sit next to you for the rest of the year..." Your boyfriend groaned at your side, and when a gust of cold wind picked up, you snuggled closer to his warm body. Your heart, like his, leapt when he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist instead. "The next day we were the centre of all the gossip." He mumbled, his lips forming into a cute pout.
Until then, your romance was mostly known only to your close friends, but after you were caught in the hallway by the esteemed professor, you were the talk of the town, and not just during the meals in the Great Hall. The fact that neither of you denied it encouraged the omnipresent to concoct scenarios of what you might have done together in the shadows of the night.
"But I was happy to officially call you my boyfriend every time someone asked me about you." You told him and watched his reaction out of the corner of your eye. Surprise quickly gave way to disbelief until even that was replaced by a beatific smile. The fact that you wanted to show him off made him incredibly happy and proud. He was the one who could call you his, not anybody else. And you wanted to be his as much as you wanted him to be yours. "Me too." Noted Talbott and these two simple words made you feel like a little teenager falling head over heels in love once again.
"When'll I see you again?" You ask as you walk through the gate knowing that your time together is coming to an end. You already miss him.
"Are you free tomorrow?" Finding a date when you both have time together is challenging. It seems like fate is against you every time you try to meet. You had a feeling it wouldn't be any different now, as you shook your head sadly at his question.
"I promised to help Barnaby and Liz look after Nifflers during lunch break and I still have detention with Pitts in the kitchen after dinner." Unconsciously, you squeezed Talbott's hand tighter as you tried to figure out the day when you'd at least have a moment to spare. "But I have Quidditch practice on Friday around six and then I'm off. Would you like to come see me and do some flying afterwards?" You came up with an alternative time immediately.
“I'm not sure why you think I, of all people, am the one who can fly, but...” Talbott said with a serious face, and you couldn't help laughing out loud. You always get a laugh out of his jokes addressed to his eagle form, especially when he refers to them as the most serious thing in the world. As you saw Talbott's nod of approval, you couldn't wait for Friday. Wishing you sweet dreams, he said goodbye with one last kiss. Just two days and you'll see each other again.
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The next morning you saw each other only briefly at breakfast when you waved to each other and both went to your separate classes that day. On Thursday, your schedule was the most different - you could at least be grateful for the time together in the Great Hall where the whole school meets for a meal. But besides that, you hadn't saw the other one the whole day, and you still had a detention to go to you'd got at the end of last year. At least you had your new partner there to make the long hours over a bowl of bread dough enjoyable.
"Hey Jae! Up to no good again?" You jokingly greeted your friend, looking at his hunched back over his diary where he wrote down all his upcoming orders.
"Welcome to our worst nightmare! I was almost afraid you were gonna leave me alone tonight." He looked up at you and gave you one of his half smiles that clearly indicated, he was once again planning something nefarious.
"Only almost?" You yelled over your shoulder at him while you washed your hands in one of the sinks. A light laugh was his answer, as was an amused glint in his dark eyes as he talked to you provocatively: "Offended much?"
You reached for one of several aprons hanging on the wall and made your way back to the long table the Asian boy was leaning against, his arms folded across his chest. "Not quite what you were hoping for." You reply and watch his exaggerated gesticulation with a smile as he places his palm over his heart in disbelief.
"Less laughter and more dough kneading!" Pitts shouted at you, fed up with your positive mood. Before he could pull out his chef's cooking spoon on you, you both got down to business and expertly began working on your task.
"You got some new business?" You nodded your head towards his notebook safely hidden in his back pocket. His voice was as quiet as yours, after all, you don't want to attract unwanted attention.
"Yeah, and pretty big!" His enthusiasm just oozed out of him and it was immediately clear to you that it had something to do with visiting Knockturn Alley. With a silent raise of your eyebrows, you prompted him to speak. "There's a student in our class who's desperately in love. Looks like the girl doesn't want him, but he just doesn't care. Phuhahaha! He's ordered a month's supply and looks like he's going to become a regular customer." He laughed and started muttering something about how he had to deliver the first batch this Friday afternoon and that he had to get out of the castle as soon as possible to pick up his order.
You disagreed with the love potion delivery - you remembered too well how you persuaded Ismelda not to use the potion on your mutual friend, and you just hoped that this time you would be able to prevent it as well. But Jae guarded his client's name like a hawk and refused to tell you. Although you were his friend and partner in several of his jokes, he was aware of your responsibility as prefect and had no doubt that you would prevent his new business. He couldn't afford that happening.
You crawled to your room late at night, determined to find out as soon as possible who was willing to go to such lengths to force someone into false love. First thing in the morning you're gonna meet Penny and ask her for help. You didn't know of anyone better than your blonde friend, who can keep tabs on all matters circulating around the castle.
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Talbott woke up to a raining morning. It looked like it was going to be cold and wet all day today, yet he knew your team wouldn't cancel their practice. Just like the previous year, you made it to the finals with your hard work and great teamwork. You have worked harder than ever before - after all defending the title for the third time in a row won't be easy.
Talbott took his Ravenclaw sweater out of the closet and pulled it over his shirt. As he smoothed his robes his eyes fell on his spare, warmer sweater and without further thought he grabbed it and neatly folded it into his bag. 'She's often cold...' He thought as your self came to his mind and with a satisfied smile went to breakfast.
Exceptionally, he saw you before he heard you, which was unusual. He could recognize your boisterous laughter from across the hall and was always pleased to know that you were in a good mood every morning. Today, however, he saw you bent over next to your fair-haired friend with a thoughtful look on your face while you listened to Penny whispers. Not wanting to disturb you, he sat down at the very end of the table, as he used to do before you began to eat breakfast and dinner together. He missed you, but he didn't dare come between you and Penny.
Now that he was sitting alone again after a long time, he realized how much joy you brought into his world. The loud conversation, laughter and clinking of cutlery on plates turned into a uniform background noise. He knew it was impossible, but it seemed to him that even the ubiquitous colours had lost their saturation, as if they had faded slightly...
Talbott lost his appetite when he realized how dependent he actually is on you. Without you by his side, he had nothing to live for. Was his existence before you always so pointless and boring?
"Hey, love" the sing-song voice and the gentle embrace of arms around his shoulders broke him out of his reverie. Talbott smiled as his body leaned more into your embrace. "What are you thinking about again, huh? You should take a break from your brain once in a while." You joked and kissed him gently on the cheek. The gentle gesture of your affection to him shook his inhibitions so much that he pulled you to his face and quickly pressed his lips to yours.
"Just thinking about how much I need you in my life." He confessed, watching as your face brightened to happily incredulous. He could have sworn he even saw you happily hopping on the spot from one foot to the other a few times. If only he knew how much you were fangirling over him at that moment... Let's just say you were glad you didn't squeeled aloud.
"Thank you. I feel the same way, but... You should still take a break once in a while!" You brought the direction of your conversation back to it's original rail and sat down next to your boyfriend, who was feeling particularly determined today - so much so that he wraped his arm around your waist. You took advantage of the offered bite and scooped up the entire plate as you hugged him back and pressed your head over his chest. You were pleased when he didn't protest and instead rested his chin gently on top your head.
"You are one to talk. Couldn't you at least take a day off from solving all the problems and mysteries that arise in Hogwarts?" He snorted, brushing his hand over your arm in slow strokes.
"If I'm not the one saving Hogwarts, than who is?" You utter almost without interest and reach for his unfinished toast and take a bite. "Besides, it's nothing serious, just the possibility of fooling some girl with a love potion." You say and watch Talbott slowly nod his head while he bites into the toast in your hand. He's suddenly very hungry.
He sure as hell didn't want to get involved in any of your dangerous adventures. Rather on the contrary, he wished you would stop doing this heroic thing of yours, so he wouldn't have to worry about losing you every day. Yet he understood your motives for seeking another vault. If he himself had even the slightest hope of saving his parents, he would have rushed after it without hesitation. The love potion certainly wasn't as bad as your fight with a werewolf.
After breakfast, you said goodbye again, each heading to your classes. He knew he'd see you again in transfiguration class, and later he'd come to watch you train. Still, he couldn't help checking the clock every few minutes to see when it would finally be lunchtime.
His first lesson was DADA, which he definitely enjoyed more last year, when you had it together and he could secretly admire your talent for spells. He enjoyed sitting by your side and liked the warmth radiating from where your elbows or thighs touched, but to be able to watch you from the back pew as you demonstrated to the class how best to fight a ghoul? You looked hot. And he got to call you his.
Professor Green began her lesson. He already knew the spell she was teaching in today's lecture, so he could afford to let his mind wander to you and pay partial attention to the explanation of the origin and history of the defensive spell.
When the time for the demonstration came, his eyes watched professor's every move with atentive eyes. What snapped him out of his enchantment were the two voices of the boys in front of him.
"Ain't she hot?" A low snicker fell from his friend's lips.
"I bet she is an easy one. She craves attention so much she'll stretch for anyone." Another wave of laughter rose accompanied by a series of vulgar hand gestures. Talbott felt his stomach twist into a knot of disgust. How dare they talk like this about someone? Talbott tried not to pay attention to their pathetic conversation, but their sonorous voices pierced his ears like a needle through a vein.
"Maybe. But I won't leave anything to chance." Said the first boy, dressed in bright green, with a disgusting smile plastered across his ugly mug.
"What'da ya mean by that?" The other asked curiously, and though Talbott partly did not want to hear the answer, he found himself straining his hearing in order to not miss a single word. Although he is not the confrontational type and prefers to solve problems verbally rather than with his fists or a duel, he still vividly recalling his conversation with you during breakfeast about some guy with love potion. Even if he couldn't prevent the Slythering boy from coming to the girl and stopping him, he can still hear the plan and either keep a close eye on him or warn you he's Jae's new client.
"I insured it." The answer came, and he pulled an unmarked vial of potion from his robe pocket. Talbott's mind spun into overdrive as soon as his eyes caught sight of the black vial. He must be the one who bought the love potion. The chances that among the 600 students are more guys who wanted to deliver a love potion on this day are minimal, but possible. The chances that he's the one you're looking for are less than 1%. The chances that he's the one you're looking for are less than 1%.
He didn't have to wait too long. Transfiguration class came sooner than he'd hoped, and as soon as he saw you talking to Andre outside the classroom, he immediately headed over to you. "Hey," you waved at him, but before you could say anything else, he grabbed your arm. "I think I know who the guy with the love potion is." He blurted out quickly, answering your question about who is it, before you could finish asking. "Some Slythering guy in our year. Don't know his name, but he has dark brown hair and eyes. Big beauty mark on his left cheek." You nodded and thought deeply. There are a lot of brown-haired boys in Slytherin, but only two in your year. The beauty mark will be your best shot at deciding which one is it.
"Thank you, this will help us a lot. I'll tell the others what you found out and we'll try to find him during the breaks and convince him not to do it." You smiled at him, and a sense of pride came over Talbott. He was glad he could help you a little.
"Did they happen to mention the girl's name?" You asked curiously, knowing how valuable this information was. It would be easy to warn her, and even easier to have one from your group watch over her at all times. The dismissive shake of his head was a disappointing but not devastating.
"Never mind. We're gonna have to focus on finding the guy first. Shouldn't be too hard." You assume, and with newfound vigor, you head to class together. How hard can it be to find one student when you know what house he is from, plus you know his general description? Apparently much harder than you originally thought.
He was nowhere to be found. The search party was joined by others besides Penny, with Barnaby and Liz guarding the Slytherin dorm while the others searched every nook and cranny. At lunch, Talbott thought he spotted him, but he was easily lost in the crowd of other students. During the break between classes you always tried to search as many rooms as possible, but there wasn't much spare time.
Rowan and Ben were in the library while Tulip kept watch in the Courtyard. Chiara, Andre and Badeea were each in one of the clubs, while the others were running around the castle from one classroom to another. You knew about every hiding place in the castle and searched them all - without success. Eventually you got to the point where you couldn't continue your search with the others - you had to go to your practise. Skye and Orion won't let you sneak out of training just before the finals.
You were just coming down the spiral staircase in your Quidditch outfit when you caught Penny and Talbott walking towards you. “We thought we'd go somewhere not too crowded so Talbott could change and get a bird's eye view of the school grounds.” Penny told you their new plan. “Sounds like a good idea to me.” You nodded your head in agreement. It wasn’t a bad idea at all, Talbott can cover a large area in a relatively short period of time while he’s in his animagus form.
“Don't worry if you don't find him today. Maybe he doesn't even want to give her the potion today, and we've all wasted a whole day looking for him for nothing.” You told your boyfriend since you knew what a perfectionist he secretly is and that even though he doesn't show it, he really wants to help you in your search. He smiled appreciatively at you: “I know, I know. You don't have to comfort me yet.” He joked.
“Well, we should get going, just like you.” The blonde inserted herself into your little exchange, and before she left, she made sure to wish you good luck, along with an apology for not being able to come see you today. She started up the stairs, but Talbott did not immediately follow. “I'll make about two rounds and if I can't find him, I'll fly out to see you like I originally promised.” He walked over to you and tucked one naughty strand that had escaped from your ponytail behind your ear. His voice was much quieter than usual. “He doesn't have to ruin our date, does he?”
“No, he really doesn't have to.” You nodded and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Looking forward to seeing you.” You winked at him with a playful smile and skipped down the rest of the staircase. Talbott watched your hair bounce with each step and only when he lost sight of you did he follow his friend.
Although he didn't imagine today to be a hectic day, he was glad for the chance to stretch his wings and fly. It always cleared his mind beautifully. He couldn't relax that much with anything else, unless you included falling asleep in your arms. He turned his wings to catch the current of the wind and let it drift freely, while his keen eyes searched for the brown-haired boy.
Halfway through his second loop around the castle, he noticed Jae waving his arms frantically to catch his attention. Talbott descended into the shadow of the stone wall where he transformed back. As soon as his boots touched solid ground he came out to meet the boy in the yellow sweatshirt who was already running in his direction.
“Where’s Y/N?” He blurted out before Talbott could say anything. “She’s on the pitch, they have a practice today.” He didn't understand what good this information would do him, but he still gave the location of your current whereabouts without hesitation.
“Crap... That’s not good. Not good at all...” Jae started mumbling to himself, completely ignoring the Ravenclaw student in front of him. “What’s wrong mate?” Talbott's question seemed to snap the Asian out of his rant. He grabbed Talbott's shoulders and squeezed them tightly: “If I'd known sooner, I swear I wouldn't have given him the potion! I didn't know it was Y/N! You have to believe me, ‘kay? I would never-”
“What about Y/N? What’s wrong with her!? You aren’t making any sense!” An irritated Talbott jumped in. He wanted to know immediately what was going on with you, but Jae was babbling about unimportant things instead. “Cut to the point!”
“Philip wants to give that love potion to Y/N!”
Doupt.
Betrayal.
Resentment.
Bitterness.
Fear.
Talbott’s mind became preoccupied with intense emotions and hostility towards that Phil or whatever his name is. He was in a jealous rage. You were his girlfriend and the whole school knew that and yet he dared to take you away from him by pushing himself onto you with creating fake, illusionary feelings?
No way in hell.
There’s no way in hell he’ll let that happen.
The stiff body started to move on its own. The walk was replaced by a fast stride, which was transformed into a run within a few seconds. Talbott has never had a reason to run in his life. Jae shouted at him from behind his back where he was going and what had gone into him, but Talbott's brain registered only a high-pitched squeak. Nothing was more important to him than getting to you in time to stop you from drinking that stupid potion.
His feet carried him halfway when he saw you slowly sliding down to the ground, where a black and green blur waved at you. His labored breathing turned to wheezing as he picked up speed. He called your name again and again, but distance silenced his desperate cries. His side stabbingly stung when you landed on the ground a few feet away from Philip.
He won't make it.
An icy drop of terror flooded his body as he watched you accept the offered drinking bottle with mistrust in your eyes. His neck tightened into a narrow slit as your mouth approached the neck of the bottle. He must have spilled the potion in there. There was no springly water but a disgusting love potion!
Your mouth widened in a blissful smile as you said something to Philip, the bottle ever near, ever present in your hand. It felt like everzthing around him stopped and gone silent. Talbott almost stopped at that moment. Almost. But he was too close for that. You were almost within arm's reach...
He was aware of his rude behaviour when he flew between you like an unguided missile and knocked the bottle out of your hand in one fell swoop. The contents of the bottle remained untouched and before he could think about it his impulse made him grab the bottle, open it and spill the last drop on the ground. He watched with smug pleasure as the liquid seeped into the ground.
“The fuck you think you’re doing?” A scratchy voice shouted at him. Talbott was frazzled enough as it was, and his words were the last straw for him. He rose briskly to his feet and pointed his wand at the center of his chest. A simple wave and a word threw Philip back a few feet, his ass hitting the ground hard with a cry of pain.
“Don’t touch my girlfriend asshole.” It was the first time you saw Talbott pissed off, really pissed off. It was also the first time you've seen him pull a wand on someone and use a curse word. It was, to say the least... Remarkable. And even though it wasn't welcome in this situation, you couldn't resist the feeling of happiness that spread through you like a disease. You really liked how protective he was of you.
The sudden commotion drew attention of your teammates and it wasn't long before they formed a circle around you. “What’s happening here?” Orion asked as his searching gaze swept over the three people in front of him - two on their feet while one was sprawled on the ground.
“He wanted to give her a love potion.” Talbott growled through gritted teeth, never taking his eyes off his enemy.
“That seems to me to be quite a serious accusation that should not be made without solid reasons which will prove its truth.” Orion said in a serious tone, his hands clasped behind his back. “He’s lying!” In a desperate attempt to save himself, the accused caught hold of a thrown safety rope. Now that there wasn't a shred of evidence left, they had nothing on him. Once he realized this fact, he clumsily scrambled to his feet with a newfound confidence.
“But we have, though.“ You put yourself in and stood by the side of your love. A disbelieving "what" fell from the boy's lips. You smiled at his sudden change in demeanor - he was looking at you like a mouse caught in a trap. “Don't you know I'm friends with Jae?“ You started listing your evidence, starting with the most obvious one.
“That doesn’t prove anything!” He snapped back at you, but it didn't escape your eyes as he clenched his hands into fists to stop the shaking.
“No, it doesn not.” You agreed with him. Until Jae's here and points the finger himself, it's just word against word. “But running your mouth in the middle of class, talking about how you're going to give me a love potion is, don't you think? Revealing your plan before it was implemented is not recommended.” You put another nail in the coffin. You hammered another nail in the coffin, ready at any moment to use disarming spells on Philip, whose face had turned red with rage. To the astonishment of everyone else, however, it was the young man standing on your left who could not keep his anger in check.
Talbott sent a series of curses in Philip's direction, accompanied by resonating memories of a conversation that directly involved you. No one will call you a bawd in his presence. Not without consequences. “I was sitting right behind you and your little friend when you were bad-mouthing my girlfriend.” Talbott huffed through his clenched jaw, his knuckles whitening as he gripped his wand tightly.
“That still doesn't prove anything...!” Philip defended himself while protecting his face with his hands. At that moment, you felt like you were the perpetrator and not him. Not wanting to subject him to something like that, even if he deserved it, so you lowered Talbott's rised hand. You spoke the next words in a quieter, calmer voice. “Didn't I tell you I smell fresh straw and cool wind when you gave me the bottle?” A positive nod was accompanied by a confused arching of the eyebrows. You couldn't help smiling as you began to vividly recall the scent that had become your favourite. “Even if I didn't know beforehand that someone was here to slip me Amortentia, I would have known immediately by the smell. It's his scent.” You looked behind you to where Talbott stood as you spoke your last words. Those were meant for him.
“I'm sure I don't have to explain what that means, do I?” You looked back at Philip, who quickly mumbled a hissing no and almost ran back to the castle without another word. You felt that you wouldn't have to deal with this matter any longer.
“He could have at least apologized.” Talbott muttered, still irritated, but you could see your smart, patient man in him again.
“I have everything I need with me.” You squeezed Talbott's warm palm in yours. “I can do without his apology.” The love in your eyes smiled at him like warm rays of sunshine, and Talbott couldn't resist the temptation to steal one of your sweet kisses.
“That's enough with the flirting, right? We've still got practice to do!” Skye shouted at you, always relentless when it came to Quidditch. It was with great difficulty that you pulled away from the soft lips still pressed against yours. “Looks like I have to go.” You said, even though you knew Talbott had much better hearing than you and the comment thrown to the wind didn't escape him.
“I'll wait for you in the auditorium. Go score as many goals as you can.” He shooed you away with another promise he whispered in his head. Tonight is the perfect night for him to tell you he loves you.
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Summary: all you want to know is why your parents were violently killed and why there was no proper investigation done. Odds are against you when a promising hero Is willing to do everything in his power to put you behind bars.
W: 2404
Future warnings: probably angst, emotional damage, commitment issues, trust issues, future smut?, heavy themes and adult language, dark story?
Tell me if I forgot anything, I'll change the warnings in the course of this fic.
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You can feel him before your eyes can even register him, his presence radiating a strong musculine dominance. The hair on the back of your neck stood up in a sudden rush of adrenaline. He tracked you down again.
With an uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach, you realized that he gets better with each new hero raid and slowly, but surely, starts to come at your heels. You didn't have time to play cat and mouse tonight, so you decided to take a tactical retreat without him even knowing.
You can feel your hair standing to attention and you straighten your body to its full heigh, releasing your grip on the male collar laing beaten under your feet. You brushed of your hands and breathed in while the heavy boots behind you were closing in on you.
“Are you stalking me bunny?” You address him while you let your bloody knife disappear into the shadows of your cloak. Tiny stones cracked as they were pushed on the asphalt under his sole, and you knew he had stopped with his unit just a few feet away from you, keeping enough distance in case you decided to attack. You didn't need to look to know it was him, because it was always your cute, muscular bunny.
“Put your hands up so we can see them and turn around slowly!“ He demanded in a firm voice and you did what he asked with a quiet giggle. You were greeted with a pistol barrel aimed between your eyes.
“Tsk, tsk,” you sigh at him as if you were scolding a misbehaving child. “What did I possibly do to receive such a gentle welcoming?“ You raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips when you noticed his frowning face. You have a talent at getting him riled up.
“For starters, you attacked the man behind you, notwithstanding all the other charges raised against you AND you are one of the most wanted criminal.” He answers calmly and nods to his companions, who immediately surround you, making it impossible for you to find a way to escape. If they only knew...
“Don't you know the saying innocent until proven guilty?“ You smile at the man before you who is still holding up his rifle steadily pointing it at you. His coal black hair flowed in small ripples on his forehead, falling into his dark brown eyes. He was dressed in his typical black uniform with protectors on his joints and chest, although he certainly didn't need them thanks to his ability to strengthen his body into graphene. His insurmountable close combat style has earned him a top rank amongst the heroes when he was still a young teenager and you were his first case.
“You look more handsome with your hair up,” you said with a flirting tone. His eyes widened just for the briefest of seconds, not expecting from you to openly flirt with him like this. The oxygen thickened every time the two of you shared a space together and today was no different. There was tension in the air and you couldn't tell if it was sexual or just an escalation between the hero and the villain. Yet you could not deny the irresistible attraction you had to the young hero from the first moment of your encounter; they came at you because of your own carelessness and you knew it. It was months of hard work and years hidden in the shadows that turned to dust overnight...
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You finally found out where Park Li-Su's gang was located and after weeks of trickery, you got in as one of the dancers. As one of the new girls, you were on the first floor, in the public club functioning as a shield, but you knew Su was with his close cronies on the lowest floor underground where only the most desired companions have access to. So when you were offered one of the pole positions in the attic, you immediately jumped at the opportunity.
The space below was divided into 3 sections. When you walk down the stairs leading from the top floor, you get a view from the balcony of the round bar in the middle of the room, which was surrounded by a dance stage. There was always a raised stage a few metres apart, measuring one metre by two for the dancers, with private compartments against the walls. This was a place for the lower members of the geng who had no power and were just an extension of their elder brothers.
The second part was reserved for all the senior members and the third part was all talk until your lovely, drunken clients couldn't see into their mouth and told you everything you needed to know after a few drinks and drugs - most of the time the boss resided in his personal red room where he took with him the most corrupt officials and women who provided physical entertainment. Getting into his personal room of paradise was difficult given the fact that there was only one path to it, lined with bloated bodyguards and selling your body for sex was an option which you refused to acknowledge, and that's when you decided to use your inner ability - a rookie mistake which costed you a lot.
You should have known that in a world where there are select people with superpowers, even a geng boss with no inner strength would have set up protections against violent intrusion caused by inner strength. The moment you passed through the wall separating the corridor from the lust paradise, you set off the alarm and it didn't take long before you were standing in the middle of the room with several guns and knives pointed at your vital organs. You weren't particularly fazed, you were sure you could overpower them the moment one of them let their guard down. In fact, the bigger problem was the latest addition to the bodyguards team, who thoughtlessly called the local police.
Before a hero is officially inducted into the Heroic Legion, he operates as a scholar among the police force. There, they learns the basics they need for their future profession, not to mention how advantageous it is for ordinary people to have someone with supernatural strength and an unbreakable will to protect others at the cost of their own lives at their side. He was there.
You were both in your late teens at the time. At that time he was still just an ordinary young boy who had barely come of age and wanted to spread goodness while you were a slightly older girl dressed as a prostitute who had the police called on you for forcibly entering and assaulting an influential man. He was doing his job, just like you.
The men in black uniforms surrounded you almost immediately after Su, with a warning punch to the man's face accompanied with loud, colorful profanities, instructed the others present men that the police were not to be called without his permission. He didn't have connections in their ranks for nothing.
"Fuck!" Su screamed as he delivered the final blow to the hapless scapegoat. The blood pouring from the broken face soaked into the red carpet beneath the motionless body, and only now did you realize why the carpet was so spotty and why none of the women had screamed at the sudden commotion that followed your arrival. The Red Room was not a metaphor for the orgies held behind closed doors, but an apt name for the torture chamber.
Li-Su knew the police meant trouble, always sticking their noses in everything. And although anyone can eventually be bribed with the right amount of currency, why would he take the risk when he already had his people among the senior cops and sheriffs? Plus as long as none of the peace officers present were corrupt, you had a chance. But even that tiny sliver of hope was taken away the moment one of the officers spoke.
"Mr. Park, good to see you again." Mr. Choi as you read on his nametag, most likely the highest ranking cop among the attendees, extended his right hand to your target. A big, triumphant grin spread across that snake's chubby face as he realized who had come to resolve the situation, and you immediately understood they were old business partners as they exchanged greetings with a friendly gesture.
"Ki-mun! Nice to see you. How is your wife doing?" Bald Li-Su replied, the gold teeth in his wide smile reflecting the overhead lights. The knuckles adorned with large rings on his right hand were scraped and reddened, but the policeman across from him paid no attention to this and politely answered the question, thanking him for asking.
'I have to get out, fast...' You thought to yourself, and your eyes began to scan the room for the best escape route - something you should have done before you walked in. As you jumped from one possible scenario to another while trying to recall the layout of their secret underground lair, your gaze collided with another.
His young pupils were dilated with consternation and confusion. He was told that they were after a dangerous individual who was endangering innocent citizens, yet sitting on the floor in front of him was a girl who had far too much make up on for her age, wearing a bright wig and looking like a doe caught in the claws of predators. It didn't escape his notice that you weren't armed in any way while every man around you was carrying at least two different weapons. His eyes didn't even miss the injured man who was painfully holding his dislocated lower jaw in a corner hidden behind the backs of his colleagues, nor the fact that your hands were perfectly clean. His instincts told him that you were innocent in this and you were the victim, not the chubby Asian guy with a series of tattoos covering the entire left half of his face and probably his body.
So when he noticed you looking around, he deliberately drew the attention of his senior colleagues to himself to give you room to escape. You still, till this day, don't get why he did it, but you took advantage of the sudden opening and ran to the right wall of the room, where you knew the sewer systems were behind. In your mind, you focused on your power and forced the molecules in your body to dissolve into nothingness, and before anyone could recover, you slipped silently through the wall to the other side, revealing to the world you are one of the chosen ones.
A few decades ago, human evolution moved to the next level, or they say. According to some evolutionary theorists, human genes have never changed, they just spread to a larger portion of the population a few years ago than they have so far. Some enthusiasts, theorists and fanatics point to recorded cases of supernatural events that they have begun to attribute to people with genotype X, in other words, people with inner strength. They say that people with supernatural powers were alive long before the general population learned of their existence and accepted this fable as fact.
Once official heads of state worldwide confirmed the existence of a new type of genes that induce supernatural abilities in humans, new laws and studies were put in place. If a child does not manifest the X gene during their first 10 years of life, it is confirmed that they are a "normal human", as there has not been a single case of superpowers manifesting later than age 10. Once a child has awakened their inner strength, which varies by type of X-gene (over 100 different types of X-gene have been recorded so far) their designated guardian is required to report them to the Office of X-Persons. If a child is not reported for any reason during the first year after displaying their force, they automatically fall into the unregistered persons file and are recorded in the system as possible criminals for disobeying the law.
You were unreported by your parents when your power showed, and until tonight, no one knew you were an X-gene person. Today, when the stars in the sky were almost invisible, a new unregistered villain was born, who came to be known as the Vanishing Lady.
Jungkook watched with his peripheral vision as you disappeared in the blink of an eye and only ran after you when his superior angrily ordered him to do so. He was amazed by your speed but what surprised him the most was your inner ability. He had never in his life heard or read of a case where one's power was spontaneously passing through walls. As he focused his amplification on his right arm and waited for the whole thing to turn to hard material, he forcefully punched through the wall you'd walked through as if it had never been there. As soon as his path cleared, he ran after you.
"I'll check the left side, you take the right!" He managed to shout at his colleagues over his shoulder before disappearing into the darkness of the sewer. He didn't know why, but he was sure you'd turned left and not right, and he wanted to be the one to find you. Not only because it would get him a better position in the Legion, but also because he had a lot of questions for you he needed answers to.
Eventually he managed to catch up to you but he was sure you had let him; as he came to a stop, you stood facing him, your breath steady and your gaze level.
"What do you want?" These were your first words meant only for him to hear and despite the harsh words your voice was almost friendly, showing you mean no harm.
"What were you doing there?" His first question was asked, but even before it was, he expected no answer. "You don't have to worry about that, kid." You replied and Jungkook frowned at your use of words.
"You're not that much older than me," he protested, regretting how irritated he sounded - just like a little kid. But your amused smile was endearing to watch and all he could do was replaying the sound of your little giggle in his memories over and over again while he watched as your figure merged into the darkness behind you, only your eyes still glowing until they too, disappered.
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"How do you know I look better with my hair combed up?" The young man in front of you asks before he can change his mind and you smile in amusement. "You should pay more attention to your surroundings. I like watching you." You confess and watch his body tense with shock as he tries to figure out when you were secretly watching him. However, he is not going to admit any weakness in front of you especially when it comes to who is better and so he decided to strike back: "Shouldn't I at least know the name of my stalker?"
The air is knocked out of his lungs when he sees the gentle smile on your lips for the second time after six years.
"Vanishing Lady." You say in a hushed whisper while shortening the distance between you so much that you're away from him at the length of his lowered rifle. "But if you really want to know more about me and my true name, find me yourself without your colleagues backing you up and without any listening devices. Whenever you can find me on your own, I promise to answer one of your questions truthfully. One meeting - one question."
You offer and let one of his colleagues come after you. As soon as the older man touches you in an attempt to roll you to the ground, he flies right through your ghost and onto the cold ground below. Jungkook watches with interest as the image of you before him ripples and slowly dissolves into grey shadows.
"How can I trust the word of a villain?"
"You can't. But who determined that I'm a villain?" Your words resonated in the wind like a final farewell before your face, too, faded into nothingness.
One of Jungkook's older colleagues who has been in the Legion a lot longer will stand next to him: " I thought her ability was walking through walls, not creating delusions."
"I thought so too, Suga-hyung." Jungkook replied absentmindedly, while his mind was already gathering the threads of how to make the best use of your careless offer. He will track you down and get you. For sure.
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To be continued
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AN: I know this episode is very short, but I honestly don't know if there would be any interest in reading a story like this. If so, I will post more episodes over the coming months. I have the story all planned out and I'm honestly quite happy with it, but I don't want to write something that no one will be interested in. Until then, I bid you farewell.
WARNINGS!!!! This chapter contains self-blame and descriptions of psychological and emotional pain (also mention of death). If you've been through this and it can trigger anything in you, please skip the I donť know, 4th, 5th and the 6th paragraphs. This chapter also includes descriptions of committing violence against another person (not that he doesn't deserve it) so my dear readers, I highly recommend to not take anything personally. Its just an imaginary character I made up for this story, but still. Afterwards it will get better, I promise.
Most days, Talbott felt like people were far worse than animals - he thought that people are selfish, arrogant, cynical, conceited and often rude to other beings. Today was no different. Today, he was once again convinced of human cruelty. Today, he reaffirmed his conviction that he wanted nothing to do with people, that it was more pleasant for him to be alone. There was nothing else he could do, since the only person whose presence was not only pleasant but necessary for him was no longer here...
Talbott was enjoying his day with you; he was so happy to see you again, to spend time with you, to hug you, but above all to see you happy again - to see your smile. He didn't need anything else for a happy life, just you.
It wasn't so long ago that he finally realized what that pleasant feeling in his chest meant - he had probably suspected it from the very beginning, but only now, in your presence again, did he admit that his heart was beating with immeasurable love for you. He felt like he was in seventh heaven when his whole dream collapsed like a house of cards.
Originally, he didn't realize how fleeting his current life was, he thought you'd be together forever... That nothing bad can happen to you, that nothing can separate the two of you. Oh, how horribly wrong he was... If he knew he could lose you in the blink of an eye, he would have protected you more, been more careful combing the forest before he landed. If only he had known how fragile human life is, he would have been more careful and taken his wand with him, which has been lying in the dust for years in one of the drawers of his wardrobe. If, only IF!
He mentally berated himself for how incompetent he was. Because if he was any good, this wouldn't have happened right? Because if he was any good, he wouldn't be sitting here on the cold cobblestones, tearing his hair out in frustration over whether you're okay or truly dead. He grunted silently in pain as he hit his head with his injured hand harder than he intended, yet he did it again, again and again, welcoming the physical pain over the emotional. The physical pain goes away, you get used to it, while the mental pain persists, still haunting you like your personal ghost. It never goes away... You can temporarily distract yourself but it keeps coming back at you in waves that persistently crash into you. Like its funny. Like its welcoming, as if you wanted it... And maybe he does want it. Maybe if he feels like shit for the rest of his life, you would forgive him for not protecting you. For not dying with you.
His injured hand throbed painfully, but all he cared about was you. He blamed himself for not reacting sooner...
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Talbott was absolutely sure of his feelings for you, but before he confessed to you he wanted to be sure that you shared at least some of the same feelings for him that he had for you. Yes, he trusted you, and he was sure you wouldn't knowingly do anything to hurt him. But he didn't know if your concern for his health and your contagious smile were just signs of your generosity and kindness. He didn't want to falsely hope for something he could never have.
That's why he decided to ask you what you've been hiding from him for so long. He originally didn't want to force you to tell him because he could tell this was a topic you didn't want to discuss. But now, now that his life was moving into a completely different phase, he wanted to know the answers to his questions before he allowed himself to fall over the edge and free-fall into the unknown. Based on your answer, he knew he would either fall alone or with you by his side.
“I work for the Ministry as a special Auror. And what I do is basically eliminating any threat the Ministry deems dangerous.” The words that came out of your mouth were the first blow to his heart. He watched the woman he had fallen head over heels in love with, change before his eyes into someone he didn't know. Into someone who is a danger to those around him, someone who is not afraid to take others life if ordered to do so.
Talbott's brain spun at a furious speed as he began to consider what your profession really meant. You wouldn't be here... Unless The Ministry of Magic recognized that something or someone in this area is so dangerous that it needs to be eliminated immediately. Although there were many dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest, none of them were deadly to the students on the school grounds. The realization hit him with lightning speed. The only big unknown was him.
"Was I deemed to be a threat?" He asked through the forming lump in his throat, dreading your answer. His fears were realized when you confirmed them with an affirmative nod. The second sharp blow was expected, but it hurt even more than the first.
He didn't need nor want to confirm his assumption, yet he heard his own mouth form the last and final question: "Your job is to kill me?"
He could hear his beating heart stop and crumble into dust when he heard you say that cruel word beginning with the letter y.
He should never have trusted you to begin with. He knew people were manipulative liars, and yet he put all his trust in your hands. You crushed it with a sweet smile on your face. He tought you were different then the rest... He made the biggest mistake of his life and realized it too late. You're nothing more than a lying bitch waiting for the right opportunity to snuff out his life.
But... If that was really the case, why didn't you do it a long time ago? He is sure you had plenty of opportunities, not to mention countless ways to take his life, and yet here he was now, standing before you, alive. Was there some reason why you haven't done so yet? He wanted to believe that the reason could be him and the fact that you cared about him, yet he strictly forbade himself to hope for anything. He did it once, and to what end? For what? For the broken heart and the threat of death radiating over his head threatening to fall any second?
No.
He certainly did not hope for such an outcome and was not willing to risk all that was dear to him and brought peace to his soul for... This.
"Then..." Talbott summoned all his remaining courage, refusing to perish without explanation, "why didn't you kill me? Do you need time to get more information from me?"
You looked as if all your emotions decided to explode at the same moment, and yet as you approached his body with slow steps, a single emotion dominated your eyes.
Fear.
Was it fear for him, for yourself, for your profession? He wasn't sure.
"I do need more time, but not for what you think." Your soft voice in the silence of the trees kindled a fading flame.
He saw your hand rise to his clenched fist, and in those few seconds he was deciding whether to reject or welcome your touch. He has always welcomed your touch, and in recent days he has craved it more than anything else in his entire life, and yet when he felt your warm touch on his fingers, he unknowingly flinched before he could prevent it. He felt some rough material hit his wrist as he pulled away sharply, and when he lowered his gaze, he saw the bracelet you gave him. With bitterness in his heart, it reminded him of the day you gave it to him - it was the day hope was reawakened in him, the day he decided to go out into the world and open his dark mind full of self-blame to someone else. It was the moment he fell for you.
And with a dull ache that settled in his lower abdomen, he let you embrace his hand in yours with the ease of a mother's love. It was so much smaller than his, and once again his feelings for you sparked in him the way a faint flame on a candle tries to give as much warmth as possible. If this was the end, he wanted to remember all the good and walk away with a smile on his face, not with anger consuming his mind.
"I tried to find a way to save you, Talbott." There was a determination in your voice that he never felt in himself. You squeezed his palm with an urgency he'd never experienced before and he was sure you had something more to say, but you never had the chance to say it.
“I knew we shouldn't have trusted you.“ A venomous voice cut through the silence of the early evening forest like a knife through fresh butter. You whipped your head to the intruder instantly once your ears registered his words. Talbott watched as your frail body came between him and the stranger, wand outstretched. His little heart leapt at the image desplaied before him - you were protecting him with your own body acting as a shield. His mind couldn't process it. Why would you do this?
“Prepare for disciplinary action. I'm taking over your mission from now on.“ Said the cloaked man, and another piece of the puzzle fell into place for Talbott. He was a colleague of yours, probably a supervisor. You snorted ridiculously, your laugh full of contempt. "If you think it's going to be that easy, you're sorely mistaken."
"I suggest you give up while I give you a chance. Maybe then you won't get Dementor's kiss. Though I can't promise anything." Did he really just threaten you with a fate worse than death? You couldn't help laughing at his threat. You knew that as far as abilities go, his are several times better than yours, not just in terms of experience. He was not afraid to use any means at his disposal to get his way. You, on the other hand... You were raised with certain moral principles, and one of them was not to hurt or kill others. That's why you hated your current job so much.
"Well, unlike you, I can promise you something." You declare in a firm voice, your gaze still fixed on your colleague yet you direct your next words to the man behind you. "You'll never get Talbott. I'll take care of that personally."
"Ha! HAHAHA-"
The maniacal roar penetrated to the core of your bones when the man before you started bend with laughter. You were nothing but a giant joke to him. So be it. As long as he underestimates you, maybe you'll have a chance against him.
"Aqua Carcerem!" You take advantage of the moment when he's laughing and not paying any attention to you to get a little extra time. A giant water bubble surrounds your enemy's body, trapping him for half a minute. You don't waste a second of your precious time and immediately congure your patronus.
"Go get them." As your shining protector fled among the nearby thickets, you turned to Talbott. "You need to get as far away from here as possible. Don't worry about anything but your own safety."
Talbott watched you with complete disbelieve. You can't be serious right? You, of all people, want him to fled the scene like he sis so many years ago when his mother told him to do so? To save only himself and then have to watch the funeral of his loved ones from afar? He vowed that day he would never again in his life stand idly by and watch someone take his loved ones from him.
"No."
Your eyebrows drew together in disbelieving arches at his dismissive reply. "What?"
"I said no. I won't make the same mistake again." Although he didn't intend it that way, his last sentence was a clue for you. A clue that led you in your memories to that beautiful, sunny space in the middle of the forest where he had opened himself to you for the first and last time without hesitation. You knew you couldn't force him to relive his greatest trauma. And yet, you couldn't suppress the burning urge to protect him at all costs. Even if you had to double-cross him by making him run away leaving you behind, you were ready to risk it all. As long as he's safe, nothing else matters...
“Okay, fine. But as soon as I deem it too dangerous, you'll listen to me.” You command him in a determined but gentle voice. You wanted to let him know that you were going to grant his wish, but not at the cost of his own life.
“Not unless your escape plan includes you.” Before you could even take a breath to protest, the water prison burst with a loud plop. Your time have run out. Just as the water broke free, the dark wizard sent the first of his curses towards you. You successfully deflected his spell and sent it off into the distance behind you. There was a loud thud as the spell hit the tree trunk. You didn't have time to look back, but you were sure that there was now a dark hole in the wood.
“Isn't this quite a sight?” Your opponent chuckled. “Two orphans. One because her parents lost interest in her, the other because his parents were killed.” It was clear to you that he was trying to get under your skin, so you paid no attention to his words. The same could not be said of Tabott, however.
“How do you know that?” Talbott's throat constricted in horror. His whole body shivered slightly with cold as the man in front of him pulled back his hood and, for the first time in over a decade, looked into the red eyes that haunted him at night. He has never been able to forget the cruel look on the face of the man who killed both his parents with the brutality of the greatest evil.
The rawness engulfed Talbott's mind with an impenetrable blackness that echoed in regular blows from his temples to his entire body. He couldn't perceive his surroundings anymore, couldn't hear your desperate voice calling to him. All he could perceive was the man in front of him - that's all he could see. Just him and his hatred for the killer of his parents.
Talbott was consumed by a dark self he had never saw before and took over all control. He shot forward at brutal speed with an intent on avenging the death of his parents. With intent to harm, to kill. He was only dimly aware of sinking his claws into human body and tearing the soft flesh to shreds.
A cry of pain cut through the air, warm liquid enveloping Talbott's claws as he dug them into the man's calf. Talbott pulled his prey sharply under his strong body. The painful screams of his father as he was tortured with cruciatus played in his ears. He wanted them to stop so he wouldn't have to continue to hear his dad suffer... Something - he had to drown out his screams with something.
Sharp fingers caught the greasy strands of hair in their hands and with a powerful blow sent the head to the ground in a succession of several quick blows.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Thud.
Crack -
Red. There was red everywhere. Just like in his memories when a bloody hand reached towards him with the wors “run”! As the nightmare played over and over in his mind, Talbott stood still as a statue.
A moment's hesitation was all he needed to get rid of Talbott. With a quick casting of the binding spell, Talbott couldn't move anymore thus couldn't attack or defence. A perfect outcome of what should have happaned from the very beggining. The few casualties were dealth with a quick Vulnera Sanentur and bandaged with the help of bandaging spell.
Now that the mad beast was immobilized, he focused his attention in your direction. Your pupils were dilated with shock, looking at the spot where only moments before Talbott had been attacking your colleague. You never dreamed that his fragile soul could harbor such aggression, rage, hatred. And it was only when you felt a gripping force in your lower abdomen that jolted you forward that you snapped out of your shock. You went flying straight into his outstrached arms, his fingers tightly squeezing around your neck. Air was forcibly denied from you and replaced by searing pain every time you tried in vain to breathe.
“I changed my mind.” He said as his gaze watched your struggling form. “I don't feel like keeping you alive until your disciplinary court anymore.” Your vision began to blur and all you could register was the pain and his fingers gripping your neck.
“No... Please don’t -” A quiet sob redirected his attention back to the now disheveled, broken beast in restrains. “Don’t hurt her, not her.” He begged, eyes flooded with bitter tears.
“Pche. Why shouldn’t I?” He looked at Talbott mockingly, but when he saw his ruined form, a new plan began to form in his twisted mind. How best to control others? By using what they hold dear. “Tell me, what are you willing to sacrifice to save her?“
“Whatever. Anything.“
When his ears registered the answer he hoped to hear, a rotten smile settled on his scarred face. “Good.” But he only let you go when he heard Talbott's sobbing pleas for your release. He released his fingers from his tight grip and watched as you hit the floor, trying to get your breath back. Your throat burned sharply with each breath, and you coughed brokenly, which only made the pain worse. You touched with your hand gingerly to your bruises and looked glassy-eyed at Talbott, whose expression reflected his burning guilt. You tried to call his name with your lost voice and tell him it wasn't his fault, but all that came out was a jumble of strange clawing sounds more akin to the sobbing of a wounded animal than human speech.
That's why you decided to go up to him and hug him, but you should have known that your release from the choke-hold was not an act of mercy, but a way of how to hurt more.
Talbott squatted helplessly on his knees and watched helplessly as you flew back a few metres and crashed backwards into a tree. The bastard sent one depulso after another at you and didn't give a damn what happened to you. But Talbott did. The first time the terror paralyzed him, the second time it forced him to act, and the third time it was he who took the blow, not you.
“Sorry, I should have cut the rope sooner.” He apologized and pulled you closer in his arms. Your legs were broken, and given your irregular breathing, he feared that your ribs had suffered a nasty injury as well. You were too weak and felt like your whole body was run over by a train, but you lived. And that was all that mattered to him now. Your survival.
“Mm. I should have thought you could cut ropes with your claws.” The Nameless One was wailing as if reflecting on his mistake, so that he would learn for the next time. Like he didn't give a damn about you.
“You promised you'd let her go if I did anything you said! You promised you wouldn't hurt her!” Talbott shouted urgently at him. But he only smiled wickedly, the same way he smiled at Talbott's dying mother when she told him they weren't gonna tell him anything about the order.
That's when Talbott realized that the man in front of him was pure evil. A sadist who thrives in others suffering. A psychopath who enjoys killing. There was no point in trying to beg him for mercy since he doesn't know the meaning of the word.
Talbott let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain as he felt your body disappear from his reach, being lifted high and then free-falling back to the ground.
You’d been hit with stupefy and he houplessly watched you fall down, bumbing your head onto a huge rock. Talbott knew instantly that you had a concussion from the way you’d laid stunned on the ground. He wanted to run to you and help you however he could but that stupid prick stopped him with another charm. Thick, red blood began to cover the ground beneath you. One stray tear set off a torrent of tumbling waterfalls as you looked at him with a final gasp. Your eyes closed at the sobs calling your name. You didn't answer.
Talbott was forcefully dragged away from your still body. Although Talbott tried to break free from his grasp while constantly calling out to you and begging your forgiveness, the indomitable strength of his captor didn't even give him a chance to say goodbye as he took Talbott with perverse pleasure to the underground dungeons.
The cold, stone corridor echoed with the clacking of soles accompanied by hiccupping cries. Talbott's knees buckled as the man in front of him roughly dragged him into one of the cells. He used some sort of spell that Talbott didn't notice and gave him a rough shove to make him fall in. It was during a sharp impact on the cold floor when he injured his right wrist.
“Don't worry, I'll come for you soon. When I'm done with you, you'll meet her again.” They were the last words Talbott heard before the pervasive silence engulfed him. In the distance, the sound of water droplets hitting the tiles could be heard in a regular rhythm. But apart from that he heard nothing else. Nothing but his turbulent thoughts going back to the moment he lost you.
“If I'd said something different, he might have let you live. If I hadn't gotten carried away with my revenge, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. If I had gotten out of that stupid rope sooner, I would have prevented your fractures! If... If I'd never known you, you'd be still alive.”
Tallbot talked to you as if you were lying there with him on the cold floor of the cell. But you weren't. You were somewhere in the middle of the woods, slowly bleeding to death. And it was all his fault and his fault alone. A closet full of memories of you burst open and flooded his mind with warm fuzzies. One of his most cherished memories was of you cooking together one day. It was after he broke down in front of you and you stayed with him. You took him in with all his broken self and tried to cheer him up. At that moment, for the first time in his life, he felt whole. He felt that you had become his safe place and he saw you as his future, his home.
And then he lost everything. Death would be a release for him because he didn't want to keep living in a world where you're not. He found in you everything he ever needed and wanted in his life...
.
Several hours might have passed since his self-pity when he rose to his feet with new determination. Only he knows what happened to you and where you are. If anyone can help you, it can only be him. He needs to get out of here as soon as possible and fly to you. He doesn't care if someone sees him on the way. Keeping his existence a secret is no longer his priority.
Talbott first tried to unlock the lock with his long claw - in vain, it was protected by a spell. He even tried to cut through the iron bars, but all he did was break his animal nails. In desperation he banged his shoulder not only against the door but also against the walls. The only result was a sore shoulder and an exhausted animagus.
When he discovered after several more attempts that he had no chance of getting away, he crawled into one of the moldy corners and gave himself up to weeping over your loss. He gave in to depression and self-criticism. Talbott had no way of knowing, but exhaustion took its toll on him the next morning. He fell into the arms of sleepless wandering until he was cruelly torn from his blissful unconsciousness.
At first, his subconscious registered only a faint murmur of voices somewhere in the distance. He didn't pay any attention, he didn't care what happened. But then the prison was illuminated by a bright, shining light. The light grew sharper and sharper behind his closed eyelids until it made him growl in irritation. He sat up abruptly and peered through the bars at... Your patron.
He only saw him once, when you summoned him and sent him away. If his imagination wasn't playing tricks on him, that would mean you're still alive... Right? According to your long conversations, you had no one in your life who cared enough about you to take the form of your patron. So...
His cerebral convolutions began to work at full speed, one idea dying out before he let it fully develop only to begin to pursue another. And yet, his turbulent mind stopped at a single word.
“Talbott?”
His heart stopped completely and then began to race so quickly it was a continuous whir in his ears. There, on the edge of his cell, you stood in your full glory. The white light illuminating your face gave you the appearance of angelic creature, your hair flowing loosely around your face, and all he could think about at that moment was how ethereally beautiful you seemed to him.
“Are you alright?” Your ghost asked, and Talbott clumsily crawled to the bars in an attempt to get closer to you. His hand reached for you but was stopped by an invisible barrier. You were so close and yet out of his reach...
“I don't want to interrupt your sweet reunion, but we have no time to waste.” Suddenly a man's scratchy voice spoke. A wrinkled man emerged from the depths of the shadows, one artificial eye looking in all directions and a crazed expression on his face. Talbott immediately got to his feet, trying to get his attention and distract him from you.
“Easy, boy.” A pair of uneven eyes gazed at him in amusement, and he felt at that moment as if they could see to his very core.
“We're here to save you.” Your sweet voice spoke to him again and his heart broke at the tenderness in your gaze. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn't help but stare at you, unmoving. You came to save him. He stared back at you like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car. He struggled to understand why you’d gone to all the trouble just for him. "Why..?" A single word slipped past his lips.
As Talbott watched your face contort into a pained grimace, your companion moved to the door, pulled out his wand and began muttering a series of incantations. You gave him a weak smile when you answered him: “Because I care about you.” He stayed stunned for another long moment, blinking back at you, still as stone. You care about him. You care about him enough to risk everything in your life just so save him. You've chosen him. But if anyone sees you here, you'll get hurt again. And for who? Him. He can't risk your life again.
“I'm not sure you'll be able to open it.” He turned his attention to the older man, “I've tried, but it's no use.” He tried to shoo you both away but neither of you seemed to heed his words.
“Moody helped design this prison. He knows how to break the protective spells that keep you inside.” You boasted proudly as if it were your own creation and not someone else's and as if on cue, right after you finished speaking, the lock on the gate released with a soft click. You didn't hesitate for a second and jumped in after Talbott, trapping him in a tight embrace.
“I'm so sorry about what happened.” You whispered in his ear and curled even tighter around his body. He was much colder to the touch than you remembered, but you guessed that his body temperature had just dropped to normal human temperature. You were more worried about his inexpressiveness, his ragged appearance, and especially his ubiquitous minor injuries that looked like they were self-inflicted.
After a long period of silence when he hadn't moved an inch, Talbott gently stroked your hair: "What about your injury? Are you okay?" When you confirmed that you were and that Moody had healed all your injuries, he was incredibly relieved. He cupped your face in his hands and started looking at you from every angle. “You are alive...” It was only when he heard your typical quiet giggle reality hit him - you are alive. You're alive and well. He felt his eyes fill with tears, but he let them flow freely and let himself be carried away by the fact that he could hold you in his arms again. He didn't lose you.
“Yes, I’m. We both are.” You emphasized, letting your lips rest on his forehead.
"But you won't be much longer if we don't get moving. And fast." Moody growled behind you, turning his back on you to give you a sense of privacy. You couldn't help but agree with him and quickly got to your feet. You offered Talbott your hand and helped him to his feet. But even after he stood up he wouldn't let you go, and all the way you ran for the exit he held you as if he never wanted to let you go again in his life.
You had climbed up to one of the last floors, which no one unauthorised had any idea were on the Ministry premises, when Moody turned to you sharply. "He already knows about us. I'll hold him off until you get up to the fireplaces. Don't worry about me and get to the meeting place as soon as you can." You didn't like the idea of splitting up, but you knew that if there was anyone who could stand up to your fellow executioner colegue, it would be your former superior auror. After all, he's the one who taught you everything you know, and it's only because of his help that you've gotten so high in your career.
“Be careful.” You squeezed his shoulder tightly and without another word, you turned and headed for the exit. You didn't have much time and you weren't going to risk any second.
“Are you sure about leaving him alone?” Talbott looked towards the man who had - almost - set him free. His wand was slumbering in his hand and he had a crazy look in his eyes. From behind one of the many columns supporting the ceiling above their heads, a flurry of magic burst forth, and Talbott knew the source. He was already here.
“You don't have to worry about him, he's the best in his field. Besides, we've been planning this long before this happened, he knows what he can and can't expect.” At this his black pupils delayed in astonishmed. What do you mean by planning? You couldn't have possibly predict this happening, could you? To his surprise, however, you disabused him of his mistake and began to explain your grandiose plan to save him.
“I knew that sooner or later he would find out that my reports were just a bunch of bullshit and start investigating on his own. I originally wanted to solve everything in secret on my own, but during my investigation into your existence - this was before we met - I discovered some inconsistencies in my... Field.“ You paused while you pressed one of the many buttons in the elevator, and only after you had gone upstairs did you resume your story.
“Fudge is not the worst Minister we have had, but he has recently become very paranoid and is hasty in dealing with serious situations and does not wait for evidence. When he learned from one wizard that a group of his opponents were secretly forming to oust him from the ministry, he instructed the wizard in question to take care of it quietly. And that's how my field came about. Basically, it's just to remove anything and everyone that can damage Fudge in any way. He doesn't care how or why, his only demand is that it be done quietly and quickly, without leaving any evidence. That's also why it's just the two of us in this business and we never have backup.” The elevator stopped with an announcement that sounded unnaturally loud in the abandoned building, and you made your way towards a row of fireplaces from which you could move to any other location.
“And the wizard in question is your superior who attacked us? Who killed my - ”
“Yes.” You interrupted him so he wouldn't have to finish his thought and stopped in front of the first fireplace. “I left for so many days back then, because I was looking for a way to save you with my long-time friend, and preparing my colleague's downfall with Moody.” You took a handful of floo powder and stepped in with Talbott close behind as he formed his next question: “You got anything on him?” That's when he first saw the sly, triumphant grin on your face.
“We found evidence that he's one of the dark wizards working with you-know-who.” Then, without a single warning, you moved to an unfamiliar place where a red-haired man with a smile on his face was waiting for you. He greeted you with an old, nearly disintegrated shoe in his hand and a crazy story about a Horntail dragon he sent out for a little ride tonight as a distraction. It was highly unlikely that your friend would get a hold of one of the most vicious and aggressive breeds of dragon and it was more than suspicious that he had been hurriedly sent to the other side of the world just as one of the prisoners escaped.
You thanked him with a relieved smile on your face and a long hug, and though Talbott's stomach tightened with jealousy at your proximity, he passed on his thanks, knowing that had it not been for him, they would not have gained this precious extra time for their escape. He looked incredulously at the shoe you called - if he remember correctly, a Portkey, and hesitantly touched it. Almost immediately, he felt an uncomfortable pressure at the site of his navel, and immediately afterwards the world began to spin around him until it blurred into a jumble of blotches. By the time he hit the dewy grass with a thud, his stomach was rocking back and forth and he was incredibly sick.
“I'll never use this again in my life, and there's no way you're gonna make me.” He complained as he clumsily picked himself back up. All his further protests froze on his tongue when he found out that they were in the garden of a family house. “Where are we?”
“We're on the property of Mrs. Laviska, a successful writer in the muggle world.” With one wave of your wand, you let the Portkey evaporate, and the next second, you've secured the house against unauthorized transfer of outsiders. The house was already prepared in advance and secured with all known protection spells, all you had to do was to close off the property to Portkeys. Now that it was done, you breathed a sigh of relief for the first time in weeks. You're safe.
“Are you sure it's okay to hide in some random woman's house?” Talbott looked at you doubtfully, and then at the house behind you. There were no lights on in any of the windows but that didn't mean you were safe. You laughed at his obvious discomfort.
“Mrs. Laviska is my pseudonym.” Talbott stared at you with obvious shock, his lips slightly parted in an unspoken question, one of his eyebrows drawn up in a perfect arch. “I like writing stories and some muggle money always comes handy. Plus no one from the wizarding world knows about this house.” You shrugged with a shy smile playing on your lips. “Even if they looked for us here, the property is owned by Annie Laviska, a succesful middle aged writer who gradueted from the local University. In the muggle world, she even has all the necessary documents and loving parents and two younger siblings.”
Talbott couldn't stop marveling at your ingenuity and wit. Who would have thought you'd create a fake identity for them with a bulletproof backround. “And does this Mrs. Laviska have a husband?” He walked up to you until he was standing right next to you and with a feather touch, he stroked your soft, reddening cheek. You shook your head no. “No, but there's someone she's very interested in.” You whispered in response while your hands found a place on his waist.
“Oh really?” A wide smile, the likes of which you've never seen before, settled on his face. Your heart beat incredibly fast when his fingers ran over your bottom lip. You felt your brain melt as his gaze lowered to your lips and his right hand pulled your body to his. Your breath got stuck in your throat when his eyes got glazed with lust. “Y-yes, but I don't know if he feels the same way.” You stammered and tilted your head to his parted lips.
“And how can he prove to you that he wants the same thing as you?” Talbott's breath was warm and fresh on your face. His proximity made your head spin, and before you could stop your next words, they were out. “By kissing me.”
Talbott laughed briefly at the good fortune that smiled upon him in the form of the beautiful girl in his arms, now waiting for a kiss from him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes almost closed in anticipation of what would happen next. Now that he knew the answer to his question he couldn't help but feel confident. Before he locked his lips with yours in a sweet kiss of passion and repressed love, he didn't forgive himself for teasing you a little:
“If you can beat me at chess, I’ll do more than that... Future hubby.”
The end
But I might write a little epilogue for you if you're interested! Truth be told, my crazy imagination has already come up with a second series, but whether I'd go for it is a big MAYBE.
I’m know I’m not the first person to say this, but any newbies on tumblr really need to understand how different this is from a lot of other social media. Particularly tiktok.
I just saw a creator on tiktok reminding followers that it’s actually a problem when someone goes back to the earliest post and watches all the posts chronologically, liking and commenting along the way. The stupid app recognizes it as spam or something and then kinda puts a halt on their account? Literally punishing people for positive engagement?? 🥴🤦♀️
I’ve already heard people saying years back how they don’t want to be “creepy” and go through a persons blog, liking and reblogging tons of stuff. But think how many more people are going to be worried about it now, thinking they might do actual damage! Most people, especially younger people, are so used to the way tiktok works now. So please, do not ever worry about this on here. Just remember-
You will never do any harm if you go on a like and reblog fest through someone’s tumblr blog! The only risk you’re taking is to make the blog owner weep for joy!! 😭🤣
This website literally passes around posts that are so old, the newest comments are celebrating things like “Happy 10th anniversary to this post!” sometimes.
The worst that usually happens is a creator going “wait, what, HOW did you find that 7 year old post that had no tags buried in the depths of my blog?”, very few people actually get mad about it (and from what I’ve seen, the people who do are all entirely immigrants from socmed sites like TT where they have entirely different cultures about it.)
Tumblr itself is based around longevity in many ways. So, just have at it. Have fun. If you like that post 12,000 pages deep on my blog, GO FOR IT. That’s what this website is all about
I think I can speak for others who share their stories here that every positive comment, like and reblog gives us not only motivation to continue but also joy in life. Thanks to all your kind reactions we have the desire to improve and write for you as best as we can. Don't be afraid to express your opinion!
Can you make a story about Talbott x MC. Talbott gets jealous when a classmate slips mc a love potion
Hi! What a great idea! As soon as I read it, a new story started forming in my head.✨ I can promise you I'll definitely write it, but I don't know when. By the end of this year, it will be... Please be patient even if it takes a few months (but I'll definitely post it before the end of this year!)
I'm currently working on the last (?) episode of Yours and only and a couple of others (D.M. oneshot And a short series with JK, Tae and Yoongi each x reader and I don't want to rush anything and ruin it.
I’m happy to annouce that this is a request from C / Jasmine UwU on Archieve of our own for my story Detention.
omfg. I need a part 2 for their free time. Please, take your time I really love this ToT
So here it is! This story is a sequel to Detention. It’s a
very
detailed
smut
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but I still tried to make it soft since it's their first time. So if reading about s*x is something you don't like (or reading about hard s*x is for you), than this story isn’t for you😂 feel free to skip this story. I’m sure we’ll see each other at a different time with a different story. ^^
You have been warned!
As always, the picture used below is my doing.
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And just so you know - this is my first smut so I felt incredibly shy and weird while writing this.
After you came out of the unsuccessful - or, on the contrary, very fruitful - detention, silence reigned between you and Talbott. You were too embarrassed to look at your boyfriend with whom you have been for three years and you could tell he was as well.
While you have become more explicit with each other during this year you have never come so close to... Well... This was the first time you experienced anything like passionate foreplay. You could still feel the wetness in your panties and your heart was pounding with thrill.
You already knew Talbott too well to know that if you didn't talk about it now, you probably wouldn't get to it again. And if so, it would be even more complicated.
“Um, Talbott? Do you have a minute to talk about all of this? About what just happened?” Your voice was steady and you were very glad for it. You didn't want to transfer any of your nervousness to Talbott for fear that he would shut down on you.
He stopped dead in his track but slowly inclined his head in a yes. “Although, could we go to some more private place? Please.” You heard the muffled raspiness in his tone that appeared every time he doubted your relationship.
"Of course." You agreed for now and swallowed your next words. There will be time for those later. "Where would you like to go?"
“My room, perhaps? The Ravenclaw tower is for most parts vacant during this hour.” You saw no reason to disagree, so you set off on your journey in silence. Talbott led the way even though you knew exactly where to go, nevertheless, you followed him wordlessly.
Talbott was the first to speak in a long time when he realized you wouldn't be alone in his room: “Hey Andre. Could you give us a minute to talk?” The style wizard looked up from his fashion magazine and looked from Talbott's flushed face to yours. A smug, knowing grin appeared on his face while he stood up and placed one of his hands on Talbott’s and yours shoulder.
“Clearly. I was just thinking it was time for a little quidditch training. I estimate I'll be back in about an hour and a half.” You knew it was a lie - he never went for practice this late. He gives you a wink as he walks through the door and gives Talbott a thumbs up with a quiet "Good luck!"
“Thanks, mate.” Your boyfriend answers and once Andre is gone, he leads you to his bed where you both sit down. Suddenly, the heavy atmosphere lingering overhead was filled with awkwardness. “Uh, so...” You begin, but immediately close your mouth again because you are not sure how to continue.
“So..?” The young man next to you imitates you and you understand that he is waiting for your reaction. “Umm,” you start again but this time you take a quick breath to keep going. “That was really embarrassing huh?“ You internally facepalm yourself. Way to start a conversation about possibly making love...
Talbott's almost furrowed brows in confusion at the sudden turn of the conversation reinforces the idea that this was not a good start.
“That's not what I originally wanted to say,” you admitted, wrapping one of your arms around your torso to try calm yourself down. He can see how uneasy you are and in attempt to calm you down a little, he gently pets your head just like he did many times before. Every time he does it, you are reminded of how much he actually cares for you and a happy smile appears on your face. You adore it when he is affectionate like this, you feel loved and safe. Even before you realise it, you are leaning into his touch and you miss how his troubled look evaporated into pleased.
“I liked it you know,” you confess in a whisper and squeeze his warm hand in yours. You can feel him stiffen in shock. “You did?” He asks in disbelief, and it freezes you how much he doubts himself.
“More than you know. I... I wanted to try something like this with you for a long time, but I wasn't sure if you wanted it too...“
“Uh,” he says, because he knows that you’ve said something but his mind is all scrambled, as his wild imagination began to surface all his dreams of you in perverted positions, and he can’t figure out what it was. “Um, what?”
“I said,” you repeat slowly, “I want to do it. With you.” His mind goes on overload as your words sink in. Did you really just said that or is his mind playing tricks on him? He can't even count how many times he's thought about this and woken up with a hard problem in his underpants.
“Why didn't you say anything before?” Is his only thought that stops him from realizing all his wild desires.
“I thought you didn't want to do something like that with me, because I thought I’m not appealing enough to you.” He watched as you seemingly defleated into yourself refusing to look at him. Did he really made you doubt yourself so much through his actions? Talbott never thought of himself as brave, but... He wants to be brave and show you how much you’re messing with not only his head.
“You can't even imagine how badly you are driving me crazy. How much I want to touch you and feel you. Do you know how much I think about doing it with you and how hard is it for me to hold back? Andre has been teasing me for not taking action for months.” It takes you a while to comprehend his words and once you do, not only that your heart leaps in happinness, but you finally realize what was hidden behind Andre's gesture. You shift in your position so you could be directly opposite Talbott.
He hears you exhale softly and then you reach for him, your fingers settling loosely around his neck, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair. “Do you mean it?”
“Yes.” He answers and to show you how sure he is, he pulls you by the back of your head into a passionate kiss. He kisses you hungrily, roughly and for a single moment you are stunned into stillness - but then you are melting into him, your fingers tangling in his hair.
You gently pressed into the center of his chest with your palm and then pushed until he understood and leaned back until his back hit the soft mattress beneath him. You can feel his raged heartbeat in your fingerstips. You bit your bottom lip, looking down at him for a moment as he gazed up at you with foggy eyes, happy in disbelief that this is actually happening.
“A bit too excited, aren't you?” With a playful edge in your voice, you straddle across his hips and sat at his bulge. He was absolutely frozen beneath you for a moment before his arms looped around you.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Don't pretend you haven't.” You raise your eyebrows, looking delighted at the provocation. You lean towards him and start to caress his neck with your teeth. In an attempt to make more space for you, he wiggles, accidentally brushing his member against yours clothed knob.
As he feels your breath on his neck, you make a soft little sound and his whole body shivers in response.
His body seems to have been steadily breaking down since the moment you told him you wanted him just like he wants you. He wraps his hands around your bottom and presses you against his pelvis and with a gentle push he indicates you to start moving the same way as last time.
You chuckle against his parted lips. “I think I love this kinky side of you as much as your shy side.” You’re speaking again, but he can hardly hear it over the ringing in his ears. All he can focus on is your clothed pussy rocking against his hard dick.
You look up at him through your lashes and you shifted even closer, your mouth hovering over his lips. He can feel your breath on his skin and your eyes are hard and full of fire. His own desire is reflected in your gaze and he wants to ride on the feeling that he is to blame for this state of yours. He wants you to look at him the way you do now for the rest of your lives: like he's all you ever need. He is done with all the teasing and light touches. Tonight, you'll be his.
You kiss him again and he deepened your connection immediately, kissing you like he was starving for your touch, for the feeling of you against him. He shivered when you giggle, capturing his bottom lip in your teeth and squeezing teasingly.
He flips you over, hovering above you like a predator, his eyes roaming all over your body. A quiet sigh escapes you when you see him like this.
He is sexy as hell.
All you want right now is to feel him inside you, his cock filling you like nothing else matter. Your panties got embarrassingly wet at the thought of his body clinging to yours in accelerating pace of his penis hitting your core.
“I’m done with the teasing, princess.” His words sounded like a growl and you tensed up under him in anticipation. Talbott’s hands drop to your shirt and deftly unbuttons all the buttons. His touch is feather like and you crave more. “You don't have to be so careful.” You tell him and in reassurance you began to undress him yourself. You had no idea where such lust came from in you.
You slide your hand down, feeling his toned abs and start undoing his belt. Talbott breaks your kiss just to latch his teeth onto your neck and you moan when he finds your sweet spot. He smirks to himself and he started paying even more attention to your neck as his hands greedily explored your exposed body.
You finally get his belt off, unzipping his pants and tugging down his boxers. His cock springs out, hard and wet at his tip and your brain stops working. He is way larger than you imagined and you couldn't process how he could push all his length inside you.
“What's wrong?” You hear Talbott mutter and only now you realize that you had to stare at him for a long time without a single movement. “Nothing but... You're huge.” You confess and wrap your hand around his root - your fingers touch each other only at the tips of your fingertips.
Talbott laughs lightly. When he felt you stiffen under him, he was afraid that he had messed something up, or that you didn't like what you saw. He was glad that it was the exact opposite. “Do you want to touch him?”
“Yes.”
Without hesitation, you make him change position and you sit between his spread legs. You wrap your palm around his tip and pull the foreskin down. Talbott lets out a long moan and encouraged by his reaction, you repeat your previous move again. “Like this?” You ask him and do it again and again.
“You can - you can hold him tighter. And go faster.” He answers through ragged breaths and you immediately do what he asked you to. His response is immediate and loud.
You collected saliva in your mouth, bringing your head to his pulsing erection. You quickly look up at him to see if he is on board and when you see the unspoken plea in his gaze, you take as much of him as you can into your mouth.
You feel one of his hands slide into your hair - he doesn’t pull nor set the pace. You bob your head back and forth and you can feel your gag reflex when his tip come across your throat. You don't like it and you feel like you are suffocating, but the sight of Talbott is worth it - his head is tiped back against the pillow, his pupils glazed over with pleasure as his chest rose and fell intermittently while one moan after another slipped from his parted lips.
“W-wait...” He breathes out, his hand stopping you midway. “Why? You don’t like it?” You ask, confusion circling in your brain in loops. You thought he was enjoying himself...
“No! That’s not it. It feels so good I think I’m loosing myself... I feel like I'll cum any second.” And it was true. He felt like a million fireworks were set off in one place and he’s teetering at the edge of a very long fall.
“Then let me continue-”
“No. I want us to climax together for the first time...” Talbott admits in a low whisper, his shy self coming back. Suddenly he is heavily blushing and avoiding your eyes. You can't help but smile at him, knowing you would do anything to make him pleased.
And just as you want to please him, he wants to help you feel that delicious ecstasy. You fight the urge to cover yourself when he eyes your dripping pussy, and he settles his palms on your thights, spreading them even more.
“You look absolutely gorgeous honey... Even better than I imagined.” Talbott murmurs, dragging his nails against the inside of your legs and you shiver. Your name falls from his lips lovingly, his gaze dragging up your form and your heaving chest to lock eyes with you.
“I love you.”
That one phrase was uttered for the first time and your heart happily danced in your chest as you pulled his lips to yours. “I love you too, Talbott.”
As you were sharing a slow kiss which perfectly portrayed your love for each other, Talbott's hand slowly run his index finger along your slit until he found your swollen nub. Pressing on it, he traced circles, causing you to gasp out his name. He loved seeing you like this - after all the wet dreams of you he finally could have you, could fulfill all his desires about how many different ways to make love to you. To make you feel so good, that you would be whining for more.
You flinch when his tongue glides over your clit, while he inserts one of his fingers inside you. It feels so good you couldn't keep still, rocking your hips against his head while moaning loudly. Your body trembles in pleasure when he adds second finger, curling them both up to hit your sensitive spot making you gasps in sweet relief.
“You are so beautiful my love,” he scissors his fingers inside you the best he can, taking notes of your every reaction so that he could make you feel even better the next time you'll allow him to touch you.
He is fingering you while adding another finger when his tongue finds the motion that gets you of to a different universe. It's at that time, when you feel a building pressure around the place of your urethra, you stop him.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, a pride filling his chest when he saw your disheveled state.
“You can go in...” You manage to get out of you through your rapid breaths. You feel like you just finished a marathon.
“Are you sure?” He asks you to make sure you are really okay with proceeding further, and when you nod tiredly, he licks all your liquid off his fingers and reaches for his wand, noticing how good you taste. With a quick spell he summons a condom and you watch him fight with the thin protection while he tries to put it on. You can't help yourself but think how cute he is when he is clumsy.
He positions himself between you and this time, you open your legs for him. He guides the tip of his cock to your opening and pushes gently. It wasn't terrible at first, but with each extra millimeter it started to hurt more and more. Talbott always gave you as much time as you needed and only when you nodded did he push in a little deeper. Fortunately, after a few gentle and slow thrusts you started to get used to his size and the pain soon gave way to pleasure.
You could feel him twitching inside you in time to your moans and that made you more turned on then you imagined you could possibly be. Yours heavy moans mixed with the squishy sounds of his balls hitting your asscheek, filled the air with perverted atmosphere. You clench, needy for more friction and when he groans in appreciation you feel more horny than before. Hearing his pleasurable moans gets you high much faster than just hearing your own.
You wiggle, whereby you adjust your position slightly, but that is still enough for Talbott to start hitting different spot, going much deeper and repeatedly aiming to that one place.
You arch your back in a rush of new pleasure and as Talbott quickens his pace you feel yourself falling over the edge of the cliff. As your sweet, sweet juice burst on him he felt enormously happy, your walls clenching around him helped him to ride together with you on a wave of delightful height.
There’s nothing holding him together anymore. The edges of him have blurred into you and yours into his. His whole world, his whole existence consists of your scent and your body against his and your words which are telling him that you love him.
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Chapter 6 - Shadow
Pairing: Talbott Winger x Fem!reader (as adults)
Timeline: after Hogwarts, different universe
Summary: You and Talbott are finally reunited after a long time. You take this opportunity to spend the whole day in each other's presence, but not everything goes according to plan...
It has been four days since he last saw you. He watched with painful awareness as the day spanned into the night and you still didn't come. She’ll definitely come tomorrow. He repeated his mantra for the fourth night in a row and rose in silence into the night sky.
Every morning, just after waking up, he transformed into his animal form and settled still at dawn in front of the inn where you were staying. He watched passers-by there all day, hoping to see you among them, and only when the moon rose in the sky did he rise with disappointment and fly back to his home. He was beginning to lose hope and patience, but he forbade himself to think negatively. You promised to come back to him. You never gave him a reason why he shouldn't trust you. You never lied to him or did you?
The unpleasant thought of the moments when you evasively answered his questions about your work came to his mind. It's true you're hiding something from him. Don't you trust him enough to tell him everything without fear? Or do you have secrets because if he found out, he wouldn't believe you anymore? Would he never want to see you again in his life?
He scolded himself abruptly for doubting you. He never once asked you to keep his identity a secret, and yet no one came for him in the last few days you've known each other. You showed him nothing but tenderness and understanding, you offered him a supportive hand when he needed it most, but above all you became an indispensable friend to him. He knew you had become a part of his life, and although he couldn't say it out loud, he couldn't imagine his day without you. Maybe that's why the previous days were such suffering for him. Your laughter and tactful answers cheered his world up.
It was late forenoon on the fifth day when his eyes saw your figure in the distance. He flew enthusiastically towards you as fast as he could, and although the other passers-by hid from the eagle's raid, you just raised your tired eyes and, with understanding, stretched your arm forward. He rested his claws carefully on your arm, taking great care not to injure you. Your exhausted but sincere smile greeted him.
“Hi Talbott. I missed you.” Your other hand gently stroked his feathers. Every time you showed him even a small piece of love while he was in his animal form, he was incredibly happy. He knew that regardless of his appearance, you liked him for what he was. The thought that you like him just because how he is and how he looks gave him courage.
“Hello, Madam Rosmert.” You greeted the innkeeper behind his back and Talbott looked at her curiously. When he realized she posed no threat, he looked at you again. It's been so long since he last saw you up close and he wanted to remember every detail of your being just in case he didn't see you again.
“Hello my dear! And who is this?” The blond woman asks and look at Talbott, who felt more than uncomfortable under her scrutiny, with interest. “Your new companion?” You laugh lightly and turn your arm so Madam Rosmert can get a better look at Talbott. “This is my new friend Talbott,” you introduce him and watch Talbott swell with pride. He liked that you weren't ashamed of him.
"Oh, is that so? Nice to meet you Talbott, you look very good." She greeted him but then frowned at you - you saw the expression of a worried mother in her gaze. “On the other hand, you look absolutely awful.” She commented on your disheveled look. It's true that in the last few days you didn't pay as much attention to your appearance as you normally did, but you didn't think it was that bad.
You laughed forcibly and ran your hand through your hair. "I'm a bit tired." You vaqualy answered. It wasn't the first time she had seen you extremely exhausted, but she had never seen you in such a state and it worried her. She looked at you understandingly and nodded to herself. "I'll cook you lunch and you go take a shower in the meantime."
"Could you make an extra portion straight?" You asked and watched as she smiled amused at you: "Already want a second helping?" She hushed you upstairs and you gratefully ascended the stairs leading to your room. As the door closed behind you with a silent thump, Talbott rose up into the air and was bathed in golden light. The next moment you were looking at his frowning face.
“Are you okay?” He asked with concern, gently stroking your cheek with his hand. Ah, how he longed to see you again... A smile of tenderness appeared on his face as you leaned more into his palm and cupped it in your own. “Now that I'm finally with you, yes.” You answer truthfully and look into his eyes. Today, her orbs shine more than usual... Talbott felt himself drowning in your gaze and didn't even realize he was leaning towards your lips. “I missed you so much.“ It comes out of his mouth in a soft whisper and you can feel your own suppressed emotions in his voice.
“I’m back.” There was so much you wanted to say to him, but the moment he finally stood in front of you all your words got stuck in your throat. You were so looking forward to having long conversations with him like before, but now all that mattered was that you were together. On the fact that he is close to you again and you close to him. “I'm going to take a shower. Will you wait here for me?“
“Of course.“
You headed into the modest bathroom next door, leaving Talbott alone in the room. He felt his heart race curiously as he looked around your room. This is the first time he's been here and he's had a chance to learn a bit more about you. Curiously and with the utmost caution, he began to walk around the room, looking at the present furniture, at the flowers placed on the window sill, at the pieces of your clothes thrown on the chair. He walked over to the open shelf where you had a few books lined up. He ran his finger along the spains of the books and read their titles: “The most mysterious mythical creature, The birth of new species, Encyclopedia of all known creatures, Curses and their successful breaking, Annihilation of XXXXX class monsters, Forbidden curses, Deceiving one's mind...”
To say he was confused would not nearly capture the extent of his conflicting thoughts and feelings. At first he thought you were trying to find a way to help him, but if that was true, why would there be books on forbidden magic in your private library? What does it mean? Does it have anything to do with you not wanting to tell him about your work? About the reason why you came into the Forbidden forest in the first place?
However, before he could find out anything more or let his mind vander to dark places, two female voices outside the front door alerted him to Rosmerta's presence. He quickly transformed back and sat gracefully on the back of a wooden chair. The two women exchanged a few pleasant words before the older one left and you joined him with two plates in your hands.
“Are you hungry?“ You smiled at him sweetly oblivious to the quickening hammering in his chest. Talbott felt like a small child caught on a roguery for which any grown-up would scold him. However, he was most consumed by the feeling of guilt for doubting you - again. Trying to make up for his misstep, he quickly rushed over to you and grabbed both filled plates in his hands and placed them on the table. He silently pushed the chair aside and wordlessly gesture for you to sit down. A joyous giggle escaped your lips at his action and he couldnť help himself but to stare at you wishing to se your smile more often.
Watching you was his new serotonin booster. He still couldn’t fully comprehend why every time he was thinking about you his throat went dry or why he felt sort of jittery every time his gaze catched your smile. Any of his logical explanation also couldn’t explain the funny little dance his heart seems to be doing in his chest every time your fingertips slightly brush his body.
"Such a Gentleman," you thank him and as you sit down your freshly washed sweet scent invades his nostrils. He couldn't resist and leaned down to your head and kissed you lightly, skillfully masking how he was shamelessly inhaling your scent in an effort to memorize it perfectly. Oh God, what have you done to him?
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“Where would you like to go first?“ You asked him as soon as you walked into the autumn breeze together. Winter was approaching at breakneck speed and you hoped you still had some time left to spend with Talbott. He sat as before on your forearm and you walked with grace in your step through the crowded streets. The sound of your voice sinks into every cell in his body, making him feel hot all over. Have you always done this to him? He doesn’t know. The only thing he knows now is that he's happy to be in his eagle form and you can't see how much he's blushing.
When he berugtently points in a vague direction in a desperate attempt to discract his mind from constantly thinking about you and his confused feelings, you sing in a happy tone:” Off we go!”
You ended up going into every store and without a second thought bought every item he showed even the slightest interest in. Talbott didn't approve of your actions but whenever he angrily flapped his wings to prevent you from placing more galleons on the counter, you just laughed and ignored his protests. “Please let me do it. I want to make you happy and leave you with some material memories of our first trip together.“ Your smile is so bright he can’t seem to figure out how his lungs normally get air in and out of his body. After hearing your kind words, he allowed himself to be pampered by you for a while, but as soon as you bought him another pile of books, he decided that too much of everything was harmful, and with the determination to prevent you from buying anything else, he soared to the heights in front of the crowded bookstore.
He glided on the wind in circular motions, waiting for you to notice him. It didn't take long for you to understand and with a slight nod you indicated to him that he can lead the way. Walking was still quite a bit slower than his leisurely pace of flight, so he circled the sky like a predator looking for food. Before he could circle the circumference of the large circle he had drawn himself in his mind, you caught up with him. And so it was repeated until he landed in a small clearing not far from the forest path.
Before transforming back into his normal form, he circled the meeting for nearly a kilometer in all directions to make sure there were no unwanted eyes nearby. It was unlikely that anyone would be walking in the woods near the Shrieking Shack at this late hour, but he wanted to be sure. Once he was, he lowered himself to your feet, watching the shimmering glow of his transformation reflect in your glassy eyes.
Your name came out of his mouth in an urgent whisper. Although you didn't know what it was about, you quickly found out in his intense gaze that something was bothering him. "What is it that ails your mind?"
“I want to trust you,” he mutters. His own voice sounds unfamilier to him. His body was tense yet he tried to speak steadily. “I really want to, but still I catch myself doubting you.“ You could see how much it was bothering him and even though his words hit you right in the heart with a dull pain, you couldn't blame him for doubting you.
“You are the first person I decided to open up to and I don't want lies and secrets between us. I hate that. I really do.” Were his next words and you couldn't look into his eyes anymore. You were afraid of what you might see in them. Malice? Contempt? Anger or disappointment? Would he be willing to listen to you if you decided to confide in him? He confided in you his most painful experience, his worst memory, and it brought you closer than you could have ever hoped for.
But this was something else entirely.
You were send to kill him.
Once he learns this, he will never want to see you again in his life let alone listen to your reasons - you were sure of that.
“You can be honest with me,” he says and watch your eyes go wide. Regret cut into your chest and left a deep scar. You chew on your lip contemplating about whether this is a good time to tell him or not. You did want to tell him the truth, to tell him to be careful and assure him all you want to do is to save him. To give him a safe place. A home.
You switch your gaze towards his red eyes that were glimmering from the golden sunset light. They look like embers of fire. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself against his wrath that was sure to come.
“Alright, you’ve caught me. I didn't lie to you, but I didn't tell you the whole truth either.“ The expression that takes hold of his features confuses you - he doesn’t look angry, sad nor surprised. In fact, his stoic face looks like as if he already knew. His next words will confirm your judgment. “I already figured that much. Would you like to elaborate...?“
And so you took a deep breath.
“Before I tell you more, I want you to know that the time I spent with you was very special to me. I've never felt so happy as when I'm with you-”
He cut you off, your name hard on his tongue. “This sounds a lot like a goodbye.” His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, his jaw tense. This is not how he envisioned this conversation to go. You looked straight into his eyes and he saw something on your face that he never expected to see - a sad, forced smile. “I feel that you will never want to talk to me again in your life after I tell you everything. I'm afraid you won't even listen to me.”
“Is this how you feel about me?” You didn't expected to hear these words as a response to your statement nor did you expect the empty look in his gaze. “No. But I know how you feel about me will change...” His eyes gazed into yours from so close, you could almost feel his breath on your cheek. Your face became red before your mind had time to process anything.
“Let’s not make such harsh conclusions just yet.”
“I apologize. Please forgive me for my rash words.” As you stared down at your feet, you heard a chukle. “Don’t feel so pressured, it’s okay. I just can’t imagine giving up on you just because of something you are going to tell me.” And you believed him. He wasn’t someone to judge you so easily.
You remembered all the tender moments you shared with him - the time when you woke up in the middle of the night because of a bad dream and he caressed your hair until you fell asleep again. Or when you gave him the bracelet and you saw his expression full of happiness and devotion for the first time.
“I work for the Ministry as a special Auror. And what I do is basically eliminating any threat the Ministry deems dangerous.” You never wavered in your speech and you were glad for it - your trained soldier came to the surface and took over. You couldn't let your emotions take over now. Because then you wouldn’t be able to stop crying.
A realization appeared in his eyes. “Was I deemed to be a threat?”
“Yes.”
“Your job is to kill me?”
“Yes.”
His form seemingly defleated and he stepped away from you. You didn't try to stop him or defend yourself. You knew what he needed right now was time to process everything on his own peace. The only thing you could do now was hope.
His pupils searched for you again. “Then... Why didn’t you kill me? Do you need time to get more information from me?” His voice was void of any emotions and that hurted you more than the accusation he just made.
“I do need more time,” you agreed but quickly continued on, “but not for what you think.” Misunderstanding. That's the only thing you got from him and only now you walked up to him and gently touched his wrist with your fingers. He flinched at your touch but didn't pull away. At least something.
“I tried to find a way to save you Talbott.” You whispered, trying to put all the determination you felt inside of you into your words. Please believe me. Talbott opened his mouth blankly only to close it again.
“I knew we shouldn't trust you.“ The hoarse voice full of hatred, you never wished to hear again, spoke behind you. You quickly turned to face him, your wand dozing in your hands in a defensive position.
“Prepare for disciplinary action. I'm taking over your mission from now on.“ And with that he attacked you and Talbott without any break until you fell unconscious to the ground and Talbott was in his clutches.
