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CW: Marvel multiverse, Fantastic Four, Avengers, canon AU

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14/31 - Who Are You?

What the hell was going on? One second Johnny and the rest of the Fantastic 4 team are fighting a foreign symbiote monster, and the next second a weirdo in tights pops up and shoots webs everywhere like he owns the place.

Johnny is confused, since when is there another superhero in their city? He frowns in frustration, sighing loudly as he takes a step forward. "Flame on!" Suddenly his body lights up with a bright fire, and he rushes into the sky.

"Johnny, where are you going?" Sue screams, but he doesn't listen. He never does anyway. Although this time, he has something clear in mind. He needs to know who this dumbass in blue and red is and what he thinks he is doing in Johnny's city.

"Hey!" He calls the other superhero as he reaches him. The masked dude turns his head as he balances himself through the city and makes a surprised sound when he sees a man in flame literally flying beside him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Johnny asks, with a firm, annoyed tone. He sees the other man's eyes narrowing through the white patch on his mask. "What the fuck are you?" Replies the other guy, incredulously.

"What do you mean? I'm a damn superhero," Johnny says defensively, getting more and more annoyed by this moron.

The other man finally lands on top of a building, and so does Johnny who was following him. They face each other for a few seconds. "Really? Cause you look like a damn vilain to me," replies the masked man.

"Wait—" Johnny frowns now in confusion more than anything. "You don't know me?" He asks in disbelief. The other guy crosses his arms, seemingly unimpressed. "Now, why would I know you, man?"

Johnny's flame fades, leaving the blonde man in his costume in front of the masked stranger. "Well, I'm the fucking Human Torch, dude."

The other one frowns, "Sorry, am I supposed to know you?" He tilts his head to the side confusingly, which Johnny could almost find cute. Almost.

"I—I don't know. I'm in the Fantastic Four, and we're kind of famous," Johnny mumbles and scratches the back of his head, taken by surprise by the question. Maybe Ben was right; maybe he was super arrogant.

"The Fantastic Four? That's a stupid name," the other guy laughs, and Johnny frowns, now vexed.

"Oh yeah? Well, who are you?" He scoffed coldly and crossed his arms.

The guy opened his arms, gesturing to himself. Now it was his time to be startled. "I'm Spider-Man, dude," he said like it was obvious.

Johnny raised his eyebrows before breaking in a laugh, "Spider-man, seriously? And where did you find your Halloween costume, huh?" He laughed at the other boy.

Spider-Man frowned thoughtfully, "Hum... not cool."

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CW: angst (?), softness, mention of war, mention of betrothed, canon AU

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13/31 - The Greenhouse

The door of the greenhouse opened with a squeak, the sunray of the early morning coming through the numerous windows as Narcissa made her way through the empty greenhouse when finally she noticed it.

The small brunette head focused cautiously on a plant in a room of the building. When she heard the steps coming, Alice looked up, her big brown eyes lighting up at the sight of the blonde.

Their smiles matched one another as they met midway, Narcissa's hands reaching for her girlfriend's waist as Alice cupped her cheeks gently. Their lips met, the kiss soft as they breathed in relief, like all their problems vanished the moment they were touching each other.

"I missed you, petal," Narcissa whispered against the other's lips before gently breaking the embrace, "It's such a torture to act like strangers outside." Alice smiled compassionately.

"I know, I missed you too," she said softly, but with a hint of sadness. She took the blonde's hand, directing her palm upward before gently mumbling a spell. And suddenly, with a swift move of her hand, a white rose blossomed in the crook of Narcissa's hand.

The young woman smiled fondly at the petty wizardry, watching as Alice took the flower gently and tucked it behind her ear cautiously. "I love your magic, my love," she said genuinely.

Alice chuckled, embarrassed by the compliment. "It's basic Herbology magic," she brushed off the kind words. "Everybody can do it."

Narcissa took the brunette's hands in hers, holding them caressingly as she took a step closer, their noses brushing each other. "It's pure magic, and it's even more precious to my eyes when it comes from you," she murmured tenderly before kissing Alice's knuckles softly.

"You're too kind," Alice whispered, the blush on her full cheeks betraying how affected she was by the woman's words.

Narcissa's smile turned a little amused at that. "And you're too humble, petal; beautiful magic is not to be underrated in our world," she said sincerely. "It's something to cherish, especially..."

Narcissa looked down, not finishing her sentence as her mind went elsewhere. Somewhere Alice knew well, as she put her hand on the blonde's cheek, catching her attention back, "Especially with the rise of dark magic," she concluded.

Narcissa nodded solemnly. "Magic like mine," she added with a pain in her voice.

Alice frowned. "Not yours," she argued, her other hand squeezing her hand reassuringly, "The one they force you to use."

Narcissa's eyes went back to her feet, guilt eating her guts. She had sworn to her family to pledge allegiance to the Dark Lord. But she had sworn to herself to be true to Alice, her precious petal. She was torn between her loyalty and her heart, and Alice was very aware of that.

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

And deep down Alice knew these days would be over sooner than later, with the threat of the war andher separation from Narcissa. She was already betrothed to Lucius, heir of the Malfoys.

She was sure in the depth of her heart that they were to be united again, because at the end Narcissa will choose her heart over her head.

But Alice had sworn loyalty and alliegance only to Narcissa, completly and utterly devoted to her. The love of her life. And she knew deep down that, no matter how long it will take, she will wait for her love to come back to her after the war...

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Hi everyone,

I just want to let you all know that I have broke my phone so I wont be able to update the shiptober's posts for a few days (I don't know how long), but I will post every fanfic I had planned before the 31th of december anyway,

Anyway, I'm so sorry!

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CW: fluff, established relationship, the whole team being themselves, canon AU

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12/31 - Domestic

"You really had to bring the hamster?" John grumbled as the team walked in the grocery store, his voice grumpy as usual.

Yelena spared him a glare. "It's not a hamster; it's a guinea pig," she argued. "And Bob was the one who wanted to bring it," she added, and John glanced toward the brunette who was holding the pet carefully in his hands, showing him the vegetables.

At that sight, John's stern expression softened; Bob was just too cute to be true sometimes. Too cute for his own good, thought John. He mumbled something under his breath to Yelena before walking to Bob. The blonde girl snorted, shaking her head almost fondly. She, Ava, Bucky, and Alexei went on their own to get the food needed, leaving the two men together.

John walked to Bob, gently bringing his hand on the small of the other man's back, making him jump slightly. "Oh, you kind of scared me," he chuckled, one strand of his hair falling in front of his eyes, and John smiled.

"Sorry, just wanted to check on you. You alright?" He asked gruffly, but his expression was so gentle. Bob smiled back and nodded, petting the guinea pig softly. "I'm fine."

"Yeah? Not anxious or anything?" John inquired, worry evident on his face. The other man chuckled again, shaking his head. "No, I like doing groceries," he said, and John raised a curious eyebrow.

"You do?" He said, a little puzzled, nobody liked doing groceries, right? It's a chore, and it's super expensive, John thought. But Bob looked unbothered. "Of course, I like it with you; it feels... domestic," he said softly, and John could swear he felt his heart melt in his ribcage. Bob scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, looking a little sheepish. "It must sound stupid," he huffed, and the former soldier smiled tenderly, shaking his head.

"It doesn't; it's very cute. I actually really like cooking with you, y'know?" John said, the slight blush on his cheeks betraying his embarrassment. "But I never cook; I just watch you," replied Bob with a curious expression, and John chuckled.

"Yeah, but still, it feels like home," he admitted. "Anyway, I like any moment I can spend with you, but yeah... cooking is definitely top 2," he added, and Bob narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What is top 1 then?" He asked, and John cleared his throat, looking away at the question.

"Hum, y'know," he mumbled, embarrassed, and Bob giggled, amused by the big soldier looking all shy. "Yeah, I know," he said finally, not wanting to embarrass his boyfriend any further.

"So you brought the hamster, huh?" John changed the topic, shifting a bit on his feet as he gestured toward the pet in Bob's arms. Bob rolled his eyes fondly. "It's not a hamster; it's a guinea pig, and his name is Cucumber," he said, holding up the small pet.

"Yeah, yeah, piggy thing," John mumbled, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of his man with the rather-cute hamster-looking thing. "You really like this thing, huh?"

Bob looked down at Cucumber and nodded, lightly passing his finger between the pet's eyes to pet it cautiously. "Yeah, I feel like everyone is always taking care of me, so I guess I just like taking care of someone for once," he said softly before looking at John's blue eyes.

"I like taking care of you," John said bluntly, the words leaving his mouth before he could think of them, his hand smoothly stroking Bob's back above his sweatshirt. Bob smiled tenderly and took a step closer to the blonde man. "I know, and you're doing a very good job at it."

They both leaned in, like they were magnets pulling each other in, their lips meeting in the middle tenderly. John's free hand on Bob's back pulled him even closer, their kiss soft and full of love. "We should keep going then; we can't cook together without food," Bob mumbled against John's lips.

They pulled back smoothly, John sliding his hand to Bob's waist and holding him close to his side as they started walking in the hallway. "We should find the others now before they buy everything we don't need," John grumbled and pressed a kiss on his boyfriend's temple.

When they did find the rest of the team, John sighed heavily, staring at them like a disappointed dad would. Alexei's arms were full of cereals with the team on it, Yelena was holding noodles to heat, and Ava had two bottles of wine, while Bucky had just picked plums in a plastic bag.

John passed a hand on his face lazily, Bob trying to hide his amusement. "Go put all that back where you found it," the blonde man sighed.

"All of it?" Ava frowned, holding up the bottles. "All of it!"

The whole team mumbled annoyedly as they went to put the items back at their places, except for Bucky, who walked past John. "I'm keeping the plums," he said sternly, and John didn't fight.

He only sighed, chuckling lazily as he laid his face on Bob's shoulder. "I love gay people," Alexei's voice resonated beside him a few seconds later.

"Alexei, you can't say that!" Yelena yelled behind him.

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CW: sexual tensions, mention of drugs, presence of drugs, modern AU, drugdealer!Evan x buyer!Barty

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11/31 - Free For You

It was way past midnight; the street was already buried in the dark, and every decent person was already sleeping in their bed.

With his hands in his jeans' pockets, Barty walks seemingly unbothered, turning around in a small alley. One of those alleys you usually avoid. There he stops a few feet away from a figure wearing a hoodie.

"You're late," says the figure, visibly annoyed as he takes off his hood, revealing blond dreadlocks under a woolen hat. Barty smirked, taking a few steps forward to stop right in front of the dark-skinned man.

"C'mon Evan, you know me," Barty teased, one green strand of his hair falling in front of his eyes as he leaned close to the other man. "I'm never late, you're just too early," he murmured in Evan's ear.

Evan snorted, putting his hand flat on the taller man's chest, slightly pushing him away. "Mmh moody," Barty mumbled, still with this infuriating smirk on his lips that Evan wanted to punch so much.

"Shut up," he muttered, "unless you don't want your package?" He added, raising his pierced eyebrow. Barty scoffed, looking fakely unimpressed, but he backed off. It was Evan's turn to smirk this time, his hand sliding from Barty's chest to his waist, "Good boy."

Barty's eyes were anchored in Evan's, his gaze challenging and hungry at the same time. "Where's it then?" Barty asked impatiently. Evan narrowed his eyes; he knew better than to give out his only tool of pressure just now. He knew Barty well enough to know two things: he was always late, and he'd do anything for his pills.

"Mmh, ask me nicely like a good boy," Evan hummed with an arrogant expression on his face, feeling so proud when he noticed the way Barty's face darkened. Evan had some power for once, and he was going to take full advantage of it.

Barty pushed his chest, shoving him against the alley wall. "Fuck off, Rosier," he said harshly, but Evan knew better. Seemingly unbothered by Barty's usual violence and with that same smug smile, he grabbed Barty's belt buckle, smoothly switching places as he pinned him against the wall.

"Don't be like that, Barty dearest," Evan teased meanly, their bodies pressed together and their breath mixing with one another. Both of them were looking between one another's eyes and lips, hungry but too proud to act on any of their obvious desires.

"Ask nicely."

Barty's heart was beating faster than he would ever admit, his breath ragged; he wasn't used to being dominated like that. He was always the one in charge usually, but here with Evan they were always both fighting constantly to take the lead, and that was giving such a rush to Barty every time. He couldn't get enough of him, so much so that he didn't even know anymore what he craved the most between his pills and him. "Can I... have the package... Evan?" He panted.

A smile extended one corner of his mouth slightly, and Barty couldn't process how hot he looked anymore. "Beg for it," Evan replied, his eyes challenging, daring Barty to submit or not.

"You know I could just beat you up and steal my pills, right?" Barty said matter-of-factly, his breath hitting Evan's face deliciously. The latter's smile grew even wider, a glint of something in his eyes as he leaned his face even closer.

"You wouldn't hurt me like that; you like me too much," Evan said, and unfortunately he was right, so Barty didn't reply anything. Evan was still gripping Barty's belt buckle when his other hand slid under Barty's small crop top, his skin cold against the smaller boy's hand. "C'mon, baby, say please..."

Barty sucked a breath as he felt Evan's hand on his stomach, the pet name tugging at something in his chest. He almost closed his eyes when Evan leaned closer again and brushed his lips tentatively against Barty's. The latter fought back a whimper, but he was unable to contain the small moan that escaped his mouth when the other boy took his bottom lip between his teeth, biting it lightly before letting go.

"Fuck, please..." he finally breathed, his eyes half-lidded.

Evan's hand disappeared reluctantly from his torso, reaching in his back pocket to take out a small bag of red pills that he held out. Barty let out a sigh, relieved, but did not reach to grab the small plastic bag. Smoothly, Evan stuffed it in Barty's back pocket, his hand lingering for longer than necessary before he finally stepped back, not without a small displeased sound from Barty.

They looked into each other's eyes for a few peaceful seconds before the green-haired boy reached into one of his front pockets, pulling out three bills and handing them to the other boy.

Evan contemplated the money before pushing Barty's hand away with a snort, "It's free for you from now on."

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CW: fluff, etablished relationship, canon AU

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10/31 - Comfort

The evening was quiet, as calm as one could be in Hell. With a plastic duck in his hands, Lucifer lay on his back in the huge bed of his luxurious palace. A sigh escaped his lips, a small pout on his face like the one of a kid.

Alastor's broadcast voice resonated from beside him as the overlord walked to the bed. "Will you tell me what is bothering you?" He sounded annoyed, but could he ever really be with Lucifer's cute frown?

The King of Hell groaned, putting his hat on his face, hiding away from his boyfriend. Alastor sighed and came to crouch beside the bed, his face close to Lucifer's when he pulled the white hat away.

"Lucifer," Alastor raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, "Is it about Charlie and her meeting in Heaven?" He pressed, voice gentle but with a knowing look on his face.

"I'm worried about her," Lucifer finally mumbled, looking up at the stag-like demon, his eyes betraying the genuine concern he felt toward his precious daughter.

Alastor's expression softened slightly—as soft as Alastor could, at least. His long fingers reached for Lucifer's cheek, stroking gently his skin comfortingly, "She'll be alright; she's smart and strong, just like her dad."

Lucifer looked at Alastor tenderly, appreciating the reassurance. "I know she is, but these people, Al, they're... vicious and merciless." He looked down again.

"Listen, I know these fuckers hurt you," Alastor said more softly, leaning his face closer to press his forehead against his boyfriend's. "And believe me, I'll make them pay for it." At those words the smaller demon chuckled fondly. "But Charlie has a real gift to bring people into her fights," Alastor added.

"She has, huh?" Lucifer smiled at the thought. Alastor smirked, "She even convinced me."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Lucifer said, looking finally a little peaceful. Alastor's smirk softened; he climbed onto the bed and pulled his boyfriend onto him. "Come here; it will all be alright. I trust her," he said, his arms wrapped around Lucifer's middle as the latter's back is against his chest.

"Well, I trust you," Lucifer replied, putting his hands over Alastor's on his stomach.

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CW: suggestive, teasing, throuple, suggestive threesome, modern AU, student!Sirius x professor!Remus x student!James

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9/31 - Private Lessons

"Alright, it's all for today's lesson, you can go," Remus clapped his hands with a smile, and the students got up, gathering their stuff before exiting the classroom.

Remus was erasing the board when he heard someone clearing their throat behind him. A smirk blossomed on his lips when he turned around, his eyes blessed with the vision of the two most beautiful men he had ever seen.

"Mister Black, Mister Potter, what can I do for you?" He approached his desk, leaning his hip against it. James crossed his arms on his chest, his muscled arms flexing in his sport t-shirt.

Sirius stepped forward, sliding a sheet of paper toward the professor, looking up at him. His grey eyes looked predatorily at Remus, one strand of his black hair falling in front of his face as the rest of it was pulled up in some sort of mini ponytail.

"Care to explain, professor?" His voice was fakely stern, his eyes betraying the mischievous idea that was taking place in the back of his mind.

Remus glanced down at the sheet that was ornamented with a big, red 30%. He looked up at the student, raising an eyebrow curiously. "What is there to explain?"

"C'mon, Moony," James's voice came as the jock approached Remus closely. "Maybe you can do something?" His voice was teasing but filled with a certain hunger as he leaned, his breath fanning against the professor's neck.

Remus stiffened, taking a heavy breath before crossing his arms more sternly. "I already told you, no matter what is going on in private, it does not give you any favored treatment," he lectured with very little conviction.

Sirius scoffed, looking back at the door of the room to make sure it was closed before approaching the tall man himself, his hand reaching for his tie. "So unfair..." he murmured with a small moan and a fake pout.

Remus tried to compose himself, but his eyes were drifting between Sirius' throat and James' lips. He was so fucked. "Life's unfair," he breathed.

James let out a whimper, leaning even closer, one hand on the desk as he brushed his lips against Remus' ear tauntingly, "Maybe you can give us some private lessons then, professor...?"

Sirius hummed appreciatively, nodding a little with his chin as his hand was slowly sliding down Remus' chest above his shirt, "Yeah, to catch up on the lesson..."

Remus sucked in a breath, finally letting himself reach for them, his hands resting on each of their hips possessively. "I think... we can agree on a meeting," he nodded, his voice more hoarse now.

Sirius smirked, and James bit his lips, an excited glimmer in his eyes. He was so genuinely cute, thought Remus, even when he was trying to be seductive. "Tonight?" Sirius asked, a yearning in his eyes.

Who was Remus to refuse such men? "My house," he confirmed with a nod, his tongue coming out to lick at his lips hungrily.

"So kind of you, Moony," James murmured and nipped softly at Remus' earlobe. This lit a fire in the latter's eyes.

"Oh, you are so regretting this tonight," he mumbled with a dark voice. The two younger men smirked, James chuckling mischievously as Sirius whispered, "See you tonight, professor."

And they exited the room as quickly as they came in, leaving a panting Remus that will surely make them pay for that.

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CW: angst and comfort sorta?, canon AU

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8/31 - The Dragon Sickness

It was the sickness, Bilbo kept reminding himself; it's the dragon sickness, not Thorin. Thorin is not like that; he is loyal and brave, not this coward king that is currently sitting on the throne of the Lonely Mountain.

"Why the frown, my friend?" Asked the deep, low voice of the King dwarf. He was wearing jewels all over his traditional royal outfit, his face clean and his beard shaped nicely. The total opposite of the fearless Thorin the hobbit had learned to know during their quest.

Bilbo stopped in front of the throne, his expression stern. "You asked to see me?" Thorin ticked at the unusual rough tone of his little companion."You seem very gloomy today," remarked the King, leaning forward on the huge throne, his elbows resting on his knees. "Are you feeling alright?" A hint of concern in his voice made Bilbo's heart skip a beat, but the feeling soon vanished.

"Excuse me if the coming war you put on us doesn't fill me with joy," replied the hobbit sarcastically. Bilbo was a material person, but even he was shocked by the unnecessariness of this war. "Not that again," groanned Thorin, leaning back in the throne, an annoyed expression.

Bilbo made a step forward. "Yes, that. You put that on yourself, Thorin; you put that on all of us. Are you being serious? A war for a few jewels and the promis of a fortune you gave your word you would pay the humans of Lacktown? You are being unreasonable, Thorin," he snapped.

Thorin expression darkened at those words. He stood up from the throne, his figure imposing without even trying to be. "Don't you speak to me in that tone; I am your king!" He yelled, fuming.

But Bilbo didn't budge one bit. "No, you're not! You were my... but now you're not anything anymore!" Thorin was furious as he came to stand in front of the hobbit with a few quick strides. But again, Bilbo wasn't afraid; he was too angry to be. "I want to know where the real Thorin is!" He snapped loudly and Thorin's expression flickered for a second.

"I know he's in here somewhere," Bilbo continued, his voice more gentle now as he took a step closer, "This is not you, you're not yourself Thorin," he say softly, his eyes pleading, searching in the King's pupils in the hope of seeing the remains of his long gone best friend...

"I—Bilbo..." Thorin breathed, confused and lost between what the dark voice in his head was whispering and the distress he saw in the hobbit's eyes. He rarely felt so guilty in his life when he realized he was the reason for it.

"I know it's hard, Thorin; believe me, I know how seductive the influence sounds, but... no, you have to fight; you have to resist. You can't let it consume your life like it consumed your grandfather." Bilbo's voice was so soft, almost tender, as his hand reached Thorin's shoulders. The king was upset, he could tell, and afraid too.

Gently he squeezed his shoulders and pulled him closer, finally hugging him against his chest. He was taller and bigger but somehow fitted perfectly in his arms.

In that moment, Thorin closed his eyes and let out a breath like he was finally letting go of all the burden on his shoulders, his arms wrapping around Bilbo just as tightly. "It's going to be okay..." Bilbo murmured in his ear, "You're okay..."

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CW: lime?, hot kiss, modern AU, boss!Bellatrix x employee!Rita

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7/31 - Boss Me Around

The sound of her stiletto on the marble floor was echoing through all the building hallways as Rita was heading to the office of her boss.

The emerald green satin fabric of her tiny skirt was swaying at her every step, her fingers fidgeting with the push button of her pen as she stopped in front of the office. She knocked two times before entering, closing the door behind her and putting the pen in her pocket.

"What took you so long, darling?" Bellatrix's voice sounded annoyed, but she had a smile on her thin lips. She was sitting behind her desk, the golden nameplate resting proudly on it. Her black suit was hugging her curves perfectly when she got up, walking toward the blonde with a mischievous glint in her dark pupils.

"Maybe it's all the paperwork you gave me," Rita said pointedly, looking at the other woman above the small glasses that ornamented her thin nose. Bellatrix hummed as she stepped in front of her, her hand reaching the collar of her expensive tailored vest, tugging on it to bring the woman so very close to her. "But baby, I love seeing you pissed..."

Rita gulped, her red-tainted lips parting slightly. Bellatrix took the opportunity and leaned in, their breaths mixing as the black-haired woman took Rita's bottom lip between her teeth. Rita's eyes glanced down at the slightly shorter woman, her perfectly manicured hands coming to grab Bellatrix's hips, bringing her even closer.

"As you wish, boss," she murmured, her eyes challenging, the two of them clearly competing for the dominance. And then suddenly, Bellatrix snapped, her lips crashing against Rita's. One of Bellatrix's hands slides up to gently wrap around Rita's neck, the latter gasping and allowing the access to her mouth.

The kiss was brutal, a fight for the lead that lasted a long time and never really had any winner. But who cared to win anymore? They were having so much fun competing. Nobody could ever keep up with them other than themselves.

Rita's hands grabbed Bellatrix's free hand and made her back up against her imposing wood desk; the black-haired woman half-sat on the desk as her mouth was still exploring Rita's mouth—as if she didn't already know it by heart. Soon enough they parted away slightly, panting breathlessly from the particular intensity of their exchange.

"Bloody hell..." Bellatrix smiled, her lips a bit puffy from the assault, as she let go of Rita's neck reluctantly.

"You always seem surprised, boss..." Rita mused with a confident smirk. Bellatrix chuckles softly, her hand grabbing Rita's left hand, bringing it to her lips as she fidgets softly with the emerald ring on it.

"It happens, but you never let me forget why I married you for long, do you?"

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CW: smut, s3x, an4l s3x, quiky, hickeys, curse, modern AU, rockstar!Eddie x staff!Steve

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6/31 - String Of My Guitar

The music was loud, making the floor tremble under their feet, their skin sweaty already before the show even began. They were all over each other, pushing each other, their mouths searching one another hungrily.

"They're good..." Steve mumbled between kisses, his voice hoarse and heavy, his hands on the other boys hips, under his tank top.

"Who?" Eddie mumbled with a deep voice as he started to attack Steve's throat, leaving small love bites and hickeys all over his skin.

"Your first part," Steve mumbled again before letting out a groan, throwing his head back as the curly-haired boy sucked a particularly sensitive spot on his collarbone. That made Eddie smirk. "Yeah, they're cool, a bunch of kids who played in their garage." He looked up at Steve, his bangs sticking to his forehead because of the sweat; he never looked so sexy in Steve's eyes.

"They'll become great, I'm sure—" Steve replied, but Eddie cut him off by kissing his lips again. "You wanna keep talking about the kids, or you wanna fuck me, Steve?"

The brown-haired man stopped in his tracks, and Eddie raised an eyebrow. "Fuck you, definitely," Steve panted, and the rockstar smirked.

Steve hurried on the other man's pants, unbuckling them with expert hands, his heart beating in his chest loudly. Eddie chuckled, turning around as he leaned his hands on the sound box in front of him, immediately feeling Steve's chest glued to his back.

They didn't waste much more time; Steve buried deep inside his boyfriend, both panting loudly. One of Steve's hands was roaming over Eddie's chest under his shirt, while the other came up to grab a handful of the black curly hair.

Eddie moaned in his ear as Steve tugged his head back, exposing the pale skin of his neck, "Fuck, Stevie—."

"You're so sexy tonight..." the other man grunted before attacking his neck, sucking hickeys and nipping at the sensitive skin. Eddie whined loudly, the sound perfect in Steve's ear.

"I'm gonna come, fuck—" the rockstar whimpered, gripping the sound box tightly as Steve doubled his thrust, the backstage room filled with the sound of the sloppy slap of their skins against each other and the desperate moans of Eddie.

"Cum for me, baby, c'mon," Steve groaned and nipped at Eddie's earlobe. The other man shut his eyes as he reached his climax, his body starting to shake as a heavy moan escaped his lips. Steve gulped when he felt Eddie's hole clenching around him, his head falling into his boyfriend's neck as he came undone into him.

"Damn... that was good..." Steve mumbled as he pulled out gently, sitting on a box behind him, panting heavily. "Best quickie ever, babe," he smiled smugly.

Eddie wiped the sweat off of his forehead, shaking his hair a little. "You're an animal," he chuckled and fastened his pants back on quickly. He turned to his boyfriend. "How do I look?"

Steve's eyes roamed over his body with hunger despite his exhaustion, his gaze locking on the big hickey he left on his neck. "Like mine," he smirked. Eddie snorted and grabbed his guitar, putting the strap of it on his shoulder as the brown-haired man approached him.

Steve kissed him. "And knowing you're going on stage full of me is a huge turn on," he mumbled against his lips, making Eddie blush slightly. "Perv," the other man said, but a smirk was blossoming on his lips.

"Eddie!" An engineer called out for him, "You're on stage in five."

"I have to go," the curly-haired man whispered against his lips, and Steve smiled more tenderly. "Give 'em a show."

And he did. Best rock show ever.

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[sixtsposts]

CW: hot kisses, swearing, mutual pinning, smutty, canon AU

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5/31 - Seven Minutes In Heaven

The OWLs were finally over for the year, and in a few hours the whole group would be separated for the whole summer break. But in the meantime, they all gathered in the Marauders' dormitory to hang out one last time all together for a long time.

First it was just the four of them as per usual, and then Sirius and Remus asked Lily, Mary, and Marlene to join them, which was totally fine with James. But soon, Marlene wanted her girlfriend Dorcas to join them all, to which Sirius accepted in the name of the whole group. And quickly the whole group of Slytherin joined their dormitory, to James's great desperation.

They were all sat in a circle in the middle of the room; Lily had cast a spell to keep them all warm, not that it was much needed with the amount of alcohol in everybody's veins after a small hour. Deep muggle music started to play on the magical speakers, Remus flashing a smirk at his boyfriend next to him before leaning to kiss him.

James snickered, and Peter looked away embarrassed while Mary punched Sirius' shoulder. "Oi, pay attention to the game and stop sucking each other's face," she lectured, making Remus blush slightly. "Alright, alright, woman, gosh, don't get your panties in a twist," Sirius smirked, getting under Mary's skin.

James shook his head at their antics, looking away from the scene, his eyes locking instantly with a pair of deep dark eyes staring at him. James felt his mouth go dry at the intensity of Barty's eyes; it was as if the other boy didn't give a damn about being caught staring. He was analyzing James' features, visibly roaming over his whole figure before Evan beside him tapped his shoulder.

James watched the two men exchanging a joint and a bottle of firewhiskey, the Gryffindor's gaze lingering a bit too long on Barty's slender fingers and the paleness of his skin. Quickly, he snapped out of it, mentally scolding himself as he turned to Peter.

But Barty had noticed the whole scene, a mischievous smirk on his lips. He clearly had something in mind when he clapped his hands loudly, catching everyone's attention. "Alright, boys and girls, it's time for a game," he announced theatrically. Regulus scoffed at that, while Sirius agreed with a 'Fuck yeah.'

"Good idea!" Pandora cheered enthusiastically while Lily sighed halfheartedly.

"What game exactly?" "Asked then Dorcas with a raised eyebrow."

"Seven minutes in heaven."

At those words everyone started to talk, agreeing cheerfully with the idea. James, however, sighed; he couldn't play that. He could barely hold his desires, let alone lie about them—Godrick knows he's a bloody bad liar. "That's a stupid game," he deadpanned, taking a hit of his cigarette. All of them stopped talking at once, turning to James, but he was only looking at Barty, challenging him.

"Ya got high standards, Potter," Barty said, his smirk widening even more. "What? You're scared or something?" At those words, James frowned. Never challenge a Potter at a fucking game. "Hell no, I'll play."

This Gryffindor boy was way too easy to manipulate, thought Barty, almost endeared by James' antics. "Good, let's fucking play then, shall we?" Barty's eyes were locked with James', daring each other to look away first.

"A'right, Peter, pass me yer bottle, will ya?" Evan asked, catching Peter's bottle smoothly and positioning it in the middle of the circle. "Who wanna start then?"

"I will," Barty said instantly, finally looking down at the bottle. At that, James let out a scoff of victory at their little battle while Barty spun the bottle, the eyes of everyone in the room locked on it. When it stopped in front of the boy with the glasses, his smirk faltered, and a shiver ran down his spine.

He stared at the bottle for a few seconds before hearing his name being called by Sirius, "Prongs? "Yer okay, mate?" He looked up at his best friend and nodded before glancing toward Barty, who was getting up on his feet.

The green-haired man looked down at James before offering him his hand to get up. The Gryffindor looked at it hesitantly, Evan's voice pressing him, "Oi, Potter, closet's waiting for ya."

But all he could focus on was Barty and his unusual gentle expression. Finally he took his hand, getting up on his feet as well. He kept Barty's hand in his for a few more minutes than necessary, fascinated by the contrast between his tanned skin and Barty's pale one.

He followed the Slytherin boy into the closet almost automatically, his back against one of the walls of it as the door closed, leaving them in the dark. He could hear Barty's calm breath before hearing him mumble something, moving his wand a little. He had cast a silencing spell, James understood, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Aye, relax, golden boy," Barty praised with an evident grin in his voice. It was so strange; Barty was younger than him, and yet he was the one in charge somehow. James felt Barty was always in charge in every situation; it was making him feel vulnerable because Barty was unpredictable, and suddenly it frustrated James. He was tired of feeling under Barty's grip; he could be in charge too. He was the bloody captain of Gryffindor after all.

He was a Marauder, for fuck's sake.

And so he grabbed a fistful of Barty's tank top and pulled him closer, almost harshly, their lips collapsing against each other hungrily. Barty didn't seem shocked or even bothered; he brought his hands to James' hips, pulling him closer as well. They were seeking each other's tongues; all the unresolved tension that had built between them was resulting in this moment, this single, hateful kiss. But damn was it hot.

After a moment, when the kiss faltered, James pulled away, immediately letting go of Barty's top, panting and eyes wide. "I- I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I'm not like that. I- I'm not brutal, never. Like never, never, but you just... fuck—you make me fucking frustrated, Barty," he rambled breathlessly, feeling ashamed of his gesture. The issue wasn't the kiss in itself; it was the way James grabbed Barty, the way he didn't ask for permission. It wasn't James. But that's how Barty was making him feel. All. The. Fucking. Time.

And this time he snapped.

Thankfully, Barty rolled his eyes at James's concerned ramble before putting a hand on the back of James's neck and pulling him in again, shutting his mind as their lips met one more time. This time it was slower and much more passionate but still impatient. James' hands reach to Barty's waist, pulling the boy to him as the Slytherin's free hand slides up to the messy curls, tugging on them slightly. James let out a moan under his breath as he pushed Barty against one of the walls of the closet, pinning him as he started to leave open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and neck.

"Fuck, Potter..." The green-haired boy panted, his heart beating faster as he felt the captain's hands reaching for the sensitive skin of his stomach under his top. James was like an animal, feral and hungry, as he started to suck and nip at the fragile skin of his collarbone.

When suddenly the door of the closet opened, Barty winced at the sudden light in his eyes, meanwhile James grunted, hiding his face in the other boy's neck.

"Well, fuck me..." Lily stood in front of the closet.

"Oh, you must be bloody kidding me," Regulus' voice resonated behind her.

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[lily-stargazer-evans]

@pppstag

She lied to the man, she was definitely not going to the library. She was going to try to publish her most recent novel, or at least the most recent one that she hasn’t thrown away in anger. Outside the door, she found James. What was he doing here?

“Potter, what are you doing out here?”

[pppstag]

The young man was looking slightly out of place in his fancy clothes and his messy hair. He seemed out of breath, like he had just come out of this office writing.

"Lily?" He said surprise to see her at such an early time in the day, "What are you- It's so early- Is everything alright?" He frowned visibly breathless with a worried expression now as he try to keep his composure, straightening his posture clumsily.

[lily-stargazer-evans]

“I asked first.” She didn’t really mind answering the question, there’s nothing he doesn’t already know, but she felt like annoying him.

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He nodded his, passing a hand in his hair, messying them up even more.

"Right, well I was hum... visiting the publisher, for personal matters, nothing important really." He said, not looking so confident, James never knew how to lie.

"What about you? Here for a new novel, I'm sure, but Merlin, it's so early in the morning... he didn't thought I'd see you." He added under his breath.

[sixtsposts]

CW: light smut, erection, mention of cum, sexual bet, frat car wash, canon AU, takes place during season 2

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4/31 - Dog Days

It was a damn hot day. One of the hottest Indiana has ever known, in Steve's opinion. He swore he could almost see the bitumed floor melting as the cars were coming and leaving the parking lot. Thankfully, the frat car wash didn't require him to wear too many clothes.

He and Robin had thought it would be good to participate in this year's Frat Car Wash Day organized by Hawkins High School. They had signed in months ago as a joke and had totally forgotten about any of this until yesterday. And that is how the two best friends ended up in swimsuits in the middle of the high school parking lot surrounded by a dozen big buckets full of soap and water. At least the water was cold enough to cool off their embarrassment.

However, Steve may need to add some ice cubes to it, given the way the sun felt suddenly hotter the second his eyes locked with the blue Camaro that was coming toward them.

Billy's Camaro...

Oh, Steve would be damned if he washed this asshole's car. That bastard had already beaten him a few days earlier during a basketball match, humiliating him in front of the whole high school.

He still kept an eye on the expensive car as it parked on the other end of the parking lot. His jaw clenched instinctively when he saw a junior-year prick approaching the driver window with a cocky demeanor.

Steve shook himself internally, focusing himself back on his task at hand: filling the buckets with water. He was deep in his thoughts when an awkward finger tapped his shoulder hesitantly. The man jumped slightly, looking up to see the same junior who had gone to Billy. The boy looked more sheepish now, though, and he wasn't wet like he had just washed a car.

"Hum, hey, Harrington. "Hum, Billy says he wants... you to wash his car," the younger boy stuttered, visibly embarrassed. And a little frightened too, but not by Steve. Billy had probably threatened the poor thing or something like that. Though Steve couldn't care less, his mind going blank at the words, Billy wanted him to wash his car?

Weirdly, Steve's heart started to beat faster all of a sudden.

"What the—Hum, alright, thanks, I'll handle this," he mumbled, barely glancing at the boy, his eyes locked on the Camaro. Steve took a deep breath, steadying his inner self before grabbing one of the newly filled buckets and approaching Billy's car with a certain confidence, like he wasn't half naked in a public parking lot.

"Aah, Harrington," Billy's low voice greeted him as he approached his window, the man certainly more cheerful than usual. "How have you been since our... last encounter, huh?" He asked with a smirk, his pompous behavior accentuated by the way he was chewing the toothpick in his mouth.

"Y'know, I would've won that game if you hadn't pushed me," Steve claimed, leaning his elbows on the open car window, an arrogant tone in his voice. He could notice above Billy's sunglasses the way his blue eyes roamed over his bare chest, taking in his golden, sweaty skin.

"Keep dreaming, pretty boy," Billy replied cockily, the pet name falling so naturally from his lips that Steve froze for a second. That made Billy chuckle more genuinely than he intended, his eyes glinting with something unwordable as he took off the sunglasses. "So, are you going to wash my car, or what?"

Steve tsked as he took steps back, grabbing the big sponge from the bucket. "Y'know, if you're really good, I could even give you an extra tip," Billy called, making Steve raise an eyebrow. He knew the other man was only teasing him, but... "Bet?"

"Bet what?" Billy frowned, his confusion cute.

"If I can make you hard, you give me twenty bucks in tips," Steve deadpanned with determination. Billy nearly choked on this idea. Steve approached him again with a flirty expression, leaning closer now, his head almost in the car as his hand reached to snap the toothpick out of Billy's mouth.

"Careful, sweetheart, don't go choking on me now," Steve smirked before plopping the toothpick in his own mouth. Billy's cheeks turned significantly warmer at his action, his mouth going dry. "Bet," he panted.

And so the King of Hawkins put on a show his nemesis will remember for a long, long time, given the way his eyes were locked on his body as he moved all around the car. Billy had never felt so stupid before, his heart hammering in his chest and a pleasant warmness spreading in his lower stomach. But at the same time, he wouldn't want this moment to stop for anything in the world.

When Steve and his cocky smirk came back at his window, Billy put on his best arrogant mask, his attitude confident as he hung an arm through the window. "You call that a show? I think your lesbian friend has more chance to make me hard than you at this point," he scoffed, but Steve was starting to know him well enough, and he noticed how Billy's eyes were avoiding his.

The brown-haired boy raised an eyebrow amused; he could already smell the scent of money rightfully won. He put his hands on Billy's forearm, deciding to go bold; it was his chance, now or never, as they say. "Really? "Because you look kind of aroused to me, sweetheart," Steve smirked and slid a hand inside the car as he leaned his face closer to hers.

Steve's movements were slow, giving Billy plenty of time to push him away and back off. But Billy said nothing, his eyes locked on Steve's stubbornly even as he felt the other man's hand resting upon his thigh. Steve didn't move for a moment after that; not wanting to push his luck too far, he wasn't going to do anything without proper words from Billy. The latter seemed to catch that because he leaned closer, his cheeks brushing Steve's as he murmured in his ear, "Go on then, pretty boy."

Steve's heart missed a beat at that, and his hand moved before his brain as he slid his hand higher, finally resting his palm on Billy's crotch. The bet was that Steve could make Billy hard in his pants... Well, Steve had fucking won without a doubt because Billy was rock hard against his hand right now. Steve wasn't even sure how his jeans hadn't ripped yet; it seemed so damned big. Steve gulped at this thought.

He looked at the blond; it was his turn to get shy now while Billy had the cockiest grin in the world. "Well, I guess you won, huh?" Steve didn't have any comeback right now, his mind blank as his hand was still firmly pressed against Billy's hardness.

The blond let out a low rumble of a laugh, finding the other man's expression endearing. He grabbed his wallet on the passenger seat, pulling out a ten-buck note and smoothly sticking it under Steve's swimsuit waistband. "This is for washing my car," he said with a low voice.

Steve's breath was heavy now, his eyes locked on Billy's every move. The other boy then grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his crotch with a gentleness Steve would have never thought Billy could be capable of. He watched as Billy pulled out two other notes of ten bucks from his wallet and placed them in his opened palm, closing his fingers around the money like it was some kind of secret. "And this... this is for one of the best erections of my life.

Well, it was definitely a secret that was compromising for both of them.

Steve's cheeks were crimson red now as he slowly withdrew his hand, Billy's eyes roaming over his features as he licked his lips, glancing between Steve's lips and eyes with a certain hunger. Steve was so caught in Billy's blue eyes that he didn't even notice his hand coming to snap back the toothpick, placing it back between his perfect teeth. This made Steve blush even more as Billy snickered.

"Bet I can make you cum in your pants if you come with me to the mall tonight..." Billy whispered in Steve's ear before leaning back in his car seat, which made Steve's brain go blank again for a moment before he cleared his throat and straightened up. He passed a hand through his hair, messing up his hair a bit as he looked around before looking back down at the blond. "Bet," he nodded.

Billy drove off with a victory smirk.

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Tag list: @alriguess

[sixtsposts]

CW: mention of blood, mention of wound, mention of stitches, use of delirious gas?, fluff, funny, modern AU, DoctorxPatient

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3/31 - What's Up Doc?

A sigh instantly left Remus' lips when his secretary told him the name of his next patient. And yet a small smile tugged at his lips when he entered the room and his eyes met the sight of familiar long black hair.

"What's up, Doc?" Sirius smirked as he turned toward his boyfriend, wearing the hospital robe. Remus scoffed, more amused than he would like to admit, as he gently pushed the other man to sit on the hospital bed. "Gosh, I didn't realize how sexy you were with the white blouse," his boyfriend mumbled as he eyed him up and down hungrily.

"You're insufferable," the other man muttered despite the rising heat in his cheeks. "What did you do this time, huh?" He then asked as a frown settled on his face, more concerned.

"Just fell from the bike," Sirius rolled his eyes as he pulled up a little the hospital robe to uncover his knees. Remus' eyes widened at the sight of the blood-covered knees. "Sirius, that's serious," he lectured as he took a good look at the obviously rather deep wounds.

"Nah, it's nothing," Sirius shrugged off his worries. "Just need a magic kiss to heal," he smirked, but Remus' expression sized him up unimpressed.

"You need stitches," he deadpanned, and Sirius' face fell a little. He wanted to argue, but the stern look in his boyfriend's eyes advised him otherwise. The black-haired boy sighed finally, nodding like a sulking child.

Remus looked more satisfied when the man didn't argue, passing a hand in his hair softly. "Good boy," he murmured before leaving. Sirius got only a few minutes to process the words and calm down his inner self before Remus came back with a wheeling little table where tools were ordered neatly.

"Put that on," he said as he handed a mask to Sirius. The man looked skeptical at the mask where gas was coming off. "Please," Remus insisted, and his boyfriend obliged. As the doctor prepared his tools, Sirius inhaled the gas, feeling more and more lightheaded as he leaned closer to Remus. "Are you drugging me, doc?" He mumbled with a dumb smile, his voice somewhat muffled by the mask.

Remus snorted, putting a hand on his boyfriend's chest to push him a little backward on the bed, "Yeah, you like that, baby?" He teased with a low voice. "Oh... freaky," Sirius replied with a cocky smile. Remus shook his head, desperate as he started the stitches on Sirius' left knee.

Remus fixed his man's knees rather quickly, Sirius still dozing off on the delirium gas as Remus finished the final details. He then took off the mask from Sirius' face and put it away, ignoring his boyfriend's pout. "You finished?" He asked, still out of it.

Remus smiled fondly at his boyfriend's state, coming closer as he stood between his open legs, both his large hands on each of his thighs. "Yeah, you're all good, love," he murmured with a deep voice as he kissed his forehead.

"I feel funny," Sirius whispered to the other man like a secret, and Remus chuckled lowly, cupping gently his boyfriend's face with both hands. "It's okay, babe, you're okay, you've been very brave, I'm proud of you," he said softly with a fond and reassuring expression before leaning in to gently kiss his lips.

Sirius pushed against Remus' lips vividly, claiming the kiss with eagerness before whining pathetically when Remus broke the kiss. He looked at Sirius sternly. "No more bike though, alright?"

But the look in Sirius' eyes told him already that there was no way he would get rid of his enormous, beloved motorcycle. Well, Remus could live with stitching his boyfriend's knees every now and then...

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[sixtsposts]

CW: hurt, no comfort, canon AU, takes place during DOFP

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2/31 - Reunited?

He was surprised. No, shocked. Utterly shocked to see Charles here. After all he had done, after all that happened, Charles came to save him from the prison.

"Charles...?" he breathed, his eyes locked on those of the man he had caused so much pain to. During all those years, he had spent every damn minute feeling guilty. For the betrayal. And for his legs. Each night, he had nightmares about the day in Cuba. He still saw the fear and the hurt in Charles' eyes as he fell on the ground in his arms. He still hears his voice pleading with him to stay, to make things right.

Every. Fucking. Night.

And then it came, a rising, burning pain in his face as Charles' fist met his cheek. And Lord, does he know how much he deserves it? He knew it so much he almost wanted the other man to beat him to agony.

He looked up at Charles, at the rage in his eyes, at the way the strand of his hair was falling in front of his face. He was drenched wet, panting in pure rage. He was so beautiful.

But then it hit him. He was walking? Up on his legs, towering over him. So maybe, just maybe, he hadn't fucked as much as he thought he did during all those years.

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When he learned, later in the plane, that Charles had traded his power for his legs, it dawned on him how much he had really fucked up, on the contrary.

"You trace your power so you could walk?" Erik asked in disbelief. From what he had known of Charles, the man would have never let a power that could be so useful for the other mutants out there. But Charles didn't have the school anymore; he didn't have anything anymore. Not even his mind.

"I traded my power so I could sleep—" he heard the man's voice waver weakly, painfully. And Erik's heart clenched at the way Charles rubbed his face so slowly; he sounded so desperate and looked so wrecked.

Erik wanted so badly to reach out to him, to touch his hand softly. To comfort him like Charles used to comfort him all those years ago. But he didn't. He couldn't. Because, how could he possibly claim the right to touch such a perfect, precious being? He couldn't risk destroying him even more.

And then it escalated, getting worse and worse, the words echoing in his head so painfully hard, like someone was twisting a blade into his chest: "You abandoned me! You abandoned me, and you took her away...!"

And it was true—such a plain, simple explanation and yet so much truth. So much pain that he had been holding for so long. He had abandoned him when he was hurt, physically and mentally. And he took Mystic, his only, most precious childhood best friend. He regretted everything now...

But he couldn't tell him that. It wouldn't change anything, so I didn't reply. The silence felt like it was the respect Charles deserved. Like he was showing him he had a right to be angry; he was legit.

And so Erik stayed silent on all the things he wanted to tell him. All the apologies—he wanted to yell at him. All the promises he wanted to whisper in his ear. Those things he had repeated in his head during all the years in prison. Those things he had sworn he would tell him one day. He stayed silent. Because how could he dare want to have back a man he lost?

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[sixtsposts]

CW: fluff, modern AU, CEOxFlorist

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Day 1/31 - Flower Language

Regulus always thought of himself as powerful. He was a powerful man, CEO of a powerful company, and heir of a powerful family, and during his whole life nothing really managed to make him feel not powerful. That is until he met James Potter's smile.

He ought to go buy a bouquet of flowers for his mother's birthday. He didn't like his mother, never had, and just buying her flowers already felt like a chore. Though, this feeling quickly vanished the second he stepped in the small flower store that was on the street across from his office. He was immediately struck by the brightest smile he had ever seen. One so genuine and energetic he couldn't help but feel weak. Weak in his knees and weak in his heart.

"Hey handsome, what can I do for you today?" The too-friendly voice asked him, making him snap out of his trance. Regulus blinked a few times before making a few steps toward the man. He was wearing an apron adorned with a flower pattern. "I need flowers," he said, looking so out of his element in his expensive dark suit in the middle of this small shop, surrounded by bright flowers.

The man's laugh made his heart vibrate, his brown eyes looking at him mischievously. "Yeah, I kinda could have guessed that," he replied with a grin. Regulus strained his posture, "Yeah, hum... I need a bouquet. For a birthday. My mothers."

"Okay, do you want to build one or pick one out?" The friendly man asked him with a smirk. However, when he noticed how lost he looked, he took pity on him, and his expression softened. "Alright, big boy, come'ere, I'll help you," he laughed softly and guided Regulus further into the shop.

And just like that, Regulus spent a couple of hours with the guy he learned was named James, who helped him pick the perfect bouquet. He didn't have the heart to tell him he didn't give a damn about whether or not his mother would like the bouquet. The passion in James' voice when he talked about flowers was so beautiful, Regulus felt at the same time so weak and so blessed to see it.

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After that, Regulus started coming to the shop quite often, always pretending to have a party or a birthday or whatever thing that required buying a bouquet. He just felt like he needed to see James again, more and more. And James wasn't complaining; it was the opposite, actually. But he wasn't blind, and after a few weeks of mutual pining, he took pity on the poor man and his cheesy excuses. He asked him out, loud and clear, and obviously Regulus said yes—it was all he was waiting for.

They went on a date, then two, then ten. And each time, James would offer Regulus flowers. Windflowers, lilac, jasmine, hydrangea, and amaryllis. All beautiful. A gentle gesture from a loving man. But James couldn't even start to understand how much that meant to Regulus. That's why he got surprised when he first came into Regulus's apartment and saw all the bouquets he had gotten him beautifully dried and hanging everywhere in the place.

"You kept them all?" He asked in disbelief. And Regulus wasn't even a little bit embarrassed as he replied, "Of course, you think I'd ever throw away something you offered me?" He sounded almost outraged; it felt so obvious to him. James turned to him with the most loving eyes and the cheesiest smile, "Oh, you really like me, don't ya?"

Regulus raised an eyebrow unimpressed. "No. I love you, you dumbass," he replied, and James' breath hitched. For a split second, Regulus thought he had said something wrong, but then James almost jumped on him, cupping his face gently and pulling him into a kiss. Soft, warm, and passionate. When they parted, Regulus's eyes were wide open as James looked at him as if he was the most precious and rare flower he had ever seen in his life. "I love you too."

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Not long after that, Regulus was helping James clean the shop after a busy day. "You know, I heard there is a flower language," he said casually. "Sure, flowers talk on their own, you know? Actually, they often tell more on ourselves than we could ever with words."

Regulus narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. "What do you mean by that?" James stopped his sweeping motion, resting his hand on the top of the broom. "Well, you remember when we met? You asked for a bouquet for your mother's birthday."

"Of course I remember," Regulus said—it was the best day of his life. "Well, you picked the flowers. And every flower you chose meant hurt, or anger, or vengeance." Regulus's brows furrowed. "Wait, they did?"

"Yeah, and the whole mixing of all these basically screamed, 'I hate you, bitch,' but you didn't know any of the meanings of those flowers," James smiled amused. Regulus passed a hand on his face. "So you mean that every flower has a meaning?" James nodded. "Course, and mixed with others, they can hold pretty strong messages."

Regulus raised a brow, looking up and down at James. "So... was there a message in all the flowers you offered me?" He asked, but of course he already knew the answer, because even if James wasn't the most mysterious or smart guy, he sure was the most romantic. And gosh, was that a romantic gesture.

"Oh darling, you wish," he smirked, and Regulus looked at him unimpressed. James cleared his throat. "Yeah, yes alright, there were messages..." He scratched the back of his neck.

"You cheeky bugger," Regulus scoffed with a soft smile. James made a dramatic gesture, theatrically putting his hand to his heart. "Alright now, they were good messages," he defended himself.

"Yeah?" Regulus approached the other guy with a tenderness in his deep blue eyes. "Yeah, they all meant, 'I really, really like you, Mr. Black'..." James leaned closer to Regulus above the broom between them. "So you kind of hypnotized me this whole time, eh?" At that, James chuckled. "Yeah, they call me the flower witch," he said with a cheesy smile that was quickly wiped off of his face by Regulus's soft lips.

"And... what flower am I then, you almighty flower witch?" He asked as he reluctantly pulled his face away. James hummed against his lips, his eyes searching the other man's. "Oh baby, you're definitely an orchid. Sophisticated, refined, and mysterious," he smiled, the answer coming so obviously to him. "You know, an orchid in the wrong environment will not bloom, but with the right care, they reveal their true beauty..." he continued in a deeper tone, before leaning against Regulus' lips again and whispering, "And they always come out to be the most beautiful of all, on the inside."

Regulus could feel his heart beating faster and faster like a crazy drum in his chest, his breath hitching. He leaned in to meet James' lips again in a deep, passionate kiss. James pulled away, breaking the kiss again despite the growl of Regulus. "Tell me, pretty boy, what flower am I?" He murmured and leaned to kiss softly Regulus' neck. The other man shivered under the ministration, his breath low. "You're a sunflower," he panted as James bit softly the delicate skin where his neck and shoulder meet.

"And why's that?" Regulus' hands came up to grip gently at James' messy curls as he tried to gather his thoughts together, "You're always so bright and warm, only seeing the good, like the sunflowers who only see the sun. You- you show the good... inside me, James," he said in a hushed tone, looking down at the boy with the glasses who stopped in his tracks. Their eyes met, and James pushed up against Regulus' lips again. But Regulus broke the kiss again, his hands gripping tightly at James' napkin. "Tell me, witch flower, which flowers would mean 'Will you be my boyfriend?'"

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