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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 36

Chapter 35 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Macie POV*

I read the messages that the kidnapper has sent me. I dare not answer him. For now. It's better that I doesn't tell Jake for now, he just found out that his sister is to blame for running over Jennifer Hanson. If I now tell him that the kidnapper has sent me a message, I think it will worry him even more. And I want to take care of him. I will try that he can come to his senses and that he stops all this.

I arrive at the motel with two cup of coffee. I need one too after everything that's happened, I need to focus on Hannah's phone and see if we can find anything useful. I knocked on the door and Jake opens it a little, opening more until he sees it's me. "A medium coffee for you and a large one for me." I hand him the cup and go to drink from mine. "Stop right there" he stops me, exchanging our cups, ", you the medium one, I the big one" He raises his and drinks it ". Your body can't take all this." "And what do you know what my body can bear?" I ask, sitting up on the bed. He looks at me like he's analyzing me. The truth is that I'm getting nervous to see that he scans me with his eyes. "Years of experience drinking caffeine." he replies, sitting down in the chair. "I can handle three cups of caffeine." "When you can handle eleven, let me know." I looked at him scared and he laughed. Although he jokes, I notice his tone is a little low. It's not like before. I lower my cup for a moment, looking at him concerned. "How do you feel?" I asked, already leaving jokes aside. Jake scratches the back of his neck and I see that he's having a hard time talking to me now. "For now I want to focus on finding Hannah" he says as he puts his cup down on the table, ", it's the important thing now, Macie, even though I am affected, I ca not stop looking for my sister because of this" He looks into my eyes, determined ". And… It was an accident, although what she did after that is not right, I am not the one to judge her… It's not my job to be her defense attorney. I am just her brother." I nod slowly. It's hard for me to see it that way. But as he says, I'm not the one to judge. I’m here to help you find it. And it is what I will do. “Okay then” I sigh, giving him a determined look as well “let's keep looking for Hannah." “Let's keep looking for Hannah." We hear the notification sound. I look at the photo they've passed and let out an exasperated sigh. It was a picture of them playing cards. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy Sorry Macie We were a bit busy 🤭

Macie You should always have your phones with you It's really important

Jessy We do But we were having so much fun that we didn’t hear them Sorry Macie ☹️ won't happen again ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Seriously?!" I exclaimed angrily. “Calm down.” Jake tells me. "Yeah, sorry..." I sighed. I think the message from earlier has affected me a bit. It scared me to think that maybe I had found them and that they were in danger. I try to relax a bit. What we are going to tell is not going to be pleasant at all. "Are you ready, Macie?" Jake asks me, looking at me concerned. "Yeah..." Before going to the computer, Jake kisses me on the forehead. It should be me who has to comfort him, not the other way around. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly What’s the news, Macie?

Macie As you can imagine, Hannah's phone is incredibly valuable. Jake and I found a chat between Hannah and Amy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I take a breath three times and continue. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie This confirms that Hannah really is responsible for Jennifer Hanson’s death ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake hasn't said anything on the chat so far. He knows that with him, the group might not believe his words since they treat Jake like the weird guy who talked to Hannah. But Lilly and I know who he is. "Will they ever get over it?" I ask the air, seeing how they are affected the more I tell them. “That is their decision” I hear Jake say “, we cannot influence what they feel." "Yes, you're right..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy Hannah told Iris that she was being followed by the man who killed Jennifer But if it was Hannah and Amy…

Macie I believe Hannah was lying ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I swallow my comments about Hannah. I don't understand how she could be able to go to Iris's house and lie to her. But I guess when we find her, maybe she'll explain everything and we'll be able to understand why she did what she did and what she was doing in the days before she was kidnapped, what she was planning to do after meeting Iris and wanting to meet Phil. What she wanted to tell the police and what she told Amy. Everything would be resolved when we found her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy He found out, didn’t he? Michael Hanson found out that they were responsible for his daughter's death ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I send only one emoji, I dare not confirm it. Perhaps they could also be framing Michael this way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly No! Thiat can't be true! Hannah would never do something like that! She is empathetic! And honest!

Jake It was an accident.

Macie I can understand that this is a lot to take in The truth will get us one step closer to Hannah

Lilly I need to rest a bit I’m sorry 😔

Macie Of course, Lilly ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I hear Jake sigh, blurting out Lilly's name. He is worried about her and how she might have affected her. I’m sure that in these moments they are needed more than ever. I get up from the bed, moving closer to him. I give his loving shoulder a squeeze and he moves back a little, as if inviting me to sit with him. I accept and snuggle into him. He kisses me on the head and sighs again. I can't do anything but offer him company right now. So while we talk in the chat, we are silent, without speaking. Without commenting anything. Sometimes just silence is a good option.

Dan asks someone to go look for him at the hospital, since they had already kicked him out. Right now. Cleo offers to go look for him.

We stopped talking when Jake say that he was going to continue unlocking more areas of the phone. I start browsing the forum while I wait for Jake to unlock something else on the phone. I haven't gotten up from him yet and he hasn't kicked me out either. I think it's at this moment that he doesn't want to be alone. A phone area has been unlocked.

As soon as I see it, I leave the forum to go directly to the phone. The gallery area had been unlocked. I start to look at the photos. Hannah even came out smiling, just like everyone said: she was a happy girl. But she was hiding a horrible secret. The worst thing was her seeing Richy's photo. I really don't know what to think anymore. I keep looking and the gallery starts doing weird things, like it's starting to crash. "What happen?" I ask as I look at my phone confused. “Macie” I hear Jake call me nervously, and I look at him “, someone's is meddling with Hannah's cell phone right now." "What?" I'm starting to get nervous too. "I can see that, apart from your inputs, someone else is making manual inputs." I sit up, squeezing the phone tightly. "But we told them that nobody should use Hannah’s phone!" "Indeed we did" I get up from the chair to let him work and he starts typing quickly ". Every manual input could jeopardize our connection with Hannah's cell phone. The chat logs have just been opened.” I see him look at the screen with increasing nervousness “Macie! You must find out who is responsible for this!" "I will!" "Quickly!" I don't waste a second going straight to the chat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Alright, who's got Hannah's phone?! This isn’t a joke! Jake can see what you're doing! 😑 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wait a bit to see if it has worked. It's amazing. We told them not to touch it! Who could it have been?! This I cannot forgive them. “The inputs have stopped” Jake leans back, bringing his hands to his face in relief ".Your words had an effect, even if the culprit did not admit to their crime." "Looks like it" I sit on the bed, also relieved. "Whoever it was won't just admit it." We fall silent, and I watch Jake think. I wish there was some way to find out who he was. "I have an idea." He goes back to typing fast and moving the mouse quickly "I managed earlier to gain access to the camera app on Hannah’s cell phone" little by little my change is changing with his words "if the person tampers with the cell phone again, you will now be able to catch the culprit in the act." "What a great idea!" Jake smiles, finishing typing. "Okay, it's done" he says, then looks at me ". You should go and lie in wait, whoever it was may weil soon finish what thay started." "Good, I’ll open the camera." I log back into Hannah's phone and select the newly unlocked area. The camera shows a window with the curtains drawn back. I try to take a photo to see if it works well.

I get a text from Lilly asking if Jake and I have a minute. It was when they still lived with their parents. One night she saw Hannah looking out the window in the middle of the night. Towards the forest. Apparently, when she asked what she was doing there, Hannah told her something terrifying: ‘There’s a man standing by the forest'. Lilly couldn't see anyone, and that she woke up her parents crying that they didn't see anything either. She doesn't remember exactly when it went. It happened again, but in the end she no longer paid attention to her out of fear. I'm beginning to suspect that there is no such thing as a stalker and that the doctor was right: it was all Hannah's imagination. Created by guilt. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Macie, do you remember the words of the psychiatrist?

Macie Yes, of course

Lilly Jake? I don’t really know what you mean 😕

Jake My apologies Here is the audio file again: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He sends her the audio, but we don't need to listen to it again, we know it well. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake '’He was standing in the forest, watching us.''

Lilly Watching them doing what?

Macie I think I know... Watching them bury Jennifer's body in the forest

Lilly My goodness

Macie Sorry 😕 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's hard for me to talk about this with them. I feel a bit intrusive in this delicate family matter. But I do it for the research. I mustn’t put my feelings. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Yes. I think you're right about that. Jennifer's body was found deep in the forest od Duskwood. Iris Hanson had told Jessica that Jennifer had been run over on the outskirts of Duskwood. And the vehicle’s driver wanted to mask their crime by taking the body from the crash site. We can assume No, we must assume unfortunately. That Hannah and Amy took Jennifer to the forest, so they could bury her body.

Macie And they were being watched

Lilly No wait But Michael Hanson is the culprit He wouldn’t watch his daughter being buried in the forest and not intervene.

Macie And what if they were being watched by someone else back then? That would be a lot more realistic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

There was a third person that night, I'm sure. And that person was perhaps transformed in her mind as if he were the man without a face. "That could be" I hear Jake saying, as he types it in the chat ". We still seem to be missing important information in order for us to understand the case in its entirety." "The question is, did he tell Michael or is he our real author?" I tell him, thinking. "But the theory keeps failing," he looks at me doubtfully ", so Michael would have gone after them if someone had told him." I want to understand the reasons why he was there. Was the secret kept until he told Michael? Did he participate in what happened and that's why he also went after him? He's taking the law into his own hand and Michael doesn't know about it? What is he hiding?

I ask Lilly if she had touched Hannah's phone, but she doesn't seem to know anything. We finish our conversation with her and I listen to Jake give one of her theories. "Amy suspected the pills to be the reason why Hannah saw the man without a face." I look at him, paying attention to Hannah and Amy's chat. He also had open several windows of photos of Michael's mural. "Perhaps the pills were, however not the reason why the man without a face turned up... But instead the reason why disappeared. " The pills were to stop her from seeing him. She had hallucinations because of guilt. What better than to use fairly, the legend of a man who comes for people who have sinned?

I stare at the camera, waiting for someone to show up. I receive another message from the stranger. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Unknown You won’t stop interfering until I’ve killed them all

Hannah I know who you are You can still give up ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wait a bit for him to answer me, but nothing. I want to try to make him come to his senses and talk to me. He continues with this game and I still don't understand why he is involved in this. Who else could provide them with the car?

I return to the camera and I find the culprit of why they were interrupting our phone.

*Jake POV*

I'm thinking about what Macie said. Someone else saw Hannah and Amy. Someone who was not Michael. But perhaps it was the guilt at that moment of seeing another person and imagining the man without a face watching them bury Jennifer. Then Michael, after years of research, managed to find them while he pointed to the rest of the group. And that unfortunately, after getting into this, Richy fell victim. I remember at first having a suspicion in one of them, but after what happened, I had to rule it out. "Jake!" I hear Macie yell and she walks over to me, showing me the cell phone. I see the photo of Thomas, looking shocked after being caught looking at the cell phone. “Thomas…” I say in an annoyed tone. Honestly, I do not know why I should be surprised at this point anymore. "Thomas!" Macie exclaims, flustered ". That’s the second time he’s ignored our rules for Hannah's phone!" I look at the contact with the cell phone on the computer. I put my hands to my head, helpless for what happened. “We have lost the connection to Hannah's cell phone” I try not to sound annoyed. She had is enough already ". Just as I feared." "Why hasn't he been able to stay still?!" I look at Macie. She is upset. "Macie, calm down." "No, Jake! I can’t stay calm!" She screams upset and I get up to her "It's your sister's phone! It is what can lead us to her! And he-… Damn…" I see her eyes start to shine, as if she wants to cry. I place my hands on her cheeks, caressing her slowly. I should not have told her that this phone was very important, now I feel guilty seeing this reaction. "Macie, calm down, you know I can fix it." I try to calm her down. Now she is the one who is angry with Thomas. "But Jake, it's Hannah's phone-" "I know... I know..." I see her look away from me and I force her to look at me, slowly "Hey... Look at me... It is not your fault..." "But I was in charge of the phone… I didn't get there on time and he messed it up… Jake, I'm sorry… I'm really sorry…" "Do not worry, breath calmly." She try to imitate me. I can see how angry she is. Little by little she is relaxing. Without looking away from my eyes.

Once calmed down, we stayed silent, looking at each other. "Okay... I'm better now..." she says a little calmer "I'll talk to him." "Yes, you should." Because if I did, I don't think I be so nice.

I return to the computer while she leaves with her the phone. From time to time I hear her throw the odd curse under her breath.

I try to focus on the cell phone that Thomas has screwed up… again always poking around where he shouldn't. As I fix it, I'm also looking at the tests we have so far, worrying about the situation. A fear begins to run through my body when I see the photo of Amy's news image. I like to think that Hannah is still alive because she was held captive by Michael. I do not want to think that perhaps by meddling where she should not, he caused her death, that by meddling with Macie, he changed his plans and killed her. I could not live with the guilt. And I for putting her in and for not being able to do anything to help her.

I cannot stop looking at the photos of the mural. Hannah's guilty name in that designated place. Justice should not be dispensed this way. Although I am the least suitable to talk about how a crime should be committed. I put the photo of Hannah aside, making a list of questions I want to ask her when she finds her… If that… "Jake?" I listen behind me and continue to stare at the computer. "You've been suspecting that Hannah is dead for a while now, haven't you?" I stop writing, looking at the photo of her. I do not know what Michael is capable of since we found out about the body, but I want to think that there is still hope. "You don’t even have to answer that" I listen to her carefully and I hear that she is approaching slowly ". I just want you to know, something" her words sound soft, as if she had already prepared them, I do not notice that she is nervous "Jake... I want to be there for you" I turn around slowly after listening to her. Her smile is warm. Her position makes the afternoon light that peeks through the cracks in the blinds illuminate her, making her look like a celestial being. Someone pure ", even if it's difficult. I don't care… I never will." I leave the computer for a moment and approach her. I caress her face carefully, until I lower my hand to her back, to attract her so I can hug her. Macie hugs me back hard, grabbing my sweatshirt. I also want to be next to her. "Thank you Macie..."

Chapter 37

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duskaris · 7 months

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OC-tober Day 10: Mercy

I actually finished this yesterday but never got around to posting it since I had an assignment to do plus it was my brother's birthday. Anyways, more Jay backstory time!

Prompts: @oc-tober2023

CW: Dehumanization (Usage of it/its for someone who does not use those pronouns), mentions of mass murder

Aeryn was sitting in her office, finishing up her day's work when a light knock caught her attention as a familiar face peeked around the open door.

“Hello Lyra, you got something for me?” Aeryn smiled at her friend.

“Captain Jymes and his crew are back, they’ll be at the entrance in the next few minutes,” Lyra reported. Good news, Aeryn guessed from Lyra’s energy. The watchers would’ve done a count and been the first to know if someone wasn’t coming home. If the threat Jymes had been sent to deal with was true, it was an unfortunate possibility.

“Thanks, I’ll be right up,” Aeryn replied, already gathering some papers together, a haphazard attempt to make the desk look tidy before she left. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Lyra nod and bounce off.

By the time she made it to the entrance the group was already inside, milling about and chatting while they shrugged off their gear and luggage. “Welcome back, I assume the threat was dealt with?” Aeryn asked, the room quieting as she announced her presence. They looked between each other, no one willing to meet her eyes. Her eyes narrowed in on Jymes. “Well?”

“We would’ve dealt with the threat, Commander, but someone-” He turned his head to glare vaguely behind him. A few Blades scattered out of the way to reveal Wren with her arm wrapped tightly around a small child. “-disobeyed my direct orders.”

“What exactly am I looking at?” she asked, her mind racing with possibilities.

“That’s the obski, there” the captain explained, pointing at the child with a look of disgust. “It’s a shifter.” Confused, Aeryn studied the boy closer, he had jet black hair but eyes of light brown. He was clean, but his clothes were worn and too small, despite also being unhealthily thin. Most strikingly were the Solium cuffs around his wrists, the signature red glint visible in the light of the entryway. She was surprised she hadn’t noticed them until now. “We chased the obski away from a village, following a trail of blood.” Jymes explained further. “The trail ended where we found him. He admits it too, if you ask him.”

“Is this true?” Aeryn directed to the boy. His eyes never left the floor as he hesitantly nodded. A flash of anger and fear flooded through her, but she quickly stifled it. The solium cuffs should negate any risk to the present company. Jymes took her silence as an invitation to continue.

“I gave my archer the order to shoot but she refused, and has since disrupted any attempts to get rid of it by putting herself in the way. You need to tell her to get away from him so I can finish my job.” Aeryn seriously considered it. If the boy were a Magi shifter with an Obski form, he was dangerous. He had already destroyed several villages that left few survivors, and in an enclosed space like this, who knew the damage he could cause before someone could stop him. Still, dangerous could be useful. Obski’s were notoriously hard to kill and thought to be extinct. It was not a threat enemies of Elkai would be prepared for.

“Wren,” she started and Jymes puffed up his chest like he’d won, “I’ve known you a while now and I trust you and your judgement.” She ignored Jymes indignant huff. “That does not give you the luxury to do whatever you want, but I would at least like to hear your reasoning.” That seemed to be good enough to placate Jymes, who obviously wasn’t happy, but at least was not openly protesting.

“I couldn’t shoot a child, Aeryn,” Wren began softly. “Especially when we didn’t know for sure yet what was going on. I decided to talk to him first, and the captain was right,” her friend admitted. “He is the obski we were chasing. He’s a Magi, but he’s not like Mikel. He is completely out of control of what the obski form does, they’re more, uh, distinct, than the other shifter Magi.” That somehow both complicated and simplified everything. A lack of control made him a sword with a blade on both ends, more likely to cut you then your foe. Yet it also gave him innocence. Looking at him, the way he was pressed into Wren’s side, clinging to her like a lifeboat. She saw him for what he was, a terrified child listening to adults discuss if he should live or die.

“So what are we doing with it, it’s clearly a threat-” Jymes started and an argument broke out.

“He’s a child!”

“It’s a monster who’s killed people.”

“He had no control over it,”

“That’s the problem.”

“Enough, both of you,” Aeryn barked, and two faces snapped towards her. “I am the commander, I will make the decision here, and neither of you will argue it. Do you understand?” They both nodded wordlessly, and Aeryn felt a tinge of satisfaction in the way Jymes’ mouth hung open. “He’s hurt and killed many people with a power he can’t control. That’s a problem and a potential threat to the Blades safety. At present he cannot be allowed to freely move among us.” Jymes smirked at Wren like he’d just won, but Aeryn wasn’t finished. “Yet Wren is also correct. We can’t kill a child for something out of his control and besides, the Blades have taken in many people who have knowingly done wrong.” She paused for emphasis and looked between the captain and Wren, daring either of them to interrupt her.

“What I propose is this: we put him in one of the holding rooms. The door and adjacent wall can be lined in solium to prevent damage should he lose control again. If he can learn control of his powers then after some time he can join the Blades proper.” Aeryn could feel her heart beating in her chest, adrenaline pumping through her like a drug.

“And if he can’t?” Jymes asked. It was a reasonable question, but Aeryn hesitated to put anything into specifics. At least not before she consulted someone with more knowledge on this.

“We’ll deal with that if the time comes.” It was weak but it was the best she could do for now. “Is this acceptable to both of you?” Wren immediately nodded, squeezing the boy’s shoulder. Jymes was another matter.

“Are you sure? Shouldn’t we be asking the council for their recommendation?” Jymes pushed.

“Are you questioning the commander?” Aeryn asked pointedly, voice cold and laced with venom.

“Well, no-” Jymes stuttered.

“The council’s recommendation is just that, a recommendation. I am the commander. Whatever I decide to do is the final decision. Do I make myself clear?” Aeryn held eye contact, focused on keeping her face calm and authoritative until the captain looked mildly uncomfortable.

“Yes Commander, very clear,” Jymes finally relented, and Aeryn let out a breath of relief. Still, never one to surrender, Jymes continued down a different avenue. “There’s still the matter of Wren going against orders. She needs to be punished for that.” Luckily, Aeryn already had a plan for this.

“I absolutely agree,” Aeryn replied, barely managing to contain a mischievous smile. Wren watched Aeryn carefully, alarmed but trusting the process. “I think it is only fitting that since she’s the reason the boy was brought here, she should also be responsible for attending to his needs. He won’t be able to go to the mean hall so she will be responsible for bringing him food and whatever else he requires.” Aeryn watched as Wren’s shoulder’s lost their tension. Both of them knew that Wren would’ve done that regardless, but making it official would get the captain off their backs.

“Good. It wouldn’t be fair for anyone else to risk their lives for her impudence,” the captain replied, unable to resist throwing in a snide remark.

“Enough, Jymes,” Aeryn reprimanded, a hint of warning in her voice. “The matter is settled and I’m sure everybody is tired from travelling. Go get some food and some rest. Jymes, I expect a full report on my desk in the next few days. You’re dismissed.”

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send-noodles-not-nudes · 2 years

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IKYKBHD3 Teaser—Pie Time.

A/N: Lemme know if you wanna be put on my tags list for IKYKBHD things!!

Finished with dinner and sensing the awkward tension, Lassiter stood up to drop his plate in the sink. Rather than sitting back down, he cleared his throat and said, “Well, I should probably get going. Thank you for dinner, it was exce—“ “How about you stay for pie,” Spenser offered, an almost pleading look in her eyes. It wasn’t a question, and even he could read the subtext that screamed ‘do NOT leave me alone to be interrogated; we’re in this together whether you like it or not’. He cleared his throat again anxiously, shooting a glance at the other men at the table. “I guess it would be rude to say no,” he mumbled, sitting back down. Spenser let out a sigh of relief. The group chatted idly for a few minutes before coming to the conclusion that it was a bit too early for pie, deciding it was time for another Thanksgiving tradition instead: Charlie Brown and the Macy’s parade. They watched both shows together every year, though none of them were entirely sure why. Spenser figured it was just a time filler between the main meal and dessert, while Shawn concluded it was just their dad’s way of getting to spend more time with his kids. Either way, the group found themselves migrating to the living room, Spenser suddenly regretting holding Lassiter captive when she watched Shawn sprawl out over the entire couch. She knew what he was doing, and unfortunately, her father was a little too happy to help.

The seating situation at the Spencer house was simple: there was the chair that everyone but Henry was banned from sitting in, the three-seater sofa Shawn was currently hogging, and the two-seat loveseat that remained waiting for the inevitable couple-to-be’s butts. Even though she knew what he was doing (and therefore, how he’d reply), Spenser still found herself poking her brother’s forehead. “Scooch, you mooch,” she mumbled, shoving his shoulder in a failed attempt to get him to move. “No. I’m not sitting next to a Lassiter, but I’m also not sitting next to a liar. You won’t share your information, and I won’t share my couch.” “You’re kind of a little bitch sometimes, do you know that?” “I prefer bite-sized bitch; the alliteration is nicer.”

Spenser rolled her eyes, flicking her brother’s forehead. “Putz.” “Just go sit on the loveseat. It’s not gonna kill you,” Henry promised. By then, Lassiter had already plopped down. “Don’t call it a loveseat,” she grumbled, face scrunched up unpleasantly. She could tell that he knew something. Maybe that meant her charade was up. On his end, anyways. “Why not? That’s just the name of the piece of furniture.” Yup, he definitely knew something. “Not when I’m sitting on it with him,” she said, flopping down defeatedly onto the cushion, squinting at her dad as threateningly as one could squint. “It’s just called a sofa.” It was then that she’d gotten a text from Onyx. Clearly, given that it was in all caps and missing punctuation, they must have been excited for the situation. “ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT SPENSER ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE” the text read. Spenser didn’t even bother with a reply, simply shutting her phone off until later notice. Even though Onyx knew what she’d done, they still sent her one last text: “Coward <3” Unsure if she was feeling more annoyed or cornered, Spenser suddenly became aware of the fact that she had no clue how to sit ‘properly’ on the couch. Let’s just say that the bi chair exists for a reason; it’s almost kind of a law that queer people can’t sit straight. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have been a problem. However, with half the room to sprawl out in and a new audience to act professional in front of, Spenser suddenly found herself even more uncomfortable than she had been when this entire ordeal had started. To compromise, she ended up throwing her head back onto the cushion behind her in annoyance, taking her bun out to fidget with the hair tie for a moment before falling asleep roughly ten minutes into the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving movie.

It was a good thing that she didn’t notice things as strongly from her psychometry while she was asleep, because it took less than five minutes for Spenser’s apparently heavy head to roll from the couch cushion and onto the organic cushion that was Lassiter’s shoulder. As always, Spenser was hit with yet another unwanted replay of the laundrovision, but she didn’t really seem to care. Asleep, she didn’t have the same anxieties surrounding the situation the laundrovision put the two of them in. With that barrier removed, she found herself actually enjoying the scene around her, for once; the scenic walk through the park, the chilled winter air, the weird sense of safety she felt around him, the lack of pressure to keep up a rivalry due to lack of Shawn. The lack of Shawn was nice in its own right, sometimes. What struck her most as the laundrovision stretched out to encompass more than just their almost-kiss was the character development she saw of Lassiter. With barriers removed and anxiety misplaced, it was easier to see him as a full person. He wasn’t just a detective on a case she was helping with or some antagonistic force toward her brother—and therefore, to some extent, her—as much as he was a fully developed person of his own. When she woke, she would realize something about that that had frightened her: she liked the fully developed version of Lassiter. And worse still, she knew that vision would be coming true at some point.

Things weren’t going much better on Lassiter’s end of things.

Naturally, as soon as Spenser’s sleepy head had grazed the detective’s shoulder, he had earned the glares of both Spencer men, albeit for different reasons. Shawn was just generally angry that Lassiter dared to exist, while Henry was playing more of the long game; he wanted to make sure the detective understood that (both values of) he would not be ok if he did anything even slightly bad to Spenser. Obviously feeling intimidated, Lassiter opted to stare exclusively at the TV for a while, until he couldn’t resist the pull a sleeping Spenser had. Minus the angry looks, the situation seemed liked something out of a sweet domestic fantasy: a Thanksgiving dinner with the woman he loved, who later fell asleep on his shoulder looking rather peaceful. It pained him that the polite thing to do was to be incredibly stiff about it; he wanted to run his fingers through her hair, pull her closer, wrap an arm around her. But he couldn’t. Not this year, anyways. For as painful as it was for Spenser to accept her feelings for him, it was equally or more painful for him to hide his feelings for her. It was a special kind of torture that had been orchestrated almost entirely by accident (or, as Onyx would later correct him, by fate). Still, not wanting to admit to his feelings, he felt the need to find some sort of scapegoat for it, and he landed on Juliet’s lack of presence as his downfall in the night. If she had shown up, maybe things would have been different. Maybe he wouldn’t have been so awkward. Maybe he wouldn’t have accidentally had potatoes thrown on his jacket. Maybe dinner would have been less of a nightmare. Maybe Spenser wouldn’t be asleep on his shoulder.

But was that really so bad? The only real fault he could find with the situation was that his feelings were supposedly unrequited, though the glares he got from the Spencer men suggested that maybe… they weren’t. Clearly, they saw something going on between the two dumbasses on the loveseat that concerned them enough to take up their energy and their attention. The whole vibe of the night had been off since the moment he’d stepped through that door. Hell, even before then! Or was he just being egomaniacal, putting words in Spenser’s mouth (or, well, feelings in her heart)? Every time he thought he had this figured out, something new came along to make it more complicated. A gorgeous woman drove into the station one night and helped solve a crime? Well, she just happened to be Shawn Spencer’s older sister who’s sometimes somehow more Shawnish than Shawn is. They have a rivalry just like he has with the baby Spencer? Well, now they buy each other coffee and chat like old friends. She made it clear that she didn’t have feelings for him? Well, now her family, her cheeks, and her actions were saying otherwise. Everything was a mess, and God, what he wouldn’t give for a clue. He was far beyond clueless, at this point. He felt like a teenager again, all these loud feelings screaming at him with no idea what to do about it.

He had more than enough time stew in his screaming thoughts. The parade was a pretty long program, and Spenser showed no signs of waking up any time soon to save Lassiter from the special corner of Hell that seemed personally designed for him by Satan. Ironically, Shawn thought the same thing about the situation, just for obviously different reasons. Even more ironically, Spenser seemed to be the only one who was actually enjoying herself—naps were always nice, and she was having quite lovely dreams ~~that would inevitably come true later on~~ that she would conveniently forget upon waking. Simply put, the laundrovision was neither the first nor the last of its kind, and constant contact with the detective meant constant information from her psychometry. She would genuinely forget a lot of the visions when she woke, but they wouldn’t stay gone for very long; it would be only a matter of weeks before the majority of the visions either happened or replayed through later contact. Most ironically, though, was the fact that the person enjoying the situation the most wasn’t even currently present: at their own house with their own family and the love of their own life, Onyx was cackling like a crackhead while absorbing all the things about the situation that they could later use to make fun of both parties. Omniscience was rarely ever this much fun.

When the parade finally ended, Henry awkwardly looked between his kids and the detective before silently gesturing for Shawn to help him out with the pie. Lassiter couldn’t hear what it was that they were talking about while cutting the pie, but it seemed like it had gotten shut down pretty quickly. In the kitchen, the conversation had gone something like this: “I should not be the one cutting this pie. I never have to cut the pie. This is a crime. This is two crimes rolled into one!” “Cutting a pie is not a crime.” “You know what I’m talking about.” “Being your sister’s unwitting pillow is also not a crime.” Shawn plated the smallest piece of pie on its side, gave it a sad wheeze of whipped cream, and went to deliver it to his mOrTaL eNeMy with the knife still in his hand. Henry grabbed his wrist before he could leave the kitchen, looking at his son expectantly. “Shawn. You’re not sneaky.” “That’s exactly the point.” Annoyed and now knifeless, Shawn grabbed a spoon and shuffled over to give the passive aggressive pie to Lassiter. The detective either didn’t notice or didn’t care about Shawn showing his rage through the pie, taking the plate with a small “thanks, Spencer.” “Don’t thank me,” he huffed, looking down at his sister, still fast asleep with her head on the detective’s shoulder. “She’s the one who made it; thank her. Preferably by waking her up.”

He didn’t have to be a genius to tell that Shawn wasn’t exactly happy with the situation. Lassiter set his plate on the arm of the couch for a moment, embarrassed that the younger Spencer had drawn attention to the one thing he was avoiding thinking about. He didn’t know why he was so flustered about it! It’s not like the contact was intentional (or inappropriate, for that matter), like it meant anything, or that he had meant anything from it, but drawing attention to the situation make his cheeks flush just a little. “Right,” he mumbled, clearing his throat awkwardly in some lame attempt to keep from flustering any more. Gently, he tapped Spenser’s shoulder to wake her up. She stirred a little, but instead of waking up, she’d simply readjusted so her head was now resting on the detective’s chest. He swallowed nervously, suddenly 20 times more conscious that her overprotective little brother was standing mere feet away from them with quick access to sharp knives. At least it couldn’t get worse from here, right? “Spencer,” he wheezed, “Wake up. There’s pie.” It felt like it took a million years for her to move, but the psychic finally sat up, cueing Shawn to go back to the kitchen to get more pie. The Latina seemed quite groggy from her nap, rubbing her eyes and muttering something about having “really weird dreams” before the realization hit her. Mortified and suddenly not feeling sleepy, she looked over at the man next to her, eyes wider than the pie she’d baked. She ran a hand though her messy hair and wiped the corner of her mouth to check for any drool that may have escaped while she’d snoozed. She clenched her jaw, shifting her position so she was now sitting on her legs, angled away from the detective with her back half-facing him. The only eye contact she made was with the eye shaped spot in the grain of the hardwood floor. Shawn came back with her pie and she didn’t dare look him in the eye, taking the plate with an embarrassed, high-pitched “thank you, Shawny.”

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lily-drake · 3 years

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Jason: holy shit- she's so tiny!

Dick: *agitated* Jason, focus, what do we do??

Jason: *coos at the baby Marinette* I haven't seen her this small in forever.

Dick: we need- Jason! Focus! what do we do???

Jason: *shrugs* wait it out? I don't know.

Inspired by @bambicambi

Annoyance coursed through Marinette’s veins as she saw the new Akuma of the day. Of course it happened when her family came to visit. Looking up to the sky and praying for strength she turned her back to the chaos, something she would soon regret. Her brothers were asking her what the heck was going on, and as she opened her mouth a baby pink ray of light hit her, and Marinette poofed and in her place sat 4-year-old Marinette Wayne.

Jason and Dick stared at the small child on the ground in shock and after the moments were over Jason eagerly picked her up and spun her around.

“Holy sh*! She’s so tiny!”

Jason called out as he held the small giggling girl to his chest. Dick, was rightfully frustrated and walking in small circles and quickly said,

“Jason, focus, what do we do?”

Upon hearing Jason making cooing noises, he swiftly turned to look at Jason.

“I haven’t seen her this small in forever!”

He exclaimed, nuzzling his nose against the small Marinette.

“We need-Jason! Focus! What do we do?”

Jason shrugged as he held Marinette against his hip. She giggled and tugged at his jacket.

“Wait it out? I don’t know.”

Dick opened her mouth, but stopped when Marinette began to speak.

“Jay-Jay! Ride! Ride!”

Jason’s grin grew and gently set her down while holding her hand. He squared down and carefully released her hand. He could not express the pure amount of joy he felt when she climbed onto his back and wrapped her tiny hands around his neck.

“Jason, have you just forgotten the weirdly dressed flying child that not only turned Marinette, but all of Paris into kids?!”

He…had forgotten. But can you blame him? Marinette was so tiny when she was a kid, and he hadn’t seen her like this in forever.

“Look, contact Zatanna while I keep her safe and distracted.”

Dick sighed in relief replying,

“Alri-wait a minute.”

Jason was already running with a giddily screaming Marinette.

“No fair, I want to cuddle my baby sister too!”

He sighed in frustration, and no he was not pouting. Quickly pulling out his communicator he dialed Zatanna.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I’m in Paris visiting some family, and this flying kid in really weird clothes is going around de-aging people. Could you come see what’s going on please?”

“Pardon, but what?”

“Yea, it sho-“

Dick quickly ran through the streets dodging beams that were now directed towards him. Why did stuff like this always happen when they traveled?

A few moments later a portal opened and he had never been more relieved to see Zatanna in his life. Zatanna looked around and looked at the villain. As she studied it and was about to jump in, a neon butterfly mask appeared over the child’s face and she realized what this was.

“I can’t do anything, sorry Dick.”

“What?! Why?!”

“This is ancient magic, probably the most ancient magic in the universe. There should be others…, see,”

She said pointing to a cat-like figure in the distance. Dick stared in confusion, what was happening?

While Dick was trying to figure everything out Jason was having the time of his life with Tiny Mari. He was especially thankful that when she was blasted that her clothes were transformed into a white t-shirt and overalls with lions stitched throughout them. He had taken so many pictures of them. We’re people running around everywhere scared, yes, yes they were. But that didn’t stop him from enjoying as much time as he could with his tiny sister like he used to.

“Jay-Jay! There’s a fairy in my pocket!”

“How is there a fairy in the Pixie’s pocket?”

He asked jokingly while swinging the hands back and forth!

“Lookin lookie! It’s a Ladybug fairy! She’s so pwetty.”

Marinette held Tikki in both of her hands and jumped up and down trying to get him to look. Jason chuckled and looked down at the toy. It was cute, he had never seen something like it before. Then it blinked, and flew out of Marinette’s hand, and oh gosh, IT CAN TALK?!

“Marinette, you need to help Chat Noir defeat the akuma?”

“Akuma matata!”

Marinette called out with a giggle. Jason would have laughed, if it weren’t for the flying bug thing talking to his sister, who was currently 4, telling her to help someone defeat the crazed villain.

“Woah! Are you insane?! Look at her?! How do you expect her to fight?!”

The thing looked conflicted before sighing and saying,

“Well, do you want to fight it? You just need to wear the earrings, I can run you through what you need to do!”

“No!”

Marinette screamed.

“I want to be like you and daddy! It’s my turn to help people!”

“Marinette, you're too young.”

Tears began to well up in the small child’s eyes.

“I-it’s no fair! You al-always say that! I want to help!”

She finished stamping her foot definitely with a sharp glare. Jason sighed in exhaustion and turned to the floating creature. He mumbles under his breath,

“Can’t believe I’m letting this happen.”

He knew by the way Marinette was gripping at her ears and the definence in her stance. He could easily take them by force, but he didn’t want to hurt her or make her angry and feel betrayed.

“Can you assure above all else that she will be completely and utterly safe. I will join as well in my hero suit to make absolutely sure.”

“Yes, she has a partner as well who will watch out for her.”

He sighed in relief at that, but there was a new and very heavy weight on his chest that wouldn’t leave until this event was over. He listened to the fairy tell Marinette what she needed to do and almost smiled at the determined face she was making. Her cheeks were so chubby and-no, focus! He pulled out an extra domino mask he always carried with him and zipped up his leather jacket. When he turned around there was a burst of pink light and where Tiny Mari once stood stood his sister in the cutest outfit he had ever seen! It was similar to his old Robin outfit, but closer to Tim’s as she thankfully felt that there needed to be pants. She had small wings on her back with a black cape with red bottom edges that shielded them from view. And in her hands was a tiny yo-yo. Before anything else could happen, he quickly pulled out his phone and took pictures. He wanted to show this to Bruce and brag, sue him.

Soon after that they both left to the rooftops. He was honestly surprised by how easily she maneuvered around the roofs and how easily her yo-yo grappled and released from things. They soon landed next to a Cat Woman knock-off who turned to look at them in surprise and exhaustion. When Marinette saw him she quickly turned to him and tugged on his sleeve. Jason crouched down and Mini-bug leaned close to his ear and whispered,

“Does Selie have a son?”

Jason snickered and glanced up at the kid. He seemed to have heard them if the ears twitching and confused look said anything.

“No Pix. He was just inspired.”

“Oh, okie-dokie!”

“So, I’m assuming you two know each other and she was hit out of suit?”

“Yep, basically.”

“Right. Well, we just need to break the wand, but I can’t get close.”

“Little Lady, cast your charm.”

Mini-bug puffed up her cheeks making her old —and most adorable— thinking face before yelling out while throwing the yo-yo into the air,

“Lucky Charm!”

“A red and black spotted rubber bullet dropped into Mini's awaiting palms. Jason promptly took the bullet and loaded it into his gun, it was the perfect fit. The hideously dressed child flew over to them and flourished her wand creating the opening Jason needed. With one quick shot the bullet flew through the air and hit the wand causing it to snap. A black and purple butterfly began to fly out and mini quickly caught it. She quickly released it bouncing on her heels in pure joy as a wide smile grew onto her face.

“Told ya I coul’ do it!”

“Yes you did, good job Pix.”

Chat Noir, who they hadn’t noticed disappeared, came back with the bullet and handed it to the small girl. She threw the bullet into the air jumping up as well and yelled out,

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

Millions of Ladybugs flew through the air repairing damages and Turing people back to normal ending with Ladybug herself. Ladybug looked around confusedly and saw Chat on her right and Red Hood on her left. Memories of the past hour flashed through her mind and she promptly hid her face in her hands and a deep blush bloomed across her face.

“This is a disaster, a complete disaster.”

“I don’t know Bug, was it?”

Jason asked with a crap eating grin.

“Yes.”

Came her mumbled response. Jason laughed and ruffled her hair, Marinette was too miserable to care.

“We should go make sure golden boy isn’t panicking too much, don’t ya think?”

Marinette sighed tiredly and nodded, I guess so.

“Sorry Chat, I promise I’ll explain later. Bug out.”

And as quickly as she could she swung away with Red Hood laughing and not too far behind.

“B is going to hate that he missed this.”

He called through the air causing a loud groan to escape her lips.

“Don’t show him!”

“Too late Pix, already sent them all to the group chat.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you to Babybug.”

Marinette groaned again and Jason laughed all the way to where they found Dick and Zatanna talking in an alleyway.

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Harley's Plea for Help ch. 6

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6-- you are here

Yet another night of barely any sleep, but this time Marinette didn’t have the coffee-angel Red Robin at her rescue. No, instead she had to go completely uncaffeinated until she and her class got to Wayne Enterprises. Madame Mendelieve could only sigh as she watched Marinette scamper off to the café as soon as they made it past the initial security of the building. A couple of her classmates chuckled or snorted at her familiar behavior.

It was the same barista at the register as before, but this time Marinette felt too tired to properly order or be adventurous in looking for new flavors.

“I feel like death. I don’t care if it tastes like pure bean oil today. Flavors will take away from the amount of coffee you can shove in one cup, right?”

The poor barista blinked, eyeing the deep bags forming under the poor girl’s eyes. She sighed. “I had hope yesterday that you were just a normal caffeine addict. Now I see we actually have a second Mister Drake,” she said it as if she was mourning at Marinette’s grave before poking a few buttons on her touchscreen order station and turning her head. “One Insomniac CEO, but not for the boss!” She called out. The barista making the drinks paused for a second with wide eyes.

“We have another one?!” He asked, shocked. “Piece of advice?” He turned to Marinette. “Get some sleep.”

“Sleep is for the dead,” Marinette deadpanned back. “I got stuff I need to do today.”

The guy just shook his head and sighed, making the drink as Marinette paid and left a good tip. The drink came out fairly quickly, and everyone behind the counter stopped for a moment to stare as she gulped down the hot drink with no concern for her tongue or throat. A satisfied sound left her as she finally pulled away from the cup.

“This is really good!” She complimented, turning to the Baristas with a still-tired smile. It would take a minute or two for the coffee to have full effect, but she already felt better. “A little too bitter for my usual tastes, but perfect for days like today. Thanks!” She waved at them before turning around and seeing that her class was already gone again. Before she could fully process that though, a hand slapped down onto her head and ruffled her hair.

Surprised (really, not a lot of people could sneak up on her anymore. Just how tired was she?) she let out a high pitched squeal.

“You’re a good kid,” the soft, slightly scratchy voice that said that made Marinette’s shoulders drop and eyes widen. Tilting her head back she was greeted with the widely-grinning face of Jason Todd. He was once again in the uniform of a security guard.

“Wha— Uh,” Marinette couldn’t quite find the right words right away. She was too stunned. Jason just chuckled, jerking his head to indicate the same door her class had gone through the day before and leading the way over there. Marinette scrambled to catch up.

Once they were far away enough from prying eyes and ears, Marinette cleared her throat.

“Um,” she started. “Did… I mean, do you..?”

“Yeah, our mutual friends had a chat with me last night,” he confirmed casually. He sent her a meaningful look even though his grin never left his face. “Like I said; you’re a good kid. And I’m not goin’ anywhere. You’re not responsible for the things your parents have done, you know.”

The girl at his side hummed noncommittally, not fully convinced but also not wanting to argue.

“You’re not,” he repeated firmly, stopping in the middle of the side-hallway. They could see her class at the other end getting checked in, but didn’t make a move to join them yet. “I mean it. The stuff that happened to me, none of that was you. Hell, you were a little kid back then. And there’s nothing you could have done to stop it, either. I’m not gonna hold anything against you just because you’re his child. You didn’t ask to be,” he shrugged. “Besides, I get it. Biological relation doesn’t equal family. Trust me,” his grin was gone and a tired one replaced it. “I know that better than most people.”

The pigtailed girl could only gulp, taking a deep breath as she forced down the tears that wanted to bubble up. She had had this conversation with Adrien a few times, but even then she had been convinced that he just didn’t understand. He was just being nice. But this— Jason’s words were more valuable than gold to her. He had no reason to be nice, so it had to be at least partially sincere.

“Thanks,” she whispered once she was positive she wasn’t going to break. She lifted her cup up and took a long sip of her coffee. The slight burn against her tongue helped ground her. “That means more than you know.”

Jason chuckled. “Nah. The fact that you stood up for me to the Bat,” his grin returned to his face full blast, making dimples appear on his cheeks. “Now that, you have no idea how much that means to me. You must have some serious guts to lecture that guy, too. Is it too late to adopt you for myself?”

That tore a quick laugh out of her, making her classmate’s head whip over to the opposite end of the hallway where she and Jason were. She quickly quieted herself, but her eyes danced with amusement as she looked up at Jason. “You’re too young to be my parent anyway, but I wouldn’t say no to a brother,” she joked. Jason’s eyes sparkled.

“Good, exactly what I was aiming for!” He slipped a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. “That’s my number. Call me if you ever need anything, got it?” He turned to resume leading her back to her class and she quickly slipped the paper into her pocket before anyone saw and got the wrong idea. “And I mean anything.”

Marinette just smiled and nodded. By then, they were close enough for Alya to smirk and ask; “What took ya so long, girl?”

“Oh,” Marinette shuffled a little on her feet before an observation gave her a last minute idea and she straightened up with a wide smile. “We just got distracted talking about motorcycles!”

Jason’s eyebrows raised for a quick second before he settled his expression again and played along. He had figured that not many people knew about her biological family. That part made sense. But she had been a total mess just the day before when she had tried to lie about Paris’ little villain problem in front of Bruce. How was she able to actually come up with a good lie this time around, when she had been just as much put on the spot? He wondered to himself about what was different about this situation to allow her to lie more easily. Maybe Bruce not being there was part of it— she seemed easily flustered by famous people.

Think of the devil, because no sooner had that thought finished developing in Jason’s mind before Bruce Wayne walked into the hallway with a paparazzi-ready smile. Jason rolled his eyes and sunk to the back of the group silently, sinking back into his job and keeping an eye on their surroundings. He listened as Alya laughed softly and elbowed Marinette even as the group turned their attention to Bruce.

“You and your bikes,” Alya teased. “If someone knew enough about motorcycles, I bet you’d marry them on the spot.”

“Nah,” Marinette whispered back. “If they gave me a really nice one though? That’s marriage potential for sure.”

The two girls laughed for a second before focusing back on the tour. Adrien wasted no time making his way to Marinette’s side, silent questions in his eyes. Jason watched with interest as the two seemed to silently communicate with one another. It was obvious that Adrien was calling her lie, and Marinette was essentially silently telling him that she would explain later. It was so seamless and subtle that if Jason hadn’t been extremely familiar with that kind of communication already, he wouldn’t have noticed it. Once again his eyebrows rose a tick on his forehead, and he made a mental note of the interaction. That kind of silent conversation wasn’t an easy thing to do with people. It was most commonly seen in married or otherwise long-term couples, childhood friends, family, or hero partners. The childhood friends and family sections were already ruled out from their background check on her and Harley herself had mentioned that even though Marinette had once crushed on Adrien, she had unofficially adopted the boy as her brother since then. Though, their time as close friends was only documented as having lasted about a year. That wasn’t quite enough time for that sort of effortless silent communication to be possible.

Of course, Jason had his suspicions already. But there was no rush, either. The Clown was on the move and more important to focus on for now. He could focus on the puzzle that was Marinette and Adrien later.

Bruce took over the tour as he had the day before, and the class was instantly riveted once again. If the fact that they were being led through the building by the very man who owned it wasn’t awesome enough to get everyone’s full attention, the man’s personality was. He came off a little carefree and very kind, but there was an obvious undercurrent of just how much he loved his company that showed that he did take it and his job seriously. Just, not too seriously either. And he interjected everywhere he could with personal stories and anecdotes and little bits of his family history that the normal tour guides might not have known. It was not long after he announced that he was going to take them to a lower lab set aside specifically for their class’ tour, so that they could do their first interactive activity, that jason found the opportunity to sidle up next to Marinette on the opposite side from where Adrien walked alongside her.

“So,” he said casually. “How’d you know I ride a motorcycle?” he smirked to show he wasn’t upset as he looked down at her curiously. Marinette blinked, taking her attention away from Bruce to look over at Jason. Once his words registered, she smiled widely and pointed to one of his pockets. The corners of his bike gloves flopped over the edge.

“I noticed those. I figured you’d have a negative reaction that might give us away if my lie was too off the mark, and I do have a habit of saying stupid things if I don’t have a clue or something to play off of. I also had to make it believable for the class, and they all know that my Nonna has played a huge part in my love for motorcycles. I plan on getting a license to drive one when I turn sixteen later this year,” she told him softly. “I tend to gush whenever I see a cool bike, so I knew they wouldn’t question it.”

Jason huffed a little bit of laughter under his breath. It was like the trope of a character looking at random items in the room to come up with a fake name, but somehow it had actually worked for her. She was quick-witted and clever, he had to admit. And observant.

“I was running late, so I must have left them in my pocket when I was changing,” he admitted, unbothered. “Ah, here we are,” he nodded to return the two teen’s (he had noticed Adrien paying close attention as he and Marinette had their conversation) attention back to the tour. Bruce opened the door for the class with a flourish, gesturing for everyone to go in.

“Since these first few days are going to be tours and lessons about working in general, your first activity of your trip is to solve various problems we’ve given you based on real situations that WE employees have been in before. Split up into groups, and choose a table. Each table has a different problem covering a different industry. Reporting, Science— specifically research and development, business management, and entertainment…”

—*—*—*—*—*

“It’s straight,” Adrien assured her, trying to keep himself from laughing as Marinette straightened his tie for the millionth time. “I promise. And you look fantastic.”

Marinette stepped back, nodding at Adrien’s appearance in approval. “I know. We both look great, but…” she fidgeted and then stepped forward to go right back to over-straightening his tie. Adrien snorted, grabbing her hands before she could touch the poor thing again and lowering her arms to her sides.

“Calm down. Like you said, we both look great. You don’t have a single hair out of place, the outfits you made us look amazing, and my tie is at a perfect ninety degree angle to my collar. Take the model’s word for it,” he teased with a lopsided grin. “We look ready for the front cover of a magazine. So just take a deep breath, because we should get down to the lobby soon to wait for the ride he’s sending for us.”

“Right,” Marinette nodded. She followed his advice and took a deep breath. Once she was suitably calmed, she opened her eyes and nodded at him. Adrien smiled and held out his arm, making Marinette snort as she took hold of it gently and let him lead her to the elevator.

Bruce had not specified whether the dinner was going to be casual or formal, but with the fact that his kids were going to be present and it was at his own house, Marinette had a feeling it was going to be more of a casual thing than if they had went out to a fancy restaurant with a black tie dress code. At the same time, this was the Wayne manor they were talking about. She didn’t want to be underdressed, either. Not to mention that it was her design skills that had played a huge part in her winning the contest in the first place, so she felt like she had to show her work again to prove that they had chosen the right person.

A playful wolf whistle greeted the two of them when they got down to the lobby. Alya was, to no one’s surprise, the perpetrator. She stood in the lobby with Alix, Nino, and Max, who all had known about the dinner and agreed to be there to see the two of them off and put Marinette’s worries to rest. The four of them jogged over, Alix smiling and adding her own soft whistle of appreciation.

“You guys look great,” the short skater assured them, taking the time to skate slow circles around them to make sure that nothing was wrong with their outfits. “I think you’ve outdone yourself, Mari! Very cool.”

Alya nodded eagerly, bouncing in place with a wide, beaming smile on her face. “Ah! The both of you look ready to kick ass and woo rich people!” she added. Max pushed his glasses up on his nose with a small grin.

“There is a ninety-five percent chance of your work impressing all of the Waynes,” he said in his own version of encouragement.

“You guys got this!” Nino shot them a thumbs up. “They beat me to all the stuff I wanted to say.”

Marinette beamed, laughing along with her friends as she allowed herself to relax a little. Adrien’s outfit was of her own making, a subtle way for him to rebel since his father had sent him with his own Gabriel brand suit should an appropriate opportunity to wear it come up. Adrien had no plans of ever putting his father’s suit on his body. In an effort to spice up formal men’s wear a bit without making the whole thing white and silver like Gabriel wanted, Marinette had made him a classic silk shirt in black, with short sleeves that fell at that perfect halfway point between his elbow and shoulder. The sleeves had thick cuffs in a dark forest green, with decorative straight stitches on the seams in a bright magenta pink thread. On top of that was a corset-style sleeveless vest with a deep V. The majority of the vest was the same black as the shirt, but with dark green hand-stitched swirls that were just barely bright enough to be contrasted against the black. It created a very subtle pattern that would be hard to see in the wrong lighting, but would make it look that much more expensive and elaborate in the right lighting. The lapel of the vest was in the same dark forest green as the cuffs of his shirt, with a few decorative swirls embroidered on the very corners. The piping of the corset-vest made three curved lines on either side of his waist, curling from mid-rib cage to his waist. It gave him a slightly more feminine twist to his outfit, making his waist look smaller even though it wasn’t actually pulled very tight on him— it was mostly the illusion made by the piping rather than the actual tightness of the garment. The two outside piping lines were done in a magenta pink, while the middle piping line was once again in dark forest green. Unlike most corset-style vests, this one had no buttons or zipper on the front at all. Instead, it was closed only by corset lacing in the back, the laces done in such a dark shade of green that it was almost black, while the eyelets that the laces were threaded through were that same magenta pink as the piping and decorative stitches elsewhere on the outfit. The tie that Marinette had spent so long making sure was straight was almost entirely soft lace, but it was layered in such a way with layers of sheer green and pink lace that it looked like it was a constant swirl of the two colors. If someone got close enough to see the pattern of the lace tie, they would notice that it was a pattern of cats chasing a butterfly.

Underneath the artistic top of the outfit were black dress pants, once again with thick forest-green cuffs on the bottoms. But instead of the decorative stitching, the pant legs flared a bit at the ankles for just a little extra drama. Magenta-pink Oxfords peeked out of the wide cuffs. The green detailing made Adrien’s eyes pop, while the pink accents gave his boyish charm a little more of a feminine touch that almost seemed to highlight his naturally sensitive and charming nature.

In contrast, Marinette wore a sleeveless pink pantsuit. It was the same shade as the pink accents in Adrien’s outfit, and had a built-in corset as well that went only around her natural waist. The corset boning on Marinette was a solid black, while the rest was just the same base pink as the majority of the suit. The black of the boning seemed to flow downwards, changing from boning into thick hand-embroidery in thread of the exact same black. The embroidery flowed down the sides of both legs, in the shape of tree branches and apple blossoms. Pale green accents in the form of swirls at her high neckline and a pale green lace capelet that was the only thing covering her shoulders helped tie her outfit in with Adrien’s. She also wore pale green low kitten heels and her black hair up in a braided bun. With how her pant legs were form-hugging until they flared out slightly at the heel, and the lack of sleeves exposed her toned arms and shoulders and emphasized her strength there without making her look unbalanced or too masculine for the rest of the outfit’s style, she looked ready to rock the business world. Her bright blue eyes clashed with the green details of the outfit just enough to bring attention to them, assuring that people who met her eyes would not be able to easily look away.

The quick snap of a phone’s flash went off, drawing everyone’s attention to Madame Bustier. She was beaming at all of them, and had just taken a picture of her two students all dressed up. She waved her phone happily. “I’m sending this picture to the both of you. I’m so proud of you guys!” she gushed.

Marinette and Adrien both blushed deep red, shifting in their spots. They were confident in their looks, and Adrien was just as proud of his pseudo-sister, but neither of them was very good at handling so much positive attention aimed only at them. Especially not from their extremely sincere friends and teacher.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng?” An older gentleman with a British accent turned everyone’s attention to him. The first thing Marinette thought was that he had kind eyes. He also had soft wisps of white hair on his head, carefully trimmed and slicked back. Of course, Marinette and Adrien also couldn’t miss the high quality and perfect press of his carefully maintained suit. Once he had shown all the proper credentials to Madame Bustier, he introduced himself to the two well-dressed teens with a shallow bow. “I am Alfred Pennyworth, the butler for Wayne Manor. I am to escort the both of you there for supper tonight.”

“Oh! Thank you so much, Monsieur Pennyworth,” Marinette said, walking up and shaking his hand. Adrien was right by her side the whole time, matching her smile watt for watt and shaking Alfred’s hand with just as much enthusiasm.

“Yeah, thank you for having us over. I know it was technically Bruce who invited Marinette, but you’re probably the one that has to do all the work. So, thank you. We really appreciate it,” he told the man sincerely. Alfred’s answering smile was soft, almost fond.

“Yes, I admit I am in charge of most of the work for tonight. But you shouldn’t worry, it’s no different from any other day at the manor,” he said lightheartedly, a little bit of good natured snark shining through his otherwise proper behavior— “Every last one of the Waynes would die in less than a week without me to keep everything in order,” he joked. “Allow me to lead you to the car.”

Marinette and Adrien followed behind Alfred. She didn’t know if it was the calming aura he put off, or if it was the gentle way his eyes sparkled that made her want to look after him. But whatever it was, she found herself wanting to protect this kind old man already. Which is why her eyebrows slightly pinched together. Before climbing inside the luxurious town car he had brought for them, she couldn’t help but turn to Alfred and ask;

“I hope you aren’t overworked. I don’t want to overstep, Monsieur, but isn’t the Wayne family rather large for one person to look after on their own?”

Alfred laughed gently at that, his eyes once again softening. “Do not worry about me, Miss Dupain-Cheng. They are family to me. And though, yes, you are correct in assuming they are a handful, they are also wonderful people. They help me where they can, but taking care of themselves is not their forte. Being able to do that for them is my greatest joy.”

The wrinkles in Marinette’s brow smoothed out and she smiled. “That’s so sweet. You’re making me want to meet them all even more.”

Something about that twinkle in Alfred’s eye made her feel like he was laughing at some joke she didn’t hear. “I’m sure all of you will get along swimmingly.”

—*—*—*—*—*

“I FOUND HER FIRST!”

Alfred had barely opened the manor’s doors to let Marinette and Adrien inside before the chaos started. Or rather, before they were let in on it— it seemed as if the chaos had already been going on for a while.

Jason skidded across the floor in a mad dash, having to grasp the doorframe he was running out of so that he could turn the corner sharply and veer towards them.

“Tell them, Marinette! I found you first, you’re my sister now, don’t fall for any of their Jedi mind tricks!”

Marinette just blinked, a little caught off guard. It hadn’t exactly sunk into her head until right that moment that ‘Wayne Family dinner’ would include Jason. Her mind was still catching up to the fact that she was seeing him out of his security guard uniform for the first time. He wasn’t dressed up at all, in a well-loved brown leather jacket over a white shirt and dark wash jeans. He still had his motorcycle gloves on. Marinette looked down at first herself, then Adrien.

“Are we overdressed?” She asked with a grimace. Jason huffed.

“Of course not, you guys look amazing! But seriously, tell them that I claimed you as my sister first and none of them are half as cool as me.”

Marinette and Adrien traded glances before laughing together.

“If we’re being technical here,” Adrien drawled mischievously as he straightened out his vest. “I met Marinette first, and she adopted me as her brother long before we met any of you,” he pointed out with a sharp grin.

“Ha!” a younger man laughed pointedly, following after Jason. The newcomer was dressed more formally, in a dress shirt under a very luxurious looking burgundy designer sweater. Under that, he wore black perfectly-pressed slacks and nondescript oxfords. His collar showed signs of housing a tie earlier, but he had clearly taken it off sometime earlier. His hair hung slightly long, framing his face with two long locks while the back of his hair slightly stuck up in all directions in natural tufted curls. Like Jason, his hair was jet black and he had bright blue eyes. He was also about half Jason’s size, much shorter and leaner than his adoptive brother. “He’s got you there, idiot,” he snarked smugly at Jason before turning to the two guests. “Miss Dupain-Cheng, Mister Agreste. I’m Tim Drake-Wayne, it’s nice to finally meet both of you,” he introduced himself as he walked over to shake their hands. “And your outfits are amazing! Did you make them, Miss Dupain-Cheng?”

“Marinette,” she corrected with a lopsided grin. “My last name is a mouthful, and I prefer to just go by Marinette anyway. And yes, I made both of these outfits before we left Paris,” she admitted, trying her best to seem professional. She had already ruined her chances of that with Bruce and Jason, but this time she was prepared!

“They are just as impressive as the rest of your work that I’ve seen. And call me Tim, it’s only fair,” and then he smiled.

Damn his boyish grin. He wasn’t someone Marinette had a crush on— he wasn’t her type— but damn he was unfairly charismatic and charming. His smile temporarily short circuited her brain. That was exactly the kind of boyish smile that had started her crush on Adrien, and that she was unfairly weak for. Now she felt a deep-seated urge to protect this boy and his smile or so help her, someone would be sent to the ER if he was hurt and it wasn’t gonna be her. And she didn’t try to dissuade herself from that strong protective urge, her mother had already assured her that all the Waynes were trustworthy and that Tim in particular shared a lot of her bad habits. She could allow this little bit of vulnerability. Hopefully.

“... I’ve only known you for two minutes, but if anything happened to you I would kill everyone in this room and then myself,” she breathed. Adrien elbowed her hard, making her yelp.

“You said that out loud Mari,” he deadpanned. A deep flush immediately came over her face, and she covered her mouth with both hands.

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry— but you— just forget I said anything. Please!”

Tim was visibly shocked, his eyes wide and mouth agape. Jason snorted, overcoming his own brief moment of shock pretty easily.

“Careful there,” Jason chided good-heartedly. His gaze met Marinette’s with a slight weight in it though. “You barely know the guy. He’ll annoy you out of your mind soon enough.”

Marinette caught the hint, wincing and changing the subject. Jason could see that she had done exactly as her mother had warned— she had gotten attached to Tim almost immediately. And while he wanted to believe Marinette when she said that the same wouldn’t happen with Joker, that she was not going to repeat her mother’s mistakes…

He couldn’t help but worry. Joker was a slippery bastard, and good at getting past people’s defenses.

Tim eventually led them all to the dining room, where several people were already sat waiting for them.

“We decided it would be best if we didn’t all swarm you at the door,” Tim explained, grinning at her kindly. “Take a seat wherever you want, Alfred is probably going to be done with dinner soon.”

Marinette and Adrien both nodded, going to sit by each other’s side. Adrien put his hand on her knee when they sat down, and traded a meaningful look with her.

“Calm down,” he whispered. “We’re not in Paris. And if you slip, I’ll catch you. Promise.”

Marinette’s shoulders relaxed a little. Yeah, she could trust Adrien to make sure she didn’t slip up too much. Get too careless. He’d watch her back like she did for him. She’d be okay. They’d both be okay.

“Thanks, Adrien. I needed that.”

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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whiskey buisness - john shelby x reader (part 2 of ?)

read part one here!

a/n: hey loves! i'm finishing up school rn, but i had to get this out and i'm about to start working on a tommy request immediately after i upload this. anyways, i'm so excited to post this series, it's incredible and i can't thank my bestie @stxdyblr-2k enough. she is a fucking genius :)

prompt: you can't get john out of your head. lo and behold, here he is.

warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, angsty af, soft john (ugh my heart)

Despite your best efforts, you'd been unable to stop yourself yearning for John Shelby. Your pokey flat now often lay empty; you were far too busy to mope at home due to your career as a personal assistant to a local solicitor who was allied with the Shelby's, attending rallies and lectures with Ada and the drunken nights you'd spend at various mansions, galleries and club openings with the "razor chasers" you'd become friendly with due to their refusal to leave Ada alone. Yet still, in those odd seconds of calm you seized over a cigarette, the first seconds after a bump of Tokyo, when you carefully applied your makeup, styled your hair or bathed, you'd think of him. The way the pads of his fingertips felt on your skin, how he’d muttered in your ear how pretty you looked.

But this was different to when you were dreaming about John at 15; he was no longer the allusive older brother of Ada who had a string of beautiful girls on rotation. He wasn’t a fantasy anymore. He was true flesh and blood, and for a moment he had wanted you.

It would be delicious if the whole situation hadn't left a bitter taste in your mouth. Of course you came back to Brum to only immediately fuck it up. The first night, and already you were so close to ruining everything? Looking back, now that you were so close with Ada once more, now that you knew who John had grown to be, that night was cringe inducing. Luckily, no one had seemed to catch on. Luckily, you thrived in the Small Heath rumour mill once again. All the gossip about you was mainly about your substance use, the lads you were seen curling up with outside nightclubs, your intelligence, your helpful nature, sometimes your questionable politics but that was all. John's was far darker, stories of blood, death and gasoline. Recently, the tales of his conquests had quietened, but only due to the lurid delight taken by the factory workers in talking about the recent blinding of some poor fucker who'd crossed the wrong person. Obviously, a lot of the detail had to be exaggerated for shock value and to boost the Shelby status, solidifying them as notorious throughout Birmingham city and its rural surroundings. There were murmurs everywhere about the violent John Shelby: ruthless, cocky, vengeful. It seemed impossible that the same man who cracked shit jokes just to see you smile, kissed you with so much desperation, and prioritised getting you off first could cause such harm without an ounce of guilt or shame to slow his swagger.

Whispers of war were far more constant, but then again, people would say anything for a reaction. You didn't bring it up with Ada. You refused to (openly) partake in mindless gossip on principle, yet you were hungry for information about him.

***********

You'd long forgotten whose wedding you were at. Some loyal blinder, a close friend of the Shelby's, the occasion calling for a large white marquee to be built onto one of Tommy's gardens, fully staffed with the best chef and service team money could buy (from a London restaurant at short notice; when Finn told you the extortionate figure Tommy had paid, your jaw had dropped). The cake, dress and decorations were stunning; you weren't sure exactly what the groom had done for the Shelby's but you could only assume the worst for what they'd splashed out on him.

However, thinking like that only spoilt your night: you'd realised at your fifth club takeover, now you repeated it like a mantra constantly. You'd quickly learnt every excess the Shelby's granted to those outside their circle were due to some perceived sacrifice for being associated with them. Well, that's what you chose to believe after John had sent a junior blinder to your office with a bouquet, the Monday morning after he turned you down. So, it was best to smile and take the shit, get paid, and get out as soon as possible. You were to keep your head down until then.

Yet, keeping your head down was difficult tonight. Ada had treated you to a shopping trip to London for the occasion this morning, Arthur forcing the junior blinders to tag along next to you on the train and trailing less than two metres behind you for hours. You missed the days when it was just you and Ada. It was far more simple without the stares whenever the two of you stepped out. Ada had gotten used to it, she'd devised her own methods of being completely alone; complex plans involving leaving a window open, knotting sheets into a rope and twisting her ankles. Not that she minded, she reckoned the suffocation of being a Shelby was much worse than a few bruised ankles.

You were wearing a clingy emerald green dress from some fancy French boutique you couldn't even pronounce, the diamond necklace sitting along your collarbone and the jewels dangling through your ears were on loan from Ada. You felt eyes unpicking you the moment you entered the after-party. Your arm was linked through Ada's as per usual, she looked equally stylish in a peacock blue number that set off her eyes, her delicate features perfected with makeup.

You'd quickly found your gaggle and began drinking and dancing the night away. Whispers about snow arose from your table, people disappearing to the toilets to rail a line on the bathroom counter, then to the dance floor or to the lap of the poor fucker who'd hold back their hair while they vomited in just a few hours. At least the Blinders were polite about it. Isaiah would kill them if they weren’t. You'd let your arm be tugged on various bathroom trips, treated among your group like secret missions although you weren't entirely subtle about it.

What you weren't aware of was across the marquee, you were being watched by the three men in your life who you'd never want to see you in this state: the Shelby's.

"Looks like Finn's taken your spot, John." Arthur yelled in John's ear over the loud music, gesturing to the youngest Shelby sat at the table next to you who was staring up at you in complete adoration as you chatted across him to Michael, seemingly arguing with him. By the looks of it, you were winning.

John pulled a face at Arthur. “Fuck off, old man. That'll never happen. Finn’s too young for her." He immediately regretted the words that had fallen out of his mouth, revealing far too much for his comfort.

"It's not impossible."

"He's just not right for her, yeah?"

"And you are?"

John didn't bother to bless him with a verbal response, instead flipping him off and downing the rest of his whiskey. "It's not like that."

"What's it like then? Because from where I'm sitting, it's pretty fucking clear, John." Arthur slurred, glass of whiskey sloshing onto his sleeve.

"You're too gone to even know you're chatting shit." John sneered, standing up, "I'm off for a smoke and some fresh air. Try not to fuck anything in my absence, both of you."

His brothers cursed him out as he left. John took a second to figure out his route, purposefully having to cross your path, gesturing for you to follow him subtly. He was surprised you came trailing after him, telling Michael that you weren’t done yelling at him and you’d be back. When you were both only metres from the marquee, he knew you were fucked. You were instantly bored, begging him for a cigarette, which he lit for you, shaking his head at your state.

"You're a fucking mess, love." He said, mouth sloping attractively to one side.

"Takes one to know one, John-boy. Where are we off to, then?"

"Somewhere fucking quiet, can barely hear myself think. Plus, you need to sober the fuck up, lass." He said, softly, as he walked across the dew soaked grass. You followed, heels in hand, holding your dress up as not to ruin it. He sighed, taking the shoes from your hands and wrapping his blazer around your shoulders, linking your arm through his for stability. He kept the distance respectful, but there wasn’t any denying the thick tension in the summer air between the two of you. Ahead, there was a small stone bench sat at the foot of one of Thomas' manicured gardens, and John offered his hand to help you sit. You made small talk and caught up on each other's lives, and you noted John only seemed to glow when you asked about his kids. He talked at length, the drink seemingly unhinging his jaw. There he was again, the John you knew and had admired for so many years. You could sit here forever, watching his blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Yet, it just wasn’t meant to be. You wished you could stop time just for a bit, give you enough moments to memorize the freckles on his skin.

"You know the night I first came home?" The alcohol and snow had loosened your lips. You were teetering on the edge of your boundaries, but you couldn't care enough to hold back.

"The night where absolutely nothing happened?" He joked, raising an eyebrow at you, cautious that you'd randomly brought it up in your state. "Sweetheart, this can wait."

He was warning you. For a second you managed to bite your tongue, but curiosity tipped you over the edge.

"But something nearly happened, right?"

"Y/N. Don't." He warned, his tone icy, suddenly distancing from you, hiding between an emotional boundary which he didn't wish to explore.

"John, it's just us. Can't we even talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about, though. You were off your face then, and now. That's fine. We know where we stand. It can't happen."

"I wanted to. I do want to."

"You don't. Trust me. You need a nice lad who'll marry you and look after you. Just need to keep your nose clean long enough yeah?" He teased, trying to lighten the mood, blue eyes begging you to move on.

Your head turned to face him, your face contorting in a mixture of confusion and irritation. "You don't get to tell me what I want or need. The last thing I want is to marry any lad, nice or not."

"I didn't mean it like that, right? Look, I just meant you deserve better than Shelby scum. You're going places you know? Don't settle for Small Heath." John responded with a pained sigh. He didn’t want to get into it with you; not here, not like this. He'd thought about it, naturally. You were constantly on his mind, yet only problems ever seemed to appear, never solutions. It was best for him to avoid you. Why the fuck did he drag you out here? Horrible idea.

"Your family isn't scum. Where the fuck did you get that from?" Your face was screwed up in genuine rage. "I-"

"Y/N, fuckin’ leave it."

His face had hardened completely now. He'd snapped at you. His voice hadn't raised, it was just the power he spat his order out with. You held up your hands in mock surrender, pointedly taking a cigarette from his front pocket and light it silently, not saying a word.

"Why are you so bothered, anyways?" He asked, breaking the silence like you knew he would. John always had to ask questions.

"Fuck off with that, John. I'm not in the mood."

"What do you mean?" He looked completely lost.

"We nearly had sex. Just sex, nothing else right?"

John remained silent.

"Would it be the worst thing in the world?" You asked, your voice wavering. It was hard enough to get the words out, let alone imagine the response.

"You're far too wasted to chat about this, love."

"John, I’m not-"

"I'm serious. You're fucking mashed like my brothers aren't you? Like all those other fuckers in there." He sounded genuinely angry. In the glow of the sunset he looked so much younger, so hurt and lonely. Why hadn't you noticed before?

He turned to you, eyes widened and shocked at his own outburst. "You're not the only one gone yeah? Ignore me, I'm fucked, sorry."

You reached out your hand and linked your fingers through his in silence, the warm evening wind ruffling your hair and dress, blocked from your skin by John's suit jacket which was wrapped around your shoulders. Not that anyone would notice or care. As long as Ada wasn't with you, you could disappear for hours without any alarm. There you sat in the tranquil last few moments of the day, your hand linked with John's, both beyond tipsy. You weren’t thinking properly but it felt right. You felt safe. You didn't want to have to return to the chaos of the party, to have to catch up on who your friends were currently trying to screw. None of that seemed to matter anymore.

Was it too much to ask for something to be simple? Maybe you didn't have to fuck him. Maybe just these small moments were enough. You laughed at the thought when it crossed your mind; neither you nor John were known for consistency or stability in relationships, you being admittedly rather inexperienced, only having been with a few men, and he had his fair share of escapades. But he was just so different. You wouldn't admit that he'd gotten your attention in any way than purely sexually (which surprised you to admit) and for fun, but you genuinely enjoyed his presence.

He was right though. It wasn't a good idea at all to hook up. There was far too much baggage for both of you to make it worth it.

Just once?

You glanced over at John. He rolled his eyes at you, but the edges of his lips were slightly upturned, his dimples faintly peeking through his defined cheeks.

Just once couldn't hurt.

***

The sky was streaked with shades of gold, amber and blood. John could feel the friction from your knee barely knocking against his, the pressure putting him on edge. In fairness, he had drunk heavily, and that's what happens when you let your guard down around beautiful women. He couldn't believe you had told him you wanted to have sex with him still. He'd chalked the whole situation down to a drunken mistake that would have progressed into a far more significant drunken mistake. Ada would never forgive him if he went for another of her mates. Especially Y/N. No matter if he said that Y/N could be different, that you wasn't just another conquest. But who'd believe him?

Far better to keep his mouth shut.

Far better to play safe.

As you were called back to the party by the gaggle of girls John vaguely recognised from hanging off the arms of other blinders, he realised (despite his state) that you were right. Having sex with you wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. In fact, it might be one of the best.

Just once?

He watched your figure disappear back into the marquee, waiting for you to turn back and look for him. You do. He would have done the same if it was him.

Maybe just once wouldn't hurt.

***

to be continued!

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nyxs-sins · 3 years

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Okay so, How do you think the Brothers (and Dateables if you want) would react to an S/o who already made a pact with a High ranking demon (not as high as them, but right below them) In the human world. And Like imagine The purge actually existing in the human realm, and During the entire Purge, S/o Is like Recording on a camera, Of Them Cracking light jokes, And While recording, you can see people getting hurt in the background. And s/o is like "why did the Chicken cross the road." cracking Jokes as if a Bus didn't Catch on fire while Zooming pass in the background. And before s/o can finish the Joke, The video ends with the loud sound of aerial Bombing taking place. And all this is on a little Tape she accidentally put in, instead of a movie. And s/o only replies with. "Oh, i forgot that happened." (Pm me if anything is wrong)

Not me using this prompt as an excuse to introduce my OC Thanatos-

Warnings: The Purge

Purge!MC Has a Pact with Thanatos

It wasn’t long after MC had arrived to the Devildom for a second time when the brothers started to realize something was off. MC had been jumpy all day, and kept rubbing the back of their neck. But no one said anything. They thought that if MC needed them, they’d approach them. It wasn’t until that night, in the group chat, that they figured out what was bothering MC. Instead of sending them some hilarious vines they recorded from the human world, they sent a video with… disturbing images. But what confused them more was to see MC sitting on the hood of a car, laughing along with a demon they recognized to be a Vice of Pride.

Lucifer

Wait.

That’s one of his underlings.

Thanatos, he thinks.

What are you doing with Thanatos?

Or rather, what is Thanatos doing with you.

At first he’s slightly jealous concerned about you hanging out with a strange demon.

Then he found out you had a pact with Thanatos and he was jealous.

But he’s glad to know someone is keeping you safe while the humans slaughter themselves.

Mammon

His first reaction was to panic about the chaos going on around you.

The second was jealousy that you were spending the Purge with another demon.

Like, what the heck MC! He’s you’re first!

He’s… not your first..?

*Pouts*

“I thought we promised there be no more secrets between us.”

You better give him your debt/credit cards.

And love. All of your love an attention.

Take him shopping, it might work.

But yeah no you broke his heart. How dare you.

Leviathan

At first he thought it was staged.

It wasn’t.

He really thought it was funny until he learned it was all real.

MC??? Are you okay???

You aren’t leaving his room for a week.

Or more.

He’s also really jealous of that lesser demon.

Why would you want to hang out with that loser when you have him?

You know what, you get two months of being stuck in Levi’s room.

No you don’t have a choice.

But don’t worry, there are plenty of fun things you can do in there! 😇

Satan

Somewhere between Belphie and Mammon.

He loves the destruction, but…

He’s also very worried about you.

The jokes were great though! They made him snicker.

Still, would you like to come read and have tea with him?

He just wants to keep you close.

It looks like he didn’t even see Thanatos.

But in reality he’s planning his murder for being near you.

You have the seven deadly sins under your control, you don’t need him.

Asmodeus

MC dear-

How did you not notice the flaming bus.

And the way the video ended, he thought you would’ve died had you not been in his room when you sent that.

Hugs onto you like his life depends on it.

He doesn’t want to think about his poor human going something so scary.

And why were you laughing?!

Is it a coping mechanism?

You’re getting a lot of TLC, and you won’t be able to escape until morning.

Maybe not even then.

Beelzebub

Doesn’t get any of the jokes.

Doesn’t understand why there is another demon there laughing with you.

He knows the Purge has something to do with his twin but other than that he never paid much attention to it.

He’s really worried about you though.

He checks you over head to toe and gives you food.

You’ll also be required to sleep in his bed that night and he’ll sleep on the floor next to it.

No you don’t have a choice in the matter.

You might be able to convince him to sleep in the bed with you though.

You know, for extra protection purposes.

Belphegor

He’s cracking up.

He has tears in his eyes and his sides hurt.

Man cannot stop laughing.

He probably punctured a lung from laughing so hard.

He hates that you were in danger.

And he hated that demon even more but…

Look at all of that beautiful destruction in the background!

You know the Purge was his idea.

He had planted it into people’s dreams and look at how well it turned out!

He’s so proud of himself.

But he would prefer if you stayed with him, sleeping, during that time.

Diavolo

Immediately sought out Thanatos to thank him for protecting you.

Also warned him not to try anything on you.

You belong to him and only him.

After though he went to check in on you.

You ended up making him laugh but he still seemed a little nervous.

So much so you had to sleep with him in the castle that night.

And the night after.

And the following week.

Barbatos

He already knew about it.

Ever since you got close he would peek into your future a little to make sure you were safe.

He used his powers to bring Solomon to you so you’d have the added protection during that time.

Of course he asked for permission first but he was going to do it either way so Diavolo couldn’t really say no.

He invited you over to tea to talk about it and even cracks a small smile at the jokes.

Still, even though he can dictate whether you live or die in future Purges, he’d rather you stay at the castle with him.

Solomon

Unfazed.

Honestly he’s laughing at the jokes.

He was glad he had found you when he did, he got a kick out of it.

It was actually surprising how much he enjoyed himself.

He was also glad to be there to keep you safe, seeing as you aren’t immortal.

Honestly the Purge kinda bores him.

Someone tried to kill him once but…

It didn’t work.

He would sometimes participate in the Purge but after the first few they became meaningless to him.

Much like everything else seems to be.

Simeon

Tried to take Luke’s phone away but he was too late.

Tries to comfort the young angel.

Calls you begging to come over.

He and Luke are both very worried for you.

They had completely ignored the jokes, focusing solely on the danger you had been in.

“MC, darling, why don’t you just come live up in the Celestial Realm with us? It’ll be safer.”

He’s relieved that isn’t an everyday occurrence but he still dislikes it.

A lot.

But how you can spend all of your New Year’s week in Heaven so…

Luke

Traumatized.

He only saw part of the video because Simeon snatched his phone away, but he saw enough.

Why are you laughing and joking with that demon when the world is literally burning down around you?

Wants you to leave the human world and just live in the Celestial Realm where it is safe.

Seriously, what is wrong with you humans?!

BONUS!Thanatos

He was a little surprised when you sent him the video, but he got a kick out of it.

But then he had to quickly put his phone up because he’s supposed to be guarding the gates to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

He was even more surprised when Diavolo himself came to thank him for protecting you during the Purge.

He didn’t..?

He kinda just showed up and laughed with you.

Okay, he did use some of his magic to veer others away from you but shh…

Of course that didn’t work on Solomon though, seeing as he’s in a pact with him too.

If only he could get Nyx to form a pact with him.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me luficer #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me oc #thanatos #obey me tw #the purge

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solomonish · 3 years

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way to go mc, you’ve allowed yourself to be poisoned (nowdateables)

CW for: descriptions of food and eating, brief descriptions of choking-like symptoms. (mainly in the intro, though the individual stories mention coughing, (light) blood and fainting). there will be talk of food and keeping an eye on what is being eaten in the individual character stories as well.

find the brothers here!

When you start coughing:

You’re at a sort of banquet when it happens, which is as embarrassing for you as it is horrifying for him

At first, the brother nearest you just assumes you’re choking, but just as your coughing gets loud enough to attract attention you’re already falling to the ground, covering your mouth.

Diavolo immediately moves towards you but he’s ushered away because nobody realizes it was a fumble on the new chef’s part and can’t take the risk of it being some kind of botched assassination attempt, and some of his staff have to drag him away as he watches helplessly over his shoulder

He sends Barbatos to check on you and sees him kneeling beside Simeon, who is already focusing on you, when he leaves the room.

Taking care of you afterwards:

What he couldn’t do when you were facing the brunt of the poison, he makes up for in taking care of you afterwards.

You wake up in a soft bed, much bigger than any you’ve ever been in before. He’s not touching you, but he is watching you as he lies on his side next to you, propping his head up on one hand. His eyes seem to glow in the dark room, and you think for a moment “huh, funny how this should be something that scares me to death.”

Diavolo is normally a pretty boisterous guy, but when he sees you’re awake and smiles at you, you see the softer, more serious side of him.

Diavolo tries to insist that you either go to the human realm for care or allow him to bring someone, but you point out that the whole program he’s got going on is a little abnormal and it would probably take too long for them to adjust.

He settles for someone you know, like Satan, Simeon or Solomon. He treats them with such firmness, though, you see their eyes flicker to you like “?? is this the same person?”

Diavolo is with you every spare moment he can get: in between meetings, cancelling any non-essential tasks, taking paperwork into the room and sitting with you while he does it

Lucifer probably has a sleepless week ahead of him, picking up his slack :(

Is very gentle with you and lets you take as much time as you need off from school

Afterwards, does thorough checks on his cooking staff and starts drafting mandates to add human-safe options in any restaurant or other eatery you choose

even asks for your input on any human dishes you think should be recreated. the food industry may hate you but hey, now you get to eat the Devildom version of your favorite food wherever you go!

When you start coughing:

Barbatos would never accidentally poison you. He is too practiced in his diligence. He would also never allow you to accidentally poison yourself - the watchful eye he keeps on the prince is not reserved for him.

If you were to somehow be poisoned, accidentally or due to the ill will of somebody else, he wouldn’t be in the same room.

That’s not to say he isn’t immediately alerted and, if he’s close by, he’s making his way to you immediately.

Barbatos has a relatively calm and even pleasant demeanor, but the solemn frown he has on his face when he enters the room silences any chaos your fainting might have caused.

Taking care of you afterwards:

When Barbatos needs to give stellar care, he just defaults to the royal treatment. lucky you, right?

He doesn’t have the most time to stop by and check on you - and the brothers probably whisked you away to the House of Lamentation before he could offer you a place closer to him. (they have the Devildom’s most capable medical staff on hand, yes?)

He definitely does visit you - sometimes Diavolo arrives under the guise of having to talk to Lucifer and lets Barbatos go to you, others he just shows up.

Definitely scrutinizes every little thing the brothers are doing for you and then decides to do things himself.

Soon enough he has traded out your pillows and blankets for much softer ones from the palace, and he makes sure you’re equipped with any potions or even human painkillers you may need while your body recovers.

If you ask him why he’s getting so into it, he just says “What can I say? I only know how to give the best treatment. I’ve had plenty of practice with My Lord.”

When he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead, give him a smirk and ask “oh? is this part of the special treatment Diavolo gets too?”

He’ll just give you a wry smile. You’re lucky he’s still got to treat you gently. “Save such jest for Lucifer, my dear.”

When you start coughing:

He probably did it himself

Everybody already knows his reputation with preparing food, and after you live for however many years and plant names change, you forget some of the names of what is and isn’t poisonous to a regular human.

When you start coughing, he isn’t even concerned - it’s more of an “ah shit, here we go again” reaction because he’s used to this

It isn’t until you fall on the floor that he gets...suspicious.

“Come on MC, don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” He asks, not even bothering to hide his disappointment

It isn’t until you don’t answer and he can hear you practically wheezing that he realizes what he’s done

He kneels down to the ground beside you and rubs your back in an attempt to show that he realizes what is going on and looks at the counter, where some of the ingredients he used are still sitting

He stares at a devildom plant that looks suspiciously like mint for a few moments before it clicks that it’s well liked in the devildom for the intense burning sensation it gives

Taking care of you afterwards:

Solomon is as adept at poison remedies as he is at accidentally poisoning people. (he wasn’t always immortal, after all. he’s had to live with his dangerous curiosity way before he figured that out.)

He’d keep you in Purgatory Hall for the first day, seeing the sorry state you were in.

Would offer you his bed to rest while he sits cross legged on the ground next to you, back against the bed with a spell book. Sometimes he’ll crack open an easy one and talk you through some of the simpler spells, and others he reads it for himself while you rest.

Isn’t big on the proactive care but all you need to do is say his name and he’s ready to get anything you need <3

Only tells the brothers that you’re staying the night because he doesn’t want them to kick the door down. Only tells them why because Asmo started making assumptions in the group chat

Everybody afterwards will tell you that honestly, what else did you expect to happen? It’s Solomon’s cooking, MC. Really.

Solomon figures you’re fine figuring out what foods are safe on your own, but since it was someone you supposedly trusted that poisoned you, he finds himself eyeing any food given to you by a friend. However, since HE was the one who actually poisoned you, this most often ends in intense stare-offs that you have to break up

When you start coughing:

Angels don’t have to be as careful as humans - after all, their lives and bodies aren’t nearly as fragile as yours is.

He doesn’t notice that there’s something in the dish you can’t eat, but he does notice the moment you realize something is wrong.

Watching a human realize that they’ve just put their life in danger is a horrible thing, and the look in your eyes sent his blood pressure skyrocketing before your coughing even got super bad.

He can see your lips swelling and that’s when he looks at the salad on your plate.

He doesn’t dare leave your side, and instead opts to send an emergency message to EVERYONE.

Surprisingly, the “MC. POUSOND. NOW. 💀” gets the message across fairly efficiently.

Taking care of you afterwards:

Being under the care of an angel is a heavenly experience indeed.

Simeon is allowed to stay with you while you recover, offering you multiple soothing drinks and chapsticks to help alleviate your pain.

He keeps your room clean and cool so your environment is as peaceful as can be!

Any gifts the brothers offer, he gives to you personally.

He jokingly offers to spoon-feed you, and if you take him up on the offer you’re both blushing by the end of it.

Once you’re better, he’ll find you at lunch and cheerfully remind you to look what’s on your plate. if you brush him off, he’ll just smile and say something like “don’t you remember what happened last time?” but his smile says something dangerous

When you start coughing:

HE. FREAKS. OUT.

Most likely to think this was a direct attack on you and he’s ready to throw hands. Simeon has to place a hand on his shoulder to get him to calm down.

His voice gets higher the more he fights to get close to you, and Simeon starts gently leading him away while sending concerned glances over his shoulder

Taking care of you afterwards:

The first time he brings you sweets and the demons feel the need to check it over and refuse to give it to you he almost cries

He’s not the one who hurt you, and he worked hard on those!!

Simeon tells him that your stomach might be upset still and that makes him feel a little better, because at least he didn’t directly offend you like that.

Will get “angry” (read: pouty) if you don’t let him PERSONALLY inspect what you’re eating for anything poisonous

Can be found at the kitchen table in Purgatory Hall, hunched and asleep as he drools over cookbooks with human-safe recipes

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sevendeadlymorons · 3 years

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Double penetration from Satan and Levi. You get me? 👀

I get you 👀

I cannot think of one possible way how I can make this GN so it’ll be for a F!MC. Hope you don’t mind :)

Stuffed Full

Pairings: Leviathan x Satan x F!MC

Words: 2,380

NSFW // Smut // Threesome

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You were staring at your D.D.D in the dark, the bright light from the screen shining down onto you as you played a game Levi had requested you try out earlier. Hours had gone by, and when you turned to look at the clock besides you, it was well past midnight. You stretched, letting out a yawn, contemplating putting your phone down and going to sleep, or playing for a couple more hours. You knew you had RAD tomorrow and had to be up early, so you put the device down, since you knew you weren’t going to be able to get up in the morning if you didn’t.

A few minutes later, the sound of an incoming text buzzed on your side table, startling you awake. You pinched the bridge of your nose, squinting at the screen, carefully reading the words on your D.D.D with drowsy eyes.

“Any of you awake?”

It was from Levi in a group you were in with him and Satan. You rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh, not surprised he’d still be up. I wonder if Satan’s up too... You texted back a quick yes and sat up properly, watching your message show the ‘seen’ icon within seconds of sending it. He began typing and another message was sent.

“I’m so bored. Can I come over? I got some new anime we can watch”

You shook your head, knowing if he came over, you’d be up until the early hours of the morning, and you aren’t prepared for that. You were about to let him down lightly until someone else in the chat started typing.

“Can I join? I just woke up abruptly and can’t get back to sleep”

Levi sent a yes, sir devilmoji, to which the two of them then started discussing how they’d both be over in 5. Great.

You stare down at your bare legs. Maybe you should put some shorts on... Last time you didn’t wear anything, Levi had passed out and you had to drag him by his leg to Lucifer. You cringe at the thought and swing your legs out of the covers and jump out of bed to grab some shorts from the drawer, rummaging through the seemingly endless amount of booty shorts that you own. You find a nice pair and slip them on, checking yourself out in the mirror until you hear a sharp knock on the door followed by the familiar voice of Levi.

You open the door with a smile to see Satan and Levi standing in the doorway, flashing you a grin with piles of books and anime’s in their arms. How long do they plan on staying exactly... you step aside and let them in, watching Satan pull over a chair to sit and Levi casually dive onto your bed like he usually does. You roll your eyes and sit next to him on the bed, watching his cheeks glow a faint shade of pink as he attempts to hide it by laying out multiple movies in front of you.

“Ok! So we’ve got this one, my personal favourite. Or there’s this one. It’s not the best but the opening song is amazing. Ooh this ones great too, it’s about-“ Levi’s words droned out as you nodded as if you’re listening. You were just too tired for his rambles really and was actually really tempted to go to sleep. Sure they wouldn’t mind. You felt your eyes droop and your head jolt forward sleepily. You were nearly about to fall asleep when you felt someone place a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head to see Satan looking at you, concerned. He supports you by your shoulder, leaning you back so your back is against the head board. You give him a weak smile as he squeezes up next to you, placing his hand around your waist. followed by Levi who shyly rests his head on your shoulder. You feel nice and warm between them and you couldn’t help but begin to doze off.

Between tired blinks, you hear them murmuring to each other, but you couldn’t hear them very well. It was like the world around you had began to go silent. All you heard was your name and you felt occasional glances your way. You couldn’t ignore it though, as much as you wanted to. You were so curious.

Seconds pass and you feel a hand place on your thigh. You trace up the arm to find out the owner of the hand was Levi, his heart practically hammering in his chest from the simple gesture he gave you, his eyes filled with curiosity as he gives your leg a quick squeeze, staring at you, as if waiting for you to push him off. You weren’t going to, of course, because it’s not every day he shows you affection in front of his brothers. You hum onto his shoulder and enjoy the warmth of his palm as he squeezes it comfortingly.

At first, you could only feel Levi’s hand squeezing at your thighs, but soon after, you realize Satan was palming at the other, his fingers slowly trailing up to the hem of your shorts, listening intently to the way your breathing hitches from his sudden touched. You sighed his name but he shushed you, slipping his fingers under until he reached your pelvis line. You gasped and felt him squeeze harder on you. Levi retaliated as you found his hand was closer towards your pelvis as well. You looked at them in confusion, but you definitely weren’t going to complain. You’d always had a thing for the boys so you were enjoying yourself. A bit too much...

You leant your head back against the board and felt them go in for your exposed neck, sucking and nibbling wherever they could as they both breathed heavily into your ears. The hand around your waist tightened as he moved closer, slipping his hand into your shirt and fingering your clit through your underwear. You let out a short moan from the sudden touch, feeling yourself getting wetter every time he moved his finger. Levi suddenly let out a huff and bit down on the sensitive part of your neck, making you gasp and a moan squeak out when he begins licking and trailing his tongue up and down your neck until he reaches your ear.

They kept going for what felt like hours, teasing you with their fingers and tongue, until the hand that was in your shorts slipped out and went to your chin, pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned on Satan’s lips but pushed forward into him, savouring the taste of his tongue as you move your hand to cup the side of his face. You begin to eye to the other side of you, watching Levi pull a jealous face and grab hold of your thigh tightly. You move your other hand to the cheek and rub it, just as you were doing with Satan, feeling him lean into your touch as his face burns up onto your palm. He’d momentarily stopped squeezing your thigh too, but not until he started back up, slipping his hand straight into your pants, and sliding a finger into your pussy. You jolt forward, moaning loudly onto Satan’s lips as you grind onto Levi’s hand.

He pulls away from the kiss and leans forward, taking off his shirt as he motions to his partner to stop and do the same. He takes his hand out and you whine, begging him with your eyes to continue while the two men stare at you shirtless, eyeing closely at your breasts. Oh yeah, you hadn’t put on a bra so your nipples were pretty visible right now. You could feel their eyes burning into you, and you begin to take the hint as you slowly remove your shirt, watching them lick their lips hungrily as you reveal your tits for them to see. Levi was the first to lunge forward, straddling you while he clamps his lips around one of your nipples and sucks harshly, your head swinging back as you involuntarily grab a chunk of his hair and pull.

Satan eventually joins. He begins to pull down your shorts, watching you bite your lip lewdly, staring down at your lacy panties that were soaked with your own fluids. He leans back and let’s Levi pull you forward, still firmly attached to your tit. He gets in behind you and pulls you against his crotch, his erection rubbing against your ass as he slowly grinds into you. You lay your head on his shoulder and stare up at him lustfully as the two men caressed and suckled on your body.

Levi’s hand attached itself to the lining of your panties, slowly pulling them down confidently, but still looking up at you, begging for an answer. You nod frantically and moan his name, tugging his hair. He quickly pulls down your underwear, and connects his tongue with your clit, causing you to gasp and groan into Satan’s neck in pleasure. He pulls your leg onto his shoulder and lips his tongue deep inside of you while the demon behind you curls his fingers around your nipple, giving them a pinch. You were such a mess and they could see that. You were crying out both of their names, grabbing onto whatever part of their body that you could get to.

“I think she’s ready, Levi” Satan mentioned to Levi, who nodded and hastily shuffled between your spread legs, staring into your eyes with this lewd look, a bright blush covering his entire face while he slipped out his cock for you to see. Your eyes widened at the length of him. It twitched as he neared closer towards your pussy, placing his tip near your entrance and adjusting himself, ready to thrust inwards. Satan’s hand were placed on the inside of your thighs, keeping them spread for his brother to enter inside of you. You both let out loud moans when he quickly slips inside of you. Not even half way onto his cock and you already feel full, clenching your walls around him and watching him groan and continue to go deeper. He quickly pushes inside of you and you cry out in pleasure, feeling him thrust in and out of your weeping hole.

You were too preoccupied by Levi that you didn’t notice you were sitting on Satan’s lap, his exposed cock dangerously close to your ass. You whimper his name in fear but he doesn’t respond, instead just continues to focus on your hole as he pushes his cock against you. You couldn’t think straight to focus on both. In front of you, Levi was pounding into you, his hand on your shoulder as he presses his nails into you, a focused look on his face while he seductively pushes his hair back with his free hand. And on the back, Satan was placing his length against you, threatening to enter inside your ass. The overstimulation was driving you insane. You couldn’t help yourself, you wrapped an arm around his neck and hoisted yourself up slightly, then without hesitation, slammed yourself down onto his cock, making him gasp into your ear and bite down on your neck.

“Was kitty desperate?” He teased into your ear as he continued to bite down on your neck while you rode his cock, both holes filled from the two boys. “Perhaps I should punish you...” You pant from the excessive pleasure and nod your head slowly, his hands wrapped around both your tits until he slowly moves them down your body towards your hips, grabbing them firmly and slamming you down to stop you from riding him. “Be patient, MC” You nod your head obediently, awaiting his next move.

You feel both boys suddenly stop, disappointing arousing inside of you as you thought this was your punishment. You pout at the demon in front of you. But he returns your face with a smirk. You look at him, shocked, since you’ve never seen him make that face before. Your thoughts were cut short when both boys started to thrust into you, fucking you hard until all your thoughts were jumbled. You were bouncing on top of Satan’s cock, your hands reaching behind you to wrap into his hair while you were getting your shit rocked by Levi in the front, his hand wrapped around your waist for extra impact.

The room was filled with moans and screams from both you and the boys as you felt an overwhelming amount of pleasure, the most you’ve ever felt in the life. You felt so full with their dicks that your orgasm came quicker than expected. You cried out their names when you met your climax, soaking Levi with some of your juices as your body went weak into Satan’s chest. The two brothers kept going at your limp body until they both ejaculated inside of you, feeling too good to pull out. Their cum leaks out of you and dribbles down your leg, from your ass and onto the sheets, leaving a pool of their semen soiled into the cloth.

Levi leans forward and gives you a shy kiss on the cheek, the blush returning back onto his cheeks as he see what a mess he’s made of you. You feel Satan’s arms wrap around your waist and you lean into his embrace, Levi then comes in to cuddle your arm, huffing that he isn’t the one holding you in his arms. He couldn’t stay awake for much longer. They’d drained every last bit of energy out of you. You didn’t even have the energy to clean yourself up.

Satan stroked your head and rocked you to sleep while Levi was already fast asleep on your shoulder. You sighed and connected your arm with Levi’s, a smile creeping onto his lips subconsciously, then you proceeded to lean into both their embraces and gently fall asleep, the sound of Satan’s soothing humming quickly causing you to give into your urges. And soon, you were asleep, dreaming about the intimacy the 3 of you shared that night, cuddled safely in the two men’s arms.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me smut #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #satan x mc #omnsfw #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #f!mc

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v-lynx-2 · 3 years

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So .. a little jake x reader, hope you enjoy it.

Oh, English isn't my first language so.. yeah.

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Hannah was found and the kidnapper was turned to justice, Jake was relived to find her alive so were you and the rest of the group, also richy was found close to hannah and in now at the hospital.

You were so happy to know that they were okay and that richy is alive.

While calling the group and telling them how happy you were and asking hannah if she was okay, you suddenly felt something, a feeling you couldn't describe, then you remembered Jake, how he just said few words and was silent, online but didn't say anything afterwards.

The group took their own time to get together once again offline, you said it was fine and that you were happy to help, but of course jessy kept sending you pictures every now and then.

You texted jake:

Y/n = I'm so glad she is okay

Y/n = we did a great job!

You didn't send anything later because of that feeling you had earlier, it was growing by the second.

As flashbacks of everything that happened surfed into your mind

" this important puzzle piece "

" trust me "

" as long as they trust you, it doesn't matter "

" (y/n) is the key "

Am I just "a puzzle piece " ?, you thought to yourself

A notification cut your line of thought, it was jake.

Jake = I'm relieved

Jake= And yes, you did a great job Thank you, y/n.

Y/n = it was teamwork ! 😄

Y/n =I don't think I would have made it that far without you.

Jake = on the contrary, you showed me how well you can do without my help.

Jake = you never let me down :)

Jake <offline>

You smiled, that emoji he sent always makes you smile.

But that feeling was growing faster than before as jake went offline.

Was it worry? Fear? It made you feel uneasy.

After few pics from jessy, a thank you call from lily and her parents, the time went by with hearing anything else from jake.

And there is that feeling again, you say back trying to understand your emotions.

You had been thinking of something for a while, that maybe..he just wanted to make sure you help him get more information. As a face, someone the others can trust until hannah is found and then disappe-

Another notification.

It was Jessy, she told you that Phil was let out of jail.

You said that you are happy for her

Jessy = thank you, y/n, this wouldn't have happened without you, you did so many great things for us 🥺💖💖

Y/n = aww jessy 💖

You texted with her for a while then back to the ground chat.

Again, no jake in sight.

You excused yourself and went offline.

That feeling started to get unbearable

was all of this for me to stay working on the case ?

Was he.. acting like this so I help him solve this case until the end?

You refused to believe that but his constant disappearance made you sure of it.

So, you decided, to leave him be, not wait for texts anymore, not send walls of texts that you thinks he reads anyway.

Not to waste time waiting.

Hot tears fell from your eyes at the realization

if that was the case then.. I shouldn't bother him anymore, ... it must have been hard for him too.

You put your phone down and went to do whatever to distract you from your phone.

Secretly waiting for a notification, anything that would prove you wrong.

But it never happened, jessy was busy that day too, you checked on the others and hannah, she seemed to be in good spirits.

You talked for awhile and then.

Hannah = you don't feel so good, do you?

Y/n = wait, how did you know?

Hannah = I just noticed it.

Y/n = eh.. well, it isn't a big deal, really.

Hannah = No, it's fine , you can talk to me

Y/n = you went through much, I don't want you to think about this, it doesn't matter ,really

Y/n = so how is richy?

You tried to change the topic, hannah noticed but she didn't say anything about it.

As you tried to keep your emotions in check, you went to read your old massages again with Jake, before they used to feel good, now.. they only made you feel worse.

Could it be the end, because he didn't reply yet.

A notification came after a while.

Jake= if you don't mind, I read your conversation with hannah.

Y/n = and ?

Jake = I think she is, right.

Y/n = you don't have to do this again, we found her.

Jake = of course, I apologize.

Something stopped you from texting right after.

If finding hannah was the only important thing, why does he bother texting me again?

Is it.. out of pity? .. he must felt like he owed me something..

A day later, without a text from you to begin his day, he started to grow worried.

He went to check on you but you were offline, this wasn't usual around that time, he made nym0s to alert him once you go online, but you didn't that day.

I knew this was gonna happen, she was only helping me out of fear..

Jake spent that day wondering if he should resume you that he won't harm you, but that is something he might not be able to control.. it could be dangerous for you to be with him.

His thoughts did make him feel any better, as they all turn in your direction.

Next day,

Nym0s sent an alert to jake.

phil is calling, you look at your phone expecting someone else, but you were disappointed.

Phil -> Y/n, hello there cutie, I wanted to thank you for getting me out of jail, you know, why don't you come to duskwood?

A party at my place, just for you, dear.

Y/n -> a party?, for me? Aww that is so nice of you, phil, I would love to-

Suddenly the call has ended

Jake = I terminated the call.

Y/n = but why did you do that?!

Jake = didn't you promise me something?.

Y/n = what does it matter now?!

Jake = I'm aware of the fact that the culprit is already taken care of , but you know I can't stand him.

Y/n = who? Phil ? , he was let out of jail after a false charge.

Jake = I'm also aware of that fact.

You stopped replying, why is he still doing this anyway, am I still useful?

Of course, as a cover.

Jake = y/n, you aren't planning to go to duskwood, are you?

You didn't reply again .

Jake = y/n ?

Jake = are you alright?

You decided to text him this is non of his business but you paused to wipe your tears as them falling on the screen made it harder to text.

Jake = why are you doing this?

Fear has found it's way to Jake's heart once again because of you, he couldn't stand the thought of losing you, but he tried to be as understanding as possible.. as much as he could.

Y/n = I'm just giving you space, wouldn't it be better if I didn't waste your time? And no, don't worry I'm not going, I don't want remember this again.

Y/n = it's fine , jake. .. you can just leave.

He couldn't understand what you meant by that, he just felt how hurt you were, which made him feel hurt as well.

Jake = y/n, what makes you think I want to leave?

Y/n <offline>

You just didn't want to have that conversation, you already feel pitiful and hate yourself for it.

Your heart was aching, with every second that passed.

Till your phone started ringing.

You thought it was probably Phil again, and this time you were wrong.

It was Jake, but why would he call now anyway?

You tried to ignore him, but the pain you felt in your chest was too hard to bear.

You answered.

Jake -> y/n, please, listen to me, I want you to tell me what happened.

You were trying to calm down so you could say a thing, it was his same voice changer and that tone of his.

You couldn't help but remember the times you felt so happy to hear from him.

Y/n -> ....n..nothing.

Jake did something different this time, he turned of the voice changing program.

Jake -> y/n, I understand if you want to cut ties with me after all of this, .. I wouldn't blame you.

Jake -> I want you to know that I had the best time of my life with you and I will cherish these moments.

Jake -> I understand your fear, I know you wouldn't want to be associated with a person like I am.

Jake -> so, don't worry, I will go away, after you tell me that you are okay.

Jake -> I want to hear it from you, one last time.

You took a while to reply, but he waited, he didn't want to do anything else but wait.. hold you.. and tell you everything will be okay, but he thinks now that you don't want this.. you don't want him.. a person who no one can trust, it is surprising, he made get in a lot of dangerous situations before, only him to blame.

Y/n -> I'm.. not afraid, not of you or anyone.

Jake -> y/n ..

Y/n -> I love you, okay!, I just .. I just can't stand the fact that.. you were only here for someone else... I know it's selfish of me, I know nothing should be about me at all!

Just .. just why? ... why did you make me feel this way if you didn't actually like me? .. why?. ..

Jake -> I feel the same way, ever since we met, you piqued my interest, I started to think of you constantly, even after trying to control myself, because I know how dangerous it would be for both of us... y/n, I love you.

Jake -> I understand how you feel, you trusted me blindly through this whole situation, without me giving you any proof.

Jake -> y/n, I don't want to leave, I want to be with you, that's why I had been absent for a while, i want to make our dreams a reality.

Jake -> I want you to be there. With me.

Y/n-> .. you know.. I like your voice.

Jake -> Haha, I love yours.

Y/n -> you said something about proof, what did you mean by that?

Jake -> you will know when the time comes, love.

Y/n -> oooh come on! For real !

Jake -> yes, now, tell me. What would you like to do today?

Y/n -> I.. didn't feel like doing anything today..

Jake -> do you remember that virtual date you had with Jessica?

Y/n -> don't tell me, you don't like her either?

Jake-> not as much as her brother, but I like her idea.

Y/n -> so?

Jake -> if you are feeling better now, I want to ask you if.. we can a have a virtual date, what do you think?

Y/n -> I will tell you when the time comes.

Jake -> I love you, y/n.

Y/n -> I love you too.

Bonus:

Phil = hey, I didn't hear your reply.

??? = :)

Phil = what?

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Panic at the Haunted Maze

Part of meet cute Mondays

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Marinette couldn't see her group anymore. She didn't think anyone would miss her. She had just signed up to join a random group but she had turned and when she looked back she couldn't see them. All she found was another dead end. She didn't have her own flashlight and her phone died. Her shoes were definitely covered in mud.

Of course it started raining again.

She had done a corn maze in France before but it was nothing like this haunted maze. The path had been hardened and easy to follow when she went with a group from lycée. She remembered it being brighter and full of laughter. Maybe she was looking back with her heart shaped glasses. It was the unplanned moment that Marinette had finally been able to tell Adrien how she felt. Everything else about the night felt happy and fuzzy with the memory of her first kiss. It had been a couple years later that she found out her two previous kisses had been with him.

She definitely didn't remember soft, sticky mud underfoot with cold rain pouring down. Her pants might be as bad off her shoes. It was worse than walking through snow. Which would be happening soon as she could see the icy rain being joined by large, wet snowflakes as the temperature was dropping. That might be scarier than anything she had seen in the maze so far. Mostly it was jump scares but apparently the dead end she was currently in was so obviously the wrong path that no one had bothered to put anything scary there. She really needed to find a way out before she froze.

She pushed herself on and she was fairly certain she had found the main path. There were definitely louder, creepy sounds and some moving light up ahead. She knew that meant there would be a jump scare around the next corner so she took a breath and squared her shoulders to prepare herself. She could see the person moving quickly towards her in the dark. It was a black light moving back and forth, shining on all the floating ghosts. She could see where they were tethered and being blown to look spooky. But then the light illuminated the person. It could have been anything but it was a person in a catsuit, all bright white against the black around him. The large predatory eyes turned to her and the mouth formed an evil grin.

She didn’t even realize that she was screaming but she could hear the piercing sound. She rushed forward and slammed into Chat Blanc in a panic. He fell over and somehow didn’t reach out to grab her. She raced on in a frenzy to get away. She needed to find a place to transform. She could barely form words when she ran into civilians just ahead. They were trying to calm her down but she couldn’t process the English in her panic. One of them didn’t wait for her to process. He wrapped something warm around her and scooped her up. In only seconds he had reached the end of the haunted maze.

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Jason was surprised when he turned at the sound of crashing in the maze. He hadn’t remembered any of the last scares being particularly scary but something had clearly been knocked over and then a woman ran right into him. She was clearly in distress about something. Taking in her appearance with a too thin jacket, that had probably been fine an hour ago before the rain and now the snow and then the mud halfway to her knees, Jason didn’t wait to find out what had spooked her. He just wanted to help her. He wrapped her in his jacket and carried her to the exit. There were a few tents set up for those who needed a calm place to recover and there was a variety of warm drinks.

Possibly it wasn’t the best thing for him to do with a stranger, but she didn’t seem to be with anyone so he sat back on the cot in the tent and pulled her against his chest after helping her out of the wet jacket. He kept his arms around her, speaking softly or singing in French. The only French songs he knew were Jagged Stone ones but he just sang them much softer like a lullaby and hoped she would forgive him after. It took a bit but when he was trying to remember the words to Jagged’s song about a cartoon superhero Ladybug she seemed to become aware. She filled in his missing words anyway.

She still didn’t seem to fully realize where she was but he passed her a cup of hot cocoa and she started to sip it slowly. She was no longer shaking and her breathing had started to even out. Jason pulled back as soon as she started shifting. He was only trying to get her calm and warm so he didn’t want to overstep any more than he already had. He left his jacket on her as well as the blankets covering her arms and legs before trying to find out more.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked.

“I’m feeling very embarrassed and a bit confused,” she said.

“I don’t know what you saw but it was clearly enough to take you to something your brain couldn’t escape from,” he explained. “Did you come with anyone?”

“Yeah. But it wasn’t people I knew. I doubt they even noticed I was missing.”

"I'm Jason. Can you tell me who you are?"

"Uh, Marinette."

“Okay Marinette, we were not able to find anyone missing a person. There were 3 larger groups that had gotten out around that time.”

“I got lost a while back. I couldn't see and I got stuck in the mud. It started raining and everything was worse.”

“Do you have a way home or anyone who will be near you when you are home?”

“I rode in a van that brought a group of people. I could probably find another one leaving if there are other groups around.”

“I think they are all gone for the night. They are closing up here.”

“Oh no. I guess I could call a cab. My phone died though.”

“I have an idea. I live really close to here. It is not just me. I have brothers and sisters staying over. They wanted to make it an all night thing and keep on with scary movies.”

“I couldn’t do that. You don’t even know me and I definitely am not in the mood for scary movies.”

“I know you are having a rough night. You are cold and alone. I can’t just leave you. So if you want to go home, I will take you. But if you want to stay by the fire with lots of snacks and a pile of blankets, I’m offering,” he smiled. “Actually I’m begging. There are plenty of warm clothes and I’ll put on Pride and the Prejudice. It's the solution to all bad days.”

“You want to watch Pride and the Prejudice?”

“Of course I do. It’s a classic,” he said with a smile.

Jason kept pushing because he could see that she seemed interested. He really didn’t want her to be alone after tonight. He put her in the back of the car with Steph after introducing her to everyone, and he and Dick sat up front. They talked and joked for the few minutes it took until they reached the manor. He sent a message ahead to Alfred so he could have a fire going and heat up drinks for them. When they arrived Marinette was dragged off with Steph to get her clean dry clothes and an offer for a bath. Marinette chose to just clean up as much as possible and get directly into the clothes so she could warm up faster.

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Jason had not been kidding about the set up. She could see that he had Pride and the Prejudice queued up and a variety of foods set out. He pulled her over and dumped her into a pile of blankets wrapping one around her. Marinette tried to argue with the change in movie line up but Jason assured her that nothing had changed. The scary movies were still going in another room but he was going to watch Pride and the Prejudice anyway and it would be better with her. He sat near her on the couch and pushed play. Steph, Dick and Babs were in there with them but as it got later they left one by one.

Marinette felt so warm and cozy. It reminded her of movie nights with her parents. She didn’t know when she had slipped down into the covers but the credits were rolling now. She must have noticed the music change. She had fallen asleep and she was now leaning on Jason. He seemed to be okay with it. He had leaned back into the couch and had pulled some of the blanket over himself. His breathing was steady while he slept and Marinette found it comforting.

She knew it was odd to be basically cuddling with a stranger but she felt safe. Jason had helped her when she was panicking and he had offered choices with every suggestion. Each choice had always included the option of having one of his sisters there. He was protective but he also realized that he was a large man who could seem intimidating and he countered that with giving her agency to make her own choices

It was probably the drowsiness that had her move back down against him. He moved in his sleep and his arm pulled her close. She was smiling as she slipped back to sleep.

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willowbleedsonpaper · 3 years

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Winter In The Shade VII

Part VII

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2848

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius’ fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter’s. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: Some rudeness, angst is you squint, a little fluff.

A/N: I want to come here and say that I dedicate the dance in this chapter to my lovely wife @iwritesiriusly. I hope this somehow gives you a taste of what dancing with Sirius Black is.

I’m a little insecure about this chapter, I really don’t know why but I would really appreciate any kind of feedback letting me know your thoughts on this.

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Staring at the doors of the Great Hall you felt like you were arriving for the first time that night, the rapid pace of your heart reaching your ears as you took one hesitant step towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

“No.” you mumbled to yourself, turning on the spot as you stopped and closed your eyes for a moment, hearing the party still very much alive behind you. You felt some people rush past your side, the air flowing to your side as they stumbled their way out of the party. Your eyes fluttered open with a soft sigh, taking one deep breath back. “You promised.” you chastised yourself “One dance is not that important, not a big deal.” you muttered, turning once more with a confident look in your eyes “One dance.” you repeated, eyes burning on the ceiling of the Great Hall as you repeated the words inside your head.

You lowered your gaze from the spot you had been staring at, biting down on your lip as you took one step, placing one foot in front of the other with a slow pace. You wondered why you were so nervous, asking yourself why the thought of one dance woke everything inside of you. Was it the fact of the dance or who you were sharing that dance with? You had already admitted to yourself you wanted this, the idea so thrilling you had been thinking about it since you let yourself dream about it, even while dancing with Regulus.

Your stomach dropped at the thought, all the time spent with Regulus that night was pulled out from a fairytale, nothing could have made it more perfect and still, while you laughed in the company of your best friend your mind drifted to the thought of what waited for you later that night. Your mind drifted to Sirius Black.

You wanted this.

A small smile appeared on your face as your steps became more light, the stone floor didn’t feel so hard against your feet as the air around you cleared. The warmth of the party engulfed you as you started to look around, taking you deeper and deeper into the crowd as you looked for grey eyes. Minutes passed and you started to feel self conscious, placing your hands in front of you as you started to fidget with your fingers as you walk aimlessly.

“Looking for someone?”

Your body jumped at the closeness of the voice, the whisper falling next to your ear sending a shiver down your spine that made you turn, not before you took the smile that grew on your lips and changed it for a scowl as you recognized the voice.

A bright smile met your hard eyes as you looked up at him. He had his hands inside the pockets of his trousers, your eyes following the line of his body as you saw him for the first time that night, really seeing him. You remembered he had been wearing a suit jacket, the piece of clothing long forgotten as he stood just in his white shirt, the front of it untucked from his pants as he leaned back, your eyes snapping back at him as you felt the blush rise up on your cheeks.

“You looked a little lost there.” the smirk could be heard on his voice, the smug sound dripping with confidence as the colors in your cheeks darkened. If he noticed you staring at him, he mentioned nothing of it.

“Not lost.” you said, trying to sound bored as you crossed your arms in front of your chest “Just waiting.”

Sirius’s smile only widden, nodding his head as he turned to the door he had seen you enter not five minutes ago. “I apologize.” he told you in a low voice, moving to stand next to you as he failed to mention how he had to compose himself once he saw you entering the Great Hall, Remus and Peter intervening to get him to react as James panicked with him.

You both stayed in silence, not knowing what to say as you stood close to one another, the closer you had ever been on purpose. You had your head low, trying and failing to not smile as you felt his gaze on you, the gentle tilt of his head towards you making you want to hide.

It wasn’t until a slower song came up that you felt him look away, pushing his body from the wall he rested his weight on. He disappeared from your eyesight, making you lift your head only to find him standing in front of you with his hand open to you. “May I have this dance?” he asked with a soft but playful smile.

You considered it, looking up to his eyes and then back down to his hand. Softly, you placed your hand on his, his grasp secure around your hand as he led you to the center of the dance floor, his arm extended widely as you spun for a short second before he pulled you towards him, a breathy chuckle emerging from you as you felt the air flow around you. Standing close to each other you looked up to him, his eyes looking softly down on you as he just stood there.

“You don’t have to do this, not if you don’t want to.” he whispered, his hold on your hand loose.

You tilted your head with a frown but said nothing, considering his words. Pursing your lips, you looked at everything you could lay your eyes on before you settled on his eyes. Taking a small step towards him, you stood on your tiptoes and placed your hands softly around his neck, lacing your fingers “I believe I made a promise.”

His smile mirrored the one in your face, only his grew even more bright. His hands slowly coming to rest on either side of your waist as you started to move slowly to the sound of the song.

The music echoed the walls of the Great Hall in a soft tune, the melody barely there but still enough to make everything else feel silent. There were no other sounds but the notes coming from the music that guided your soft swaying, no background chatter from the couples dancing around you, there was nothing else to see but the storms moving inside his grey eyes as he stared back at you with the same intensity you felt in your own gaze.

He broke his gaze from you for a moment, looking away as he took a deep breath, making you smile as you moved your head to follow his movements. He slowly turned his head back to you, leaning next to your ear “Did I mention that you look lovely tonight?” he asked in a low voice, straightening his back while holding your gaze.

You followed his eyes, your face softening from the coldness that radiated as you stared at him with curiosity. “Thank you.” you said gently, turning your head to the side as your feet followed his lead.

“Why do you do that?” he asked suddenly but still gentle, making you turn your attention back to him.

“Do what?” you asked, your lips in a line as he scoffed lightly. You raised an eyebrow at him when his face turned into a questioning look, his chuckle only adding to the confusion that rose up on you “What is it?” you asked, suddenly self conscious of everything around you.

Sirius felt how you grip tightened around his neck, your arms and your entire body tense in comporasion of the lightness with which you had carried yourself the entire night, but he couldn’t help but ask. He had seen you arrive with a smile, he was sure you had been looking for him and he wasted no time and went to you. He felt how you discretely got closer to him when you both rested against a wall, how you tried to hide the smiles that fought you to come to the surface. He saw how the happiness and excitement lighting up your face was buried under your unbothered look as you avoided his face and he couldn’t help but wonder. “Why do you pretend you're not enjoying yourself?” he asked more directly.

Your eyebrows rose up in surprise, eyes wide as you stared at him trying to come up with words “I- I am not pretending!” you squeaked, your voice high as you glared at him.

He laughed, his eyes shining with amusement as he looked around the place, finding the Great Hall mostly empty, only a few couples still dancing while some groups of friends and the Marauders lingered on the sides while chatting. How long had you two been dancing? “Care to join me for a walk?” he asked, taking his hands from your waist and offering one to you.

You were sure your jaw was hanging open, looking down to his hand “I only promised you a dance.” you said, taking a step back from him.

“See?” he smirked “Still pretending.” he closed his palm, placing his hands on his back as he vowed dramatically “I wish you a good night, m’lady.” he mocked, flashing you a smile before he walked away.

You stared at the back of his head, missing completely the wink he sent in his friends direction as he never turned back to look at you. Your eyes widened as you suppressed the scream rising in your throat, clenching your fists as you snatched your jacket from the table you had left it and went after him.

“Where is your idiot of a friend?” you hissed, nearing the Marauders with a dangerous glint in your eyes.

They all stared at you, lips pursed as they fought their laughs. “That would be me.” James said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he gave you his charming smile.

You laughed sarcastically, turning to the more composed men in their group “You know what I mean.” you stated.

“We really don’t.” said Remus “Do you know what the lady means, Peter?”

“Not a clue.”

They all laughed loudly, your groan only fueling their amusement as you practically marched toward the door.

“She’s going the wrong way.” Peter warned in between laughs, elbowing the sides of his friends.

“Turn left, love!” James yelled, seconds passing by before he saw you walk back from where you had disappeared with your middle finger raised in their direction. They all erupted in laughter, wiping the tears from their cheeks as they looked at one another with a knowing look.

“Merlin, I like her.” Remus said “She’s gonna give Sirius a hard time.”

“That she is.” Peter agreed.

*******

You went the direction they pointed for you, muttering under your breath as you walked the empty halls of the castle.

“Looking for someone?”

The scream that left you could’ve been confused for someone being attacked, your eyes closed shut as you doubled over your body and fell to the ground into a protective stance. Only the loud laughs erupting from him behind you making you rise to your full height, sharply tuning to him “Stop doing that!” you said, glaring his way. But he wouldn’t stop, and you couldn’t help but admire how his body moved as he laughed, throwing his head back as he paced to keep his body moving. Your glare melted into amusement as you replayed the scene in your head, picturing yourself as you screamed and then falling to the ground. Soon you had started laughing too and Sirius slowed down to turn to you, his smile reaching his eyes as he saw your body shake with your laugh, he could swear he started to fall in love right there and then.

You calmed down as best as you could, both still a chuckling mess “Remind me to scare you more frequently.” he said, his hand thoughtlessly reaching for a strand of hair that fell over your eyes, placing it behind your ear “You look adorable.”

You laugh breathlessly, shaking your head as you rest your arms over the railing that seperated the gardens from the corridors of the castle “You say that as if this is happening again.” you said, your own words leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

“Would that be so bad?” he asked, mirroring your position over the railing “And you can’t stop pretending, I know this is just a facade.” he said, his finger dancing in front of your face.

“I’m not pretending.” you repeated yet again, a sigh leaving your lips as you let your head hang loosely “You don’t get it, do you?” you asked him, your voice tired as you turned on your side to look at him.

“Clearly I don’t.” he answered.

“I won’t lie and say I didn’t have fun. Tonight it’s probably one of the most fun I have ever had in my entire life, the night I will always remember and tell my children about. And it’s mostly because of you.”

He stared at you, his eyes shining as he said nothing, his silence encouraging to continue.

“You feel like fresh air after spending the entire day out in the sun, like a cold drink after having been playing for hours non stop. You are those feelings that one feels after discovering a new song, or after reading a new poem, finding the right answer to a question that has been on your head forever. And I really like that, I do, but I can’t let myself go after those feelings.”

He tilted his head in confusion, sadness taking over his features “Why not?” he asked in a whisper.

You bit down on your lip, smiling tightly in his direction “Because I will only want more.” you whispered, “I can’t do that, not to him.” you feared that if you said it more loudly it would become more real, that the battle happening inside of you would explode “My cold face is me trying to protect your brother. But me right now? That’s me enjoying your company more than I thought I would.” More than you would care to admit.

He squinted his eyes, shaking his head in confusion “So you would sacrifice your happiness for him?” he asked, his voice almost bitter.

You chuckled gently, a soft smile on your lips as you stared at the sky “That's’ a bit dramatic.” you said, glancing briefly at him “Do you want me to be honest?” you asked, his answer barely audible “I don’t think I’m sacrificing my happiness for him, I’m just trying to be the best friend I can be.”

He hummed, the silence that followed peaceful as you both looked at the sky. Standing side to side with nothing but a slow breeze of air separating you.

“Can I ask you a question?”

You turned to him for a second, his eyes never moving from the stars “Of course.”

He thought about his words for a moment, taking a deep breath “Do you fancy Regulus?”

His question took you by surprise, your face barely changing but the slow turn of your head giving it away. You would have laughed, but his eyes were so serious you held back from doing it. “No.” you answered simply, turning back to look at the sky.

“Are you sure?” Because…”

“I’m sure.” you assured him calmly.

*******

Sirius walked you back to your common room that night after a few more hours of friendly chat. He didn’t want the night to end but he was sure you had to get up early the next day to go home for the Holidays, so he offered to walk you to your common room, staying there until you disappeared behind the door.

“Well, well.” said James, who sat on the floor of the Gryffindor common room “If it isn’t our lover boy.”

“Did she punch you?” asked Remus, almost throwing himself over the back of the couch at the sound of his friend entering the room.

“What? No.” he said, throwing the first thing he found in his path in Remus’ direction, missing his head by mere inches. “She’s just…” he started, never completing his phrase as his mind drifted.

“Oh, Merlin.” Peter muttered.

“Oh, Merlin indeed.” agreed James, staring ast Sirius from his spot.

“He’s in love.” Remus whispered.

Sirius told them all about what happened, avoiding the details that didn't concern them as he narrated everything until the moment they went their separate ways.

“So she likes you?” asked Peter.

“It seems like she does.” James said, looking for confirmation in the others.

“But you promised to leave her alone?” Remus reminded him, getting a nod from Sirius “How is that going to work, you genius?” he asked.

“Don’t worry Moony.” he said with a smile “I won’t have to go after her now.” He stated confidently, getting confused looks from his friends, James being the first one to catch on.

“She is going to look for you.”

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thebigoblin · 3 years

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Sterek Fic Recs Part 3

[You can find the first two lists here: Fluffy Sterek Recs & Sterek Fic Recs. Also here's a special fic, check it out]

First off, thank you all for a 100 followers!! As of September 7, 2021 you've made me feel really, really good about my obsession with two oblivious idiots (with sprinkles of the hale pack and other fandoms), and this is my way of thanking you ♥️

If you're on PC, you can see that there is a page dedicated solely to fic recs, which caters to other ships & fandoms too. So don't feel left out if you're looking for something other than Sterek!

Without further ado, let's get to it then!

an awful curse

Isaac is asleep in a chair. The angle of his neck makes Derek wince in sympathy.

"Isaac," Derek says.

Isaac snaps awake immediately.

"You're-"

"Where's Stiles?"

"Stiles?" Isaac asks.

Jesus. It's not like they know more than one.

AU - Canon Divergence | 6.3k | By blinkiesays

Throw Away The Key

Stiles knew it was stupid to go to the hunters’ headquarters all by himself, so when he finds himself caught, he can really only blame himself.

It shouldn't surprise Stiles when the situation quickly goes from bad to worse as the hunters throw him to a feral werewolf waiting to tear him apart.

Sucks that it's Derek, though.

AU - Canon Divergence | 5.9k | By mommymuffin

Whatever Happened Last Night, Why Did Glitter Have to Be Involved?

Derek rolled out of bed in search of his phone - quickly finding it in the pair of jeans that had evidently been tossed aside haphazardly on the way to the bed. Seeing the pants sparked flashes of memories - wolfsbane-laced alcohol, loud music, multicolored lights.

Peter’s new supernatural-friendly club - the pack had gone to the opening night party.

He unlocked his phone and opened the pack group chat, which Erica had affectionately named ‘Moon Sluts’.

>>Derek: What the fuck happened last night

[or: Derek wakes up with three things on his mind: he feels like he was punched by a troll, his mate is missing, and there's glitter covering his bed. Oh, and the pack group chat is mildly helpful]

Prompt #159 - “Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.”

Crack Vibes | 1.2k | By ash_mcj

Good to Eat

So if Stiles married Derek Hale, he could become Jewish too? Perfect. It was settled. Stiles gleefully shoveled a forkful of cheesy shells into his mouth.

"Uh oh. I know that look.” Claudia shook her head.

"Don’t worry, Mom, ” Stiles said, reaching for his plastic Batman cup.

"I’ve got a plan.”

"Good luck, Derek Hale,” his mother muttered.

Rude.

AU - Childhood Friends | 1.7k | By Jmeelee

Murder Brows and Avoidance Tactics

Derek gets the wrong end of the stick.

Written for prompt: "You're jealous, aren't you?"

AU - Everybody Lives | 2k | By Dragonink13

Double Vision (only registered users can read this one)

"So what caused my hearing and sense of smell to dull?"

Deaton's brow furrowed, all amusement vanishing from his face. "What do you mean?"

Derek snapped, letting loose all of his anger and fear at the man before him. "I mean I can't hear your heartbeat or the cars down below or the birds in the attic! I can't smell the flowers in Mrs. Everett's apartment, I can't smell the rotting burger in the fridge that Isaac left in there a month ago, I can't smell or hear anything like I normally can!" Deaton mouth was pressed into a thin line. "Can you explain that?!"

Tumblr Prompt: Derek jealous of himself.

AU - Everyone Lives | 6.1k | By Novkat21

Kiss?

Derek likes kissing Stiles, honestly he does. Until he doesn't.

Fluff | 3.6k | By clotpolesonly

Oblivious Misadventures, and Other Such Tales

Going to college was exciting and new, a chance for new friends and a fresh start, and the best part was, there was a supernatural fraternity on campus, meaning Scott finally had the freedom to be himself.

Then he met the resident human who came with a stalker alpha. What was the point of a supernatural fraternity if he still had to pretend to be human. And seriously, did Stiles ever fall asleep somewhere normal?

(aka - Five TImes Scott Found Derek and Stiles Sleeping, and the One Time He Didn't)

AU, Supernatural is real but not known by everyone, Alive Hale Family | 11.2k | By Little Spoon

Call Me (Cliché)

When the sheriff's sister ends up in a wheelchair for the duration of summer, Stiles' dreams of three months full of pack bonding, late-night video games and bro-time with Scott come crashing down. He's temporarily relocated to Redford, a three hour drive away, and he can already tell he won't be getting many visitors.

Sure the pack will forget about him while he's gone, Stiles is determined to make the most of his summer of isolation, training his body and mind - and his magic - so he can come back with a bang, and maybe catch a certain Sourwolf's eye.

Then Derek shows up at his window one night with a flimsy excuse about needing research done. Suddenly, his summer away is looking a whole lot more interesting.

AU - Canon Divergence | 84.6k | By Orphan_Account aka the author has dissociated themselves from the fic

Shiver

Stiles has really, really cold hands. Luckily, Derek knows just what to do about that.

Established Relationship | 1.7k | By canistakahari

Derek Hale's Possible Heart

An anon sent me a sterek prompt for Laura teasing Derek and Stiles joining in, then somehow sharing their feelings for each other in the mess of things.

AU - Canon Divergence | 4.3k | By loserchildhotpants

What's a Secret Identity?

Stiles sipped at a mug of coffee, absently watching the news play in the break room. Because of course a news station couldn't play anything other than its own content, even in the one part of the office that was supposed to be a safe space from work. His interview with Superman was making a rerun and Stiles glanced at Derek before commenting absently, “I’d totally let Superman fuck me.”

Derek, who had been in the middle of a swig of coffee, choked violently, “That’s not something I needed to know at nine in the morning, Stiles.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “What time would you prefer I tell you about all of the things I would let Superman do to my body?”

AU, Derek is Superman | 7k | By Chrystie, imabignerd and kate882

i see that you've come so far [just like them old stars]

But her big brother’s unwillingness to touch anyone, like he thinks he doesn’t deserve it isn’t the only thing she notices. She also notices how Stiles doesn’t touch him.

Everyone reaches for Derek in some form or another, but Stiles- Stiles is something different altogether because he reaches for Derek but he never makes contact.

He’ll be trying to shimmy past Derek and instead of putting a hand on his arm like most of them do, he’ll reach out with a hand and stop it scant centimeters away from Derek’s skin.

Or they’ll be walking alongside each other and Stiles will hover a hand on Derek’s lower back.

It’s both fascinating and tragic to watch, like NASA lost control of one of their robots and instead of it landing on the moon it’s fated to gravitate around it.

AU - Canon Divergence | 2.3k | By crossroadswrite

Déjà Vu

There’s a shop in Beacon Hills that no one knows anything about except that the mysterious proprietor, a witch in whispered circles, knows what you need before you do and that the things given are always just what you need.

Derek, lost after a breakup, heads into the shop to see if he can find something to help him forget his ex. The witch gives him a potion to drink, and when Derek wakes up, he finds he’s sixteen again and there’s a new student at his school, Stiles Stilinski.

Everything is familiar and yet not, and Derek finds he’s strangely drawn to Stiles in a way that is entirely supernatural.

AU, Supernatural is Real | 8.8k | By gremlins-came-and-got-me and StaciNadia

Start Small, Like Oak Trees

The months following Allison's death have passed Stiles by in a haze of monotony. He sleepwalks through days that seem to lose their color, an unwilling passenger in a body he no longer trusts. Eventually, he thinks, he'll just fade away. He isn't sure anyone would notice. Then, during a spur of the moment grocery run, he stumbles upon Derek Hale attempting to console a lost child, and for the first time in recent memory the world doesn't seem so awful.

He's not sure what he'd been expecting when he eventually convinces Derek to move into the Stilinski's spare bedroom, but a newfound passion for weeding and topsoil certainly isn't it.

AU - Canon Divergence | 24.2k | By SmallBirds

Undercover K9

As it usually goes, Derek acts before he thinks. This time he has a good reason, though-it's all Stiles' fault. Mostly.

Or, that time when Derek volunteered to spend all his spare time as a wolf with the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Office K9 Unit, just to protect Stiles' dumb ass.

Future Fic | 17.9k | By Cobrilee

Rose Colored Glasses

“Obviou—um, what? Derek?” Stiles managed. “What? You’re not colorblind. You’re colorblind?”

“Yes.” Derek said gruffly. “And?”

“And? What do you mean and? You can’t see colors?” Stiles demanded, thrown. “Does it—what kind is it? Red-green? Blue-yellow? Why doesn’t—oh my god, is this why your entire freaking wardrobe was completely black until like two years ago? Oh my god!”

“There’s nothing wrong with having a favorite color, Stiles.”

Established Relationship | 2.2k | By SassyStarboard

1,460 Days (gotta clean my slate)

Two years after Scott becomes Alpha and Derek gives it up for Cora, Stiles gets hurt during a fight and ends up in a coma for two weeks. According to the nurse, a guy has been visiting him every day and, as much as he wishes it were Derek, it sounds a lot like Scott. Except he and Scott aren't even friends anymore.

AU - Canon Divergence | 10k | By army_of_angels

This is it for now. Happy reading y'all! ♥️

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Dainty-Fred Weasley x Beauxbatons!Reader

(GIF credit to @fgweasley)

Tags: @wand3ringr0s3 @obsessedwithrandomthings-blog

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi!!!! i was wondering if you could do a Fred x beauxbatons!reader during the goblet of fire era and he’s like completely enamored with her and gets super fumbly when she’s around. She’s friends with Fleur and apart of the more popular group so he also gets a bit insecure thinking she wouldn’t like him, but she ends up making a move and they are sad when she has to leave bUT (b u t) turns out she actually transfers to Hogwarts to finish her schooling.’

Characters: Fred Weasley x Beauxbatons!Reader, Fleur Delacour x Beauxbatons!Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Insecurities, feeling left out, mentions of death, lots of fluff

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It was agitating to the girls of Hogwarts to see every boy fawn over any Beauxbaton girl that crossed their path...until they saw the students from the Durmstrang Institute. It was no surprise that crushes and friendships were formed as the schools joined together for the Triwizard Tournament. Students were able to see other children their age who they had never met, rather than seeing the same people everyday.

(Y/N) sat with her group of friends as they awaited the announcement of each school’s champion. Fleur had confidently put her name in the Goblet of Fire, whereas (Y/N) couldn’t even face the thought of going through that sort of torture. Prior to this, she had a long conversation with Fleur, making sure her friend knew what she was getting herself into. But Fleur was ecstatic to put herself forward. (Y/N) neither had the courage or skill to even consider doing this sort of challenge.

“He’s staring again!” a friend exclaimed, causing her and the others to giggle as they looked at (Y/N).

She suddenly felt on the spot, until she realised they were talking about someone behind her. Hesitantly peeking over her shoulder. It was the tall boy again, the one with long ginger hair.

“(Y/N), you should go speak to him!” Fleur nudged her.

She faced forward again.“Because that will go really well. You know I’ll just embarrass myself.”

“For a Beauxbaton, you really don’t uphold the name very well.” a friend joked, the girls breaking out into giggles again.

(Y/N) laughed along, though it was forced. Although it wasn’t meant to be serious, it still hurt. (Y/N) wasn’t as polished as she hoped she would be after so many years at her school. The other girls were flawless. (Y/N) had to repeatedly rehearse their entrance to Hogwarts whereas they all got it almost straight away. It was embarrassing at times. Her marks in every class were very good, she wasn’t a bad student. But if you took one look at her, you wouldn’t think she was from the same school as the girls sat around her. They were her friends, they loved her as any friend would. She just wished their jokes weren’t always about her.

They were shushed as the headmaster of Hogwarts caught everyone’s attention, instructing them to sit down. Everyone did as they were told, silence washing over them. Dumbledore announced that it was time for the champion selection, darkening the room with a flick of his hand. Everyone waited in anticipation as he caught the first piece of parchment thrown out, announcing Viktor Krum the champion for Durmstrang (not so surprising). (Y/N)’s friend group burst into cheers as Fleur was chosen to represent Beauxbatons. (Y/N) clapped vigorously and cheered loudly until she realised her fellow classmates weren’t being as eccentric as her. Cedric Diggory was last for Hogwarts, and now a buzz of excitement filled the room...until Harry Potter’s name was shot out of the Goblet.

The longest five minutes of silence followed after Harry reluctantly followed the other champions. Students whispered to each other as soon as he left the hall, wondering how the boy wonder got his name in there, and why the Goblet chose two champions for Hogwarts. They were told to leave, and everyone knew the teachers were worried and unsure.

(Y/N) chatted away to her friends, coming up with theories as to why this happened, as well as discussing how they could help Fleur prepare for the challenges. She was so caught up in conversation, she didn’t notice her admirer walking a few steps behind her, his frame towering way over hers. However, her friends definitely saw this, one of them taking the liberty to step on the back of her shoe, causing the heel to slip off. (Y/N) yelped as she stumbled, the heel buckling underneath her. Although she wasn’t going to fall, two pairs of hands steadied her by catching her shoulders.

“Oh!” she exclaimed as she stood upright.“I’m so sorry I-”

(Y/N) caught sight of her group smirking and raising their eyebrows at her as they disappeared around the corner, along with most of the other students walking by.

“-I really need to get some new shoes.”

“As long as you’re alright. Can’ recommend a good shoe shop though. Cause, you know.”

(Y/N) politely smiled, wondering where he was going with this.

“Because...” Fred was trying to come up with his own answer.“Because I’m a boy...man.”

“It should be alright.” (Y/N) said, reaching down to slide the shoe back on her heel.“Thank you though. That was very kind of you.”

“Oh, y-you’re welcome. So, are you from Beauxbatons? Of course you are, that was stupid of me to ask.”

“Did the obnoxiously blue uniform give it away?” she joked.

“I think they’re lovely. Not in a weird way though! Just...um, they’re just different to our drab colours. Everyone blends into one really.”

“I wouldn’t mind that sometimes.”

“Hm?”

“Oh, it’s only...no, sorry, I won’t bore you.”

“You couldn’t bore me!” Fred answered way too quickly.“I’m Fred, Fred Weasley.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Um, I should probably head back to my friends.”

“Yeah, yeah course. See you later.”

“See you later.”

Both teenagers kept their smiles until they turned away from one other, cringing at how the conversation went. Each thought they had blown it, that the other wouldn’t want to talk to them again (which of course, was the very opposite). It felt silly to (Y/N), but she wanted to know more about him already. He was the first guy to come up to her and actually have a conversation, even if it was awkward. Fred couldn’t believe he had spoken to a Beauxbatons girl, especially one that was friends with Fleur Delacour. He hoped that he would be able to find (Y/N) again away from her friends. Girls were scary when they grouped together.

Unfortunately, Fred and (Y/N) found it difficult to see each other again. (Y/N) was swept up into helping Fleur prepare for the tournament, and Fred was creating more business opportunities with his brother. When (Y/N) first returned to her friends after the interaction with the boy who had been staring at her, she expected them to be waiting with anticipation, ready to throw any questions at her, want to know what happened. But she got nothing. She was slightly disappointed, then felt guilty for wanting attention, when clearly this was Fleur’s day.

Fred on the other hand was being tormented. The girls thought it sweet he managed to get a few words out, albeit it a bit head on, whereas the boys relentlessly teased him. They would joke it never happened, or if it did, he could surely waltz up to her again and talk to her. Fred wished he never opened his mouth.

They didn’t speak until after the first task. The pair had stolen glances at each other whenever they could, and (Y/N) couldn’t help doing so whilst the champions faced the dragons, even when Fleur was up. She wanted to talk with him after all four champions made it out alive, but students wanted to go with their representatives to see the golden egg they retrieved. Fred was excited for his friend, though he too was frustrated that his chances (and courage) to speak to (Y/N) again were vanishing.

A few days later, (Y/N) and her group of friends were huddled in the courtyard, gossiping about the upcoming Yule Ball. It was all anyone talked about actually. The faculty found it hilarious and sweet to watch the young students get all flustered over who to ask, how to do it and what to wear, as well as dealing with rejection.

Fred was shoved forward by George as they saw the group of vultures (girls). He sent a glare back to his twin brother, knowing he had been talking himself up to ask (Y/N) to the ball. He hardly knew her, but it was proving difficult to even have a small chat. His heart was racing as he got closer. What if she said no? Was he being stupid thinking she was interested? Why was he doing this in public and in front of her friends?!

The girls looked up as they saw who was approaching, giggling and cooing at (Y/N). She didn’t take any notice, a genuine smile on her face. That smile dropped when she saw Fred tense up, halting in his steps before quickly turning back around. Her friends burst into laughter, and she sent them a scowl before running after him.

“Fred?” (Y/N) called out as she caught up with him.

He cautiously faced her.“Uh, yeah, that’s me. You know that’s me, why would I-”

“Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Fred’s mouth was open in shock, wanting to say yes immediately, but surprised she had been the one to ask.“Y-yes. Yes!”

“Great!”

“Yeah, that’s great.”

The two of them could feel their friends watching with eager eyes.

(Y/N) decided to take matters into her own hands.“Can we...can we maybe go for a walk? Now?”

“Let’s go.” Fred was quick to answer.

They walked in silence, somehow knowing where they were headed without a specific destination. Fred took more of a lead when he thought of a place to go. (Y/N) closely followed, spotting a long bridge built next to a viaduct, the cascading water running underneath it. They made it halfway along the bridge before Fred leaned against a post, looking out to the landscape, (Y/N) standing opposite and following his gaze.

“I was going to ask, you know.” Fred started.

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) looked at him.

“When I walked over. I was about to ask you when your friends...they um-”

“They’re scary, I know.”

Fred turned to face her.“What?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love them all but sometimes we can look quite intimidating as a group. Well, they do, I don’t.”

“Are you joking? I was terrified to talk to you for the first time!”

“Me? Why?”

Fred didn’t have the confidence to look her in the eye as he spoke.“Because you’re a Beauxbatons girl. I mean, you’re all pretty but compared to the rest of them, you’re gorgeous. And you hold yourself so well, you’re with the popular group, meaning if I did anything wrong, everyone would know within seconds-”

“Fred, are you sure you’ve approached the right girl?”

His head shot up again.“Hm?”

“If someone were to describe me, they wouldn’t use any of those words. I’m an awful representation of my school. It’s a wonder I even made friends, let alone be in the ‘popular’ group. They all think that.”

“Who? Your friends?”

“Yeah. They...I don’t know, sometimes they say these things that I have to laugh off, because it’s not specifically mean, but it still hurts.”

“Well if it’s upsetting you, then it’s mean. Friends aren’t supposed to do that.”

“But they have supported me through a lot. I think they just wish I was more...dainty. I laugh out loud too much, get over excited when something good or fun happens. They rolled their eyes at me once because I used a prank device on them that my cousin got my for Christmas. It was supposed to be funny, but they called me childish.”

“Who doesn’t love a good joke? You really should make some new friends.”

“What’s the point? I’m almost done with school. One more year and then I can make new friends wherever I go next.”

“And where do you want to go?”

“Somewhere where I can have fun and laugh everyday.”

Fred smiled.“I think we have a lot more in common than we thought.”

Fred’s words played on (Y/N)’s mind after their pleasant stroll. Fred had showed her around the castle, or what he could in the small amount of time they had. Both were blushing at times, instantly trying to come up with a conversation starter as soon as a second of silence occurred. Nervous giggles escaped them both at times, hiding their face so the other couldn’t see their blushing cheeks.

(Y/N) also found herself hanging out with Fred more than her own friends, and she didn’t feel as guilty as she thought she would. It started with one lunch time together, then a full afternoon. Of course she still helped Fleur and tried to have time with her friends, but (Y/N) had another year at school with them, she didn’t know when she could see Fred again. Her group wasn’t too thrilled about that, which (Y/N) could understand; what she couldn’t understand was why her friends weren’t asking anything about Fred. Anytime the others so much as glanced at a boy, they were all over them, shooting out as many questions as possible. (Y/N) secretly felt even worse when none of them discussed what she was wearing to the ball.

Walking at the back of the group, (Y/N) smoothed down her dress, wishing her friends weren’t in such a bad mood with her. Surprisingly, Fleur had been alright with the matter, but (Y/N) supposed that was because she was focusing on the challenges. What if Fred was right? Were the girls secretly being mean to her? Or was that just because he was seeing it from a boy’s point of view? They always had it so much easier.

The girls all turned around to face each other when they reached the doors of the great hall, (Y/N) was relieved when she was involved. Fleur held hands with the girls beside her, everybody copying to form the circle together.

“This is going to be the best night ever!” Fleur declared, all of them squealing in excitement.“I will see you on the dance floor ladies.”

They all separated, (Y/N) unsure of where to go. She was meeting Fred here, but couldn’t see him, which amused her because of how tall he was, he was hard to miss. Her fingers fiddled together, stopping herself from touching her hair, she had spent far too long on it. Her heart was beating fast, throat feeling choked up as she thought Fred hadn’t shown up. Was this all a joke? He had seemed so genuine. What if her friends had something to do with this? She then felt bad for thinking of them in that way.

“Wow.”

(Y/N) heard someone gasp behind her, but didn’t turn around. That would be a nice reaction to have though.

“Um, I’ll say it again.” she realised it was Fred’s voice.“Wow.”

(Y/N) spun around, her dress swirling against the floor, grinning as she saw Fred in his suit.

“You look so handsome!” she exclaimed before she could think, embarrassingly slapping her hand over her mouth.

“Oh, thank you. I did think I was going to be the best looking here, but you proved me wrong.” Fred was proud of himself when he didn’t mess up that line.

(Y/N) giggled, looking down at the floor.“I’m very excited for tonight. I’m sorry in advance if I step on your toes.”

They both forgot about any nerves, worries or cares once they entered that hall. None of (Y/N)’s friends approached her the whole evening, proving how she really felt about them. She could see them meeting up at times, or some of the pairing up to gossip. But it never bothered her, because she was with Fred the entire time. His friends were with them too, she felt more free, as if she didn’t have to look over her shoulder to see if she was doing every single thing right. Her shoulders weren’t tensed, her posture was slightly slouched, and she could laugh and sing as loud as she wanted to.

“It was so hot in there.” (Y/N) breathed out as her and Fred left the ball.

“Bloody hell, that breeze is nice.” Fred said as he took off his bow tie.

Their arms were linked as they walked together, slowly traipsing down the halls. They got their breaths back before talking, letting the sweat on their skin dry. (Y/N)’s cheeks were aching from smiling so much. She glanced down to their arms, feeling confident and sliding her hand down to his, linking their fingers together. The pair caught each other’s eye, laughing at the gesture. They found a small, winding staircase to sit a the bottom of, knowing no one would be using them or passing by. They still held hands, leaning into one another.

“Tonight was...amazing.” (Y/N) beamed.

“I’m glad I could cheer you up.” Fred said.

“I’m glad I’m here for a while. It’s just that...” she ducked her head.

“What?”

“I don’t want to leave.”

Fred lowered his head to meet her gaze, tilting her face up to look at him. He tried to hide that his fingers were shaking.“Me neither.”

“I’ve had so much fun with you in the short amount of time we’ve had together. I feel like we’ve really got to know each other.”

“I think that limited time has made us realise we needed to....uh, we need to um-”

“Cherish our moments together?”

“That’s where I was headed, yeah.”

“How cliche.”

“Y-yeah. But, I don’t mind it.”

“No, I don’t. You know, you’re the first boy I’ve ever da-well, I’ve ever hanged out with.”

“Am I living up to your expectations?” Fred really wanted to know, he wasn’t just teasing her.

(Y/N) glanced down at their intertwined hands as she answered.“You’ve exceeded them.”

There was a few moments of silence before Fred spoke.“W-will you, uh, stand with me for the rest of the challenges? Just so we make the most of it?”

(Y/N) didn’t hesitate to answer.“Of course I will!”

Fred was dazzled by her smile. It made him feel happy, he loved being the reason behind it. His instincts took over as they gazed into each other’s eyes, leaning forward too fast as he went in to kiss her; their teeth hit, both yelping as they pulled away. Touching their lips, they checked for any damage before laughing.

“I really messed that up, didn’t I?” Fred admitted.

She shook her head.“You can try again.”

This time, Fred was more cautious. (Y/N) wished he didn’t take so long, though at the same time, she wanted to make sure she was prepared. They still held hands as their lips met, this time more softly before Fred added more pressure. (Y/N) refrained from smiling during the kiss, not wanting to buck teeth again, or bite his lip by accident. It was short, but neither wanted to point that out, worried that the other thought it was enough. However, as they pulled apart, Fred and (Y/N) realised they wanted more. It was sweet how they exchanged kisses, not talking for the next five minutes. This wasn’t what either had expected to occur during the strange and dangerous competition, although it certainly made things more interesting.

Although (Y/N) loved being beside Fred throughout the rest of her stay, helping him and George with their bets, the Triwizard Tournament ended terribly. The death of a young boy had happened and Voldemort was back. (Y/N) was relieved that Fleur was alive (and the others, she didn’t want anyone hurt), but found herself looking at the bigger picture. Fred had given her more joy than her friend did in a few weeks. She needed to stop feeling guilty, she needed to think what was good for herself.

“So, this is it then.” Fred sadly said as they stood in the courtyard with all the other students.

They held each other’s hands as they talked.“Yes. Oh, Fred I don’t want to go!”

She flung her arms around him, hugging him close. He immediately held her tighter.“Hey, we can write to each other. And we said about meeting in summer.”

“I know but-”

“Come on (Y/N)!” Fleur called, signalling that they had to go.

“Don’t worry. I’m never going to forget you. And I’ll write everyday.”

“Me too, Fred!”

Unlike most romantic flings, Fred and (Y/N) kept their word to each other. They wrote constantly, sending each other gifts, updating them about their days. When summer came, Fred was upset that (Y/N) couldn’t make it, though tried not to show his disappointment. It wasn’t her fault, there was a lot going on with her family, and he knew how important that was. Everyone noticed the slump he went into, he wasn’t in a mood all of the time, but there were moments they could see the sadness in his eyes.

Fred sighed as he followed the rest of his family into King’s Cross, preparing himself for another year of school. This was his last year, the really serious one. However, (Y/N) was still on his mind, especially because her letters hadn’t been as detailed as they usually were. He guessed she was also getting ready for her last year.

“Fred!”

He could have sworn he heard (Y/N)’s voice. He looked over his shoulder, still holding onto his trolley, his eyes widening when he saw who was running towards her.

(Y/N) wished her suitcases weren’t so heavy as she pushed it down the platform, her poor parents trying to keep up with her. Once close enough, she forgot about her belongings, so confident that she could just run up and kiss him...until she saw his family. Awkwardly halting, her and Fred chuckled to fill the silence, opting for a simple hug.

“What are you doing here?” Fred asked.

“I transferred here for my last year. I just felt like I should be with people I like and who will support me.”

“That’s amazing!”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“It certainly is!”

“I don’t mean to spoil the moment love birds, but we’re going to miss the train at this rate.” George interrupted, a cheeky grin on his face.

Fred rolled his eyes.“He’s right, for once.”

“Come on then! I want you to take me all around Hogwarts once we get there!”

“Don’t you worry, I won’t be leaving your side for the rest of the year.”

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[TRR: WD106] Avoiding A Blunder

Summary: Prince Liam has to fill in for Crown Prince Leo, and Murphy’s Law is put into motion at the end of his trip. Chaos ensues, condensed Wacky Drabble style. Fic Rating/Warning: M; alcohol consumption, minor health/medical emergency, anxiety/angst Author’s Note: All main characters belong to Pixelberry/The Royal Romance, I’m just borrowing them * Fictional versions of IRL individuals are included with affection; any other characters mentioned in this piece are my creation * This is my submission for @wackydrabbles Prompt 106: You’re gonna get us busted! * You have @the-soot-sprite and @ao719 to thank for this ridiculousness, lol - Soot reblogged a photo, Betsy sent me this request

and...this is what my brain came up with (PS - thank you both for the movie discussion) * For the purposes of this story, Triydalia is a fictional country that shares a border with Thailand * Word Count: 1999 😅 (7 minutes reading time)

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Liam was used to filling in for Leo at a moment’s notice; participating in conference calls with ambassadors for early morning updates when Leo overslept, and attending meetings with ministers when Leo went AWOL. He’d grown accustomed to his brother’s antics, but he wondered how Bastien managed to keep his position, when he’d lost track of Leo’s whereabouts countless times.

While Leo spent more time avoiding his duties as Crown Prince of Cordonia, Liam dutifully took on the extra responsibilities in stride. It often meant partitioning his already packed schedule to sit in on vital cabinet meetings or dining with visiting dignitaries, but sometimes Leo’s vanishing acts gave Liam the opportunity to travel.

Though their ambassadors handled the majority of day-to-day relations with other countries for trade, Constantine preferred to meet face-to-face when he could. One such time, a lingering cough turned to walking pneumonia, restricting Constantine to as much bed rest as possible. It also meant sending Leo to Japan for a meeting with the Prime Minister in his stead.

It would have been fine, if Leo hadn’t pulled another one of his disappearing acts.

A week later, Liam was seated on the royal jet on his way back from Tokyo, navy attache with espresso brown leather trim in the chair next to him. Across from him, Maxwell chatted with Anya over various Thai dishes. On the other side of the plane, Drake was in a heated discussion with leggy blonde Anitah while the ladies’ petite friend Donna observed in silence, fighting back a grin. “You’re an imbecile if that’s your opinion,” Anitah declared, raising her hands up in the air. “Are you sure that’s the hill you wanna die on?”

Drake smugly sipped from the crystal tumbler in his hand. “I’m right and you know it.”

“What are you two talking about?” Liam asked, relieved to think about anything other than what was in the bag and why it was so important he hand deliver it to his father.

“Fight Club being a better cinematic masterpiece than The Princess Bride,” Drake replied. “You guys agree, right? If you could only watch one movie for the rest of your life, you’d want to watch Tyler Durden fight the system instead of some…” he paused to sneer at Anitah, who crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue at him, “...story about a swashbuckler rescuing a princess? She’s not even a real princess!”

“Fight Club is such a guy movie though,” Anya argued, turning in her seat to face Drake. “Princess Bride appeals to men and women, with a much larger audience.”

“Okay, that’s two for Buttercup,” Drake sighed. “Maxwell? Li?” He looked at his friends expectantly.

“Fight Club, definitely,” Maxwell said, nodding his head. He’d spent the better part of the trip doing everything to get into Drake’s good graces after the octopus incident on the first night in Tokyo.

Before Liam could respond, a commotion from the front of the plane made everyone’s heads turn, where a pair of Kings Guards and two flight attendants were seated near the galley. One of the guards slipped into the cockpit, rushing out a moment later in Liam’s direction, as the jet slowly tilted to the right. “Apologies, Your Highness. Do you or any of your guests happen to speak Triydalian?”

Anya slowly raised her hand. “I knew a bit when I was a kid, but I haven’t used it in years.”

The guard motioned for her to join him. “Please come with us, miss. The pilots need a translator.”

“Is everything alright, Remy?” Liam peered past the guard, eyes widening at the sight of the other guard and one attendant hovering in front of the other attendant in a chair.

“We need to land the plane, Sir,” Remy answered, ushering Anya up from her seat. “Ramona passed out. She’s breathing but unresponsive.”

Twenty minutes later and after a jarring landing, they’d arrived at a small airport in the Republic of Triydalia, at the edge of one of the country’s many jungle forests. Calling it an airport was generous - it was more of a cleared dirt path in the middle of the jungle with a shack for an airport tower, and a man that looked like more of a hunter than an air traffic controller. After a choppy conversation that required pantomiming and hand signals, Anya left with Remy and the man from the tower to fetch a tribal doctor, while Anitah and Donna assisted the other member of the cabin crew to look after Ramona. They were warned to remain as quiet as possible and to stay inside the jet.

Minutes passed by in tense observation; Anitah and Drake continued their debate in low whispers, growing louder as they defended their choices. Liam could see the pilots discussing something pointedly as they checked readings on the instrument panel and worked on calculations. One of them stepped out, claiming that he needed to stretch his legs, and walked cautiously down the runway. When he returned, the other pilot joined him outside, despite the original warning to stay inside. Liam peered out the windows and checked his watch, worrying about Anya and Remy, along with his father’s instructions to avoid delaying their return.

While the remaining guard headed towards the back of the plane to pace back and forth for the eighth time, Liam took it upon himself to speak with the pilots. The air was thick and stifling the moment he stepped outside. Around them, there was nothing but green, green, and more green from the wilderness that surrounded them, abuzz with tropical birds and insects. At his side he carried the blue attache, remembering the promise to his father that the bag wouldn’t leave his sight. He spoke in a hushed tone when he approached the pilots. “You’re doing more than just stretching your legs, aren’t you, Captain?”

Both men grimaced slightly. “Yes, Your Highness. Even if we pulled back to one end of the runway, we’re still at least five hundred feet short of clearing takeoff.”

“What if we worked to try and clear the brush on either end?” Liam offered, looking off into the distance.

“There’s no way to clear out the trees, even the young ones,” the co-captain answered. “We might be able to take off if we could drop some weight, but the larger concern is the longer we wait, we increase the risk of encountering someone who doesn’t want us here.”

Liam nodded gravely; months of civil unrest in Triydalia meant rebel groups assembled faster than the government could contain them. There was no guarantee of anyone’s safety, stranded on a remote runway. There was no telling what was wrong with Ramona while she was unconscious, and therefore no way to treat her without the aid of a doctor. Ensuring the safety of the crew and his friends could have been avoided altogether if Leo didn’t constantly opt out of handling the duties of his station. In that moment, Liam abhorred the never-ending list of responsibilities thrust at him as a result of having to pick up the slack for his brother, knowing if their roles were reversed, Leo would manage to find a way to leave Liam to solve problems on his own.

“Could you excuse me for a moment?”

He’d barely finished asking the question before walking into the tall grass by the edge of the runway. Ignoring the pilots’ calls to return, Liam sprinted into the dense greenery, dodging between vines and scanning the ground for tripwires until he could no longer see the plane over his shoulder. When he finally stopped running, he bent over, hands on his knees as he gulped in air. Liam looked down at the blue bag in his hand, wondering what on earth was so precious to reduce him to a courier.

Shaking the bag did nothing; it felt practically empty, though he could tell something was inside. He couldn’t open the bag to check, since Prime Minister Abe and his father were the only ones with keys, and PM Abe handed him the sealed bag when they parted ways. Liam wanted to throw the infernal “murse” the ladies had good-naturedly teased him for into the bushes. Perspiration dotted his hairline, and he let out a primal scream, before taking slow, deep breaths to quiet the worrisome thoughts racing in his head and bring his heartbeat down to normal.

Cursed courier bag in his right hand, Liam braced his arm against his torso, pinning it in place with his elbow when he bent his other arm up towards his face. Curling his fingers into a relaxed fist, he pressed his lips against his thumb, thick brows furrowing in thought. All around him, wild birds called to one another amidst the chittering clamor of insects hidden in the foliage. He was so busy running through scenarios in his head that he didn’t hear the quiet click of a camera, turning to look up only when he heard a branch snap in the distance.

“Watch it! You’re gonna get us busted!” Donna hissed to Drake. She pocketed her phone, elbowing Drake in the ribs as they crouched behind large leaves. She ticked her head in Liam’s direction. “Go get your boy, none of us are safe out here.”

After some coaxing, Liam headed back to the plane with Donna and Drake, walking briskly through the jungle, eyes trained to look for anything out of the ordinary. Liam was alarmed when he heard and then saw the engines running, until Drake explained the pilots were burning off fuel to lighten the plane. They’d begun to walk up the steps, when Maxwell popped out above them. “Whoo!” Maxwell exclaimed, digging for another snack from the container he cradled in his arm. “Feels like a sauna out here!”

“Lower your voice, Maxwell! Please!” Liam seethed. His features pinched together in disbelief. “Are you...eating? Now?”

“You know I stress snack,” Maxwell replied, shrugging his shoulders. He shoved another cookie into his mouth.

Liam’s eyes lit up and he took the stairs two by two, knocking on the cockpit door before swinging it open. “What if we unloaded whatever’s not bolted down? The decor, dinnerware, the food and drink?”

“That...would certainly help,” the captain replied, looking back over his shoulder. He turned to his co-pilot. “It could be enough to get in the air after burning off the excess fuel.”

“You heard the man, Maxwell,” Liam said, offering his friend a nervous grin. “Get Drake to help you start unloading the plane. Has Ramona’s status changed?”

“Donna found the first aid kit just before she took off with Drake to go after you. Anitah found some smelling salts that gave her a rude wakeup call. Turns out her insulin pump shorted and she just needed some juice.”

Several more minutes passed as the group removed whatever they could from the plane, leaving piles of cookware, food, throw pillows, and even seat cushions to lighten the load. Drake whined when they gathered up the liquor, but he stuffed a bottle of whiskey in a cabinet by his seat. They’d nearly finished when Anya and Remy returned, running on foot. “That thing better be ready to take off!” Anya hollered, motioning for everyone to board. “Rebels on our tail! Time to go!”

Everyone scrambled back onto the plane; Liam relayed the urgency to depart to the pilots, who rapidly went through their flight checklist. Remy pulled Anya up onto the steps and they all clamored to buckle into their seats, the sound of gunfire in the air as the jet rolled forward and lurched up into the air, barely clearing the canopy.

Adrenaline pumping and breaths shallow, Liam looked around at his friends and the crew, thankful they were safely in the air again.

Liam thought he was having a stroke at twenty-four when he saw the contents of the bag. Constantine smiled with glee at the small gold cat, one paw raised.

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lifeofroos · 2 years

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A/N: New greek gods AU dropped! Anyway @godsofhumanity maybe you want to read it? It’s about Poseidon trying to ask out Amphitrite, but like via chat. Next piece will be the older head gods camping because of Reasons. Also heads up: An italic bit of text without quotation marks, it’s a text message between Delphin and Poseidon, if its ‘Italic text with quotation marks’ it’s a text between Poseidon and Amphitrite.

AO3 - KoFi

Talking in person would have been easier

College. It’s the wonderful place the youth goes to to learn more about themselves and the world. Some see this as the prime chance to learn everything there is to know about a subject entirely of their choice. To others it is more about pleasure and parties and sex and rock and roll. Nothing wrong with that either, although one might say that a combination of the two is the healthiest. Yet neither of these categories touch upon a whole other aspect of the college experience, one that everyone can agree to:

Sometimes it’s just, and I quote, ‘focking boring.’

Just what Poseidon was thinking as the professor at the other end of the lecture hall pulled up yet another slide about fish metabolism. He never knew there was so much to say about anything to do with intestines until he had to sit and learn about it for two hours straight.

It had been a hot moment since he had noted anything down. He lazily touched the space bar to turn on his laptop again.

Immediately, a message popped up. He sighed. That was either his brothers complaining that he didn’t do the dishes this morning or it was Delphin, currently sitting next to him, saying that he should stop slouching (because it was not like his friend had something better to do).

He lazily clicked on the notification. As his message-app opened, he already noticed the profile picture didn’t resemble either the group chats’ or Delphins’, really. That was because it was a message from Amphitrite.

Immediately, his heart rate went to eleven. He gasped, which made his friend look at him.

All she said was a simple ‘hey.’ But why would she tell him ‘hey’ if she didn’t have a reason for it?

Poseidon put his hands on the keyboard. Delphin leaned over to see what he was doing. ‘What are you-’ he stopped talking when he saw what was happening on the screen. ‘Ah.’

Poseidon nodded. Alright. ‘Hello,’ he messaged back. Wait, no. Wait, stop. Hold on. Wait.

Without an exclamation mark? Was that good enough? Wait. Oh, no, she had already read it, and was now replying.

By the sigh from his left Poseidon could tell Delphin was thinking the exact same thing.

‘Are you in a lecture at the moment?’

Eh…

Delphin shook his head. ‘No,’ Poseidon replied. His friend nodded, before grabbing his phone.

‘Really? I thought you had a lecture around this time. Oh well, I had a question?’

Poseidons’ heart skipped a beat. ‘You can ask!’

Good going, Delphin sent him, but Poseidon didn’t stay in the chat with him for long. Amphitrite was quick:

‘Have you got time to pass by my dorm today and lend me the vacuum cleaner? Ours broke down today.’

Really? It took Poseidon everything not to punch Delphin in the face for laughing. He got a ping.

Ask if she has anything to do after that.

Poseidon shook his head. As if she’d be interested!

I mean, you won’t know unless you ask.

Poseidon clicked the chat away to go back to the one with Amphitrite. ‘That’s alright. Any time you aren’t at home?’

‘Nope, I’ll be here the whole day. Come whenever you want.’

Poseidon wanted to type a simple ‘okay,’ but then Delphin almost shoved him out of his chair.

‘Hey!’

‘Okay, and do you have any free time this…’ Right before Poseidon forcefully pushed him back, he already pressed send.

‘You… you…’

‘Poseidon, Delphin, order!’ the shrill voice of the professor cut through the lecture hall.

‘Yes!’ they said in unison. Poseidon went back to the chat with Delphin. What the hell?

Lurking from the shadows and pining won’t make you feel better. Ask her out.

‘Time when?’ popped up on the screen. Poseidon didn’t know how fast he had to go back to chat with Amphitrite. ‘What do you mean?’

Poseidon glanced at Delphin, who nodded. He took a deep breath. Alright. No way back now. ‘Sorry, accidently hit send. What I wanted to ask was, do you have anything to do this evening?’

It took her a moment to reply, a moment in which Delphin told him Neat, no awkward things up to now.

‘No, I’m here the whole day. Take the time with the vacuum :).’

Poseidon looked at the screen. There it was. He could back out now. He could do it. Close the computer and leave.

He looked over at his professor. She had resumed her talk on guppy metabolism.

‘Of course! but, well, have you got anything to do after that?’

And then, Poseidon? What is your plan?

I don’t have a plan, fish eye. What was your plan when you send her that?

‘Well, no,’ Amphitrite replied before Delphin could reply.

‘I was thinking…’

Yeah, he wasn’t really thinking anything. His eyes trailed off to his friend, who was furiously typing.

‘Were you?’ was the last thing he received from Amphitrite, before switching back to chat with Delphin.

Just come up with something, anything. The park. An ice cream parlour. A restaurant or café if you want to be classic.

You really thought this out, didn’t you?

It’s your crush, not mine. I thought you’d have ideas for a date by now. You know, anything at all?

I mean, the aquarium?

Why not?

They looked at each other. Delphin nodded, and Poseidon knew what he had to do.

‘Perhaps the aquarium in the city? It’s open until eight in the evening.’

For what seemed like an eternity, but what turned out to be only, like, a minute or two, she didn’t reply, although Poseidon could see she had read it. Apparently, waiting-for-an-important-message-during-a-boring-lecture-minutes were even worse than regular boring lecture minutes. Who knew.

‘Only if we can get something to eat afterwards. I don’t feel like having to cook if we’re out that late.’

Was that practical or flirty? At this moment, Poseidon didn’t even care anymore. As he typed ‘Alright, we’ll leave after vacuum drop-off,’ he began to feel light. It was a feeling that started in his chest, around where his heart should be, he reckoned.

Amphitrite went offline, but Poseidon kept staring at the chat. He felt like a dork, a massive dork. Yet somehow, it didn’t matter. He didn’t even care that he could hear Delphin chuckling right next to him.

The rest of the lecture was over, all of a sudden. Poseidon closed his laptop, put away his water bottle and zipped up his backpack. Calmly, he left the lecture hall, with Delphin following right behind him.

He walked through the hallway, down the stairs and out of the building. He felt so light and bubbly, or something. Like he was drifting in a nice warm stream.

Once they got out of the building, they walked over the grass field instead of the concrete to cut off a couple of metres. At that moment, Poseidon felt like he could burst. He dropped his bag off his shoulders and into the grass, before cheering like an idiot.

‘Finally! Damn finally!’

He saw Delphin shake his head, still with the same grin. He didn’t even care, he just hugged him.

‘Thank the gods!’

‘We’re the gods, though.’

‘You get it.’ He sighed. ‘Thanks, though. I mean it.’

‘Just don’t say anything dumb this evening. I won’t be there to help.’

A/N: What kind of messaging apps do you al use in your countries? We mostly use whatsapp, which you can use on the computer and your phone. That’s why I’ve got it like that in this story.

#greek gods #greek mythology #poseidon #Delphin #Amphitrite #writing #writer #write #story #retelling #greek mythology retelling #greek myth retelling #greek myth #upg

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