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Yes ,I am so excited for the boxing match! I feel like we need some punishment after all this fluffy sex.

Falling for you ( Falling from Grace) Jungkook x OC

Summary : Friends with benefits? Or maybe Enemies who just happen to be each other’s best fuck? Areum and Jungkook love driving each other crazy, but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6

Chapter 7

“A two hour lunch break and a limp? You’ve been busy , I see…..” Hobi remarked mildly , when I slinked back to my desk, thighs still shaking . 

I winced when I sat down, glaring at him.

“I sprained my ankle….” I snapped, internally cringing at the ridiculous lie. 

“While riding his dick? How did that happen?? ” Hoseok rolled his eyes and before I could pretend to be properly outraged he continued, “ No matter…. i want you to compile those memos from last week and write up the report for last week’s meeting. The minutes are in the file.” 

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If you don't have an ornate dagger strapped to your thigh while waltzing with your most despised enemy, then what is the point of life

Yeah alcohol's cool but have you ever waltzed with your enemy in their masquerade ball, their face inches away from yours and their arms wrapped around you tightly? Me neither, pass the bottle

no escape from you | beomgyu fic (nsfw) pt.2

nsfw, mdni!

pairings: roommate beomgyu x reader, enemies to fwb?

warnings: pda?, public sex (not really but kinda), female masturbation, squirting, fingering, multiple orgasms, riding, dirty talk, cocky beomgyu, cum in mouth, size kink?, unprotected sex

a/n: high key need this beomgyu to be my roommate like let me have him please 🙏

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Your lack of sleep was catching up to you as you struggled to keep your eyes open during your lecture. Your hands may have been typing away but your brain could hardly keep up and if there was one thing you hated more than your roommate, it was unfinished notes. You fought the urge repeatedly the past 45 minutes but without help it would be impossible to stay awake for the remaining 1 hour and 15 minutes.

“Beomgyu, can you wake me up if you catch me drifting off?” You whispered, annoyed that you had to use him as a last resort.

“Sure.”

There was something about his tone that made you feel uneasy. Even though there’s often a lack of sincerity in his voice, this time you were suspicious.

You lasted another 3 minutes before you felt your eyes doze off again and Beomgyu, as he said he would, tapped your arm awakening you from your slow slumber. Honestly, you were frustrated at your tiredness, debating on whether or not to give in completely. But the stubbornness in you didn’t want to acquiesce as you kept up your fight.

Once again, your eyes close, drifting to sleep when a warm grip on your thigh sent a jolt up your spine, instantly waking your up. You turn to see Beomgyu’s hand caressing your thigh as you glare at his mischievous grin.

“You said you wanted me to keep you awake. Clearly this is working.” You couldn’t argue with him because he was right. The sensations of him massaging your leg shook away every ounce of exhaustion, your body now sitting upright.

The hand that started on your mid-thigh inches upwards towards your core, causing your hole to clench as you felt liquid oozing out into your underwear. You bite your lip suppressing any sound that might have come out, as you squeeze your thighs together hoping for some sort friction.

“Are you wet sweetheart?” Beomgyu whispers, his gaze focusing entirely on your legs.

“Stop it. We’re in a lecture for goodness sake,” you hissed grabbing ahold of his hand, preventing it from getting any closer to your pool.

“Dare say that I think you’re enjoying it? Your face is so easy to read. But if you want me to stop, I can.” With that he removes his hand placing it back on his own lap as you’re left feeling desperate at the sudden loss of contact.

“Thank you,” the disappointment in your voice seeping through.

His actions had your mind racing for the remainder of the lecture and the minute it was over you rushed out and headed back to your room. Stripping yourself of your shorts and tshirt, you get back into bed in your underwear, sliding a finger in between the lips of your pussy, gathering the wetness and bringing it upto your lips to taste.

You push the finger back into your entrance pumping it in and out rhythmically as you let out all the moans that you suppressed from earlier. Even though you told him to stop you didn’t expect him to actually listen. Now you’re having to touch yourself in order to make up for whatever he could have done to you.

Each time you push in the finger, your face contorts as a long, breathy moan escapes your lips. Going faster and faster, the moans are more frequent whilst increasing in volume with no care for anyone who might hear.

Thank god Beomgyu isn’t home.

All that was wishful thinking though. In fact Beomgyu followed you home after the lecture, hearing every sexual sound that came out your mouth, feeling quite proud at the reaction his simple action caused.

Soon enough, you chased your orgasm which came crashing as you release a spurt of liquid. Just then, the door swings open revealing a disheveled Beomgyu, his shirt untucked while his hair is messy from the amount of times he’s pushed it back. You weren’t sure what you felt in that moment as you were flooded with embarrassment, shock and pure lust for the man who had been listening to you masturbate.

“Didn’t know you could squirt sweetheart. Wanna show me again?”

Your wide open legs shut close as you wrap your blanket around your body, covering yourself from Beomgyu.

“No need to be shy. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to.” His smirk sent a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your stomach, turning you on even more.

“Beomgyu stop,” you whimper as he inches closer and closer towards your bed, “you weren’t supposed to see that so please just go.”

“Oh but sweetheart, I did see it. And I know that it was because of me.“

“Go away Beomgyu! I hate you!”

“Is that why you squirted and wet yourself after I touched you? If you want me, just say it.” His cocky attitude was especially attractive today. What usually annoyed you became something you craved. You craved the filth he spewed out his mouth but more than ever you wanted him inside you, just so you could scream his name over and over.

Beomgyu sits on the edge of your bed, leaning closer into your body as he slowly pulls away the blanket protecting you. You felt bare in contrast to his fully clothed body as his lingering touches tingle against your soft skin.

“Beomgyu…ahh!”

His hands dive straight into your pussy as he pumps his long, veiny fingers into you. Not giving you a moment to recover from your previous orgasm, he picks up the speed pushing your limits and leaving you in a squirming mess, wanting more but being too sensitive to take it.

“Beomgyu! I can’t take it!”

“Yes you can. Look at your humping my fingers. You can’t lie to me.”

His speed is now ruthless, your mind spinning as your vision goes white and fuzzy. You felt the knot build up in your stomach, getting ready for a powerful release. It inches closer and closer and as Beomgyu hits your g-spot one more time, a liquid erupts out of your pussy, spraying onto your bedsheets and Beomgyu’s tshirt, drenching him in your orgasm.

“Guess I’ll have to take this off now,” he says, pulling off his white shirt in one swift motion.

You can tell he didn’t work out often, but his body was fit enough that you could see faint ab lines. His shoulders were broad as his biceps were bulky. You were almost drooling at this view of your roommate before he takes off his light wash jeans, revealing his erect cock restrained in his boxers. Now you were definitely drooling.

“Like what you see?”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, dismissing any sort of attraction you felt at that moment.

“You’re so cute. You know that right?”

“The only thing that’s cute is how small your dick is.” This was the biggest lie. You could tell that he’s got a huge package and he hasn’t even taken off his boxers yet. But you didn’t want to boost his ego any further.

“Is that so? So you think you can take it all then? If it’s so small I think you can sweetheart. Let’s try shall we?”

Upon taking off his underwear, his cock sprung out hard as a rock, standing unwaveringly erect. It was thick as well as long and you gulled at its size.

“Ride me princess.” His voice is deep as he moves you on top of him, placing his tip on your entrance.

You sink in slowly as the girth of his cock stretches out your walls. He’s not even half way in but you feel his tip against your cervix feeling quite embarrassed at your statement earlier.

“You really think you can fit it now?”

“Mhmm. I- I can,” your feigned confidence came out in a stutter.

You try pushing him in even further but you feel your cunt getting stuffed, letting out a restrained whimper.

“Can you really, sweetheart? I wouldn’t want to hurt you now.“

His every remark, was a dagger to your pride, ripping apart your sense of self and your confidence. You were determined to make him fit but you knew that was more or less an impossible task as you began riding him up and down.

Your pace was initially quite slow but Beomgyu’s sneer egged you on as you’re holding onto his stomach for support whilst bouncing on his dick. Beomgyu’s hand is placed in your waist giving your additional support whilst the other one roams your body, pushing down your bra to cup your breast, kneading the muscle earning him a desperate plea for more.

“You still think you can fit it all in?”

“No. I can’t Beomgyu,” you surrender.

The hand on your breast, moves down to match the other grabbing ahold of your waist, the grip around it tightening as he slams you down into his cock.

“Ahh- Keep going!”

He continues to pound your body against his dick, abusing your cervix repeatedly as his tip thrashes against it. Your vision goes hazy once again, feeling your third orgasm building as you clench around his length.

“Keep clenching like that and I’m gonna cum inside you right now,” he threatens spanking your ass.

Your throat feels tight as you feel his pounding travel all the way up your body.

“Cum in 3- 2- 1-“

Not a second later, your release hits as you collapse onto his chest. He rides out your orgasm for a few more seconds before pulling out and pumping his cock in his hands.

“Show me your mouth, sweetheart.”

You picked yourself up and moved down to meet his cock, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, ready to receive his load. A few pumps later, your mouth is filled to the brim with his cum while the rest leaks out onto your chin and down your neck.

“Swallow.” You obeyed and licked up any remaining cum on your lips.

Regaining clarity, you both remain still for the next few minutes processing what had just happened.

Beomgyu was the first to break the silence with his remark, “And someone said that nothing will ever happen. Look at you now.”

“You may be good sex but it doesn’t change the fact that I still hate you.”

“Ouch. That hurts sweetheart,” he says whilst clutching his bare chest.

“Now if you don’t mind, can you get out of my room please.”

“Just wait till you’re begging for me again. I have a feeling that me, you and this room are gonna be seeing each other very often.”

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@eclipse-777 hope you enjoyed this :))

i'll tame you ~ moodboard

Chapter One

– first impressions are dangerous and to be avoided –

Rebel leader and outlaw Min Suga trusts himself to remain sharp under pressure.

But when that pressure arrives at the hands of his enemy, the black foxes' first lieutenant Park Jimin, it's only nature he goes smooth instead.

Come on, admit it: not everyone's strong enough to resist a vixen.

WIP Wednesday: Confession Tag! ✨️

Thanks for the tag @tragedycoded~

I'm posting a confession-vibe clip from my WIP 🌐7 Circles🌐, and there's spoilers and 🌶sexual content🌶 ahead

From Chapter 5: The Pent-Up House

Kazimier barely gives a grunt in response as his finger gently traces a pattern in the plush fabric of the sofa, mind elsewhere. Klaus moves closer, studying his charge, looking at more than just what the shock did to his system- the flush not linked to the burns, the way his hips shift in discomfort under the blanket.

“..So how often are you supposed to feed, then?”

Kazimier’s jaw tightens and he pauses his idle occupation of creating a criss-cross design in the couch's soft upholstery. "Ya' feed me once a week- just what a 'Cubi needs." he offers smoothly, rubbing his design into nothingness.

Two can play at that game. "So, every day then." Klaus says deliberately.

"Pfft." Kazimier rolls his eyes hard enough that his head follows the movement before tipping back to look at Klaus. "Seems like a lot," Klaus says, keeping his voice and face suspiciously innocent. His hands fall to his belt, undoing the buckles. "But what kind of incubus would I be if I couldn't keep up?" 

The implication is clear. And Klaus has every intention of sticking to this ridiculous schedule unless Kazimier answers. Something behind Kazimier’s eyes flashes with the temptation, the hunger. The rest of him lashes out, unable to grit his teeth another time.

"Now Sir," Kazimier grinds out, muscles protesting as he heaves himself into a seated position, "I'm a domesticated mongrel these days, not usin' as much energy as I did in 'the wild'. I don' know why in tha’ four districts you'd wanna screw yourself feedin' me higher than my former rate- three days durrin' workin’ weeks for your damn information, but it ain't needed." he spits out, lip curling. He leans forward, eyes full of defiance and desire in a way that sent a shiver down Klaus’ spine "I can keep on with you slidin’ your cock past my fangs on the weekly for a loong while yet. Sir." He purrs loathingly. They had taken the man out of Du’Preve, but he was definitely 4th class, even here in Nexis.

Klaus should be outraged. He should hit the anadem and send another charge through Kazimier for his insolence. He should beat him. Or starve him. Or something. 

Three days. 

Klaus smiles wide and warm as he delights in the fire he’s uncovered in the hybrid. "Three days then. Easy enough." He responds, fixing his belt. Kazimier licks his teeth, mismatched eyes squinting in contempt as his temper cools and gravity sets in. "So you’re a moxie thing.. ain't ya?" he says, mouth stuck between a snarl and a smirk.  "So I've been told," Klaus says smugly.

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So I’ve been thinking about this a lot, so here you go girl:

AN: this will be a bit spicy so buckle up and always remember English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes

Lmk if u want more of them

And I am horrible at writing anything remotely spicy, so have mercy 😭

Omg this is cringing me out so much

Recommend to listen to: Shameless by Camilla Cabello

TW: light nsfw,cursing, blood, wounds

WC: 1107

Shameless

Don't speak, no, don't try It's been a secret for the longest time

Don't run (oh), no, don't hide Been running from it for the longest time

She is sitting on the ground, back pressed up against the wall, trying not to get his attention.

Yet her breath is hectic as she quickly rips off a piece of her shirt to stop her arm from bleeding.

A quiet whimper slips out of her mouth as she ties the piece of fabric tighter around her arm.

That motherfucker cut her in the arm.

A door flies open and loud footsteps are coming towards her direction.

Fuck.

He will kill her if he finds her.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU LYRA”, he yells breathlessly as he reloads his gun.

Show me you're shameless

Write it on my neck, why don't

уа?

Her breath quickens, but gladly the rooftop of the building is very windy and it looks like it will rain soon, so he won’t hear her.

For her unfortunate, she doesn’t know that the floor is covered in drops of blood, leading the villain towards her.

She manages to stand up and sneak to the other side of the wall, he isn’t in sight. Is that supposed to be something good or bad?

She doesn’t know.

“Looking for someone?”, a deep raspy voice sounds behind her that makes her hair stand.

Now that you have me, do you want me still?

Before she can react he grabs both of her arms and pins them on top of her head with one hand, while the other hand is holding a knife to her throat.

She tries to kick him, but he quickly parts her legs with his thigh.

Right now I'm shameless

Screamin' my lungs out for ya

Not afraid to face it

She is dead.

“Look at that pretty face...”, he mutteres and lifts her head by the chin with his knife.

“I wish I could say the same”, she manages to get out.

Write it on my neck why don’t ya?

He just smirks and presses the blade against her wound.

She hisses in pain and throws her head on his chest.

“Fuck..you.. Xanth”, she says through gritted teeth.

“I might actually do after I hide your body..”, he drops as it was the most casual thing.

Oh?

“Just count to three and it will be all over, don’t worry love..”, he whispers in her ear as he brushes the blade against her neck.

Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now

Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now

Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now

Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now

THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING, SHE NEEDS TO LIVE, SHE PROMISES HER MOTHER, SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR HER DAUGHTER, SHE NEEDS TO FINISH HER JOB.

“One..”, Xanth whispers as he gently applies pressure on her neck.

Lyra squirms underneath him and tries to get out of his grip. She needs to live.

“Two..,”, he continues and looks her in the eyes, that fucker.

Tears well in her eyes.

“Thr-“, a soft moan escapes Lyras lips as she starts to rub herself on his thigh, making him stop in his tracks.

Right now I’m shameless, screaming my lungs out for ya

Thank god, this stopped him.

He lets go of her hands and grabs her by the collar.

“I don’t fucking know what you are trying to do, but stop-“, he again gets cut of by Lyra wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her mouth, so he can hear her moans.

And I won’t erase it

Xanth stays frozen as she continues to rub herself against him and moan in his ear.

It starts raining heavily, making his brown hair seem more black.

Lyras wet clothes stick on her skin and make her white, well bloodstained white shirt, see through.

She starts to quicken her pace and her moan are getting louder and louder.

Fuck, she is actually enjoying this.

“Fuck, Xanth”, she moans as she is getting closer and closer, his mouth slightly opens as he watches what’s happening.

Fuck him, that’s hot.

He clenches his jaw and lets go of her collar and puts his left hand on her hip, as she continues to hump his thigh.

Her lips brush his neck, he lets out a soft grunt.

He enjoys it too. But he can’t get distracted, he applies more pressure on her neck and is about to slit her throat, but before he can finish this disaster she hides her face in the crook of his neck,moans his name and starts to kiss his neck all the way up to his lips, leaving a track of hikies.

Fuck it.

He drops the knife next to her feet and smashes his lips onto her. He seems hungry and puts both hands on her waist and tries to guide her, but before he gets full control, she pushes him down by the shoulders, so that he is sitting with his back facing the wall.

She quickly sits on his lap and wraps her legs around his waist.

“I hate you”, she whispers as she takes his face in her hands and kisses him passionately while grinding against him.

A low groan escapes his mouth, oh she got him, his face is flushed and filled with lust.

“I hate you”, he replies aroused and wraps his arms around her.

I need you more than I want to.

She quickly wraps her arms around his neck.

Fuck she is close, and fuck he is hard.

“Lyra”, he moans breathlessly and puts his hands on her ass, to pull her as close as possible.

They both escalate in a moaning mess, the rain soaking their clothes and washing away all the blood on their bodies.

“Fuck, Xanth”, Lyra moans loudly as she finishes.

Xanth comes right after her, buckling his hip and leaving them both breathlessly intertwined into each other.

She hides her red face in the crook of his neck and is breathing heavily.

“I am sorry”, she whispers.

“For wh-“, before he can finish his sentence Lyra rams the knife, that was lying next to her, into his side.

Xanth grunts and Lyra quickly stand up, her hair is sticking onto her neck and her is covered in hickies.

He looks up at her confused and in pain.

She glances at him for a last time, “don’t pull the knife out, you will bleed out”, she says in a broken voice, before she leaves him lying in his own puddle of blood, trying to properly take breaths.

I hope you survive Xanth.

Xanth x Lyra aesthetics maybe?

Sry for being inactive, I am not feeling well since Monday, but I will post again when I am feeling better.

But here u go bby🎀

Hers:

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Whumptober 10 : Passing out from pain

Please, Please, Please

Pairing: Remus x Severus | WC: 2292 | Tags: Remus as Death eater, enemies with benefits, Marauders era, Hurt no comfort, angst, torture, ambiguous ending, Whumptober2024

TW: Torture, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood, Mentions/thoughts of death

Summary: After being continuously called a traitor by his friends and lover, Remus has enough and leaves. He does the one thing they accused him off; join the death eaters. Though with a bigger plan in mind; Destroy Voldemort from the inside. Turns out, he isn’t the only one with that plan.

Just as the group finally have a small victory the prophecy happens. Remus find out Severus has alternative motive. One that involves none other than Lily.

A/N: please! read the trigger warnings And if I missed one please correct me. (dear merlin I hope I got them all) I have a plan for this long, very dark fic. But I wanted to improve my writing first? To write darker, grittier themes? Well, here you go.

(You can also read this on AO3)

"And what did you expect would happen?" Remus yelled, being completely fed up. He so desperately wanted to help, wanted to prevent a wizarding war from happening. Trying to look after his former friends even though they made it clear they hated him. Was called a traitor when he’d done nothing wrong, yet. But also standing here. Having to deal with these death eaters that he'd formed an alliance with. Who, just like him, wanted Voldemort gone. At times it was so hard. All he wanted to do was just, give up. Flee the country. Start somewhere new. Forget all of this. "Did you actually expect this grand plan of yours to work? That he would kill James and Harry and what? Leave Lily for you? You can't honestly be that stupid."

"Shut up you filthy animal. You don't know what you're talking about," Severus shot back at him. They were standing barely a meter apart yet were yelling at the top of their lungs. Severus looked uncomposed and a bit mad, which was completely out of character. Hair tangled, clothes in disarray, face red. The sneer was a familiar one.

"I do know what I'm talking about. After all they just dropped my ass like I was nothing. Almost a decade of being a tight nit group just thrown in the trash without a second of hesitation! And you think she will forgive you? Accept you? You honestly think Lily will love you at all?" 

Every word he said was meant to hurt. He'd always felt like there was more to Severus plan. He'd always seemed like the person who wanted to fit in, climb the social ladder, get the power, hate on muggles. So why would he join the group to take Voldemort down? For a while Remus had been certain that he was a double spy, ready to take their group out. But the realisation that it was this crush, this obsession with Lily. That was an unexpected turn. Or maybe he was blindsided by this because they’d been fucking. Getting rid of all that build up tension. The sudden reveal of a lifelong love for Lily combined with how he was talking about her. It made him ill.

"That is because you are nothing. You cumulate to nothing. You're a passable wizard. A disgusting, uncontrollable animal. A leech of a friend. Desperate to fuck anything that walks. You have no redeemable qualities," Severus hissed. Every word stabbed him like a knife, then it was twisted before it was pulled out. Only to repeat it over and over again. It wasn't like he hadn't told himself all of those things over and over again. Apparently it wasn’t low self-esteem. It was common knowledge. And it stung.

His hands balled into fists, shaking slightly with the pure rage that was building in him. This wasn't even about him! This was about Severus and his insane plan. He stepped closer and grabbed the front of Severus clothes, yanking him closer.

"Finally doing some self-reflection?" he said, voice shaking with anger. Anger that always laid so close to the surface now a days. Just waiting, ready to pounce. And if Severus was handing himself on a plate, he would gladly take it. "Hi Lily, remember me? The one who called you names and dropped you for people who hate you and your kind with every fibre of your being? All so I could finally feel a tiny bit of power?"

"You only felt powerful because you could hide behind Black and Potter."

"As if you weren't hiding behind Malfoy and Mulciber. As if you weren't just as big of a bitch as I was."

It was quiet for a moment but he knew a storm was brewing. Those black eyes were on fire. They were roaming his face, probably looking for the best place to attack.

"Lily will forgive me for all of that. The manipulated, sad, lonely boy. Black on the other hand will always think of you as trash that he's glad to be rid of."

And wasn't that the truth. He was pretty certain Sirius would never forgive him. Lily, James, Peter. They would all understand his motives, they understood the grey area. But Sirius worked in black and white. He had turned to the death eaters. No matter what his reasoning was, he would never be forgiven. He'd known that. Realised it pretty early on. After all, he loved that man and knew him almost better than himself. If he went along with his plan, Sirius would still hate him. But at least there was a world where he could be hated in. He'd given up his love to ensure there was a future. He didn't believe even for a second that was true for Severus. The man was too selfish for that.

"You think she will? Really?" he whispered softly, grinning at Severus. He knew he probably looked insane, but he wasn't letting this slide. He wouldn't accept the death of James and Harry just so Severus could have his wicked fantasy. "Hi Lily. Heard you're single again. Sorry about the death of your husband and child, whom you loved dearly. Yes, I could've saved them. But I couldn't let them get in my way of having you. You’re mine after all. Now be a good girl an-"

He was roughly shoved backwards, stumbling for a second before he found his footing again.

"Ah what's wrong Severus? I think she'll be begging on her knees for you to take her back!?"

"Shut up you disgusting beast!"

"Oh Severus! I was so wrong! Of course I don't want the nice, good looking, family man! I don't know what came over me!" He pitched his voice, pouted and purposely acted horribly. Hands clasped together on his chest and blinking rapidly. Lily would never sound or act like that. But anything to get under Severus's skin. To make him see how insane his plan was.

"You're my hero Sev! You saved me from a comfortable life with a loving family!"

"CRUCIO!"

There was no way to dodge or avoid being hit by the spell. The red light flashed and hit him square in the chest. Pain rushed over him and seemed to reach every part of his body. As if a thousand little needles were stabbing him everywhere. His body contorted, he didn't feel like he was in control anymore. All his muscles cramped into pain.

Then suddenly the stabbing pain was gone and he had control over his limbs again. Not that it improved the situation much as more pain registered in his brain. Pain in his back and shoulders, head pounding in several places. He was apparently on the ground now and it stung against his limbs. Cold seeping through his clothes making his cramped-up muscles stiff and unmovable. His mouth was dry. But when he tried to swallow it felt like someone was rubbing sandpaper in his throat.

"Who's the pathetic bitch now," the words were like venom spat at him.

"Crucio."

The pain returned and it didn't let up for a long time. He had no idea how long he lay there. Every muscle in his body was screaming in pain. It felt like his skin was slowly being stripped away from his flesh. Leaving him open and raw. He could feel his heart pounding in his head. Any moment his veins were going to burst. He was screaming, crying. But no begging. He refused to let those words pass his lips. Even now. Rather death than give in. At least all of this was finally done. Finally, peace.

Abruptly the pain stopped again. He had no idea why but he took the chance he had. Taking in deep gulps of air, his lungs burning with every intake he did. There was at least one thing clear. No matter what they already gone through, Severus truly hated him. After all, you had to actually mean it for a Cruciatus curse to work. He didn’t just want to hurt Remus, he clearly took great pleasure in it.

A sharp pain in his side made him cry out. It took him a while to realise what was happening. It only clicked when a weight pressed on his chest. Severus's boot. He was being kicked and trampled on.

"I should end your pathetic life and make a rug out of you. That way you at least serve a purpose."

The weight on his chest disappeared and he felt like he could breathe again. Not that it improved his situation much. His breaths came in short bursts, black spots darted across his field of view. He tried to swallow. He didn't succeed. It became harder and harder to control his own body. Most of it felt like it was on fire. His head felt ready to explode. He was probably drooling with how difficult it was to swallow.

"Th-eh fckn doit." he managed to mumble, unsure if it was articulated enough or loud enough.

"With pleasure. Sectumsempra!"

That was a spell he was familiar with. Of course, Snape would end his life that way.

He thought he knew the pain of knives after being hit by the Cruciatus curse. He was wrong. The feeling of a sword cutting him open over his torso was agonising. Like he could feel body being split open, the flesh peeling away. He trashed. He choked. Any movement he made increased the feeling of slowly being drained. Yet it was impossible to lie still. He attempted to raise his hands, wanting to... He wasn’t certain. Push the wound close? Ripping it further open so it was finally finished?

Then it stopped. He gasped, trying desperately to get air back in his body. Every breath hurt, lungs burning, throat raw. A few muscles were impossible to move, feeling like lead. Others were shaking, spasming. His chest felt numb, like there was nothing there. He was certain his eyes were open, but they saw nothing. His ears were supposed to work, though it was as if instead he could hear the blood rushing in his veins.

Was this what dying felt like?

Too bad it hurt so much. He had hoped that when he finally died, the pain would be gone. But it was still here. It was still all consuming.

The world was confusing. It almost felt like the pain was slowly pulled out of him. It was still there. It still burned hot, made his limps tingle and raw. But the edge, the worse of it was slowly taken away from him. As if someone had taken a needle and was ever so slowly sewing his chest back together.

He took in a deep breath and whimpered. He wasn't sure whether it was because he could finally actually breath again. Or if every single breath still hurt.

"Don't you dare fucking die on me now Lupin." He wasn't sure who said it. What did those words even mean? He was dying, wasn't he? The voice should just let him die.

"Come on you animal. I'm not letting you die before you've been useful."

"Oww" He tried to say. He didn't succeed. While he finally felt his tongue again, it was bleeding and swollen in his mouth. Not that he could feel that pain. Everything else hurt too much for it to stand out. At least his ears were working a little bit. Though every word felt like another hammer to the head. But they were working better than his eyes at the moment. They saw just black everywhere.

"The fuck is wrong with you Snape?!"

He flinched because of the loud sound, then cried out in pain because he flinched.

"We're better off without that filth."

"We're better off without you too if this is how you are going to act! What's next? You're going to poison our food? Murder us in our sleep?"

The voices were so loud and so painful. He barely registered what it was that they were yelling about. It was as if his brain tried to nudge him, but instead it only increased the painful pounding. Another wave of relief hit him. As if someone carefully took a layer of pain off of him. He tried and was finally able to swallow. The taste of iron stinging in his mouth.

"Lllly," he muttered, blood trickling out of his mouth as he attempted to say it. That had been what his brain was trying to tell him so badly. Lily. Why though? He wasn’t sure. It probably didn't matter.

"What did he say?"

"Lily. I think- for fucks sake Lupin stop moving. Merlin’s balls there is blood everywhere."

"I don't think he's in control of his body. The fuck did you do you pathetic son of a whore!?”

"Lily? Are you fucking serious? Are you still after that bitch Snape? We are trying to stop a war from happening and you can only think with your dick?"

"Guys! I need potions, now! I don't know if he's gonna make it-"

There were so many voices. All spoke so loudly and at once. It was impossible the follow. It was a complete sensory overload. Combined with the pain that kept on coming back, then disappearing again. It was so much to deal with.

He blinked a few times and was still unable to see anything. Would he ever see anything again? Maybe it was better if he didn't. Why was he still fighting? It wasn't as if anyone cared that he would be gone. No one would morn him. No one would weep for him. Maybe it was better. One less monster on this earth.

"Hurry the fuck up I'm losing him!" 

Whumptober 10 : Passing out from pain

Please, Please, Please

Pairing: Remus x Severus | WC: 2292 | Tags: Remus as Death eater, enemies with benefits, Marauders era, Hurt no comfort, angst, torture, ambiguous ending, Whumptober2024

TW: Torture, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood, Mentions/thoughts of death

Summary: After being continuously called a traitor by his friends and lover, Remus has enough and leaves. He does the one thing they accused him off; join the death eaters. Though with a bigger plan in mind; Destroy Voldemort from the inside. Turns out, he isn’t the only one with that plan.

Just as the group finally have a small victory the prophecy happens. Remus find out Severus has alternative motive. One that involves none other than Lily.

A/N: please! read the trigger warnings And if I missed one please correct me. (dear merlin I hope I got them all) I have a plan for this long, very dark fic. But I wanted to improve my writing first? To write darker, grittier themes? Well, here you go.

(You can also read this on AO3)

"And what did you expect would happen?" Remus yelled, being completely fed up. He so desperately wanted to help, wanted to prevent a wizarding war from happening. Trying to look after his former friends even though they made it clear they hated him. Was called a traitor when he’d done nothing wrong, yet. But also standing here. Having to deal with these death eaters that he'd formed an alliance with. Who, just like him, wanted Voldemort gone. At times it was so hard. All he wanted to do was just, give up. Flee the country. Start somewhere new. Forget all of this. "Did you actually expect this grand plan of yours to work? That he would kill James and Harry and what? Leave Lily for you? You can't honestly be that stupid."

"Shut up you filthy animal. You don't know what you're talking about," Severus shot back at him. They were standing barely a meter apart yet were yelling at the top of their lungs. Severus looked uncomposed and a bit mad, which was completely out of character. Hair tangled, clothes in disarray, face red. The sneer was a familiar one.

"I do know what I'm talking about. After all they just dropped my ass like I was nothing. Almost a decade of being a tight nit group just thrown in the trash without a second of hesitation! And you think she will forgive you? Accept you? You honestly think Lily will love you at all?" 

Every word he said was meant to hurt. He'd always felt like there was more to Severus plan. He'd always seemed like the person who wanted to fit in, climb the social ladder, get the power, hate on muggles. So why would he join the group to take Voldemort down? For a while Remus had been certain that he was a double spy, ready to take their group out. But the realisation that it was this crush, this obsession with Lily. That was an unexpected turn. Or maybe he was blindsided by this because they’d been fucking. Getting rid of all that build up tension. The sudden reveal of a lifelong love for Lily combined with how he was talking about her. It made him ill.

"That is because you are nothing. You cumulate to nothing. You're a passable wizard. A disgusting, uncontrollable animal. A leech of a friend. Desperate to fuck anything that walks. You have no redeemable qualities," Severus hissed. Every word stabbed him like a knife, then it was twisted before it was pulled out. Only to repeat it over and over again. It wasn't like he hadn't told himself all of those things over and over again. Apparently it wasn’t low self-esteem. It was common knowledge. And it stung.

His hands balled into fists, shaking slightly with the pure rage that was building in him. This wasn't even about him! This was about Severus and his insane plan. He stepped closer and grabbed the front of Severus clothes, yanking him closer.

"Finally doing some self-reflection?" he said, voice shaking with anger. Anger that always laid so close to the surface now a days. Just waiting, ready to pounce. And if Severus was handing himself on a plate, he would gladly take it. "Hi Lily, remember me? The one who called you names and dropped you for people who hate you and your kind with every fibre of your being? All so I could finally feel a tiny bit of power?"

"You only felt powerful because you could hide behind Black and Potter."

"As if you weren't hiding behind Malfoy and Mulciber. As if you weren't just as big of a bitch as I was."

It was quiet for a moment but he knew a storm was brewing. Those black eyes were on fire. They were roaming his face, probably looking for the best place to attack.

"Lily will forgive me for all of that. The manipulated, sad, lonely boy. Black on the other hand will always think of you as trash that he's glad to be rid of."

And wasn't that the truth. He was pretty certain Sirius would never forgive him. Lily, James, Peter. They would all understand his motives, they understood the grey area. But Sirius worked in black and white. He had turned to the death eaters. No matter what his reasoning was, he would never be forgiven. He'd known that. Realised it pretty early on. After all, he loved that man and knew him almost better than himself. If he went along with his plan, Sirius would still hate him. But at least there was a world where he could be hated in. He'd given up his love to ensure there was a future. He didn't believe even for a second that was true for Severus. The man was too selfish for that.

"You think she will? Really?" he whispered softly, grinning at Severus. He knew he probably looked insane, but he wasn't letting this slide. He wouldn't accept the death of James and Harry just so Severus could have his wicked fantasy. "Hi Lily. Heard you're single again. Sorry about the death of your husband and child, whom you loved dearly. Yes, I could've saved them. But I couldn't let them get in my way of having you. You’re mine after all. Now be a good girl an-"

He was roughly shoved backwards, stumbling for a second before he found his footing again.

"Ah what's wrong Severus? I think she'll be begging on her knees for you to take her back!?"

"Shut up you disgusting beast!"

"Oh Severus! I was so wrong! Of course I don't want the nice, good looking, family man! I don't know what came over me!" He pitched his voice, pouted and purposely acted horribly. Hands clasped together on his chest and blinking rapidly. Lily would never sound or act like that. But anything to get under Severus's skin. To make him see how insane his plan was.

"You're my hero Sev! You saved me from a comfortable life with a loving family!"

"CRUCIO!"

There was no way to dodge or avoid being hit by the spell. The red light flashed and hit him square in the chest. Pain rushed over him and seemed to reach every part of his body. As if a thousand little needles were stabbing him everywhere. His body contorted, he didn't feel like he was in control anymore. All his muscles cramped into pain.

Then suddenly the stabbing pain was gone and he had control over his limbs again. Not that it improved the situation much as more pain registered in his brain. Pain in his back and shoulders, head pounding in several places. He was apparently on the ground now and it stung against his limbs. Cold seeping through his clothes making his cramped-up muscles stiff and unmovable. His mouth was dry. But when he tried to swallow it felt like someone was rubbing sandpaper in his throat.

"Who's the pathetic bitch now," the words were like venom spat at him.

"Crucio."

The pain returned and it didn't let up for a long time. He had no idea how long he lay there. Every muscle in his body was screaming in pain. It felt like his skin was slowly being stripped away from his flesh. Leaving him open and raw. He could feel his heart pounding in his head. Any moment his veins were going to burst. He was screaming, crying. But no begging. He refused to let those words pass his lips. Even now. Rather death than give in. At least all of this was finally done. Finally, peace.

Abruptly the pain stopped again. He had no idea why but he took the chance he had. Taking in deep gulps of air, his lungs burning with every intake he did. There was at least one thing clear. No matter what they already gone through, Severus truly hated him. After all, you had to actually mean it for a Cruciatus curse to work. He didn’t just want to hurt Remus, he clearly took great pleasure in it.

A sharp pain in his side made him cry out. It took him a while to realise what was happening. It only clicked when a weight pressed on his chest. Severus's boot. He was being kicked and trampled on.

"I should end your pathetic life and make a rug out of you. That way you at least serve a purpose."

The weight on his chest disappeared and he felt like he could breathe again. Not that it improved his situation much. His breaths came in short bursts, black spots darted across his field of view. He tried to swallow. He didn't succeed. It became harder and harder to control his own body. Most of it felt like it was on fire. His head felt ready to explode. He was probably drooling with how difficult it was to swallow.

"Th-eh fckn doit." he managed to mumble, unsure if it was articulated enough or loud enough.

"With pleasure. Sectumsempra!"

That was a spell he was familiar with. Of course, Snape would end his life that way.

He thought he knew the pain of knives after being hit by the Cruciatus curse. He was wrong. The feeling of a sword cutting him open over his torso was agonising. Like he could feel body being split open, the flesh peeling away. He trashed. He choked. Any movement he made increased the feeling of slowly being drained. Yet it was impossible to lie still. He attempted to raise his hands, wanting to... He wasn’t certain. Push the wound close? Ripping it further open so it was finally finished?

Then it stopped. He gasped, trying desperately to get air back in his body. Every breath hurt, lungs burning, throat raw. A few muscles were impossible to move, feeling like lead. Others were shaking, spasming. His chest felt numb, like there was nothing there. He was certain his eyes were open, but they saw nothing. His ears were supposed to work, though it was as if instead he could hear the blood rushing in his veins.

Was this what dying felt like?

Too bad it hurt so much. He had hoped that when he finally died, the pain would be gone. But it was still here. It was still all consuming.

The world was confusing. It almost felt like the pain was slowly pulled out of him. It was still there. It still burned hot, made his limps tingle and raw. But the edge, the worse of it was slowly taken away from him. As if someone had taken a needle and was ever so slowly sewing his chest back together.

He took in a deep breath and whimpered. He wasn't sure whether it was because he could finally actually breath again. Or if every single breath still hurt.

"Don't you dare fucking die on me now Lupin." He wasn't sure who said it. What did those words even mean? He was dying, wasn't he? The voice should just let him die.

"Come on you animal. I'm not letting you die before you've been useful."

"Oww" He tried to say. He didn't succeed. While he finally felt his tongue again, it was bleeding and swollen in his mouth. Not that he could feel that pain. Everything else hurt too much for it to stand out. At least his ears were working a little bit. Though every word felt like another hammer to the head. But they were working better than his eyes at the moment. They saw just black everywhere.

"The fuck is wrong with you Snape?!"

He flinched because of the loud sound, then cried out in pain because he flinched.

"We're better off without that filth."

"We're better off without you too if this is how you are going to act! What's next? You're going to poison our food? Murder us in our sleep?"

The voices were so loud and so painful. He barely registered what it was that they were yelling about. It was as if his brain tried to nudge him, but instead it only increased the painful pounding. Another wave of relief hit him. As if someone carefully took a layer of pain off of him. He tried and was finally able to swallow. The taste of iron stinging in his mouth.

"Lllly," he muttered, blood trickling out of his mouth as he attempted to say it. That had been what his brain was trying to tell him so badly. Lily. Why though? He wasn’t sure. It probably didn't matter.

"What did he say?"

"Lily. I think- for fucks sake Lupin stop moving. Merlin’s balls there is blood everywhere."

"I don't think he's in control of his body. The fuck did you do you pathetic son of a whore!?”

"Lily? Are you fucking serious? Are you still after that bitch Snape? We are trying to stop a war from happening and you can only think with your dick?"

"Guys! I need potions, now! I don't know if he's gonna make it-"

There were so many voices. All spoke so loudly and at once. It was impossible the follow. It was a complete sensory overload. Combined with the pain that kept on coming back, then disappearing again. It was so much to deal with.

He blinked a few times and was still unable to see anything. Would he ever see anything again? Maybe it was better if he didn't. Why was he still fighting? It wasn't as if anyone cared that he would be gone. No one would morn him. No one would weep for him. Maybe it was better. One less monster on this earth.

"Hurry the fuck up I'm losing him!" 

Whumptober 10 : Passing out from pain

Please, Please, Please

Pairing: Remus x Severus | WC: 2292 | Tags: Remus as Death eater, enemies with benefits, Marauders era, Hurt no comfort, angst, torture, ambiguous ending, Whumptober2024

TW: Torture, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood, Mentions/thoughts of death

Summary: After being continuously called a traitor by his friends and lover, Remus has enough and leaves. He does the one thing they accused him off; join the death eaters. Though with a bigger plan in mind; Destroy Voldemort from the inside. Turns out, he isn’t the only one with that plan.

Just as the group finally have a small victory the prophecy happens. Remus find out Severus has alternative motive. One that involves none other than Lily.

A/N: please! read the trigger warnings And if I missed one please correct me. (dear merlin I hope I got them all) I have a plan for this long, very dark fic. But I wanted to improve my writing first? To write darker, grittier themes? Well, here you go.

(You can also read this on AO3)

"And what did you expect would happen?" Remus yelled, being completely fed up. He so desperately wanted to help, wanted to prevent a wizarding war from happening. Trying to look after his former friends even though they made it clear they hated him. Was called a traitor when he’d done nothing wrong, yet. But also standing here. Having to deal with these death eaters that he'd formed an alliance with. Who, just like him, wanted Voldemort gone. At times it was so hard. All he wanted to do was just, give up. Flee the country. Start somewhere new. Forget all of this. "Did you actually expect this grand plan of yours to work? That he would kill James and Harry and what? Leave Lily for you? You can't honestly be that stupid."

"Shut up you filthy animal. You don't know what you're talking about," Severus shot back at him. They were standing barely a meter apart yet were yelling at the top of their lungs. Severus looked uncomposed and a bit mad, which was completely out of character. Hair tangled, clothes in disarray, face red. The sneer was a familiar one.

"I do know what I'm talking about. After all they just dropped my ass like I was nothing. Almost a decade of being a tight nit group just thrown in the trash without a second of hesitation! And you think she will forgive you? Accept you? You honestly think Lily will love you at all?" 

Every word he said was meant to hurt. He'd always felt like there was more to Severus plan. He'd always seemed like the person who wanted to fit in, climb the social ladder, get the power, hate on muggles. So why would he join the group to take Voldemort down? For a while Remus had been certain that he was a double spy, ready to take their group out. But the realisation that it was this crush, this obsession with Lily. That was an unexpected turn. Or maybe he was blindsided by this because they’d been fucking. Getting rid of all that build up tension. The sudden reveal of a lifelong love for Lily combined with how he was talking about her. It made him ill.

"That is because you are nothing. You cumulate to nothing. You're a passable wizard. A disgusting, uncontrollable animal. A leech of a friend. Desperate to fuck anything that walks. You have no redeemable qualities," Severus hissed. Every word stabbed him like a knife, then it was twisted before it was pulled out. Only to repeat it over and over again. It wasn't like he hadn't told himself all of those things over and over again. Apparently it wasn’t low self-esteem. It was common knowledge. And it stung.

His hands balled into fists, shaking slightly with the pure rage that was building in him. This wasn't even about him! This was about Severus and his insane plan. He stepped closer and grabbed the front of Severus clothes, yanking him closer.

"Finally doing some self-reflection?" he said, voice shaking with anger. Anger that always laid so close to the surface now a days. Just waiting, ready to pounce. And if Severus was handing himself on a plate, he would gladly take it. "Hi Lily, remember me? The one who called you names and dropped you for people who hate you and your kind with every fibre of your being? All so I could finally feel a tiny bit of power?"

"You only felt powerful because you could hide behind Black and Potter."

"As if you weren't hiding behind Malfoy and Mulciber. As if you weren't just as big of a bitch as I was."

It was quiet for a moment but he knew a storm was brewing. Those black eyes were on fire. They were roaming his face, probably looking for the best place to attack.

"Lily will forgive me for all of that. The manipulated, sad, lonely boy. Black on the other hand will always think of you as trash that he's glad to be rid of."

And wasn't that the truth. He was pretty certain Sirius would never forgive him. Lily, James, Peter. They would all understand his motives, they understood the grey area. But Sirius worked in black and white. He had turned to the death eaters. No matter what his reasoning was, he would never be forgiven. He'd known that. Realised it pretty early on. After all, he loved that man and knew him almost better than himself. If he went along with his plan, Sirius would still hate him. But at least there was a world where he could be hated in. He'd given up his love to ensure there was a future. He didn't believe even for a second that was true for Severus. The man was too selfish for that.

"You think she will? Really?" he whispered softly, grinning at Severus. He knew he probably looked insane, but he wasn't letting this slide. He wouldn't accept the death of James and Harry just so Severus could have his wicked fantasy. "Hi Lily. Heard you're single again. Sorry about the death of your husband and child, whom you loved dearly. Yes, I could've saved them. But I couldn't let them get in my way of having you. You’re mine after all. Now be a good girl an-"

He was roughly shoved backwards, stumbling for a second before he found his footing again.

"Ah what's wrong Severus? I think she'll be begging on her knees for you to take her back!?"

"Shut up you disgusting beast!"

"Oh Severus! I was so wrong! Of course I don't want the nice, good looking, family man! I don't know what came over me!" He pitched his voice, pouted and purposely acted horribly. Hands clasped together on his chest and blinking rapidly. Lily would never sound or act like that. But anything to get under Severus's skin. To make him see how insane his plan was.

"You're my hero Sev! You saved me from a comfortable life with a loving family!"

"CRUCIO!"

There was no way to dodge or avoid being hit by the spell. The red light flashed and hit him square in the chest. Pain rushed over him and seemed to reach every part of his body. As if a thousand little needles were stabbing him everywhere. His body contorted, he didn't feel like he was in control anymore. All his muscles cramped into pain.

Then suddenly the stabbing pain was gone and he had control over his limbs again. Not that it improved the situation much as more pain registered in his brain. Pain in his back and shoulders, head pounding in several places. He was apparently on the ground now and it stung against his limbs. Cold seeping through his clothes making his cramped-up muscles stiff and unmovable. His mouth was dry. But when he tried to swallow it felt like someone was rubbing sandpaper in his throat.

"Who's the pathetic bitch now," the words were like venom spat at him.

"Crucio."

The pain returned and it didn't let up for a long time. He had no idea how long he lay there. Every muscle in his body was screaming in pain. It felt like his skin was slowly being stripped away from his flesh. Leaving him open and raw. He could feel his heart pounding in his head. Any moment his veins were going to burst. He was screaming, crying. But no begging. He refused to let those words pass his lips. Even now. Rather death than give in. At least all of this was finally done. Finally, peace.

Abruptly the pain stopped again. He had no idea why but he took the chance he had. Taking in deep gulps of air, his lungs burning with every intake he did. There was at least one thing clear. No matter what they already gone through, Severus truly hated him. After all, you had to actually mean it for a Cruciatus curse to work. He didn’t just want to hurt Remus, he clearly took great pleasure in it.

A sharp pain in his side made him cry out. It took him a while to realise what was happening. It only clicked when a weight pressed on his chest. Severus's boot. He was being kicked and trampled on.

"I should end your pathetic life and make a rug out of you. That way you at least serve a purpose."

The weight on his chest disappeared and he felt like he could breathe again. Not that it improved his situation much. His breaths came in short bursts, black spots darted across his field of view. He tried to swallow. He didn't succeed. It became harder and harder to control his own body. Most of it felt like it was on fire. His head felt ready to explode. He was probably drooling with how difficult it was to swallow.

"Th-eh fckn doit." he managed to mumble, unsure if it was articulated enough or loud enough.

"With pleasure. Sectumsempra!"

That was a spell he was familiar with. Of course, Snape would end his life that way.

He thought he knew the pain of knives after being hit by the Cruciatus curse. He was wrong. The feeling of a sword cutting him open over his torso was agonising. Like he could feel body being split open, the flesh peeling away. He trashed. He choked. Any movement he made increased the feeling of slowly being drained. Yet it was impossible to lie still. He attempted to raise his hands, wanting to... He wasn’t certain. Push the wound close? Ripping it further open so it was finally finished?

Then it stopped. He gasped, trying desperately to get air back in his body. Every breath hurt, lungs burning, throat raw. A few muscles were impossible to move, feeling like lead. Others were shaking, spasming. His chest felt numb, like there was nothing there. He was certain his eyes were open, but they saw nothing. His ears were supposed to work, though it was as if instead he could hear the blood rushing in his veins.

Was this what dying felt like?

Too bad it hurt so much. He had hoped that when he finally died, the pain would be gone. But it was still here. It was still all consuming.

The world was confusing. It almost felt like the pain was slowly pulled out of him. It was still there. It still burned hot, made his limps tingle and raw. But the edge, the worse of it was slowly taken away from him. As if someone had taken a needle and was ever so slowly sewing his chest back together.

He took in a deep breath and whimpered. He wasn't sure whether it was because he could finally actually breath again. Or if every single breath still hurt.

"Don't you dare fucking die on me now Lupin." He wasn't sure who said it. What did those words even mean? He was dying, wasn't he? The voice should just let him die.

"Come on you animal. I'm not letting you die before you've been useful."

"Oww" He tried to say. He didn't succeed. While he finally felt his tongue again, it was bleeding and swollen in his mouth. Not that he could feel that pain. Everything else hurt too much for it to stand out. At least his ears were working a little bit. Though every word felt like another hammer to the head. But they were working better than his eyes at the moment. They saw just black everywhere.

"The fuck is wrong with you Snape?!"

He flinched because of the loud sound, then cried out in pain because he flinched.

"We're better off without that filth."

"We're better off without you too if this is how you are going to act! What's next? You're going to poison our food? Murder us in our sleep?"

The voices were so loud and so painful. He barely registered what it was that they were yelling about. It was as if his brain tried to nudge him, but instead it only increased the painful pounding. Another wave of relief hit him. As if someone carefully took a layer of pain off of him. He tried and was finally able to swallow. The taste of iron stinging in his mouth.

"Lllly," he muttered, blood trickling out of his mouth as he attempted to say it. That had been what his brain was trying to tell him so badly. Lily. Why though? He wasn’t sure. It probably didn't matter.

"What did he say?"

"Lily. I think- for fucks sake Lupin stop moving. Merlin’s balls there is blood everywhere."

"I don't think he's in control of his body. The fuck did you do you pathetic son of a whore!?”

"Lily? Are you fucking serious? Are you still after that bitch Snape? We are trying to stop a war from happening and you can only think with your dick?"

"Guys! I need potions, now! I don't know if he's gonna make it-"

There were so many voices. All spoke so loudly and at once. It was impossible the follow. It was a complete sensory overload. Combined with the pain that kept on coming back, then disappearing again. It was so much to deal with.

He blinked a few times and was still unable to see anything. Would he ever see anything again? Maybe it was better if he didn't. Why was he still fighting? It wasn't as if anyone cared that he would be gone. No one would morn him. No one would weep for him. Maybe it was better. One less monster on this earth.

"Hurry the fuck up I'm losing him!" 

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chiba Mamoru/Tsukino Usagi Characters: Tsukino Usagi, Chiba Mamoru, Inner Senshi Summary:

All she’d wanted had been to blow off some steam during her shuukatsu. How had things gotten this complicated??

CHAPTER 7 IS UP! Thank you @daikon1

I am so excited I have already re-read the whole story twice today.

e n e m i e s t o l o v e r s t r o p e - p r o m p t l i s t

these are prompt lists which im so excited to do and share in the future and i hope my list only grows :) btw i used this dialogue and scenario format from smn else, it was an ss or Pinterest, if anyone does know who its from please tag em <3

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

"As if you would ever cross my fucking mind."

"fuck you" "when"

“He so likes her.”

“I don’t mind wasting time on you.”

“I feel the opposite of hate…towards you.”

“I feel things…”

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you"

“I might need more.”

“I’m not…used to feeling this way, okay?”

“Oh - don’t fucking do that.”

"shut up and kiss me"

"such a pretty liar mhmm"

“Took you long enough.”

“We might have been wrong.”

"what did you do"

“What the fuck is your problem?

"where the hell is he?"

"you want me?" "you know i do"

"stop crying"

"stop acting as if you're royalty, join reality."

"this is so wrong-"

-ˏˋ. scenarios ˊˎ-

both of them are in forced proximity because of a crowd rush

internal conflict of being enemies with benefits

fake dating to get someone of their back

enemies but they are shivering and the other offers their hoodie

they make fun of eachother just to keep their attention

they have to work together and they hit a realization on how its not too bad

injured and goes to them to fix up their wounds as they have no where else to go

cant stand that they're ignoring them

Cigarette and Beer