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“I hear the only true knight these days is the Silent Knight.” Raymun sighs after discussing Aerion’s stunt at the tourney. Dunk nods, having at least heard your title once from Ser Arlan before his recent passing. “His actions speak more than his words—“ the brunette slurs, raising his ale. The tall knight thinks about honor, about the knights of these days and why they lack it. He is unsure if you really have it, but if the word around the tents is true then he might enjoy your company someday.

You were particular. You had methods, ever since you learned you needed them. Hiding your identity was the first. It was generally dangerous for all women where you frequented. Especially those carrying large bags— you would’ve been begging on hands and knees for unwanted attention. More than the usual at least.

Dressed in loosely draped cloths, you put on the guise of an old merchant no one wanted to buy anything from while traveling between tourneys. Your horse-drawn cart looked old, but what was under the ragged cloths was worth more than your entire being. Plus your horse. You wanted the least amount of attention possible— for now.

Luckily in this village you had a friend who had told you about a suitable spot in the forest on the outskirts. This one had a nice back door entry route into the tourney area, and it was right next to a small hot spring. You rolled your eyes at her, not thinking seriously about the amenity.

“Need I not live like a Targaryen...” You laughed at her after meeting on her way to the coast. She grins and hands you a map and basket, filled with some eggs and bread. Before you can reiterate your point she hushes you.

“Don’t! Win your tourney, you. Get some knight on knight action, after.” She winks, turning about on her way.

Following the map closely, you come upon the small clearing in the trees.

“Time to unpack for these days ahead (H/N).” You sigh at your steed, getting to work so you can make it into town to shop before it gets too busy.

Everyone knows when the Silent Knight comes to the villages, it’s best you wager on him. The townspeople had plenty to say of the character, speculating where he was staying, what knights he was friendly with, the ones he could beat— most. All you do is grin to yourself, turning your head down and thinking of what to meat to buy for the evening.

You normally only wore your armor to and from the tourneys, but now you were feeling like you had to wear it all of the time. Upon returning to your tent, you caught a little bald squire poking around in your belongings in the cart. You watch from behind the brush, noticing him hesitate after discovering your helm and shield under the fabric. Wanting to see who the culprit is, you watch close as he covers the cart and drops down. He starts speaking to (H/N) and your eyes fall upon the little Targaryen, who has disguised himself by shaving the bright hair off. You had been in the family’s company a few months at their request, meaning to train Aerion—who had better things to do, like look for your undisguised self to harass. Aegon would watch you train yourself instead, thinking you’d never noticed him high in the ceiling posts.

You assume he wants to speak with the Silent Knight based on the way he sits on the log you put by your fire pit. He sits up when you break through the leaves.

“Hello boy,” you set your bag down and turn to him. He eyes you carefully.

“Where is he?”

“Pardon?”

“The Silent Knight, I wish to speak with him please, it is urgent.”

“You speak too eloquently for a common squire, Aeg.” His face goes as white as his hair would’ve been, had he any. Looking to dart off, he almost gets away before you catch him. “Would you calm down! It is me you little fool.” You hiss as his elbow digs into you. All he can say is a small ‘wow’ before spouting out the reason he sought your skills.

“A trial by seven…” You’d heard the story a few years back, unsurprised by Aerion’s selfishness in the act of calling upon others. “I will help, but I think we need to sort out our stories.” Aeg nods, waiting politely for you to go first. “Only you know my truth, and it will stay that way. Not even Dunk. I want to know this man who has been more a brother than your own, first. Tonight in the town?” The boy nods, grinning. “(Y/N) is my name when I do not wear my armor.“ You sigh.

“It’s a pretty name, I think you and Ser will get along. And he calls me Egg. Just so you know.” You let out a small laugh and look at the sun in the sky, telling Egg to get his knight in town tonight for you to meet, before you decide to die for him.

You cook up your meal and eat peacefully alone before you embark on this small adventure. A trial by seven had not been heard of in ages. Until the spoiled brat of the dragon family. Grimacing, you remember having to dodge his advances for months while you weren’t disguised during your explicit training routine. You had to be just charming enough to get respect not only as trainer, but also hired as a common laundry maid in order to explain your presence otherwise.

Had you been born anywhere lower in the world, you would’ve been dead before you turned three— it’s a miracle you even learned to talk decently. But you made something of it. Standing abruptly, you tear away the thoughts of your home. The ones people would kill to know— where the Silent Knight grew up. You toss your leftovers into the pot and cover it, planning to come back to it after meeting with Aeg’s companion.

You couldn’t exactly live your life and commit fully to being a lady, but you knew enough to get by when you preferred some nicer fitting cloths and accessories. Dressing like an actual woman again, you sauntered into town— hoping to draw attention on this occasion. Egg’s eyes darted to you entering the local tavern, tugging on Dunk’s sleeve.

Dunk looks up from studying his plate, the once dark look he had flowing away. He’d never seen such a beautiful lady— even Tanselle had escaped his thoughts after she’d promptly left town. Eyes wide, his cheeks burn warm like the fire nearby.

“You should talk to her, Ser.” Egg suggests. Now, the tall knight looks at his squire like he’s gone mad.

“I certainly should not…” Dunk whispers and looks away, not noticing you approaching the table.

“I think she’s decided for you.” Egg grins, darting off after collecting his table scraps.

Upon introducing yourself to the honorable hedge knight, you learned he was originally of Flea Bottom before squiring around the realm with the hedge knight Ser Arlan of Pennytree.

“So you’ve been around quite much these past few years, what a privilege it is.” You comment, thinking of all the places you’d gotten to see due to the nature of your lifestyle. Dunk observes your demeanor, at least putting together the fact you’d traveled before.

“Are you wed? Sorry, do you have a husband around somewhere?” He politely asks before getting his hopes anywhere near rising.

“I am privileged enough to care for myself mostly, I have friends in many places if I need.” Dunk shyly grins, nodding at your statement.

“I want to be that way too, well I suppose I’m on the way to…” His head dips, light brown hair shining with the fire.

“Well, you’ve just made one with me so any friend of mine is a friend of yours now.” He thinks you don’t catch his look as you take a swig of your ale, but your blush tells otherwise. “Let’s dance.” You set down the cup and grab the giants arm, pulling him with ease. He makes a noise but ultimately follows, having the best time he’s had in awhile.

After the evening filled with dancing, drinking, and celebration, you tell Dunk you wish for some fresher air.

“Thank you for accompanying me this night, Ser. You are quite the gentle man, and you seem honorable from what I have heard.” You compliment, making the tall knight flush red in the moonlight.

“Thank you (Y/N), you are too kind… may I walk you back to your tent? I’m sure Egg has made his way back to our lodgings.” Dunk offers, looking down at you. Even though you didn’t need it, you accepted to spend some more time with him.

On the walk he told you of what Aerion did to Tanselle. It painfully reminded you of a few nights when you were still learning routines around the dragons as a common maid. You knew before, but now you were sure his cause was truly worthy. To you, at least.

“My lodgings aren’t that glamorous, but a friend trusted this spot for me so I do as well.” You explain, clearing the way and showing off your setup. He looks around, like he’d never seen such a beautiful place. He noted it was very well put together, and noticed the hot spring. You commented about using it soon, and he said his goodnights, wanting to find Egg and go to sleep before his big trial.

But you did not use your spring, just yet anyways, you had to wait for Egg to sneak off from Dunk so you could give him your answer. An hour later he came skipping in, having pried information about the mystery girl from his knight.

“Heard you had a good knight.” He winks, teasing.

“Careful,” you shoot him a look, “you’re waiting for an important answer from me.” He quiets down and nods, giving a small ‘sorry.’ Looking up at the stars you think about one night in the castle, from before.

You liked roaming the castle at night, unfortunately as did Aerion. Never had your paths or schedules crossed before, so you hadn’t the slightest clue he’d heard you humming from down the hallway. He had stopped, quickly peering around the corner to see you. The Targaryen had noticed you first directly after his father had approved your hiring. Something about you he liked. He liked it so much he’d ditch training session on training session with The Silent Knight just to look for you. When that didn’t work, and he’d finally found you now, he had to take his chance.

His hand shot out before your face, aiming to grab you before anything could be done about it. Unfortunately for him and his missed training sessions, he wasn’t fast enough for your reaction. You shot backwards, crouching, waiting for the assailant wearily. Because who in the castle would want a common maid?

Aerion’s heels click as his calmly turns the corner. You stand straight as he looks at you closely, approaching.

“There are women who would die to receive my touch.” He states, his words resembling fire and heating your cheek. He grabs your arm forcefully and would have broken it had Daeron not stumbled out of his large room door, drunken but stern enough to send Aerion away. But that would not be the last run in with the white-haired heir.

You return to your conversation with the boy. He looks at you expectantly.

“I will commit to being one of your seven, but I want to have your permission to have Aerion’s hand.” You leave out your reasoning.

Mike looked at the clock from his bed expectantly. You were supposed to be in his room twenty minutes ago, and you were never late. Rolling off of his bed, he moves to the door and hears your beautiful laugh from downstairs. Furrowing his brows, he opens it and moves down to the first floor.

You don’t notice the tall boy’s eyes on you as he peers around the corner. He takes in your beautiful face, laughing as Holly gabs on with her intricate storyline. Mike stands in the doorway now, just observing with his arms crossed. He never realized how great with the kids you were since you were the Monk of the party, but it made sense. If anything, he was glad you had that motherly sense— and you could protect them? Something in his brain clicks, and he starts thinking about the future. His future, with you.

Mike and (Y/N) Wheeler. Would you have a son or daughter first? How many would you have? Names? Who of your friends would be the godparents of each? Where would you live?

Mike was already thinking it all.

As Mike lets his thoughts drift on about you, he unknowingly sports the stoniest face you’ve ever seen. You had sensed him coming down the stairs— via the creaky floorboard at the top. When the lack of his whine about you being late didn’t come, you were surprised and looked toward him. He looked intently, zoned out just above you.

“Alright Holly, time for me to spend some time with Mikey, have fun with Miss Louise!” You set her doll down and stand up, shaking Mike out of his little trance. “Hey there, Wheeler.” You grin, lightly holding his hand as you move upstairs. He hums a small greeting back, letting himself be pulled.

You relax on his bed, watching him look out his window. He almost looks like he’s brooding. His unusual behavior is beginning to go noticed by you.

“What’s up with you Mike? It’s not because I was late right? Holly just wanted me to play with her for a litt-“

“No, no, not at all!” He interrupts, spinning to face you. The complete 180 of his attitude makes you wonder, your face conveying confusion. Mikes face flushes red. “It’s just that…” he trails off, thinking about his words carefully. “I think you’d… I think we um…” Your breath starts to stall in your lungs.

“…should break up?” You spit out, making his head shoot up and shake vigorously.

“No (Y/N) absolutely not— why would you think that?”

“Well you’ve been acting weird ever since I got here, you weren’t exactly dragging me away from your family like usual…” You note, usually he wanted you all to himself. You could be in the middle of conversation with Karen and Nancy but Mike would tear you away without fail.

Mike realizes his behavior has been strange and sits by you on his bed, putting his head in his hands. He mumbles something into his palms you can’t quite get.

“What’s that Mikey?” You lean closer.

“I think you’d make a great mom.” He says more clearly, taking the breath out of your lungs this time around.

There was just something about that compliment that made you short circuit. Now, you were the red one.

“I was just watching you play with Holly and just thought that you would make a great mom, and then I thought about being the dad.” He confesses. You roll your eyes and move to wrap your arms around him.

“You’re adorable. Mike Wheeler, down with a case of baby fever.” Laughing, you kiss him on the cheek. He lightens up once he hears your lack of discomfort and hugs you back. “You’d make a great dad. And I come down with the fever sometimes too.” He nods and chuckles, relieved that you feel the same way.

“Wanna go to the roof and talk about it?” He suggests, you grin and jump to his window wasting no time unlocking it.

“Who’s first in line for godparent roles?” You laugh, laying next to Mike at your spot, watching the stars. He sits up, having asked himself that just hours before.

“I think we’re going to have to ‘Three Stooges’ it between the guys.” He sighs seeing no other fair way to choose. Not accepting this idea, you suggest another.

“Okay so Max and Lucas, and then Will and Dustin can share baby number two.” You decide, Mike agreeing immediately.

“Steve will be babysitting though.” Mike points out, reliving their times with the older friend.

“Mike, your house is going to have more people in it than the Brady Bunch if I sneak over tonight.” You whisper-laugh, turning to him. He had been begging you to have a Christmas sleepover for days now, but with so many people in the house it was going to be hard to find privacy.

“I know, but it’s not any worse than Thanksgiving Break was…” Mike gives you his best puppy eyes. Over that break Karen flipped out, and on top of being grounded, Mike was moved into the basement. No windows down there, you had to expertly get in and out from the door, without being seen.

“Fine, I’ll be there after dinner, leave your window unlocked.” Seeing you cave in made him the happiest boy, and he quickly embraced you before going back to the mission: Christmas presents for The Party.

Once you get your shopping done, you head home to get ready. After Mike was done with his gifts he had to go help with his family in town, but this allowed you to get one of his presents for later. You throw it on before your sweater and pants and put on your best roof climbing shoes before leaving on your bike to the Wheeler’s.

There were cars lined down the drive. The whole way. Shaking your head, you pass his house to toss your bike in the bushes and sneak to the latticed corner. Of course you fell for the Wheeler boy, pulling yourself up the house has you feeling like a Harrington. Smirking to yourself, you heave open his window and slip in quietly.

There wasn’t any rhyme or reason as to why you were the one Michael begged to have over all the time, you just were. It started when you were kids, Karen asking if he wanted to have a friend over since Nancy went to her friends house. Not a beat passed before he thought of his (H/C) classmate. Not Will? His mom even asked. Mike shook his head.

That’s not to say he didn’t ever have his other friends over, when you were busy with your other activities, and later Max and El, they were more than welcome over. You loved having that priority though… The Party may be a democracy, but you were definitely the First Lady.

Mike wasn’t like anyone else, you could be nothing and everything with him. With him there was no pressure, but he could make you feel like the most special person in the world with just one sentence. And he did this to you a lot.

Meanwhile, Mike was downstairs with his extensive family. The house was truly filled, both sides happening to decide Hawkins was the place to be. Double the family, double the dinner, double the questions.

“So Mike, have a girlfriend yet?” One of his uncles asks, before he can answer himself Holly interrupts.

“(Y/N)! She’s so nice, when she comes over early before Mike gets home we play dolls together.” Mikes face flushes as he remembers you’re probably already waiting for him.

“Well she’s not my girlfriend y-“

“Yet, Mike hangs out with her more than anyone else. I’m surprised she’s not here right now.” Nancy teases, using the holiday as one of the few days the can be a normal family.

Mike excuses himself to use his restroom, planning to run up and greet you quickly before heading back down for dessert. The evening had been running a little long, he’d hoped you hadn’t been waiting too-

His door clicks open and he almost bursts into flames where he stands. There you are, his best friend, laid up on his bedsheets in a short skirted Santa dress.

“Merry Christmas Michael,” You coo. He’s frozen until he hears relatives at the bottom of the stairs. In a swift movement he steps in and shuts the door.

“W-What’re,” He swallows thickly, “you look great.” You smile and sit up on your knees, looking upwards at his ceiling fan. His eyes follow yours to the bright red berries and green leaves dangling just above his head.

“Guess you gotta kiss me Wheeler.”

And he does, meeting you on his bedsheets and kissing you feverishly. He wasn’t sure if it was your position, or the outfit, or you calling him Michael, but something broke the part of him with the excuse. The excuse that you two were only friends, and you’d been friends for so long, you couldn’t ruin it. You slide your fingers into his curls and kiss him harder, eliciting a sigh from Mike.

“(Y/N),” he pulls off of you, looking you up and down. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mike.” You assure, pulling him down on top of you.

His lanky legs straddle one of yours as one arm supports himself over you, the other respectfully on your hip— toying with the soft hem of the Santa dress. Your hands move all over his nice Christmas shirt and khakis, resting on his neck, delicately playing with his hair. He grins, kissing you deeper while your legs wrap around him.

As you swiftly flip him over, you fail to hear the click of his door opening.

“Missus Claus?” You freeze and stop Mike’s hands from going anywhere else. Turning, you show Holly that her beloved Santa isn’t being cheated on. Her eyes and grin widen and she goes to speak before Mike shushes her.

“I’ll give you my whole stocking if you don’t tell.” She locks her lips and throws away the key. You mouth a thank you and make a mental note to take her for ice cream the next time you play dolls with her.

After she shuts the door you turn back towards Mike and you both sigh in relief, before giggling to each other.

“What’s so funny?” He laughs, looking at you with his big cute grin.

“Holly saw Michael kissing Missus Claus underneath the mistletoe~” You jokingly sing in-tune. He kisses you again.

When the armed forces starts getting shipped to quarantine Hawkins, Indiana of all places, you wanted to know why. They had begun picking out more and more special candidates to be taken to the “new base” there. It wasn’t a surprise, more of the smarter and those who excelled in bootcamp were placed in your current base halfway across the country. Murmurs around the barracks suggested something was going on in the town. You had your opinions, but you wanted to know for sure.

While walking back to your bed at the end of the day you see a sealed folder placed neatly on your likewise made bed. Like the others being sent to Hawkins, you just received your new assignments.

You’ll leave with a few others at 3 am sharp. Sighing, you begin packing your one allotted bag for the spontaneous journey.

You were placed at the local high school. They said they wanted someone the children could talk to if they had any concerns, someone close to their age. Only after your 45 hour course on classified information and how to speak to the public about it, of course. You were given an office and were basically expected to be the SRO on campus. It wasn’t a bad gig, it was just recruitment with more steps. But you wanted to do something. To know what was really going on in this boring little town.

The door to your office cracked open with the pressure of children flooding the hallways. Putting down your pen, you got up and went to shut it when you heard something interesting.

“It’s the upside-down, he’s in there somewhere and every crawl we’re getting closer!” A hushed whisper yell passes by the door. You crack it open and see the Wheeler and Byers boys walking by. After hearing about ‘zombie boy’ from a girl wanting to skip class in your office you had read a little bit about what happened a few years ago. Humming, you shut the door and turn on your radio, passing time until your next duty.

Unfortunately, your poor performance of sleeping the night before meant you fell asleep. Until you were rudely awakened by Rockin’ Robin and Upside Down by Diana Ross. Jolting up in your chair you turn the radio up. The coincidence is enough for you to investigate on your own. You pack up your bag at the end of the day and change into your normal clothes. Now, to drive to the Wheeler’s residence.

Right as you pull up to the house in your car Mike is pushing his bike down the drive, meeting your gaze as you step out. He looks like he’s about to run or just drop to the ground.

“Relax I just want to talk.” You put your hands up, your tone doing almost a 180° than what it sounds like in school. Mike would never admit it to the boys but he was intimidated by you, even if you were just a year older. There was something about the Hawkins-unique army uniform you were always wearing. The way you stood silently in the halls watching. He had no idea why you were there, and the mystery of it interested him.

“Sergea-“ he clears his throat and you interrupt him by shaking your hand.

“(Y/N), just call me my name please. I just wanted to ask you about something I heard earlier.” You explain, he grips his bike handles. “You mentioned ‘the upside down’ like it was a place… then Rockin’ Robin had her whole Diana Ross sesh on the radio…” You wait. He avoids your eyes and thinks something over in his head.

“You won’t believe me.” He decides. Your eyes narrow and you motion for him to put the bike in your car. “What?” He questions.

“You’re going to the base aren’t you? I’ll give you a lift and explain it to me. I know something is going on when Upside Down by Diana Ross is played that much.” Mike doesn’t know if it’s your words, lack of uniform, or the fact you’re the only girl who’s ever offered him a ride— but he puts his bike in the trunk and gets in.

You park a few blocks away from where you know the army is tracking surveillance footage around the base and turn off your car.

“So you’re looking for this monster in there every time they go in and out?” He nods. “I want in.” You state, looking at him. Even if he said no you would still have more luck in the base than he would. But he wouldn’t dream of it.

“We already have everything planned to a tee tonight and we haven’t done many so it needs to be perfect, but you would be really helpful. So I say yes, but I need to run it by the others first. Can I talk to you about it tomorrow?” Pleasantly surprised at his willingness and cooperation, you nod.

“Deal Wheeler.”

Ever since that crawl night you and Mike were pretty close. He liked hearing about your hometown and the special army stuff you did and you always liked knowing more about the town you were stationed in. And he was pretty funny. And smart. And nice. He could say the same about you though, especially because of your comforting efforts after his parents were attacked and Holly was taken. The group was more than happy to accommodate someone on the actual inside too, even if it was minor your skills still made a difference. A way in was a way in.

And it became even more helpful when escorting Derek the Delightful back to the rest of his class within the base.

“(L/N)! Do you mind staying here? I need to report to the canteen.” Just like planned.

“Of course not! Take your time.” You grin, pushing Derek to start his part of the plan. Sitting behind the desk, you put your feet up and wait, praying for smooth sailing.

A piercing scream would interrupt your thinking. You quickly jump up and see one of the girls in the class come running from the bathroom before a loud bang comes from the outer door. You murmur a curse before shoving the desk to best block the door before sprinting to the bathroom— almost slipping and falling from the water. Will and Mike are trying to fix the problem while Joyce escorts the last kid the group can manage. Before you can turn back around and get back to the door, it flies open, sending the desk to the side.

The others and yourself are apprehended and escorted outside. You’re getting an earful from a higher rank while the others argue with your peers. Then, they come. The demogorgons the group calls them. When you saw your first one at the Turnbow’s house you didn’t know what to think, it was a nasty humanoid creature, almost invincible. Mike was sweet enough to talk to you about it— sure he had warned you nights before but it’s different when it’s standing right in front of you.

He had been so young when he’d seen it for the first time.

He came to one of your office hours and invited you over. You had climbed into his window and hung out for the evening. He went into more detail than he could before.

While the soldiers are focused on the new threats you’re focused on helping Mike get the kids away.

“(Y/N) look out!” Mike yells. You dodge the lanky limb that swings at you and turn to move the kids away before it throws you aside and into a truck.

With your legs tucked up into the chair you sat in, you laughed. For the first time in awhile, you laughed. Mike was busy enthusiastically showing you a reenactment of how the monsters looked while creeping towards you.

“That’s awful. And they’re tall too?” You giggle. He nods and stands up straight in front of you.

“Yeah, and their head opens up like this,” he puts his wrists together and opens his hands palm out, fingers splayed. You imagine it and grimace. He puts his hands down and scoots next to you in the chair. “You don’t have to do this, I don’t even know why you want to.” He sighs.

“Beats doing nothing and dying in this stupid town.” You shrug and look over at him already grinning. “And you’re pretty cool, Wheeler.” You roll your eyes.

“Think I’d make a good military man?” He asks and you nod. “Seriously?” He stares.

“From what I’ve heard, yeah, but I don’t encourage it. Because if you’re that skilled you get sent to places like this.” You get quiet and observe his room.

“Hey do you want to spend the night? We can watch movies!” He stands abruptly and turns on his television. You didn’t have any assignments tomorrow and already planned to spend it with the group so you nodded and slid onto his bed.

“Sure your mom won’t mind?” You joke, hearing the commotion of the overstuffed house below.

“Just as long as we’re quiet.” He smirks while turning the volume up. Moving out of the way, you roll over to “your” side. His bed was undoubtedly your favorite place to stay when you don’t have to be on the base early the next day.

“(Y/N)!” Mike shakes you awake, sitting you up before making you stand away from the gaping hole in the ground. Your eyes widen as you watch the thing crawl out and towards you two. Out of your peripheral you see a pipe on the ground and stomp the edge, flipping it up into your hand. Pushing Mike behind you, you mirror the demogorgons swinging claw and bash it with the pipe as it freezes in the air. Mike pulls you back and you both see Will— seemingly holding it back— before snapping its limbs.

It’s only now you realize they made it away with the kids while you were knocked out. You almost want to puke until Mike holds you close, assuring you that they’ll be found. You regroup with those that made it, and get on with the next phase.

Back at the Wheeler residence you and Mike sneak away to his room.

“You… you didn’t even hesitate.” He speaks up, breaking the delicate silence that followed everyone home. You look up. “It already threw you and then came at me and you just… just protected me.”

“I mean that’s part of the job…”

“I know, I know, it’s just cool. I think you’re really cool and strong and smart.” He confesses, making you crack a smile. He was a cutie.

From inside of the dorm, Rowan panics. He desperately hoped it wasn’t Weems coming to reprimand him for his loud music. He wasn’t playing that loud, was he? He quickly puts his guitar back into the case and slides it under his bed along with the small amp. He makes sure the room is presentable, silently thanking Xavier for cleaning his side before heading to his shed for the night. When Rowan opens the door, he’s surprised to see you.

“Hi (Y/N).” He steps aside to let you in, noticing you looking around.

“Is Xavier not here?” His mouth draws into a thin line. Of course you wanted to see him.

“No, he left for his shed about an hour ago.” Your face changes to look amused.

“So the music was yours?”

“Uhm, yes.” You watch as he nervously shifts on his feet, eyes flickering towards his bed.

“Can I hear you play?” Rowan’s eyes widen and he shrugs, moving to get his guitar. Now, your eyes widen when you see the dark electric instrument.

You and Rowan sit side by side on his bed as he gently strums the strings. He opted against the amp, seeing how fatigued you seemed at the moment. Your eyes watch as he deftly moves his fingers across the strings, playing a softer tune than he was previously. He stiffened when your head rested against his shoulder. An idea drifts it’s way into his mind as you drift off into sleep at the gently lullaby Rowan was kind enough to give you.

“Do you want to sleep here tonight?” He murmurs, playing softer. Your eyes trail up to his, creasing as you smile.

“I’d like that.” You yawn. Rowan nods and sets his guitar aside, allowing room for you to lay back. He gets up to properly put away his guitar and moves towards Xavier’s bed. “What are you doing?” You yawn again. “If Xavier comes back he’s going to want his bed.”

“Well- I just thought-“ His words stop when he sees you scoot over to make room for him behind you.

“Come on, it’s getting cold.” You hum. Rowan swallows thickly and steps over towards the bed, sliding under the covers. “Don’t be shy Ro… you can hold me.” Rowan blushes hard as he wraps his arms around you. “When did you start?” You ask quietly.

“About a year and a half ago. My father got it for me as an apology.”

“You’re really good. Can I hear you play for real sometime?”

“Yeah, of course.” He smiles into you.

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“Rowan!” You shout bursting into he and Xavier’s shared dorm. Xavier grunts, having messed up a stroke on his painting. You let out a quick apology before diving onto Rowan’s bed, screaming of joy into the pillows. Rowan emerges from the bathroom with a questioning look, drying his hair with a towel. You get up and quickly hug him. He chuckles at your excitement and grips his towel tighter, hugging you with his other arm.

“What’s up with you?”

“We got the gig!” You grin.

“Where and what time? Nightshades’ll be there.” Xavier nods, putting away his things.

“Crackstone’s crypt at seven, everyone’s gonna be there!” He nods and leaves the dorm to go round up the others. You kiss Rowan hard and pull away. “Okay. Okay I’m gonna go get ready.” He nods, kissing you again before you run out into the hallway to go get your band mates ready.

It was your bands first real gig after forming a few weeks back, and it was going great. Your skilled fingers worked the guitar strings well as your band followed along with the rock tune. Adrenaline took control of your arms until they hurt, coming up towards the end of the show. Everyone cheered hard, which was slightly unusual for the Jericho normies, but they were tipsy so their judgement was thankfully impaired. You put your guitar away and hand it to your drummer to put in the canoe. Rowan strolls up to you on the shore.

“You we’re amazing.” He compliments as you half way collapse into his arms.

“Thank you but I’m so tired, Ro.” You groan.

“So you don’t want my celebration gift when we get back to my dorm?” Your head lifts, questioning your boyfriend.

“Well now I do, let’s go.” You pull him along to your canoe. Thankfully, he takes the oars from you and makes the journey himself.

Rowan thanks Xavier for his willingness to spend the night in his shed to leave you two be and leads you to the room.

“Go make yourself comfortable.” He kisses your head. You fall back onto his mattress and kick off your shoes, legs dangling off the edge. He sets your guitar gently on his desk and stalks over to you.

“So what’s the surprise?” You murmur, grinning up at him as he stands between your legs. He doesn’t say anything, and instead kneels. You bite your lip and sit up on sore arms, watching as he tugs your pants down. You lift your hips to help him out and immediately his mouth is on your covered heat.

You gasp and wrap your aching legs around his head. His hand squeezes your thigh and you spread them, letting his head lift up.

“I have to get these off of you before you do that, sweetheart.” He smirks, stretching the fabric and releasing it, smacking against your drenched cunt. You moan and let him slide the underwear down your legs. His lips reconnect with your cunt, his tongue sliding in between your folds. You moan out as you feel his tongue breach your cunt, dipping into your hole. His nose bumps your clit repeatedly as he devours you, sinful sounds of him kissing your pussy filling the room. Your soft moans spur him on to go faster, and your hand moves to his hair. Despite the soreness from the amount you played, they strongly grip his brown hair while you rut against his face. Now, your legs wrap around his head as you near your needed orgasm. The heaviness in you grows and snaps on a particularly hard suck from Rowan. You tiredly cry out as you cum in his mouth, hips bucking into his face while he licks you clean.

He moves you up on the bed, your head hitting the soft pillow. Rowan lays beside you, pulling you in for a kiss before you drift off.

“I think you’re my biggest fan.” You quietly chuckle, eyes closed.

“I brought you some vending machine food.” You offer, holding the tray through the opening in the bars.

“Thank you, thank you for being here.” He sighs, defeated.

You’d heard a little bit of the conversation happening before you entered. About how Wednesday ruined his life. Your heart ached for Xavier, seeing how stressed this whole situation made him, ever since Wednesday stepped through Nevermore’s front doors. He sets the tray on the sad excuse of a bed and sits down, running a hand through his disheveled hair. You hum and slot your arms through the bars.

“Come here, Xavi.” His chains won’t allow him to touch the bars, but your arms can reach his own. You squeeze his hands and gaze up into his eyes. “This is going to work out, I know it will.” In this moment, Xavier is lucky to have you. You were always around when he needed you. He often wondered if you knew when to be around.

“I know, whenever you know something you really do know it.” He looks up, seeing Sheriff Galpin walk into the room. “You should go, I don’t want you seeing me do the walk of shame.” You nod and give his hands one last squeeze before leaving the sheriffs department.

Enid calls you on your way back to Nevermore, hastily explaining something about the Nightshades. Ajax must’ve finally spilled the beans, you assure her you’d be there as soon as possible, speeding up to a light jog back to the campus.

You snap twice and slide into the hidden cavern, seeing everyone else already planning something.

“What’s happening?” You ask, watching everyone closely.

“We’re evacuating the campus, Enid is going to look for Wednesday.” Bianca nods, heading up the stairs.

“I’ll help evacuate and direct people outside.” You head up the stairs, following the sirens. While you didn’t share their talent, people seemed to trust you whenever you spoke. Your gift of intuition was always trusted at Nevermore, although these past few weeks they had been rather vague.

“Don’t ask questions, just calmly get your friends and follow the others outside.” You gently grasp a younger girls shoulder, guiding her with your words. She agrees immediately and turns to her friends. You do this to a few more sparse groups before noticing most of the kids are outside Nevermore’s fence. You look into the quad from the walkway and see Wednesday with a hatted figure. Deep down you knew it was Crackstone and something bad was going to happen to your friends if you didn’t distract him for a second. Quickly, you run down the stairs, sending more kids to go with Bianca outside while you step onto the grass behind Wednesday.

Crackstone looks up towards you, taking his eyes off of Wednesday.

“You shouldn’t be here. Go, run along with your monstrous friends.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you belonged out there with them.” You retort, angering him. However, it deemed true. He had become the very thing he set out to destroy in the first place- those who were abnormal. He shouldn’t be here, looking awful in this century. Upset with your words, he raises his staff and strikes the ground with it, sending green shocks coursing through the grass towards you. Your legs don’t move, your intuition screaming for them not to. Crackstone watches on as they meet your shoes, lighting up your legs until they reach your head, your mind- the small place in it where your intuition lies. A heart shattering shout sounds out from behind you as you fall to the ground, your entire being feeling sore beyond belief. You remained conscious for a little while after, only falling into slumber when an ambulance arrived.

Xavier had watched you, looking for the right words to shout at Crackstone but unable to say anything to distract him. When your figure collapsed, a sob ripped from deep in himself as he sprinted across the grass towards you. He dove down, covering your body with his own as he clung to you, convincing himself he was keeping you safe from any more harm.

“Please, please (Y/N) you have to be okay. You have to. Stay with me, please.” He pleads into your hair. You lied unmoving in his arms until the ambulance arrived on campus, a few paramedics cautiously approaching him. When he realizes their presence, he squeezes you one last time before allowing them to take you. The police take his statement and let him go, but the only place he wants to be is by your side.

Xavier does the mature thing though, now that you were safe, and regroups with everyone. After finding his friends safe and enemies held accountable, he feels better, but not by much since you weren’t there celebrating with everyone. Bianca tells him about how you led students out during the evacuation and distracted Crackstone while Wednesday initiated the duel, catching him off guard enough for her to win. Sighing, Xavier excuses himself. Eventually, he comes across a few people waiting to go to the hospital for checkups and gets in the line. He felt fine, he just needed a ride to see you. To see if you were okay.

Upon his arrival, he ducks away from the nurses and follows the trail of dust and ash on the ground, assuming it’d fallen from you. Eventually, it leads him to a room. He quietly sneaks into the dark room and approaches the bed, seeing you. Your face now looks relaxed, softened. He knew that you knew you were safe now. He sits on the chair near the hospital bed, he carefully holds your hand. You were seriously injured from the dark magic and he did not want to hurt you further. Feeling your warm hand made him feel better. He encases your palm in his own two and rests his head against the mattress. He feels like he should feel some sort of relief, but he doesn’t think you’d be so lucky as you previously had been.

He doesn’t want to think it, he hates himself for even letting the idea creep into his mind. Xavier can’t help but think you’ll never awake. He’ll never get to see your eyes again, he’ll never hear your voice again, never witness your intuition working in mysterious ways. His eyes fill with tears, wetting the pristine bedsheets with saltiness as he quietly sobs into it.

All he can think about during his therapy session is you. Dr. Kinbott takes notice of his happier attitude and encourages him to pursue this nice distraction. However, he’d decided that the minute he saw you enter the Weathervane with Wednesday two weeks back. He loved the way he could tower over you, forcing you to look up just to catch his eyes. Today was even better, it truly was an accident, but now he had an excuse to meet you. After the session he immediately strolls over to his work, seeing you at a booth through the window.

Since that day you and Tyler had never been happier. He took you on countless dates, even going as far as letting you meet his father. He was hesitant at first, but deemed you harmless enough after the third meeting. Tyler knew that also carried over into the bedroom, or wherever you two wanted each other. His size made it easy for you to melt into him, always seeking refuge in his large figure. He could protect you, and you fully trusted him with that fact. Which is why you followed him out to Crackstone’s Crypt without a second thought.

“What have you got planned?” You ask, pulling the blanket further around yourself. Currently, Tyler had you sat across from him in one of the Nevermore canoes, rowing to what you presume is Crackstone’s Crypt. You’d been there a few times with your friends, but you had no idea Tyler knew how to get to it this easily.

He seems to have read your mind.

“It’s a surprise, a few friends and I have been planning it for a few days. All for you.” You flush, the lantern illuminating your face. You hum and dip your hand in the cool water, waiting to land on the island.

He gently guides you out of the canoe and onto land when you arrive.

“I’m going to blindfold you.” He warns, pulling the strip of fabric around your head. You cling to him as he leads you into the crypt. He leaves your embrace for a moment to mess with something before coming back to undo the blindfold.

The crypt is filled with lights, and near the center is a cozy slab of blankets and pillows surrounded with different candles.

“I was thinking we could try something new.” He starts, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His head rests above yours, lips pressing a kiss against your temple.

“Yeah? Alright.” You agree. Tyler grins, turning your head to kiss you.

“Undress and lay down for me.” He politely hums. You do as you’re asked and relax comfortably, watching as Tyler does the same. Biting your lip slightly, you watch his arms flex as he pulls his shirt over his head. You press your thighs together when he begins to remove his pants. He pauses. “No, keep them open for me.” Spreading them, he continues. His large cock stands half hard already.

He kneels down in between your legs, grabbing one of the candles carefully. He swirls the waxy cylinder around, watching as the molten wax pools in the center.

“Do you trust me?” His hair bounces as his head dips, looking you in the eyes.

“Yes, Tyler.” He leans down, kissing just below your navel before pouring the warmed liquid where his lips previously pressed. You gasp, feeling the warmth run off to the sides before cooling and hardening over your skin. Your moan is music to Tyler’s ears,

“Good girl.” He lets the wax steadily drip this time, leaving a trail of waxy dots leading up to the valley between your breasts. The hot liquid burns for a split second, until the cool crypt air dries it on your skin.

He drags the candles edge down your sides, holding you with his other large hand. Unknowingly, your body jerks slightly against the blanket, his grip tightening on your thigh.

“Stay still for me.”

“I can’t, need you so bad.” You whine, shuddering as more wax stings your breasts.

“Would you feel better if I was in you? My heavy cock splitting you open?” His words have you clenching around nothing, suddenly making you aware of how empty you felt. You nod, only to be denied. “Tell me you need it.”

“Please Tyler, I need you. Need your big cock inside of me.” He smiles down at you, setting the candle aside to focus on you, leaving the remnants of hardened wax on your body to crack under his hands.

He starts by taking himself into his hand, dipping into your soaked folds. Your choked moan spurs him on, he runs his hands up and down your split thighs before pushing into you. Tyler groans at the familiar tightness of your sopping cunt, you moan loudly at the stretch. His hips still against yours as he fully sheaths his cock into you.

“Feel good? You like having my big cock in your tight cunt? God you feel so good around me.” His curls bounce back as his head cranes up to the ceiling.

“So good, so full-“ He cuts you off, beginning to thrust in and out of you.

“So full of me? That’s right. You love how big I am compared to you, crumbling at my very hand.” He teases, running a thumb over your waist, breaking up the hardened wax. It cracks and falls from your skin with a slight peel. Your mouth hangs open while Tyler encases you with his arms, leaving over you to press a kiss on your collarbone.

Your back arches off the blankets, more stale wax falling from your heavenly figure. Tyler leans on one arm while the other brings your leg around his waist, allowing his cock to reach further in your cunt as he harshly ruts into you. The drag of him against your walls feels so nice, even more so when his hand reaches down to press against your neglected clit. Your hands grip for purchase on his back as your hips buck upwards. His mouth meets yours in a haste kiss before moving to your ear.

“So small under me, letting me pour hot wax all over your perfect body, letting me use you…” He whispers, groaning when you clench around his cock at his words.

“Please, please let me cum Tyler.” Your nails drag down his back while you cling to him as he rocks you back and forth against the blankets.

“You can cum baby. You’ve been so good for me.” He kisses your temple, thrusts getting sloppier as he nears his own release. “I’m close too, gonna cum in you.” He mumbles, rubbing your clit faster. You clench around him one last time before relief washes over you, releasing around him. Tyler’s movements going still as his cock twitches inside of you, dumping his cum deep in you.

Tyler pulls out gently, holding you impossibly close to him.

“Thank you.” He sighs into your hair. “I love you.” He kisses your forehead.

“What about him?”

“He is infatuated with your girlfriend.”

“Okay? Rightfully so, she’s gorgeous.” They are less than thrilled with the response and move the conversation onto something else as Ajax finds Rowan in the lunch crowd. He gets up and slides onto the seat beside him.

“I’ve got a proposal for you, Rowan.” He smirks. The psychic looks up at him, questionably. “I heard you had a thing for my girlfriend-“

“It’s not-“ He hushes him quickly.

“I’m not mad, in fact, I wanted you to join us tonight.”

“You’re fucking with me.” Rowan decides. Ajax quickly shakes his head in disagreement.

“Not at all. (Y/N) and I have been wanting to try new things.” The gorgon notices Rowan’s face heat up at the mention of you. “Meet at my dorm tonight at seven.” Rowan agrees and goes on with eating while Ajax sets out to find you.

“Mmm- Ajax.” You breathily moan against his mouth. He aims to respond, but the knock at his dorm door interrupts. He leaves you relaxed on his bed to let Rowan in. You watch as the nervous boy stands in the center of the room, unsure of what to do. “Hi Rowan.” You smile. His heart jumps at your greeting. He uses his inhaler before replying.

“Hi.” Ajax locks the door behind him and comes to sit next to you, motioning for Rowan to come sit as well. He sits noticeably further away from you, obviously unsure of what exactly to do.

“You can touch her, she wants it. Right, baby?” Ajax mentions, laying back. You nod at Rowan.

He starts with your face, bringing a hand delicately to your cheek. Leaning in, he kisses you. You smirk as he moans into your mouth. You take the liberty of moving onto his lap, swallowing the whimper he promptly lets out. Ajax slides down the bed to sit behind Rowan, gently guiding his hands onto you. Your hands press against his chest, undoing his button down while he tentatively thumbs your nipples through your shirt, curtesy of Ajax. You experimentally ground your hips into his, sending blood rushing straight to his half hard cock. The newly formed tent in his pants offers relief to your throbbing clit as you grind against his lap. Your mouth leaves his to see how he reacts when you bite and soothe his collarbone. His reaction is unexpected but very welcome.

His head falls slack against Ajax’s chest, focusing on your mouth and hips. He’s managed to stay quiet so far, but when you simultaneously bite down and rub yourself against him, he lets a stray moan loose.

“Fuck, mommy-“ Ajax and Rowan stay still with surprise. Your eyes roll back at the new nickname and you grind harder against him. Ajax notices your positive attitude towards the utterance and whispers praises in Rowan’s ear. Your mouth unlatches from his neck and you lean over him to give Ajax a quick kiss before giving him more attention.

“Mommy, please.” Rowan whimpers as you straddle him. He’s since laid down, Ajax having moved to the desk chair he’d brought near the bed.

“Please what?” You murmur, moving the stray hairs from his reddened face.

“Touch me, please mommy.” You grin at Ajax, watching as he palms himself through his khakis.

“Since you asked so nicely.” You coo, moving down to open his pants and push down his boxers. Ajax does the same from the chair, timing his movements to yours. Rowan sighs in relief as you begin to jerk his cock, swiping your thumb over the tip to spread the precum dripping out. His hips buck up into your touch. Ajax groans and squeezes his cock, intently watching your hand slide up and down Rowan’s.

“Want her to ride you?” Ajax asks, pausing his movements. You watch as Rowan nods at him. “Don’t tell me, tell her.” He turns his head upwards at you, watching you look down at him with half lidded eyes. The sight could almost make himself cum right then and there- but he’d rather be inside of you first.

“Please ride me, mommy.” He moans, you get up to undress yourself while he practically drools at the sight.

“So pretty for us, right Rowan?” Ajax murmurs while you bend over to kiss him, hand lazily stroking his cock.

“So pretty.” He exhales, sitting up. You leave your boyfriend be and move back to Rowan.

You allow his cock to settle between your wet folds, the tip resting against your clit. You slide up and down, drenching his cock to your liking before lifting your hips up. Gripping the base, you line it up with your cunt and sink down. Rowan’s jaw goes slack, hanging open in a silent groan as you begin to bounce. Ajax rises from the chair to stand beside you. You look up at him before he kisses you, holding your jaw with a strong hand. Smiling into the kiss, you bounce harder, Rowan’s hands flying to your hips. You rake your hand down Ajax’s chest, eventually coming to a rest around his cock. You hand replaces his, the flicks of your wrist making him groan into your mouth.

Rowan’s hips start to buck up into yours after a few minutes, you pull away from Ajax’s mouth as his head throws back and watch Rowan carefully. He quickly brings his inhaler to his mouth, catching his breath as he whimpers warnings.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum-“

“Hold it.” You reply, jerking Ajax faster to catch him up. Rowan groans in protest but ultimately complies. You can tell Ajax is close, him bucking into your hand feverishly while he holds your wrist in a tight grip. Your cunt squeezes around Rowan, making him choke out another plead.

“Please let me cum, mommy.”

“Alright.” At your allowance both boys come undone.

Rowan’s hips stutter, cum shooting up into you while Ajax releases on your hand. Breathing heavily, you remove yourself from Rowan and sit back on the bed. Ajax sits next to you and kisses you while Rowan sits up.

“Thank you.” He sighs. You pull away from Ajax and rest a hand on both boys thighs.

Rowan was oblivious but obeyed the advice Weems gave him on the first day when he went to ask about your condition.

“He’ll be fine, Xavier and Ajax have been keeping him busy.” She assures you, tossing you some raw meat to keep you settled. Your snout quickly appears to catch the morsel and consume it, before your normal face comes back.

Rowan was blissfully unaware of the werewolf tendencies that were a part of your normal life. Sure, he knew you could willingly transform but he knew nothing of what came along with it. You wanted to keep it that way, you didn’t want him to worry and end up hurting himself trying to help you.

“Oh! I have an idea.” Enid jumps, grabbing a paper and pen from your desk. “You should write him a letter, then I could deliver it!” You smile up at the cheery girl.

“That is a good idea, thanks Enid.” She nods and sits down on the chair she brought near your bed, feeding you another piece of meat while you write.

Little did you know, Rowan had been reading every werewolf book he could get his hands on when Xavier and Ajax weren’t dragging him places far away from your dorm. He learned a lot about your biology and instincts. He held off on arguably the most important part to read until today. Rowan had snuck away from Ajax and Xavier, eager to get started on learning what you were currently going through. He locked the door and sat down on his mattress, opening the book to the dog eared page.

Meanwhile, Ajax and Xavier laughed in the courtyard, forgetting about their mission. Enid excitedly took your letter and set out to deliver it to the boy. As the blonde skips across the school grounds she sees two out of the three boys.

“Guys!” They look up. “Where’s Rowan?” They look scared.

“I swear he was right behind us.” Ajax holds his hands up defensively. Enid bites her lip with a sharp tooth.

“Well he can’t be on his way to (Y/N)’s dorm, I just came from there. He’s probably back at yours.” She turns to Xavier before turning on her heels. The boys look at each other and follow, wanting to see what she needed with Rowan.

He scrambles to hide the book after hearing the harsh knock. It got wildly in depth about the heat cycle you were currently going through. Rowan felt bad, he was your friend- surely he could help you in some way. He’s surprised to see Enid holding a letter up to him when he opens the door, even more surprised to see Ajax and Xavier behind her.

“You snuck off early.” Xavier smirks.

“Sorry, I needed to study.” He quickly responds. It wasn’t quite a lie. Ajax rolls his eyes and motions at the letter.

“It’s from (Y/N)! I told her she should write a letter to you, she feels terrible about not being able to see you.” Enid explains sitting on the nearby desk.

Rowan sits on his bed, privately reading the letter while the other three engage in their own quiet conversation. You had taken the liberty of writing what was probably the most romantic thing Rowan had ever bore witness to, and it was just for him. The book regarding your situation intrigued him, but your letter infatuated him. He always had feelings for you- but this really sealed the deal. But, you insisted he wait and and instead write back until your heat was over. Rowan would not listen. Enid, Ajax and Xavier eventually left later that evening, and Rowan would then make his way to your dorm.

You assumed Enid would be back to deliver his response, but after a quick text you learned she’d be staying with Ajax. He would probably send his letter over with Xavier, you figured, just as a knock sounded at your door. You speed over, hand on the knob when you smell him. Rowan had disobeyed you.

“Rowan, I told you not to come.”

“(Y/N) I have spent the last week reading everything I could about- about your predicament.” He takes a spritz of his inhaler. “Please. I can help you, I know I c-can.” A sharp tooth bites your lip and your heart speeds up just being a door away from him, but he read everything he could? You open the door and pull him in. He stands in the center of the room while you press yourself against the door.

“Rowan… are you sure.” He hesitates before nodding. “You hesitated.” You notice.

“Only because I- god, I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never done it before, and you still want to help me?”

“Yes, (Y/N), I want you.” He doesn’t stutter. You whine and lock the door, quickly holding him by his jacket to kiss him. He holds your arms lightly while trying to keep up with your fast mouth.

“Lay down.” You pull away, watching carefully as he does what you ask of him.

Rowan nervously fiddles with his hands while you stalk towards the bed. He takes a spritz of his inhaler before setting it on your bedside table. You gently sit on the bed.

“Are you sure?” You ask, once more.

“Yes. Use me, please.” He lightly begs. The heat in between your legs burns hotter.

“You need to let me know if I hurt you.” He nods. “Verbally, Rowan.”

“Okay.” He agrees, breath shaking as he watches you drag your nails down his arms. With his verbal agreement, you start.

Your lips start on his collarbone, pressing against them before splitting to reveal your teeth and tongue. You mark Rowan as yours, branding him to fend off any of your weresisters. He moans as you feverishly suck hickeys into his skin, desperate to mark your territory before indulging in it.

“You’re mine.” You state, removing yourself from him before quickly kissing his lips again. Your knee makes its way in between his legs while a hand travels up his untucked shirt. Rowan’s eyes roll back as your nails lightly drag down his torso, stopping at the waistband of his pants. You dip your hand into them and palm his half hard cock.

“Please.” He whimpers, looking at you through his glasses. He sighs in relief when you answer his plea and tug down his khakis and underwear.

Moving down his body, you gently pull out his cock. It now stands proudly within your grasp, the angrily red tip beginning to leak with precum. You jerk it, watching as Rowan’s back arches off the bed. His reactiveness makes the heat in you grow brighter. You need him, soon. You’ve waited far too long. Using your thumb, you tease his slit. He gasps and quickly uses his inhaler before you replace your digit with your tongue, beginning to suck on the tip. He throws a hand over his reddening face, concentrating on your mouth bringing him closer to cumming. You lap at his cock, sucking up the delicious beads of precum that drip down his shaft.

After you deem his cock soaked enough, you pull away, pulling a dejected moan from Rowan in the process. Your hands deftly maneuver his shirt buttons, fully undressing him before you move onto shedding your own layers. He watches in amazement as you remove your shirt, bra, pants, and underwear.

“Sit up.” You exhale, moving to straddle him. Soft hands rest against your hips as you hover over his hard length. You sink onto his cock and howl out in pleasure. He clings to you as you give him no time to adjust to the heavenly feeling that is your cunt before pulling yourself up and slamming back down.

After a few moments, Rowan remembers why exactly he’s in this situation. He was here to serve you, relinquish you from your heat. His hands release the death grip they’d had and move to two entirely different places. One moves to your nipple while his head dips down to suck on the other. Your eyes widen, and you howl louder- this time getting an enthusiastic response from Enid across campus. Rowan really had read his stuff, all just to please you. You squeeze around him, your slick walls holding him in a vice grip as you roughly rode him. His other hand surprises you, softly thumbing your clit.

“Fuck, so good for me. All mine.” You ride him harder, feeling his tip kiss your cervix as he bottoms out.

Rowan lets out a choked groan, feeling his cock begin to twitch inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum (Y/N)-“ He warns kneading your breast and flicking your clit faster. His words excite you further. You needed him to cum inside of you, mark you as his and complete the heat. You slam your hips down faster and squeeze him harder, rutting your hips into his. Thinking you didn’t hear him, Rowan moans out again. “(Y/N)- I’m close, so close-“ Now, you beg him.

“Please, cum in me, Rowan. Need you to breed me, make me yours- fuck!” His cock jumps at the mention of breeding you. Fucking his seed deep in your cunt. His body stills, going rigid as he releases inside of you, filling you deeply with his cum while you bite his shoulder as you tighten and cum around him.

Panting, you remove yourself from his cock and lay beside him, nuzzling into his shoulder. You lap at the bite you left, soothing it.

“Are- are you okay now?” Rowan wearily asks, not know if he could take another round. But if you needed it, he would comply in a heartbeat.

“So what don’t you understand?” You ask, really selling the idea you wanted to help him at the moment. You set down your notebook for him to flip through and turn on the light at the desk near the back of the library. No one ever really came in here to study, but you had a feeling Rowan didn’t really know that yet. He didn’t really socialize with anyone besides you and Xavier, so a lot of gossip that didn’t come from either of you never made it to him. You fill the empty seat next to Rowan and open your book to the page with some notes on it.

“Oh, I missed this lecture- that’s why I wasn’t getting it.” He chuckles, copying the notes down. You hum in response, simply admiring the way his glasses fall on the slope of his nose, the strand of hair he keeps having to stroke out of the way.

“I’m going to get another book, there was this really good one that helped me understand more.” He nods, appreciative of your efforts- little did he know this would be that last one you offered before you set your ulterior motive into action. You find the book and walk back over to the desk. He looks up at you as you set it down, and set yourself down on his lap.

“I- (Y/N)? What are you doing?” He asks, hands placing themselves on your hips.

“Helping you study.” He’s not satisfied with your answer and goes to move you back to your own seat. You don’t budge, so Rowan tries something new. He leans up to your ear.

“If you don’t get up and wait patiently for me to get done studying, you won’t be getting anything.” The force behind his words moves something in you. The force moving you to the next seat over does also.

His words replay in your mind, over and over until the loud slam of his book closing brings you back.

“Bend over the desk.” He slides his things out of the way, making space for you to slide between his seated figure and the desk. You do as your told, liking this new side of Rowan you’d accidentally discovered. He would never admit it out loud, but he’d been imagining the sight before him for weeks. The racy thought of him inside of you in the library was a reoccurring dream he was just looking to make into a reality.

Rowan takes a spritz of his inhaler. He can’t hold himself back anymore and starts sliding his hands up and down the backs of your thighs. After giving them a few squeezes, he works your pants and underwear down your legs. Immediately, his hand finds its place in between your folds, sliding his fingers back and forth to collect the wetness that had gathered after he’d reprimanded you earlier. You push back against his hand, only to be corrected by his invisible force. He swirls a digit around your hole before pushing in, standing up to get better physical leverage over you. You moan out as he adds another finger and scissors them inside of your cunt, moving them faster in and out.

“You have to be quiet, can you do that for me?” He asks condescendingly. You nod and he hums, not really believing you.

After he’s had enough fun finger fucking you, he steps back to pull his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free. He takes it into his hand and jerks it, teasing your hole while pleasing himself.

“Please.” You whine, pressing against the desk. A force wraps itself around your hair and pulls you flush against Rowan’s chest. One of his hands moves to your hip while the other makes its way to your mouth, covering it to ensure your silence. It wasn’t only for silence, though. He liked watching you huff against him when he partially took away your ability to breathe. He eases his tip into your wet cunt, feeling you moan into his hand while huffing out in relief through your nose. He slides deeper, bottoming out.

He presses you against the desk again, this time finding his place leaned over you. He stays still for a moment, graciously allowing you time to adjust to his cock. He was large, it’s always the quiet ones. You’re glad he decided to cover your mouth, getting caught in the library would surely be a referral to Weems. The very thought of it made you clench around Rowan, causing him to groan right into your ear. He covers your nose as you choke against his hand, liking it entirely too much. You knew reading minds was not one of his powers, but with you he always knew what you were thinking.

“Such a dirty girl for me. Needing me in the library of all places.” You whimper at his words, and the feeling of him pulling out to the tip, before thrusting back inside. He continues the pace while holding your hip and mouth with his hands, his telekinesis keeping your hair out of your face as he fucks you from behind.

“You love this don’t you? Probably had a whole plan to seduce me, all just to get me to bend you over this desk. Am I right?” He spits, you nod quickly, tears forming at the intense pleasure he brings by grinding into you. Pleased with your answer he thrusts faster, hitting deep inside of your cunt. He spreads your legs a little further apart, bringing another branch of his telekinesis to rest against your clit. You gasp inwardly at the sensation and press yourself further against the desk in response. Rowan grins at your reactiveness and starts circling your clit, eventually speeding up. Your hips move back against his before being corrected by his force again. “You better be a good girl, stay still.” He warns, pausing for a moment. You murmur against his hand as he restarts his thrusts.

The desk gently rocks against the floor the harder Rowan slams into you, he’s close. You hear the familiar spritz of his inhaler.

“Where do you want me?” He asks, removing his hand. You take a deep breath, finally being able to really breathe.

“Fuck, inside of me please, Rowan.” You moan, he quickly slaps his hand back into place before rutting into you faster. His force on your clit matches the pace he’s set thrusting into you, and you lose it. You’re grateful for his hand clamped around your lips. The feeling of him on top of you and inside of your pussy is too much. You feel your stomach tighten before promptly releasing over his cock. You relish in the guttural groan he lets out in your ear as he cums inside of you, warmly filling you up.

His hands and telekinesis are removed from your body for the most part as he pulls out of you gently.

“So dirty for me.” He kisses you passionately while turning you to face him. You quickly kiss him back, clinging to his jacket.

“Only for you.” He groans at the words and kisses you again before putting himself back into his pants. He leans you against the desk as he cleans you up, licking what he can from your pussy before pulling your own pants back up.