Always There Masterlist

First baby steps🐥

ok so i was looking through the links 🫣 and was wondering if you'd write something for "taking them both" that you put for rosekiller SKJDJDHDJD

glad you’re enjoying the links🤭🤭 and yes of course! (based off of this link) i hope u like this🫶🏻

warnings: threesome, throatfucking, degrading, rough sex, slapping use of “slut”, “whore”, “cumslut”, and “fuck-toy”

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barty thrusts into you from behind, running a hand over the bare swell of your ass. he kneads the soft flesh with his hand, so hard you’re sure it’ll leave a mark. you moan around evan’s cock, shoved so far down your throat you can barely think, let alone breathe.

you slide your mouth upwards to give yourself some air, leaving one hand to play with his balls to keep him occupied. the other is resting on his pubic bone, lazily playing with his curly hairs. evan taps your cheek. “take it again, slut.”

you obey, though you hardly have a choice as he roughly shoves your head back down. the two boys are on opposite ends of your body, but they’re both so deep you bet they can probably feel each other inside.

barty sticks a finger up your asshole, spreading a third hole of yours open. you whimper on evan’s cock, drool dripping down his shaft. barty hears you and laughs, slapping your ass cheek before adding another finger.

you feel like you’re being split open from three separate areas all at once.

evan grunts. “such a fucking whore, taking us both at once.”

his words cause your pussy to throb, and you can feel yourself leaking against barty’s dick. he twitches inside of you at the feeling.

“she’s just a little cumslut, a fuck-toy for us to use as we please,” barty chimes in, thrusting into you again, and again, and again.

“you should see her face,” evan says, nodding over at him while you softly squeeze his balls. “fucking crying, the little slut.”

barty laughs cruelly, forcing another finger into your tight little asshole.

tears drip down your face as you gag around evan’s huge cock, mixing with your saliva, his pre-cum, and both of your’s sweat. you slow your pace on his dick for a moment, trying to blink the mascara-filled tears away, and he slaps you sharply across the face. you feel the sting, knowing your cheek is bright red, and resume a quickened pace.

evan throws back his head, eyes fluttering shut. he reaches down with one hand and traces his finger around your swollen nipple. “oh, that’s good. just like that,” he pinches your nipple now, his free hand grabbing your exposed breast. “you little whore. such a dirty fucking slut, sucking me off while barty fucks you,” he continues muttering profanities as his cock jerks around inside your throat, pulling out to release thick ropes of cum across your face. you close your eyes as he paints you with his babies, licking your lips to get a taste.

evan continues playing with your tits as barty finishes inside of you, painting your insides white to match your fucked-out face.

oh my goodness, this was amazing! (i’m sobbing)

I am not writing this because I could not mentally take it but...

Imagine… being an Obscurus and best friends with Barty Crouch Jr.

You were eight years old when you met him.

A Muggle girl, too loud, too wild, too alive- a stark contrast to the quiet, polite boy with a sharp mind and a father that loomed over him like a shadow.

But with you? He wasn’t a Crouch. He was just Barty.

You built forts out of logs, ran barefoot through the pond, and shared a locket- two halves of a whole, a symbol of forever.

Imagine… falling sick the moment he turned eleven.

It started with headaches. Then nosebleeds. Then days where your limbs felt too heavy to move.

Barty didn’t understand. No one did.

One day, you were climbing trees and stealing sweets from the corner shop.

The next, you were shaking, feverish, slipping through his fingers.

And then- he left.

Hogwarts. Magic. A world you couldn’t follow him into.

He promised to write every day.

He did.

But no letter could stop the way your bones ached or the way the shadows in your room whispered.

Imagine… Barty researching Obscurials.

He was fourteen when he figured it out.

When he read about children who grew sick and died because they suppressed their magic.

Except- you weren’t suppressing it.

You never had magic to begin with.

But somehow, it was still killing you.

Imagine… Barty growing more desperate.

He tore through the Hogwarts library like a man possessed.

Potions. Enchantments.

He tried everything. He talked to anyone- everyone. He promised anything for answers. Anything for help.

Ancient texts. Dark rituals. Forbidden spells.

Once- he even tried to give you his own magic. Like a childish fever dream, something to awaken yours. Take yours. Fix yours.

It failed. Of course it did.

But that didn’t stop him from trying again. And again. And again.

Because Barty Crouch Jr. was a lot of things.

A prodigy. A disappointment. A son with too many expectations.

But to you- he was just a boy who couldn’t stand to lose his best friend.

Imagine… your final conversation with him.

You were eighteen, frail and pale, sitting in your childhood bed as Barty paced beside you. He had spent every year of his life loosing himself to try and regain you.

And it was tearing you apart inside.

He told you about his latest discovery, about the ritual he was planning.

He swore he was close.

You smiled. Soft. Knowing. Because he was always close.

And then you said it. So soft. So sweet.

So scratchy.. so quiet..

“Barty, it’s okay.”

And it broke him.

He fell to his knees beside your bed, clutching your frail hands, begging you not to go.

Because who was he without you? What identity did he have if you weren't there? What was all the Outstandings for? The letters? The years he spent learning every nook and cranny of magic- if he couldn't stop it?

Not yet. Not when he still had so much to fix.

“I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t watch you die.”

And so, you gave him one final gift. Because he had give you so much.

Too much.

“Then don’t,” you whispered. “Close your eyes.”

He did.

“Picture me."

And he did. And when his face twisted in anguish, you tutted. Running your small- much too small hands, through his black locks. “Not like that. Like me.”

And there she was. The vibrant ten-year-old who once dragged him through the streets, laughing like she had all the time in the world. Tugging him into alley ways and sneaking away from his parents.

“Write to me,” you said, voice barely a breath. “Write to that girl. That way… it will be like I never left.”

So he let go of your hand.

And he left.

He left you alone in that bed.

He walked away, fists clenched, locket pressed to his palm.

He didn’t look back. He forced himself through the meadow in your back yard, the bond you used to run in when you were younger, the swings that rocked.

And then- the explosion.

The shockwave knocked him to the ground.

The sky split open behind him.

And as he lay there, gasping, the locket in his hand felt heavier than ever.

You were gone.

Imagine… Barty writing letters to you all the time. From his years in the war, tales of Voldemort and his friends.

Even in Azkaban he made use of the walls and his nails.

Then under his imperious curse it was like a safe haven in his mind.

At first, they were daily.

Then weekly.

Then only when he could remember your face.

One day, he woke up and couldn’t remember if your eyes were green or blue. Brown or black. Purple or red.

Then your hair.

Your smile.

Your laugh.

And then, finally- your name.

He tried to write to you that night.

But the ink wouldn’t flow, because his hands hesitated.

Because for the first time in his life-

He didn’t know who he was writing to.

And that- not Azkaban, not the Dementors, not even the war-

That was the moment Barty Crouch Jr. truly died.

And the cruelest thing; in this form of death; he still wouldn't see you. Not yet.

༻¨*:· A PEARL ·:*¨༺

♪ It's just that I fell in love with a war ♪ ♪ Nobody told me it ended ♪

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ You break a bowl, Remus tries to comfort you. An argument ensues.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 reader's previous relationship was abusive 𖦹 a bloody hand (but nothing graphic) 𖦹 gn!reader (they/them pronouns) 𖦹 a sprinkle of angst 𖦹 hurt/comfort 𖦹 remus lupin calling you his darling and his love 🜷⌣🜷 𖦹 remus lupin being the best partner ever 𖦹 he's so boyfriend 𖦹 inspired by the song 'A Pearl' by Mitski  𖦹 fluffy ending bc i'm a huge crybaby 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 2.1k 

"Sometimes, I wish I was a star," Your voice was quiet as you peered into the black sky, stars scattered across it. They looked like pearls. Precious.

He looked at you in admiration, "Why?"

"Because they're up there," You sighed, "And they take time to paint each star. To them, each one is just as important as the one before, and they ensure they are all beautiful."

"Who's up there?" There was genuine interest in his tone, and it warmed your heart.

"The person I used to be." You felt silly saying it, and you were scared he was going to judge you.

There was a beat of silence.

Instead of judgement, he reached for your hand and interlocked your pinkies, whispering: "You're precious. Like a pearl."

Your face grew warm.

Remus anxiously waited for you—he was gnawing at his fingernails. He scolded himself; you hated when he chewed on his fingernails.

1:39

"They're only nine minutes late, Remus. It's okay. They're okay. We're okay," He muttered.

Remus had an underlying fear that you would leave him. It wasn't because of the whole werewolf thing—okay, maybe it was the werewolf thing, but only a little bit; and he was working on that.

It was because of something you were going through. Remus didn't understand what you were going through; he couldn't understand. That was one of the many intricate parts of your relationship.

You didn't want him to understand because he could only understand if he went through the same thing. You certainly did not want him to go through that.

That is what brought you here, on the floor, curled into yourself, sobbing.

"He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve me," You wailed, looking at your hands

Remus stood up, it had been half an hour, and he knew you weren't showing up.

He felt tired.

Not of you, never of you, but of this feeling. This emotion that appeared to be swallowing you whole and seemingly had its eyes set on your relationship as its next victim.

You heard the key in the door, and a wave of panic hit you. Then, as it washed over you—submerging you and taking your breath—the panic turned into guilt.

You were supposed to meet Remus at the park, and you were ... crying?

He toed his shoes off and walked to the kitchen, where he heard you weeping.

Upon seeing you, his heart felt like the shattered pieces of porcelain at your side. You were sobbing because you broke a bowl. Then, you started apologizing. It was frantic and compulsive, just a simple "I'm sorry" repeatedly falling from your chapped lips.

He wondered how anyone could see you like this and get mad at you.

"Darling?" He knew his voice had to be quiet. You were fragile right now—he assumed your breaking of the bowl triggered you. At this point in the relationship, identifying the trigger was somewhat easy. Identifying the feelings the trigger brought up was the challenging part. It didn't help that sometimes you couldn't articulate your feelings.

One of those times seemed to be now. Remus loathed that all you could say was, "I'm sorry."

Then, he noticed the dry blood on your hand and wanted to joke about how 

'You've only broken a bowl. You didn't kill someone, even though you've got literal blood on your hands.'

He didn't. Maybe he'll tell you later.

He knelt beside you.

Remus didn't think anything of it. He just wanted to wipe your cheek and relieve it from the layer of tears.

To him, it was harmless. To you, it was frightening.

You shrunk into yourself as he brought his hand up, and you scrunched your face, bracing for a slap, or a hit, or something physically violent.

Remus brought his hand down, and his lips pressed together.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," He whispered, "I'll never hurt you. You're safe her, Darling. You're safe."

Your next inhale was sharp, and your face relaxed with the shaky exhale that followed. You opened your eyes to look at Remus, who spoke gently, "Why don't I clean up your hand, okay?"

At your nod, he spoke again. "Can I touch you?"

You shake your head, "It's not because of you. It's— It's—"

At your wavering voice, he stepped in, "I know, Darling. I know"

He didn't understand why you felt you had to explain why you said no, just that you were wired to do so. It hurt him—deeply.

You stood slowly, knowing you would get dizzy if you stood too fast. And if you got dizzy, there was a possibility that you would fall, and if you did, Remus would either try to catch you, or you would injure yourself. If Remus caught you, he would be touching you, making you even more miserable. If you got hurt he—being the angel he is—would take the blame and never forgive himself. Both would make him feel worse. You already missed lunch together because you dropped this stupid bowl and—

"My Lovely?" Remus repeated for the fourth time; this time, it snapped you out of your frantic thoughts.

You looked at him, "Hm?"

"To clean your hand, I'm going to have to touch it. Is that okay?" His talking was slow and calm, and it oddly made you mad.

"I said I didn't want you to touch me!" You felt your heart beat faster, and adrenaline rushed over you.

Remus was so incredibly tired, and he didn't feel like fighting. He hated fighting with you—it was gut-wrenching.

"I know, but I don't want your hand to get infected because it's not clean."

"Stop speaking to me like I'm a child, Remus."

You knew what you were doing, and it was wrong, but it felt so right to pick a fight. You hated yourself for it.

Remus sighed.

You swore you could feel the blood pumping through your veins and drew your brows together, "Don't sigh at me."

Remus knew better than to indulge in your argument, but he couldn't help himself.

"All I am trying to do is help you."

Your brain was foggy, "Well, you're not helping. If anything, you're making it WORSE!"

You have said a lot of things in past arguments. Never anything like this.

"Wait, no—" You quickly went to correct yourself.

"I'm making it worse?" He repeated your bitter words. "Really? Because if I'm making it worse, I can leave. I can leave you here and never try to help you again if I make everything so much worse."

"That's not what I said!" You argued back, "I never said you make everything worse. Stop twisting my words!"

"I'm not twisting your words, Y/n. This—" He waved his arms around the broken porcelain, then around you, "this is everything."

Too far.

"I am a person, Remus. I am not just my trauma." Your voice was quiet.

"Aren't you!?"

You looked at your bloody hand, "I'm sorry, Remus. I—" Your voice cracked, and you went silent.

Hit turn to feel guilty.

"Can I clean your cut?" He muttered.

You gave him your hand.

"Can I touch you?"

You somberly nodded your head.

His touch was soft, and you started to sweat. You hated this feeling. You hated fearing that his fingers would turn harsh after they softly cleaned your hand.

And you felt bad for being scared, because you knew Remus would never hurt you. Still, something in you was constantly on edge, a primal instinct to protect yourself before you got hurt.

He once said you reminded him of a pearl. He would give you pearl necklaces and earrings and bracelets. A precious pearl, that's what he would call you.

The jewelry stayed in your jewelry box, untouched since you left him. You weren't sure why you kept them—maybe to remind yourself that it was real. It could be because the pearls symbolized what you thought his love was.

It wasn't love, though, it was manipulation, and it was toxic.

And, as much as you didn't want to believe it, it was abuse.

Perhaps you kept the pearls because they were part of that toxicity.

Remus finished cleaning your hand somewhat ten minutes ago; you hadn't realized, too deep in thought.

Too busy thinking about the pearls again.

He stained part of you, a part of yourself that you now call The Pearl.

It started small, and you were able to control it at first.

Now, it seemed unmanageable.

The Pearl taunted you. It told you to be explosive because it knew Remus wouldn't be. Explosions cause chaos, and chaos is safe. That's what it told you.

But then, when the chaos was over and done with, it told you that you were toxic and abusive—it said you were a monster and that you were just like him.

You would indulge in The Pearl—you did everything it told you to do. You believed everything it told you to believe.

Maybe you were toxic.

"Y/n?" Remus repeated. His voice was quaint and delicate. You could tell he didn't want to startle you.

"Do you want to go sit on the couch? Maybe we can talk over there?"

You nodded, trudged your way to the couch, and plopped down. A heavy sigh escaped your lips.

You, too, were tired of this feeling.

Once he sat down, you quickly spoke, "I'm sorry, Remus."

"I'm not going to tell you it's okay 'cos it wasn't, but I'm also sorry. I said some very hurtful things, and I know better than to let it get out of hand—"

You wanted to scream, not at Remus, at yourself. You interrupted him, "Remus, t's not your fault. I let it get to me."

"My Darling, I'm still having trouble understand what 'it' is. I know you've tried before, but can you try and explain again? Because I can't keep doing this. My Lovely, I can't keep arguing with you. It hurts too much."

Perhaps it wasn't the best wording, but you knew what he meant.

"I'm sor—"

He cut you off, "Don't apologize."

You nodded.

"It's like there's this—" You took a deep breath. You had to tell him, no matter how scary it was.

"He used to call me his precious pearl," You started, looking down into your laps where your hands rested, "And I was his. He trapped me for years, and I became his."

Remus didn't like hearing that, but he put his anger aside.

"He changed me, Remus." You looked into his soft, lovely amber eyes. He wasn't judging you.

"Do you know how pearls form?"

He looked at you with confusion and shook his head.

"When an oyster comes in contact with a foreign substance, it traps and covers it with the same stuff that makes its shell. As time goes on, this material—the one that makes the shell—builds and creates a pearl."

Remus slowly nods, "Okay."

"Well, when this process occurs naturally, it doesn't hurt the oyster." You look back down into your lap, "But there are pearl farms where harvesters will cut the oyster and insert irritants." You looked back at him, "Pearls are formed to defend the oyster. When this process happens artificially, it usually hurts the oyster because the harvesters do it with little care."

Remus nodded again, "You know I'm very interested in the things you enjoy talking about, but I'm not sure if this is the right time to be talking about pearls."

"Just wait. It has to do with this, okay?"

When he nodded, you kept speaking. "So, I'm like an oyster, and he was like a pearl farmer. There's this part of me that I call 'The Pearl,' it helps protect me, but not in the right way. Before he could take the pearl, I left, and now I'm trying to remove it, but it's hard and it hurts. It hurts so much." You hoped you were making sense. "Now, I'm with you, and I love it. I love this relationship so much, Remus. I do. And I love you, you're so gentile and you don't even want to make a pearl from me, but I've got one, and it hurts, and I don't know how long it'll take to remove it—I don't know if I can remove it."

Remus was starting to understand. "So, The Pearl, it makes you—" He was very careful with his words, "It created chaos?"

"Mhm"

"As a ... defense mechanism?"

You nodded, "It's because I'm not used to being in such a calm relationship. It feels unnerving, so The Pearl is telling me to create the explosions 'cos that's how it's "s'posed" to be, and then you'll leave, and—" Your inhale was shaky, "And then I turn into a harvester and The Pearl is happy with that because I don't get hurt."

He was quick to respond, "You will never become a harvester, and I won't leave." He shook his head to himself, "I won't ever leave you."

You looked at him with adoration, "Even though I've got a pearl?"

"Even though you've a pearl," He confirmed. "We can work on extracting it together, okay? How's that sound?"

Your heart felt so warm and so full, "That sounds nice."

He curtly nodded and stood up, "You want a cwtch?"

"The bowl," You whispered.

He smiled softly, "I cleaned it up—while you were thinking earlier."

Remus told you his stupid joke as he held you. You felt safe as you laughed, saying: "I do have lots of skeletons in my closet, though. That okay?"

He smiled, "I love spooky shit."

It made you laugh harder.

Maybe you could finally wave your white flag of surrender.

No more war, no more pearls.

Thank you for reading, my lovelies

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Marauders Era P Links!

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warnings: p*rn. obviously. peter is included sorry. twitter. kinda use ur imagination in some of them? they don’t really look like the character but when i watched the vids i just thought who fit which character most yk

i hate having stuff if my drafts, so i’m going to post this and edit it when i come across videos i like. i will also make a post for the lighting era as well!

if any of these do not work please let me know so i can fix/remove it!

<3 = favs

James Potter

fingering sub!james for the first time

car sex with james

fully clothed james

riding james<3

Remus Lupin

you fucking remus outside

professor remus

riding remus’s face<3

remus has a thick cock

sensual sex with remus

Sirius Black

giving sirius a handy

sirius eating you out

sirius fingering you

sensual sex with sirius (this one could also be put as james but i said sirius bc of the tattoos)

Peter Pettigrew

peter eating you out

thigh fucking with peter

size kink with peter

Lily Evans

lily and u making out

lily touching herself

lily riding (male) you

making lily cum w/ just ur fingers

Mary Macdonald

sexy stuff with mary

mary fucking you w/ a strap

Marlene Mckinnon

third base with marlene

fucking marlene with a strap

Dorcas Meadows

scissor w/ dorcas

Dumb thing that would not leave my brain

teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

@futurecorps3 STOP THIS IS LITERALLY SO AMAZING!! I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE SO MUCH 🫢🫢

Hey, amazing work on “Veil” 🌌

I was hoping to request a Remus Lupin x fem!reader. Where the reader is a pure blood Slytherin and it’s almost the end of their 6th year and her Parents are planing to get her engaged.

Could this be inspired by Taylor Swift’s “Run”

Thanks. I hope you have an awesome day/night

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Summary: Again, the request sums it up Pairing: Remus Lupin x slytherin!pureblood!fem!reader Warnings: so much angst I'm actually so sorry about this one!! Happy ending though<3 added Jegulus because they're my babies, arranged marriage, Moony stops eating cause he's sad, smoking, Remus gets thin, yeah i think that’s it!! Word Count: 4.6K! Requested: Yes

A/N: UGHHHH THIS IS SO MFING GOOD! Thanks for trusting me with this request lovie<3 hope you like it. Also, I've never quite understood how Harry would exist alongside Jegulus but let's not mind that, and with "The Potters" I mean Reggie and James because he took his last name. <3

He was used to it by now; Seeing Lucius approach her during lunch trying to hold her hand, him getting teachers to pair them up in team projects, and even when he interrupted Remus mid-sentence when they were talking to invite her to a date she'd rejected. Moony wishes he could say he doesn't care, but he does.

Not because he thought his girlfriend of three years liked Malfoy, of course not. He cared because he couldn't bear the thought of losing Y/N to all this pure-blood nonsense, a decision she couldn't interfere with and neither could he, since it was one as big as the wedding her parents were currently planning. The couple found out one day when a letter was delivered to Y/N's dorm.

After movie night with the marauders, Regulus, Evan and Lily, the girl had gone to rest alongside Sirius' brother. Their laughs and jokes made on the way to the Slytherin chambers were soon forgotten when she stepped on a piece of paper laying in front of her door.

"Night Y/N/N" mumbled the Black brother, but she didn't answer, making him turn his gaze upon her. She immediately recognized her parent's handwriting and picked it up from the floor swiftly, opening it with shaky hands. Regulus saw her tense up and drop the letter, going pale immediately.

"Y/N?" he asked as he walked next to her. That's when he noticed the tears in her eyes. Before he could ask one more time, she was running out of the dorms in a sobbing mess. He picked up the piece of paper before following, unable to catch up but never giving up on his friend.

To Regulus, he was forever in debt to Y/N. Thanks to her, he had made amends with his brother and because of that, found the love of his life. James' love was a constant reminder of why not only forgiveness but also love are important to keep. He couldn't leave her alone. Eventually, after a while of running, she reached a cliff and stopped, knees buckling as she cried harder into her hands. The strong wind made her shiver like a leaf, but that could've also been the void in her stomach.

Regulus grabbed the piece of paper and read what got her that fragile:

"Dear Y/N; We wish to discuss a matter of great importance, one that may initially come as a surprise. After much consideration, we have decided to arrange an engagement between you and Lucius Malfoy. This decision is rooted in our family's tradition and the responsibilities that come with our lineage. We understand your emotions and aspirations, but we believe this alliance is in the best interest of our family's future. We ask you to approach this situation with an open mind and maturity, as it carries significant implications for our family's legacy. We will be here to provide guidance and support as you navigate this path. With love, mom and dad."

He held her, shedding a few tears as if he too could feel the pain his friend had to overcome. Then they walked to the Gryffindor dorms, waking up Remus. They cried some more.

Ever since then, Lucius Malfoy had tried his very hardest to at least get along with Y/N. He didn't really mind the engagement since before his parents told him all about it; he was convinced he'd die a virgin and alone. These intentions, accompanied by the evident pride he took in stealing someone else's girlfriend, drove Remus insane.

Godric knows how many times he'd cry on either Y/N or his best friend's arms about it. It's not because they won't be together, no; It's her sorrow that kills him slowly. Since the letter arrived, her aura had shifted, and rightfully so. The smile her boyfriend adored was now a rare occurrence, the same goes for her jokes.

There was this incessant pain in Remus' heart telling him to enjoy as much as he could for as long as they could be together, that this would all fade and they would be another kind of victims falling to the upcoming war. At times like these, there was no place for good natured love and pure intentions; faith was the only thing left.

Faith in their dreams, now obscured by the dreadful reality of their situation, faith in fairness which proved to be nonexistent with each passing day; faith in things that were long gone. As for her, helplessness was the right word to describe the void inside. She didn't believe in all the pureblood bullshit, and her parents knew. Sometimes she wondered if this was all a big ruse to push their beliefs on their daughter.

Leaving Remus was never a choice, never in her mind.

She gazes at him with a heart full of emotions that seem to swirl like a gentle breeze through the leaves of a forest. His presence ignites a flicker of warmth deep within her chest, a feeling that dances like a hidden flame waiting to be discovered. Whenever they're together, her heart finds its rhythm, like a melody guided by his very presence. It's as though he holds the key to a lock she never knew existed, unlocking a realm of sensations she's only dreamed of.

With him, she feels seen, truly seen – her hopes, dreams, and fears laid out in the open, yet met with a gentle understanding that erases any sense of vulnerability. There's an unspoken language between them, a connection that transcends words. A single glance from him can speak volumes, carrying secrets that only they share.

The brush of his hand against hers sends shivers down her spine, an electric current that reminds her of the power of their bond. In his company, laughter is brighter, and time seems to stretch and contract, as if they exist in a world of their own making. It's the way he listens, really listens, that makes her heart swell. His interest in her thoughts, her stories, makes her feel like the protagonist in her own fairy tale.

She's learned that true love is about growing together, supporting each other's dreams, and discovering new facets of themselves through the journey. His flaws and quirks only make him more endearing, and she finds herself embracing the imperfections that make him uniquely him.

When she's asked how she feels about Remus, she struggles to find the right words. It's like trying to capture a sunbeam in a jar – an impossible task. But if she were to distill it down, she'd say that being with him feels like finding a missing puzzle piece, completing a picture she never knew was unfinished. It's a love that's both exhilarating and comforting, a love that's found a home within her heart.

Things she knew she'd never find in someone like Lucius. Or anyone else, for that matter.

Now Christmas break was approaching, and they'd both leave. It would be a month without seeing her. A month lost. A month they'd both wish, in a couple of years, they could have for themselves. Sirius, James, Peter and the other Gryffindors had made sure to crash in the common room or sleep with their partners for the past week; they could see how hard it must be for their friend and opted to give the couple some privacy before they left.

Remus woke up to an empty bed the morning they were to go home. Not only that, but there was something different in the air; there was something lacking in the air. After not feeling Y/N by his side after stretching his arms to hold her, he sat up quickly, looking around the room. There was no sign of her shoes, or the bags she packed with him the night before weren't near the door.

He walked out of the dorm in a haste, wearing only one sock and his boxers. "Sirius!" he yelled, waking his best friend up from the comfortable sleep he was having on the couch. "Sirius, wake up! I-I can't find Y/N" he breathed again, looking behind the curtains as if she'd magically appear there. "What on earth are you on about, mate?" Padfoot asked, yawning while fixing his messy locks.

"She's not here, Pads I-I-" He inhaled in desperation, panic invading his body at the reality he wasn't ready to face; Y/N left without saying goodbye. Sirius incorporated, putting some trousers on and his Queen shirt, throwing his friend a cardigan he had laying around. "What are you doing?" the lycanthrope asked as he put the sweater on.

"Well, if she left already, we can catch her before she boards the train! Go put some bloody shoes on!!!" "D-don't say that! She'd never do that." He shook his head, freezing in place. She'd never do that to him, she'd never do that to them. Remus didn't really notice when he started crying until Sirius wiped the tears off his cheeks.

"Remus, she's gone, but we still have a chance of seeing her for the last time before you go your separate ways for a month and she becomes words on paper. I understand this is hard for you, but I need you to go put some fucking Convers on before you regret not even trying to see her".

It was too late when they got to the platform. She caught the first train when Remus and she were supposed to be on the last and get to London together before parting ways. The only thing they found was a weeping Regulus and James, sitting on one bench as the last comforted his boyfriend. Remus stared at the empty tracks when he finally accepted she was gone, his friends standing behind him.

"It's okay mate, you'll see her when we're back" Sirius tried to soothe, but Regulus let out a small "No he won't!" that worked for the dam to break, making his sobs louder and harder. Moony turned with wide eyes and kneeled before the youngest Black brother, gripping him by the shoulders. "What?" he asked, fearing the worst. He handed him a silver chain with a cameo dangling from it, a small paper inside reading "I love you forever, my moon" in Y/N's handwriting.

"She's not coming back to Hogwarts, h-her parents are making her a death eater and they don't want her here anymore".

Remus stared at the jewellery in his hands, feeling his chest cave in itself and everything inside breaking in small pieces. His cracked ribs stabbed his heart, which would no longer beat without Y/N. And it made sense for a girl like her; she didn't want to cause both of them more pain. She left early in the morning, pressing a kiss to Remus' freckled nose before asking Regulus for help, him being the only person who she bid her goodbyes to.

Then, a wrecked sob was heard through the now almost empty station. Well, James, Sirius and Regulus knew it was the sound of their friend's heart falling apart into pieces, but for those still in the castle it could've just been the wind.

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Two weeks proved James wrong. He told Remus he'd feel better soon, but he just kept getting worse and worse. No cheap excuse or loud screaming could ease the ache in his chest, that void in his stomach that seemed to deepen even when he did things he used to find joy in. The Potter residence was a safe heaven for the marauders, so he figured he'd spend the holidays there.

That didn't help either. Sirius had moved with them early in the year, which meant the guest room was no longer available and he had to sleep on the couch. Uncomfortable nights spent on silencing his salty tears so Euphemia or Fleamont wouldn't hear (they could tell by his eye bags and red, puffy eyes every morning but chose against asking since their sons told them enough), left Remus sure he'd go insane before Christmas.

He tried writing to her, but his owl came back with his letters all crumbled up. Not a note or a sign of her being okay, just his words staring -almost mockingly- back at him. He stopped trying after the fifth one came in pieces inside the same envelope he used. His diet consisted of a pack of cigarettes and coffee per day, though sometimes Effie could get him to down a glass of water and some biscuits.

Maybe if Remus had held her a bit tighter that night or was woken up by the sound of the door, he could've convinced her to stay. To stay with him until break to see what they could figure out together. The chain Y/N left with him dangled from his pale chest as he looked at Sirius, trying to figure out how to drive his dad's muggle car.

He sipped on his third cup of coffee that morning as his best friend sped down the street with Fleamont sitting next to him, not yet ready to give the vehicle completely, though Padfoot knew how to drive almost perfectly. A loud voice pulled him out of his thoughts, accompanied by a loud screeching on pavement "Wanna try Moons!? We could blast Bowie when they play him on the radio!".

Remus rolled his eyes and stepped inside the house, determined to get past the third sentence of the page from his most recent read since he couldn't for the life of him last night. He knew his friends meant well; They had been trying to cheer him up with things like these since he got to their home, but even when he tried baking with James, he didn't feel better.

Plus, he knew how to drive a muggle car. "Like it's hard" he mentally scoffed, plopping down on the couch as the morning light bled into the living room. He lit another cigarette and pretended to be paying attention to the words on his book, swiftly drying the stray tears his consuming thoughts of Y/N provoked when he got too carried away.

He didn't need his best friend's driving lessons or sweet pastries. He needed her to look at him in the eye and tell him she'd marry Lucius without even trying to put up a fight against her parents. Remus needed Y/N. That was his last thought before he fell asleep.

Sirius grabbed his still lit cigarette and put it out as James closed his book, propped his long legs on the couch and covered him up with a fuzzy red blanket. All they knew was that he needed help and they'd be there with him in every step of the way until he felt at least one percent better than the day before.

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"That was three!" "The dice says two, and I moved two, stop bugging me Prongs". Remus knew Sirius had moved three but didn't bother on calling him out, limiting himself to grabbing the dice and roll them, getting an outstanding twelve. After seeing nothing really helped improve his mood, his best friends proposed a game night, since Moony loved them so much.

He moved the little metal top hat twelve spaces across the Monopoly board, landing in one of James' properties. "How much?" He asks, grabbing the fake money from the side. "That would b-" "Oh for fuck's sake, Remus!" scoffed the Black brother, tossing his money on the table, making the board rattle and mess up the game.

"What was that for!?" Asked Prongs, looking at both of his friends. Sirius glared daggers at his friend, shaking his head in frustration. "We know it's hard, but at least help us help you! W-we've been trying to cheer you up for weeks but it's like you don't even want to get better" the raven haired boy exclaimed.

Both James and Remus knew he didn't manage his or others' negative feelings, and they tried to be comprehensive, but in Moony's state, he couldn't find a single speck of compassion in his being. "Sirius don't be mean" "It's true James! It's like he's not even trying...".

That was the last thing he needed. With an accusatory finger and tears in his eyes, Remus got up and close to Padfoot who challenged him with just a look. "You don't know how it feels when someone takes away all you care for in this world and being so-so helpless... so shut the fuck up!" He howled, drying his tears before they dispersed on his face. Prongs' heart broke a little when he saw how his walls were up for his best friend, not wanting to seem weak by crying.

"Oh Y/N is all you care for now? You were in love, big fucking deal. The people who have been there for you and have never let you down are all in this house and you're making it hard for them to even breathe near you!" the boy spat back, getting up as well and not caring about the fact that Remus still towered over him greatly.

"Sirius stop" muttered James as his friends started a staring contest, right before Moony lunged at Sirius and started knocking down everything on the table. They weren't punching each other, but more like tugging and trying to physically pull the other to the ground. Potter's strong yet useless attempts at breaking them up only resulted in more anger coming to the fight.

The sight itself looked like a renaissance painting; two brothers crying yet letting the anger and pride consume them as they tussled in the family house. Grunting and some shouting resumed, Sirius was short but quite strong, which meant no advantage against Remus since he almost doubled him in size and wasn't exactly weak. At the commotion, the only adults at the house came running down the stairs from their room and broke them apart.

They kept staring at each other while catching their breaths as they got scolded for their behavior. "Sirius, out" Said Fleamont, already directing him to the door. "Why do I have to go outside!? It's all his fault-" "Go clear your head and come back until you've calmed down!" His dad had a gentle manner most of the time, but the stern tone that overtook his voice had always shaken Sirius to the core, so he had nothing else to do other than what he was told.

Now James was crying too, head cradled in his hands as Remus sat completely spent in the couch that worked as a bed at the time. Euphemia brewed him a cup of tea and sat beside him, cooing him until he felt better while Fleamont cleaned the mess they had made. "I'm sorry Effie" he mumbled, ashamed of how he lost himself in the heat of the moment "It's okay sweet boy... it'll pass, I promise" the woman spoke, running her hands through his hair and kissing him on the forehead softly.

She felt nothing but compassion towards his son's best friend. At their age, broken hearts felt like the worst thing in the world, but those things tended to be mutual or one-sided, not forced into teenagers on top of arranged marriage. The inner turmoil going on inside his head was something she wouldn't dare to peek in, knowing it was strong enough to lose oneself in the self. When Sirius came back, he didn't look at his family and just locked himself inside his room to sleep. Everyone followed suit after making sure Remus was okay, and left him to rest.

He didn't. At about twelve pm, he grabbed the keys of Monty's car and drove into the night, ready to get all the answers he needed.

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He knew that his secret summer visits would pay off eventually. As he left the car behind one garden of his girlfriend's family's manor, Remus couldn't help but think back to all the times he had sneaked in -potentially risking his life- in a completely different mood; The afternoons they spent in the garden reading, or cuddling while having deep chats in her room.

A lot had changed, and something told him it wouldn't stop. He repeated the routine he had memorized by heart, climbing over a fence which he now could say was familiar and could land a graceful fall on the other side, making sure Y/N was in her room basing off the light being turned on or not and climbing up a series of wooden finishes that stuck out from the building.

Easy, except this time, she wasn't exactly expecting him. Her window was open, and he landed on her bed, but in an empty room. At this rate of the process, he would already be covered in her blood red lipstick from so many kisses as a present for putting up with all the acrobatics needed to get to her. Now he was alone in an empty room.

There was a beautiful white dress sitting on a mannequin in a far corner where her record player used to be. Remus walked over to it quietly. It had puffy sleeves along with a gorgeous corset and he remembered she once told him that's exactly how her dream dress would be like, making him smile because at least she's getting to wear something she likes.

He sat back on her bed, looking around, and realized the dress was the only new thing; Her desk was still a mess next to her closet. The sheets he had spent days and nights wrapped in were still white, with little red flowers and some clothes were laying on the ground, all smelling like his girl. He didn't realize when he started crying.

The void was there again, but he had to be quiet or- "Remus?". Time froze, and he knew who the voice belonged to because how could he not? Somehow, he was scared to look up and face it all. Maybe she'd be mad at him and he just single-handedly ruined the last chance to get her back, maybe she hated him and-

A soft hand took hold of his chin and made him look and there she was, his bright girl. Not so bright at the moment, though, no. Y/N had a soft yet noticeable frown on her face; she was paler, like the life was sucked out of her by this whole situation. "No, baby, don't" he whispered, getting up and pulling her into his chest.

Remus thought he was angry. That the only thing he'd do was scream and ask why she left without saying goodbye, but now the only thing that mattered was that he could smell her hair and feel her skin under his fingertips. She sobbed, whispering small "I'm so sorry"s like a lost prayer, closer to his heart to know she really meant it. They cried together, a silent agreement of peace.

All was good between them. Y/N had her reasons, and she'd explain if she wanted to. Remus didn't mind. Remus only wanted them together. "H-How did you get here I-" "I kind of stole the Potter's car..." he smiled through the tears, making her dryly chuckle as well. The couple sat on the bed. He grabbed the girl's hands in a strong grip as he looked into those pools of y/e/c he had missed so much.

"How you been?" He sighed, seeing her distress even when she tried not to show it "Bad. The Malfoys have been coming over for dinner in the past week a-and now I can't hide from Lucius... at least my dress is pretty, see?" She sheepishly uttered, weakly pointing at the garment her boyfriend had scanned just moments ago. "It's gorgeous, darling".

After a moment of silence, Y/N returned his question, adding a small "you look thin" in the end. "Staying with the Potters has made me realize how terrible of a guest I can be. I feel ashamed. Sirius probably hates me b-because we had this huge fight and-" "Moody Moony" she giggled. Godric, how he missed that laugh. How he missed her. Remus leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips.

And when she crawled on his lap and he tasted her tears, he knew this would not be their end. It couldn't and he wouldn't allow it. They wouldn't be a tragic love story like the ones he read about, no. They deserved better. He pulled away, using the sleeve of his sweater to dry her face but staying close to her.

"Let's leave, Y/N".

"Where would we go?" The girl tearily said, not denying the possibility once. "W-we can go live with Effie and Flea for a while until we get a flat of our own. When we finish school, we'll work and we can move far away. Just us." Gods, he sounded like a small child talking of his dream fantasy life. He knew, but didn't mind.

"They'll find me, Remus. Merlin knows what they will do to me if they find out!" They had to try. "We have to try, love. Please. I-I can't lose you, Y/N! I can't sleep, I can't eat, I haven't smiled since you left... You can't marry that bastard- just- please." He pleaded as muggles do on churches, kneeling down to everything they held sacred and just prayed so things would turn out right.

Y/N was everything he held sacred, and he thanked every god when she nodded with a teary smile, getting up to pack her bag.

And so, they ran away together. Two kids in love with nothing much to lose but risking the bit of ordinariness that they had with a war looming over their heads. They used the front door to leave, their rapid steps reverberating in the cold marble tiles of the mansion before they exited and ran from the place Y/N had called home for so long.

The couple crashed at James' place for a short time before realizing that if Y/N's parents were looking for her along with death eaters, they could get the Potters in trouble. Regulus offered them his family's money, seeing as they still didn't know he was dating a "blood traitor", he was safe and got a shitload of cash as an allowance.

Prongs and his parents also gave them something to contribute and soon, they were two eccentric teenagers living all by themselves on a flat all their neighbors wondered how they payed. They ended their last year at Hogwarts with no setbacks (word had it the Dark Lord forced her parents to focus on their mission instead of finding their daughter to which they enthusiastically obliged) and in 1979, joined the Order of the Phoenix.

During the war, Regulus's disclosure about Voldemort's plan to kill the Potters was crucial to their survival and the war coming to an end. But as he promised Y/N, things turned out just fine. They couldn't say things were easy all the time, no. But now, as Remus and Y/N stared at Harry playing with his trucks in the backyard while his parents went out on a date, they knew it was all worth it.

She felt her fiance's arms wrap around her waist, a cup of tea for her in Remus' hands. "He's so cute" she giggled, mumbling a small "thanks" to him for the warm beverage. He hummed in response, smiling at the little boy asking his uncle and aunt to go play with him. How could you say no to that face?

Their house was a two store building on a quiet street in London. They had a big garden (now filled with their nephew's toys), fresh air and records playing nonstop. Despite their tumultuous past, Remus and Y/N's love remained unwavering, allowing them to live a peaceful life together.

In their eyes, an unspoken language is spoken, a connection woven from shared glances, small gestures, and the depth of their shared history. Their hands find each other's, a constant reminder that they are not alone on this journey. Their footsteps echo through the streets they've walked together, imprinted with the steps of a love that has danced through both sunshine and rain.

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James Potter Drabbles

✩ = 18+, mdni

James apologizes to hufflepuff!you after a prank gone wrong

Roommate!James takes care of you when you're sick

You have a complicated relationship with touch, and James loves you just the same

James protects you from the cold

James x you when you're uncomfortable around drunk people

You inadvertently torment bestfriend!James with your hotness

You introduce James to nipple piercings (he's a fan)

Touchy bestfriend!James is obsessed with your boobs

James is beyond proud when you pass your big test

You're anxious and PMSing, and James is The Best

You both misplace your glasses

Hockey player!James experiences love at first sight with figure skater!reader

Your muscley boyfriend James gives you the hug of the year

You wash James' hair after a long day

James gets a lesson on waxing moon rituals from whimsical!reader

James knows you're not so innocent

You give James flowers

Roommate!James is way too nice to you when you come home drunk

You and James are both very fit and achey (massages help)

James doesn't care about your acne

James is (lovingly) worried when whimsical!reader brings home a friend

James loves your nose

James is lovestruck for whimsical!reader

James gets into a slight tizzy when you scrape your knee

James comforts you when you worry you're a not a good person

James helps when you have a nosebleed

James is obsessed with plus size!reader

You help bodyguard!James in his time of need

James is smitten with you, Sirius' sister

You accessorize James' bicep

James is drunk and staunchly loyal

fireman!James rescues you from an elevator

James loves to tease ✩

Giggly sex with James ✩

jealous? who, me?

theodore nott x reader where you meet his friends for the first time and daphne is definitely not in your good books

↬ word count : 931 words ˎˊ˗

↬ warnings : secondhand embarrassment (for daphne) ⭑.ᐟ

↬ author's note : i loved this too much (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

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You weren’t supposed to be feeling this way. This was Theodore’s night—his friends, his circle, his world. You’d come to the party with the intention of being supportive and charming, maybe even making a good impression.

Until Daphne Greengrass entered the picture.

She was pretty. Too pretty. Effortlessly gorgeous with her sleek blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, and a laugh that danced through the room like wind chimes. And the worst part? She knew Theodore—knew him well.

You stood beside Theodore, nursing your wine glass and trying to maintain a polite smile as Daphne monopolized the conversation. Her hand brushed his arm—again—and she tossed her hair back with an almost rehearsed air of effortlessness.

Theodore, ever the gentleman, leaned in slightly to hear her better, his lips twitching at something she said. You weren’t entirely sure what was so funny, but you were sure it wasn’t that funny.

“Oh, that’s funny,” you muttered under your breath, your voice laced with dry amusement.

Theodore’s brow quirked, but before he could speak, Daphne excused herself. “Excuse me for a second, I need to grab a drink,” she said, flashing you a quick glance, one you could only describe as calculating.

Theodore turned to you as soon as she was out of earshot, his brows knitting together in mild confusion. “What’s funny?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.

You smiled sweetly, far too sweetly. “Nothing, Tesoro. Just enjoying the show.”

One brow arched as he slid an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Amore mio,” he murmured, his voice carrying a teasing edge. “Should I be worried?”

You took a deliberate sip of your wine, eyes flickering toward the direction Daphne had gone. “Not at all. I think you’re the one being thoroughly entertained.”

Theodore’s lips twitched again, this time with a barely concealed laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” you shot back, your smile sharp enough to cut.

His brow quirked, but before he could say something, Daphne made her way over, holding two glasses of champagne. She handed one to Theodore, completely ignoring you.

“Thought you might need a refill,” she said, her tone light and lilting. “We wouldn’t want you getting parched, would we?”

You raised your own glass slightly. “Oh, don’t worry, Daphne. I’m keeping him hydrated just fine.”

Daphne’s smile faltered for half a second before she recovered. “How thoughtful of you.”

“Isn’t it?” you replied, tilting your head with faux innocence. “I like to take care of my things.”

Theodore’s grip on your waist tightened, and you could feel the low rumble of a laugh in his chest, though he didn’t let it escape. Instead, he pressed his lips to your temple in what was meant to be a calming gesture but only fueled your sass.

“So,” Daphne began, clearly trying to redirect. “Theo was just telling me about the time we went to Monaco together. What a trip, right?”

“Monaco?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “How quaint. Theo and I were just talking about planning something grander. Italy, maybe. You know, somewhere with a bit more... romance.”

Daphne blinked, clearly thrown off. “Italy’s nice. I’ve been to Tuscany a few times.”

“Of course you have,” you replied, swirling your wine lazily. “So cultured of you.”

Theodore cleared his throat, his grip on your waist now firmly grounding. “Amore mio,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. “Play nice.”

“I am playing nice,” you whispered back, your tone dripping with faux sweetness. “She started it.”

“I heard that,” Daphne said, smiling tightly.

“Oh, good,” you said, flashing her a grin. “I’d hate for you to feel left out.”

Theodore’s shoulders shook slightly as he tried—and failed—to suppress a laugh. “Daphne, why don’t you tell me about that new project you mentioned earlier?” he asked, his voice steady despite his amusement.

“Oh, yes!” Daphne launched into an explanation about some fashion venture she was working on, her hands gesturing animatedly. You nodded along, your expression politely disinterested, until she said something you couldn’t resist.

“It’s been such a challenge finding the right balance between trendy and timeless, you know?” Daphne said.

“Oh, I wouldn’t know,” you replied airily. “I just wear whatever Theo likes to take off.”

Daphne’s cheeks turned a shade of pink that clashed horribly with her dress, and Theodore’s hand on your waist flexed as he pulled you even closer.

“Cara mia,” he said softly, his voice low and filled with warning. “Behave.”

“I’m behaving,” you said innocently, glancing up at him with wide eyes. “Aren’t I, Daphne?”

Daphne set her champagne down on a nearby table, her smile now more brittle than bright. “Well, it’s been lovely catching up, Theo,” she said, barely sparing you a glance. “I’ll see you around.”

As soon as she walked away, Theodore let out a quiet laugh, his forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

“She’s impossible,” you shot back.

“She’s harmless.”

“She’s obnoxious.”

He straightened, his dark eyes gleaming as he looked at you. “You’re jealous.”

“Am not.”

“You are,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Fine,” you admitted, crossing your arms. “Maybe I didn’t love the way she looked at you.”

“Amore mio,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “She could look at me all she wants. I’m still going home with you.”

You huffed, but the way his hand slid up your back and the warmth in his eyes softened your irritation.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.

“And you’re lucky I find you endlessly entertaining,” he replied, leaning down to kiss you.