LOCKWOOD X READER, But They've Been Living Together For Years And One Night, When The Reader Try's To

LOCKWOOD X READER, but they've been living together for years and one night, when the reader try's to go on a date with a different guy, lockwood gets all defensive and jealous and they both confess their feelings in the heat of a moment?

—the way i loved you

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: lockwood is protective of what is his and in his own definition, you belong to him

warnings: none really, some fighting but that's it

note: this works perfectly as a part two of you belong with me, so make sure to read that before reading, but honestly you could also read them apart for each other. its just a continuation of the story.

I had been a few weeks since the mission were you had to flirt with the man Sebastian Keen himself. luckily everything had gone according to plan and Lockwood had rescued you before you had to kiss the scumbag of a man. things between you and Lockwood had since returned back to normal. well as normal as they could be.

he hadn't said anything about calling himself your boyfriend then, so you hadn't either.

"how about that?" you asked Lucy, while you turned from side to side in the auburn coloured dress. it ended on the middle of your thighs and felt like a second skin.

"this is it" she nodded smiling fondly

"thanks Luce" you said while you took off the dress and switched back to your regular clothes, you'd have to take a shower before getting fully ready

suddenly there was a knock at the door right after you had put on your shirt. "yes?" you and Lucy called at the same time

"hey" Lockwood smiled, walking up the steps. you and Lucy had shared the attic ever since she came to live with you. you appreciated the company, it did felt so far away from the boys, you were glad that you weren't the only one in that old room anymore.

"could I talk to you for a second?" Lockwood asked you, you nodded, watching as Lucy excused herself and went down the stairs

"what's up?" you asked your best friend of two years. you had been the first to move into Lockwoods new founded agency. and for the longest time it had just been you two, then came George and finally Lucy. it was amazing for you, to finally have a girl on the team. you had noticed Lockwood getting jealous over all the time you spend with Lucy, you had fought a lot about that, and finally he had to agree that there were just some topics he couldn't really be helpful for you.

"I just-" he interrupted himself as he noticed the formal clothing on your bed "what's the dress for? you never wear them"

"oh" you turned around to look at the dress and shrugged "thought I'd try something new, I've got a date"

"a date?" Lockwoods features grew pale

"yes?" you raised your brows at the boy

"what?- why?-" he cleared his throat "I mean with who?"

"oh I don't think you know him" you shrugged "met him at the library. his name is tom"

"tom" Lockwood repeated like he was noticing a little bit of dirt under his shoe

"something wrong, Lockwood?" you asked and Lockwood shook his head quickly

"when are you going?"

"tonight. right after I showered"

"oh" he said "but tonight, tonight is this thing, don't you remember?"

"what thing?" you rolled your eyes, you were used to his antics by now. Lockwood was generally a very jealous person, he didn't like to share his friends and especially not you. first it had been with Lucy and now with every boy you would like. now that you thought about that.. he did act weird the last few weeks. it seemed like he was trying to give you what you would miss by not being in a relationship. maybe that way, he thought, you would just stay with him.

"uh, you know-" Lockwood trailed off, looking around the room and trying to find anything to say

"you can't be my compensation boyfriend for forever, Lockwood"

"your what?" he wondered, sitting down at the end of your bed so he could face you

"don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about" you groaned "some day you will have to share me with a boy. I will still be your best friend, but there will come other boys that are important to me too"

"why?" he asked

"huh?" the question confused you "oh Lockwood. because you can't be the only boy in my life forever. I want to fall in love"

"why can't you just fall in love with me then?"

your eyes grew big as you watched the boy you had known since your childhood. "come again?"

"sorry" he shrugged and stood up "that was stupid, i'm gonna leave"

"Anthony John Lockwood!" you called loudly and he froze "don't you walk away now"

he turned around slowly and you recognised his scared features. he knew it was over when you would use his full name.

"I didn't mean what I said, alright?" he stepped forward so he was half a foot away from you

"why?" you repeated his question from earlier, as your voices grew louder

"because you're right, I can't be the only boy in your life and I have to accept that"

"yeah, okay" you bellowed, stepping closer "but why did you say what you said?"

"I told you I didn't mean it"

"you never say things you don't mean, not now, not ever, you jerk"

"don't you call me a jerk.. you're .. you're a jerk as well"

"ahh, we're getting creative I see"

"I-i just don't think Tom would be the right fit for you, i'm concerned as a friend"

"you have never met the guy" you argued back

"yeah okay, but I know that you need someone that understands you, not some scumbag like Sebastian Keen or that Tom guy, you need someone that won't be nice to you all the time, you need someone who tells you the truth or someone who admits that auburn is absolutely not your colour"

"I'm not thinking about dating Sebastian Keen, Lockwood, this is getting a bit ridiculous"

"you know what I mean" he shrugged "you just need someone different"

"aha" you replied mockingly "someone like you or what?"

"believe it or not, but I have a personality outside of being your best friend"

"really? I'd like to meet him some day" you screamed back "hopefully he will be a bit more charming than the original"

"funny of you to say that" Lockwood said "like you want to spend time with anyone not living in this house"

"because you won't let me, Lockwood!" you screeched "you're so jealous, I nearly thought you were in love with me!"

"and what if I am?"

"what if you are? I don't know what then. suddenly you start saying things you don't mean and it leaves me all mixed up about my own feelings"

"your own feelings?"

"yeah it makes me think that I might be in love with you too"

"and what if you are?"

"yeah, what if I am?" you were still screaming at each other, heavy breaths hanging in the air after your last sentence. you were now staring at each other, the last few minutes had gone by in a bliss, you two only realising what you said

"I think I am in love with you" Lockwood exclaimed quickly, stepping forward so your noses were almost touching each other

"I think I am in love with you too"

your hand went to his neck and you captured his lips into a passionate kiss. his hands trailed down to your waist, pulling you even closer as he deepened the kiss.

you broke the kiss softly, leaning your forehead against his "I just want you as the only boy in my life" you muttered "okay, you and George" you added quickly

"yeah, i'd like that" Lockwood smiled "but I have to admit I lied"

you head went back and your face turned into one of betrayal "you lied?" you asked softly

"yeah" he laughed "auburn looks beautiful on you"

he giggled as he watched your face change to one of annoyance. you slapped his arm, before you laughed as well

"just kiss me again"

and he did just that

taglist:

@charmingpatronus @helpmelmao @galactidiot

okay this is so all over the place as well

1. Our last summer - from mamma mia

2. ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine

3. illicit affairs - Taylor Swift

4. better than words - One Direction

5. the way i loved you - Taylor Swift

6. london boy - Taylor Swift

7. all too well (10 min) - Taylor Swift

8. endlos - Mayberg

9. wenn inge tanzt - systemfehler

10. julia - Jeremias

there are a few german songs in it as well haha

tagging: @frogserotonin @websterss

I was tagged by @meinink to put my on repeat playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs. (thanks for thinking of me)

Keep reading

A request if the mood strikes:

I would just like to bring Lockwood a cup of tea in bed. That small kindness. Maybe he is wearing his pajamas or maybe he isn't :)

Thankyou, love @teaandransacking

—peace

pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader

summary: y/n is all that lockwood needs, especially in the quiet moments

warnings: some angst, but overall relatively peaceful, got carried away by the song

note: this turned depressing really fast.. sorry.. feel like I'm missing to write angst (feel free to request)

@teaandransacking I hope you like it, as you see I got a bit carried away... like always :) and wow.. I managed to only mention his name twice.. must be a new record

"hey" you smiled softly, opening the door to your favourite boys room.

"hello, darling" he grinned as he noticed your form and the mug you were holding

he was sitting in his bed, wearing his favourite pink pyjamas. you closed the door and set the mug down on his nightstand. "it's your favourite" you exclaimed "just how you like it"

"thank you" he beamed. he lifted the covers so you could slip under. your head went onto his chest and you watched as he took a sip from his mug

you know today wasn't easy for him. it was the day his parents had died all those years ago and your heart would break every second you saw him suffer. you had known him for a few years, and you knew that he would always spend that day in bed. he didn't mind your company though.

"you know that I am here" you said "any time you want to talk, or any time you just want to say nothing. I'll always be here"

"I know" he leaned over and kissed you on the hair "you keep my heart warm"

you knew what he meant by that. your heart felt always warm when you were spending time with him. you would often find yourselves just laying together in his bed or sitting in the library, him reading his magazines and you reading a book. there wasn't much you needed, always finding the most love in the quiet moments.

although you knew that he was everything to you, you often feared that you couldn't make up for the things he had lost. "I'm never really sure if I can give you the peace that you long for" you muttered

Anthony looked down at you and his eyes grew soft as he caught yours, the soft green melting into his dark brown. "oh, darling" he smiled, like you had just questioned such a simple concept "of course you can never give me the peace I need"

you heart sank at that and your eyes teared up a bit

"don't you understand?" his voice was tender "you're my peace"

you smiled at that, raising your head and looking in the face of the boy you had loved for years. "then all I can give you is myself"

"that's all I ever need"

you returned to the silence. it always felt comfortable and natural between you two. Anthony was sipping his tea and you watched him fondly. because of him you knew that love wasn't just for show. you could find it in the quiet moments, chasing each other through dreams and silence. finding each other holding hands, when you sensed that the other wasn't well, without saying a word.

you didn't want to keep your relationship a secret and you didn't, but you knew that when it counted, your love was tender, it was happy, quiet even.

and if it meant to keep him safe and all his sorrows away, you knew that you would die for him in secret.

like lockwood, best friends to lovers

—you belong with me

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: reader has to flirt to finish a mission. much to the dismay of Lockwood she is far too good at it

warnings: flirting with sexual themes??

shortages: f/n — fake name

note: okay sorry this got a bit out of hand and it didn't really end where or how I intended it to. let me know if y'all would be interested in a part two!!!

part two: that's the way I loved you

you walked down the steps. the red dress you were wearing fluttering around the middle of your thighs. your hair was styled, Lucy had curled it after she had done your make—up

“test, test” you whispered into the little microphone you were wearing in your hair, so it would stay hidden

“we can hear you, y/n” George answered and you could swear he was rolling his eyes “we tested it a minute ago”

“sorry” you muttered

“leave her be” Lockwood said to George. he would always come to your rescue, even if you didn’t ask him to. that’s why he was your best—friend after all.

you breathed in deeply and snatched a glass of champagne from one of the waiters trays, gulping it down in one shot. you checked your lipstick in the little mirror Lucy had packed into the small bag you were wearing, before your hands found your waist and pulled down the dress, so your cleavage was showing

you stepped forward and sat down at the bar, right next to the guy you were targeting

his hair was black and he was actually attractive if it weren’t for the people he had killed to create sources. it was just your task to find one of them though, or better put: to occupy the man until Lucy had found the source.

“hi” you smiled, turning your head and also your chest, so the man could get a good look at it

“hello” he grinned and you swore you could’ve thrown up then and there. “would you like a drink?”

“sure” you outstretched your hand “i’m f/n”

he took your hand and shook it “Sebastian, and i’m glad to share a drink with a beautiful woman” he slid the drink the bartender had just supplied, towards you

“thank you” you smiled, raising the glass and taking a sip from the alcohol

“so, what brings you here?” Sebastian asked, while his hand found its way to rest on your knee

you could hear Lockwood and George drag in the air through the mouths loudly, like Sebastian had just touched their knee

you tried not to react to their sudden sounds, but Sebastian was good at picking up your emotions it seemed.

"everything alright?" he asked, leaning even closer

"yeah" you smiled, trying to fight the uneasiness you felt because of his proximity "I'm not used to the company of handsome looking men" you tried to save the conversation and Sebastian seemed to like your compliment

you ignored Lockwood's scoff while you watched Sebastian lean back in comfort "well" he smiled smugly "I'm all yours, beautiful"

you could hear Lockwood and George gag at the same time, you would have liked to do the same, but Sebastian was still looking at you. "what a lucky girl I am" you laughed instead and patted the shoulder of the male, who, again, smiled smugly at the gesture

his hand wandered a bit higher on your leg and you could feel it close to the hem of your dress. you threw a panicked gaze in Lockwood's direction. discreet enough that Sebastian wouldn't notice. it seemed like he was occupied anyway, with watching his own hand make its way up your leg. with every inch it felt like you couldn't breathe

you just hoped that Lucy would be quick.

"what brings you here, pretty lady?" Sebastian repeated his question from earlier, to which he had never received an answer

"work" you smiled nonchalantly, trying to keep your composure. his hand was resting for now, that was good.

"what do you do?" he smiled

"I've worked for a few agency's for a while (truth) but after I lost my talents I settled down and changed to the office area of fittes (lie)"

you pretty much still had your talents, you were only seventeen, but now you where trying to look much older. this was achieved by the make up and the obnoxious and uncomfortable push-up bra you were wearing. it felt like they would fall out of your dress any moment. Sebastian seemed to like the sight of your décolleté a bit too much, you noticed, while his eyes wandered down to your breasts while you were talking. you would have liked to slap his head and tell him how impolite it was to directly look there, not only under normal circumstances but while you were talking as well.

you weren't used to that kind of disgusting men behaviour, even if you had lived with two of them for the most of your life.

you could stand in front of George and Lockwood just wearing a bra and they wouldn't dare and look. Maybe because George was like a brother to you and Lockwood- Lockwood was a gentleman

your thoughts wandered away from the conversation at hand and back to the brunette agency head, who alway managed to make you feel at ease. even on mission like this one, he was looking at you across the room and anytime you would catch his eyes, your breath would calm and you would feel safe.

also, he had promised you to come and save you if things went too far. he was your best-friend after all.

your eyes wandered back to meet Sebastians and you remembered what Lucy had told you. if you feel uncomfortable just put yourself back in control. so you leaned forward, so he could get an even better look at your cleavage. he stammered while talking but quickly continued normally. you took his hand from off your leg and interlaced your fingers. he wouldn't notice that you were actually trying to keep him away, he would see that gesture as you falling into his trap. that was what men always thought.

now that you were back in control, your mind felt at ease and you felt less like a little girl that needed to be saved. now you were a woman. and he, he was still a man, luckily.

"I travel a lot" you answered the question he had just asked you about your work "I check out different agencies all around the world. make sure that they are working right. we wouldn't want any rules broken, would we?" you fluttered your eyelids and watched in satisfaction what effect that last purposely chosen sentence had on him

"n-no" he stammered

"are you alright?" you asked pitiful

"yes" Sebastian tried to gain back his composure and actually succeeded "but I must say, you're the most breath taking woman I've ever seen. everything is where it should be"

"oh my god" George muttered loudly, disgusted by the objectifying words the older man had just said about his friend

"I'm stopping this" you watched as Lockwood stood up from his place and George tried to hold him back. you knew that it was on you to prevent him from cancelling the mission. you send him a look that told him to sit down again and he eventually listened and scoffed

"thank you, Sebastian" you leaned closer, now speaking into his ear "you look more than daring yourself, if i'm allowed to say so"

"you are" he nodded leaning forward

now the moment had come. he would kiss you. you weren't sure if it would come to that point, but you had sworn to do it if it needed to be done to keep the mission from failing. a second before your lips connected, Sebastian was drown back

drawn back by no other than Lockwood. you were a second away from screaming at the boy, when you noticed Lucy across the hall. she had done it. the mission was completed. you no longer had to flirt with that scumbag.

"oh, Tony" you muttered in surprise, still playing a role

that was what you guys had agreed on. the moment Lucy would come back, Lockwood or George would interrupt the conversation and act like they were an old friend of yours who was in town coincidentally and had seen you sitting at the bar.

"f/n" Lockwood muttered angrily and you raised your brows, watching his expression "I'm sorry" he said turning towards Sebastian and outstretching his hand "Anthony Lockwood"

Sebastian took the hand he was being offered and shook it "Sebastian Keen" he said, still confused to what was happening

"nice to meet you. can I ask what you were doing with my girlfriend?"

"your what?" Sebastian asked loudly and you had almost joined in. his eyes wandered to you and you tried to stay in role, even if Lockwood had just completely changed your script

"my girlfriend" Lockwood repeated unnecessarily "were you bothering her? because it looked like that"

"no, she wanted-"

"yes, Tony" you interrupted, opening your eyes wider and letting them fill with tears "it's alright, dear" Lockwood outstretched his hand and helped you to stand up "stay away from her, you hear me?" he said threateningly

"I didn't harass her or anything. she's lying" Sebastian said angrily

Lockwood shook his head "doesn't matter, just don't ever talk to her again, alright?"

"sure" Sebastian shrugged his shoulders "she isn't that pretty anyways"

Lockwood interlaced your hands and walked you away from the man "she obviously is" he muttered to himself, but you heard him and had to smile at his words "you're pretty too" Lockwood turned his head to you while walking and smiled at your relieved expression

"I'm glad you didn't have to kiss him"

"I'm glad too"

"well, luckily your boyfriend was just around the corner" he smiled but you could see the sincerity in his eyes

you nodded, eyes glistening happily "yes, luckily he was"

Hey! I saw you opened requests for Lockwood&Co so I wanted to ask for some jealous Anthony Lockwood x reader if that's okay with you

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Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x reader

Summary: normally Lockwood can hide his feelings quite well. that talent seems to fade every time someone tries to flirt with his y/n

Translation: n/n = nickname

"I really think we can go home now" Anthony Lockwood said to you, while you were in the middle of a conversation with one of the boys, Noah Prentiss, from another agency.

"lockwood!" you scolded and send him a tired look

"no it's okay, n/n" Noah said smiling "I should probably leave as well. it was nice talking to you" he looked towards Lockwood "you too! Goodbye" then he went off

"n/n?" Anthony asked while he was walking next to you "I thought only I was allowed to call you that"

you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers "its a quite common shortage for my name, also I don't mind" you smiled "actually I should be scolding you, you were the one to disrupt a peaceful conversation I was just having now."

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you"

"you didn't like the way he was looking at me?" you repeated mockingly "how did he look at me, then?"

"like he wanted to undress you"

"well, you look at me like you want to undress me all the time, even now"

"it's okay when I do it, I'm your boyfriend. that means I actually get to undress you" he muttered angrily, you would've probably felt for him, if what he was saying didn't sound so absolutely ridiculous, so you broke into full on laughter, you even had to stop and bend down at some point

"n/n!" Anthony cried out "why are you laughing at me?"

you had to wait for a few minutes, before you could answer, still not being able to catch your breath. "I'm sorry" you wheezed "it's just too funny"

"I don't know what could be funny about this" your boyfriend exclaimed and crossed his arms in front of his chest disapprovingly.

"oh, baby" you smiled, stepping in front of the boys and opening his arms, so you could step inside. Anthony didn't budge, still keeping his eyes above your head. you knew him quite well, and you knew when he was acting like this, it wasn't normally easy to gain his attention. well, you were his girlfriend for a reason

your hand slid up to his neck. still no movement from him. then you went to stand on your tiptoes, your lips only a few inches from his. "look at me, baby" you muttered and you could feel his hot breath on your face.

you could see in his features that he was trying hard to resist you, but the longer you were as close like this, the harder it got for him.

the final moment came when you stretched a bit higher and connected your lips. his hands immediately went to your waist to pull you closer and returning the kiss with as much passion as you were used to.

you broke the kiss slowly, stepping away from his body, which was harder than you had initially thought, considering he was holding you in a death grip.

"let's go home than" you smiled at how hot and bothered your boyfriend had gotten in the last minute

"by the way" you said, stepping closer and coming to a halt next to him. you stood on your tiptoes again so your mouth was in front of his ear. you placed a lingering kiss, just beneath and watched in satisfaction how his body shivered.

"I don't mind when you get jealous" you whispered in his ear "I think you are incredibly hot than"

Anthony watched as you stepped away from him and walked across the street, on your way to the door of the house you all lived in. it wasn't easy to shut up Anthony Lockwood, but you were one of the only people who was able to do just that. mostly because he found you breathtakingly beautiful and he was so in love with you, that he would've done anything if you just asked him to.

"seems like I do need to get drunk on jealously more often" Anthony muttered to himself, gaining back his ability to speak and putting on this signature smirk of his, before he took off after you

A/N: i'm sorry that it's so short and that I got a bit carried away omg

—you gave me your word

pairing: potter!reader x platonic!peter pettigrew

summary: james and lily weren't home the night Voldemort came to godric's hollow, but you were

warnings: angst, mentions of death, graphic dialogue 

authors note: let me know if I should do a part two!!

masterlist

you sat on the couch, reading your favorite book. the radio was playing quietly in the background. james and lily were at an order meeting. while you stayed behind to watch harry. it had taken days to convince james and lily that it was okay if they left for a few hours to go to a meeting. they were scared to leave you all alone in the big house, even when dumbledore sweared that it was safe there. so after days and days of endless talks about your and harrys safety, they finally agreed to go. but not without having a long and painful talk, what to do if danger ensured. 

they were gone for about half an hour now, and you just had put harry down for a nap, when you heard it. it wasn’t a normal sound. not the creaking of the door, everytime james would go down into the basement, not the sound of someone going up the stairs. it was a sound from the street. a magical sound. 

even when you and james were kids you had this deep gut feeling, that would tell you when something bad was about to happen. call it a magical sixth sense but it had saved james from breaking his arm more than once. 

you reacted immediately. you raced up the stairs, down the corridor to harrys room. you grabbed him out of his crib and panicked

no no no

what now, what now? 

tears streamed down your face. you held harry with your right arm and tried to sooth his crying. with your left arm you grabbed the little bag of floo powder from your back pocket. you breathed in deeply. then you tiptoed to the door, opening it just a crack.

the first thing you heard were the voices 

“where are they?” 

the voice was cold and made you shiver immediately. you had never heard him speak, but as soon as hs voice had reached your ears, you had known. known that it was him. voldemort in person.

you walked down the corridor as quietly as you could. trying to reach james and lilys room in time, before they would notice that you were here. there was your escape. the chimney.

you stood before the door, but suddenly there was another voice, which answered the dark lords question. this voice was familiar, too familiar. peter! you made a noise of shock, which, to your misfortune, wasn’t as quiet as you thought.

oh no 

the voices downstairs had stopped talking and you could hear footsteps nearing the stairs. as quickly as you could, you opened the door, to your brothers and sister-in-laws bedroom and hexed it shut. this wouldn't keep them out for long, but it would buy you enough time to escape. you layed down harry in the fireplace and opened the bag of flew powder, but winced as loud steps neared the door and you could hear someone knock

“this is the first and only time i’m asking nicely to be let in” his voice sounded scary. you felt like a child as your hands shook and you tried to keep focused on your task at hand. 

but at the second loud knock, you were starled so much, that you accidentely let go of the bag, wind flew in trough the opened window and spread the powder all over the floor. 

oh no

you rushed to the fireplace and tried to hide harry behind the fire wood as best as you could, you hexed a muffliato, so his crying wouldn’t be heard. then you stepped a few feet away and tried to gather the powder in your hands, which seemed to be an unsolvable task at the moment.

then you heard the door click. all strength left your hand and the collected powder fell to the floor. 

the door sprang wide open as a figure dressed in all black entered the room. he was nothing short of what you had imagined him to look like. his eyes were read and looked more dangerous than a wand could ever. you rose to your feet. if you were about to battle voldemort you would stand your ground. to win, but most importantly, to save harry.

“look who we have here” voldemort spoke, “little miss y/n potter. isn’t she your friend?” he turned around to the man trailing behind him.

peter ignored the question, as he lifted up his head and looked you straight in the eye. tears streamed down your face as you mustered your friend.

„you gave me your word“ you spat at him, though he didn’t react and it made you wonder. wonder why he did this to you, wonder why he couldn’t keep his promise, but mostly wonder why there wasn’t a bit of shame or regret to be found in his eyes. 

You turned away from Peter and looked at Voldemort

“what do you want from me?” you asked, trying to hide how scared you were.

“not much” voldemort grinned “just the boy” 

you furrowed your eyebrows, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about. “which boy?” 

voldemort laughed. the sound made you shiver.

“pettigrew, you wait downstairs” 

peter took one last look at you, before he turned around and left the room. 

“you tell me where the boy is, now or i’ll kill you” 

your heart beat fast as you watched the man infront of you. of course you had known what he would do to you, but you had expected it much sooner. 

suddenly, you felt more courage than ever before in your life. “you listen to me carefully, when i tell you, that i will never, not in this life, not if you torture me, not if you cut off every single body part of mine, tell you, where harry is. i would die a thousand deaths, just to keep him safe”

“stupid girl” voldemort screamed filled with range, “crucio”

you fell down on your knees, screaming in pain

“tell me. where the boy is. now!” he demanded 

“never!” you screamed, reaching for your wand in the back pocket of your jeans and with all the strength you had left, send a stupefy his way. he blocked the curse and looked even angrier than before.

“now you listen to me closely, you stupid, stupid girl. i was generous, i gave you a choice. all you had to do was tell me where the boy was and you could’ve lived. but stupid girls like you never listen. i’m gonna kill you now and you will see that it won’t be fast. thats what you get for talking back and disrespecting the dark lord.”

“i will never have any respect for you” 

only seconds after, the pain set in and it was the worst pain you had ever felt in you entire life. you felt how the curse was draining your life out. how it killed every cell in your body painfully slow. voldemort watched you for a few minutes. satisfaction on his face as he watched you cry out in pain. after a few minutes he had enough and turned to leave. he wanted that you died all by yourself. 

but still, trough all the pain you were experiencing you managed to grab just a bit of the spreaded powder, that was laying next to you on the floor.

and in mere seconds, just as voldemort turned his back to you and the muffliato you had performed on harry was about to dissolve, because of how fast it had to be cast and only you concentrating on it kept it working, you tossed the powder into the fireplace and mumbled the code word, that would send harry immediately to dumbledore. 

voldemort reacted too late. as he turned around he could only see the green flames brightly glowing. no one to be seen in the fireplace itself. he looked at you laying on the ground, still in so much pain, but smiling triumphantly. 

“oh great dark lord, didn’t you notice the little baby in the fireplace?”

voldemort growled at you and with one last swoosh of his wand he had slashed your troat. he took one long satisfied look at you, your eyes open, glisterned from laughing and a big smile on your lips. 

he left the room. filled with range and anger. even if voldemort had killed you, he had still lost.

peter opened the door to the little room, after voldemort had left. his eyes fell to your body on the floor, a tear streaming down his face. even if you were dead, he could still read the betrayal and unanswered question in your eyes. 

“peter” you seemed to say to him. “what did you do?”

it was probably that question alone that would haunt him to the end of his days...