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akayukihime · 1 year

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Bad Decisions (Pt. 1) - Brett Hand/Reader

A drug-enduced hookup is a scandal in and of itself, even at Cognito Inc. Despite being in the entire office’s hot seat, you’re horrified by something else entirely: your growing crush on Brett Hand.

Crossposted on AO3 @akayukihime

“I am this fucking close to putting in my two weeks,” Reagan blurted out as she and you walked into a conference room. She pinched her fingers together for emphasis. You didn’t utter a word in acknowledgment, but you agreed with her sentiment. The both of you stared ahead at the usual scene in front of you: everyone was plastered, even Brett. Myc let out a groan that you couldn’t find yourself to pity. It was always weird thinking about how a sentient hallucinogenic mushroom could get itself high. Ever since you started working at Cognito Inc., though, you were left with little to disbelieve.

“You’d think that a secret government agency would have more competent employees,” she grumbled, rubbing her temples erratically. That poor girl needs a vacation, you thought ruefully, nodding in agreement.

“Awe, I’m totally competent,” Brett whined, looking up at the two of you from where he was on the floor. You were surprised you didn’t see any lipstick smudged across his face or collar. Jealousy twinged in your gut as you remembered when he hooked up with Gigi, who was across the room and appeared to be struggling to type something on her phone.

“Right, (Name)?” Brett asked, looking into your eyes with a stare that left you a little flustered.

“I mean, yeah, sometimes,” you knew you would feel bad if you said no, but you tacked on the last bit so Reagan wouldn’t think ill of your reply.

“I don’t even know what to say, but I’m not surprised…” Reagan huffed. You shot her a worried look. The bags under her eyes were so dark that they resembled Halloween makeup. You didn’t want to think about the last time she slept—or showered. You subconsciously inched yourself out of the doorway and into the room.

“Ray, why don’t you just let me handle this?” You asked, trying to be helpful. To put it in Layman’s terms, you were the middle man between Reagan and Brett; you weren’t as uptight as the former, but not a hopeless himbo like the latter. You could be trusted with responsibilities, but didn’t take on an unhealthy amount like the somewhat-reclusive daughter of Rand Ridley. You were also able to let loose, which is what you would have preferred to do at the moment.

“Are you sure?” Reagan looked around the room again, her eyelid twitching. You nodded and her shoulders slacked.

“I would say go home, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you leave work before seven…” you trailed off, watching as Brett stretched out on the floor, noting his loose tie and unbuttoned jacket. You had seen him half-naked before, because he always managed to be lacking clothes at inappropriate times, but you found yourself staring at his exposed collarbone.

“Okay, (Name), see you.” Reagan looked at you with impossibly tired eyes and you smiled sympathetically, your eyes crinkling as you did so.

“I’ll see you ‘round, Ridley.”

You watched as she trailed off down the hallway and turned the corner almost hurriedly. You knew she was tired and you hoped she would doze off while working on something if it meant she could at least get a few hours of sleep.

Finally, you unceremoniously turned to your coworkers, not flinching at the fact that none of them were sober, and settled yourself on the floor. Just because you were making sure nothing bad happened didn’t mean you couldn’t join the fun, right?

“I’ll pass on any psychedelics, but if we’re just smoking weed, it’s a different story,” you looked at Andre, who grinned and passed you a small bong.

“Sweet,” you muttered, holding it up to your lips.

“Wow, you sure are great at ‘handling’ these work conflicts,” Myc commented, his voice slurred as he gestured toward you with one of his tentacle arms. You shrugged, taking your time with each hit. You exhaled slowly through your mouth, your throat tickling and urging out a cough.

Wherever Andre gets his weed from, you needed to know. On second thought, he probably grew it himself. Regardless, you weren’t paranoid or anxious whatsoever; you’d argue that you were at peace, even if you were on the floor, slumped over against a large table. If you were this zen every time you were high, maybe you’d be as dependent on drugs as the doctor. You shook the thought from your head, thankful for your ability to function sober in your daily life.

It wasn’t long until your peace of mind would be disturbed.

Brett had scooted over to your happy little corner, smiling widely. You looked over at him and met his eyes. Almost immediately, you looked away. You were acting almost as jittery as Reagan.

“Man, I haven’t been this high since my days in Pi Kappa Alpha. Oh, they had the best hazing rituals.” The brunet remarked, seeming to relish in the memory which most definitely happened differently than he chose to remember it. You nodded in lieu of poking fun at him.

“‘That so?” You asked, tilting your head and looking at him with lidded eyes.

“Yeah, those six hours were the most fun I’ve ever had. You see, it was…” Brett’s voice sounded more like white noise than an actual conversation you still had to engage in. You felt loose, hazy, like you could melt into the floor. You were enjoying yourself so much that you didn’t quite pay attention to what he was saying anymore. Your eyes trained on his lips and tongue as he spoke, trailing down to his ruffled shirt and loosened red tie. Sure, he was a distraction in your usual work environment, but this was bad. Unfortunately, your brain was too fried to realize how overt you were being.

You blinked yourself out of your reverie when you realized something: this was the perfect opportunity and the perfect excuse to get intimate with your coworker. The thought of fucking Brett made the back of your neck heat up, and your mind lingered on the idea for way too long. You were trying to imagine the details of his face and body in such an intimate and vulnerable situation, and you felt your face flush even more. Why are you so flustered? You reasoned with yourself that it was only because of how hot he is, nothing more.

Whatever, fuck it.

You shuffled over to Brett, straddling his lap and shoving one of your knees between his legs. Your hands came to his shoulders, flattening wrinkles on his crisp, white shirt. He had a nervous smile plastered across his face. He is so cute. You grinned playfully, leaning down and kissing up his jaw.

“Wanna go back to my office?” You watched him expectantly, biting your lip. You were a little nervous. It had to be the drugs, right?

“Yeah, sure.” Brett blinked, looking pleasantly surprised at your offer.

You took his larger hand in yours and the two of you snuck out of the conference room. It was only a few corridors and hallways down, close for convenience. You thanked God or whatever higher being in dark robes that existed that you were spared an elevator ride. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to act normal enough to convince whoever watched the elevator security footage that the two of you weren’t about to hook up.

Soon enough you were in your office, which was luckily a closed off room. As the overseer of finance, you had similar status to Reagan and Brett, but while Reagan had her lab, you had a spacious office where you were able to sort through Cognito Inc.’s annual revenue and costs, insurance policies, and new ways to evade taxes every year.

You shut and locked the door with a quiet click. Even though you had been in here many times, you took in your surroundings. The large windows behind your desk overlooked a nice view similar to J.R.’s. No one could see you from the busy street far below, but the off chance that someone did was exciting to consider. You unbuttoned your blouse halfway down, revealing your (luckily nice) bra. Brett’s eyes found their way to your chest and he couldn’t look away. You felt exposed—the weight of his gaze was something you had never felt before. Something about it excited you, causing a heat to pool in between your legs as he approached you.

“Okay, wow, this is happening,” Brett looked a little nervous, and that made you want him even more. If he hadn’t wanted to do this, he would’ve said so. Even if he was a people pleaser and high off his ass, he seemed just as interested in sexual endeavors with you as you were with him. Despite this, you just wanted to make sure.

“Is this okay?” You came up to Brett, placing your hands on his chest. He nodded eagerly and wrapped his arms around your waist. You leaned up to kiss him, and he returned twofold. You were caught off guard by his eagerness, but tried to kiss him more fervently to match his pace.

Brett reached down and grabbed the meat of your thigh, hiking your leg up his side. You sighed into his mouth as he grabbed at your leg and held your body flush against his. You felt his dick press against you through your clothes and your ears prickled with heat. You were thrilled that he seemed to want you—bad.

Suddenly, you pulled away, and Brett actually frowned at the loss of contact. That look he was giving you was enough to get you off alone. Slinking an arm around his shoulder and pressing yourself back against him, you moved your hand down to the bulge in his slacks, rubbing against his erection tentatively. He groaned quietly, breathing a hot breath down your neck, causing you to shiver.

You traced the brunet’s pants in the shape of a heart and then moved to palm his clothed cock. The moments were slow and deliberate, almost teasing. Seeing him like this was something you just couldn’t put in words, so you decided that you were going to show him with your actions. You squeezed your thighs together when the sound of a repressed whimper left his lips, which were now a little red and swollen.

“You’re doing so good, Brett,” you whispered quietly, your tone genuine and loving. He let out a shallow breath, clearly turned on by your words of praise.

“I wanna make you feel good…too,” he whispered back, and you swore your heart skipped about four beats. You cupped his cheek with your hand that had been around his neck and looked up at him, brushing your thumb on his smooth face. How does this man never have any stubble?

“Maybe another night. Right now, I’m here for you, pretty boy,” your lips curled into a smile as you finished your sentence. Brett’s mouth formed into a small ‘o’, but he didn’t protest. You held his shoulders and guided him backwards to your office chair. He sat, his legs slightly spread out and his arms resting on each side. You stood in front of him and slowly started taking off your clothes.

Your shoes went first; you slid the comfortable loafers off and placed them next to each other on the floor. Then was your blouse, halfway unbuttoned but still tucked into your faded black pencil skirt. You casually tugged it out of your bottoms, taking your time to unbutton the rest of the buttons before shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor. Next was your skirt, which had a tiny zipper that you didn’t rush to unzip. Playing things out seemed to be working, because one glance at Brett and you could see that his hard-on was straining against his pants. He bit his lip as he tried not to cover himself up.

Finally, you tugged off your skirt and let it join your blouse on the ground. You were left in your bra, underwear, and a bland pair of tights. You clearly had not planned on presenting your half-naked self to the titular coworker, or else you would’ve worn nicer undergarments or even lingerie.

Brett stared, perhaps in awe, at your figure. His hand moved so he could palm himself through his pants. You blushed, the bold action catching you off guard, but you tried to keep it together. You shook your head and climbed on top of him, straddling him and placing your hands on his chest.

“Let me take care of you, alright?” You looked at him with a lidded gaze, which he returned. He nodded and mumbled an, “okay,” with an already fucked-out look on his face (you were just getting started, too). Honestly, you found it kind of cute. The way he could barely look at you, or maybe it was how he was breathing a little erratically.

You could hardly wait.

As a way of testing the waters, you slowly circled your hips, grinding against Brett’s crotch. He groaned almost painfully, and you took that as a good sign. Holding onto his shoulders, you started to dry hump where you felt his enclosed cock. With each rock of your hips, you felt your clit throb with pleasure. You sighed, breathing hard through your nose. Momentarily, you locked eyes with him and he gave you a pleading look, but you didn’t stop.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, his hands moving to hold your waist in an attempt to help you grind on him. You moved your hips at a more fervent pace, giddily watching him fall apart underneath you. And oh, he just felt so good rubbing against your clit, now swollen in your damp underwear.

“I—,” he choked out, “I think I’m going to cum.”

And just like that, you stopped, completely halting the motions of your hips. You yourself were making your way to your own orgasm. Brett gave you a look of utter devastation, but you brought a hand up to his face and rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“Good boy.”

Brett let out a small gasp as you moved your hands down to his pants, undoing his belt and pulling his fly down. You grazed his straining erection with gentle hands before finally pulling his length out of his white underwear. Of course his underwear is white, you thought to yourself, but quickly brushed the amusing thought away to focus on the task at hand.

“Thank God I take birth control,” you muttered as you pulled your underwear to the side and lined Brett’s cock up with your dripping entrance. You held his length and dragged it up and down your other lips. The way the head of his dick felt against your clit had both him and you moaning already.

Finally, you lowered yourself onto his cock. The two of you moaned as you stretched out around him. Moving at an almost grueling pace, you used his shoulders as leverage to lift yourself up and back down on his length. Unsurprisingly, his dick fit you perfectly. Your eyes filled with adoration as you began to ride him, but, unbeknownst to you, your feelings for him hardly held a candle to his.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Brett chanted under his breath, his chest rising and falling with each large breath he took. If you weren’t so focused on the way his cock hit your g-spot, you might’ve noticed the way he was looking at you. His heart was full and beating hard. Adrenaline pumped through his veins like liquid fire and he gave up on holding back his gasps and groans. His hands grabbed at your bare sides as he rocked his hips up into yours.

“Oh, p-please, I…”

You didn’t mind his neediness; on the contrary, you started fucking him more erratically as you felt your own climax on the horizon. Your clit bumped up against his pants as you rolled your hips, sending twinges of pleasure from your core to the rest of your body. You moved to grab onto his forearm, watching the way his eyebrows knitted together as he occasionally babled your name along with a string of curses.

“You feel so good, oh my God,” you hissed out as you continued to fuck yourself on his dick. He breathlessly agreed with your sentiment, his cheeks and shoulders flushed with pleasure.

“Can I cum inside of you?” Brett asked weakly as if to imply his impending orgasm, rolling his hips without any sort of rhythm. This time, you were going to make sure he came.

“Y-yeah,” you nodded vigorously, trying to focus on guiding the two of you each to your own orgasms. And when that wire inside of you was pulled so tight that it finally snapped, you moaned his name loudly. You tried your best not to stop until he came, which he did—hard.

The feeling of so suddenly being filled with the brunet’s cum was something that you tried to ingrain into your mind. You wanted to remember this forever, or even better, experience it again. Your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, your brain was fuzzy despite you having sobered up, and you were undoubtedly going to be sore from riding him so hard.

You closed your eyes for a moment, catching your breath and relishing in the feeling of Brett still being inside of you. The moment only lasted for a brief moment because you suddenly felt a hand on your face. Your eyelids fluttered open at the feeling of the man’s gentle caress against your cheek. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you felt your cheeks prickle with heat. Finally meeting his gaze, you were surprised to see him already looking at you.

Brett felt a lot less nervous than he had earlier; he hardly wanted to move from out of his position in your chair, and he just couldn’t get enough of the way you looked right now. He sighed softly, cocking his head to the side as he went to stroke your hair. That is, before he stopped himself.

“We should…get cleaned up.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a small smile plastered on your face. You hadn’t even realized you were smiling until you opened your mouth to respond to him.

“There’s a bathroom attached to my office,” you whispered, “we can—“

“I got it. You stay here.” Brett insisted, looking up at you with a fixed expression. Your heart skipped once more and you averted your eyes to a plant in the far corner of your office. After another moment, you finally pulled yourself off of the man and collected your clothes, shrugging your blouse back on but hesitating to button it back up.

Brett tucked himself back into his pants and headed off in the direction you pointed him in. For a moment, you were left there alone. You stared at the now open bathroom door and the yellow-white light that spilled out of the room, and you tried not to focus on the feeling of cum dripping down your leg. Brett’s cum. Inside of you. The words took a second to register, and by the time the brunet came back, you were blushing.

“Here, lemme get this,” he awkwardly leaned down and wiped you up with a paper towel before quickly returning to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet and wash his hands. Always a people pleaser, that man.

You finally put your skirt back on and tucked your blouse in before zipping it up. Luckily, you had worn only a little bit of makeup to work that day, so the only thing that looked off about you was your hair, which was slightly frazzled. Brett’s was as well, so, to his utter delight, you quickly fixed it for him.

“There you go,” you smiled, trying not to think about how the two of you were a lot more sober than you had been earlier. Brett thanked you sheepishly.

“Uh, I-I’m gonna get going. See you, (Name),” He rubbed the back of his head as he slowly backed up to the door before finally unlocking it and leaving. Well, that was weird. You didn’t expect that he would have been in such a rush to leave. You wanted to shrug it off, but that odd feeling lingered in your mind before spreading to your heart and the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t worry,” you said to yourself as you checked the time on your phone. 5:08 PM. Damn, it’s time for me to get going too. You collected a couple of folders and put them in your bag before slinging it over your shoulder.

“It’s okay, tomorrow things will be normal. It’ll be business as usual.”

Yeah. Business as usual…

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 3 months

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Comfort in a Quiet Afternoon

Summary - Part 53 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess, Sam x Eileen

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When you, Dean and Destiny get back to the bunker, Sam is busy in the kitchen cooking a fancy meal to impress this mystery huntress he’s planning a future with. You get anxious when you see all the vegetables, salad and lean meat. You know neither your husband nor your adopted daughter will eat any of that. Truthfully, it’s not your favourite either, but you’d eat it to impress Sam’s girlfriend. From the doorway you ask, “Is this for a romantic dinner for two?”

“Huh?” Sam says, flustered. He flicks his attention between you and the salad he’s currently tossing.

You step into the room and lean against a clear part of the bench. “Dean told me about Eileen and your plan. I think it sounds great and I can’t wait to meet her.”

“She’s great. We’re just taking it slow. I went on a solo hunt a while ago and found her there. She was already on the job, hunting the thing that killed her family; a banshee. It also left her deaf. But she’s so strong, independent and badass, much like yourself.”

“Sam…”

“I know. You only have eyes for Dean. I get it. That’s why I knew I had to move on. Then I met her. It’s not about the similarities, it’s just she knows what it’s like. She gets the life too and the toll. And I’m glad you and Dean are moving on to a better life, but I’m not sure I can just yet, and she’s only just got her revenge and is still finding her footing after that. So I don’t know what our chances are, but I just want to see where it goes. I fell hard and fast for Jess and Amelia, I don’t want to do that again.”

“We rarely get to choose who we fall for, Sam. If she’s the one, you’ll know.”

“I hope so.”

You nod towards the salad that is well and truly tossed now. “So, you know Dean and Destiny won’t touch that, or anything you’ve cooked for that matter.”

“I know…”

You nod. “You just tell us when you want us gone and when to return. But I would love to meet her.”

“Thank you.”

“Optimism looks good on you, Sam,” you say as you turn around to leave him to his cooking. You catch the smile that eclipses his face as you turn the corner. Smiling to yourself you continue down the hall to the Dean cave where you can hear muffled voices. You stand in the doorway watching Dean and Destiny playfully fight over the TV remote. Dean tickles her and she bursts out laughing as she tries to squirm out of his reach. Eventually, you decide to make your presence known. You push off the door frame and say, “If you guys can’t agree peacefully then it must be my turn to choose.”

“No! I wanna watch Totoro!” Destiny whines.

“And Dean?”

“The new season of Game of Thrones just came out on Netflix…”

“And you think that’s appropriate to watch with Destiny?”

“I was here first! She just came in.”

“And who’s the adult here?”

“Fine,” he lets go of the remote with a sigh. “She can watch Totoro again…”

Destiny grips the remote but frowns. “I’m sorry.” She holds the remote out to Dean. “I can play in my room.”

You get ready to step in, but Dean takes the remote from her before pulling her onto his lap and hugging her tight. He turns on the TV, searches for My Neighbor Totoro and presses play. She lights up as she hears the opening music. He spins her around so she can watch, with her back leaning against his chest. She looks back at him confused.

“We watching or what?” he asks with a smile.

“But…”

He pats the spot on the couch beside him, so you join them. You rest your head on Dean’s shoulder and he moves one arm to rest around you.

“Being a parent means making sacrifices and compromises. My dad never got that. I’m not him. My family is always going to come first. I can watch my show later.”

“Thank you,” you whisper into his neck.

He nods and kisses your head before you all go quiet and focus on the movie that you’ve seen multiple times now. You all eventually drift off.

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When you wake up the TV is dark. You check Dean’s watch for the time: 3:30. Your stomach growls. You carefully get up trying your best to not disturb Dean and Destiny who are still sleeping and go out in search of Sam. You find him sitting at a table in the library reading something on his laptop.

“Got an ETA for Eileen?”

“Around six.”

“You want us gone before then?”

“You don’t have to be. But yeah, may be easier if you are and then just come back after dessert…”

“Sounds good. I’ll wake up the napsters and then we can go get some ice cream or something and go to the park. I want to start trying to get her to play with other kids anyway. She’s acting like a normal kid mostly anyway, but I just want to make sure she won’t act out around other kids. Then we can go out somewhere for dinner. We’ll have our own family afternoon and night and come back when you text.”

“Are you sure? I feel bad about kicking you guys out.”

“It’s fine, besides, I offered. And we really do need to start doing more normal things like this as a family if we want to get out.”

“Alright. Thanks Y/N.”

You nod and walk back down the hall. You make a quick detour to go to the bathroom, and tidy your hair from your nap before going back to the Dean cave to wake up the rest of your family. The last thing you want is to startle Dean and have him go into self-defense hunting mode, so you come in quietly and sit on the couch sideways facing him. You softly run your hand through his hair and kiss his cheek. “It’s time to wake up, baby.” You then lean down and place a kiss on Destiny’s head from where she’s snuggled into Dean’s embrace.

After a few minutes they finally start to stir. Once Dean’s almost fully awake and alert again he leans over and pecks your lips. Destiny blinks up at you as Dean keeps his arms wrapped around her securely.

“Good evening, my two sleepyheads. How do the two of you feel about going out? Get a treat, maybe go to the park? And then dinner?” You ask slowly and carefully, making sure not to overwhelm them so soon after waking up.

“What about dinner here? Eileen?” Dean asks.

“Dinner here is only for two. We’ll come back and meet her after. I’ve already talked to Sam.”

“He’s been around for most of our dates, always C-blocking me. How come he gets privacy?”

“Dean,” you chastise him, as you flick your eyes down to Destiny warning him about his language. “Neither of you will eat what he’s cooked anyway. It’s rabbit food.”

“Fine,” he says with a sigh.

“Come on, would it really be so bad to go out with just the three of us for some family time?”

“No, it’s just not fair.”

“Life rarely is, suck it up.” You tickle Destiny’s foot that’s resting on the couch beside you. “You wanna come out with us?” She nods, Dean releases his grip and she climbs off his lap. “Alright, go put on some shoes and a jacket, okay?”

“Okay,” she says before scurrying off down the hall.

Dean leans over and kisses you deeply. When he pulls back he quietly asks, “you think once we get back maybe we could finally spend some time just the two of us, in bed? Let me worship this sex body?” He runs his hands down your sides.

“We’ll see. I can’t promise you anything, Dean. It depends on how Destiny goes. And how tired we both are after this evening.”

“I promise I won’t be too tired. And you don’t have to do a thing. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

“We’ll see. I know you miss sex, but we just have to be more careful about getting caught now. It’s one thing having Sam or Cas walk in, but Destiny? She’s a child, I won’t risk scarring her like that. Plus, I don’t want the awkward conversation that follows.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“Come on, she’ll be ready soon. We need to get ready too.” You take his hand and pull him to stand up and then you both go to your room to put on a jacket and shoes, just as you’d told Destiny to do.

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scottybrock · 3 years

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The Show - Beck/Jade/Reader

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC THAT HAS A POLY COUPLE IN IT, PLS DON’T ROAST ME

“Move,” Jade ordered, slamming her lunch tray on the table. Tori glared at her, but Jade was unfazed. “You kissed Beck during your first week here,” Jade reminded the thin brunette. Beck scrunched his nose at the reminder, subconsciously lifting a hand to wipe at his lips. “That was because you poured coffee on my head!” Tori whined.

You glanced at Jade, who smirked. “Be glad it was iced coffee,” Jade responded, roughly shoving her way between you and Tori. “If you ever try to put your dry lips near my girlfriend, you’ll have to worry about more than a cup of coffee.” Tori yelped as Jade slammed her hip against hers, but you welcomed the contact, leaning closer to your girlfriend. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “Hey,” You grinned. Jade’s bright blue eyes lit up, and her expression softened. “Yeah, hey,” She grumbled. Beck shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Hey babe,” He greeted. Jade rolled her eyes at him, but a soft smile spread across her face. “Whatever.” She grumbled.

Tori tilted her head, her brows furrowing. “How is it that Jade has not one, but two significant others, and I’m single?!” She whined. You exchanged a look with Beck, then rolled your eyes. Jade glared at Tori. “What’re you trying to say, Vega? That I’m hideous, so therefore I deserve to die alone?” She snapped. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, pressing a light kiss to her neck.

Her glare softened as she turned to you. “Excuse me, I’m trying to scare the wazz out of Vega,” She murmured, trying to stop the giggles that were building up in her chest. You pressed another soft kiss to her neck, and she sighed, her tense posture relaxing, leaning against you. Beck leaned over and brushed his lips over Jade’s. “Yeah, but there are more… pleasant things that we can be doing with that time,” He smirked. You lifted your head from its comfy place to turn around and kiss him, your tongue pressing against the seam of his lips.

His response was immediate; he gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you onto his lap. Jade leaned over to scatter rough kisses along your neck, biting lightly at your soft skin. “Guys,” Tori cleared her throat. You ignored the waifish brunette, running your hands along Beck’s back, pulling him impossibly closer. Jade’s kisses and Beck’s tongue were doing things to you that weren’t entirely appropriate in a school setting.

With great reluctance, you slid off of Beck’s lap. His hands gripped your hips as if to hold you there, but seeing the determined expression on your face, he relented and gave your hips a final squeeze. Jade’s kisses tapered off, and you finally looked at the table. While you’d been occupied with your boyfriend and girlfriend, Andre, Robbie (plus Rex, but you couldn’t stand the puppet), and Cat had all found their way to the table. “Whoa,” Rex said. If he could, he’d be grinning like the little leper he was. “That was hot, babe.”

Jade’s brows furrowed, a thunderstorm of emotions flickering over her flawless face. “Call my girlfriend babe again and you’ll lose an arm,” She snarled. Robbie shielded Rex protectively as Andre snickered. Tori looked on with an amused expression, a subtle smile curving her lips. Cat let out a high pitched giggle. “One time, my brother…” She started, then adopted an offended expression when your friends all groaned, nearly at the same time. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” She exclaimed. Jade ignored her, turning to Beck. “Get me coffee,” She demanded. You perked up, giving your boyfriend a hopeful look. Beck caved almost instantly. “What’s the magic word?” He asked playfully.

Jade’s glare sharpened. “Now!” She snapped at the same time that you shouted “Please!” and offered your boyfriend a charming smile. Beck rolled his eyes at Jade, but bent down to press a firm kiss to her lips. Her expression softened, and she looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes and uttered in a soft, sweet tone that she reserved only for you and Beck. “Please?” She requested.

Beck’s handsome face lit up, a toothy grin settling on his lips. “Be back in a minute.” He acquiesced. As he walked away, Jade shouted after him, “Two sugars!” He turned back and gave her a thumbs up. Jade turned to her salad and began violently stabbing it as hard as the plastic fork would allow. You didn’t bother reminding Beck of your coffee order; after all, he’d been your boyfriend for almost three years. He knew what to do.

You were broken out of your reverie by Tori asking Jade if she could have a cucumber from her salad. Jade glared at her frenemy. “No,” She snapped. Tori pouted, sticking her lower lip out. “C’mon, I just want an itty-bitty piece of cucumber,” Tori whined. Jade rolled her eyes, then picked up her entire salad, aiming it at Tori. Tori shrieked, ducking for cover. Andre immediately grabbed his backpack, ready to make a run for it. Cat was oblivious, eating her pizza without a care in the world. Robbie let out a whimper. You just watched, waiting to see what your beautiful girlfriend was going to do.

Much to your amusement, she didn’t throw the salad at Tori. She chucked her half-eaten salad directly at Rex, and by extension, Robbie. The salad hit the two of them, landing with soggy splat. Robbie’s jaw hung open, his eyes wide. Jade glared at him. “That’s for calling my girlfriend babe,” She snarled. Robbie glared back at her, then immediately cowered away from her when he realized what he’d done. Without another word, he grabbed his backpack and his puppet and hightailed it away from the table.

Andre and Tori laughed. You snickered, which brought a small smile to Jade’s flawless face. Jade raised an eyebrow at them. “I think you should leave,” She said, her tone matter of fact. Andre was well aware that when Jade used that tone, she wasn’t asking- she was telling. “Alright,” He acquiesced. “See you guys in Sikowitz’s class,” He stood, but Tori stopped him, furrowing her brows once more. “Why do we have to leave?” The songstress complained. Jade’s smirk sharpened. “Because,” She drawled. “While I no longer have a salad to throw at you, I have these,” With that statement, she whipped a pair of scissors out of one of her boots.

Tori had a look of absolute horror on her face as she fled the table, with Andre following close behind her shouting, “Why’d you hafta ask why?!” Cat followed behind them, gleefully proclaiming, “Weee! I love running!” You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to Jade’s lips. “Wanna tell me the real reason you scared everyone away?” You asked, your voice teasing. Jade’s perfect lips curled into a soft smirk. “Maybe I just want to spend time alone with my boyfriend and girlfriend,” She replied, shifting so that you could pull her closer, your legs brushing against hers, then finally entwining. You pressed a hand to your chest, your voice playfully mocking. “Jade West, whatever do you plan on doing with me?”

Jade’s gorgeous face lit up, her smile roguish. “Oh, I plan on doing a lot with you,” She murmured. Your cheeks flushed, and you nudged her. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You teased, your lips brushing gently over the shell of her ear. She shivered. “Maybe when Beck gets back… We can go to the janitor's closet and ditch fifth period,” You suggested. Jade’s cheeks flushed, the redness contrasting quite lovely with the paleness of her skin. Her smile was uncharacteristically shy. “I’d like that,” She replied softly.

Beck returned, balancing three coffee cups. “Where’d everyone go?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at the blush on Jade’s cheeks. You reached for your coffee, taking a quick sip. “That’s not of importance right now,” You replied, a devilish smirk appearing on your face. Beck’s other eyebrow rose; he knew when you had that look on your face, trouble wasn’t far behind. “Oh yeah?” He asked, handing Jade, who looked rather flustered, her coffee. “Then what is of importance right now?”

Your smirk grew and you glanced over at Jade, who was squirming in her seat. “The important thing right now is that our girl has some needs that need to be taken care of.” You replied. A matching smirk flashed over Beck’s face. He turned to Jade. “Is that so?” He looked unbelievably smug. How could he not be, when he knew that he was about to fuck two of the most gorgeous girls? “Well, babe. How about we move this somewhere else? Wouldn’t wanna give anyone a show, would we?”

You shrugged, your eyes glinting playfully. “What if I would?” You teased. Beck’s eyes darkened, and Jade whimpered in the background. Beck set his cup of coffee down and pulled you to him, his hands gripping your hips tightly once more. “Fuck the janitor’s closet,” Beck’s voice was low and gravelly. “We’re ditching for the rest of the day. I’ll give you and Jade a show you won’t soon forget.”

Jade stood on shaky legs, and you and Beck pulled her in close, so that you formed a small circle. Jade’s fingers ran up and down your leg, causing you to shiver. “I don’t doubt that,” Jade smirked. “Never had a reason to complain before.” You nodded in agreement. Beck growled lowly, moving one of his hands to grip one of Jade’s hips as well. “I’ve got no complaints on my end either,” Beck remarked, his dark brown eyes practically pitch black with lust. “Now get your sweet asses to the truck so we can get to the RV, and I can fuck you both into the mattress until the sun comes up.”

You grinned slyly at him, then glanced at Jade. “Can I fuck Jade into the mattress, too? You can watch.” Jade shifted slightly, letting out a soft whine. She loved that idea, and it was obvious Beck did too, as he pulled you into a bruising kiss. You nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him. “Get to the truck now,” Beck growled. “I’m gonna call us in sick. I want both of you in the truck and ready to go by the time I get back.”

“I’m already ready to go,” Jade grinned. Beck let out a soft groan. “Let me go call us in sick, stop tempting me.” Jade’s grin sharpened, and she collected the abandoned coffee cups. “We’re most certainly going to need energy to go until the sun rises,” Jade shrugged innocently. Beck grinned, then hurried back to the school. The lunch period was long over, but the fun was just about to begin.

“Don’t take too long, or we’ll start without you!” You called after him. Jade laced her fingers with yours, and the two of you began walking to the truck. Her smirk would have made the devil proud. “I like the way you think.”

You grinned at her. “And I like the way you taste.” Jade’s cheeks flushed once more. “Ditto. I like the way you taste. Now stop talking, or we’re really going to have to start without Beck.” She grunted, opening the door for you. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips in thanks, then slid into the car. Jade joined you seconds later, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer. She inhaled deeply, then snuggled closer.

The driver’s side door opened, and Beck slid in. “We’re all set,” He told you and Jade. His dark eyes glinted with the promise of pleasure and love. “Are you ready?” Jade made a soft noise of affirmation. You grinned back at him, your eyes twinkling. “Always.” You replied.

Beck’s smile widened. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

#beck oliver #jade west #jade west x reader #jade west fanfic #jade x reader #jade west fanfiction #beck oliver x reader #beck oliver x jade west x reader #victorious #cat valentine #andre harris #robbie shapiro

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sunflower1experiment · 2 years

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Andrew Kreiess x reader

A hunter? He grew nervous, not because the hunter was scary but because they genuinely attracted him.

They seemed like the quiet type as well, but when talking with other hunters they’re quite chatting. Mainly with Antonio or the dream witch because they speak in a whispering tongue correlated to the dark arts, they’d stare down the survivors.

He has spoken with them, they let out a small hum to respond. His conversations would be about his goal to help his mother or maybe about the matches or to gain advice about other hunters. Not that they mind, a couple of times however the hunter has gotten close to Andrew admiring his skin and eyes. Suddenly they whisper softly, “You have beautiful hair and pigment…”

Andrew stared, a small smile rests on his face, memories of his mother came to mind but then he looks away. “….Thank you.”

It took a lot of guts to talk to them but to have an attraction towards hunter who could step on anyone if desired? Strange, they were tall, their body curvy…attractive in a way. He couldn’t help but blush just thinking about such sinful things, later on this hunter visits him.

“(Y/N)…” he cleared his throat. “I-If you could and I mean you don’t have to but…” rubbing his hair back.

“….Would you let me hold you?” They walk over and hug him. He sighs letting out a quiet sob in their arms…

Many days will pass and their relationship was kept a secret. He didn’t care about anyone else except his teammates and them, but this being his first relationship he never understood how they worked.

The gifts he got…well he doesn’t consider dead rats a gift but the cooking and handmade flowers were nice. Especially the paper birds..he always kept them in an open area.

(Y/N) gave the best hugs, kisses and even helped him with the other hunters. He’s tried to counter them before but they’re so unpredictable. It’s strange how they’re together and he still has yet to predict them.

18 + Stay up there!

Outside the manor

Andrew had asked for this for awhile but they waited until they both escaped out of the manor together.

For awhile he’s been stuck, he tried to figure out why he felt so pent up or strange. (Y/N) even grew confused until he finally hugged them close, asking softly for them to be dominant. Confused at first they obliged: once they were both somewhat naked (Y/N) sits Andrew down.

Her thighs pressed close together and they start to slowly grind against his member, the friction caused Pre cum to escape. His body shudders while he watched them move their thigh against him.

Soon enough (Y/N) stands, “Come here.” He stood then hugged them close letting the tall hunter give his member more friction between their legs. He thrusts a few times then gasps lightly while their thighs practically made him shudder and moan into their chest.

His member starts to twitch, hardening while they ordered him to thrust upward against their thighs. The tip was rubbed slowly and Andrew practically lost his mind, “Hah- (Y/N)~” he moans loudly. They start rubbing their thighs again, blushing while Andre gripped them by the waist and practically thrusts faster as if begging to cum between them. (Y/N) squished and rubbed against Andrew, his body arched following with a breathy moan and his hot seed making contact with (Y/N)’s thighs. “Feel better?”

He shook his head, so (Y/N) laid him down and continued. Their thighs squeezed his girth then they order him to thrust again: gasping lightly he starts moving faster against their thighs. “Calm down Andrew you’ll overstimulate yourself.” He hugs, his thrusts grew sloppy but he wanted to cum so badly.

They share a long kiss and his body slowed down, he came all over their thighs then collapsed on their chest. “I’m tired…”

“I told you to not overstimulate yourself sugar cube.” He whines. “But you felt so good.”

“Relax honey…” Andrew slowly calms down. “…Can we go again?”

“Sure Andrew.”

#andrew kreiss smut #andrew kreiss x reader #idv andrew #identity v andrew #andrew kreiss #Andrew kreiss x you

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totebagchiqbarista · 3 years

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Heyy can i request a luka x fem!reader fic? Like you know how how luka is always calm and cool? What if he turns into a living mess after he meets reader? Like no stuttering or something but hes ranting about her to juleka all the time and cant concentrate when shes around??

what are you doing to me? // luka x fem!reader

request: anonymous

warnings: fluff, swearing?, Luka being a mess

pairing: Luka Couffaine x Fem!Reader

a/n: I really wanted to write some Luka stuff and this kind of stretched out to a good amount of words so I hope you like it! :)

"Dear God, Luka, stop talking!" Juleka shouted at her brother who entered her room uninvited for the 4th time today. She had understood he didn't have anybody really to talk to, but Lord was he getting annoying at this point.

"But I have to tell you something"

Pushing him out of her cabin one last time, Juleka stood at the door frame and stared at the blue boy. "Go out and find a life!" Of course, she didn't mean it like that, but before she could manage what she is doing, she slammed the door shut in front of him.

Luka was taken aback by the change in Juleka's attitude. He didn't flinch though. He was always that one collected and calm person in every group. Anger never fulfilled him in the ways it sometimes filled his mother, for example.

Anarka had never been the type to prohibit them of their freedom, but she tends to let her emotions take over her. When somebody mentions their dad, she turns red, wrathful at the memories that flow across her head. And it's never long until she completely lets rage form her.

But Luka was different. He was always the serene boy you would find in the back of the class writing songs, practicing riffs. When somebody took it out on him, Luka sucked it in, forgetting about the scene in a few days. He had never lost his temper, beat someone up, melted at someone's touch...

He didn't mind it, after all, there was nothing to whine about. He had all his emotions under control, and even though he would never admit it- it made him feel superior to others.

So Luka decided to go to the park. Whenever he had nothing to do, a simple solution always came to his mind- a warm walk through the park.

"Hi, Nino" he exclaimed seeing the familiar couple by the water fountain. "Hi, Alya."

Alya offered him a soft smile, taking a piece of Andre's ice cream. Nino lent him his famous handshake. "I'm excited for tonight!" said Alya, referring to the private hangout at Couffaine's that was yet to come.

Luka had completely forgotten about it. How could he do such a thing? Still, he kept his cool exterior, nodding his head in agreement. "Me too"

"Oh shoot! I forgot I was supposed to meet Y/n tonight" Alya looked back on her schedule.

"Who's that?" Luka questioned, having never heard of that name before

"An old friend of mine. She just recently moved here"

"She can come, too."

"Really?" Alya's face lit up in joy "You would do that?"

The blue-haired boy laughed "If there's one place in Paris everybody is welcomed, it for sure is the Couffaine's ship!"

"Great, we'll see you there soon!" Alya added before collecting her phone and her boyfriend, running to meet up with her long-term friend.

Luka was left alone by the fountain, staring faintly at the water drops in the pool. Hot summer day took a toll on him and his eyes closed slightly under the pressure of the beaming sunshine.

A wooden bench called out to him and so he sat underneath the cooling shade of the trees. Moments passed and Luka grew to be more impatient. Guests were to come tonight, maybe he should return and help Juleka set up for the evening hang out...

Just on a mark, a girl ran to the park, out of her breath. She seemed worn out as she breathed heavily from the excessive physical activity. She looked at the phone in her hands, it responding with a typical GPS lady voice.

"Shit" she mumbled as she frantically tried to get the directions from the small machine.

"Hey" Luka called out to her from his sitting position in the corner "Are you lost?"

The girl looked around, making sure the blue boy was talking to her. "Yeah, I guess I could say so." Just as she returned him the look, Luka was struck by her beauty. It seemed like such a cliché, really. And Luka hated clichés. Yet, he was mesmerized by the girl who stood before him.

"Right... Where do you need to go?" He asked, collecting himself by her feet.

"Uh," she let out an unknowing hum "Here"

The picture she showed was blurry but Luka figured the place. It was a place he liked to visit sometimes, too. He showed her the directions, making sure she knows all the tracks.

"Thank you so much" The girl beamed with happiness in her eyes "Thank you for helping me"

Luka nodded, and the girl turned around to leave in the direction he just showed her. Luka contemplated for a second before asking a question just as she was about to leave "Can I know your name, at least?"

Hope in his eyes, he stared at her for a full moment until she broke the silence. "We only just met. Besides, where's the fun in that?" Sending him one last wink goodbye, she disappeared into the streets of Paris.

Juleka wasn't a person one could easily talk to. Except for Luka. Luka knew his sister was quite an introvert and a rather shy soul. He respected it and grew to watch over her, protecting her privacy with others. But with him, she was sometimes an extremely cheerful and bubbly person. Hell, there were moments he wished she could stop talking!

So when the two of them collaborated in decorating the harbor for their friends, they finished rather quickly. In under 2 hours, the duo managed to make the best party ship anyone has ever seen.

"Alya is bringing a friend," Luka said as he and Juleka tried to put the last fairy lights around.

"Really? Who?"

"An old friend who just moved here. Y/n as I recall."

Juleka nodded, trying to remember the name "Oh yes, Y/n. Alya told us about her. I'm glad to finally meet her."

Soon enough, the guests started to gather and their home was erupting from chit chats and music. Luka talked to everybody, getting lost in the crowd. His mind always found its way back to the silhouette of the lost girl from the park. There was something he couldn't get enough of in her...

"Luka, could you play us something?" asked Marinette to what Luka only nodded, heading to his room for the guitar.

"Alya is here!" Rose exclaimed when she noticed her friend at the entrance. Next to her stood a girl, a girl Alya has told them almost everything about.

"Hi, guys! This is Y/n" everybody welcomed them, all eyes prying on the newbie.

Marinette came closer and hugged her "I'm Marinette" she addressed as she offered her a soft smile "I've heard so much about you!"

"I could say the same" Y/n returned the sweet gesture.

"What took you so long?" Nino asked looking at his watch and then back at them.

"My bad. I got kind of lost."

The moment Luka stepped on the ship, the last thing he expects to see was the girl he couldn't stop thinking about. The girl that has been playing in his head all day, since the moment they met. Well, not exactly met.

"You" he blurted without thinking as he set his guitar down.

The pair of orbs he remembered from this morning, looked up at him, as surprised as him. "You" she joked back, not breaking the eye contact.

"You two know each other?" Marinette asked looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Not really. He helped me find the way this morning" Y/n explained

"And she didn't even tell me her name"

"It's more fun this way, don't you think?"

Luka chuckled offering her a handshake. "I'm Luka"

"Y/n"

The night moved slowly and Luka found himself growing more and more nervous whenever Y/n was around. This can't be! He's always the calm one, the collected one, the untouchable one. No, no. It's just a mire admiration. Nothing much, really. He's as steady as ever...

"Spin the bottle!" Alya shouted out of nowhere

Numbers of confused faces turned to her in a moment. She proceeded, explaining her outburst. "Let's play spin the bottle"

The teens looked around, meeting with other's sights, nodding in agreement. Soon enough, the group was sat on the floor. Upon choosing a seat, Luka looked around. There were 2 left: beside Y/n and opposite of her. He wanted to sit beside her, really. Oh, just how he wanted to sit beside her, their knees touching... But he was so nervous. His palms sweat just for the thought and his heart raced with a speed unknown to man.

So he sat opposite of her.

"Right, so, we are playing spin the bottle combined with truth and dare. A person spins the bottle and they ask "truth or dare?" the one who the bottle has sat on." Alya explained.

Marinette went first, the bottle landing on Y/n. The bluenette smiled softly and asking the question. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth"

"Are you happy to be in Paris?"

"Very!" The two exchanged graceful smiles earning a groan from Nino.

"Where are the fun questions! C'mon dudettes!" he cried obviously disappointed in his friends.

Marinette looked at him in confusion "What do you want me to ask?"

"I don' know, something interesting. Like, describe your perfect type, or something"

Y/n laughed for a second. "Well I don't really have a type but guitarists hold a special place in my heart"

Luka looked at her in surprise but wasn't met with her gaze. That was it. He'll lose his mind because of this girl and there's no turning back. He'll be defeated, if only he wasn't already.

Y/n grew to be a great addition to the class and the friend group. And she grew closer to Luka's heart, more close than he liked to admit. When she was around, his mind was rollercoasters, when she was away her melody played in the back of his head. It was exhausting, really. Luka had never acted this way, especially not for a girl. It was all new to him.

It had been almost two months since Y/n's first day in the city of love. Never had she imagined that she would fall so in love with the people, the culture, the capital of France in general. She was standing on her balcony, looking at the most beautiful sightseeing- the Eiffel tower.

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving, see you later!" she shouted as she closed the front door behind her. Juelka had invited her to help her out with band stuff. She was a bit surprised to say at least for Y/n wasn't much of an intellectual in that field.

The traffic was light and soon enough she stepped foot on the magnificent ship. The boy she already knew very well was strumming his guitar in the corner.

"Nice tune" she whispered, coming behind him

Luka jumped a little, taken aback by her unexpected figure. "Y/n? Why-"

"I invited her, I need some help," said Juleka from the door. "I'll be back in a second" and with that, she disappeared.

Y/n sat on a chair beside him, feeling the tension rise. Luka's melody became more insecure, more unsteady. It felt as if he was trying too hard.

"What happened?"

"I don't know" Luka answered, regretting holding the guitar now. It was true, when she was around, it was not much he could do. His mind always wandered elsewhere.

An uncomfortable silence took over them. Juleka was nowhere in sight. After some minutes of complete dull, Y/n stood up eager to leave. "Tell Juleka I'm sorry, but I just remembered I have to go."

Luka wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He was afraid of blurting out something way more stupid. So he nodded, regretting his decisions. What has she done to him? He can't even think straight, what to do, what not to do. He's a mess and it's all because of her.

"What are you doing you, idiot, go after her!" Juleka stormed out of the ship, scolding her older brother.

"What?"

"Go after her! Tell her how you feel! God!"

"What are you talking about?" Luka played it off dumb

Juleka's anger only grew "Oh please, mister untouchable, you're not so secretive about it. You can never concentrate when she's around, when I mention her, you grow all impatient. You talk about her ALL THE DAMN TIME. I can't listen to you anymore!"

Luka shifted in his spot "I don't talk about her that much"

"You literally stormed in my room last night talking about her humor and how cool she is. Go tell her how you feel, Luka"

He contemplated for a minute making Juleka impatient "Now! Go!"

The blue boy nodded, setting his guitar aside, and running as fast as he could. He ran the way he remembered Y/n to go. His legs could sprint only so fast but somehow he managed to run it all the way through.

Just by the bridge, she saw her walk by herself. It was already getting late, the sun was just around the corner, held by its fingertips to not yet say goodbye. She was looking to the river, calm and alone. "Y/n!" he shouted, putting all the energy he had to pull it through.

"Y/n!" he screamed once more to what the girl turned around. Just as she was about to ask what was happening, Luka panted taking her hand in his the moment he got the chance.

"No, no, I talk." He said taking a deep breath and looking right into her eyes. "Y/n from the moment we met in the park, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You took a tool on me, god, I'm wrapped around your finger! I can't focus when I see you, I lose all my senses when you smile"

Y/n smiled at the ongoing love declaration. "And no matter how hard I tried to cover up my feelings, to forget you, there just is no escape. I am lost, I'm losing my mind. God, what are you doing to me? I rant about you to Juleka, dear Lord. You made a mess out of me, Y/n, and I love, I love, I love you."

And before thinking, Y/n pressed her lips against his. She kissed him long and lovingly, making him melt under her touch.

"That makes the two of us"

#luka x reader miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous marinette #miraculous au #miraculous luka #fanfic #oneshot #luka couffaine x reader #luka couffaine #adrienette #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupen chang #miraculous #miraculous fanfic

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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hey love ❤️ i hope you’re doing good and healthy but i was wondering if you could do a little mix!reader after she gave birth to tom and her’s child. maybe when the girls meet their niece or nephew

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The World’s Greatest Aunties

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader, Little Mix x fem!reader

Summary: The girls finally get to meet Baby Holland for the first time.

Warnings: none, spelling errors?

A/n: Hey darling! Thank you so much for the request, I’m so sorry that it took so long. I took a small break from writing Tom fics and writing in general because I needed to recharge the author part of my brain😭😂 I was lacking motivation to write but I’m back now! Thank you again for the request and I hope you like it!💞

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Five pairs of eyes peered over the bassinet, a twinkle of admiration in each one. The house was quiet except for the low hums of the music that played softly in the living room. Occasionally, they would hear the light clicks and taps of Tessa’s nails against the floors. The five of them were quiet, letting out a little coo here and there when the tiny bundle in the bassinet fidgeted.

“I can’t believe you actually made a baby.” Leigh-Anne whispered, cautiously steadying her voice at a quieter tone. You all nodded, agreeing to her comment.

You glance at Tom, who was stood beside you, “We weren’t even planning on having a baby. Someone’s pull-out game was just very weak.”

Tom’s mouth gaped at your statement, a false offended look on his features. “Well, you weren’t complaining while it was happening.”

“Did you really think I’d be in the right headspace to realize how bad your pull-out game was after being railed to the bed?” You quizzed him, standing up straight and placing your hands on your hips.

Jesy’s eyes shifted between you and Tom, “Are you two really talking about how irresponsible you guys are at sex in front of the baby you both made—because of irresponsible sex?”

“But isn’t she the cutest outcome of irresponsible sex?” Perrie cooed, leaning closer to the opening of the bassinet. Tom smirks at you before slinging his arm around your shoulder, “We made a beautiful baby, didn’t we?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Thomas, I’m sure Amelia’s 90 percent (Y/n) and 10 percent you.” Jesy comments, earning her some chuckles from the rest of you except for Tom. Though they’ve know each other for years, and he’s proved himself worthy of you, that still didn’t stop Jesy from giving him a hard time. Of course, all the petty arguments were all in good fun. He’s been slowly growing on her anyway.

“Well she’s definitely got (y/n)’s lips.” Leigh-Anne observed, admiring the sweet baby from above. You leaned your head on Tom’s shoulder as you watched Amelia scrunch her tiny nose.

“But her nose, without a doubt, is Tom’s.” You point out, watching your baby snuggle into her blanket.

“Honestly, you know how some babies are just not cute when they’re first born?” Jade began, voice remaining in a whisper. A few sounds of agreement were heard amongst you all. “Amelia’s probably one of the most cutest newborns I’ve ever seen, and she’s only a few weeks old.”

Tom’s lips morph into a soft smile as he leans back down towards Amelia, “She’s gorgeous isn’t she?” His large hand creeping closer to his daughter to brush his fingers along her chubby cheeks. Though the contact of his cold digits made her jolt, causing a sob to bubble out her small body. Tom gasped, turning around to give you an apologetic look. Before the girls arrived, you had put Amelia down for a nap so she wouldn’t be fussy once the girls were over. You were planning on waiting till she woke up to properly introduce her to the girls, but things don’t always go as planned, do they?

“Oh no!” Perrie cried, moving out the way so Tom can gather Amelia into his arms. Tom held her against his chest, shushing her and slightly bouncing his body to ease her wailing.

“I’m so sorry, sunshine. Daddy didn’t mean to wake you.” He apologized, genuinely feeling bad for waking her up from her nap. He whispered comforting words into her ear, not phased by the fact that she couldn’t even understand him yet. He pressed kisses on the crown of Amelia’s head, trying to calm her down.

“Look at that, she even got your vocals too.” Jesy hummed, smiling at the crying baby against Tom’s chest. You laughed, stretching your hands out towards Tom. Just by the gesture, he knew what you meant. The two of you have only been parents for almost a month now and every single day it seemed like you were both picking up new habits—specifically parental ones. It was like the start of your relationship again, you were leaning new things about each other, but this time as parents.

“Aww, c’mere darling, momma’s got you.” You cooed as Tom helped you place her against your chest. Her tiny head was snuggled into the crook of your neck, the warmth coming from your skin soothing her. You had a hand under her bum while the other was rubbing circles onto her back. Slowly, her cries softened until they were replaced by her cute baby gurgles.

“Are you crying?” Perrie asked. You turned around to see who the question was directed to. Only to find Jesy wiping her eyes and fanning them with her hands. She shook her head trying to brush off Perrie’s question.

“Babe,” you called out to her, “Why are you crying?”

You body gently swayed side to side, trying to entertain Amelia. You all looked at Jesy, an amused yet concerned expression on all your faces. When she felt like her tears weren’t about to spill from her eyes, she tilted her head to look at you again.

“I’m just—you’re an actual mother. Like look at you, you’re so grown up.” She sniffed, eyes watering up again. Jesy and the rest of the girls were just a few years older than you. Being the youngest of the group, they’ve always been protective of you and viewed you as their younger sister. They watched you grow up into an amazing woman, watched you fall in love with Tom, and now here you were—as a mother. The sight was quite emotional.

“Aw Jess.” You walk closer to her, using one of your arms to embrace her. Jesy chokes on her laugh, “No! Don’t hug me, you’re gonna make me cry even more.”

You ignore her protests and continue to wrap your arm around her neck. Jesy allows the hug to happen, wrapping both her arms around your waist.

“It’s okay, I cried a few times too.” Tom tells her comfortingly, handing her a tissue from over your shoulder. She takes it, thanking him quietly, and dabbing her eyes. You hear some more sniffles around the room. Breaking your hug with Jesy, you look around to see Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne with glossy eyes.

“Guys...” You sigh.

“It just sunk in that you’re a mum now. Like you need to take care of another human being and help them become a person and all that.” Jade summed up, blinking away tears. Tom took it upon himself to wordlessly pass around tissues to the four women in the room.

Leigh-Anne came up behind you to move your hair over your shoulders, “You’re gonna teach her so many lessons about life. You’re gonna be the first person she’ll always look up to and her first best friend—I’m so excited for you.”

“I have life lessons too, ya know.” Tom interjected, slightly raising his hand. Jesy glances at him and scoffs, “You have the body of a twelve year old and you cry in movies for a living. What could you possibly learn from that?”

“I don’t cry in all my movies.” He defended himself.

You move your head to look at Tom, “Darling, you’ve literally cried in four out of the five Marvel movies you’ve been in. That speaks volumes.”

Jade’s eyes shifted between Jesy and Tom, “I thought we were having a sentimental moment, how did we go from that to hating on Tom.”

“Because, he’s Tom.”

Tom crossed his arms, squinting at you all, “You know, I thought having Amelia would make you guys like me more—but no, I just can’t catch a break from you lot.”

A joyful sound emitted from Amelia, catching everyone’s attention. The girls cooed and awed at the new member of their little family.

“Oh hello precious!” Perrie squealed leaning down beside you so she can see Amelia’s face. Your baby’s eyes were wide as she stared at the faces crowding above her.

“D’you guys wanna hold her?” The girls eagerly nod, bodies filling with excitement. You handed Amelia to Jesy, showing her how to properly hold your newborn baby. With her new niece’s head resting against her shoulder, she feels her heart swell with joy.

“Oh my, she’s lovely.” She whispered softly, her hand cradling Amelia’s head. She ducks her head to get a closer look at her face, chuckling when she sees the combination of you and Tom on Amelia’s features. Jesy catches a whiff of the newborn baby smell radiating off of her—you know, that light weight baby powder-ish smell?

“And she smells so good!” Jesy announced enthusiastically. Perrie frowns, “I wanna smell the baby.”

“Too bad, you can’t.” Jade teases, poking fun at Perrie’s inability to smell. Jesy passes Amelia to Perrie, who makes grabby hands at her before wrapping her arms around Amelia’s tiny form.

“I’m so sorry for exposing you to the media.” She tells the baby, a chorus of laughter following her apology. Perrie gently pokes Amelia’s cheeks with her finger, “Your cheeks! I just want to squish ‘em and smother you with kisses!”

“I think you’ve had enough time with the baby, my turn!” Leigh-Anne jokes, holding her hands out for Amelia. Perrie carefully hands her to Leigh-Anne, who instantly melts once she holds Amelia against her.

“I want one now.” She whines.

“Ask Andre, I’m sure he’ll give you one in no time.” You wink at her, gesturing to the ring on her left hand. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she became pregnant anytime soon. Leigh-Anne took her time holding Amelia, basking in the cloud of baby fever she was currently experiencing. Your daughter was then passed onto Jade, who was thrilled to show her niece all the gifts she had bought her.

You all watched as Jade ventured towards the couch, kindly asking Tom to fetch the large bag that was at your entrance alongside the piles of packages from your family and friends. Ever since you and Tom brought Amelia home, there has been a never ending amount of gifts being delivered to your home. The items ranged from clothes, toys, to diapers, and baby bottles. Your house was practically filled to the brim with baby supplies.

Jade settles on the couch; adjusting Amelia so she can cradle her with her arm and using her free hand to pull out gifts from the bag. You and the rest of the girls sit around her, while Tom looked over the couch behind you.

“You guys really didn’t have to get us anything, just being here and letting us share this moment with you is enough for me.” You expressed, Tom agreeing with you. Jade simply brushed you off, “Oh hush up, let us spoil Amelia. She’s going to be the sixth member of our band, so we need to make sure she’s got the best clothes to look like her mummy and aunties.”

Jade proceeds to pull out a bunch of Disney themed items out from the bag. “Oh you’re gonna love this, I found a bunch off onesies that were princess themed—look!” Jade held up the hanger of multiple Disney onesies for your daughter. “Look Amelia, there’s one for every princess!” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh when Jade began to show every item she bought for Amelia.

Your and Tom’s jaws dropped when she pulled out a Minnie Mouse headband made for babies.

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, lemme see.” Tom held his hand out towards Jade who handed him the headband. You watched adoringly as Tom inspected the headband, looking at it with fascination. He caught your stare and proudly held up the head band, “Baby, we’ve gotta take her to Disney.”

“Oh, we definitely are, don’t worry.” You assure him, making him proudly fist the air. Without any of you noticing, Jesy slipped out the room to get the gift bag she left out at the entrance.

“I’ve got something too!” She sang entering the living room. She sat back on the couch, Jade passing Amelia to her once she was comfortable.

“Alright, ya ready precious?” Jesy asked Amelia, who grabbed at the bag with her hands. Jesy took her hands in hers and helped Amelia ‘take out’ the tissue paper from the bag.

“Since I know your parents are two of the biggest Harry Potter nerds, I decided to get you this because I know they’ll flip.” She explained before pulling out a baby Hogwarts costume.

“Jesy!” You gasped, leaning in to get a closer look at the clothes.

“They have Harry Potter merch for babies?” Tom exclaimed, rushing to stand behind Jesy’s part of the couch. He began to ramble, asking her where she bought the clothes and if there were more.

Jesy held her hand out to stop Tom from talking, “Wait, wait—WAIT, Jesus Thomas, you’re more excited for these clothes than your daughter.”

Tom shrugged, “Well she can’t express any feelings yet, so I’ll do it.”

“Here.” She passed the costume to him making him cheer. “The costume came with another thing actually.” Jesy took out a baby Hogwarts robe, making you gasp again.

“It comes with the robes too?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, it was an entire set!” Jesy proudly answered. Tom ran his hand along the robe, touching the soft fabric. He let out a squeal, “I love it!”

“Tom darling, the clothes are for Amelia, not you.” Perrie teasingly reminded him. Tom brushes off her comment, “(Y/n), we could all dress up as Hogwarts students for Halloween! We could match costumes!” Tom was practically buzzing with excitement, not allowing you to give him a response.

“Thank you Jesy, it’s nice to know that you have a soft spot for me.” He bumped his fist against her shoulder, which she glared at.

“I don’t have a soft spot for you, twit.”

“Yes you do, you knew I liked Harry Potter.” He held up the Hogwarts costume, “And you got Amelia a baby Hogwarts costume. You went out of your way to give us this gift. It’s enough proof, Jes.”

“I got it for (Y/n).” Jesy argued.

Tom crossed his arms, “Just admit that you like me.”

“No, you’re a menace.” You all watched the exchange between the two. A goofy grin was on his face as he spread his arms out, “I’m gonna hug you now.” Before Jesy can respond, Tom had wrapped his arms around Jesy. She groaned, squirming in his grip.

“Thank you Jesy!” He sang, taking the piss out of annoying her. She smacked his arm, “I get it. Now get off, I’m holding your child!”

Tom lets go with a smile on his face.

“She likes me.” He mouthed to you, motioning to Jesy. You shook your head at him, chuckling.

The girls continued to give Amelia their gifts. Perrie got her a bunch of classic children’s books and some toys. Leigh-Anne had given you a diaper bag and a “mommy and me” set of clothes. You were instantly obsessed with the matching sets, now you and your baby girl can have matching outfits. The night was full of the girls passing Amelia around and playing with her. She hadn’t cried for a single second, happy with the attention she was getting and constantly being held. There was no doubt that she would sleep soundly tonight, much to your and Tom’s content.

You watched as the girls circled around Amelia in the living room. Perrie was currently holding her, talking about how she couldn’t wait to spoil her with all the cutest baby clothes and toys. You overheard them talking about all the things they wanted to teach her; like how to sing. A smile had crept its way onto your lips without you noticing. Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

Tom presses a kiss onto your shoulder and rests his chin on it, “You know she’s the luckiest baby in the world? And I’m not just saying that because she’s our child, but she’s really lucky. We’re very lucky.”

“We are, aren’t we?” You hum, leaning your weight against his chest, something he happily welcomes.

“She’s got two amazing parents. That’s us.” He squeezes you and continues his list, “She has grandparents who already love her, a bunch of protective uncles, and the world’s greatest aunties in her corner.” He finished, gesturing to the women in the living room. Yeah, you guys were lucky.

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(GT Fluff)

Print/trinket universe. In which Andres gives Lorelei a gift in autumn.

Lorelei liked to complain, but in a playful way. Whether it was about waking up early or Andres barely giving her a challenge in their chess games, she would whine about it and then give a smirk to show she was just trying to get a rise out of him.

When she mentioned autumn, he noticed there was a vein of truth in her playful complaint.

“It’s beautiful out here,” she said, observing the rainforest past the railing of the balcony, “but don’t you get tired of it being green year-round?”

He frowned, barely looking away from the chessboard between them. “Do you think the trees care what I think about their color?”

“Ugh, can you ever take a break from being so wise?” Even with the distraction of the green rainforest, she managed to push one of her bishops into a checkmate. She leaned an arm on one of the pawns and raised her eyebrows at him. “All that wisdom, and you still can’t catch me off guard. Now, explain to me what you could’ve done better.”

He huffed, scowling at her, but she was far from intimidated, waiting with a cheeky grin.

Shortly after their next game, he was compelled to place a few online orders. When they arrived a week later, he carefully hid them. Luckily with her sleeping tendencies, he didn’t have to worry about her waking up earlier than him the next morning. He used that time to set everything up.

“You’re up to something,” she said through a yawn when he woke her up around mid-morning and invited her to the balcony for some fresh air.

“What am I supposed to be up to?” He offered her a hand, and she stumbled aboard sleepily.

“I dunno. Maybe you’ve spiked the coffee with extra caffeine to wake me up.”

“Why would I punish myself by making you hyper?” He rubbed her back as she stretched her arms over her head. She looked like she might fall back asleep from the touch alone. He started toward the balcony.

Before she could quip something back at him, she saw what he had done. Red and orange leaf garlands were strung along the railing and all along the canopy. Even the patio furniture was riddled with multi-colored leaves that looked entirely out of place in the surrounding sea of green.

“I… Didn’t take you for the ‘it’s fall y’all’ type,” she stammered out, but even a joke at his expense couldn’t hide her joyful breathlessness.

“Do you like it?” Andres laid his hand on the table, allowing her to climb off. She looked like a spirit of autumn herself, with her wild red bedhead. “Is it enough color for you?”

Lorelei turned a slow circle, taking in all the work he had put in that morning. “I love it. But…”

“But?”

She pointed a finger at him. “I hope you know this means we’re gonna go hard for Christmas this year.”

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Reverse Robins + Identities

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 18: Reverse Robins - Day 19: Identities

Ao3 ~~~ First ~~~ Previous ~~~ Next

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How this came to happen Mari had no idea.

She was leaving Gotham to patrol Paris like usual, but all of her brothers decided that they wanted to go with her. Mainly to get Andre’s Ice cream for breakfast, and hopefully not be yelled at for doing so by Alfred.

One minute she and her brothers were patrolling Paris in the early morning, some time around 5 am. The next they saw a flash of golden light.

"Let's go. Everyone is on comms" Nightwing took the lead. "Rosu how long for your team to arrive?"

At that moment, her yo-yo rung "Hey Bug who do we have this time" Chat Noir answered in that moment Abeille, Viperion, and Ryuko appeared on screen.

"Comms on guys" she took the lead as easily as Dick had. "The bats are here" with that they all logged off and made their way to where the golden lights kept flashing.

"Any idea on the akuma's powers?"Red Robin asked the miraculous team that arrived before them. Ryuko shoot her head.

The akuma then noticed them "Ladybug, Chat Noir everyone's big sister and big brother. Let's see how you feel taking orders now!" A golden light swept thought the area engulfing the heroes.

"Ha! I think your powers are busted. Um... I don't know your name" Chat yelled.

"Chat!" she scolded but her voice was sharper. She looked around and that was when it hit her. Well specifically she saw a mini Nightwing who looked no older than 15.

"What the hell!" was yelled by a younger Red Hood, 16, complete with a voice crack.

"Huh I didn't change" was spoken by Red Robin.

"That is because you are the middle child, imbecile" was said by an older, 27, Robin.

"Why are you older you’re a big sister" the akuma began throwing a verbal tantrum.

"Sorry I'm actually the youngest in my family" she spoke, 30.

"But everyone listens to you" the akuma stomped her foot "All the heroes listen to you since your older" she huffed trying to find an answer.

"Actually, I'm the oldest in the Miracle Team" Viperion commented, seeming to be a year or two younger.

"Besides" Ryuko spoke stepping towards the girl "We listen to Ladybug because we trust and respect her."

"But that's not how it works" the akuma wrung the wand in her hands.

Ladybug knelt next to her and took the wand releasing the akuma and capturing it.

“Chat catch the butterfly when it is released" she ordered, and he nodded his head. "Lucky charm" she called and, in her hand, fell a small tracker.

She released the Akuma which chat caught and placed the tracker on it. She opened her yo yo and saw the blip on the screen.

"Robin" she moved to her brother who removed his hood and handed it to her, which her brothers then formed a protective circle around her covering her completely. She de-transformed, fed Tikki, and transformed again handing her brother back his hood.

"Ladybug what are you planning?" Abeille asked.

"Give me a moment. Kaalki" the little Kwami came out. She held out her hands and the little horse sat down, and she touched their foreheads together.

"Understood" Kaalki nodded and flew through a portal.

"Follow me" she motioned once the little kwami had left.

"Please tell me you are going to fix us?" Red Hood whined.

"Not yet"

"Why?" this time Nightwing asked.

"Because" she held up her yo-yo showing the blip "we can end Hawkmoth right now"

"How sure are you that the butterfly went to Hawkmoth?" Red Robin asked. As if on cue a ladybug landed on her screen, a bee landed on Abeille, and a cat rubbed against Chat Noir's leg.

"Okay point taken" Robin spoke. "Red can you get the coordinates, and we can make plan?"

"On it"

"Azur can you and Chat go inform the police" she said as they both nodded and left." Vipereon and Ryuko do a quick spar with Hood and I'll spar with Robin" everyone nodded.

"Why the spar bug" Robin asked as they began to pass blows.

"Chat, Abeille, Ryuko, and Red didn't change the rest of us did"

"So, this is to figure out the changes, and sending Nightwing off was better because he is more aerial" Robin hummed as she nodded.

Red Robin sent the location to Nightwing and chat as the rest of us stopped to plan.

The storm at Agreste Manor.

Red Robin shut down all security measures. Robin, Vipereon, and Ryuko went in to scan the rooms and that was sent to Red Robin. "Who is inside" Red Hood asked the three who just came back.

"The Agreste bodyguard, Gorilla, is here and these two would be Gabriel and his assistant, Natalie” Chat explained.

"Doesn't Gabriel have a son?" Robin asks "Adrien correct"

"Yes, he does but he is not here " Abeille answered ending that conversation everyone nodded in acknowledgement as they made their final preparations.

They first took out Gorilla and left him with the police instructing than to stay out of sight.

The team split up to converge on the office. She and Chat Noir were the first to enter.

"Good Morning Monsieur Agreste and Madame Sancoeur" she began.

"As much as I appreciate the visit from our beloved heroes" Gabriel started with a slight venom in his voice. "But this is breaking and entering"

"We are sorry for the inconvenience" but Chat was cut off as Natalie lunged at him.

"So, the calm way is off the table" she sighed as the rest of the team crashed into the room. Gabriel took that time to descend by a hidden elevator, which she followed. She watched as Gabriel transformed and akumatized himself.

In the end the fight took no longer than five minutes as the group of heroes escorted Natalie and Gabriel out of the mansion. They found the body of Emilie Agreste in a cryo chamber comatose.

She went back inside to find the butterfly with the tracker, as well as to retrieve the peacock miraculous from the safe. She also found the grimoire and now she had recovered the two miraculous and the book of miracles all before 8 am and everything looked bright.

She stepped outside and was going to cast the cure when the was a flash and a smiling Wonder Woman and a Superboy holding up a phone.

"This is far too interesting to not document my sister, you will send me that won't you Superboy" he gave Ladybug a bright smile and nodded to Wonder Woman and Mari could only smile as she now cast the cure.

"We have a few things to discuss" she motioned to the Miraculous team to follow her. Leaving the Batboys, Wonder Woman, and Superboy in front of the Agreste Mansion.

They landed on the roof of Le Grande Paris. "Now that Hawkmoth was been defeated, and as guardian, I would like to know whether you would like to keep your Miraculous in order to protect others in this world?"

"But I thought" Chat was beginning to cry "Yes I want to keep being a hero." the others seemed to share his sentiment.

"Alright. Tikki spots off." in a flash there she stood as Marinette. "As a means to protect the Miraculous, hello my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng Wayne, but you guys already know that" she smirked.

One by one they dropped their transformations.

"Figures that the only idiot to be dorky enough to be Chat Noir would be you Adrien" Chloe rolled her eyes smiling.

"Meow-ouch your hurting me Queenie" Adrien feigned hurt.

"Chloe can we go to your room" Chloe nodded and they followed her.

"What is your plan Mari-hime?" Kagami asked once in the room.

"Chloe meet your father and set up a meeting/announcement for noon" Mari started.

"As me or Abeille?" she asked.

"Power up, you too Luka. I need you to go to the police, so that Gabriel and Natalie are present."

"What about me?" Adrien asked.

"You'll be on stage"

"Why?"

She was going to answer but Kagami beat her. "Your father is going to be revealed as a terrorist. Your involvement will be questioned. I assume that is why Wonder Woman is here."

Mari nodded." Everyone but you will be transformed but Chat will still be there"

"Do we want to know your plan, Melody" Luka questioned.

"I think its best you don't" she smiled. “we'll meet up when it's time, stay in touch" she transformed and was about to leave.

“Where are you going?" Chloe asked the question on everyone's mind.

"I need to speak with Wonder Woman then check in with my dad since I'm supposed to be in Gotham."

A collective group of "Ohs" sounded through the room remembering that their friend was supposed to be in America for the break.

She made it to her brothers, Wonder Woman, and Superboy. She then explained the planned conference and why she called Diana and Jon. At noon, the Mayor held the conference in front of City Hall. He stepped aside and allowed Ladybug to command the stage.

"Hello citizens of Paris. This morning my team and I" she motional to the Miraculous team to her left "With the aid of Gotham's vigilantes Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin" she motioned to her right "Were able to discover and defeat Hawkmoth and his accomplice Mayura.”

There were cheers from the crowd, but many were apprehensive.

Out walked Gabriel Agreste and Natalie Sancoeur being escorted by guards, behind them walked

Adrien and Wonder Woman.

Ladybug moved to stand next to Chat Noir and allowed Wonder Woman the stage. She draped the Lasso of Truth over them.

"This is the Lasso of Truth; it's power compels you to only speak the truth." she started "What are your names?"

"Gabriel Agreste"

"Natalie Sancoeur"

"Were you the villains Hawkmoth and Mayura?"

"Yes, I was Mayura" Natalie answered.

After an internal struggle Gabriel also spoke "I was Hawkmoth, and this is not where I fail Ladybug" he spat towards the young heroine.

"Why is that?" Wonder Woman asked.

"Lila Rossi aided me in creating Akumas as well as took them willingly, she will continue in spreading fear, hatred, and distrust for when I gain my freedom again." He looked smug until he realized he spoke aloud. Gabriel and Natalie were escorted off stage and Wonder Woman beckoned Adrien forward.

He willingly took hold of the lasso. "What is your name?"

"Adrien Agreste"

"Did you know your father was the Villain Hawkmoth?"

"I only learned that today" He answered "But I can totally see it with how neglectful and emotionally abusive he was as a father" he answered still holding the Lasso.

Everyone was now staring at the boy known as Paris' Teen heartthrob and sweetheart with looks and words condemning Gabriel.

Wonder Woman regained her composure and spoke "I believe this is a discussion best had in private." Adrien gave her a sheepish smile as she led him off stage.

"Ladybug, Ladybug, Ladybug" several reporters shouted but she ended on calling on Aurore.

"Ladybug are you, or any of the heroes on your team, going to stay and protect Paris, will the Miraculous remain active?"

"The Miraculous will remain active, if I or my team so wish to continue wielding them." she answered "the same can be said of Paris, if anyone from my team or I wishes to stay in Paris that is their choice, if they decide to protect another city it is within our right to do so. Bug Out." she finished and all the heroes on stage dispersed in every direction.

"You know you really can pull off orange" she hummed.

"I prefer my red and blue" Jon stated as he de-transforms, leaving Super boy in place of the fox.

"Who knew Superboy would make such a good fox" she teased.

"You know both of us can't lie to save our lives" he gave her a grin "but we can see through them much easier than most"

"Come on this go get ice cream to celebrate with everyone, they found Andre."

"Lead the way" he gave her a bright smile and they were off.

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Clear a few things up:

1. Lila stayed in Paris but everyone in the school knows she is a liar and take everything she says with a heaping ton of salt

2. Mari’s knowledge and control of her powers granted by the Miraculous were expanded as if she had held it for 15 years, that is reversed when she cast cure but is something she will be able to do later.

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Excelsior (Part 6)

[6/?]

“Jesus Christ,” Tom said, staring at the imposing stranger in his friend’s foyer. “You’re fucking tall.”

Tall didn’t even begin to describe it. Tom was six-three, and this guy towered over him. He was massive. He was like a skinnier version of Andre the Giant. He looked like a starving peasant who had survived an overlong session on the rack after the gendarme arrested him for stealing a baguette. He was exactly what you’d get if you crossed a borzoi with a Sasquatch.

To his credit, the guy didn’t even blink. Must get that a lot, being the approximate height of an air traffic control tower.

“Greg!” Jonas said, beaming. “Greg, this is Tom, my best friend since high school. Tom, this is Greg, Hannah’s friend.”

“Hey, man.” Greg lifted a huge hand roughly the size of a serving platter in greeting. A glint of gold from his wedding band caught the light from a chandelier overhead.

“Hey,” Tom said, nodding to him. “You still, uh, wear your ring?”

“What the fuck,” Hannah said.

Jonas groaned. “Tom. Come on, man.”

“Um,” Greg said. The polite smile slid right off his face. “What?”

“The ring. Your wedding ring,” Tom said. “You still wear it? I mean, I haven’t taken mine off since I came out here. But then again, I’m still married. My wife’s waiting for me. I’m just taking a beat to get my shit together.” Oh, God, what was he saying. He couldn’t seem to make himself shut up. The words just kept tumbling out of his mouth, unimpeded. “How’d your husband die?”

An uncomfortable silence descended on the foyer.

“No offense, man, but that’s, like, incredibly fucking rude of you to say that to me,” Greg said, when he’d finally recovered from the shock. “Like, holy shit. That’s so fucked up.”

“I apologize for my husband’s friend’s behavior,” Hannah told Greg, touching a hand to his forearm. She shot Tom a poisonous glare.

“Sorry,” Tom said automatically. “That was out of line. I’m on this new medication, I literally don’t even know what I’m saying half the time.”

Greg looked at him sideways, clearly skeptical, but seemed to decide that the apology was genuine. He pressed his lips together in a tight smile. “‘S’all right.”

“How about a tour?” Jonas suggested in a voice that was bright with forced good cheer. Hannah rolled her eyes.

“Cool,” Greg said.

Tom sighed.

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Dinner was uncomfortable. Hannah had prepared a tater tot hotdish, which tasted about as good as it looked (read: not very), and kept up a steady stream of inane chatter throughout the entire meal so there wasn’t an opportunity for an awkward silence to settle.

“You know, Tom, Greg here is quite a dancer,” Hannah said at one point. Tom almost choked on a bite of hotdish.

“No, I’m not,” Greg mumbled.

“I’m sorry. You’re a dancer?” Tom asked, trying his damndest not to crack a smile. “What, uh, what kind of dance are we talking about here?” He had a sudden, intrusive mental image of Greg as Michael Flatley in Riverdance, his gangly legs flailing out wildly in all directions, and he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek, hard, to stop himself from laughing out loud.

“Ballroom,” Hannah answered for him. The tips of Greg’s ears flamed bright red. He glowered at his plate. “And you know something, he’s real good at it. Really. He’s even competing at the Drake in a couple of months.”

“No kidding,” Tom said mildly, spearing a tater tot on the end of his fork.

“Please stop talking about this,” Greg whined.

“What? I think it’s a wonderful thing,” Hannah said. “You’re being too modest, Greg.”

Greg was turning crimson. There wasn’t an inch of skin above his shirt collar that wasn’t mottled with a painful blush. “Seriously, Hannah, I’m, like, begging you? To stop.”

“I’m sorry,” Hannah said, her face looking pinched.

“It’s fine, like, whatever.”

“It’s cool that you do that,” Tom said, meeting Greg’s eye across the table. He felt kind of bad about blurting out a question about Greg’s dead husband; it was tasteless, and for all he knew, the guy might have died a couple of weeks ago. Maybe the wound was still fresh. He wasn’t a dick, much as he acted like one sometimes. “The dance thing, the competition. And the Drake is gorgeous, it’s a real classic hotel. A nice piece of mid-century Americana. I haven’t been there in years. My wife and I spent a weekend there a couple of years ago, actually.”

“Huh,” Greg said, squinting at him. “So, like. What meds are you on? You said you were on medication.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Hannah said, throwing her hands up.

“More wine?” Jonas piped up from the head of the table.

“What meds am I on?” Tom repeated, ignoring them. “Uh, none. Well, technically I’m meant to be taking lithium and Clozaril, but I don’t take them anymore. I’m foggy when I’m on them. Not to mention that they make me look all bloated. I’m still trying to get rid of the depression weight.”

“Yeah, like, I was on Xanax and Effexor,” Greg said, nodding effusively. “Two hundred twenty-five milligrams. Like, I was zonked.”

“You ever take Klonopin?” Tom asked.

“Klonopin?” Greg gave a dark chuckle. “Oh, yeah.”

“Right?!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“It’s like, ‘What day is it?’”

“Oh, God, yeah.”

“What about Trazodone?”

“Trazodone,” Greg said, and he started laughing. It was a warm, pleasant sound. “Holy shit, dude.”

“Now there’s a real heavy hitter,” Tom said, grinning. “I mean, shit. You get on Trazodone and it just knocks you the fuck out. It flattens you out. Takes the light right out of your eyes.”

“God, that sounds awful.”

“Yeah, that shit literally turned me into the Walking Dead.”

Jonas cleared his throat. Suddenly Tom remembered where he was, how inappropriate this conversation was. He was shooting the shit with his best friend’s wife’s work friend, a perfect stranger, bonding with the guy over some high-octane psychotropics. And Jonas and Hannah could not have looked more uncomfortable than if Tom had whipped his dick out at the dining room table.

“Oh!” Greg exclaimed suddenly, and Hannah jumped about a foot out of her seat. “Wait, I know who you are now. You’re that guy!”

Tom paused. “What?”

“You’re Tom Wambsgans.” His eyes gleamed. “See, like, I knew you looked familiar, I just couldn’t place you, but I see it now. You’re Shiv Roy’s husband? You went, like, fucking apeshit on her boyfriend.”

Jonas dragged a hand over his face.

“I saw it in the papers,” Greg said. “Well, like. The online edition, anyway. Twitter. I saw it on Twitter.”

Tom shrugged.

“I heard you broke his nose,” Greg said.

In spite of the macabre turn that the evening had taken, Tom smiled. He felt smug. “Yeah.”

“Whoa.” Greg looked oddly impressed. “Dude, like, you’re fucking crazy.”

“Okay, well. Excuse you, guy,” Tom said, bristling a little at that. “I’m not fucking crazy.”

“I mean, you broke a dude’s nose, so.”

“Jesus Christ. You have terrible social skills. You have a problem.”

“Oh, do I? Do I have a problem? Because, it’s like, check the transcript, dude. You’re the one who says inappropriate things.”

“Fuck you. I tell the truth,” Tom said stiffly. “You’re just fucking rude.”

“You want the truth? Here’s the truth,” Greg said, and his eyes—which had vaguely reminded Tom of a dairy cow when he first walked into Jonas’s foyer, warm and docile and framed by impossibly thick black lashes—flashed with a burst of real anger. “You’re a dick. That’s the truth.” He pushed his chair back with a loud scrape, and looked at Hannah. “I’m done. I think I’m gonna go.”

“Should I... drive you home, or… ?” Jonas asked, glancing back and forth between his wife and his guests, uncertain.

“Greg, don’t go,” Hannah pleaded. “Stay, please. We haven’t even finished dinner. I haven’t even brought out the chocolate turtle cake.”

“No, I should get out of here.”

“He should go. Not you. It’s his fault.” Hannah fixed Tom with an icy glare. “He’s been an awful prick all night.”

“Hey,” Jonas said sharply. “Too far, Hannah.”

“I’ll go,” Tom said, acquiescing to the room. He’d endured enough Roy family dinners that culminated in a Comedy Central-style roast that rivaled the brisket.

“Tom,” Jonas said, frowning at him.

“Seriously, I don’t mind.”

“I just wanted a nice dinner!” Hannah exploded, and promptly burst into tears.

Upstairs, the baby started to wail at the top of her lungs.

“Let’s just go,” Tom said to Greg. He looked a little shell-shocked. “I’ll walk with you.”

Greg nodded dumbly.

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As it turned out, Greg only lived about a block away from Tom’s parents. It was about a five minute walk from Jonas’s house, and the evening air was downright pleasant, a hint of an autumn chill in the breeze that went a long way towards clearing his head, but it felt like the longest walk of Tom’s life. Greg didn’t say a word; he just loped alongside Tom in complete silence, hands shoved roughly into his pockets. Tom didn’t know how to ease the tension. It seemed kind of pointless to bother clearing the air after the scene at the dinner table. Oh, well. With any luck, he’d never see this guy again. He was pretty sure that Hannah would slap him with a lifetime ban on Sunday night dinner at their house from here on out.

“This is me,” Greg said finally, slowing to a stop on the sidewalk.

Tom looked up at the house. It was an old Craftsman with a low-pitched gable roof, a huge wraparound porch with a set of Adirondack chairs. It was nice. Quaint, actually. They really didn’t make houses like that anymore.

“Ah. Okay. Well, uh.”

“Uh, so, uh, listen,” Greg said, and took a halting step forward so that the toes of his sneakers touched Tom’s brogues. “Like, I haven’t dated since before my marriage, so I don’t really remember how this works.”

“How what works?”

“Come on, Tom,” Greg said softly. His eyes were huge and dark and glossy in the soft light from the streetlamp overhead. “I saw the way you looked at me, at dinner. Like, you felt it, I felt it. Don’t lie.”

Tom stared up at him, stunned into speechlessness.

“Technically? I live with my mom, but she converted the garage for me to stay in while I, like, figure my shit out, so like.” Greg bit his bottom lip. “If you wanted to fuck me, she wouldn’t hear us.”

What the fuck. What the fuck. Tom could feel himself starting to panic, his heart beating wildly in his throat. Was he seriously being propositioned right now? After one of the weirdest dinner parties of his adult life? It had to be a joke, like, a really off-color joke, a gotcha moment. It weirdly reminded him of something that his brother-in-law Roman might pull.

Greg was staring at him, apparently waiting for a response. Fuck, all right. He could be tactful. He could.

“Um.” Tom shook his head to clear it. “I don’t wanna fuck you.”

“Oh, okay. You wanted me to fuck you, then.”

“Jesus Christ, no,” Tom said, pulling a face. “I’m—like, I’m married? To Shiv? Shiv Roy?”

Greg’s face went very still, almost placid. “Yeah,” he said frostily. “I know.”

“I… wow.” Tom stuttered out an incredulous laugh. “God, this is fucked up.”

“Yeah, I’m not really seeing how this is, like, funny, but thanks for that,” Greg said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, I’m not laughing at you. I’m not a fucking homophobe, it’s not—it’s just.” Tom huffed out a sigh, closing his eyes while he gathered his composure. “Look. I had a nice time tonight, weirdly enough, and you’re,” and he opened his eyes to look Greg square in the eye, “not… unattractive, but I’m married, okay? That’s it.”

“Like, I’m married, too,” Greg said, frowning.

“Oh, you’re not married,” Tom said. “That’s confusing. He’s dead.”

Greg recoiled like he’d been punched in the gut.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” Tom said, immediately regretting it when Greg’s eyes registered real hurt. “I didn’t mean—”

Greg slapped Tom across the face, hard, and stalked off towards the garage.

#title: Excelsior #au: Silver Linings Playbook #tag: tomgreg fic #status: WIP

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close quarters (4) - andre burakovsky

a/n: y’all I'm so fucking sorry this took so long to update school started and has really thrown me for a loop and I had some bad writer’s block and shit so I'm not super proud of this chapter but oh well the next chapter will be the final one! this isn’t proofread bc I couldn’t be bothered and I know that the hockey season doesn’t coincide with warm weather but be quiet and imagine

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True to his word, Andre got smashed. It didn’t help that Mikko had asked him if you were seeing Tyson after the two of you had left together. So, Andre threw back another whiskey in record time, and everyone got the hint to not bring you up.

And what made it worse was that he knew he didn’t have any right to be upset about the situation. He chickened out and scared you off because he was stupid and didn’t know how to communicate his feelings. And it’s not like Tyson was a bad guy, but Andre didn’t think he was the right guy for you. Andre was the right guy for you.

Not that he had any justifiable reasons for thinking that.

Gabe and Mel had to give Andre a ride home after the charity dinner. It was nearly eleven in the evening and everyone had left the event, but he was still drinking. He knew it was unprofessional. All his teammates knew it was unprofessional. Odds are he’d probably get yelled at for it come Monday, but he had bigger problems to worry about right now.

“You know you did this to yourself, right?” Gabe asked after he’d safely gotten Andre into the backseat. Gabe was the only one who he’d told about this whole predicament. Andre didn’t have a lot of friends in Colorado outside of his team, and he couldn’t help but spill his guts to his captain.

Mel slapped her husband on the arm, signaling for him to shut up or at least show some sympathy, but Gabe shrugged his shoulders in defense as if to say ‘What? It’s true.’

“I know,” Andre slurred sadly, “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Mel consoled with a comforting tone, “You just made a mistake and need to fix it.”

“How can I when she’s with Josty now?” Andre asked.

“Dumbass, she’s not with Josty. He’s just trying to help you out,” Gabe explained as he pulled out of the parking lot and in the direction of Andre’s apartment.

“Helping me how? By asking her on dates and sneaking out early with her?” Andre scoffed in disbelief. He saw the way his hands lingered on your back and the sly glances he thought no one saw.

“Helping you so you can finally apologize and win her over,” Gabe said, but Andre was too focused on imagining you and Tyson back at his place to really register Gabe’s words.

The rest of the ride continued with Andre ranting about you. Honestly, he didn’t remember what he said but it was probably along the lines of how beautiful you were and how he wished he would’ve kissed you. Gabe and Mel exchanged about a million looks between each other, but Andre didn’t notice. The one night they were supposed to not worry about a child, they still ended up babysitting anyway.

When Monday came, his hungover had passed, but he still felt like shit.

“Someone have a rough night?” EJ teased when Andre dropped his bag on the floor in the locker room. Andre flattened him with a glare to tell him he wasn’t in the mood. Everyone had to have known what was going on by now.

Tyson entered the locker room about five minutes after he got there, and everyone went silent. Andre didn’t look at him while he put on his gear, but he could feel the eyes of Tyson and the rest of the team burning a hole into the back of his head. When he finished lacing up his skates, he marched out of the room without another glance back.

“You dumbass,” JT said, breaking the tension that clouded the locker room. All eyes flickered over to Tyson who didn’t look like he was looking forward to getting on the ice.

“You better fix this shit, Jost,” Nate piped up from behind him, and there was a chorus of grunts of agreement in response.

“Fine, I’ll handle it!” Tyson groaned exasperatedly, “God forbid I be the only one with a romantic bone in my body.”

Once again, Tyson had to do everything himself, it seemed.

“I just don’t know what to do, Taylor,” you said over the phone.

“Are you still going on about this?” She whined.

“He’s so cute!” You exclaimed, “If you didn’t want me to fall for him, you shouldn’t have introduced us.”

“I didn’t think dumb hockey players were your thing,” she scoffed, “You were never interested when I offered to set you up with one back in D.C.”

“I wasn’t interested,” you emphasized, “but times have changed.”

“And you’re choosing Burky of all guys?” She asked.

“I just don’t know why he’d be so concerned about me living with him for a short period of time. I mean, I literally threw myself at him for nothing,” you replied, “Do you know if Tom said anything to him about me?”

You were met with silence as Taylor didn’t answer your question.

“So you do know something,” you accused as you moved into a sitting position, “What did he say?”

“Uh,” she started, “It wasn’t Tom, exactly, who said something.”

“Wait, what? Did you say something?” You asked.

“In my defense, I was looking out for you! I didn’t think he was your type, and I knew he’d try and make a move,” she answered defensively.

“What the hell did you tell him?”

“I may have told him to keep his hands off, and Tom may have relayed the message,” she said quietly.

“Why would you do that?” You sighed in defeat, “Do you really think I can’t look after myself?”

“No, it’s not that. I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed with the move and have Andre hitting on you and then get ghosted or led on…,” Taylor explained. You let out another sigh because you couldn’t really fault her for that. She knew hockey players better than you, so who were you to argue with that logic. And the fact was Andre could still ghost you or lead you on, you still weren’t sure, but you figured his unwarranted jealousy had to be a good sign, right?

“Well, can you back off now?” You asked finally.

“I didn’t think he’d actually follow through with this. All my threats were pretty meaningless; it’s not like I could do something about it if he did try something,” Taylor said, “but I guess if he took it seriously he must not be that bad of a guy.”

“So I have your permission?” You questioned hopefully.

“You never needed my permission in the first place,” she answered, and you could see her rolling her eyes back in D.C.

“Clearly I did if Andre wouldn’t kiss me,” you muttered, and Taylor chuckled in response.

“Oh, hold on, Taylor, I’m getting another call. I’ll talk to you later,” you said suddenly, noticing the incoming call that was interrupting your conversation. You waited for her acknowledgement before you ended the call and answered the other one.

“What do you want, Tyson?”

“You’re both idiots, and it’s time I took things into my own hands. Be ready at nine in the morning on Saturday. No, I will not be answering any questions. Dress cute but comfortable.”

And with that, he hung up the phone before you could even begin to question what the hell he meant.

You tried texting and calling Tyson, but he never answered your messages.

He told Andre the same thing. Well, he did get a little more information but not much. Tyson had pulled Andre off to the side on Monday after a practice of angry glares and not passing him the puck though he was instructed to.

“Listen, man, I’m gonna explain this to you once. Me and Y/N? Not a thing. She wore that dress to make you jealous because she knows you like her and that you’re a dumbass,” Tyson said quickly, and Andre had to take a few extra seconds to process what he was saying, “So what you’re going to do is pick her up on Saturday morning and take her to the farmer’s market. Get her some fucking flowers or something and buy her shit, okay? If you screw this up again, I can’t help you bounce back from that.”

Every day after practice Andre tried to ask Tyson more questions about how you were doing and if you knew about this, but Tyson reiterated the same thing he told Andre the first day: that he needed to pick you up at nine and to not dodge you if you tried to kiss him again.

So, Andre did just that. He arrived at your apartment at 8:55 on Saturday morning dressed in a casual pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt. You, however, outshone him by a mile with your flowy skirt and loose sweater.

“Oh, Andre, hello,” you greeted him curiously, “Are you here because of Tyson?” Over the past few days, you had time to process Tyson’s confusing phone call. After running over his hurried sentences in your head, you came to the conclusion that it was some kind of set-up. His use of ‘you’re both idiots’ could only be about you and Andre, and it wasn’t unlike Tyson to insert himself in other people’s business. You only hoped Andre had more choice in this than you did, otherwise you were in for an awkward morning.

“Hi, yeah, hey,” Andre stuttered out, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you blushed as he complimented you. You opened your door wider for him to enter as you retreated back into your kitchen. “What are we doing? Tyson didn’t really tell me anything except to be ready by nine.”

“Yeah, he kind of pulled me after practice and told me about this plan,” Andre explained, and you felt your shoulders sag while your smile dropped. So he didn’t get a say in this, he was here as a favor.

“I see,” you said quietly.

“But I also wanted to apologize,” he said, noticing the way you suddenly got shy, “about the whole… you know.” You did know. You had been trying to talk to him about it for weeks now to no avail.

“Listen, about that… I didn’t mean to make things weird. I misread the situation, and I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable,” you apologized after he trailed off, but Andre was shaking his head before you could finish.

“No, that’s not what I wanted to talk about,” Andre said, interrupting you, “You did nothing wrong. I was in my head and panicked and then it was too late…” he took a breath, “I’m sorry about that. I wanted to kiss you, and I screwed it up.” Your heart sped up a little at the last part.

“Taylor told me about how Tom said to not mess with me,” you continued.

“I was just trying to be a good friend,” he insisted, and you nodded your head.

“I know,” you replied, “I told her to back off when she told me.”

“And then the whole Tyson thing happened…” he started.

“I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t fair to make you think we were together,” you said sheepishly, but you only felt partly sorry for doing that.

“Honestly, I needed that,” he chuckled, “He knocked some sense into me, and that’s why I’m here. To make it up to you.” Well, if Andre had finally come to his senses and wanted to make it up to you, you weren’t going to object.

“So what are we doing?” You asked, and Andre answered your question with a wide smile.

You spent the whole morning walking through the downtown farmer’s market with Andre. You threaded your way through the many vendors and tents that were set up in the street, stopping occasionally to buy some produce or because Andre wanted to try some local foods. He treated you to an iced coffee the minute upon entering the market, and you spent most of your time catching him up with work while he updated you with hockey.

Work was going fairly well considering you were new to the company and area, and the team was doing pretty well at the moment considering it was the beginning of the season and they had yet to be really challenged. Not that you understood much of what he was saying regarding stats, but you listened with interest anyway.

You don’t remember when it happened, but at some point you had started holding onto his arm as you worked your way through the market.

You introduced Andre to your favorite stand of any farmer’s market ever: the chili-lime mango tent. Andre didn’t care much for the spice, but you had a fun time watching him chug down the rest of his coffee while he choked on the chili.

Around eleven thirty and on your way out of the market, Andre bought you a large bouquet of sunflowers. You had left him alone for three minutes to buy some tomatoes, and when you turned around to find him, you could barely see him behind the sunflowers.

“You didn’t have to buy me this many flowers,” you chuckled when Andre returned you to your apartment. He had insisted on carrying whatever groceries you had bought there as you carried the flowers.

“Well, I never got to buy you actual flowers for our first date, so I figured I had a bit to make up for,” he smiled as you set down the bouquet on your kitchen counter.

“I didn’t know you counted that dinner as a date,” you joked, unpacking the produce you’d bought from the bags.

“It would’ve been a perfect one had I ended it properly, but I’m an idiot,” he said, “So I’m officially counting this as our first date.”

“Well, as far as first dates go, this is definitely one of the better ones I’ve been on,” you agreed. You hadn’t noticed it until then, but Andre had taken a few steps closer to you until you were nearly chest to chest. As if mirroring the same position you were in that fateful night, you couldn’t help the feeling of deja vu wash over you in waves.

Except this time you were sure he wasn’t going to run away.

“Can I kiss you?” Andre asked, reaching his hands out to pull you in by your hips.

“That depends,” you replied, “Are you going to follow through with it?” He rolled his eyes at your snarky comment and squeezed your side in response.

“I’m never going to live this down, huh?” He asked, tugging your hips flush against his as his hands moved to your lower back.

“No,” you agreed cheerily, “but to answer your question: yes you can kiss me. I’ve only been waiting three weeks now.” Connecting your hands behind his neck, you gave him the same wanton look you gave him that night.

Andre took that as his cue to lean forward, and you pushed yourself up on your toes to meet him halfway. Your lips met in a soft kiss, Andre’s lips light against yours as he tested the waters. You made the first move by gripping the back of his neck a little tighter as you pressed yourself more forcefully against him.

Andre’s hands slid up slightly over your back as you moved your mouth against his. You didn’t know if it was fifteen seconds or fifteen minutes that had passed by the time you pulled apart.

“And to think you had kept that from me for so long,” you teased almost immediately after the kiss broke.

“And you’ve ruined it,” Andre laughed as he tried to push you away in protest, but your hands were stuck behind his neck.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” you whined, pressing a kiss to his cheek that was turned away from you, “I won’t bring it up again, I promise.”

“I don’t believe that,” Andre said, but he didn’t say anything as you continued to shower him with affection.

“I promise I won’t, but I can’t make any guarantees about Josty,” you repeated.

“Damn, he’s never going to let this go, is he?” Andre groaned loudly, as if he just remembered who Tyson was.

“Definitely not,” you agreed, “And you know he’s going to take credit for this.”

“He can have it,” Andre said wistfully, “As long as I can have you.”

“You have a bit of slack to pick up for making me wait forever, but I’m willing to give you a chance.”

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26. “Take my jacket.” For Hamdre pwetty pleaseeeee? 👉👈

Of course bestie!! More fluff along the way! Hehehe. Hamdre! (Sorry this took a couple of days to answer!)

Modern au my beloved~

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Alexander Hamilton sits at his desk late into the evening, working on his college essay for his professor. His classmate and fellow friend, John Andre sits across from him. Hamilton glances up, his breath nearly caught in his throat when he meets eye contact with the most mysterious man Hamilton has ever met.

Andre grins slyly from across from him, his eyes ticking up but his face remains facing down towards his own papers, his pen scratching. Hamilton presses his lips together, debating on whether or not to start a conversation. He's talkative, yes, but he's also pretty shy and fragile when it comes to his crushes.

"Are you well, Hamilton?" Andre's smooth British accent fills the silence between them.

Hamilton jumps in his seat, startled, even though he clearly heard Andre speak. Hamilton stares into those dark brown eyes of Andre's, the same eyes that almost seem to sparkle under the light above them.

"I um..." Hamilton swallows. He glacnes around him to make sure Laurens isn't around. He knows how Laurens--John Laurens, his boyfriend--feels about him being near Andre. "I'm fine...thank you..."

Andre smiles with thin lips before fully turning around to face Hamilton, his arms crossed over his chest and leans forward against the table. "It's Laurens, isn't it?"

Hamilton furrows his brows. "What do you mean?"

"John?" Andre says. "Your boyfriend?"

Hamilton clears his throat awkwardly. "Yes...What about him...?"

"Do you love him?" Andre says suddenly. So suddenly, Hamilton does a double take, blinking his eyes once, twice, three times.

"I...what?" Hamilton chokes, wondering what Andre means. "What? Of course I do! I--Of course I do! What kind of question is that?!"

Andre tosses both hands up in surrender. "My apologies...I did not mean to offend you."

Hamilton huffs out a breath, a small smile on his face. "You did not offend me, Andre."

"John," Andre says suddenly, causing Hamilton to do a double take and blinking once, twice, three times. Hamilton could feel his freckled cheeks grow warm.

"I'm sorry..." Hamilton gasps, flustered. Andre grins slyly, the corners of his lips quirking up but his eyes and face remain facing down. "W-What?"

"Call me John," Andre offers.

Hamilton presses his lips together. "Perhaps I should call you simply Andre instead." Andre simply stares at him, his brows furrowing. "My boyfriend's name is John in case you've forgotten."

"Ah, yes."

"So, as to not get mixed up with which John I am speaking too if he is near, I'll refer to him as Laurens. If it is just yourself and I, I'd prefer it if I call refer to you simply as...Andre."

After a few moments of silence, Andre clears his thraot and nods. "Of course."

Hamilton shivers suddenly as a cold breeze rushes through the room. Andre must have noticed Hamilton's shiver because he grins and stands from his seat across the table, walks around which causes Hamilton to lift his head up from his work with surprise, and sits beside him, shoulders nearly touching as Andre shrugs off his dark red jacket and loops it around Hamilton's shoulders. Hamilton feels his heart soaring up towards the sky. "Here. Take my jacket." A pause. "You are cold."

Hamilton smiles with tight lips and pulls the jacket tighter around him, feeling his shoulder touch against Andre's.

"I...I thank you," Hamitlon says, meeting Andre's warm Van Dyke brown eyes. The color of tree bark. "You didn't have too--"

"Nonsense," Andre whispers, leaning close enough for Hamilton's breath to hitch in his throat and his nose touch against Andre's. "I insist."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Before they're close enough to catch the other's lips, the bell rings above them, startling them both with a yelp as they spring backwards, both of them blushing deep red--red as Hamilton's hair--and both scratches the back of their necks.

Hamilton glances up at the clock, quickly tosses Andre his jacket back before snatching up his papers and textbooks and swinging over the bench at the table he uses for his studies. As Hamilton nears the entranceway, he flashes Andre a beautiful, bright smile, which makes Andre's heart stop, and a curt nod.

"I'll...I'll see you after?" Hamilton asks.

Andre smiles thinly. "Of course."

With that, Hamilton spins around on his heels and makes a sharp right. Once he's out of Andre's line of vision, he presses his back against the brick wall of the campus building and tosses his head back against the wall and whimpers, as he slides against the wall and presses his forehead against his notebooks and textbooks, his red curls dangling in front of him.

"Alexander?" a familiar French accented voice Hamilton knows all too well. He can tell it's in a teasing tone.

Hamilton lifts his head up to find his dear friend, Gilbert Marquis de Lafayette, before him with his arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow raised and a teasing smirk on his face.

"Are you alright?" Lafayette asks, his French accent rolling smoothly off his tongue.

"Mhm," Hamilton assures. "Oh, I'm fine. I'm totally fine."

He grunts as he pushes himself back up onto his feet. He shakes his head.

"It's just...Oh Gil!" Hamilton whines, flopping his head onto his dear friend's, whom he consideres as a brother, shoulder. "Why must he be so fucking hot?!" A pause. "And British!" Another pause. "And an artist!" Another pause. "And can play the flute!"

"Who?"

"Don't tell John," Hamilton says firmly as he lifts his head back up, jabbing a finger at the Marquis. "Whatever you do, don't you dare tell him."

"You cheated him?" Lafayette blurts out.

"What?! No, Gil! I'm..." Hamilton takes a shuddering breath. "Oh, fuck it! I'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!"

Hamilton whimpers again as he flops his head down onto the Marquis's shoulder once more. Lafayette sighs as he pats his Little Lion's back. "There, there..." Lafayette whispers and while patting Hamilton's back comfortingly, he thinks:

Where's Eliza when I need her?

#asks #ask liz #ficlets #ficlet requests #FINALLY!#after days of procrastinating it's finally done!#it's short but i hope you love it bestie!#my bestie skye!#hamdre #alexander hamilton #john andre #read more #short post

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Sempre Aqui

A/N #1: FINALLY! The 6th installment of the Brazil series is here! After staring blankly at my Google docs as I tried to get some form of inspiration, it is finally done.

Playlist | Alice's outfit

(Brazil series: Hottest Spot South of Havana (Part 1 & Part 2) | A Wonderful Surprise | História | Feliz Ano Novo! | Gone Garotas)

“Andre is actually fine with that outfit?”

Tonks was staring at Alice’s relatively simple outfit when she asked that question as the group headed toward the cable car station. The Curse-Breaker was wearing a simple t-shirt written “Sunshine State of Mind” with a smiling sun, a pair of denim shorts with slight abrasions, white sneakers, a cheetah print crossbody bag, as well her usual straw hat, sunglasses, and necklace.

“Some compromises were made when I picked her clothes,” grumbled Andre as he looked over his sunglasses. “But I am not responsible for that outfit.”

“I think it’s very appropriate considering the busy schedule we have for today,” said Alanza as they got in line to buy tickets.

“Andre thinks one should always wear couture,” replied Alice, smirking.

“Not necessarily couture, but you are the Curse-Breaker, for Merlin’s sake! You should look the part!” exclaimed Andre, venting himself vigorously with his fan.

“I may be the Curse-Breaker—” started saying Alice.

“And Hero of Hogwarts!” interrupted Tonks.

“Yes, well, I may be famous back home, but here, I’m just another gringo.”

“Gringo? What’s that? Can I be one too?” asked Barnaby.

“You are all technically gringos, Barnaby,” explained Alanza. “It’s a term we use for foreigners and tourists.”

“Cool!” exclaimed Barnaby. “I’m a gringo too!”

“You know that doesn’t give you any special powers, right?” pointed out Tulip.

“Just let him be. I think it’s the first time I see someone being happy to be called a gringo,” whispered Diego.

“Honestly, Alice, why did you plan such a busy day today? Can’t we just enjoy the beach?” complained Andre. “It’s so hot already….”

“We only have like two full days left in Rio, and we haven’t seen the main highlights yet, like Sugarloaf Mountain and Christ the Redeemer!” exclaimed Alice, getting out her guidebook from her bag. “I’m not leaving Rio without seeing those up close and personal, so today, we do Sugarloaf, and tomorrow, it’s Jesus time!”

“Ok, but why have you planned for us to walk all over the Urca neighbourhood? Couldn’t we just head back to the hotel after going up the mountain?” asked Penny, venting herself with a flyer she had picked up.

“But I read that Urca is one of Rio’s most charming neighbourhoods! And I’m sure there’s a charm to keep us cool,” replied Alice as she took out her Charms textbook from her bag after putting back her guidebook inside. Her bag which was much smaller than the textbook.

Charlie looked at the big book Alice was holding, then at the bag, before looking at the book again. “Alice… Did you use the extension charm on your bag just to carry a… textbook?”

“To think she whines about us breaking the statute of secrecy when I give myself a tattoo, but she makes her bag hold anything she wants,” mumbled Tonks.

“I’m more concerned with the fact she brought a textbook on vacation,” said Tulip. “How am I supposed to convince people that Ravenclaws aren’t a bunch of nerds when she pulls a stunt like that?”

“Oh!” exclaimed Alice, suddenly realizing what she had done. “I mean, you never know when a spell we haven’t learned might come in handy. As for the bag… Well, I don’t think I have any bag that didn’t get the extension charm treatment. The French side of my family swears by it, and my mum really took a liking to it.”

“Hush now,” whispered Alanza as they neared the ticket booth. “Tourists are standing around that could understand what you are talking about.” She turned to the attendant, “Nove.”

Soon, the group was on the platform upstairs waiting for the cable car, or the bondinho, as the locals call it. Once it had arrived, they waited for the doors to open before getting in, heading straight for the front of the car.

“Is that Sugarloaf Mountain?” asked Tonks as they waited for the cable car to start its ascension.

“No, that’s Morro da Urca,” said Alanza as Alice replaced her textbook inside her bag.

“We have to get there to get another cable car to go to the top of Sugarloaf Mountain,” explained Alice, who was once again holding her guidebook.

“Do you think she has a library in there?” whispered Tonks to Tulip.

“I don’t even want to think about it,” grumbled Tulip furrowing her eyebrows behind her sunglasses.

The bondinho started moving, and soon, on the right side of Morro da Urca, Pão de Açúcar (Sugarloaf mountain) appeared in all its… rockiness?

“Why exactly is Sugarloaf a must-see?” asked Andre.

“For the view you get at the top,” explained Alice. “If seeing Sugarloaf in and of itself was the attraction, we could do that from Praia Vermelha or just by walking around Urca, as we’ll do later. But the views you get from the top are supposedly breathtaking. Just look over there,” she said, pointing towards the left. “You can see Guanabara Bay and the winding coastline of Rio, not to mention the green mountains surrounding the city.”

“But if we can already see this from the cable car, why go all the way to the top?” asked Penny.

“Because you can see even more of Rio at the top of Pão de Açúcar,” replied Alanza.

“Not to mention Niteroí across the bay!” exclaimed Alice, Alanza smiling and nodding in response.

“Merlin… It’s as if—” started saying Tonks, her head snapping in Alice’s direction as her eyes widened.

“It’s as if what?” asked Tulip just as the cable car came to a stop.

“Nothing,” said Tonks, barely audible as the two girls followed their friends outside the car.

“What are you two going on about?” asked Andre as he looked behind him. “I hope you’re not planning on giving us the slip.”

“Hard to give you guys the slip from here. Unless Alice has brooms we can borrow inside that bag of hers,” replied Tulip before sticking out her tongue at her fellow Ravenclaw.

“Nope, I don’t! And even if I did, you wouldn’t get them,” shouted Alice, her nose still in her book.

“Good grief! This reminds me so much of—” started saying Tulip before her eyes widened. She looked at Tonks, who simply nodded.

“Will you two hurry up? I’d like to be up there before the sun gets too hot,” said Penny as they made their way to the second cable car station.

“Afraid it will burn you to a crisp?” asked Andre.

“Ugh, you don’t know what it’s like,” replied Penny.

“Indeed. After all, I have melanin on my side,” said Andre, smirking.

“Who’s Melanie?” asked Barnaby.

“No one, Barnaby. No one,” replied Penny with a sigh, patting his arm.

“The look from up here is actually nice,” said Diego, looking back over his shoulder. “You can actually see a good part of Rio.”

“Well, mostly Botafogo,” said Alanza. “The view will be much better once we are on Pão de Açúcar.”

They went to the platform to wait for the second cable car. From there, they could clearly see Sugarloaf Mountain. Diego whistled as he saw the view.

“I mean, while it’s basically a giant rock, it’s still impressive to look at,” said Penny, lowering her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose as Diego nodded.

“It’s actually a monolithic granite and quartz mountain,” said Alice, reading her guidebook. “Geologically, it is considered part of a family of steep-sided rock outcroppings known as non-inselberg bornhardts.”

“Sooo… A big rock,” said Tonks, smirking.

“Seems like we brought the cassette tape version of an encyclopedia,” noted Diego, staring at Alice. “It’s the kind of thing I could imagine—” He stopped talking, his eyes widening.

“You could imagine what?” asked Penny as they made their way inside the cable car. Diego whispered something in her ear, and she stared at Alice before turning back to Diego, “You’re right!”

“He’s right about what?” asked Alice, who was standing next to them.

“Oh, hum… That Alanza and Barnaby make a cute couple!” said Penny quickly.

Alice eyed her, her eyebrows raised. After what Penny felt like forever, she simply said, “You’re right; they are cute together.” She returned her attention to her book.

Barnaby looked down at the greenery growing between Morro da Urca and Pão de Açúcar. “Do you think there are magical creatures hidden in there?”

“I don’t think there are any. Maybe there were in the olden days, but now it would be too risky with all the Muggles living nearby,” said Alanza as she also looked down.

Charlie’s eyes were to the top of the mountain. “Imagine how cool it would look if a dragon was standing on top of the mountain.”

“That would be awesome!” exclaimed Barnaby.

“One-track mind Charlie,” said Tonks, grinning.

“Oh, I can think of something else that can occupy his mind sometimes,” whispered Andre.

“Don’t you mean ‘someone?’” pointed out Tulip with a smirk.

“I also love Quidditch,” pointed out Charlie.

“I stand corrected. Charlie doesn’t have just one interest in life, but an impressive amount of three interests,” said Tonks, chuckling as they entered the cable car station.

“While I do not ambition to come before dragons, I do hope I come before Quidditch in his list of interests,” said Alice glancing toward her boyfriend as they waited to exit the car.

Charlie kissed the top of her head but didn’t say anything.

“Notice how he doesn’t say anything,” pointed out Penny as they walked outside toward the viewing platforms.

“Oof! I will now forever associate Sugarloaf mountain with the moment I learned I came after dragons and Quidditch in my boyfriend’s mind,” said Alice, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead as she did her best not to laugh.

“You know you come before Quidditch,” said Charlie, nudging his girlfriend as they all looked at the view. “As for dragons, you’re equal.”

“Oooooh, Alice is as important to Charlie as dragons!” said Tulip.

“I am honoured,” said Alice, holding up her guidebook as if it was an award. “I would like to thank….”

“Keep the speech for your wedding,” interrupted Andre. “After all, Charlie Weasley admitting that someone is as important to him as dragons could count as a proposal, no?” he added, elbowing his friend playfully.

Both Charlie’s and Alice’s faces turned pink.

“Hum, I read in my guidebook that there’s this nature trail around here somewhere. Want to go see it?” she asked Charlie.

“Sure, sounds like fun,” said Charlie, taking his girlfriend’s hand as they briskly walked away, leaving the others behind.

“Seems like you’ve hit a nerve,” observed Alanza, giggling.

“Seems like it,” replied Andre as he observed the couple walking away.

After going through the crowd of tourists, Alice and Charlie arrived at the stairs that led to the trail.

“It should be down here,” said Alice as they turned onto the stairs.

“Will it lead us all the way down the mountain?”

“Oh, no, the starting point and the finish point are the same.”

“Too bad. I wouldn’t mind getting away from our friends for a while,” said Charlie, rolling his eyes.

Alice snickered. “I don’t know what’s with them and marriage. First Penny, now Andre… Though from them, I shouldn’t really be surprised. We know it will be time to run when Tonks and Tulip decide to talk about our supposedly impending nuptials.”

“Should we take the path or start with the steep incline?” asked Charlie as they arrived at the beginning of the trail.

“Path,” replied Alice, and they turned onto the path.

“Anyway, I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to marry you--” started saying Charlie as they walked.

“Oh, I know, but we’re still teenagers. Marriage is not what really pops in my mind lately.”

“Exactly! We have our N.E.W.T.s to prepare--”

“Figure out which career path we want to take, though I guess that’s something you already know,” said Alice, smirking.

“I still need to be accepted,” pointed out Charlie.

“Like the dragon reserve in Romania could refuse you. You’ve been studying dragons all your life. They’d be foolish if they turned you down.”

“I guess so. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Which path do you want to take?”

“The one that goes down there to see that view,” replied Alice, grinning as she pointed toward an area where there were no trees, meaning a great view was awaiting.

“Very funny. You know what I mean.”

“I do, I do. It’s just I don’t know… I applied to train as a healer at the dragon reserve, I know Moody wants me to become an Auror, and Bill told me Gringotts would kill to have me as a Curse-Breaker.”

“Training as a healer would be very different from what you’ve been doing at Hogwarts compared to the other two.”

“I’ve helped at the infirmary,” pointed out Alice.

“But that’s not what you’re known for. You’re the Hero of Hogwarts, the Curse-Breaker. Would you really be ok with just being a healer at a dragon reserve?” asked Charlie, stopping to face her.

“Change might be good. Not to mention, being a healer at the reserve has one major perk.”

“What?”

“You,” she replied, giving him a quick peck on his lips before continuing down a set of stairs.

Charlie let out a sigh. “That’s what I was afraid of,” he whispered to himself as he watched Alice walk away.

“Charlie!” Alice exclaimed, turning around. “You have to see this!”

Charlie walked to where Alice was standing. Standing behind her, he saw the view that got Alice so excited. Framed by the branches of the surrounding trees, there was the bay and the city of Niterói on the other side of the shimmering water.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” asked Alice, leaning slightly over the railing.

“Not as beautiful as you,” replied Charlie, wrapping his arms around her.

“You are spending too much time with Diego,” chuckled Alice.

“It does sound like something he would say,” said Charlie, laughing. He rested his chin on her shoulder. “Alice, about the reserve….”

Alice turned her head to meet his eyes. “Afraid I’ll cramp your style when hanging out with your new dragon-loving friends?”

Charlie straightened up and turned Alice around to face him, holding on to her shoulders. “What?! Of course not! It’s just--”

“There you are!” they heard someone exclaim.

Charlie turned around to see Tonks and Tulip running down the stairs. He was surprised the pink-haired Hufflepuff hadn’t fallen down before reaching them.

“This path is tricky! I tripped at the beginning and scraped my knee!” exclaimed Tonks, pointing at the plaster on her knee.

“If you’d stop running for two seconds,” grumbled Tulip.

“But I didn’t want to leave Alice and Charlie alone. They could have come back with babies!”

Charlie choked on his saliva while Alice stared at her friend. “That’s not how babies work!” she exclaimed.

“I know,” said Tonks with a sly smirk. “I was just messing with you. Just figured that nature trail you mentioned sounded more interesting than watching Diego flirt with every skirt he sees while Penny and Andre are gossiping about school or planning your wedding.”

“Honestly, these two,” said Alice with a sigh.

“Oh, you know Andre,” said Tonks, wrapping her arm around Alice’s shoulders. “He really just wants to create your wedding dress. As for Penny, I think she’s been rooting for you two for so long; she just wants to see a happy ending.”

“What about Alanza and Barnaby?” asked Charlie.

“They’re not even officially dating, so I think marriage is a bit too early to tell,” chimed in Tulip.

“No, I meant, where are they? You mention Diego and the Gossiping Duo, but not them.”

“Oh, they went walking together somewhere, acting all lovey-dovey,” explained Tonks as they continued walking. “Anyway, what were you two talking about?”

“What we’ll do after Hogwarts,” said Alice.

“That’s easy! I’ll be an Auror with Alice,” said Tonks.

“Woah! I never said I wanted to be an Auror,” said Alice, raising her hands in front of her.

“Aw, come on. You’re basically already in, what with Moody basically giving you some advanced training.”

“I know, but I could also be a Curse-Breaker like Bill, not to mention I applied to train as a healer at the dragon reserve in Romania.”

“You’re not seriously considering the reserve? No offence, Charlie, but you could do so much as an Auror or a Curse-Breaker! You can’t spend the rest of your life healing the wounds of people who play with fire… literally. That would be a waste of potential!” exclaimed Tonks.

That last part made Charlie wince, reminding him of what his brother had told him at Christmas.

“I haven’t even decided yet!” exclaimed Alice, who hadn’t seen Charlie’s reaction. “Anyway, what I plan to do for the rest of my life is my decision,” she added, briskly walking away.

As Tonks ran after her, the two redheads stared at their friends quickly making up.

“Honestly, these two… One moment they get on each other’s nerves, the next, they are joking around. Anyway, you haven’t said what you were planning after Hogwarts,” said Charlie as he turned to Tulip.

“Isn’t it obvious?” replied Tulip, raising an eyebrow as her lips curved into a mischievous grin.

“Pranks?”

“Yes, but also, I plan to create the most potent dungbomb ever known to man,” said Tulip before running off to join the other two girls.

Charlie looked on at the three girls, chuckling as Alice tried to get out of Tonks’ bear hug while pleading for Tulip to help her. Tulip was obviously driving a hard bargain as she just leaned against the stone wall while talking to Alice. Charlie figured that now was not the time to worry about what would happen after Hogwarts or about what his brother had told him. He would just enjoy the time he was spending with his girl and their friends. He ran up to the girls just as Tonks was releasing Alice from her hug with that in mind.

After the four friends were done with the nature trail, they joined the rest of the group near the food counters to order lunch. Once they were done eating, they headed to the bondinho station to go back down so that they could walk around Urca as Alice had planned. As the cable car made its way down, Tonks and Tulip cheerfully sang “She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain,” much to the annoyance of the other passengers.

After they had reached the bondinho station, they made their way towards Praia Vermelha, or Red Beach. From there, the group had a fantastic view of the mountain they had just visited.

“Why is it called Red Beach?” asked Tonks, looking at the sand.

“According to my guide, it’s because the sand is reddish,” said Alice, her nose back in her book.

“They call that reddish? Have they seen my hair?” asked Tulip, flipping her hair from one side to the other.

“It looks beige to me,” said Barnaby.

“I don’t care what the colour of the sand is, as long as I can just stay here for the rest of the day,” said Penny, looking around.

“Except that we haven’t brought anything to hang out at the beach. Not even our swimsuits,” pointed out Diego.

“Not to mention, there’s more to Rio than beaches. Urca is one of the city’s oldest neighbourhoods,” said Alanza as they followed Alice toward a park between two white buildings.

At the park’s center stood a tall monument honouring the various hero's featuring in Brazil's history, including General Tibúrico, for whom the square was named.

“General Tibúrico is a general who fought bravely in Brazil's war with Paraguay,” read Alice.

“What are those two white buildings on each side?” asked Andre, glancing sadly back at the beach.

“On your right is the ECEME--” started saying Alice.

“Escola de Comando e Estado-Maior do Exército,” said Alanza.

“Hum, yeah, that. It’s a military staff college. To your left is the Military Institute of Engineering,” completed Alice.

“Actually, it is said that Urca is one of the safest neighbourhoods in Rio because of the military presence,” explained Alanza.

“It’s just two institutions,” pointed out Charlie.

“Not really. Pass the cable car station, there’s the Naval War College, and, at the foot of Sugarloaf, there’s a military base,” explained Alanza as they kept walking

Alice raised her hand. “Forte São João!” she exclaimed.

“We are not in class, Alice. No need to raise your hand,” said Andre, pulling on her sleeve.

“Sorry,” mumbled Alice.

“Well, anyway, Alice is correct. So, you see, there’s an important military presence,” concluded Alanza.

They kept walking down the avenue on the opposite side of the naval college and turned in a small street once they had passed the college. The road was filled with houses that had small front yards behind their gates. Trees lined the street, providing plenty of shades as well as a place for all the birds they could hear singing.

“Wow! This feels like a completely different town!” exclaimed Penny.

“This must be one of the wealthy neighbourhoods of Rio,” observed Diego as he looked at all the single-family homes.

“It sure is a far cry from Vidigal,” pointed out Tonks, to which Tulip nodded.

“It’s so quiet,” noticed Andre. “We can actually hear the birds sing.”

After walking through similar streets, they arrived near a square that gave onto a small marina full of colourful little boats.

“How cute is this place!” exclaimed Penny. “These boats are so cute and colourful!”

“They’re kinda dinky if you compare them to the houses we saw,” pointed out Andre, looking behind him at the houses lining the street in front of the square.

“This is Quadrado da Urca,” said Alanza.

“Yes, and it started to take shape around the time of the National Exhibition of 1908 when the little bridge over there was built,” said Alice, her nose in her guidebook as she pointed toward a bridge on the other side of the marina. “The Quadrado was inaugurated around the 1910s or 1920s. The thing is that, at the very beginning, it was a swimming pool with all the necessary infrastructure, including bleachers, to host the aquatic competitions of the South American Games, together with the International Exhibition of 1922, to commemorate the centenary of the country's independence.”

Barnaby stared at Alice as she finished her explanation and pushed her sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose. There was just something about that gesture that reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t put his finger on who that someone was.

They continued their walk onto Avenida Portugal, crossing the little bridge Alice had pointed out, all while getting an amazing view of Botafogo and Guanabara Bay on their left and Sugarloaf mountain on their right. The group had to walk in a single file as the sidewalk was quite narrow. The area’s wealth was still apparent on the busier avenue with fancy apartment buildings and houses lining it. Once they reached the beginning of the Mureta da Urca, a popular meeting spot to watch the sunset, the sidewalk became wider, allowing the group more space to walk, and reducing the risk of Tonks tripping over and having part of the group tumble over her. They eventually came to a stop in front of a church.

“Not another church,” grumbled Tulip.

“This is the Igreja de Nossa Senhora do Brasil, the first church in Brazil dedicated exclusively to Our Lady of Brazil, a name given here to the Virgin Mary. The design was inspired by the missionary chapels in Florida. It was inaugurated in 1934 and became the headquarters of the parish of Urca and Praia Vermelha two years later. In the water just in front,” said Alice, doing a sharp 180 to face the water and pointing at a statue of a man with extended arms, “is a bronze statue of Saint Peter.”

“And notice Cristo Redentor on the Corcovado over there,” said Alanza, pointing at what looked like a small statue with open arms on top of a mountain.

“It looks so small. I always thought it was bigger,” said Diego.

“It’s because we are far from it,” explained Alanza

“What I want to know is if we have to go in or if we can just continue our walk?” asked Tonks.

“Well, I did want to see the interior,” said Alice, which was met with exasperated sighs from a part of the group. “But there is Praia da Urca not too far from here, so I guess you could go to the beach with Alanza, and I’ll meet you there once I’m done.”

“Love the way you think!” exclaimed Penny as she started walking again.

“I’ll stay with Alice. I want to see if there’s an insane amount of gold in this church like in the one we saw earlier in the week,” said Andre.

“Do you mind if I…” started saying Charlie, glancing toward the group who was already making its way to the beach.

“Go ahead. I’ll see you later,” said Alice, giving Charlie a small kiss on the cheek before crossing the street with Andre.

Charlie joined the others, noticing Barnaby deep in thoughts.

“What has you so preoccupied?” asked Charlie, tapping the Slytherin’s back.

“It’s just… there’s something about Alice,” said Barnaby, scratching his head.

“Alice? Is there something wrong with her?” said Charlie, concerned.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s just that she did stuff that reminded me of someone… But I don’t know who that someone is!”

“Rowan.”

Everyone turned toward Charlie, eyes wide.

“You noticed too?” asked Penny.

“Ever since Rowan died,” stated Charlie.

“What?! We just noticed today!” exclaimed Tonks, throwing her arms in the air.

“Well, I will admit that she gave a strong Rowan vibe today, but ever since her death, Alice has sort of filled the void Rowan left within her. It started with little things, which were probably not very noticeable in a school context, like going to the library a bit more than she used to. Rowan was basically in charge of the research when it came to Alice’s hunt for the vaults. With her gone, Alice probably didn’t know who to turn to but herself, which is probably when she realized she was more like Rowan than she thought and decided to embrace it, probably to feel closer to the friend she had lost,” explained Charlie.

Tulip sat on the sand. “Now that you mention it… While at first glance, they did seem different, they were alike in more ways than one. Probably why they were best friends. I guess it never hit me before today because, like you said, in a school context, it just looked like Alice was a good student, which she already was before Rowan left us. But when I think about our time in the dorms, you’re right… She slowly filled in the hole Rowan left while still being Alice.”

“You just realized it?” asked a voice behind them. “It’s been clear for ages that she embraced her inner Rowan after losing her best friend.”

“Andre! How was the church? Where’s Alice?” asked Diego as he looked around.

“Let’s just say Jae wouldn’t want to steal anything there. As for our Curse-Breaker, she wanted to walk around some of the other streets in the area. She’ll come and join us later.”

“I guess Alice needed some of her alone time,” said Penny.

“Talbott also needs alone time,” noticed Barnaby.

“MERLIN! Alice is turning into all of us!” exclaimed Tonks.

“Tonks?”

“Yes, Penny dear?”

“Stop being overdramatic.”

“NEVER!”

As her friends enjoyed their time at the beach, Alice walked down Rua Otávio Corrêa, where there were more single-family homes surrounded by trees and singing birds. Not that she needed to see more of this affluent area of Rio. She just liked the peacefulness, allowing her a moment alone with her own thoughts. She fiddled with the chain of her necklace before finally looking down at the pendant representing a white tree on a dark blue background.

“I think you would have liked it here,” said Alice to the necklace. “I mean, Rio as a whole, not just Urca. Though knowing you, you would have learned some Portuguese to understand the history and culture of the place. I’m doing my best to tell the rest of the group about all the interesting facts from my guidebooks, but I’m not a born teacher like you were. Pretty sure I bore them a little.”

She felt a gust of wind in her hair. “Ok, fine, I bore them a lot!” she conceded, laughing. “But without you around, who’s going to tell them that that huge mountain is a monolithic granite and quartz mountain?” she added, gazing up at Pão de Açúcar. “Not that it changes anything to the view you get from up there, but it’s still fun to know… Oh boy, they probably think I’m turning into you. Never thought I would miss your ‘fun facts’... like the ones you went on about when we went to the British Museum with Tonks, Penny, and Ben….”

Alice kept on walking, thinking about her friends who were probably enjoying themselves at the beach. It dawned on her that, soon, they would all be following their own paths towards their respective careers. No more hanging out in the common rooms or the Great Hall. No more late night in the library, being shushed every two seconds by Madam Pince. As she had reached the end of the street, lost in those thoughts, she leaned on the mureta, looking at the bay and at Niterói on the other side of the said bay.

While all her friends seem to have a pretty clear idea of what they wanted to do after Hogwarts, Alice wasn’t so sure. Even Rowan knew from the start what she wanted to do. Everyone expected her to do something great since she was the Curse-Breaker and the Hero of Hogwarts, but how can someone so young live up to such high expectations. Not to mention that she felt like she still had so much to learn. The magical world was complex, so there was so much more to discover that hadn’t been covered during her seven years at Hogwarts…

“Alice?”

Charlie. Her dragon tamer. Alice turned her head, looking at him with a bright smile.

“You looked like you were deep in thoughts,” said Charlie, leaning next to Alice on the small wall.

“Just enjoying the view. Were you looking for me?”

“More or less. I figured that all the streets lead to this stone wall, so if I walked following its path, I’d eventually come across my favourite Ravenclaw.”

“Clever boy. I knew there was a reason why I liked you.”

“I’m more than just a pretty face,” teased Charlie.

“Who said anything about a pretty face?” said Alice, smirking before Charlie lightly punched her shoulder. “I shall never recover from that punch. Anyway, where are the others?”

“Still at the beach. We figured we’d eat dinner in the area and watch the sunset. Alanza said it’s a magnificent view from there.”

“Sounds like a plan. Why don’t we go and join them?”

“I just want to do something first,” he said, wrapping his arms around Alice and pressing his lips to hers.

“What was that for?” whispered Alice, a blush crossing her cheeks, when their lips separated.

“Just enjoying the little bit of time we have alone. Our friends would tease us mercilessly if we did that in front of them.”

“Good point. Maybe we should start heading back before they send in the search and rescue team,” said Alice, holding onto Charlie’s hand.

“Sounds like a plan.”

They started walking down the sidewalk along the mureta when…

Alice…

Alice turned around, tightening her grip on Charlie’s hand.

“Alice?” asked Charlie, looking at his girlfriend’s face with furrowed brows.

“I-- No, it’s nothing,” said Alice, turning back.

Charlie glanced at Alice, worried, but kept on walking.

Alice quickly glanced back behind her and saw, in the water, a scaly snout and a pair of eyes looking at her. She shook her head lightly and opened her eyes again. Whatever she had seen in the water was gone.

The heat must have gotten to her, she thought.

A/N #2: Hope you enjoyed it and that it wasn't too choppy (considering I wrote it in bursts of inspirations). Next up: Corcovado and Samba Night!

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Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 8

Word: 2,747

POV: Sidney’s

Warnings: Language as always

Notes: Well after the loss of all my edits, I can’t promise that I didn’t miss something, but I did re-edit it, so hopefully it’s ok. I have to say this is one of my favorite stories so far. Hope you guys like it as well. Happy Reading!

Not So Dangerous Liaison Masterlist

Over the next couple of weeks, (Y/N) maintained a safe distance from you and the rest of the guys. She was still her smiley bubbly self; she just avoided any, one on one interactions, especially with you. It wasn’t really noticeable unless you were watching her every move, which you kind of were. Since the first round of playoffs, only took you to New York, it wasn’t as if you had a lot of free time. The games were close together, so when you were in the city, you were all focused on hockey, including (Y/N). Her primary concern was everyone on the team’s well-being, and it seemed the guys were really getting used to relying on her.

Things went so well that the first round against the Rangers was done in five games. The only problem with that, was that it put you back in Washington. You wondered how (Y/N) would handle going back there. You noticed that everyone had the same rooms from the last time you were here and you were half tempted to go check on her as the night went on, though you resisted. You noticed pretty much everyone stuck to the hotel the first couple nights, but when the team lost the first game in overtime; it was mandatory everyone stay in after that.

It was around midnight the night before game two, and you couldn’t sleep. You were totally hyped up for the game but also concerned about (Y/N). You headed down to the gym, thinking you could get a quick half-hour run in, hopefully using some of that excess energy. The hotel didn’t normally allow public access to the equipment this time of night, but (Y/N) had made sure that the team would be able to use it at all hours. It still startled you though, when you saw a female figure running on the treadmill when you opened the door. You didn’t have to see her face to know that it was (Y/N), you’d memorized her every curve since your time in the elevator together. She had her airpods in and didn’t notice you, so you took a moment to just drink in the sight of her all alone. She had on a tight pair of leggings with one of those sports bras that had multiple straps in the back, while her hair was in a ponytail; in your opinion, she looked like a goddess at that moment.

You cleared your throat, partly to let her know that you were there, but also because your mouth was literally dry from staring at (Y/N). She still didn’t notice you standing there, so you coughed a little louder in hopes of not startling her. She jumped, breaking her stride; quickly hitting the machine to stop. “Oh my god, you scared the hell out me.”

“Sorry,” you whispered sheepishly.

She took her earbuds out then. “No, it’s my fault. I probably shouldn’t be here. Let me just wipe this down and I’ll get out of your way.” That was the last thing you wanted.

“Don’t,” well that came out a little bit harsh. “I mean…you don’t have to. It would be nice to have someone to talk to.” She nodded but didn’t say anything, and instead just got back on the treadmill, starting off at a slower pace. “Can’t sleep?”

“Not really, you?”

“Same, I’m a little too keyed up for the game tomorrow.” You started a slow jog beside her, not quite the exhausting pace that you wanted to run, but you wanted to spend some time talking to (Y/N).

She smiled over at you then. “You know you’ll be great Sid. You always are.”

“Thanks,” It was an automatic reply, but then you decided to reveal a bit more about yourself, after all, she’d exposed a vulnerable part of herself the last time it was the two of you. “It’s a lot though. You know...the pressure to always be…well great.”

She looked over at you, a genuine sincerity to in her eyes and voice. “I can’t imagine.”

“I’m just always afraid I’ll be letting the team and everyone down.” If you were being completely honest, you would’ve told her that you also feared letting yourself down as well.

“Sid, you could never let anyone down. You’re the hardest working person on this team and everyone knows that. I know you’re under a tremendous amount of pressure, but go out there and just have fun.” She paused as if collecting her thoughts, then stopped the treadmill; you did as well. “I shouldn’t admit this, but I’ve seen you out there on the ice when no one else is around. There’s just so much joy on your face. It’s kind of contagious; you know. You look so at home there…and well that’s what you need to do; go out there and just play. Play like it doesn’t matter what happens, but because you love to do it; because I know you do.”

God, she was right. You wanted so badly to kiss her at that moment. You put so much pressure on yourself, that you forgot how much fun hockey was. “You remember that night a couple weeks ago when you told me I was good with the pep talks.” She nodded. “Well, you’re not so bad yourself.” A pretty pink blush crept up to her cheeks then, that had nothing to do with the exercising she’d been doing. “I’m just going to go out there and do what I love.”

“Good,” she returned back with that beautiful smile of hers.

“And if we ever need motivation in the locker room; I’m coming to get you.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” She glanced at the clock on the wall then. “It’s late. I think I’m going to head up.”

You didn’t really want your time alone with her to end, but she was right; you both needed sleep. “I’ll walk up with you if you don’t mind?"

“Not at all.” The two of you ended up in the same elevator you’d been trapped in only weeks ago. Part of you was hoping fate would step in and trap you again, but as the doors opened up onto your floor; you had no such luck.

“Thanks again.” You told her, wishing that you could do more than just say the words, thank you to her.

“Just part of the job.” She commented off-hand.

“It’s not, but it means more than you know.” She reached over and wrapped you in a hug then. Your arms instinctively tightening around her. Breathing deeply, you inhaled her scent; trying to engrain it into your memory. All too quickly she released you, and while you wanted to frown from the loss of contact; you found yourself smiling back at her.

“Goodnight, Sid.”

“Night (Y/N).” She turned and started in the direction of her room, which was opposite yours. For a moment you stood there, just staring at her form. “Hey (Y/N),” at the sound of your voice she turned back around. “I’m glad you decided to stay.”

That smile had you rooted to your spot in the hallway. “Me too,” she breathed out, then disappeared into her room. You headed to your room, where you slept like a baby; dreams of (Y/N) filling your mind.

The following night, you couldn’t say that you had the best game of your life, but you did have fun, and that energy and enthusiasm transferred to everyone on the team. The Pens ended up winning that night as well as the next two games and they finished off the series in six games.

You wished you could say that the series in Tampa Bay went as easily. After a game five loss in Pittsburgh, the whole team was on edge and feeling a bit down. You had no idea that (Y/N) had approached Coach Sullivan with an idea to lighten the mood until you were told to meet on the bus for a workout session; everyone was to wear shorts and bring sunglasses. This didn’t sound like an ordinary practice. The bus trip took about forty-five minutes all of which (Y/N) was nowhere to be found. It finally ended at a remote beach location, hardly anyone was around, but there was (Y/N). She had a makeshift course made with cones, and ropes along with a beach volleyball court set up. There were towels, sunscreen, and coolers all set up as well, but what you noticed most, was the cute little jean shorts and crop top (Y/N) had on.

As you all headed over to where she was with a couple of the trainers, it was Coach Sullivan who explained what was going on. “So, it was brought to my attention,” he looked over and nodded to (Y/N). “That maybe you guys needed to blow off a little steam, but just because our location is different, doesn’t mean we’re not going to work out. So, with that, I’m turning this over to the trainers for the next hours. But for godsakes, put some sunscreen on first. I don’t need anyone whining of a sunburn.”

Over the course of the next hour, the trainers had you running sprints in the sand, doing lateral shuffles, along with some intervals; all of which, you did happily in the sunshine. As soon as the workout was over, (Y/N) had drinks set up as well as protein bars and fruit. “So, lunch will be here in an hour.” She declared to the group. “I’ve been told you’re free to enjoy yourself until then. There’s volleyball, footballs, frisbees, all kinds of things around; oh, and there’s always the water. Have fun guys.”

Marc-Andre grabbed her arm before she could run away. “Where do you think you’re going? You’ve gotta join the volleyball game.”

“But lunch?” She protested.

“Is being prepared by someone, which means you’re free,” Kunitz told her dragging her onto the court. She threw her flip-flips off and gave into to everyone’s demands. She was on the same side of the court as you and you heard Chris casually answer. “Are you any good?”

“I haven’t played in a couple years, so don’t kill me if I suck.” Thank god it was just a friendly little game, and there were enough of the team around to cover up for any mistakes she might make.

She was standing beside you waiting for the first volley, when you heard her mutter, more to herself than you. “What have I gotten myself into?” You just sort of chuckled to yourself, as Horny sent the ball flying over the net toward your team with the first serve. Rusty was the first to hit it, and send it to the front line where Colesy smacked it down on the other side. There were a few more volleys back and forth before Geno served one over directly in front of (Y/N). She bump-set the ball up to the front line setting you up for a spike. It was a nice set from her, and everyone gave her a high five. However, it was a few serves later that she really impressed you.

Rusty returned the ball, but instead of heading toward the net; it went straight in the air. (Y/N) yelled that she had it and then proceeded to back set the ball to Dumo, who from the look on his face couldn’t believe how perfectly the ball was set up to him. You weren’t sure who was more stunned your team or the guys on the other side of the net. Instead of high fives this time, Kuny picked her up and twirled her around. You cursed that it was Chris and not you that got to hold her in his arms, though you knew he was only doing it in celebration.

When he finally set her back on the beach, you found yourself saying. “So were you just hiding this talent or what, eh?”

“I may have played a bit in high school, but it’s not like I’m a professional athlete like you guys.”

“We’re hockey players. We’re not good at every sport, especially ones that are played on a beach.” Rusty told her.

“Alright, now that your secret weapons out, let’s get back to the game,” Horny yelled over. The rest of the game (Y/N) played setter. Needless to say, you won, the first match. As you went to switch sides, she tossed her loose half-shirt off to the side, as you now had her working up a sweat. It wasn’t a big deal, because she had a bikini top underneath, but you had to say that your mouth got a little dry just drinking in the sight of her body and you wondered how many of the other guys were thinking the same thing. Suddenly, you wanted to grab her top and put it back on, or better yet, throw your shirt on her, then you would have her scent on two pieces of your clothing.

The game continued on, and you were thankful at times that you had good reflexes since you’d been staring a time or two at (Y/N) as she moved through the sand. The curves of her body called to you and longed to drag her off to some secluded place on this damn beach. The second match went even quicker than the first and you weren’t sure if that’s because (Y/N) was playing to her full potential or the fact that you were daydreaming about all the wicked things you wanted to do to her.

As soon as the match was over, she ran down the beach to check on lunch, while you all grabbed some water. It wasn’t five minutes later that she was gathering the team and taking them down to eat. There were several tables and benches set up on the hard ground, for you to all eat. She had all kinds of fresh fish, different kinds of pasta, and burgers as well. After the late lunch, no one was in the mood to continue volleyball, so everyone spent the rest of the time lounging on the beach.

You had decided to hit the water, and cool off a bit; though it didn’t really help, for as soon as you got out, you saw (Y/N) laying out reading a book. Grabbing a towel, you dried off a bit before plopping down on the sand beside her. “Whatcha reading?”

“Lies My Teacher Told Me, have you read it?”

“Can’t say I have. Is it any good?”

“Yes, it actually is. I can pass it on to you when I’m done.” You’d rather read it together with her, but apparently, she wasn’t offering that as an option.

“Yeah, that would be great. By the way, thanks for today, we all really needed it.”

She marked her page then closed the book and turned her attention towards you. “I hope it helps. Everyone seemed a little down after the last game.”

“Yeah, we kind of were, but this definitely helped blow off some steam.” It was truly something the team needed and so much better than staying in the hotel room and playing video games. “I think it’s really gonna help all of us tomorrow night. You’re really amazing; you know that?”

Her smile was as bright as the sun that shone above, and the cute shade of red she turned had nothing to do with the heat. “It was nothing, really.” You knew that it wasn’t and that she always downplayed anything that she did for the team. You wanted to tell her again how much she meant to both you and everyone here, but Coach Sullivan had other plans as he had you get ready to leave. (Y/N) stayed behind to make sure everything got cleaned up.

The following night, the whole team played better. You had an assist in the first and a goal in the second, but with five goals total the points were spread throughout the team. The win led you to a due or die game back home in Pittsburgh. It was Rusty who came in clutch in the second, scoring the first goal and putting the team on the board. It was short-lived as the lightning scored next, but Bryan was able to score another one about a minute later. The team was able to hold them off in the third and you walked away knowing you were going to The Stanley Cup Championships.

Here’s the link to the video for the beach/volleyball scene that was my inspo.

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