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sipsthytea · 3 years

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Burn Me (don’t ever stop burning me)

Steve Harrington X Billy Hargrove

Implied Sexual content

Toxic relationships

Smut and Angst

Open (ish) ending

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea, and yet, Steve still pulled his car into the dirt path of the query. Shifting his car into neutral, sinking down into his leather seat, lead thudding dully against the headrest.

His body burned, vibrating beneath his clothes. It ached to be touched, to be ravaged, and it only seemed to want the seething burn of one person.

“You there, Harrington?”

Speak of the devil.

With a sigh, Steve reached over, clicking open his door, “I’m here,” he mumbled, “I’m here.”

Billy sauntered towards him, a hand resting on his belt loops, pulling his jeans dangerously low. Resting on his sharp hips, the slightest hint of that California tan made Steve’s mouth water. Jean jacket hanging off one shoulder, hooked around his middle and index finger, he wore sunglasses. The glint of the moon reflecting off the dark surface.

In his ears, Steve could feel his heart pump, almost rising above the shifting water below them.

Steve melted against his car, resting his back on the cool hood, hoping it would calm his red face.

This was such a bad fucking idea.

But his blood was pulsing. Heat began to build within his stomach, this was a bad fucking idea, but it was such a good fucking feeling. He lets Billy saunter towards him, lets the blonde rasp in his ear, “Are you ready for me, Pretty Boy?”

Steve pulls him closer until he can feel the roaring heat of Billy filly against him. He can smell musk and sex, but he doesn’t have time to feel hurt, to feel betrayed. Because Billy is kissing him, he’s kissing him and Steve is in the clouds.

Soaring miles and years above Hawkings, holding Billy’s hips in his hands, back pressed uncomfortably against the hood of his car, lips locked against burning fire. It hurts, but Steve can’t find it in him to care.

He wants to be consumed by the fire that is Billy Hargrove. He wants to be burned, to scrape himself until there’s nothing left. To expose everything to this boy. Because that’s what they are, they’re boys. Billy’s not a man.

“I’m always ready.”

And neither is Steve.

______

Steve wakes up in the backseat of his car, ass sore, marks on his chest, lips swollen, and cold. He’s always cold. The sun just barely crests the query, gliding along the water as it melts into deep purples and yellows.

Groaning, he doesn’t bother to sit up, it won’t do him any good. Reaching beneath the seat, hand reaching around blindly until he stumbles upon a bottle of pills.

Pain killers.

He always needs a few after burning in the arms of Billy.

His car is empty. It’s quiet. Billy’s gone, but what can Steve expect. He’s never stayed. Never.

Curling closer in on himself, Steve curses.

It’s so fucking cold.

______

Billy left his cigarettes, they’re menthols. Steve stores them away in his glove box.

______

“You’re fucking dumb,” Robin retorts, tapping her socked feet against my windshield. She’s sprawled out in my shotgun seat, hands folded behind her head, eyes closed, “So dumb.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve dismisses, sighing out heavily. His neck still burns. Small scorchings and burns littering across him, Billy never quite does leave you, “I know.”

“No,” she turns to me, head lulling, “You’ve gotta stop this, dingus,” her voice suddenly goes quiet. Reaching across and resting a soft hand on Steve’s cheek, ringed fingers cold against his skin, “You’ve gotta stop.”

Brushing her away, Steve steadies himself on his steering wheel, bracing his hands, “I know, I know.”

Because he does, Steve knows. He knows. He just can’t stop. Can’t bring himself to ever say no to Billy whenever the blonde eyes him, or when a piece of crumpled paper is pressed against his palm. He can’t say no when Billy offers to burn him, to run his scorching hands across Steve’s body, letting his heat engulf Steve until he forgets about the freezing cold that surrounds him.

“I know, I know, I’ll stop,” he looks over, locking eyes with his best friend, “I’ll stop.”

__________

He doesn’t stop.

Steve doesn’t stop. Being pushed against a wall, the thud echoing against the empty space of his house. Billy’s hands claw at his shirt, burning up to his hair, pulling lightly. Teeth nipping at the sharp edge of Steve’s jaw, lapping at the exposed skin. The movements make Steve’s knee’s week, causing him to slip down.

Billy’s hand gripping his jeans tight, shoving higher on the wall, “What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Riled up already?”

Steve just whines into Billy’s mouth, blowing his words into the furnace of Billy’s body. His head is spinning, climbing high into the clouds. Body peaking, “Billy,” he groans.

A hand grips at his neck, holding him in place, another burning hand travels into his pants, tracing the skin of his stomach. God, he’s going to explode.

Teetering over the edge of release, Billy pulls back, a smirk on his face. That’ motherfucker.

Quite literally.

“Tell me, Pretty Boy,” Billy smirks, blonde fringe dusting across his forehead, obscuring Steve’s view of his eyes. Wide and vast, bluer than the ocean, harder than stone, Billy’s eyes are beautiful.

Billy is beautiful.

“Tell me how good I make you feel.”

‘You make me want to erupt,’ he doesn’t say, ‘You make me want to die in your arms.”

“Good,” he huffs, sliding down to his knees, hands sliding up Billy’s sides, fiddling with his belt buckle.

“You make me feel…”

‘Like I’m on fire...and I don’t ever want to stop…’ He doesn’t say.

“You make me feel good, Billy,” He says.

Long story short, Steve doesn’t stop.

__________

This time, Billy leaves his lighter. It’s small and pale blue, the handle is worn, being turned and flicked one too many times. Steve stores it in his glove compartment, scooting the cigarettes over.

Guess he’s building a collection.

_________

“What’s that on your neck?” Nancy asks, a curious hand reaching to ghost along his collar. Her sharp eyebrows are raised nose scrunching.

Steve’s face goes red, he slaps a hand on his throat, cursing softly. Gess this shirt wasn’t high enough, “It’s - it’s nothing.”

“Is that a hickey?”

Steve looks at her, it’s not like they’re dating anymore...so, he shouldn’t feel guilty, right?

“Uh,” he fidgets with his fingers, soothing over his shirt, “Uh...yeah. It’s a hickey.”

“Oh,” she says, stepping away from him, looking down, “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

They’d patched up their relationship, realizing that they never really wanted to be together. Or at least, that’s what Steve told her, that’s what she told him. She sat across from him, hands tossing her fries around her plate.

“I-I don’t.”

“Oh,” she says, her voice goes quiet, “Sorry…”

“Don’t be,” He says quickly, sliding back in the booth, folding his arms over his chest, “It’s not much of a relationship...so, don’t worry.”

“What do you mean?”

“I-” What does he mean? How does he explain the way he feels? How does he tell her that he’s in love, in love with burning at the hands of someone who could care less if he recovers from those burns?

“I mean, that I love her...so,” he pauses, “So, I have sex with her, but she doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“Well, how do you know?” She looks at him, hand clasped around her drink, raising the straw to her lips, “How do you know she doesn’t love you too?”

Steve scoffs, thinking back to those cigarettes and that lighter.

“Just trust me.”

__________

It begins to add up.

Cigarettes. A lighter. His leather jacket. His cologne. A book. Underwear. A shirt. A comb.

It begins to spill out of his glove compartment, so he moves it into his room, shoving the items into a box.

“He’ll be back for them eventually.”

But Billy keeps leaving things.

Pants. Chains. Rings. Necklaces. Cigarettes. Another lighter. Whiskey. Shot glasses. Another book. Shirts. Papers. Feelings. Stories. Pens. Trinkets from California.

He leaves these fading crumbs of ember. Glowing late into the night, still searing against Steve’s hand as he drops them into the box. Buzzing when Steve tries to drift off to sleep at night.

His collection continues to keep growing. His box catches ablaze one night.

On a night when Billy has him pressed against his bed. Hands held against the headboard, fingers twisting within him. Poking and prodding at his entrance, “You like that, Pretty boy?”

Steve can only cry out, tossing his head back, straining as the pleasure rushes through him. God, he’s on fire. He’s burning up, the embers pressing so hard against his back.

“Tell me how I make you feel, Princess.”

It builds because all Steve can see is the hard outline of Billy’s shoulders. The soft drag of his hair against Steve’s chest sends him bowing upward, trying to find those sea-blue eyes in the darkness.

“Billy,” he gasps.

“Hm?”

“I love you...” He whispers breathlessly.

The fire that boils his skin, leaving him with scorch marks, goes cold.

“The fuck did you just say?”

__________

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea, and yet, Steve still allowed himself to fry at the hands of Billy Hargrove. Doesn’t really matter anymore.

“Here,” Robin hands him a lighter, gesturing towards his box. His collection. The embers have become lumps of coal, they’re heavy, they’re cold. Steve hates the cold.

This is for his own good, he knows that. But he doesn’t want to do this, he can’t do this. He looks at her outstretched hand, scrunching his eyes together.

“Robin…” He starts, his skin has been scabbed, he hasn’t been burned in weeks. It feels like years.

“Do it, Dingus,” her eyes are soft, she’s not judging.

And he does. Flicking open then lighter, relishing in the snap and temporary warmth that radiates within his palm. He drops the lighter into the box. The embers don’t pop to life, they just hiss and smoke.

“Are you ok?” she whispers, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder. Her hands are warm, but he doesn’t need warmth. He needs to burn.

He scoffs and she backs off. Taking tentative steps towards the small fire that began to dance in the query air, Steve sighed out. The fire moves, shifting, crackling. Steve swipes a hand through it, it hurts, but it’s cold.

It’s so cold.

#billy hargrove x steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #steve harrington #steve x billy #robin buckley #steve and robin being besties #shes' the best #periodt #toxic behavior #smut #implied smut #IM SO SORRY #this is so sad #omg ok bye

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spaceskam · 4 years

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The kissing booth (part 2)

part 1

"I can't stop thinking about him."

"God, you're such a sap."

Michael ignored the pillow to the chest that Isobel threw, happily focusing on the man in his mind. It'd been hours since the kissing booth ended and Michael had kissed 50 girls after that guy, and yet he was the only one he could think about. He didn't even know what he looked like.

"You don't get it, Iz, he was amazing."

"He talked to you for two seconds, made out with you, and then left, how amazing could he be?" Isobel asked. Michael just hummed. "I still can't believe you manage to kiss a guy in the 5 minutes I left you alone. You were blindfolded and you still found a guy."

"My skills are unparalleled."

"Shut up," she laughed. Michael hugged the pillow tight and tried to construct a face in his mind by the way it felt. It was much harder than it sounded. He rolled onto his stomach and looked up at her.

“Do you think you could find him for me?”

Isobel scoffed, “How on Earth would I do that?”

“I think I could probably know him if I heard his voice, you know, so... Help me find guys that go to your school who it might be,” Michael suggested. Isobel rolled her eyes. “I’m serious! He had this, like, really soft voice. His hair was kinda short-ish, super soft. Had great cheekbones. Maybe he’s athletic? He had a great body.”

“Oh my God, Michael, you are insane,” she groaned. He gave her a wide smile anyway. “What if he doesn’t even go to my school?”

“He has to! He was at the fundraiser,” Micahel insisted, “Please? Please, please, please, please.”

“Jesus Christ, fine! I’ll try to talk to all the out guys at my school,” she caved. He almost jumped on her bed to give her a hug, but he decided against it since she had a gross facemask on that he wasn’t really eager to get on his shirt.

“Thank you! You won’t regret it!”

“You owe me your life for this illegal shit I did for you,” Isobel said as she made her way into Bean Me Up. Michael always made it there first since it was closer to Roswell High, but they never failed to have their after-school coffee.

Where they went after their after-school coffee depended on the day.

“Ooh, tell me,” Michael said excitedly. It’d been three days since the kissing booth incident and Michael was still stuck on that mystery man. But, since it was now Monday, Isobel finally had some feedback from her explorations.

“I was talking to a few out guys around school and probably coming off as super creepy, but I was talking to one and he had the high cheekbones and was kinda thin and was soft-spoken... so I recorded him,” Isobel admitted. Michael smiled widely.

“You’re the best sister I’ve ever had, let me see!” Michael insisted, leaning over to see. She pulled up a video of a guy with pale blonde hair that was shot from a very unflattering angle.

“I swear, he’s cute in person,” Isobel promised. Michael held the phone to his ear and listened to the guy talk. “Well? Is it him?”

“No,” Michael said, pausing as he listened closer, “I don’t think?”

“You don’t think?”

“I’m pretty sure my guy has a deeper voice,” Michael said, frowning. But, the problem was, he wasn’t sure. The guy had only spoken a few sentences and then kissed him senseless and three days had passed, so the memory of that voice was fading. “Fuck.”

“Caramel macchiato for Michael,” a barista said. Michael stood with his frown still in place.

“Look, if you don’t remember his voice, we’re kinda stuck,” Isobel said. He sighed and turned to go grab his drink, smacking straight into another body.

“Oh shit, sorry,” the guy he ran into said.

“Sorry,” Michael said at the same time, looking over the guy to make sure he didn’t spill his coffee. He was in the Atherton uniform like Isobel with his coffee safe in hand. Michael got to his face and saw his bright smile slowly fade as recognition set in. Which was wild because Michael had never seen the guy before. “Sorry, do I know you?”

“Uh…” he trailed off, “No, I don’t think so.”

For a moment, Michael wished he did. He was fucking gorgeous, tan skin and dark hair adding to his stunning face. Michael slipped on his charming smile.

“That’s too bad,” he said. The guy gulped visibly and his cheeks started tinting a little red.

“Right, well… See you around, I guess.”

Michael turned to Isobel without even getting his coffee. “Who was that?”

She rolled her eyes. “His name is Alex and, before you ask, he’s straight. You got over mystery kiss man awfully fast.”

“I’m not over him,” Michael protested, looking out the window to see Alex stopping to put his headphones in. He was even pretty from afar. “I’m just… exploring my options.”

“Yeah, well, go get my coffee, Zeus.”

“Oh, that’s just cold.”

Michael got the drink and waited a few seconds for his own drink to be finished, bringing them both to the table. Isobel grabbed her macchiato like it was a lifeline. Which, knowing her, it kind of was.

“So, like, how do you know that guy is straight?” Micahel asked, his eyes drifting to the window again to see if Alex was still there. He wasn’t.

“He’s on the football team,” she answered simply. Michael raised his eyebrows.

“Are you telling me queer dudes don’t play football? Izzy, that’s just plain willful ignorance,” he said. Isobel snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Look, it’s not about him. I just spent all day talking to all the out guys in my school and I don’t know how we’re even going to find him if you don’t remember his voice,” Isobel said. Michael pursed his lips and got to thinking. There had to be some way to identify him. “Is it possible he’s not out?”

“If he’s not, then it’s pretty ballsy of him to just kiss a stranger from a different school who was blindfolded and--” Michael paused as the event started sounding less sexy and more like a crime of opportunity, “I”m beginning to think he might not be out.”

“Then I don’t know what you want me to do,” Isobel said, “I can’t hunt down people and out them.”

“Well, no, but maybe if he knows that I’m looking for him, he’ll come out on his own,” Michael suggested. Isobel didn’t seem to buy it. “Listen, if I kiss him again, I’ll know it.”

“Michael. No. You can’t go kissing random guys,” Isobel scolded. He rolled his eyes.

“I can hold another kissing booth for guys!”

“If he’s not out, he’s not going to go to a kissing booth,” Isobel pointed out. Michael sighed and slumped into his seat. Before he could come up with anything, Isobel got a bit serious and leaned closer. "Where are you sleeping tonight?"

"Don't worry about it," Michael replied, giving his sweet smile. She eyed him but nodded without another word.

They stayed and talked for another hour and a half before Isobel had to go home. The sun was in the beginning stages of setting, the sky turning pretty shades of pink and purple. He sat in his truck in the parking lot until it got dark completely.

Then he drove to the Crashdown, parking on the side of the building as a semi-decent way to hide the fact that his truck would be there all night. He knew Mr. Ortecho had probably noticed it, but he never said anything. Michael walked in and saw Liz behind the counter. She'd gone to Roswell High through her freshman year before getting a scholarship to Atherton. Michael had been offered one once upon a time, but then he got in a couple fights and surviving became a lot more important.

"Hey, Ortecho," he said, walking up to the counter. Surprisingly, Alex from the coffee shop was already sitting there. Michael gave him a smile. "And guy who I ran into."

"Michael, this is Alex. Alex, this is Michael," Liz introduced. Alex gave a two finger salute.

"Hey."

"Hey," Michael said, "I've never seen you before and now suddenly I see you twice in one day. Must be fate." Alex's neck and his ears slowly started turning red, his attention going to the basket of fries before him.

"Stop harassing my friends," Liz laughed. He just grinned even wider. "Rosa's upstairs, go around back though because my dad's in the kitchen."

Michael shot her a pair of finger guns. "Gotcha. See you around, Alex."

Michael gave him one last glance before heading out the door and going around the back of the building. He quickly scaled the fire escape that led straight into Rosa Ortecho's bedroom. He wondered how thought-out that placement was.

He felt through the window with ease, landing on a pile of clothes. Rosa was sat on her bed with a sketch pad in her lap and didn't even look up at the commotion.

"If you break something by climbing that one day, I'm not gonna help you," she said. He just smiled and stood up, flopping down on her bed. She kicked him, scolding him in Spanish for fucking up drawing.

"You'd help me," he said, pulling her pillow beneath his head, "You like me too much."

"Don't get it twisted, I like that you punched Jake Thibodaux for grabbing my ass two years ago. Doesn't mean I like you as a person," she told him, but the smile on her face said otherwise. Hell, the fact that she gave him a place to stay three times a week said otherwise. He made a personal rule not to stay more than three times a week with her or the Evans' strictly so he wouldn't overstay his welcome. That meant only one night a week in his truck which, at this point, wasn't the end of the world.

"So, I met a guy at the kissing booth I told you about," he grinned. Rosa raised her eyebrow, putting her sketch pad to the side.

"Spill."

"So I was on break and I still had my blindfold on and he came in back and kissed me. Like, really kissed me. Like, I forgot my name for a minute kissed me," he said. Her eyes widened and she grinned, teasingly prodding his ribs with her socked foot.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know," Michael sighed, "I was blindfolded and he just left. And now I have no idea how to find him. All I know is he goes to Atherton."

"Ah," she said, her smile fading, "Then maybe you don't want to know him."

"Why not?"

"Most of the guys there are assholes, trust me. They think they deserve the world because of their parents being rich. They have no fucking respect for anyone," she informed him. Michael frowned. "The only one I've ever met that I didn't want to punch was Alex."

"Oh, that guy downstairs with Liz? He's unfairly hot."

"He's sheltered as hell," Rosa said, "Sweet guy and super smart, but his dad is on his ass. His curfew is 8 PM and he's got, like, concerningly low self-esteem. I asked him if he'd ever had a girlfriend and he's just like 'girls don't like me'."

"Maybe he's not straight," Michael offered. She rolled her eyes just like Isobel.

"He's on the football team."

"Why do you guys think that's a straight indicator? Your gaydar is severely flawed," he said, "He blushed when I talked to him."

"Yeah, because he's sheltered. He blushes when anyone talks to him."

"Crushing my dreams one hot guy at a time."

"Hey, your mystery kisser might not be hot."

Michael gasped dramatically, "How dare you insult the love of my life like that?"

"You're ridiculous," Rosa laughed, shaking her head, "You don't even know him."

"I will," Michael insisted, "I can't pass that up."

"Well, go to sleep and dream about him. The bags under your eyes have bags," she said. He stuck his tongue out, but didn't retort as he let his eyes close. He'd spent the night prior camped out behind the public library. The ladies there never checked. However, he still only got a couple hours.

"Thanks, Rosa," he said, kicking off his shoes. She threw her blanket over him, engulfing him in darkness and her distinct scent. He didn't mind.

"No problem, papi."

#I've decided this is gonna have 5 parts #malex #malex fic #Michael Guerin #Michael Guerin fic #Roswell new Mexico #Roswell new Mexico fic #rnm #rnm fic #my fic #the kissing booth

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prettyboy-parker · 5 years

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starker: the omega in the window

warnings: nff at the end, little bit of stucky, omegas are bought

“Steve, man, shut the fuck up.”

The table roars with laughter, except for Steve, who turns beet red.

“Sam, I swear to God. I’m just excited.”

Sam chuckles softly and shakes his head.

“I’m just teasing. But seriously, if I hear Buckyone more time, I’m going to snap.” He warns, clapping the blonde on the back. Tony smiles and looks down at his almost rock-hard pizza. All this past week, Steve’s only been talking about the omega his parents bought him from one of the private schools, a tiny brunette named Bucky. Some of the group has their doubts, like Clint, who swears everything Steve is saying is a lie. His main argument is that the omega is moving in ‘a week’,which is a ‘lame coverup.’

Tony’s happy for Steve, he really is, but it sucks that he wasn’t the first one to get an omega. His parents insist he needs to meet an omega before they buy him, which is ridiculous, because no one actually does that.

“You wanna come get Bucky’s collar with me after school, Tony?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, sure.” The other Alpha mutters, taking a sip of his apple juice.

Steve shoots him a thumbs up.

🌼🌼

“Do you even know where this place is?”

Steve smiles as they walk down the crowded streets of New York, blue eyes flicking around as he searches for Poppy Petals Omega Boutique.

“Yes. Maybe.” Steve replies and Tony rolls his eyes. There’s a light lavender awning a few stores away, and Tony could guess that’s where they need to be. They walk fast, faster than usual, but slow down when the sign comes into view. And holy shit,his heart stops when they reach the window.

There’s an omega in the window, sleeping on the luxury cream loveseat. He’s snuggled under the fluffy white blanket, lips parted as he naps. His face is gorgeous and peaceful, small freckles dotting his nose, glitter sweeping his plump cheeks. Even sleeping his hair is perfect, almond curls splayed on the pillow.

“Steve,” Tony croaks, eyes not leaving the window. The blonde stops next to him, humming in response. The omega opens his eyes, big whiskey colored orbs glinting with amusement. He smiles softly, sitting up and stretching his arms out in front of him. His white sweater slips down his shoulder, exposing the creamy pale skin underneath.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” Steve jokes, Tony’s brain trying to think of a witty comeback. The other alpha is already opening the front door, and Tony rushes after him.

The bell chimes on the door, and the inside smells so good, like vanilla and honey. An young-ish woman stands behind the cream wooden counter, thick glasses perched on her nose.

“Hi, how are you?” She asks, turning her attention back to the book in her hands. Steve looks uncomfortable, hands tucked into the pockets of his school issued slacks.

“Um, I need a collar for my new omega?” He asks, the woman not tearing her eyes away from her book.

“I can help!”

The voice is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. The omega from the window is standing between two displays, smiling wide. Tony’s awestruck, eyes dragging over his milky bare thighs.

“You’re gorgeous,” Tony says before Steve can ask anymore questions. The boy flushes beautifully, bashfully looking at the floor. The woman at the counter pulls Steve to one of the corners of the store, thank god, so he can revel in the omega a little bit longer.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” The omega purrs, tucking a soft curl behind his ear.

“Call me Tony, honey,” The alpha responds suavely, finally snapping out of his trance to get his charming, sweet talking personality back. The omega giggles and bounces on his bare feet.

“Hi, Tony!” He chirps, and wraps his arms around the older’s torso. It’s so omegan, hugging instead of a handshake as a greeting. Tony hugs back, and his skin is so soft, he could pet the boy forever.

“I’m Peter!” He giggles when he pulls away, practically vibrating with excitement. Tony yearns to get his hands on that skin again.

“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous omega, I say.” He quips with a wink, squeezing Peter’s bicep gently. The younger lets out a breathy little giggle, nuzzling against the lapel of Tony’s school blazer.

“You think I’m pretty?” He asks softly, eyes wide in disbelief.

“The prettiest I’ve ever seen, Jesus,” Tony, growls licking his dry lips because he’s got an armful of precious omega. Peter hums happily, keening at the praise.

“The sisters at the Pine say all omegas are pretty.” He lilts, and oh, that’s the- that’s the best omega private school in the state. Hell, even the east coast.

“Pine Hill?” Tony repeats as Peter runs his finger over the embroidered Anthonyon his breast pocket.

“Mhm! We get a time back home before visiting week.”

Tony open and closes his mouth a few times.

“Like, where the alphas come and pick an omega?” He confirms, and Peter nods excitedly, then widens his eyes.

“Wait, do you-“ Peter tries to form his words, “Do you want to come?”

“I’ll see if I’m free.”

Peter gasps and bounces up and down.

“Are you serious? I’ve never had an alpha come for me before!”He shouts, squeezing Tony tight. For a split second, the alpha thinks he’s gotten himself in to deep. But, he really wants an omega, and his parents will be proud, and Steve can’t be better than him.

“Yeah. I’ll talk to my parents, okay?”

“Yes! Okay! Aunt May! Guess what?”

🌼🌼

It’s relatively easy to find information on Peter.

With a little digging, he finds the school’s yearbook from the previous year, little Peter Parker with his gorgeous smile and perfect makeup on page 23. May Parker, his aunt, owns the Poppy Petals Omega Boutique, Peter sitting in the window whenever he’s home from school.

He decides to break the news over dinner.

“Mom? Dad?”

Maria and Howard look up from their fettuccine alfredo.

“I, um,” Tony has to cough and clear his throat, “I found an omega.”

Howard raises his eyebrows, almost approvingly. “And?”

“Yeah, well, his name’s Peter. Peter Parker. He goes to Pine Hill.”

His mother inhales sharply. Money’s never a problem for them, it won’t make a dent in their bank account, but probably the fact that Tony even knows what Saint Monica’s is caused the reaction.

“Pine Hill? He must be one of the best trained omegas out there.” She inclines, stabbing at her noodles. Tony nods, Howard still staying silent. “And where did you meet him?”

“I went with Steve to pick up something from that boutique in the city. He was there in the window,” Tony has to pause to take a breath. “God, mom, he’s beautiful.”

Maria smiles softly and Howard looks impressed.

“And visitation week is soon, I presume?” His mother presses. She always needs to know what’s going on and every little detail.

“Yeah, next Monday. The website says we need to call in and schedule an appointment if we have a specific omega in mind.” Tony tells her, pushing his noodles around impatiently. “I can call, if you want.”

“That would be very responsible of you, Anthony.” His father says, and Tony almost shoots him a glare, but remembers that he’s the one that’s going to pay thousands of dollars for his omega.

For Tony, dinner goes by way too slowly. He’s bursting with excitement when his parents dismiss him from the table, scrambling upstairs to his phone. He dials the school’s number, and a woman picks up immediately.

“Pine Hill School for Omegas, this is Abigail. How may I help you?”

“Hi, um, I was looking to meet an omega, possibly take him home?”

“Of course!” She chirps, and Tony leans back in his desk chair. “Do you want us to pair you up with an omega, or do you have one in mind?”

“I was interested in Peter Parker?” He says, and deep down inside he can’t believe this conversation is actually happening.

“Oh, yes! He’s a sweetheart. Is there a day next week which would be best for you?”

“Yeah, I don’t have football practice on Wednesday. That would be best.”Tony tells her, flipping a pen absentmindedly.

“That’s perfect. We have a spot open for 3:15. Will that work?”

“Sounds great.”

“You’re legal guardians will have to attend as well. Can I have a name for the appointment?”

“Tony Stark.”

There’s a silence from the receptionist.

“Mr. Stark, I had no idea. I’ll be seeing you Wednesday!”

“Yup. Thanks so much.”

“Have a nice day!”

He hangs the phone up, lets out a sigh, and smiles.

🌼🌼

“Mom, do I look okay?”

Maria rolls her eyes, squeezing Tony’s shoulder gently. The alpha continues to fiddle with his hair, looking at the reflection on the car window.

“You look wonderful, Anthony. He’ll love you.” She coos, swatting his hand away from his hand. Tony takes a deep breath and turns to the school.

It’s beautiful, really. Built in the late 1800’s, the school has two large towers and a rustic feel from the worn walls. The landscaping is a contrast to the building, greens and purples and blues around the front and down the path. Pine Hill School for Omegas is written above the huge double doors, the gold plated letters glinting in the April sun.

“Come on, we’ll be late.” His father huffs, gravel crunching under his shined Oxfords. His mother grabs Howard’s arm to steady herself, black heels not intended for walking on the small pebbles. Tony trails behind them, smoothing out his navy dress shirt. There’s more people than he would expect on a normal school day, alphas of all types getting out of their cars and heading inside.

The main lobby is cool, with tall windows and even bigger ceilings. There’s a giant, glittering, gold chandelier hanging over the white marble floors. There’s a receptionist desk to the right, and Tony’s parents wait beside the doors as he checks in.

“Hi, Mr. Stark!” The receptionist greets cheerily. The metal name tag on her desk reads Abigail Walter, the lady he spoke with on the phone. “You’re just in time. Peter and our Head of Affairs are ready to see you.”

“Thank you, Ms. Walter.” He responds with a impatient smile.

“Conference Room 15. Just keep going down this main hall, and it’s on the right.”

Tony flashes another smile and heads to his parents.

“Come on, mom!” Tony laughs, resisting the urge to sprint down the fucking hall to meet his omega. Maria smiles her warm smile, adjusting her blouse and following Tony. They locate Conference Room 15 pretty easily, and the door’s open, Tony’s breath catching in his throat because Peter is sitting at the side of the conference table.

“Tony! Tony!” He squeals, and Tony can’t help but smile wide, sitting down across from him. The omega is beaming, lips shiny with gloss. The woman from the store, May, sits next to him, lips drawn in a tight line. Another beta woman is at the head of the table, dark brown hair pulled into a low ponytail, bangs swept to the side.

“I’m Maria Hill, Head of Affairs at the school. We’ll be talking about how this all works, okay?”

The group spends the next hour going through stacks of paperwork. Peter doesn’t do anything, just sits there and sneaks glances of Tony. The alpha will wink when he meets Peter’s gaze, causing the little thing to flush prettily. There’s a lot of signing on dotted lines, and Tony’s pretty sure his signature has improved the most it ever has before. May agrees to letting Peter into the Stark family. Ms. Hill makes it clear that they can’t bar Peter from visiting his family or friends, which is perfectly understandable.

Truly, Tony will let him do anything his heart desires.

Ms. Hill asks the two to go get Peter’s luggage from his dorm, and the omega jumps up excitedly. It’s the first time Tony gets a glimpse of his school uniform, the top like his own but a pleated skirt on the bottom.

“Alpha, I can show you my dorm!” Peter exclaims, pulling Tony out of the office chair and into the main hallway.

“Peter, slow down!” The alpha chuckles as Peter rushes down the hall, to one of the sets of stairs in the corner. The boy giggles as Tony grips his waist, stopping them before the first set of stairs.

“You’re amazing,” He breathes, Peter pressed to his chest, staring at him lovingly.

“Can I have a kiss?” The omega asks quietly, so innocent and sweet Tony’s heart just melts. He laughs softly and presses his lips to Peter’s. He tastes like cake and cookies, and he’s so inexperienced it’s endearing.

“Mm, Alpha.” He purrs, nuzzling into Tony’s silk shirt.

“We have to get your stuff, baby.”

The pet name slips out so easily, and Peter likes it, if his wide smile says anything.

The omega babbles all the way up the stairs, and through the hallways, holding Tony’s hand as he winds his way through the dorm wing. The other omegas who are in the hall stare at them with jealousy. It pets Tony’s ego for sure, knowing that Peter’s the one who gets him.

They stop at room 237, a handmade sign reading Peter + Harley! in neon script under the worn numbers.

“We have a special knock.” Peter giggles, rapping his knuckles on the door in a rapid succession. The door swings open, a dark blonde omega standing inside.

“Pete, what-“ He stops mid-sentence when he catches a glimpse of Tony.

“Alpha, this is my best friend Harley! Harls, this is my alpha Tony!” Peter shares, pushing past Harley and pulling Tony into his dorm. It’s not terrible, not as big as Tony’s, but it doesn’t matter now.

“Peter, you didn’t tell me Tony fucking Stark was taking you home.” Harley snaps, collapsing on the wooden chair in front of his desk. Peter just giggles as he pushes Tony down onto the bed.

“I did! I said Tony, didn’t I?” He quips, pressing a kiss to Tony’s cheek as he hands him two duffle bags and a suitcase.

“There’s a million Tony’s.” Harley huffs as Peter shucks off his blazer.

“‘M gonna change, alpha, sit tight!” Peter giggles and fuck, he’s undressing down to his white lace panties. Tony has to lick his dry lips, because Peter is stunning, with miles of perfect skin and a tiny omega cock nestled in the lace.

“You’re staring,” Peter teases as he slips on a loose, white button up. It’s stylish, tied in the front with short sleeves. He pairs that with tiny white denim shorts, and he looks like a literal angel.

“How can I not?” Tony smiles as Peter kisses him softly. He hums happily, running his hands on the omega’s tiny waist.

“Save the sex for later, Peter.”

Peter pulls away quickly, face heated in embarrassment. Tony kisses his cheek and coos, slinging the two duffel bags over his shoulders.

“You’re so strong, Tony.” Peter purrs, eagerly peppering kisses onto the elder’s neck. The alpha just chuckles, holding his suitcase in one of his free hands.

“Bye Harley, ‘m gonna miss you.”

Peter squeezes Harley tight, reallytight, and the other omega grimaces.

“Keep in touch!” He squeaks, and Tony follows him out the door. The only sound in the hallway is the wheels of the suitcase on the burgundy carpet.

Peter asks a million questions a minute as Tony carries the case down the steps. It’s not even close to annoying, he answers every question to a T. He spots his parents and May standing in the lobby, making small talk.

“Are you ready, boys?” His mother asks sweetly, and Peter nods. He makes his way over to May, who holds him gently. Tony turns to his parents to give the two some privacy, May muttering something to her nephew.

“Take care of him.” May says to Tony, and he nods vigorously. He may be..a little intimidated by the older alpha and her hard stare. Peter takes Tony’s hand in his, nuzzling close into his arm.

“Alpha?” He asks softly as Tony’s parents shake May’s hand. Tony looks down at his boy, gazing into those wide honey eyes. “Are we going home?”

Tony laughs loudly and kisses those baby soft cheeks, causing Peter to squeal and giggle.

“We’re going to go out for dinner, how does that sound?” Howard speaks up, and Peter clasps his hands together happily.

Dinner is nice.

He orders Peter 3 different dishes, lobster, steak, and shrimp. He’s precious, eating the food with his thin fingers, practically moaning at each piece. The omega even took to nudging small pieces of steak at Tony’s lips, almost bursting into tears when Tony said he has his own food. Peter is thrilled when the waitress asks if they want desserts, and Maria encourages him to order as much as he wants. Peter teared up when Tony put his debit card in the check, expressing how he’s such a good alpha and I love you so much.

“Alpha?” Peter whispers in Tony’s ear during the car ride home, bellies full with expensive meals. “When we get home, can we- can you give me your knot?”

Tony has to bite his lip to keep from growling.

“Yeah baby,” He mutters against the shell of Peter’s ear. “You want my knot? You’ll get it, because you’re such a good boy.”

Tony licks up Peter’s neck, making the younger squirm. He smells delicious when he’s aroused, and Tony can see Howard’s hands tighten on the steering wheel as they pull in their driveway.

“Welcome home, baby boy.”

#starker #starker fic #my writing #abo dynamics #alpha tony #omega peter

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thegalacticmoth · 4 years

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Sanders Sides: Tangled AU (LAMP/CALM) Chapter 15

Note: there is quite a bit more kissing in this chapter.

The king and queen looked down at Virgil and the other three as they walked inside the thrown room.

"Who are you, and what is it that has brought you here?" The king asked as he stood up from his throne.

Virgil stopped walking and gulped, glancing back at the other three, who nodded encouragingly, before turning back to the king and queen.

"Er, well, you're majesties," he began. "I don't really know how to put this very well, but um, but I um....I think I might be your son...." he said, blushing bright red as he trailed off, looking away from them.

The king and queen stared at him in shock, before the queen stood up as well and the two of them walked down the stairs to Virgil, who shifted nervously from foot to foot, chewing on his lip anxiously.

The queen stood in front of him, and carefully cupped her hand under his chin, tilting his head up so that he was looking at her.

The two of them both had pale skin, and the same purple-ish eyes, and his dark brown hair almost matched the kings hair color exactly, along with his sharp cheekbones and nose.

"How can we know you're telling the truth?" The queen asked.

"I can tell you everything, what happened to me, where I've been, how I got here..." he said softly, looking at her.

She looked back at him for a few moments before nodding.

"Alright," She said. "We'll hear you out." She said, letting go of his chin before turning to look at the other three.

"Who are they?" She asked.

"Oh," Virgil said. "They're the ones who saved me." He said.

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The king and queen called for a light lunch with tea to be served in a small room upstairs that overlooked the kingdom, the room having a large enough table for them all to sit at.

They were sat down and pecking slightly at the food when the king turned to Virgil.

"You said you could tell us what happened?" He said, looking at him curiously.

Virgil chewed on his lip before nodding. "Yes, I can tell you everything." He said.

"Alright, start from the beginning." The queen said after faking a sip of her tea.

Virgil nodded. "As I'm sure you remember you needed to drink a potion from a magic tower in order for both you and your baby to survive," he began. "Well, as it turns out someone had actually found that flower before you, and had been using it to stay young for a very long time," He said. "But then you needed it, and he grew angry when it was taken from him."

"So, he snuck into the castle with the help of a wizard or warlock by the name of Remus, and I to your babies room, where he learned that the magic of the flower still resides within the baby." He explained.

"He tried to take a lock of the babies hair, but it turned from blond to brown after he'd cut it, and it's power was gone, so instead he took the baby and ran away from the castle, out to a secret tower hidden in the forest where he raised the child as his own, using the boy for his own benefit so that he could stay young and healthy forever." He said.

He then began to explained his childhood, how Deceit had taught him to sing the song that made his hair glow, to when he had been given the potion to make his hair stop growing, and how every year on his birthday he'd look out his window and see these floating lights and dream of swing them outside.

He told them how on the day before his eighteenth birthday three men had snuck into his tower, a group of thieves who had stolen the lost princes crown.

He told them about his adventure with the three of them, about how Deceit had found out and followed him, how Virgil had gone to the festival on his birthday and how Deceit had joined up with the Stabbington brothers to arrest Roman, Logan and Patton, and how the two brothers had tried to kidnap and sell him, how Deceit had 'saved him' and taken him home.

He explained how he'd remembered, and how he had confronted Deceit, and then let the other three explain how they'd escaped and raced back to the tower to find Virgil, who then continued to explain what happened after that, with Patton and Deceits fate, and then their quick trip back to the kingdom and to the castle.

Although they did leave out the more Romantic details.

"And now, we're here, talking with you." He finished as he looked at them, chewing on his lip.

"Well, it is a lot to process," the Queen said, "and I would like to take a look at this tower of yours."

"Oh hush love, you knew he was our son from the moment you saw his eyes and this is just you being paranoid." The king said with a wide smile before he stood up and pulled Virgil into a hug, his eyes watering.

"I never thought we'd ever get to see you again," he said. "And here you are, all grown up." He laughed slightly before hugging him tighter, his wife smiling before joining in.

Virgil was surprised at first, before tears welled up in his eyes and he hugged them both back as well, burying his face in the kings- in his father's shoulder.

Roman, Logan and Patton sat there a little awkwardly for a few moments as they waited for the hug to end.

When the newly reunited family separated the king and queen turned to the trio.

"All charges held against you are now terminated," the queen says. "You now each have a clean slate, and any bounty for your head shall be removed.

"You can also stay here in the palace," The king said. "It's the least we can offer as repayment for you returning our son to us." He said.

The three smiled and agreed to stay here in the castle with them, thanking the king and queen many times before hugging Virgil.

The rest of the day was spent with them all exploring the castle or talking with the queen and king, while the news of the lost prince being home spreading like wild fire throughout the kingdom.

It was decided that there was to a be a celebration for his return, much to the young teens embarrassment.

It wasn't until later that night at the four of them got some alone time in one of the large bedrooms they had been offered, none of them quiet comfortable sleeping alone in the castle yet.

Virgil as curled up in Logan's lap, the other male leaning against the headboard of the bed, while Roman lay with his head in Patton's lap, letting the younger male play with his hair.

"Virgil, is this an appropriate time to ask if I may kiss you?" Logan asked as he looked down at Virgil, shifting him so that the smaller male was sitting in his lap but facing towards him, his legs on either side of Logan's waist. "I must admit that I have been struck with the desire to kiss all three of you at least once today while here in the castle while I couldn't." He said, with an almost but not quite pouty look.

Virgil smiled and wrapped his arms around Logan's neck.

"I will gladly accept a kiss now." He said, gently carding his fingers through the hair at the back of Logan's head.

Logan smiled and took of his glasses before leaning forward and capturing Virgil's lips in a loving kiss as he wrapped his arms around the smaller male.

He slowly pushed him down as they continued to kiss until Virgil's back was pressed against the mattress with Logan above him, the two of them still kissing one another sweetly.

Virgil hummed softly as he opened his eyes a little to look up at him, before glancing over at Parton and Roman, who where both watching with flushed cheeks, which in turn made him blush a darker shade of red.

Logan pulled away after a few seconds, pressing their foreheads together instead as they both panted softly.

"Will you tell your parents about your relationship with us?" Logan asked as he opened his eyes look look down at him.

Virgil nodded. "Yes," He said softly. "But not yet, I don't want to overwhelm them or anything, it's already a lot to take in as it is." He added.

Logan nodded and pulled away a little bit. "Okay," he said softly.

"Now, I do believe there is someone else who wants a kiss from you if you are willing." Logan said with a smile.

Virgil looked over, and saw Roman there gently reaching out to card his fingers through Virgil's hair.

"I would indeed like a turn, if it is alright with you." Roman said as Logan shifted backwards to give them a bit more room.

Virgil smiled up at him and sat up as he nodded.

"I'd love another kiss." He said softly, before squealing softly in surprise as Roman gently yet quickly pulled him into his lap.

"Thank goodness." Roman mumbled, and began pressing kisses to his jaw, his check and to the corner of his mouth before actually kissing him on the lips, holding Virgil in his lap as close as he could without making him uncomfortable.

Virgil hummed softly and closed his eyes, but not before catching a glance of Logan pressing gentle kisses to Patton's neck.

Virgil reached up and wrapped his arms around Roman, kissing him for a few seconds before pulling away from the kiss, panting softly.

He then smiled and laughed lightly as Roman began to yet again press light and slightly ticklish kisses to his jaw, but this time he then moved down to kiss at his neck, and then the spot bellow Virgil's ear, and then down to where he could feel Virgil's pulse hammering beneath his lips, before finally getting down to where his collarbone was, before kissing his way back up again, this time stopping after kissing his forehead.

He pulled away slowly and look at Virgil, who was blushing brightly and smiling at him lovingly.

“Do you think he have time for one more kiss before bed?” Patron asked as he wrapped his arms around Virgil from behind.

Virgil laughed softly and turned around so that he was facing Patton.

“Of course,” He said as he cupped both of Patton’s cheeks in his hands before kissing him sweetly.

He looked over to Logan and Roman, and saw the two in a similar position to the one Logan and him had been in while they’d kissed, just with Logan on his back with Roman above him. He watched as they broke their kiss and Roman immediately moved down to press kisses to Logan’s neck, making the older teen flush beet red.

Virgil turned his attention back to Patton, and began to gently rub his cheek with his thumb as he continued to kiss him, closing his eyes and feeling like he was melting as he continued to kiss Patton.

They eventually pulled away from one another, and just sat there together for a few minutes before gently letting each other go.

Virgil carefully slipped out of the bed and went around the room, turning out all the lights slowly as the other three got comfortable on the bed and waited for him.

When he was done he carefully slipping under the covers and wrapped his arms around Patton, snuggling close to him.

He looked up and saw Logan being held by Roman as the two snuggled, Logan and Patton holding hands.

“Goodnight guys.” Virgil mumbled before burying his face in Patton’s hair.

“sweet dreams.” Patton mumbled sleepily.

“Sleep well.” Logan said as he reached forward and took Patton’s glasses off, seeing as the other male had forgotten to.

“See you in the morning.” Roman said with a yawn before shifting and holding Logan tighter.

The four of them quickly fell asleep after that, ready and waiting for what tomorrow would bring.

The end

Note: I will be making another “chapter” to this in the next few minutes, so stick around to read it please!!

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gem-quest · 4 years

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[ SIDEQUEST 01. — I N F E R N A & N E D D Y ]

taglist: @ayzrules @bebemoon @interluxetumbra @now-on-elissastillstands @pulltheskydown @atimefordragons @armadasneon

aka: how Neddy & Inferna meet! tl;dr neddy saves inferna’s stupid ass, and inferna loves one (1) dragon who is the goodest boi ever <3

After beating Level 35 - ‘Enchanted Forest and Faerie Court’ - Inferna was pooped; dealing with stupid annoying riddles was, well, stupid. She would have rather just fought the faerie queen lady, no matter how powerful she was supposed to be, and then fucked off.

I could have totally 360 no scope’d her, she thought, a bit bitterly.

But faeries reminded her of an easier level; Finvarra’s Gardens, all the way back in Level Ten. Just the thought of all the food she’d seen the first time she passed through made her mouth water. So, Inferna pulled an ictuium potion out of her inventory, and the next thing she knew, she was surrounded by the blue skies and dancing faeries of the level.

She followed her nose to the feast table, and if Gem Quest was an anime, Inferna’s eyes would have turned into a pair of massive hearts. There were glazed hams and candied figs and dainty little sweetmeats; honeyed wine and fruit tarts and a pig with an apple in its mouth. But one thing, and one thing only, would grab Inferna’s attention anytime, anywhere: pastries.

Inferna gravitated towards the sugary confections, eyeing the sweet treats. She reached out to grab one, already able to taste the chocolatey filling melting over her tongue...

“Hey, what the fu-” Inferna muttered as another player - Moonstone, apparently - came out of nowhere and smacked her hand.

“Bad idea,” she said.

She jerked her lilac head down the table to the end, where a group of fae NPCs were watching them with intense interest. “If you Partake, they get to keep you.”

Infera looked up, noting the girl’s pale purple hair (it was gorj), before her gaze flitted back towards the NPCs. “Oh.” Inferna frowned. “I don’t remember that from the last time I came through. Has that always been a thing?”

The other girl smiled. “Er, yeah. It’s been a thing for a while- Sorry, you’ve been through this level before and...you came back for-” she paused, looked down, and then looked back up “-sweets? That’s a new one.”

Inferna shrugged. “Uh, yeah, there’s no fucking way I would have come back to this level otherwise,” she mused out loud, glaring at the NPCs. “The Finvarra guy is annoying. Honestly, all the NPCs in this game are either annoying, assholes, or both.”

She flicked her gaze back towards the purple-haired Moonstone player. “What about you?” she asked, curious. “Why are you hanging out around here? Is something fun going to happen?”

“No- I’m just camping here. For now.” Neddy smiled again, and stuck her hand out. “I’m Enthroned, by the way. But people call me ‘Neddy’. Less pretentious.”

Inferna smiled back at her. “Cool name,” she said, taking her hand and shaking it. “Both of them.”

She paused, and flipped her red hair over her shoulder. “I’m Inferna. I tried to name myself Iroh, but someone had already taken the name. You know, after the uncle dude in ATLA?”

Neddy seemed...confused, and her brows creased. “What’s-?” she cut herself off as a shadow passed over the feast. There’s a black dragon flying overhead, but it doesn’t take long for it to disappear from sight.

When Neddy looks back down, she’s grinning. “You want to come meet a friend of mine?”

Inferna raised an eyebrow, following Neddy’s gaze skyward, and nodded. “Sure,” she agreed. “What’re they like?”

Neddy started off in....some direction. Inferna couldn’t tell, but she was willing to trust her - she was horrible with directions. “Tall, dark and handsome,” replied Neddy.

“Really,” Inferna said. “Tall, dark, and handsome in the creepy male movie love-interest-slash-stalker way? Not my type at all. I mean, movie Edward Cullen just looks like a white, uglier version of Kris Wu with that dirty blond-ish colored hair.”

Neddy laughed. “Don’t be so sure. I think you’ll like this one.”

Inferna gave her a skeptical look, but continued following Neddy, until they reached what looked like a treehouse, made out of leaves and branches. “Whoa,” she said, impressed. “Did you make that yourself? That’s so cool; I can’t do jackshit when it comes to, like, arts and crafts. Or building stuff in general.”

“Well, I had a little help bending these thicker branches, but-” Neddy put her hands on her hips, beaming. “-yeah, it was quite the undertaking. One has need of home and hearth, after all, even in virtual reality.”

Inferna whistled softly. “Still, it’s super impressive,” she said, admiring the treehouse-ish shelter for a moment longer. “I just steal money from other people so I can have, you know, AC. And running water.” She wrinkled her nose. “The freshmen dorms at my school are like, janky as fuck. Is it even legal to force people to live in places with no AC, when it can get up to 100 degrees in the summer? Anyway, after a year of that, I’m never going without AC again. Ever.”

“So, where’s this friend of yours?” she asked, scanning the area around them.

Neddy blinked. “Oh, right- I guess he’s lollygagging. But I’m sure he’ll be along any second.” She gestured towards the tree house with her thumb. “Do you want to come inside until he gets here?”

Inferna shrugged, though she was a bit suspicious - did Neddy always just randomly invite people into her house? “Sure, I guess,” trying to sound as nonchalant as she could.

Neddy smiled and turned to head up the twiggy ladder, but she paused as the same shadow from the feast slipped over them. She looked over her shoulder at Inferna and pointed upwards. “He’s back!”

Inferna, for her part, was shaken out of her thoughts by Neddy’s excited exclamation. “Huh?” she said, then looked up, as Neddy directed.

She watched as a jet black dragon circled a couple of times before landing lithely in the cleared area outside of the treehouse. Inferna froze, but Neddy went over to put her arms around the creature the same way someone might hug the family dog. Finally, she looked back over at Inferna, one hand still rested on the dragon’s snout.

Inferna’s eyes widened. “Shit, you have a dragon?” she asked, her own wariness forgotten as she watched the black dragon circle above and then land in front of them. Inferna stayed where she was by the tree as Neddy threw her arms around the dragon’s neck.

“I told you he was handsome.”

She nodded, slowly. “He is,” she agreed, smiling despite herself. “What’s his name?”

“Jack.” Neddy gave Jack a fond look. “I know he looks villainous, but he has the kindest heart of anyone I’ve come across in this entire game.”

“Awww, what a good boy,” Inferna said, taking a few steps closer. A thought occurred to her. “What kind of food does he like?” she asked, mentally rifling through her inventory. “Does he like spicy things?”

“He likes everything. Sugar cubes, especially,” Neddy said with a snort.

Inferna’s eyes lit up. “Oh, perfect!” she exclaimed. “I steal those from the Tearoom all the time. Well, not really ‘stealing’ if they’re just laying around on the tables for people to take, I guess, but what is that NPC who runs it going to do? Tell me I can’t bring Tupperware into the place?”

As she rambled, Inferna popped open her inventory on her player-plexus and selected the sugar cubes. “If I throw one to him, will he catch it?” she asked, beaming at Neddy.

Neddy considered Jack, thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Worth a try.”

Inferna grinned and clapped her hands. “Okay, here goes,” she said, then gently tossed a sugar cube in Jack’s direction.

Inferna’s grin widened, and she let out an excited squeak as Jack snatched the sugar cube right out of the air - a thoroughly good boi. Neddy giggled. “I’ve never tried that with him before.”

“Really?” she asked, tossing another cube in Jack’s direction. “He’s so cute!!!” Jack snorted a plume of noxiousness, as if to say that he was in agreement with Inferna.

She frowned, thoughtful. “You think he’d like hot sauce?” she wondered out loud, pulling out one of her tiny bottles of Inferna Sauce. “I made this myself, because the food is way too bland in this game. Is it okay if I give him some?”

Neddy gestured that Inferna should have at it, and Inferna beamed at her, again, then dunked the bottle of Inferna Sauce onto the sugar cube and tossed it at Jack. Once again, the dragon snapped the treat out of the air. However, this time, Jack’s serpent-y tail swished back and forth afterward- he was clearly a big fan of the improved sugar cube.

“Wow. Guess he likes it. If you keep those coming, I bet he’ll let you have a ride,” said Neddy.

“He’ll let me ride him?” Inferna asked, clapping her hands. “I’ve never ridden a dragon before. Awww, but he’s such a good boy!” And she tossed him another sugar cube covered with Inferna Sauce, cooing at Jack in delight as he swished his tail around.

“What do you think, Cha?” Neddy and Jack shared a look. Inferna watched, intrigued, as the dragon dipped his head- up and down again- almost like nodding. Neddy nodded back before looking over at Inferna. “He’s ready when you are, Inferna.”

“Alright,” she agreed happily, skipping over to Jack. She glanced at Neddy. “How does this work? Do I just get on and hold on to something?”

“Exactly. Hold onto one of those collars.” Neddy gave her a boost onto Jack’s back and indicated the lowest collar studded with clusters of rubies as a hand-hold. “I’ve almost fallen loads of times, but he always catches me, so don’t worry about that. Just hang on as tightly as you can. And take off anything that might fly off of you because he goes really fast. I had a circlet whipped off my head once- it was a really pretty one too.”

Inferna settled comfortably atop Jack’s back, grabbing onto the collar that Neddy pointed her towards. She nodded, taking in Neddy’s advice. “Aw, that sucks,” she said, tying her own hair into a ponytail so that it would be out of her face. “The one good thing about this game is the accessories. I mean, shit, where am I going to get boots like this in the real world?” And she indicated downwards to the black leather boots she was wearing, with a matching leather snake wrapped around one of her calves.

Neddy nodded approvingly. “Those are dope.”

Inferna smiled her thanks. “Okay,” she said, making sure that she was holding on tight. “I think I’m ready to go. Is there something I’m supposed to say to get him to fly?”

“I just say ‘let’s go’. Usually does the trick.”

Inferna gave her a crooked grin. “Sounds good,” she said. “Let’s go?”

Jack took off, and Inferna held on as tight as she could, letting out a loud “Wahoooooo!!!” as he swept up into the sky.

All at once, the wind began rushing past her as they flew up into the clouds, and Inferna was very glad that she’d tied her hair back beforehand. She let out another exhilarated yelp as Jack spun them upside down then right-side up again, giggling at the sheer fun of it all.

Inferna guessed it had been about ten minutes - ten minutes of loop-de-loops and dizzying turns and thrilling dives that made her head spin every which way - when Jack began flying back towards the ground, landing in front of Neddy’s treehouse shelter.

“Holy fucking shit!” she shrieked, letting go of Jack’s collar to clap her hands. “That was by far the best thing I’ve ever done!!!”

Neddy applauded. “He was really showing off for you up there. Lots of fancy maneuvers.”

Inferna gave Neddy a curious look. “Really?” she asked, hopping off of Jack’s back so that she could lean up and kiss him on the snout. “You’re such a good boy,” she cooed, digging out another sugar cube and topping it off with Inferna Sauce. “Here!” And she tossed the sugar cube up into the air for Jack to eat.

Jack caught the morsel, emitting a gentle noise. Inferna stayed to play with Jack, and as night fell, Neddy invited Inferna to stay the night. Inferna agreed, of course - who didn’t love sleepovers?

In the morning, Inferna woke up because she was hungry, and groaned. She was still way too tired, so she tried to fall back asleep (her player-plexus said that it was 6:30 AM in-game, and Inferna found that she stayed up till 6 AM more easily than she got up at that time), but no luck.

After about an hour, Inferna gave up. She left Neddy a message via the messaging function on the player-plexus - hey neddy wassup, i’m gonna bounce bc i need some food, but it was fun meeting you and jack and ill see you around!! <3 :***** - and then climbed down out of Neddy’s shelter, waving goodbye to Jack as she pulled out an ictuium potion, headed for the Tearoom.

#writing #inferna story #sq1 #gardens of finvarra #neddy #selah #inferna #vicky #S/O FANFAN FOR COLLABING W MEEEEEEEEEE

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the-gray-blood-demon · 5 years

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My oc characters and my first post😊

Zero moon + jasmine hatter

Nico luster + ??????? ?????

Shadow yako + Kate crawler

Storm frost + Sophia night walker

Alto mordedura

Vito pUPA

Plus more I need to add

Looks and lore

Zero moon male/demon/age 2200 has short white messy hair and light white skin and gray blood and a long gray tongue right eye gold and left red like blood also he has 6 gray tentacles that he was born with on his body he can make appear and disappear at will also he can summon them around the area he is at his power is blood he wears black pants and white shirt he was one of the 7 demon lords but he was asleep for hundreds of years by a seal in a max prison so they thought he was dead and also the Demons grow stronger and let’s just say him and the did not always see eye to eye also he is a contract type so once he makes a contract he does not break it till one of them die he my be a servant but he is the one who is secretly the master he has his ways to get what he wants he also can see emotions with his red eye His go to weapons are daggers and a scythe

Also he has a blood form when he bites himself and drawls blood he can make blood claws and a blood body

Nico luster male/half human/half spider folk

He can make silk like webs also he can turn into a giant spider he has long scruffy looking hair it’s smoke gray and if you touch it it’s actually really soft and he has white skin and lavender eyes and in human form he has fangs he has two form human form and giant spider form he wears a black long sleeve outfit with gold web design and black gloves with gold finger when in spider he is purple and black he is the prince of the spider foke he is a good leader though they dislike him for being half human all spider folk can go to human form and spider form but unlike Nico they have spider like eyes and both use their webs to catch enemies they can make webs in human form and in spider form also the spider folk are great at making potions poisons and medicines nico go to weapons are Staffs and poison

Alto mordedura male/human he has rust color eyes and tan skin and black hair he has a no sleeve shirt it’s black and he has gloves that go up to his elbow and he has a gray and black scarf and he is a assassin his power is sand he also gets embarrassed easily and he doesn't talk much he also has on black pants but when he is not working he just wanders around he also has 2 small gold earrings on his right ear his go to weapon is double willing short swords and throwing knifes he is also one of the best assassin but many people don’t know about him he also has a big scar on his chest from a battle also gets embarrassed easily

Vito pupa male/demon he has ram horns and short and shaggy moss green hair he has a long dark green tongue and he has a right white eye and a left black eye not pitch black and not pitch white he has a black outfit that has a hood and it has a big gold zipper going diagonal of the outfit the outfit has red line and swirls patterns on it

But not many only 2 or 3 and when he is in battle he puts his gray skull mask on he can make objects move to his will and he can make them come to life and be his servant sometimes he uses wandering souls and put them in his life size plush dolls with button eyes each look different he can put souls into them so they will be stronger than his other servants he calls them his commanders

His go to weapon is a Halberd and floating swords he also likes to tie up anyone who trespasses with cloth and rope and chains he also takes what he wants he also loves honey

Eclipse flagellum

He is a dullahan with blue short hair and black armor and he has a dark form

echo medicus

Light faded Pink hair it looks soft and it feels soft and he has light brown skin like mocha and he is a curse bringer he half human and half fire Spirit he knows some fire spells but he mostly knows curses and enchantment spells and he makes Medicine

Rusty tolo

Shape shifter scruffy black hair and red eyes and big and tall

Amans lato

Healing magic and small femboy-ish and brown hair and green eyes

Xeno speculo

He is a tall scientist with blonde medium hair and amber color eyes he uses illusion magic but he has another form he is half human and half devil his devil form has absorbing power he can drain life and drain magic power he also can give people life force and magic power he can null magic spells he has faded gray/purple hair mix and he has hazel eyes his eye color changes a bit when he changes forms and he has sharp fangs and gray faded wings and bright purple tongue his personality changes when he changes forms

And he also can null magic

Lorem areio

He is a male human his magic is lava and ice his personality changes based on his temperature he has blood red hair and wears a chain choker he has gray long sleeve shirt and black pants his main weapon is a bow and his eyes have mix color in a swirl it’s gold and amber mix his eyes are normal but the color part of the eye does not only have one color it has a swirl of two gold and amber

Timore taton

Purple hair and green eye a knight with a short sword and his magic is hypnosis

Lupus lantern

Black hair and brown eyes he has a doming personality and he travels around a lot he uses water magic and he uses a one handed spear

Cerasus vincula

A vampire femboy who tries to act like their in charge he has red eyes and short gray hair and he is a summoner with cards he can summon anything from his magical cards also he can make more cards with magic also he is a good artist he has pale skin and sharp fangs and loves tomato’s and strawberries also his first name means cherry in Latin he is the son of a very powerful vampire family also he is the only one left alive in his family but he still keeps the power

Vagus inferis

A male incubus who can make huge magical hands appear behind him that change to different elements to whatever element he want it to change to he has peach short hair and skin the color of Carmel he is a bit on the short side he wanders around looking for prey also he is not very good at finding or asking also he always gets embarrassed about doing it so he never actually does it but he can still get what he needs done with a kiss he can take life force and Energy by kissing has a white and gold sweater and brown pants

Luna satire

Light blue hair she uses plant magic and she has a black mark on her hair shape of a deer so it’s a patch of black hair on her light blue hair

Tox Mel

Shinobi male white skin with dark purple hair and blue eyes his power is golem magic he can make any element golem he can even make it from bones he is nice and quiet at times he wears a dark hoodie without sleeves and he wears black boots he good at sneaking also he is a sweet person (yes that's a pun and if you did not get it then I don’t know how you got this far but I will help Mel is Latin for honey)

Aurum inferis

He is a great and powerful Pharaoh he has amber colored eyes his go to weapon is a scythe and whip and his magic is electricity he can shoot lightning and his weapons swings make a sound like thunder when he strikes and he can move like lightning he is resistant to hot things like lava and fire and heat also he is resistant to ice and the cold he has short light black hair with gold tips on the end a bit scruffy looking but it’s super soft he has a pharaoh's scepter that is gold and gray also he has small fangs and his height is 5”8 he also has a bright gold colored tongue and he has black double wings with a gold point on each end and on the lines that hold the wings together are golden color and smaller wings under his bigger wings also he has a black tail with a tip that fades to gold he's a devil but he his good and kind to his subjects just don’t cross him and you will be fine he has a devil form in that form he has pitch black hair with bright gold tips and his left arm is gold and gray with sharp claws and in this form he has long wavy horns that are gray and gold stripes he wears a black shirt with gold thorn patterns on it and black pants with gray and gold lines

And more will be made later here are some ideas I plan on making more girls and angles and gods/goddesses

Necromancer

Genie

#my first post #my ocs are my blood #very happy #please tell me what you think

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sincerlyyme-blog · 7 years

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Group Therapy (CONNOR MURPHY x READER)

AUTHORS NOTE: hello!!!!! i am back!!!!!!! i wrote this little thing, in hopes of making it a multiple part series. so this is just part one! but if you guys dont like it, let me know and ill just leave it as it is. I also want to take a moment to say that i am back to UPLOADING A FIC OR HEADCANON ONCE A DAY!! when i first started this blog, that was my uploading schedule. life got in the way, but im back baby!!!!!

Word Count: 2.4k ish

TW: suicide, suicide descriptions, swearing, therapy groups , etc

PS: i have been to many group therapies, so this is all just based purely on personal experience. so if this is triggering to you, please dont read any further!!!!

Connor Murphy was special. Not special in the way you would describe a rare artifact or gem. He was special like the waves in the ocean, the colours in the sky, or oil paint on a canvas. He was special because you knew what to expect. Like a wave in the ocean, you expected to crash. Like the colours in the sky, you expected to fade out after hours of daylight. Like oil paint on a canvas, you expected to dry and harden after creating something beautiful. Connor Murphy was a synonym for beautiful; only the rarest of poets could find in a dictionary. He was the sound that rolled off of the tongue of a politician. He was the feeling of warm laundry, draping around your body. Connor was all of these things—which is why his downfall was to be expected.

You had tried numerous group therapies in the past. None of them seemed to improve your feelings or behaviors. But they stabilized your health, which is all you could really ask for. There was something equally pleasing and eerie about joining group therapy. It was oddly satisfying to hear everyone bitch and complain, but also eerie that the painted beige walls would contain a group of kids who tried to kill themselves. Talk about a Suicide Squad.

You drove yourself to group therapy. This one was named Youth Wonders: Group Therapy and Psychiatrics. The name was slathered on the brick building in bronze lettering. It looked ancient. Maybe it looked cool back in 2002, but it made you roll your eyes just at the sight. You were 5 minutes early. Your keys were still lodged into your car ignition. This was the hardest part: getting out of the car. There was always that part of you that was tempted to ditch, go eat some McDonald’s for the hour, and go back home to tell your dad that everything went well. The feeling of guilt spread over your stomach just at the thought. You have lied to your father many times before. He didn’t deserve to be lied to again.

Finally, you slumped out of the driver’s seat and walked into the horrid building. It smelt like old carpet and candle wax. Kind of like a church. But nothing Holy grew an abundance to you whilst walking through the halls. A white, thick door was stood open with a brick. On the inside if the door, facing you, a pink slip of paper was taped up.

“TEEN YOUTH SUICIDAL THERAPY GROUP”

They really don’t sugar coat anything here. Your footsteps grew heavier as you walked through the door. Plastic chairs were all set up in a circle. Inside there were only four teenagers, and a woman who had a strange resemblance to Whoopi Goldberg.

“Name, please?” her scratchy voice echoed off the walls. Her dry hands where clutching a clipboard and her pink pen was held between her fingers, like a cigarette.

“Oh, uh, Y/N L/N,” you frowned, taking a seat across from her.

According to the amount of chairs set up, there were only six people in the group. You, an empty chair, Whoopi-Goldberg-lady, and an empty chair. The empty chair was to your left. You stared at it, feeling cold. The awkward tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. You took this moment of silence as an opportunity to look around the room. All of the teens glared at their feet.

The girl next to you had red hair. Her face was populated with cystic acne that looked painful to the touch. Her ginger locks were pulled into a low ponytail. She wore a large men’s sweater that hung off of her skinny body. Sitting to her left was a large Filipino boy. He wore a purple sweater and old hiking shoes. The toe of the boots were worn out and his big toe peeked out. His hair was greasy, and he looked in need of a shower. Down the line, in the circle, sat a Latina girl. Her hair was done perfectly and her ears were pierced. Big golden hoops dangled from the lobes, reaching her collarbone. She was chewing bubblegum, and wearing a croptop – even though the temperature was just above freezing. Finally, in the corner sat a very pale white boy. He was short and skinny. He looked like he was 12 years old. His minecraft shirt had large orange stains, and had blonde whiskers growing in on his upper lip.

Whoopi-Goldberg-lady took a final sigh, clicking her pen. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, another person stomped in.

“You finally decided to join us…” the woman looked at her clipboard before reading out loud, “Connor?”

The boy grunted in response, throwing his body down onto the chair next to you. You winced at the sound. He had long hair. The ends curled into the collar of his denim jacket. Your eyes trailed up to his face. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he grinded his teeth together. The Whoopi-lady stood up, smoothing out the material of her chiffon blouse.

“Welcome, everyone. My name is Liz,” she spoke above her gravely tone.

Her name was Liz. Finally, you could stop referring to her as the Whoopi-Goldberg-lady, in your head.

“I will be your counselor and guide for this group. Within our 9 weeks here, I expect all of you to hit a few goals. The first being: opening up. I want you to share your story, knowing that whatever is said in here, stays in here.”

You could hear the boy next to you, practically scoff.

“So the first thing we are going to do is; go around the room, say your name, age, and explain why you are here.”

You could feel everyone tense up.

“Let’s start with,” Liz glanced at her clipboard. “Jamie.”

The red-haired girl sat up straight. She removed her fingers from her mouth, as she was just chewing on her cuticles moments ago. Her bleeding fingers dove into the sleeves of her sweater.

“Hi, I’m Jamie,” she spoke softly, almost like a robot. “I’m 15 and I’m here because I overdosed on sleeping pills.”

Liz nodded, “Ok. Great. Thank you, Jamie.”

Next in line was the boy in hiking boots.

“Hi, I’m Leroy. I’m 16 and I tried to hang myself from a tree,” his voice was a deep baritone. But was quickly cut off by the Latina girl beside him.

“Did the tree break, fatty?”

“Andrea,” Liz warned. “This is supposed to be a safe space.”

“Ok, yeah, whatever. I’m Andrea. I’m 18. This is my third time here. I took too much meth and blacked the fuck out. So I’m here,” she snapped her gum, fingering the golden hoop on her ear.

“Daniel, your turn,” Liz looked at the small pale boy.

“Hi, um, I’m Daniel. I’m 16 and I, uh,” the boy began to sob violently. Your heart broke a little bit. The boy next to you, Connor, scoffed. You were almost in disbelief at his heartless gesture.

“It’s ok, hun. Take your time,” Liz spoke softly.

Daniel continued, hiccupping and telling the group how he tried to end his life just two weeks prior. After many tissues, Liz continued down the line.

“Connor?”

The boy next to you, shifted in his seat. He was now sitting up, straight. His long legs tangled over each other. His large, black combat boots looked heavy against his skinny shins. He was wearing a lot of layers.

“Yeah, hi, I’m Connor. I’m 17. I tried killing myself 3 weeks ago.”

“How? You have to say how,” Andrea twirled her hair around her finger.

“Why? Do you get off to people’s backstories or some shit?” he hissed back.

Liz waved the two of them off, gesturing that it was okay to keep those details private. Next was you. And you could feel your breath become heavy. All eyes landed on you.

“Well, uh, my name is Y/N. I’m 17, also. I tried killing myself last year, but I’m here because my therapist told me to,” you spoke softly.

“That’s fucking boring.”

“Andrea!”

You were pouring coffee into a Styrofoam cup, rubbing the drowsiness out of your eyes. It was the half-way mark through group therapy. The group is given a 15 minute break between the two hours, and there is a small table full of shitty snacks and coffee.

“Coffee at 1pm?” a voice spoke from behind you. You turned to see that Connor boy offering you a lazy smirk.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” “Well it’s shitty filtered coffee, and no one drinks coffee in the middle of the afternoon.”

“I didn’t know you cared so much,” you spoke while moving to the side, putting creamer and 8 packets of sugar into the small cup. “I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Jesus Christ,” he gaped at the amount of sugar you put in.

“It’s good, you should try it some time,” you mused, taking a small sip.

Connor shook his head, pouring some of the filtered brew into a cup of his own. “No, thanks. I’d like to live well into my thirties.”

“Isn’t that the opposite of why you’re here?”

“Touché.”

The rest of the afternoon went as expected. Red-haired girl went on a rant about her dad never loving her, Daniel cried some more, and Liz gave us homework to complete for next week. The green folder full of worksheets will be added to the pile of therapy homework that you never do. You have other things on your plate. You have a job, school, and university to think about.

While walking to your car, you see the tall boy leaning against the hood of your car.

“Uh, hi?” you spoke, raising on eyebrow.

He jumped a little bit, not seeing you at first. “Oh, hey, can you drive me home? My dad is at work and my mom…” he trailed off, looking at his feet.

You scratched the back of your head, not really knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry, I barely even know you. I should just walk home-“ he began to ramble, grabbing his messenger bag from between his feet.

“Get in,” you sighed, unlocking the car.

“Wait. Really?”

“What’s your address?”

The car ride was pretty silent. It contained the sound of your humming motor, and the small murmurs of directions from Connor. You had asked him what street he lived on, but he just told you that he would direct you there. He lived on the outskirts of the city. By following his directions, you drove into the suburbs. The houses were all parallel to each other. Each of them very large, big two-car garages, and nicely trimmed lawns. It was the type of neighborhood that would give out the good candy on Halloween.

“It’s the house on left, here,” he mumbled once again. Your eyes practically bugged out of your head.

“This one?” you took one hand off the steering-wheel to point to the house in front of you. It was gigantic. It was painted yellow with a dark blue door. It must have been at least 4 stories high. The backyard, from what you could see, was massive. Two large pillars on other side of the front door, reminding you of pictures in textbooks about ancient Rome.

As you pulled into his driveway, Connor picked at his nail polish. “What? Are you surprised?”

“A little,” you laughed, looking over at him.

He began to pick up his bag, looking over at you. The sunset in the sky casted a pink shadow in your car, making everything a rose colour.

“Well, uh, thanks. I’ll see you next week,” he spoke, stepping out of your car.

You watched as the goth boy walked into the giant, yellow house. It was a sight to see.

Next week rolled around, and you were five minutes early. You sat in your car, rubbing your temples. Another night without sleep. It was beginning to take a toll. Sitting in your car became a ritual you had. It gave you time to mope, before having to put on a brave face for wherever you were going. You let out a large sigh. Your head was pounding. Placing your forehead in the palms of your hands, you laid them down on the steering wheel. Closing your eyes, you were grateful to have a second to decompose.

It was quiet until you heard your passenger door open and slam shut. You let out a scream, sitting back, looking at the man who just entered. It was Connor.

“WHAT THE HELL?”

“Chill the fuck out.”

“CONNOR, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT.”

“What? Get in someone’s car? I know. I’m not an idiot.”

You began to go on a slight rampage, telling him about how many girls get abducted by leaving their cars unlocked. He responded by telling you to ‘lock your fucking car, then’. Before you could shout another witty response, he shoved a cup of hot coffee into your hand.

“Here.” “What… What is this?”

“Coffee, you dumbass.”

“Yeah, I know. But why?”

He just shrugged, taking a sip out of his own cup, leaning back in the passenger seat.

“So, why do you sit in here?” he mumbled against the warm lid of his beverage.

“It’s just nice, I guess?” you spoke out softly, rubbing your eyes.

Connor nodded, drinking his coffee quietly. You did the same.

Lunch time came around. Therapy had been going well. But you couldn’t help but find yourself staring into space every other minute. It was no group participation. It consisted of Liz telling everyone that how they were feeling is “okay”. It wasn’t anything that you hadn’t heard before.

You stood up the moment Liz said that your 15 minute break began. You walked over to the snack table, pouring another cup of coffee. Connor watched you from his seat, chewing on his bottom lip.

No one else had picked up on your caffeine habits. Rather, the rest of the teenagers fought over the sugar cookies that were lined up on the table. You walked back to your seat, sighing loudly as your butt hit the chair. You took a large gulp of the cheap caffeine, letting your eyes settle close for a moment.

“You know, I never got to hear your story last week,” you spoke softly with your eyes still closed.

“Well, same goes to you, I guess,” he mumbled back, slouching into his chair.

You cracked an eye open, looking at him. “Mine isn’t as recent.”

He shrugged back, watching you as your eyes flutter shut once more.

“My family is shit. My parents hate me. Some kid wrote a weird letter about my sister. I freaked the fuck out. It was just kind of the last straw, I guess?”

It was quiet for a few more moments. You opened your mouth to speak, then Liz clapped loudly, asking everyone to return to their seats. Group began again, and Connor avoided your eyes at all costs.

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kpopinionated · 7 years

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A Cat's Curiosity

♦️ fluff, sexy-ish

♦️ member: Taehyung

♦️ warnings: some violence, swears, slightly sexy talk/ moves

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Reader pov:

First day of school, can’t wait…..said nobody ever. I stared at the big building made up of bricks, cement, and shitty air conditioning. How fun. The parking lot was full of diverse students.

“At least you won’t stand out.” I muttered to myself before slamming my car door shut and officially put my big girl pants on. With each step I took, my heart rate spiked with nerves and anxiety ready to comfort me at any given moment. Just breathe had become my new motto as of today.

The school door was pushed open by a small girl with silver hair and freckles scattered across her cheeks. I smiled politely and murmured a small “thank you” as a cool breeze blew my hair out of my face and behind me. My eyes scanned the halls before I felt a tap on my shoulder and without a word the girl pointed toward the office and was gone without a single peep.

I sighed slightly releasing the tension and put my head up and strutted into the office. A nice lady with glasses sat behind the counter and she greeted me kindly.

“How can I help you?”

“Yes um hi I’m y/n and I’m new.” I nervously wrung my fingers together.

“Ah lovely to meet you. Have a seat I’ll have your schedule out in a jiffy!” She exclaimed before bouncing, yes bouncing, into the office behind her. I blinked in surprise before plopping into the seat near the door with my arms and legs crossed. I nervously toyed with my necklace taking a deep breath to calm myself. Just then the door swung open spiking my now calm heart rate back up.

I attempted to look unstartled and turned my head to see two boys and a girl strut into the office confidently. The first boy and girl were obviously a couple with their hands interlocked. The girl was about his shoulder height with bright forest green irises and shoulder length blonde locks. The boy was at least a head taller than her with messy brown hair, and puppy brown irises to compliment. He flashed a smile that gave the sun a run for its money. The second boy was very tall towering over the couple and he was hot. He had dusty purple dyed locks and dark mocha irises and the most kissable lips I’d ever seen.

Both boys were adorned in black pants and leather jackets over top a tee shirt, while the girl wore a pale pink tee tied in a knot to one side, a pair of black leggings, and white running shoes to complete the look. It was an interesting sight for sure. The girl smiled apologetically at me as puppy eyes kissed her head softly. The purple haired boy smirked at his friend, who smacked his arm lightly, and his eyes noticed my form seated. He raised an eyebrow slightly, curious to who I was. We had a stare down before the sweet office lady had come back.

“Found it! Here you go miss y/n. I hope you have a wonderful day! Good luck!” She handed me my schedule with a wide grin and with a bow I was sliding past the now smirking dusty purple haired boy and the couple. I pushed open the heavy office door before quickly darting around the corner to rid of his scrutinizing gaze.

“Was it my hair? My outfit? It’s just a pair of skinny jeans and a slight pale blue crop top and adidas. Oh well I think I look good and nobody is gonna ruin my mood. Now where is my first class- I need a map.” I muttered before I spun on my heel and retraced my steps back into the office.

The girl turned to see me again and she smiled politely. I returned the grin before my eyes scanned the office looking fine a map. My kind of sight was blocked by a hand with a map in hand. I slowly gripped the map in my hand and found relief as my eyes met the forest green of the girl.

“Hi I’m Naomi, your y/n right? I overheard Janet call you that.” She grinned politely.

I nodded my head. “Yeah I am. Nice to meet you Naomi and thanks for the map.

Naomi smiled. “Of course. So you’re the new student huh? I remember when I was the new student it wasn’t pleasant. Anyway what’s your first class? I can show you if you’d like?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.” I smiled slightly as she grinned and hooked her arm through mine and led me down the hall toward first period - History. We walked inside and immediately I felt curious stares bore into my skin, but I had no time to register them as Naomi pulled around desks and chairs until she abruptly sat down at the third row table, and yes I counted.

Immediately she pulled out her notebook and flipped it open to a blank page. She set her pen parallel to the notebook and turned to me. I blinked at her precision and thought back to the boy she was with in the office. The two were so different yet they complimented each other so nicely. It was an interesting equation indeed, but I wasn’t about to question her. After all, she hasn’t pried into my life, why should I?

“So tell me about yourself.” She grinned resting her chin on her hands. I cleared my throat. “Well my parents just got transferred and in result so did I. Um I’m a junior in High school-”

“No, not that story. Your real story.” I blinked at her request. “You mean my hobbies?” I questioned head tilting. She snapped her fingers and pointed at me. “Bingo. How else am I supposed to be your friend if I know nothing about you?” Well she had a point. So I began to tell her what I enjoy doing and was pleasantly surprised to find out that she enjoyed a lot of the same things.

“No way! You enjoy skateboarding too? I would’ve never thought!” She exclaimed happily, eyes lighting up. “Yeah same with you!” She giggled at that. “A lot of people say that, but my boyfriend actually taught me how and not to brag but I’m getting pretty good. I can go on the big slope myself.“she straightened up and brushed imaginary dirt off her shoulders making us both burst into laughter all over again.

Once we had calmed down enough, I felt like it was a good time to ask the question that had been bothering me since this morning. “So that guy in the office he’s your boyfriend right? I didn’t want to assume but you did look like a couple and act like one.”

“No you are good! And to answer your question yes he is. His names Hoseok but everyone calls him Jhope. The other boy with us in the office that’s Taehyung, the boys call him V.”

My head tilted to the side. “Don’t ask why, I don’t know either. All the boys have at least one odd nickname. Speaking of the boys there they are now.” My head followed where her eyes were set and saw three boys walk into the room. Two of which were familiar to me. Taehyung and Hoseok, as Naomi called them, walked in with a third boy who had blonde styled hair and an intimidating aura around him. “That’s Namjoon, he’s the leader essentially. He looks intimidating but he’s really a giant marshmallow, all the boys are. Just don’t get on their bad side.” Well that just made me even more curious to what was their ‘bad side’.

Hoseok scanned the room and his gaze landed on Naomi and I in record time. He began to walk through the desks followed by Taehyung and Namjoon. I gulped as my eyes caught Taehyung’s as he sauntered past my desk right behind Hoseok. His mocha eyes stared into mine as he winked, hand softly running past shoulder as the three boys claimed the table behind us. I gulped feeling my cheeks burn with blood rushing to them. It was a damn good thing Taehyung was behind me and couldn’t see them. I was not about to let him know how he affected me.

After what felt like forever the bell rang and the lesson began and I felt my body sigh in relief as Taehyung’s gaze switched from me to the teacher at the front of the room. It was gonna be a long class period I could already tell.

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I don’t care what Naomi said about them being marshemellows, they were intimidating. For some reason Taehyung had taken a liking to my hair and in the middle of notes began to play with my hair - and that’s just the start. At first it was innocent fascination as he picked up small picks and twirled them between his fingers.

Then he took it a step further. He swept my hair to the side, revealing my neck and he began to dance his fingertips along the skin before he began to caress it softly and at one point even laid a soft kiss on the skin making me jump in surprise and lean forward away from the playful bad boy. I could still here his chuckling at how quickly I packed my bag and darted out the classroom, cheeks flushed red. I had made one mistake during this and that was me turning around and giving him a full sight of my flushed cheeks.

His smirk got wider and he stood up and began to walk toward me, but I never gave him the chance to corner me as I was going bullseye a run for his money at how fast I ran down the hall.

Miraculously I had ended up right in front of my next class - Science and just to my luck the boy Namjoon sauntered in with Hoseok and they had witnessed everything from last period. I prayed to god they wouldn’t see me, but alas they went unanswered as Hoseok locked eyes with me and they flickered to the empty seats on either side of me and he wasted no time claiming the spot to my left and Namjoon to my right.

I took a deep breath and didn’t make eye contact at all, instead keeping myself straight forward and stiff, although I tried to look relaxed. And it seems both boys noticed my posture change and their smirks changed to friendly smiles instantly.

“Hey Y/n it’s alright we don’t bite. I’m Hoseok and that’s Namjoon but I’m sure Naomi told you that already.” Hoseok flashed me a smile that I couldn’t help but retaliate. “There we go. See we aren’t that bad.” He grinned wider at the sight of my smile.

“I can see why Taehyung likes you now.” Namjoon exclaime smacking my head snap to him. “Ex-excuse me?” I said staring wide eyed at him. He chuckled in response. “Oh come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” He teased and Hoseok decided to join in. “Yeah y/n I saw it this morning. Both in the office and in class. He’s definitely taken a liking to you.” My eyes were saucers how and I turned to the front just as the bell rang for the lesson to begin. Just before the teacher began to talk, Namjoon leaned in and whispered, “Once Tae wants something, he usually gets what he wants and this time that’s something is you.” Before he turned back to the board as if he had t said a word.

Throughout the entire lesson I had a hard time focusing. Who would? I was just told, that Taehyung would stop at nothing until he had me and that frightened me immensely. I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak, but I also knew these boys were dangerous, anyone could tell. From their outfits to the aura they held to the students who didn’t dare mess with them let alone look at them. If that didn’t tell a girl something I don’t know what did.

As soon as the bell rang I was once again rushing from the class, heart racing. I needed to avoid them at all costs, which was hard considering I’ve only met three out of the seven. According to Naomi there was four more boys I was yet to meet, and not gonna lie I was thankful. She told me about Jin, the kindest out of them all, but he was still a force to be reckon with, Jimin the sly and flirtatious dancer with feline like eyes, Yoongi the boy who was quiet most of the time but still looked scary at the same time, and finally the youngest Jungkook who was just as dangerous as Taehyung. She also told me about Jin’s girlfriend Sarah who’s 5'6” with brown hair and brown eyes to match.

I was overly cautious at the thought. The boys were very close and told each other everything so by now they each had to know who I was and that Tae wanted me which was scarier considering I had no clue what any of them looked like. So walking to third my guard was definitely up as the Art hall came into view. I held my head high and plopped into the first available seat. My hands shook slightly as I gripped my pencil with more force than necessary. Finally the lesson began and we were told to sketch a room and I got to work immediately, already feeling my nerves settling. One thought that hadn’t occurred to me is that maybe just maybe one of the boys had already been in the room with me.

Maybe it was the way my nerves lingered just under the calm line in my veins or the gaze I felt on my back but I brushed it off as the person looking at the example on the board. It never occurred to me that it could be one of Taehyung’s friends in the room, until I heard the lunch bell ring and looked up just in time to see a boy with bright red hair and a leather jacket similar to Hoseok’s, Namjoon’s, and even Taehyung’s walk past me. I froze eyes watching him leave through the door. Maybe it was just a coincidence that he had the same jacket?

Yeah maybe it’s just a coincidence. Many guys and girls like leather jackets. These thoughts kept me calm….for about 5 seconds. The boy paused in the doorway and turned locking eyes with mine. Feline mocha eyes held me still in my chair. My eyes went wider and I silently gazed at him. He smirked and then spun on his heels and headed for lunch, but I couldn’t move. The eyes were the same as Naomi had described. Now it might not seem like a big deal but if at least one member knew what class I was in and who I was, as they all seem to know me now even if I don’t know them, they could keep tabs on me and therefore give Taehyung that opportunity to get me right where he wants. That thought alone was scary.

~~~

I’ve never been this anxious in my life. Especially not walking to lunch. My eyes were darting around and I sped walk through the halls like my life depended on it. These boys gave off a less than friendly aura, even if Hoseok and Namjoon were more than nice in Science. I couldn’t place my finger on it, but something was hidden about these boys, a secret. Even Naomi said “don’t get on their bad side” but what is there bad side? That thought alone told me to be on alert and avoid them as much as possible. Which is why I’ve found myself outside eating lunch and avoiding the lunchroom like the plague.

Each time the door opened I’d jump and tense up and only relax when I’d see it wasn’t any of the people I’d wanted to avoid. The entire half hour was filled with my nerves ready to jump into action and my body set in flight mode. Call it paranoid but something was up and as much as I wanted to deny it, I wanted to find out what it was.

~~~

Lunch period had ended and I was thankful for the final class of the day, English. The tables were pretty empty, as lunch had just barely ended, so I had first dibs on my seat and chose an outside seat, to not meet the same fate as I had in science class. The students slowly filed in and took open seats and I breathed a sigh of relief when a girl took the open seat next to me.

“Hey I’ve never seen you before are you new?” A bubbly voice greeted me from my left. I turned to see a girl smiling at me. “Um yeah sorry I should’ve introduced myself. I’m y/n and its my first day. Whats your name?”

The girls expression changed to a wider smile as she held her hand out. "Ah so your the famous y/n. I’m Sarah it’s nice to meet you.” She must’ve seen my shocked expression. “Don’t worry I won’t say anything to the boys and none of them are in this class so you have nothing to worry about.” I released the breath in my throat happily. The one class I was able to relax.

Throughout the whole class period my body relaxed and my mind was at ease as I worked on my assignment. Sarah and I chatted all the way up until the bell rang. “Oh that’s the bell. You coming?” She asked smiling. I glanced up from my paper and back up smiling sheepishly. She seemed to understand. “That’s alright. Here’s my phone number so we can chat later and I can show you around tomorrow!” I quickly typed in the number into my phone and sent her a quick text for her to know its me. I waved bye and instantly began to furiously write again.

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“Success!” I shouted as I held the paper up in victory. After only 20 extra minutes in class did I finish the paper? You bet I did. Correct grammar and everything! I quickly placed my notebook and pencil in my bag and jumped to my feet and placed the finished assignment in the basket and practically skipped out the door.

My class was on the top floor of the school so I had to take the stairs down and various hallways to reach those stairs. Yes it was weird. As I descended toward the third floor hallway I heard a loud bang echo from down the hall. I froze mid step and strained my ears and a second bang echoed. I felt my heartbeat rise. I needed to get past to leave so I took a deep breath and carefully walked down the hall. Another bang and a groan followed. Then a cry of pain and I couldn’t ignore it. I slowly crept up to the classroom and peaked my head around the corner.

There was around seven boys in the room. I leaned further in when I heard a third groan and saw a boy on the floor with a red leather jacket on. He hissed in pain as one of the boys landed a so,I’d kick to his abdomen. I winced as he released another gasp of pain. My eyes flickered to the foot aimed to strike again and up the legs and torso and my eyes met the scowling expression of Namjoon. My eyes went wider and my eyes transitioned to each boy, Jin arms crossed next to Namjoon, Hoseok opposite them, jimin leaning against the wall, Jungkook I believe whispering to sugar who was perched on the desk next to Taehyung. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was right, they were dangerous. I wanted to flee before I was seen but my feet stuck in their spot, unable to command my muscles to move. I stared as Namjoon again struck the boy’s abdomen again and he curled in on himself and then his eyes locked onto mine. I felt like a deer in headlights unable to move just star struck in my spot by the door.

The boy stared at me before I heard it. The broken voice barely above a whisper. “Please help me.” I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water, unable to form words, hell not even a sound. Suddenly I could move and I scooted my left foot back. Big. Mistake. As if I was a magnet I now had not just one, but eight pairs of eyes on my frozen figure. Nobody moved for a moment, we just stared. Then one by one the boy’s began to smirk. I heard feet hit the ground and slow footsteps approach me and that’s when the flight response kicked in and I was gone down the hall faster than you could say “oops.”

~A/Allie

#admin A/Allie #bts scenarios #bts au #mine #kim taehyung #taehyung scenarios #taehyung au #v #v scenarios

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Review: Castle Hangnail

[Image: The cover of the book ‘Castle Hangnail’ by Ursula Vernon. The detailed description is kind of long so I put it under ‘read more’]

Full review is under ‘read more’, but here is it in short: Castle Hangnail is a very cute book with likeable characters, and even some pretty serious moments. However, the plot is completely unfocused and it has a climax that was incredibly predictable. Still, as an easy read, this will do more than fine.

[Full Image Description: A book cover that mostly uses blue, purple, and black as a color palette. In the foreground, a small, twelve-year-old, white girl with a round-ish face, black curly hair and black clothes is holding a book open. White light is curling from that book. A bat is perched upon her shoulder. To her left, you have an Igor-ish monster looking concerned and a cloth doll with pins sticking out from him holding a bowl with a goldfish in it. On her right, you have a creature that appears to be the cross between a donkey and a dragon. All creatures look friendly. They are standing on a winding path leading up towards an ominous castle in the background. Above them, a golden title reads ‘Castle Hangnail’.]

Author: Ursula Vernon Genre: Fantasy Intended Age-range: 9 to 12 (rough estimate) Representation for POC: None Representation for LGBT+: None Representation for Disabilities: None Well-Written Female Characters: Yes; the majority of the human cast is female and kicks ass, and the non-human female cast also kicks ass. Warnings: Has a character arc that contains working through emotional abuse and (something akin to) gaslighting (not by the family or by a significant other, and it isn’t explicitely called that, but it’s definitely that. From what I can tell, it was handled decently). Other Things: The main villain of the series has an ice-theme, and therefore also has a very pale skin, white-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. If you happen to have albinism, this could potentionally turn you off (as it kinda plays into the ‘Evil Albino’ Trope), though the villain doesn’t actually have albinism as far as I know. Overall Grade: 7/10

Because the Board of Magic is threatening to shut down Castle Hangnail if it doesn’t find a Master soon, the Minions living in the castle sent out invitations to all Wicked Witches, Evil Sorceresses, Vampire Lords and other magical folk to become their Master. The only one who answers the invitations is Molly, an unimpressive twelve-year old who claims to be a powerful Wicked Witch named Eudaimonia. In reality, she is a ‘moderately talented’ untrained magic user who just wants to get away from her pink-and-sparkles loving twin. Now, she needs to fulfill the Tasks the Board has laid upon her, all the while keeping her real identity secret.

Or at least, that’s the plot during the first half of the story.

This book has a lot going for it, and I am going to start with the positive. The first thing that jumps out is the wacky world it’s based in. Like all good childeren’s fantasy books, Castle Hangnail thrives upon the pure imagination of the writer. Vernon manages to use all tired old fantasy tropes (the wicked witch, for example) in a new and fresh setting, by simply adressing them in-universe. Wicked Witch, Evil Sorceress, etc. are real titles in the book, and magic users can claim them. What’s smart about this is that it creates a unique atmoshpere without having to explain too much; we already know what a Wicked Witch is, but the fact that it’s now more or less an official job is what makes it funny.

The world of Castle Hangnail is insanely entertaining and even cleverly self-aware, as can be seen through the little tidbits of information sprinkled between the pages. It never over-explains anything, but from time to time, it adds things like “Pins, the walking, talking ragdoll, wasn’t made by Voodoo, which is actually a very interesting religion. Nobody knew where he came from”, and then proceeds to tell us increasingly ludicrous things about him that never explain where he camef rom, but give your imagination a shot of adrinaline to figure it out yourself. It’s just a lot of fun.

What’s also a lot of fun are the characters. Castle Hangnail provides us with a full cast of wacky characters, ranging from Majordomo, the oldest and most serious staff member and who looks back fondly on the Mad Scientist who let a hamster eat his (Majordomo’s) brain, to Serenissima, a half-human half-Djin part-mermaid smoke spirit who is about as melodramatic as me, to Cook, a minotaur who cooks deliciously, has cooked one of her past husbands, and hates the letter Q.

Molly herself, our main character, is also very likeable. She is the ‘bad twin’; her sister being the good twin that she despises (in a very sisterly ‘nobody but me gets to call her stupid’ kinda way), and is an aspiring Wicked Witch. Molly is very self-conscious, but also determined to become better at magic and to work hard for Castle Hangnail and her friends. Her hardworking nature and stubbornness are what keeps the plot moving, helped along by the occassional plot-related coincidence. She is earnest, nice, enthousiastic about everything, and I love her. I. Love. Her. Openly admitting my biases here.

So, to summarize: a wacky world and wacky characters, with a very likable main character to boot. What’s not to like?

The plot.

It’s honestly been a while since I’ve seen a plot so unfocused. During the first half of the story, the book consists mostly of mini-arcs where Molly attempts to solve the various Tasks of the Board of Magic requires her to do. These are all fairly entertaining, but have little relevance to the actual plot that rears its head about halfway through.

Halfway through, the Evil Sorceress that Molly’s impersonating, Eudaimonia, decides to show up. This takes up the rest of the book and is mostly consistent in its plot. However, the Sorceress herself is grossly underdeveloped (Vernon tries to give her a semi-sad backstory. She doesn’t succeed), and I had already figured out what all of the foreshadowing in the first half was going to lead to in the end. I won’t spoil anything, but I’ll just say that I was right. It was really obvious.

But what really got me was how... seperated it felt from the first half. I guess it was just too different in tone and focus. It felt more like a sequel than a second half, and it really bugged me.

What I did like about the second half, however, was the surprisingly serious plotline that came with it. Eudaimonia (this isn’t really a spoiler; you’ll figure it out in three seconds flat) was emotionally abusive towards Molly (constantly putting her down, undermining her self-confidence, etc. She was also gaslighting her, or doing something very similar at the very least). Instead of brushing over this, it has a profound effect on Molly’s character throughout the entire book, and she works through the after-effects in the second half! There’s even some very nice parallels with some of Majordomo’s previous experiences. Like. Wow. I am by no means an authority on these kinds of issues, but I think that the fact that they were properly discussed in a childeren’s book is very important, and from what I can tell, it was handled with respect. This doesn’t often happen, and I’m glad that it did here.

All in all, Castle Hangnail is a fun book with interesting characters and a creative world, but with an unfocused and predictable plot.

I recommend reading Castle Hangnail if:

You are looking for something relaxing and fun.

You are looking for something with a likable female main character, but not too much plot

You are like slice-of-life fantasy and can deal with unfocused plots

You liked Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (seriously. I’m getting so much of the same vibes) and are looking for something similar.

I do not recommend reading Castle Hangnail if:

You are looking for a book with a cohesive/good plot

You are the type to become annoyed by unfocused plots

You dislike reading books obviously written for children

You are easily triggered by emotional abuse and/or gaslighting

You are allergic to cute

#Castle Hangnail #Ursula Vernon #Letters Reviews Things #Review #Emotional Abuse //#Gaslighting //#Well at least I think so #Better safe than sorry

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Slytherin Harry AU

A/N: mention of domestic abuse and negligence.

Where Harry is a Slytherin, and Draco is abused by his father.

Lil baby Draco hasn’t got the confidence to introduce himself to anyone. His family is pretty important, or so he’s been told, but he’s not sure what that means in the world outside of his house. All he knows is that a lot of the other children are actively avoiding him. He’s been sitting in the corner, practicing his introductions and his hellos, hoping someone may be kind enough to approach and give him the opportunity to use them.

Lil baby Harry has been mostly sitting alone, unsure of what to make of this whole experience. The family of red heads that had helped him at the gate had been kind enough, but they had all spread out. The eldest had hardly looked at him, caught up in the hustle and bustle of the crowd from his year. The girl, a year below him, wasn’t old enough to board the train. The twins had helped him with his luggage, and then they, too, were off to join their friends. The one his age- Ron- had gotten swept up into conversation with a boy named Dean Thomas, and his new friend, Seamus Finnigan. Harry wasn’t particularly interested in their conversation, largely because he didn’t know what “quidditch” was, and the boys were too rowdy to interrupt to ask. So Harry quietly moved to another compartment, one mostly empty, apart from a quivering blond in the corner. Harry pays him no attention, lost in his thoughts and his nerves.

In the room, waiting to enter the great hall, a tall, gargoyle ish kid sees Harry eyeing the small blond boy he had sat with on the train. He pulls him aside, snatching the wrist of another large kid, and together they whisper hushed warnings to Harry. “Holy shit dude his dad is so out to get you” and “that kid has major problems just stay the hell away”. So Harry heeds their advice, and he looks away whenever the blond dares to make eye contact.

Harry receives words of caution about one particular child, cloaked high at the neck, with long, dark sleeves and pale blond hair. He receives no warnings about the serpent house of Slytherin, or its infamous graduates.

And Draco is utterly alone.

As it turns out, Draco and Harry are roommates, along with two snaggletoothed children with dark hair. They idolize Harry.

Most days, and most nights, Draco huddles on his mattress with the curtains drawn. The kids have been less than friendly toward him since the very start. He has no friends.

Meanwhile, everyone in the school swarms Harry as he walks down the corridors. Older Slytherins brag that THE Harry Potter is in their very own house. Slytherin girls, Gryffindor girls, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, they all swoon over Harry. He’s as popular as his story. Draco is envious of Harry.

It continues this way for the first weeks of school. Harry, the acting Hogwarts celebrity, and Draco, the nervous boy who shakes and cries out in his sleep.

Then, late one September night, Harry can hear Draco sniffing. While the other students were cautious, careful to avoid the boy, Harry had been utterly indifferent. As far as he could tell, Draco was just different. He was quiet, was pale, was nervous to participate. Harry could understand that. He had grown up that way with the Dursleys.

As he lays under his covers, he can see the outline of Draco in the bed next to him, wiping his face with his arm and silently shaking. Normally, Draco shut the bed curtains tight. Tonight, he seemed to have forgotten.

Harry, being the kind person he is, crawls out of bed. He hopes to comfort Draco. Harry can’t explain why, but he feels drawn to Draco. Immediately Draco’s chest stops shaking as he tries to lay as still as possible. Harry is quite certain Draco is trying not to breathe as he quietly shuffles over to him, where he kneels down and rests his chin on the edge of the bed.

He whispers Draco’s name, and Draco quietly says, “Potter…”

“Draco, what’s wrong?”

And Draco just starts shaking his head and his chest shakes and he’s crying again.

Any other person would have insisted on finding out what was the matter, or would’ve said whatever and crawled back into bed. But Harry hesitates. He knows what a person would normally do in this situation, but it just doesn’t feel right. Here is this boy, held in such high regard by the teachers but so avoided by students. And Harry just feels so terrible about it. This boy comes from such an important wizarding family and yet he is so shy and awkward. He sits alone at the very end of the bench at every meal and walks quickly with his head down everywhere he goes. He gets shoved around in the hallways and gets nasty letters in class.

Having been abused and neglected his whole life, Harry knows better than anyone what it feels like to be mistreated. With his chin still resting on the edge of the bed, Harry shuffles himself around so he is squatting instead of sitting on his knees. He does not crawl back into his bed, and he doesn’t insist Draco tell him what’s wrong. Instead, he awkwardly takes Draco’s hand and runs his thumb over Draco’s knuckles.

At first, Draco stiffens. Harry’s heart breaks. No one has offered Draco a kind touch in a very, very long time.

Draco continues to cry but Harry doesn’t leave his side until Draco has fallen asleep. Silently, Harry climbs back into bed. There’s an inexplicable feeling in Harry’s chest. Something has changed.

Each night for the next three days, Harry waits for the other boys to drift off before climbing into bed with Draco and rubbing soothing circles over Draco’s knuckles. When Draco falls asleep, Harry silently moves back to his own bed. Only he and Draco know of their nighttime routine. However, it is apparent that Harry has warmed to Draco over night. The other kids are questioning of it, but say nothing. They wouldn’t dare question Harry Potter. He must have good reason. Maybe he’s prancing him? Whatever the reason, they’re sure he’ll let them in on it soon enough.

But their friendship continues to develop. Harry seems genuinely interested in this boy. He’s taken a real liking to him. The other boys are confused.

The Slytherin boys plan to sneak off after classes and go for a swim in the lake before the weather turns nasty. This is it. This is Harry’s opportunity to change things for his shy friend.

Harry invites Draco, who anxiously stutters out a “yes please.” The other boys, who are all quite thrilled that their house got the infamous Harry Potter, finally question Harry for inviting him and try to get out of bringing Draco but Harry will have none of it.

Most boys send their owls off to request their parents send swim trunks as the nice weather was unexpected. Harry, having no family to send owls to or swim trunks to speak of, decides to go in his underwear. A few other boys have decided the same, so it isn’t as though he will be alone.

When Draco, who was invited too last minute to send for his bathing suit, tries to go down to the lake in long underwear, Harry stops him. They are the last two to head down, watching as the last few stragglers jump around the dorm, pulling on swim trunks and grabbing the hands of giggling girls, spectators, no doubt.

Harry doesn’t hesitate to hold Draco back. He doesn’t think twice about taking hold of Draco’s arm. He notices when Draco flinches, staring wide eyed at the place where Harry’s hand is loosely grasping his wrist. Harry can’t tell if it is because it hurts him, or because he is surprised that he isn’t hurting him. Regardless, Harry lets his hand fall to his side and clears his throat.

“The lake isn’t cold yet, Draco. You’ll be far too hot in that.”

But Draco looks down at the floor and shuffles his feet.

“C'mon, Draco, what’s wrong?”

And in the now empty dorm room, Draco silently strips off the shirt and the pants and turns in a full circle. Harry’s jaw drops. Draco is covered neck to ankle and shoulder to wrist in nasty bruises, cuts and scars.

“My father doesn’t like me very much, I guess.”

Harry is furious. How dare anyone do this to a person, much less a child? How could a parent do this to his darling little Draco, who’s toes barely touch the floor when he seats himself at the dining table? The Dursleys were terrible to Harry, but they never went this far. They never had magic on their side. Deep cuts criss-cross Draco’s back and angry scars dot and line his arms. Bruises turn most of his skin dark blue, deep purple, ugly green and brown.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Harry pulls Draco into his arms. Draco begins to cry and does not stop until dinner time. Harry holds him all the while.

When they enter the great hall, Harry has an arm firmly, protectively draped across Draco’s shoulders. He pulls Draco into his side on the bench. He does not lose contact with Draco once.

Harry rarely breaks contact with Draco over the rest of their years at Hogwarts. He takes Draco home over the summer, or insists he join Draco at his. He guards Draco from the angry glares of Lucius. He observes that Narcissa receives the same treatment. He begins to guard Narcissa from these same glares.

Narcissa is very fond of this boy that invites himself over during the summer and occasionally over the holidays. She likes that he has passion. She likes that he brings out something new in Draco. She likes that he is a furious protector of all those he deems worthy of protection. She loves this boy like her own son, and she knows just how much she owes to him.

After only a couple of years, Narcissa offers to take Harry in. She knows a little of the neglect that Harry faces at home. She won’t let this sweet boy starve over the summers. Lucius is enraged that he was not consulted, but Narcissa refuses to let this boy return to his muggle relatives.

It isn’t until after Harry has moved into the Malfoy Manor, settled, and challenged Lucius daily that Narcissa finds out the true extent on the abuse Harry faced. It is a different kind of abuse from that she and Draco experienced before Harry so shamelessly inserted himself between them and Lucius. It’s still terrible. Narcissa cries for hours, ashamed that she didn’t see the signs so much sooner. Harry sits on the bed with her, soothing her and talking to her. He encourages Narcissa to take Draco and leave Lucius. He suggests he join them, as though Narcissa would ever leave Harry after all she’s discovered about him, after all he’s done for Draco.

And that is how the Malfoy-Potter Safe House for Young Wizards and Witches begins.

That is where the life long bond between Harry and Draco solidifies. Narcissa, Draco, and Harry are untouchable by the scars of the past or the threats of the future.

I’m so for Narcissa, Lucius, and Harry banding together to take action in favour of students in bad home situations, giving them a place to go and a family atmosphere.

#safe house #narcissa malfoy #draco malfoy #harry potter au #Harry potter #Harry x Draco #Slytherin Harry au #Slytherin Harry #anti domestic abuse

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