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don't give me hope.......
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Hearts [S. R] part 2
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
word count: 3.9k
part 1!
summary: morning coffees become the special moments between you and Spencer, but you also discover that he may have more competition for his love than you expected.
N/A: I never thought this would be so well received and I honestly feel so happy! I am very grateful to all the people who requested a second part, I hope you like it and if you want to tell me something in the comments I will read it with pleasure!
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That morning Spencer came to his desk with coffee in hand and set it carefully to one side, the sight of his scrawled name looming large throughout.
Spencer <3
What did that mean? It was his name, that's obvious, but it was written with such a careful and clean line that it was very beautiful to admire and the heart drawn next to it was what didn’t quite add up in the whole thing. Reid knew that it was an ideogram used to express the idea of affection or love, so the most logical conclusion was that you were trying to communicate a feeling of that kind, but then he wondered: was it affection between friends? a simple show of affection, he supposed. Nothing further, surely it could not be anything else.
There were days when you and he barely saw each other, as the team had to go out to handle cases in the field and you stayed behind to do literally whatever you could do to complete your service hours, but every morning without fail you looked for him to deliver the long-awaited coffee. You were keeping your promise and for three days you arrived with two cups on the tray, one clean and the other labeled for him: Reid, Spence, Doctor R., all titles followed by a drawing of a heart. When Friday rolled around and you handed him what he thought would be his last cup, you decided to propose a deal.
"Today I was thinking that I could buy your coffee permanently, if you want” you exclaimed kindly, while you watched him from the chair that you had pulled to sit next to him. Some mornings when there wasn’t so much movement you would stay there to drink a few shots of your coffee and share a small moment of the day "It's on my way here and it's obvious that you like it"
“Oh, I… I couldn't even think about it, no. I would take too much advantage of you"
“You're going to pay me back, Reid. I'll just bring it” you laughed, watching him turn red to the ears while he drank a little to try to mask it.
"Then, I'd love to," he exclaimed with a tight-lipped smile. He was a little excited to continue having excuses to talk to you every day and, above all, to drink the delicious coffee that he had already gotten used to.
"Although I'm running out of ideas, to be honest," you said amused, because that day the cup didn’t have any inscription due to that lack of creativity. But as by the work of fate, an idea came to your mind, so you smiled from ear to ear while you took a black marker from your friend's desk and took the cup from his hand. Spencer looked at you carefully and curiously while you were writing and just when you finished Hotch called you from the other side of the tables "I have to go, don't miss me too much" you murmured, handing him the glass and then winking at the boy, who in response only awkwardly raised his hand.
Once you left, he looked at what you had written, less neatly than the other times, and felt himself grinning like a fool:
My fav agent and again that damn heart.
“Y/N”
"Yeah?" you asked, looking up at another of your fellow interns. You had a room where everyone could stay for a while to work on their own business, but on this occasion, curiously, only women had gathered at the table, there were about five of you in the entire building. Among them Jennifer, a girl you liked very much and with whom you could presume to have something like a friendship, and for some strange reason there was also Victoria.
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Huh… yeah, I guess" you muttered a bit confused, and even though you didn't know the girl she smiled in your direction.
“Is that brown-haired guy you talk to every morning your boyfriend?”
“Spencer?” you asked, widening your eyes at the surprise with which the question had taken you. You expected her to ask what band you listened to the most, your favorite food, or some other stupid thing, but not that. Now all the girls' attention was on you, including Victoria's inquisitive scowl and Jennifer's amused look “I wouldn't say that”
"And do you think you can introduce me?" she said with more enthusiasm than she intended, and they all laughed collectively.
“I get second in line”
"Girls, girls..." Jennifer intervened and you knew that from that moment the topics of the internship would take a back seat “He may not be her boyfriend now, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want him to be”
"Jenn!"
"Am I lying?" she sneered “You smile every time you see him and you two look so in love whispering to each other every morning. Also, a week ago I saw you go out together at night”
"Jenn," you insisted, muttering to her in the hope that she would notice that you wanted her to shut up. It wasn't that you were ashamed of being associated with him, you just didn't want to spread wrong rumors that might embarrass him.
“How come he's already an agent? He looks very young”
“It's because he's a prodigy, duh. He’s as attractive as he’s intelligent”
"I imagine that being such a smart man he knows perfectly the weak points of a woman" another girl murmured, joining the conversation "If you know what I mean"
“For now we are just friends. That's all" you said trying to end the conversation, completely embarrassed that such a personal matter had ended up as the talk of all the female interns of the FBI. It was supposed to be a serious job and you guys looked like gossipy high school girls.
"Maybe he's waiting for someone better," Victoria said into the air, a venomous tone permeating every word.
"Anyway, if you give up, can you get me his number?" insisted the first girl. You nodded just so as not to break his illusion, but you knew very well that Spencer didn't use a phone beyond what was necessary for work.
Even though you yourself had told him that surely many girls liked him, you didn't expect that he really had admirers so close and to be honest a pang of jealousy invaded you. Victoria was the most obvious of them all, but you knew that being college girls they were more likely to admire the masculine charm of perhaps the youngest member of the FBI. They too were young and beautiful, but you chose to trust that you had the upper hand in winning the man's affections.
You tried as hard as you could to concentrate on your tasks, but now that his name had come up it was hard to think of anything but him. Spencer wasn't a very expressive guy, but you knew that he was comfortable with you or else he wouldn't seek you out or agree to talk to you like you did, although clearly that didn't ensure that he was attracted to you. Maybe he just saw you as a good friend.
At night, when you were about to go home, you tried to look for him so you could see him again with the excuse of saying goodbye, but you were surprised when you saw that he was talking to Victoria in an already empty section. Curiosity to know what they were talking about invaded you and you stood where you were, squinting your eyes to try to read their lips. Reid wasn't participating too much in the chat, you'd even say he looked awkward, but she was shamelessly flirting with him. Perhaps the sudden change in attitude that she had had was what your friend had missed so much and just when you thought of approaching to go save him from the situation, she stood on her toes and crashed her lips against his, leaving you standing just in your place and completely in shock.
You didn't expect her to dare to do something like that, but the reaction he had left you even more surprised, because, although it wasn't so favorable, he didn't seem bothered by the show of affection he had just received either. He just stood in front of her, looking her up and down as if he were analyzing her.
You didn't want to stay there any longer and almost instantly you turned around to walk out the front door, hoping that this had meant absolutely nothing to him and the next day you could look him in the face without feeling the jealousy boiling in your veins.
It was almost time for dismissal when Spencer remembered that he had a file to go through that he'd ignored all morning, and he cursed himself a little for leaving things until the last minute. His coworkers told him that he could finish it the next morning, but he knew that if he did that he probably wouldn't have time to drink coffee with you so he preferred to stay a little later there.
Little by little the offices emptied and when there was almost no one left, he finally finished, feeling the discomfort of the recurring pain in his back due to the bad position in which he sat. He put his things away, put on his coat, and slung his briefcase over his shoulder, ready to go back to his apartment, but a person got in the way when he was about to cross the hall. Due to exhaustion and seeing that it was a female body he assumed it would be you, but when he paid more attention, he noticed that it wasn’t even remotely possible that the ironed black hair was yours.
"Doctor Reid"
"Miss Evans" he greeted her, without losing cordiality, but not with too much emotion either.
"What are you doing here so night?"
"Job. There's nothing else to do around here at this hour,” he said without looking at her. But the girl was determined to get that one-night stand that she was sure you had, lie as it was.
“It's a shame, but I know a bar near here that you might like if you want to have a little fun”
“Bars are noisy and are one of the biggest sources of infection that can exist. Sweat, alcohol, and unknown fluids permeate the environment and it is very probable that the consumption of drugs affects not only those who consume them but also those who are close to them, so I prefer to decline your invitation" he exclaimed, hoping that this explanation would be enough to make it clear to this woman that he wasn't interested.
“So you're more of hanging out in the apartment? I have a lot of great things in mine, including a jacuzzi."
“Jacuzzies are unsanitary” he insisted. If he proposed, he would know that he would find a valid excuse for whatever plan she might suggest.
"What a killjoy, Agent Reid” she giggled, but he wasn't too amused by any of it. "Do you ever have fun?"
"I think my concept of fun and yours diverge a lot" he murmured, still not looking at her directly and ready to end the conversation.
Spencer was about to leave when she raised herself to his height and in a quick movement that caught him off guard, she smashed her lips against his. As she turned away from her the man froze completely in his place, looking at her from head to toe as if she were some strange natural specimen.
"What if I promise there will be more of that?" she asked, in a last-ditch attempt, faking a honeyed voice. He was going to respond when there was something that forced him to look in the direction of the exit door, where someone else was already walking. From the pattern of colored stripes on the jacket he knew it was definitely you and if it was you then you probably witnessed the entire exchange. He felt the urge to run after you to justify himself for something he hadn't even done, not knowing why he was embarrassed or worried that you'd seen that. “Come on, are you really going to say no to all this?”
"Listen to me, Victoria. I understand if having power over others gives you pleasure because you are the least noticed and recognized member of the family, or if you enjoy saying hurtful things to people to feed your own insecurities, but I ask that you please stay away from me and stop trying whatever you're trying. I don't like you, you're a bad person and I won't allow you to kiss me without my wanting it, or to make your sexual advances that won't get you anywhere. So again, I say don't bother me again” he said and without waiting for any answer he walked out of sight of her. Even if he had stayed, Victoria had her ego so hurt that she didn't think of anything to say back and instead she just let helpless tears fill her eyes, followed by a gesture of a tantrum.
When Spencer came downstairs he couldn't find you anywhere and the anxiety in his stomach only increased, wishing he had misrecognized the person who had left so it wasn't about you. The matter didn't keep him awake, of course, but when he noticed the next morning that you weren't at his desk, he thought it was reason enough to worry. Worse still when he noticed that you had left a lonely cup on the table, with absolutely no adorable titles decorating it. It made him feel so guilty, like he somehow knew that you were upset because you'd seen Victoria kiss him the night before and he wasn't worthy of your affection anymore.
Even Hotch noticed that he was more distracted than usual and although he had already seen your exchanges, he thought it would be better not to intervene in anything that had to do with young love. Being a cupid was a more difficult task than the one he already fulfilled at the BAU. So when night came and he didn't look at you anywhere, anxiety was already eating him to the ground, wishing he could have your phone number to at least comfort himself with hearing your voice. Going to your apartment was something he considered, but then it became unthinkable because he didn't even know how you would react.
Victoria became less of a concern as she seemed to get the message perfectly and every time during the day that he crossed her path she just looked away, totally offended.
But when the same situation arose twice, he felt that something was wrong and he wasn't going to endure a third time. It was then that Spencer left the house early that morning to stop by a bakery and buy a couple of fresh sweet buns, hoping that this time you were expecting him. But his disappointment was greater when he saw that once again there was only the bare cup of coffee.
"Didn't you see Y/N?" he asked Elle when he arrived, nervously fiddling with the paper bag he was holding in his hands.
“No, she just left your coffee and left, but I don't know where. She seemed pretty rushed”
Spencer inwardly cursed and sighed in frustration, until a few seconds later he caught sight of you on the other side of the building, carrying a stack of folders and talking on the phone. He didn't hesitate for a moment before running (at first, then he slowed down a bit as he remembered the incessant times Hotch had scolded him for it) towards you so he could finally talk to you.
“Y/N,” he said softly as he reached your side, and he took the bright smile you gave him as you turned to look at him as a good sign.
"Wait a minute" you mouthed, still answering the call you had on the line, and when you hung up you finally turned your attention to him "Hey, Reid. Good morning"
"I bought you this" he murmured, showing you the bag with food inside, and you almost moaned with happiness.
“Food is what I need most to survive the day”
"What are you doing?"
“Two days ago, your boss Gideon thought it was a good idea to make me his personal secretary. So right now, I'll do everything he asks me to do” you snorted, obviously exhausted by the work you had done and by the ones you surely would have to do.
It clicked in the boy's mind and then he understood that this was the reason you hadn't seen it, not because you were angry. Relief ran down the length of his spine.
"Really?"
“I don't even think that's legal, you know? I'm an intern, they don't pay me a penny and they take advantage of me like I earn the same as the fucking president” you complained. Until then he noticed that you were struggling to hold the papers and he decided to stretch out his hands to help you carry them, like a real gentleman "Thank you"
“Where should you take them? I'll accompany you” he offered. You led him through the halls to a file store that even he doubted he knew about, and explained that your job for the next several weeks would be to sort and categorize the case files for a more efficient process of future searches.
“I'm seriously thinking about giving this whole damn thing up and selling hotdogs in some park or whatever. I would be happier and I would earn almost the same” you joked, raising your arms to stretch your back a bit like a cat that had just woken up. The place was completely alone, silent and the lighting was so dim that it even looked gloomy “Did you get my coffees?"
"Yes, I did," he muttered, "I thought you were mad at me though”
"Why?"
"Because..." he hesitated for a moment if it would be wise to mention what he thought was the reason for your anger, until he realized that saying it out loud would simply sound absurd. There shouldn't be a reaction on your part to the facts “you weren't there. And you didn't write anything”
"Oh, I was in a hurry. I'm sorry,” you sincerely apologized. While you were talking to him you thought that you could start to categorize the documents that you would have just brought and you got to it, hoping that he wouldn't interpret that as a sign that you wanted him to leave; luckily Spencer rushed to your side to help you as soon as he could.
"Alright. I'm glad to know you're not upset."
"If I had known that you loved my notes so much, it would have taken me a few seconds" you smiled and when you turned your head you noticed that you were too close to him, or he to you, rather.
You were silent for a few moments until he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know your opinion about what you had or hadn't seen that night.
"Victoria looked me up the other day," he said disinterestedly. You smiled victoriously for not having to be the first to mention it, even though the matter was slowly burning inside you.
“Oh, I know. I looked at you talking to her” you exclaimed bitterly, without taking your eyes off the files.
"And she too... huh..."
"Calm down" you interrupted him, taking a bunch that were already ordered and moving away from him to take them to a filing cabinet "I saw that too"
“It was so strange”
"It was pathetic," you said without any embarrassment. You finally looked up and noticed some fear in him, as if he thought you meant that he was pathetic "It wasn't even a good kiss"
"And what would one be like?" he replied without thinking. You stifled a laugh and looked at him kindly.
“That's not something I can explain to you, Reid. I would have to show you"
“Well…” he said, finally breaking away from your gaze and staring at you with those big beautiful hazel eyes.
You were surprised that he wasn't averse to it because you honestly didn't expect to achieve anything with that sentence, you just wanted to tease him a bit. Spencer kept looking at you in silence for a few seconds and you knew what that look meant, or at least you thought you did. Those pleading eyes only screamed one thing: show me. Kiss me.
You walked enough steps to close the distance and stand right in front of him, looking down at him with a smile of pure mischief.
“Well, what?"
“Nothing, nothing, I just… I thought you could enlighten me a bit on the subject. As unbelievable as it may seem, I am very uninformed about the standard of what is considered a good or bad kiss” he admitted. Even flirting he sounded like a walking book.
You weren't going to give him time to regret it so you took him by the lapels of his formal shirt and with a yank you pulled him to you. Spencer's breath caught at how sudden the contact had been, and you heard him release the trapped air over your lips, giving you the chance to deepen the kiss. At first he was tense, but after a few seconds you felt his shoulders relax considerably and that's when you slid your hands down the length of his neck until you reached to hold his cheeks. One of your hands left that position only to guide the man's hands to your waist and once you were in this way you took the opportunity to push your body against his a little more, with your torso attached to his. There was no mention of how the tip of your tongue experimentally flicked across his lips and made him sigh audibly.
Spencer nearly whimpered as the heat from your body left his.
“We just shared approximately 80 million bacteria” you blurted out, but he was too flushed and shocked to corroborate denying the information. Just to play with him you decided to give him another kiss, shorter and louder than the previous one "And you just had a good kiss"
You didn't wait for any reaction before separating completely and that made him come out of the trance he was in, still not believing what had just happened. He couldn't even say anything before your phone started ringing with a call.
"I'll see you later?"
"It's up to you," you said with a smile. Spencer nodded and not knowing what else to do he decided to walk out before he could embarrass himself "Oh, and Spence…”
"Yeah?" he answered, trying not to let you notice how it affected him that you called him that way.
“Do you remember the other day when I told you that surely hundreds of girls liked you?” you asked and when he nodded a couple of hairs got messy "Although I'm sure it's true, on that occasion I was only talking about me" you confessed. You couldn't ignore the ringing sound any longer or you'd lose it, so you picked up the hook and started a business conversation, but not before winking at him as a farewell.
Spencer came out of it trying to look as normal as possible, but he still couldn't figure out how he'd have the strength to work objectively for the rest of the day when he'd just gotten such a good kiss from the prettiest girl he'd ever met.
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FORGET-ME-NOT
REPLACED!MC AU
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W A R N I N G
May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.
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PROLOGUE | CHAPTER I | CHAPTER II | CHAPTER III | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER IV | CHAPTER V | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER IX | CHAPTER X | LOUE'S LETTER | EPILOGUE
F I N A L C H A P T E R
「 Forget-Me-Not 」
"M—MC...?! Wh-What are you doing back here in the Devildom? Aren't you supposed to be in the human world?!"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Soley as she tried her best not to panic at the sight of you. Then, she set her gaze on Lucifer.
He saw the expectant look in her eyes as she was clearly pleading for help. She wanted him to shield her with his body, just like how he protected her from harm multiple times before. She wanted him hold her tightly against him and stroke her head while he questioned you about your unexpected appearance.
But nothing like that happened.
Lucifer didn't move an inch.
"What am I doing here?" You repeated her question as if it was the most stupidest thing you've ever heard. "I am the proud owner of this mansion, you see. Of course, I haven't had it built myself. This was a gift from Dia."
The prince walked into view and stood to your right while his butler Barbatos followed suit and stood to your left. Diavolo had a smile on his face. It was you who put it there the moment you said you were proud of the property.
The three of you walked down the stairs of the hall balcony so you could face the others on the same level. "I haven't left the realm at all, Soley. You clearly didn't know your place, and you still don't, so I thought I could... help you see it."
"You were too wrapped up in your own fantasies about being the only one who's loved that you didn't even notice you were being brought straight into a trap."
"W-Wait.. you mean.. since when—"
"Did you really think they're here to celebrate your birthday after the way you treated their beloved family?"
"I hope you don't mean you." She spat, rolling her dainty little fists. "You're not their family. You're just a human they didn't care enough for."
You smiled in response. She was finally starting to show her true colours.
"You see, that's where you're wrong, Soley." You took a step towards her, an action that made her take a step back. The anxious look on her face fueled you, making you grin like a mad person. The brothers did nothing but watch. They were all looking at you, completely proud of their precious human.
"I've always been their family even before anyone knew it. They care about me more than they made you think they care about you. Remember that in this place, Soley, you're nothing but a powerless little ant surrounded by a group of children with magnifying glasses."
The more you approached her, the more she stepped back. Her mind kept racing, trying to figure out every step of your plan. Too bad for her that you're already at the very last step.
Because she was distracted, she tripped over her own feet and stumbled on the marble flooring, yelping in pain. By the time she opened her eyes and came to, you were already standing in front of her, towering over her helpless figure. You could all hear her breathing getting more desperate; it was echoing through the halls. As she trembled in your gaze, she failed to realise that she was already surrounded by the same demons who made her believe she was special. Mammon and Satan were right behind her, waiting for you to give command.
You held your staring contest with Soley, ending in her failure as she tried to hold back her tears. She tried to look around for a way to escape.
That's when she realised her situation.
"Y-You can't hurt me! Any one of you! I'm important to the Devildom!" She exclaimed, glaring at everyone but mostly at you.
You knelt down in front of her with an amused expression on her face and asked, "Is that so? Please tell me your worth in this realm."
"I'm an exchange student of Diavolo! He said that I'm protected as long as I'm in the Devildom!"
"And who were supposed to be your protectors, hmm?" You added, smiling warmly as if to mock her. She tried to think of something when she realised the very answer to your question.
"That's right, Soley. The Seven Rulers of the Devildom and the ambassador from the Human Realm. Those eight were supposed to be your knights in shining armour; to take care of your every need and protect you when harm comes. But... they can't really do all that when they're the ones hunting you down, now can they?"
Soley felt small. She tried to hide her furious trembling, but she couldn't. Even her own body betrayed her. As she hung her head to keep you from seeing her pooling tears, she croaked, "S-Since when have you been... been planning th-this..?"
Her eyes widened, her head tilted upwards, and all eyes were suddenly directed at the source of someone's laughter— yours. You apologised for the sudden giggle and stared at Soley's watered green orbs. "I guess I can tell you now since, well, we're all trying to be nice here."
"You're not being nice here at all, MC."
"Now, now, Soley. There is no need to point out the obvious. I'm about to answer your question, so it's best if you just shut up and listen to me."
Silence fell onto the girl. Her eyes were focused on yours, waiting for you to continue talking. You were amused by how cooperative she was being, so you thought to reveal what you had been planned from the very beginning.
"I don't have a good feeling about that human," Mammon mentioned once again as he kept pacing back and forth. The others in the room, his younger brothers, just ignored his pacing and gathered all their thoughts.
"Isn't it obvious?" Levi asked, which got everyone's attention. The demon didn't look up from his game console and just kept talking. "That human doesn't like MC, or any of us for that matter."
"Levi's right." The fourth-born leaned back on his chair and nodded along with his brother's comment. "It's certainly possible that she'll do something to MC."
"What?!" Beel panicked, almost dropping his food. His twin brother, who was resting his head on Beel's lap, woke up because of Satan's statement.
"Do you think she'll really do that here?"
"Hey, by "do something to MC", I didn't mean she'll hurt them. At least not physically." The six of them shared worried glances before someone entered the room. It was you.
"MC, did you..."
"I heard every word from the beginning, Satan, and I agree with you. Soley was jealous, and it was clear as day when I went out with her earlier. She tried to ask me for help getting along with you guys, and I'm warning you that she'll be hanging around you all in the upcoming days, maybe even for the whole year."
"What?! MC, you can't do that to us!"
"Yeah, we don't want to be stuck with her! Especially not for a whole year!"
"Guys, I need your help here. I need to show her that I'm not someone she can mess with. And certainly not someone she can replace."
"S-So, everyone— everything.. they were all—"
"—lies, yes." You cut her off with a nod and an amused smile. "Ever since that day, the day we last went out together, everything had been planned by me. Of course, I can't really take all the credit; all of the demon brothers, as well as Diavolo and Barbatos; they all helped prepare everything. It wasn't scripted or anything, but it was all done as it should be. Would you like for me to list them all?"
"No, ple—"
"First, the brothers making you feel like you were the most special person to them. I'm sorry, but in all honesty, they couldn't bear your presence. None of us could. I'm impressed that they managed to continue their act for almost a year."
"Of course, MC! We didn't want to disappoint you!"
"Thank you! I'm so proud of all of you!"
"Wh—
"Hush now, Soley, I'm not done talking." You snapped and continued counting with your fingers. "Second, the brothers made you think that I was no longer important to them by stopping to be around me. It hurt all of us, but it will all be worth it by the end of today."
"What do you mean by th—"
"I said, hush," you snapped again. "You're a noble lady, Soley. You should know better than to interrupt a higher ranking person." The girl's brows narrowed, but she held her tongue. You continued to speak.
"Third, the brother's overprotection. I mean, our overprotection of you. You know that we tried to keep you safe, right? Of course, we needed to do it for our plan to succeed. If you got in trouble with another demon, well... that would spoil our fun, wouldn't it?"
"Fourth, that farewell letter. Let me guess, you somehow destroyed it before any of the brothers could read it. Oh, but not to worry, I sent them a picture of it before leaving it to you. I needed to make sure it was believable enough. And it sure was when one of them thought it was actually real."
The brothers all looked with smirks on their face at the Avatar of Greed, who glared at the rest of them, but he did his best to keep quiet for you.
You scoffed in amusement the moment you saw the deep terror in Soley's face. You reached out and squished her cheeks together. Her body flinched at your sudden touch. "All of that, my dear, all of it— was just a bunch of planned lies. Do you know why? It's because no one, and I mean no one, could ever replace me."
With one look from you, Mammon and Satan grabbed her arms and pulled her up on her feet. She struggled to no avail. She kept struggling, and you just shrugged it off, getting up on your own feet and leaning in closer to her ear. With a low voice, you whispered, "Oh, and by the way, my favourite flowers are scorpion grasses. They're otherwise known as forget-me-nots."
You retreated your head back to see the horrified look on her face. "So please, Lady Soley..."
"... don't forget me."
「 CHAPTER IX | LOUE'S LETTER 」
#obey me#obey me mc#obey me angst#obey me brothers#obey me shall we date#obey me replaced mc au#Forget-Me-Not
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Hi, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a poly relationship with Jungkook and Jimin as power bottoms to their younger and shorter boyfriend and they would ride and be verbal with him
Jealousy is such bitch .
Jungkook x jimin x male reader
Warnings: gay poly relationship, power bottom/sub top! Jungkook and jimin, sub dom! Male reader, smut, riding, hardcore(?), male reader being shorter and younger than jungkook and jimin, dense! male reader, male reader is a grade lower than jimin and jungkook, cum denial, chocking, cuddling at the end.
A/N: toes curling while writing this right now. Also, thanks for the request!! I'm really glad you guys like/enjoy my writing<3333
R/n: random name. (It can be any gender)
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Jimin and jungkook were jealous. Their boyfriend Y/N was talking to R/N. And jimin and jungkook knew that R/N had a crush on you. The way R/N would flirt with you and look down at you biting their lip.
Jimin and jungkook were watching R/N flirt with you way times. But you were very dense. "God!! I hate R/N flirting with our boyfriend!! It makes me furious!!" Jimin said complaining to jungkook.
Jungkook couldn't agree more. Jungkook was tapping his foot waiting for your conversation with R/N to be over. "We have to do something about this.." jungkook said looking to jimin. "Ur right." Jimin said back.
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"Bye Y/N!!" R/N said to waving to you. "Bye!" You said giving them a small wave. You and R/N were in the same grade while your boyfriends, Jungkook and jimin were a grade up then you. But you didn't know what your boyfriends were planning. You thought R/N was a cool person. Since you were so dense, you didn't think they were flirting with you.
You were walking to your last class of the day. It was currently a friday.
But after your last class, something interesting would happen when you would get to your dorm..
....
You sighed as you unlocked your dorm. You walked inside the place dropping your backpack on the floor and taking off your shoes. "Ahh finally," you said.
You took off your blazer off your uniform and walked to your bedroom. When you unlocked the door on your bedroom, your eyes went wide. You saw jimin and jungkook naked on bed.
You were literally drooling at jimin's and jungkooks naked bodies. "W-what are you guys d-doing here...?" You said looking at them while getting hard.
Jimin smiled at you. "Oh boy~ look what you have done.." jimin said. "H-huh..?" You said back. Jungkook and jimin just got up from your bed and walked up to you.
Jungkook looked down at you and bent down to roughly kiss you on the lips. And jimin bent down and left hickeys on your neck. "M-mmm!~" you said moaning in jungkooks mouth.
Jungkook broke your guys kiss. "Let's get you out of these clothes, Y/N~" jimin said licking his lips. Jimin was taking off your shirt and jungkook was unblucking your belt and taking off your pants.
And you were left with your boxers on. You could feel the painful boner in his boxers. "I'm so c-confused. What did I d-do..?" You said to jimin and jungkook. They both laughed. "Who is this R/N person..?" Jimin said to you forceing you to look at both jimin and jungkook.
"They are just one of my friends!, w-what do you g-guys m-mean..??" You said shaking. "It doesn't seem like it." Jungkook said. "W-w-wha-" You said but you could feel jimin push you down on your bed because you weren't giving the two boys the answer that they want.
You could see jimin and jungkook walking up to your body on the bed. "Just hush." Jimin said. "And let us enjoy you~" jungkook said.
You moaned when you felt jimin pull down your boxers. And both jimin and jungkook felt your cock hit them when they took off your boxers.
"Fuck Y/N." Jungkook said.
You could see jimin find your lube bottle. When he found it, jimin went back on your bed with you and jungkook. Jimin and jungkook put lube on their hands and they were stretching themselves.
It was a very hot view. "You guys are so handsome, fuck.." you said embarrassed.
You could see both of them smirking. But they said nothing but you did see jimin and jungkook roughly give you a rough handjob.
It felt so good. Maybe too much. You could feel yourself get so close but you saw jungkook cover the tip of your cock when you were about the release.
You moaned very loudly. And looked at both of them. "Not yet boy~" jungkook said. Both jimin and jungkook could see the lust in your eyes. You already wanted them to ride you hard.
Jimin whispered something to jungkook. Jungkook smirked at jimins plan what to do with you.
Jimin looked at you and lined up his hole with your cock. Ans then slam right down on you. "AHH~!!" You said feeling jimin go down hard on you.
You could see jungkook watch jimin ride you. Jungkook bit his lip at this.
You could feel the weight of jimin on you. Jimin was riding you hard. He had no mercy. It was all out of jealousy (and love of course)
Jungkook put his hand on his cock and fastly jerked himself watching jimin ride you.
"f-fuck Y/N~ your so fucking big- AH~" jimin said while still riding the hell out of you. You could feel a knot in your stomach. But you needed to ask jimin if you could cum.
"Please jimin AHH~~ can I cum please- FUCK ITS SO GOOD~" "go ahead, cum in me baby~" jimin said with one more bouce on your cock and you came right in his ass and jimin came on your stomach.
You tried to get your breath back when jimin got off your cock. "Well it's my turn isnt it?" Jungkook said smiling. You looked at jungkook. You realized that your cock was going to be milked a lot today.
"My god..~" you said still shaking. you saw jungkook line up his hole up your cock but he didn't give a damn and went down on your instantly.
You couldn't stop moaning. Jungkook was going rougher on you than jimin.
You grabbed the pillow near you and gripped it hard while jungkook was bouncing on your cock.
Your toes were curling hard. "FUCK!!~" you said screaming/moaning out. Jungkook put his hands on your neck and chocked you.
It was so hot getting chocked and jungkook riding you. It was because jungkook was fucking jealous and let it all out on you.
When you were so close to cumming, you told jungkook if you were able to cum in his ass while stilling moaning from all of the overstimulation.
"Fuck Y/N!!~ just fucking cum in my ass,~" when jungkook said that, you came right in his ass screaming.
"AHHH~ FUCK~" you said when jungkook put his hands off of your neck.
Jungkook got off of your cock when you were done cumming in his ass.
Jimin went up to jungkook and gave him a buttplug.
You were passed out on your bed. It was all from the overstimulation and how roughly they rode you out of jealousy.
Jungkook and jimin cuddled with you on your bed.
Maybe you will never know why they asked you about R/N...
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Made my namjoonboo on December 28th 2022.
#bts#dom male reader#male reader#bts x male reader#top male reader#smut#fanfic#jungkook#jimin#jimin x male reader#jungkook x male reader#sub top male reader#seme male reader#power bottoms#gay#polyamorous
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Note : From now on I'll write for fluff! Blade x reader😔 (cuz I love him so much🥺🥺)
Request is open!! ( only Fluff Blade)
My english might be not so good...
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ABC with Blade!
A - Annoying
If someone ask him to describe about you, without hesitation, he'll tell that you're annoying . Your innocent and bright smile was quite disturbing to him (He will not tell this to other for sure he promise.)
B - Blush
He thinks you're adorable when he leave one of his earring on your ear, seeing you blush make him feel relax and comfortable.
C - Cruel
He knows his life is connected to blood and death. Almost of people might think he is a cruel man but you. Every time you fearfully approach him. But he could tell that you didn't think he was as evil as everyone else thought.
D - Death
He's used to death because he used to death so many times. But he doesn't like the idea that you will reach it soon. He think you should live happily ever after. He just...
Just want you to be on his side. (But he'll not tell you ofcourse)
E - Eating
Over the past few days, he has eaten with you a lot. He saw that you're so annoying when you find something to eat that you like, you will be very happy. That innocent smile made his heart race.
F - Flower
If he compares you to a flower He will compare you to a sunflower. Because of your brightness and innocence.
G - Generous
He think you're too generous. You are too kind until being betrayed by others. His heart sank when he saw you crying. That night, his sword was the last thing the person who hurt you saw.
H - Height
He love his height. He loves the view of looking down at your fragile little body.
"Blade? Whats on your mind?"
"Nothing"
He lies again.
I - Ink
When he's on the mission. He wasn't understand why he should wrote the letter for you instead he has a phone. Kafka said it's more romantic than using a phone.
So he wrote a letter for you.
He found it annoying when ink dripped onto his sleeve.
Anyway he could finished it and send it to you.
J - Jealous
He's not jealous. He's not worrying about you. He didn't care about you. He just doesn't like the idea you will be in relationship with others but him.
K - Kidnaped
The one who kidnaped you while you're under his grasp is stupid and maybe want to die for sure. Because you're his and only his not other but his.
"It's dark I-I'm scared B-Blade!"
"They're died now. No need to be scared"
L - Love
He had never been loved and love anyone before, until you come into his life, he thinks he might be able to really love someone.
M - Morning
He feels comfortable when he wake up and saw you sleeping on his bed. That was the greatest morning ever he thinks.
N - Nap
Lately, he's seen that you secretly like to take naps often. So he always has a blanket ready to cover you.
O - Overworking
You know Blade is immortal yet you couldn't help but worry because he liked to overworking. He would always come back full blood, even though he tried to tell you it wasn't his blood.
P - Pure
He thinks pure diamond ring is suit to your left ring finger. He thought that one day he would be able to wear it for you.
R - Ring
Late at night, he secretly comes to measure the size of your left ring finger. (I think you probably know why.)
S - Star
He compared you with the star. But he think you're bright and shine than the star even the sun can't win you. You're the light that make him wan to live. Want to protect you all of his life.
End♡
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Halloween Fics 2022:
the pumpkin patch by OneEqualTemper - T, one-shot - The night before Hallowe’en, all of the houses partake in Truth or Dare. Hermione's dare takes her beyond the safety of her common room and directly into the hands of her adversary who's trying to take something she needs.
If I Only Had The Nerve by Ivmaruva, Stars_in_motion - G, one-shot - “I think the lion gives him courage. When you’re six, everything that’s only a little bit hard is the hardest thing you’ve ever gone through. I think he just wants to be brave.” After receiving 'The Wizard of Oz' for his sixth birthday, Scorpius finds comfort in The Cowardly Lion. When he requests his family dress up as characters for Halloween, Draco inwardly seethes about Oz the Fraud.Hermione just wants a nice family photo.
Just a Taste by erininoctober - E, one-shot - “Just…don’t move.”She said it as a plea, a hollow murmur escaping her lips as she stared in despair, entirely transfixed by the fresh cut along the inside of his palm.Dark, glistening red, wet and salty and dribbling obscenely down his forearm as he held it out to her.“Go on, Granger,” he cooed, goading her. “Have a little taste. I won’t bite.”She glanced up at him sharply, her heart racing at the sudden, wolfish grin on his lips. “Malfoy, you know I—”“How else will you know for sure?” he asked, taking a step closer. Blood dripped down, staining the top of her foot through the strap of her black stiletto heel. “You were bitten over a month ago.”“But I’ve exhibited no symptoms!”“You’re sickly pale and you can’t stand the sunlight.”“I have sensitive skin.”“Your teeth have grown…sharper.”“You could have hexed them, for all I know.” She said shakily, helplessly, her eyes on the constant drips of blood at her feet. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”“And you can’t seem to stop fantasising about blood.” He stepped closer, his stained fingertips grazing her elbow, her arm held stiffly at her side. “My blood, Granger.”
The Devil Makes Two by Katkatkittymeow - E, one-shot - Hermione is trying to be a proper good friend and wingwoman to Ginny after her breakup, leading them to a club on Halloween.They end up running into old enemies. Will their evening end with more of a trick, or a treat?
The Auror Who Cried (Were)Wolf by ChaosAndCrumpets - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy could not be more prepared for his first night on the job as a newly qualified Auror.But Muggles have some strange traditions at the best of times, and to make matters worse his ostrich patronus keeps delivering his requests for assistance to the last person he wants to see him fail.Hermione Granger.
A Dramione Halloween by Mermaid886 - M, one-shot - After taking Scorpius out for a round of trick-or-treating, Draco Malfoy anxiously returns to his pregnant wife’s bedside.
As You Wish by embersofapril - E, one-shot - “Granger, I refuse,” seethes Draco, staring at a scrap of fabric lying on the table in front of him. “I won the bet, fair and square,” smiles Hermione cheekily, taking great pride in her selected costume. “Our agreement was simple: loser wears a costume of the winner’s choice.” “I only agreed to it because I thought you would put me in some scantily clad costume for your own viewing pleasure, not – not this!” Draco exclaims.-This Halloween One-Shot was inspired by the lovely @elivrayn's "Elivtober 5 - Pumpkin 🎃" post. I saw Draco in a house-elf costume with the caption "Never, NEVER lose a bet to Hermione Granger!" and knew I needed to write it.
Sweeter than Once Possible by DriaMandrake (theunbloggable) - E, one-shot - Prompt: Dressing up in a couple’s costume to hand out sweets to children at St Mungo’s. Character A sees a new side to Character B.
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Merlin Bingo 2022 Masterlist
It was a bit of a scramble at the end there, but I blacked out my card for the @merlinbingo for a second year, ey! Unlike last year, I got it into my head to fill them all with fics and also grab all the bonus badges along the way, because apparently, I like to make things difficult for myself—who knew?!
Once again a huge thank you to the mods for running this, as well as to everyone who reads my stories! This is one of my favourite fests in this fandom, and I can't wait for the next round <3
Without more rambling from me, a list of all 25 bingo fics beneath the cut ✨
don't you love the way (I drag you down)
[Merlin/Arthur | M | 2,3k]
M1: Betrayal | Canon Era
Merlin smiles, mirthless and grim as he bares his throat. “Come on, then,” he says, voice dripping with a taunt. “Are you not going to kill me, my Lord?”
The bile is back. With it, nausea roils in Arthur’s gut. The silver blade glints in the dim evening light, orange and pink and shadows dripping off of it; a stark contrast against the virgin white of Merlin’s throat.
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They have never been good at talking, exactly, but if anyone had asked Arthur how he thought this would go, the answer would not have been magic, a dagger, and the release of year-old tension.
brittle parchment, scattered truth
[Arthur & Ygraine | G/A | MCD | 1,5k]
M2: Pen Pal AU | Canon Era
But you are my child, and so you deserve the truth.
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Five letters Queen Ygraine wrote to her son, and one letter that was written in response.
run deep, run wild
[Elyan/Gwaine | T+ | 1,3k]
M3: Bookstore AU | Modern Era
Viña del Mar is a city of flowers and fountains, of gleaming, towering buildings, and the ocean an ever-reliable constant against rocks and sand. He can see how Elyan, of all people, would like it here; for the first time since this little game between them started, Gwaine yearns to find him.
To not only chase him, through foreign cities and more or less obscure literary references, but to dig his fingers into sun-kissed skin and hold on to it, too.
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Elyan leaves him clues in bookstores around the world, waiting for Gwaine to catch up. There is nothing Gwaine would rather do.
The First Pride Was a Riot
[Merlin/Arthur | T+ | 5,1k]
M4: Hugs | Modern Era
The first pride was a riot, and Arthur stands amongst the wreckage of glass on cobblestone. He stands amongst blue and purple and pink, amongst all the colours of the rainbow, and Arthur—
—well. All that Arthur can think of is Merlin.
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The first time Arthur goes to a pride march, he doesn't feel like he belongs, doesn't think that being bi has to change anything. The first time Arthur goes to a pride march, he meets Merlin, and it changes everything.
As it turns out, Arthur discovers that perhaps, change isn't such a bad thing.
On Bending, Breaking, and Mending
[Merlin/Arthur | G/A | 2,3k]
M5: Napping | Canon Era
The teasing remark is already sitting on the tip of Arthur’s tongue but suddenly—suddenly, Arthur is so very tired of this game between them. For months now it has felt as if they have fallen out of step with each other, as if anything either of them said always just landed slightly wrong.
He is so very tired of walking on eggshells around Merlin, each and every step questioned a hundred times. He is so, so tired of watching Merlin work himself to the bone and wondering whether he is the right person to say anything about it.
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Merlin is Court Sorcerer, Albion's Golden Age is right on their doorstep, and still, things between them are anything but alright. Sometimes, the most obvious answer is the one most difficult to see.
bleed the truth (I will never re-undo you)
[Merlin/Arthur | T+ | 4,2k]
A1: Tattoo Shop AU | Modern Era
Loath as Arthur is to admit it, there still is a part of him that has never moved on from the sixteen-year-old boy who let his best friend stitch black ink in disorderly letters across his skin, and let those same hands press him into messy sheets after. That has never moved on from the enormity of it, not in seven years, and he can’t help but think that if there is to be a chance to salvage even a fraction of it, the gesture has to be as grand as it all had felt, back then.
“He knows,” he repeats, his voice firm, and the girl across from him watches for a beat longer before she shrugs and writes him in for an appointment two months from now.
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They say to be careful about what you get inked into your skin; Arthur has never been particularly good at not being reckless, even less so where Merlin is concerned. It might take seven years and some detours, but in the end, it does all pay off.
What If You're Someone I Just Want Around
[Merlin/Arthur | T+ | MCD | 2,9k]
A2: Secrets | Canon Era
Arthur has always known that Merlin is keeping secrets.
He has known it when Merlin stood up to him in a marketplace, eyes full of defiance and not a shred of fear to be found. He has known it when Merlin swung a mace at him even though it was clear that he had never handled one before, refusing to cower before anyone, prince or not. He has known it when Uther had made Merlin his servant, and Merlin looked as if he would walk out of Camelot right then and there.
From the first day they’ve met, Arthur never wanted anything more than for Merlin to consider him worthy of each and every part of him.
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Sometimes, you love despite, not because. Sometimes, finding out does not change anything.
Nothing Left to Prove
[Merlin/Arthur | T+ | 6k]
A3: Gym AU | Modern Era
“Your father really is a prick, huh?” Merlin says, approximately three streets later.
Arthur smiles and tips his head back, trying to catch a glimpse of sunlight on his face. He throws his arm around Merlin’s shoulder to pull him close and says, “That he is; luckily for me, I have an amazing boyfriend who somehow thinks I’m a damsel in distress.”
Merlin laughs and wraps his arm around Arthur’s waist, his eyes bright in the tentative sunlight. Arthur thinks that the best decision he has ever made was to antagonise a random guy in a gym, and getting put on his back for it without any mercy.
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Or, five times Arthur appreciates Merlin's skill, and one time Merlin makes good use of it.
Like Honeyed Summer Days
[Arthur/Lancelot | G/A | 700]
A4: Protectiveness | Canon Era
The point is, Lancelot has never considered himself a religious man, but he is sitting in a clearing, late summer blooming around him, and there is a king lying with his head in Lancelot’s lap, hair spun gold and eyes closed with trust. There is a king lying in his lap, face turned into the palm of Lancelot’s hand, and the small smile quirking his lips is so content that Lancelot fears he will choke on the happiness of it all.
Live for the Hope of It All
[Merlin/Arthur | T+ | 2,3k]
A5: Innocence | Canon Era
Arthur shrugs, tilting his head to look at him. “Are you mad?”
“Oh, you—” Merlin says, pinching the bridge of his nose; it is solely for the sake of hiding his smile, Arthur can tell. “Of course, I’m not mad, Arthur. This is very stupid, but it is also very, very sweet which makes it, conveniently, very you. A little bird whispered to me that, unfortunately, I might be slightly fond of that.”
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August days, a stealthy plan to make sure that for once, Merlin will take a break, and the heaviness of memory that tends to come with late summer days. Arthur wouldn't change it for the world.
Since Avalon
[Merlin & Kilgharrah | T+ | 100]
G1: Kilgharrah | Canon Era
Merlin knows when Kilgharrah dies.
gentle bite
[Merlin/Arthur | E | 100]
G2: Paddles | Canon Era
Impact; count out loud; rush of gold and warmth.
Four Anniversaries and a Bust
G3: Free Square | Modern Era
[Merlin & Arthur | T+ | 6k]
“Let me get this straight,” Arthur says, once he calms down. “You want me to spend my birthday at some kind of restaurant that I could most likely pay with less than what I make in an hour, for a piece of free cake, pretending we are a couple?”
Merlin pulls a grimace and shakes his head. “Not really, obviously; I’d miss out on the cake before I pretended to be your boyfriend—”
“You’re lucky that you are just as aro as I am; otherwise, this would be insulting as fuck.”
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Merlin discovers that, apparently, there are restaurants who give out free cake on people's anniversaries. Really, there is no reason why this shouldn't apply to the anniversaries of a friendship, too. And if he and Arthur decide to stretch the definition of what counts as an anniversary a little—well, no one has to know, right? Right.
sacrifices (freely given; intolerable)
[Merlin/Arthur | T+ | 2,3k]
G4: Whump | Canon Era
Well, the thing is that Arthur does not want to die. He wants countless nights like this, Merlin’s steady breathing solace against his side. He wants to find out if Merlin would let him tilt his head up, what he would taste like, beneath Arthur’s lips and his tongue and all the raving hunger. He wants the sun-soaked mornings and Merlin’s cold hands reaching for him, and he wants to never again see the red of Merlin’s blood well to the surface.
The thing is that, more than anything, he wants Merlin to be safe. Unfortunately, the reality of Arthur’s life has always been that the people he loves are safer the further they are away from him.
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The Questing Beast injures Merlin, not Arthur. This changes nothing, and it changes just about everything.
My Golden Crown of Sorrow, My Bloody Sword to Swing
[Gwen/Morgana | T+ | MCD | 2,5k]
G5: Deals with Demons | Canon Era
You can help me,” Morgana breathes, and she still does not understand.
Gwen smiles, and she does not feel like a queen. She feels like a goddess, ichor burning through her veins.
“I could,” she says, smiling down at Morgana. “But do you really think that, after everything you have done, I would?”
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Gwen finds Morgana just before she dies. Morgana has taken almost everything from her, and there are things Gwen has left to say.
Felix Culpa
[Merlin/Arthur | E | 1,5k]
I1: Lawyers AU | Modern Era
“God, but I hate you,” Merlin chokes out, and it sounds horrible. It sounds like a lie, and the shattering truth of the matter is that Arthur has always been excellent at sniffing those out.
There is a reason why he makes a great lawyer. Merlin simply wishes that things were different, at least in those rare moments where he admits it to himself.
Ironically enough, most often that happens when he is drunk, or when he is about to come; ironically enough, it is still Arthur who, more often than not, is responsible for either.
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It is bad form to hook up with the competition; it is worse form to keep hooking up with your ex. Somehow, Merlin's questionable life choices might lead to something good—great, even—anyway.
Golden As I Open My Eyes
[Merlin/Arthur | E | 2,9k]
I2: Frottage | Canon Era
In the end, it is for the best. In the end, these are the truths that he knows: Merlin has once been his friend. Merlin would never betray him, loves Camelot more than he loves himself. Merlin has always believed in their destiny above anything else, and Arthur—
Arthur has always believed most in Merlin.
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Sometimes, the unravelling of secrets is the easy part. Sometimes, what is most difficult comes after; how do you relearn something that you thought you knew better than yourself?
An Instruction on the Virtue of Patience
[Merlin/Arthur | E | 1,4k]
I3: Orgasm Denial | Canon Era
It has been a week; Arthur stopped considering himself above such things as begging somewhere halfway through.
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Merlin is of the opinion that Arthur needs to learn some manners; Arthur is the opposite of complaining about the employed methods.
Bad Choice of Words in my Alibi
[Merlin/Arthur | M | 22,2k]
I4: Issues | Canon Era
“I never believed that you would betray me,” Arthur says, because Merlin knows him, even if the same might not be true the other way around. Merlin could tell when he was lying, when he was lashing out to protect himself, long before a bond tore down all the defences Arthur so carefully erected around himself. “Do not pretend that you ever believed me capable of truly hating you. I could not, no matter how much I may want to.”
The way Merlin’s face twists reveals that there is another story there, and words echo within Arthur’s head, guttural and ancient—a half cannot truly hate that which makes it whole.
He wants to laugh at the truth of it, at the absurdity of it all. Here they are, a prince and a servant, Uther Pendragon’s son and one of the most powerful sorcerers to ever walk the earth—caught up in a fight over who possesses more devotion, who is going to ruin themself for the other’s sake first.
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One hot summer day and an ill-advised kiss leave Arthur with an incomplete soul bond, panic about all his secrets coming to light, and the question of why Merlin is so afraid of Uther. Actually, scratch that—why is Merlin afraid of him?
Insult to Injury
[Merlin/Arthur | T+ | 3,1k]
I5: Secret Siblings/Evil Twins | Canon Era
Perhaps that is why he feels bereft now, magic just another trivial matter between them; Arthur prefers his baths scalding hot, and Merlin loves blueberries. Arthur secretly hates killing more than he mourns his mother, and Merlin actually has magic. They both love each other more than they were ever meant to, but as long as they do not speak of it, they can ignore the cataclysmic consequences.
Merlin doesn’t think he can bear it, to leave it as yet another unspoken truth between them. That this will not be what breaks him.
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On a grief-soaked day in November, Arthur reveals that he knows of Merlin's secret.
Except. If only it were that easy.
Romance, Romania, and Relocation (the Dating, Dragons, and Disaster Remix
[Merlin/Arthur | T+ | 3,8k]
C1: Selfless | Modern Era
Arthur thinks of how Merlin has always been too selfless for his own good, and the tabs in his browser that catalogue the history of a dream he has never once told Arthur about, but that Arthur knows the shape of, all the same.
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It isn't possible to raise a dragon in London, once it is past a certain size. Arthur and Merlin struggle to separate from Aithusa after the first year, though, no matter how much they both know that it's for the best.
Sometimes, unconventional problems require unconventional solutions, and Arthur thinks Romania is rather beautiful, really.
Still I Surface in Morning Light
[Merlin/Arthur | E | 11,4k]
C2: Bodyswap | Canon Era
“Merlin,” Arthur says, and his voice has calmed, but there is still steel in the substructure of it. “You asked me to conjure fire; tell me how you've got the burn scar on your chest.”
It is everything Merlin can do not to laugh, hysteria gathering in the hollows of his teeth; of course, this is the scar that Arthur would ask about first. “No. Ask about another one.”
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An attack gone wrong leaves Merlin and Arthur stuck in each other's bodies. While Merlin thinks the most complicated part is that Arthur ends up with his magic, it does not take long until he is reminded that it can always, always get worse.
We Could Be So Good
[Merlin/Arthur | T+ | 5,1k]
C3: Insults that mean I Love You | Modern Era
A fragile, reckless kind of hope replaces it in the hollow spaces between Arthur’s ribs. He lets it grow, lets it twist around his bones, and then he keeps it there.
Merlin is still going to leave in less than two days, and something might have changed between them, but Arthur—
Well, perhaps, Arthur has missed his chance. The hope that things could have been different, the bittersweet regret of it, is better than the risk of rejection, of jumping now only for twelve months and an entire ocean to destroy it, after all.
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Five times Arthur thinks that he and Merlin could have something amazing but doesn't make a move, and one time Merlin finally does.
Mine (pronoun; possessive)
[Merlin/Arthur | E | 1,4k]
C4: Marking | Canon Era
Tomorrow, Arthur knows, he will wear the marks with the same ease that he wears his sword with. He will press his fingers to them throughout the day, will relish the dull pain of them even as the court gossips behind his back, and let it settle something restless within him.
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Arthur is used to how everyone treats the body of a prince as something not entirely his own; Merlin decides to do something about it.
our glinting, bloodied legacy
[Tristan & Ygraine | G/A | MCD | 800]
C5: Tristan de Bois | Canon Era
Ygraine marks her time in Avalon by the threats to her son’s life, and how many of those are preceded by an easy movement of the wrist that carries the blade aiming for his heart.
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The rise and fall of a kingdom and its bonds, told through the spin of a sword.
#bbcm#bbc merlin#merlin fic#merlin bingo#mona's writing#unlike what the card suggests it's not exclusively merthur altho it is. mostly that#looking at this gives me a specific mixture of pride and 'bitch are you good??' but alas#enjoy??
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I know everyone loves the moment in the knc when Tessa and Scott win gold in 2018 and it’s gonna be etched in everyone’s minds forever. I feel like people mainly focus on Scott jumping up and then their hug(s) which, yeah fair 🥺 but I feel like we don’t talk enough about Tessa’s high pitched little scream right before Scott pulls her up and we don’t talk enough about Scott’s muffled yell into her shoulder after he sets her down from the hug. Truly the most iconic knc ever.
O•M•G YES!
Why don’t we talk abt this more?? T’s lil scream is.. I don’t want to say my fave part of it bc that’s silly.. but yes let’s talk about that. Them both screaming ‘YES’ but vocally and physically that coming out in very different ways.
The fact that you can HEAR her scream “YES!” Obviously none of us know her personally and we just make assumptions based on footage and things they say publicly and at least here in my space I hope everyone feels they can appreciate and love them for who they are without all the BS takes, so (hopefully) the consensus is she’s such a sweetheart and is reserved and quieter compared to Scott but the fact is even though they are very different they are both very competitive perfectionists and as much as they made their comeback *PROJECT as I’m now referring to it* about writing this incredible chapter in their lives together and improving and exploring and challenging themselves removed from how the judges reward them and had come to learn that medals don’t signify how great you are, they set the goal of winning that gold medal FOR EACH OTHER and they both wanted it more than anything to culminate all this hard work, represent their country, do their country proud, stand on the top of the podium together one last time…. *takes deep breath😮💨*
She wanted that. He wanted that. And their reactions are fully, unfiltered, completely in the moment reactions to their goal being achieved by having the performance of their dreams. As is said in the book by their families in regards to their reaction immediately after they finished their program, ‘the scene was so them’. And the same is true of their reaction in the K+C, almost polar opposite physical reactions but inside feeling the exact same thing. I love how they are different but feel so many things the same way 🥹
Her scream is soooo her (again without knowing her). The humble little bby muffins they are do not hold anything back in that moment of celebration and let everyone know just how much they fought for it.
The fact that she’s holding a water bottle then drops it as she screams before he picks her up. Like that’s so T 😄🥹. Even now I think ‘bby angel maybe don’t hold anything I guarantee you the celebration will require your hands to be free’.
Then as I said on a shared post the other day how he kinda turns to her as if telling her to get up immediately but don’t worry he’s already getting her up, like I almost think he’s about to like cradle her up- one hand behind her back and other under her knees, he’s so desperate to hold her and it’s just like there’s no time to wait. She doesn’t get to her feet at all he just throws her up (reminds me of when I was really little and my dad would lift me and throw me in the air- not saying that’s what is like here with TS- not the father/daughter thing just the physical action and the size difference..) and the fact from her reaction she’s kinda rendered paralysed and is folded forward and he’s so full of energy he has enough for both of them to jump to their feet.
Then of course we can’t see from the board in the front but the way she’s hanging there mirrors exactly how they celebrated on the ice when he skates into her and just as matter of physics him going into her makes her go up and her little legs dangle for a moment with the purest freaking smile I have ever seen:
(Honestly have you ever seen a more precious human being???)
And then YES EvErYtHiNg that was going on on his side of that hug. The fist pump, THE HAND COVERING THE FACE AS HE ‘CRIES’. The gently putting her down still pressed into her. The SCREAM INTO HER SHOULDER- exactly the same as their end pose- which btw I can’t believe people actually thought he was biting her there 😑 he was screaming “YES” into her, and not that it was conscious but as he said later on he was trying so hard to contain his excitement, not celebrate before the dance was over- give the end pose a minute to settle there, so he screamed where it would be made least obvious, which was into her with his mouth against her 🥲.
And then let’s KEEP GOING BC I HAVE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THIS. But as they briefly let go and she says (it seems the most obvious but can’t be 100% sure) “thank you so much” which is just too freaking perfect as a mirror to him saying that exact thing to her at the end of Mahler in 2010 🥲🥲… the SOFNESSSSS in the way he goes back in to hug her. Like all that excitement and euphoria and squeezing so tight then that slight but overwhelming calm for those few moments, so briefly taking her like how all us ladies want to be taken; the kiss and the soft squeeze and the sweet whispering fuckinggg hell scoot ur too perfect 😩 + assumably T re/starting the laugh cry with that shudder (same as here in K+C at worlds 08 🥲🥲🥲- first appearance of the laugh cry)
And the ‘😃 we fucking did it 😃’ third hug’.
Seeing them go through at least 3 different stages of excitement in the k+c alone, then ofc everything on the ice and that beautiful story of their quiet little hug back stage where they just wanted to stay there for as long as possible. (S favourite moment from the games 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲)
The best we can get from that is him asking her to go backstage with him and then disappearing behind the curtains:
Ahhhhh what a freaking moment. And the best part is re watching it and going through all those emotions with them when you care about them so much and know how hard they worked for it❤️
#ask#pyeongchang olympics#k+c#fd: moulin rogue#I love getting to commiserate with people who love these precious beans as much as me 🥹
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so um. I want to kiss you.
but I’m already committed to my spouse. and instead I will say thank you thank you thank you for those fic recs!- I read literally every single one and also some by the same authors- if you have any other recs even have as good (wether they adhere to what I originally asked for or not) I would love them!! But mainly just thanks!
lol, you're very welcome!!! and i have plenty more recs where that came from--funnily enough, when my friend started listening to TMA i started compiling a list of fic recs for her! it's...a very long list. i wasn't kidding when i said i read entirely too much Magnus fanfiction (jmart or not)
but anyway! without further ado, here's a bunch more recs:
The Sea Calls Me Home by EN123, T
summary: When Martin Blackwood takes a job working at Peter Lukas's estate, in the highlands of Scotland, he meets an odd man down by the shore, who looks at him like no one ever has. This man proves to be another secret Martin Blackwood must keep, for more reasons than one.
To be so sure of a love the world denies is a heavy burden to bear. But bearing it was, and will always be, a choice. And it's one Martin has chosen.
A Home For What Loves You by TheWrongShop, T
summary: It was completely fine that Jon was following up on this very normal, non-supernatural statement at midnight on a Friday. He was going to find nothing at all, and then he was going to go home and sleep for fourteen straight hours and feel absolutely no qualms about moving case #0150409 directly into the filing cabinet marked "discredited".
Or: Jon and Martin investigate Carlos Vittery's basement and find the entity formerly known as Jane Prentiss together.
a consideration of tropes by gruhukens, T
summary: "Do you know much about cataloguing?" Jon asks, a little out of breath from the stairs.
Martin, mid-trolley, rolls his eyes. The gesture he makes at the shelves around him is only emphasised by the book he's holding.
"What exactly do you think I do here, other than sit around and wait for angry patrons to yell at me?"
"Think of what you're going to yell back?" Jon says, and Martin's mouth twitches into a smile.
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Asking the very important question: what if Jon and Martin had a gentle archives/library romance, and kept running into tropes? What if there was mutual pining involved? Only one bed? Fake dating? Hurt/comfort? Or perhaps, a soft and happy ending?
wake me up (wake me up inside) by IceEckos12, G
summary: "No, I won't bother you for long," Elias said politely. "Just checking up on my favorite writer's club."
"Your only writer's club," Daisy muttered under her breath. Jon bit down on a laugh.
"Anyway," Elias continued smoothly, resting his hands on the back of Basira's chair while Daisy gave him the most acidic side eye ever known to mankind. "How's the most recent chapter?"
"Very good!" Tim said enthusiastically. "I'm about to get eaten."
"Death is imminent for us all," Sasha added with gravitas.
Jon's Moving Castle by IceEckos12, T
summary: Martin Blackwood may not have a perfect life, but he does have a good one. That is, until a series of magical encounters leave him with an unfortunate curse. Out of other options, he goes to the wizard who lives in the moving castle for aid.
Life never goes how he intends it to, though.
This Lonely Knight by arthureameslove, M
summary: Martin couldn't remember exactly when or why he'd joined the Knights of the Lonely. He supposed that was by design.
Knights of the Lonely weren't meant to last long. They were built to take blows, and if necessary, they were built to die. He supposed that suited him fine.
But upon an assignment to escort the Watcher's betrothed to the Kingdom of Beholding, Martin began to realize that, perhaps, there was something he was missing. Perhaps it was in the shape of a person with bright, intelligent eyes and acerbic wit, with prickly edges and a gentle smile when he thought no one was looking.
There was only one problem. He wasn't meant to let the Watcher's betrothed reach the kingdom alive.
The Unknown Watcher by arthureameslove, T
summary: The world has changed, and Martin knows the new rules as well as anyone. The monsters come when the sun sets, so you best be home before then. Blast your lights, barricade your doors. Don't come out until morning. When Martin inadvertently stays out past sunset, he flees his monstrous pursuers and stumbles upon the Magnus Estate, eerie and seemingly abandoned, in the middle of the woods.
Inside is a man with a monstrous face and glowing eyes, who insists Martin is the key to turning the world back.
Or, a Beauty and the Beast au--tma style ;)
The Sharkivist is In by ArtificialDaydreams, G
summary: "The shark was sitting in his desk chair when Jon opened his office door. Actually sitting in it, with a "hello my name is" sticker stuck to it with "Jonathan Swims, Head Sharkivist" written on it in black marker."
What if Jon has one of those plush blåhaj sharks from ikea?
i finally did a coffee shop au by probsnothawkeye, T (series, 9 works)
summary of part 1: At least once a week the man came in and ordered tea, taking it to the table by the window and sitting there for an hour. He would flip between checking his phone and looking out the window, clearly waiting for someone to show up. Every time, without fail, the man would leave after an hour, a sad, dejected look on his face, only to turn up again in the next couple days and repeat the cycle all over again.
or
Jon continuously gets stood up at the cafe Martin works at. What happens when Martin finally talks to the sad man who keeps getting stood up?
Déjà Vu by CirrusGrey, T
summary: Sasha remembers being unmade.
Tim remebers being unknown.
Jon and Martin remember being unwound.
All of them think they're the only one.
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The S1 crew wakes up in the past with memories up till the moment they died.
Archive Poltergiests by vanroesburg, T
summary: "...did you need something, Martin?" Jon asked.
"Oh, uh, no, sorry, I was just wondering if- if you needed anything else? Biscuits, or help transporting anything?" Martin gave another flash of a nervous smile. This was normal behaviour, Martin was behaving normally.
Jon shook his head, but he did pick up the mug of tea, which Martin counted as a win. "No, Martin, all I need is your research on cases #0121102 and #0112905. Thank you very much," Jon said primly, taking a sip of the tea.
His face promptly scrunched up. His eyebrows knit together, he drew up his nose in disgust, and the twist of his mouth couldn't be interpreted as anything except utter distaste. God, Jon's face. This was better than he imagined.
Okay, act normal.
"Oh my god, Jon, is something wrong?! What just happened?" Martin asked, maybe laying the concern on a little thick.
Jon spluttered, confused for a moment before glaring at Martin, "What happened is your bloody tea's--"
Time to sell it.
"The tea?" Martin said, cutting Jon off quickly. He swiped the mug from Jon's desk, took a swig and swallowed it. God that was awful. He'd need to wash his mouth out after this. "What's wrong with it? It tastes fine."
do the stars gaze back? by bluejayblueskies, G
summary: As they walk to the market, Martin considers just how unfamiliar all of this is to him. It's a rare occurrence to even hear about a celestial spirit visiting the earthly plane. He knows that the number of times he's seen Jon, much less spoken to them, is far beyond anything in anything in recorded history.
Because Jon is--for all intents and purposes--a star. And Martin has quite an impressive crush on them. It should maybe be terrifying, or at the very least remind him of just how very far out of his league Jon is. Instead, it's ... really quite wonderful. Jon is wonderful.
And now, Martin is going to go grocery shopping with them.
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Or, Martin lives in a little seaside town and meets Jon, a celestial spirit with a fondness for books and human customs. He falls in love with them, even knowing that it's ill-advised and there's no way that Jon could love him in return.
... Is there?
snowed in by Athina_Blaine, T
summary: "Do you think it's selfish? Trying to be happy?"
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The snow is falling. Martin and Jon find themselves forced to stay for the night.
The Power of Self Respect by IceEckos12 & PitViperOfDoom, T
summary: Jon's life has never been easy, but he's now in a place where he has friends, his job isn't wretched, and best of all, he's dating Martin Blackwood. Things are finally starting to turn around for him, so of course that's when he learns that he must defeat Martin's seven exes in order to stay with him.
There's something fishy about this whole thing, Jon is sure of it. But the only way to find out what is to throw down the gauntlet and fight for his love.
found this cute guy on the merry-go-round? by abeebumbling, T
summary: Martin Blackwood hadn't meant to stick to the merry-go-round job for so long. It was boring, very boring, the music whiny once you've listened to it a hundred times, so anything even mildly interesting stood out like a sore thumb. Jonathan Sims being on the verge of a mental breakdown turned out to be one of those things.
alright! fifteen fics, mostly jmart but also some gen and some background ships. i love all of these fics a lot and i hope you do too!
#friday chats#fic recs#the magnus archives#there's plenty more where this came from so feel free to ask for more! i'll read almost anything tma-related#the one main exception is jmart smut; i headcanon jon as sex-averse/repulsed and don't like reading that sort of thing#no hate to those who headcanon differently though!#i just won't have any fics like that bc it squicks me out a lot#also: a lot of these fics are...Quite Long lol. hope that's okay. if not there's a handful of oneshots in here too
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Tables Have Turned–Joe Keery
Requested by @levisimp1122
"You have my number," Joe stuttered. "You have Y/M/N's number. I also have the number of my assistant on the fridge, the number for the studio the interview is being filmed, the number for my driver, and the personal security. You will always be able to reach me."
"Dude," Gaten laughed, "little Y/N is going to be just fine. We'll watch some cartoons, eat some mac and cheese and then I'll rock her until she falls asleep. See? I got this."
Gaten hesitated before asking, "Is this the first time you've left her?"
"Of course not," Joe scoffed. He sighed before adding, "But usually she's with Y/M/N."
"Don't worry, Dad," Gaten chuckled. "Your little princess is going to be just fine."
"If anything happens. . ."
"I'll call you," he finished for Joe.
"Gaten, I'm serious," he sighed. "Y/N is my little girl and. . ."
"Will you relax? Y/N is going to be fine with her Uncle G, alright? We're going to have a great time!"
"I just. . ."
"Joe, you need to go or you're going to be late for your interview."
"Maybe I shouldn't do this," Joe sighed.
"Go to the interview?" Gaten asked.
"Go back to work."
"I thought. . . I thought you and Y/M/N talked for like days about you going back to work. One of you has to."
"I know," Joe cut him off, angrily running his hands through his hair. "But ever since I started getting ready, I've had this huge pit in my stomach. I can't help but feel like something is going to happen the minute I leave Y/N."
"You're a first-time dad," Gaten sighed. "It's not supposed to be easy to leave your child, especially your first child. Don't be so hard on yourself, Joe."
"You're right," Joe mumbled. He paused. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"The tables have turned," Gaten laughed.
"And I don't know how I feel about it," Joe sighed.
"The babysatter becomes the babysitter."
"That doesn't make sense," Joe mumbled as he finally left the house.
* * * * *
The interview had barely started and Joe was already dying to reach out and see how Gaten and Y/N were doing. He was waiting for a commercial break before checking his phone. The second they went to commercial, Joe pulled his phone out of his pocket.
He couldn't tell if he was relieved or nervous that Gaten hadn't texted him. He decided to call him and check.
"Y/N's fine," Gaten said when the phone stopped ringing. "We just finished eating mac and cheese. I'm going to clean her up and then get her ready for bed. I would put her on the phone but she can't talk yet. We're working on it. I've gotten pretty close to getting her to say, "My Daddy is going to be extremely overprotective. Especially when I start dating. . ."
"My daughter will never date," Joe cut him off.
"Yeah," Gaten scoffed. "Good luck with that."
Joe sighed, slowly calming down. He hesitated before asking, "So. . . She's okay?"
"She's fine," Gaten said with a small laugh. "I promised that I had this under control and I meant it."
"I know," he sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just. . . The last few months have been rocky. Y/M/N was on bed rest for two weeks. Then another two weeks after she had Y/N. During those two weeks after she was born, I was able to spend 24/7 with Y/N and. . . I never wanted to leave her side. The second I walked out the door, I regretted it."
"Have you talked to Y/M/N about all this?"
"Well. . ."
"You're connected to your daughter," Gaten said. "There's nothing wrong with that. But if you're thinking about quitting your job and becoming a stay-at-home dad, you need to talk to your wife."
"I know you're right," Joe mumbled. "But I'm the one who is supposed to work and provide for the family. I can't stay at home while Y/M/N works long hours."
"So you don't think women should work?" Gaten teased.
"Don't be an ass," Joe sighed. "You know that's not what I meant."
"I know," he laughed. "It's just fun to mess with you. But in all seriousness, it doesn't matter who or how. You could each work part-time. Y/M/N could work. You could find a different job or cut back on your projects. You and Y/M/N have the same goal: to take care of Y/N."
"You're right. Y/M/N and I have a few conversations we need to have," Joe sighed.
Joe paused when someone tried to get his attention. The interview was about to start again. He nodded toward the assistant, holding up one finger.
"Would you mind watching Y/N tonight? I should take Y/M/N to dinner so we could have those conversations."
"Of course," Gaten said without a second of hesitation.
"Thanks, man."
"The babysitter just got babysat!"
"You're really making me regret putting you in charge of my daughter."
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Jealous
Paring: Ethan Ramsey x F! MC (Haley Rochester) x M! OC (Marvin Kutner)
Book: Open Heart 2
Category: Angst
Warnings: None
Word count: 908
Rating: G
Summary: When a patient recognizes Haley from a party long ago, Ethan realizes she has her own way of moving on.
A/N 1. So, instead of writing a proposal, I decided to write this, which was much way more fun, lol. I now present to you; The Jealous Ethan Ramsey.
A/N 2. You can find their Miami story here.
“I'm sorry, have we met before? You look really familiar.”
The question wiped the smile off Haley’s face as the good-looking patient eyed her curiously.
“Um…No, I don’t think so.” She averted her eyes and pretended to be busy reading the chart.
“Are you sure? Cause I know I have seen those pretty eyes before.”
The bold dark-haired man raised an eyebrow with a gleam in his eyes, which didn’t escape Ethan’s attention. He hadn’t had the chance to say a word because the patient had started to shamelessly hit on Haley the moment they entered the room. This wasn’t the first time a patient flirted with her, and she always had witty comebacks for those who came on too strongly. So why was she reacting so differently this time? She actually looked uncomfortable… wait, was she blushing?? Some nonsense from a stranger could not have affected her. He knew that for sure. Was she into this guy?
“Aaaaah! I remember now! Haley Rochester. We met at the graduation party at Stanford!”
Haley let out a nervous laugh.
“Oh, yes. Of course. Marvin.”
“At your service. If you didn't remember me, I would have been very disappointed. We had a pretty memorable night.”
Haley swallowed hard, not knowing how to react.
Ethan cleared his throat,
“Mr. Kutner, we need to talk about your symptoms.” He said with an assertive tone, putting an end to the incredibly annoying conversation, at least for him.
The younger doctor handled Ethan the chart as she tried not to make eye contact with him. The attending's expression was unreadable, but Haley could tell he was fuming by his pressed lips and the way his nostrils were flaring. Although she was utterly embarrassed, the sight of Ethan seething with jealousy was oddly satisfying.
…
“I didn't take you for a one-night stand person.”
Ethan couldn’t hold it back any longer as they exited the patient’s room.
“Does that bother you?”
Haley replied dryly, the same way she had been acting since he put an abrupt end to their relationship by running off to Amazon. Knowing that he deserved it, did nothing to alleviate the pain it caused him.
“There are many things you don't know about me. Sleeping around is my way to get over a breakup and move on.”
They walked into the office. A moment of silence.
“So… you… after we…”
“After our reset? Oh Yeah, I did!” Haley replied, smiling bitterly.
Looking at Ethan who was trying and failing miserably to stay calm, the intern continued to torture,
“Oh, and don't worry, you’ve met him. Nice guy”.
That was the last straw. Ethan immediately caught her impression. Of course, it was the scalpel jockey. He’d been chasing her since their first day of residency and Ethan had never seen him give up. So he was the guy holding her at night? Touching her? Kissing her? Making her scream as Ethan did? The mere thought of it was making him sick.
“That's enough!"
His hoarse voice made it clear how much he was hurting. Haley didn't dare to say anything else.
“Page me when you get the lab results.”
With that, he fled the office and banged the door closed behind him.
…
Ethan stood quietly on the rooftop. Their favorite spot and usual meeting place before he blew everything. He had kissed her to oblivion after their first time in Miami; the night they spent only kissing and cuddling, a middle ground between Ethan’s persistence on his principles and their longing for each other. He smiled briefly, remembering being close to her. Inhaling her scent, gazing into her eyes and touching her lips with his. It was all gone now.
Was it worth it? The unbearable pain of losing her to someone else?
“I thought I'd find you here.”
Haley’s soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts, which he didn’t appreciate. He’d rathered being alone with thoughts of Haley than being near her as nothing more than a colleague.
“I told you to page me, not to follow me to the damn rooftop.”
Haley flinched at his harsh tone but didn’t back down.
“I'm sorry… about what I said.”
“You can do whatever you want, with whomever you want. None of my business.”
“It wasn't true.”
She could see the momentarily shock on Ethan's face.
“I didn't even think about anyone else. I still don't.”
Ethan was relieved, to the point he didn’t care if Haley could see it. He wanted her to see it. She was his. He needed her to know even if he couldn’t say it out loud, and he was lucky that the woman in front of him was never afraid to speak her mind,
“You are the most incredible man. How can I ever forget you?”
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#ethan ramsey#open heart#ethan x haley#ethan x mc#playchoices#ethan jonah ramsey#open heart fanfiction#choices stories you play#Haley Rochester#openheart fanfic#choices oh3#oh fanfic
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[PREVIEW] TBA Chapter 19: To Set and to Spring
Ron’s picked up a new friend(?) in the middle of finalizing his plans with Quirrell. But what is the plan exactly? Will it really stop Harry from going through the trials and meeting Voldie?
Guess who's back? Back again? 🎶
Target Release Date: December 2022
Currently undergoing beta reading thanks to the wonderful @acnelli!
"P—Professor Quirrell, sir?”
The Professor was in the middle of arranging some books and parchment on his table when Ron approached him, causing the jumpy wizard to accidentally shove all said items to the floor after a shocked cry. “M—Mr. W—Weasley!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Professor!” Ron made a flustered expression as he hurried to help the man pick up the fallen books. “I didn’t mean to surprise you. I—I just thought, since, err, the exams were over, it was about time I talked to you. Been meaning to for a while now, really.”
The last of the term’s Finals had already come to a close, after what felt like an eternity (for most) of last minute notes reviews, essays revisions and late night study sessions. Even the first years—who had, arguably, the lightest workload out of everyone else—felt the exhaustion to their bones, and even Hermione admitted that the reprieve was appreciated.
(Although that reprieve did include going over exam questions and debating over the answers, which was not exactly Ron’s idea of relaxing.)
But while Harry, Hermione and Neville had left their classroom as soon as the exams had ended—in part, due to Harry’s persistently throbbing headache—Ron excused himself to go see Professor Quirrell, who the redhead knew was proctoring for a Third Year exam at a room a floor above theirs.
Quirrell’s brows furrowed in apparent confusion. “I—Is this a—about your e—exams, Mr. Weasley? I—If you’re w—worried about your p—performance, r—rest a—assured, you’ve done v—very well, as is e—expected of a s—student of your c—caliber.”
“Oh, that’s really nice to know, but I wanted to talk about something else.”
“S—Something else? R—Right now?”
Ron's gaze went to the floor. “I’m so sorry, Professor. I really don’t mean to be a bother, but this—I probably won’t have any more time and, and I really need to—”
The older wizard’s frown deepened. “Is—is it it th—that p—pressing a m—matter, M—Mr. Weasley?”
“I—It’s something a bit more personal, sir.” Ron paused. “Is there some place more private? I promise, won’t take too much of your time.”
The boy looked especially nervous, wringing his hands and glancing around the empty classroom occasionally, filling the forefront of his mind with so much anxiety and nervousness that Quirrell eventually acquiesced, leading the way to the vacated Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
The classroom was located at the middle of a usually occupied hallway, but given the time of day (and schoolyear), the place and its surroundings were empty of students, staff and even ghosts. Although the trip took longer than Ron remembered, and there was a nagging sensation at the back of his head that something wasn’t quite right. Still, Ron made no mention of it to his professor, who had also taken the time to prepare some tea.
“I—I apologize for my p—poor manners, M—Mr. Weasley.” Quirrell said with a slight smile after setting a steaming cup of Earl Grey in front of Ron. “W—Was not expecting a—any g—guests any t—time soon, y—you see.”
“I should be the one who is sorry, Professor.” Ron said after lifting the offered teacup to his lips. “For causing you this trouble.”
“I—It’s q—quite all right, Mr. W—Weasley.” Quirrell answered, taking his seat behind his own desk. “Us P—Professors need to h—help our students t—the best we c—can, after all.”
Ron placed the cup back on the saucer, his eyes gloomy. “No, really, I should apologize, sir. I—err, I’m sure you’re aware, of the rumors going on about you?”
At that, Quirrell’s smile fell but kept the rest of his expression neutral. “I—I don’t think there’s a—anyone in the c—castle who has n—not heard.”
“Must have been really hard for you, sir.”
“It m—made things more, err, ch—challenging, shall we s—say? A f—feat in itself, r—really, g—given that I’m n—not one of the m—most p—popular Professors.” Quirrell looked thoughtful. “B—But wh—why mention this, M—Mr. Weasley? D—Do you p—perhaps kn—know m—more about how the r—rumors came about?”
“Th—that’s—” Ron’s hands balled into fists over his knees, his head bowed. “Professor, I’m sorry, but it was me.”
#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter ron weasley fanfiction#ron weasley fanfiction#ron weasley#pro ron weasley#ron weasley defense squad#harry potter tba
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i wanna get sappy here for a hot second so don’t mind me lolol
i don’t talk about it too much here, mainly because tumblr surprisingly doesn’t have a lot to interact with, but i am SUCH a huge fan of tessa violet. like so much so that girlie literally was one of the things that helped pull me put of the depressive episode i was in during 2020 right after a rough breakup and general pandemic. i had been into her stuff when she was meekakitty (fell off a bit as i grew out of the content) and rediscovered her in 2019 and fell in love with her music. jump to the past two years where she follows me on twitter and is aware of my existence thus making saturday one of the best nights of my life…ever. tessa straight up recognized me by my face when she walked into the VIP meet and greet area. she saw me and pointed at me and called me by name. she then went on to say how excited she was to meet everyone and then pointed at me and said “i’m especially excited to meet emiie” and i felt so amazed that she even recognized who i was since i didn’t expect it. when it was my turn to get my photo with her she gave me so many hugs (she lives up the “she looks like she gives good hugs” vibe btw) and talked about how exciting it was to finally see each other irl after online interactions/an online m&g we had last year. i gave her the shirt i made for her (it had “future milf” on it since it’s a running bit) and she looked so happy when i gave it to her 🥺 i forgot to tell her i had made it along with showing the tiny terror hoodie i made/was wearing but i was still trying to process that she knew me and called me out. but when my friend and i went back for a group photo i had forgotten i wanted to give her a kitchen song paper heart (i wasn’t sure if she was collecting them from each city but wanted to make sure she had one) and a photocard of her i had made and I was so grateful my friend and i were able to go back up. but when i handed her the heart and photocard she looked at it and i s2g with the sweetest look on her face, looked into my eyes, and said “emiie, you always make me feel so cool” 🥺😭🤧 i was beaming on the inside from just how happy that made me feel because i kept thinking “nonono ydek how cool you’re making ME feel rn” and during the show i had so much eye contact with her and smiles thrown at me (i did however almost get taken out by her mic when it fel from the micstand) and during crush she held out the microphone for me to sing into and god…it was such a good night 😭😭😭
i don’t think i can even express enough how much her music and just who tessa is as a person helped me SO MUCH at such a rough point in my life mentally and has helped me with my own self confidence/self worth. it’s a combo of just seeing her be really cool, so genuine to who she is as a person, and so willing to engage with being okay acting playful/goofy that rubbed off on me because i saw so much of myself there, who i want to be during this lifetime, and who i am at my core before i had the worst depressive episode of my life and had been working on accepting myself prior to that and post-2020 depressive episode. it also helps when you have a song like yes mom to blast that makes you inadvertently say positive affirmations about yourself LOL
i know tessa will probably never see this (unless she does then…hi lolol) but i just wanted to share how much i just adore/look up to her and how i felt so special and loved the entire night from such simple things she did 🥺💖 here’s to hoping the future milf shirt made it to her after she forgot it on stage and that she wears it during the next livestream i can attend lolol
also signing off with my meet and greet photo because i just love how genuinely happy both her and i look in this photo 🥺💖
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Nona the Ninth, John 5:20(1)
(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For detail on The Locked Tomb coverage and the index, read this one!)
(No icon) In which someone describes a miracle... of sorts.
In the dream, she said, “But that’s it? They shut you down—it was over?”
Though she doesn't remember moving, they're at the top of a hill now, looking out at a great plain. To the left it's clean, to the right is "a huge confusion of rubble and metal and foliage".
He tells her it wouldn't really begin for another year. The official story is that the investors decided to rethink the project, but John knew, somehow, that they invested in something else instead. He just couldn't find it. Then the project leaked, and the whole public knew that the world wasn't going to make it. The economy tanked, and people panicked.
A- panicked because their severance money was now nearly worthless. C- panicked because she was being recalled to England and didn't want to go, didn't want to leave N-(2) behind, didn't want to admit they were dating but everyone knew. M- panicked because what the hell were they going to do with all the bodies in the shutdown procedures.
That last got to John, too. He knew all the bodies by name, like friends, after working with them so long. They couldn't be cremated or buried safely.
I didn’t have to worry about the public or the media—we had a pet cop, P—.(3) She’d made detective by that point; was going on to big things in the MoD. Knew G— from way back, and G— and I were both hometown boys, so P— kept the heat down for us.
John takes most of the blame, in the aftermath of the leak. M- and A- could have gotten new jobs, but John would never work in the field again. He told them to leave him behind anyway, but none of them did.
It was such pandemonium. I mean, the worst was yet to come, but it was like the crisis had been announced all over again. Like you’d sprung this on us out of nowhere, like you’d never said you were sick.(4)
There's the Mars installation, but there's only room for five million people there, and they can't feed them yet. The Kuiper platform(5), the installation on Uranus in-progress… there's just not enough room for everyone, and no time to scale up. The cryogenic project would've let them get everyone to Tau Ceti,(6) and then they could work backward.
It was about giving you breathing room, you know?(7) I knew I wouldn’t live to see you get well, but I wanted to stop you hurting.
John didn't panic, though. He kept working, as much as he could, with what they had, nonstop before time really ran out. A- asked if John was taking any "Class As"(8), but he wasn't. A- told M-, who came and accused him of being on meth and coke.
I was all, Yeah … Coke Zero. She didn’t laugh. I laughed.
He said, I guess I’ve always thought any pun was automatically funny.(9)
The electric guy said they couldn't keep using "three percent of the country’s electricity" for the vats. The health board guy was a jerk, and kept saying they had to dispose of the bodies on-site in ways John thinks the person he's talking to would have hated. But, he told them, those bodies were his friends. Saying stuff like that probably worried A- even more. G- kept insisting John was fine, but he'd always say John was fine, no matter if he wasn't.
Out of nowhere(10), they said it was lights out that night. John knew the bodies would degrade immediately outside their vats.
I had to let them go. I went around to everyone, talking to my favourites—I know it was weird having favourites, but let’s bloody face it, I’d gone weird—not even saying goodbye, just saying it’ll be fine, hang on for me, kia kaha, kia māia. C— made appeal after appeal after appeal. No dice.
The power was cut, one minute after six, and everyone was waiting when it went.
John goes quiet, and she asks what happened. He smiles, "a strange fleeting thing with teeth."
“Most of the bodies got the melt, like we thought they would,” he said. “Damaged beyond repair. Their brains liquefied almost immediately. But, Harrow … all the ones I touched, all the ones I loved … they stayed incorrupti(11)
So ends Day One.
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(1) "For the Father loveth the Son, and sheweth him all things which himself doth: and greater works than these will he shew him, that you may wonder." Sheweth would be interpreted today as "showed" or "shows". So the verse is in context of a Father (God) showing his Son (Jesus) marvels that he may also do. Quite relevant in the case of bodies not rotting because John loved them most, since he later develops necromancy. On the other hand, the A1Z26 brings us to THET, which makes no sense yet but if you got the impression that there are more of these… Well heck, you can look at the table of contents or flip through your copy, and see more, but there may be a spoiler there, and I'm pretending you don't see them but might want all available interpretations up to the point we reach.
(2) Nigella, Cassie's cavalier.
(3) Pyrrha, of course. Being a cop in her history? That could explain a lot if this is real.
(4) Who does he think he's talking to?
(5) The Kuiper Belt being a range of objects sort of out beyond Neptune
(6) A star about 12 light years from our solar system, apparently very similar to our Sun, so the hope would be that there's a planet to set up on.
(7) Wouldn't any person alive also be going with them? How would leaving give her breathing room? Unless… Well, you can draw your own conclusions. But why would John be talking to her? How? And why would she have Harrow's name here?
(8) New Zealand, like the UK, split illicit drugs into Class A, B, and C. Class A includes but is not limited to meth and cocaine, probably the most likely things A- thought John was taking.
(9) So, Gideon came by it as honestly as it goes.
(10) It's not REALLY out of nowhere, John. They were trying to work with you and you took too long.
(11) The first necromancy. And yes, it cuts off like that. On purpose.
#the locked tomb#tlt#nona the ninth#ntn#nona the ninth spoilers#ntn spoilers#emperor john gaius#harrowhark nonagesimus
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Crown Princes and Butterfly Wings (3/?)
Chapter 2 : Friendly Stranger
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Our pair of adventurers becomes a trio, because neither Logan nor Roman have a clue what they're doing. At least now they have an expert on adventuring to help them out.
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Sorry about the lack of a chapter last week! It was Christmas, as I'm fairly certain most people are aware of even if they don't celebrate, so I was really busy. Not to mention I mass-posted nine chapters of a fic (go read it if you want, it's on my page) in three days and I didn't want to bombard people, so I kind of skipped a week with this one, haha. Oops.
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Warnings: Roman is still kinda loopy at the beginning
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"Roman?" The prince heard Logan yell from across the garden and seconds later the tiefling was in front of him, giving him a once over before turning to the person who had helped him. "What happened to him? Did you do this?"
"Wha- no! No, of course not!" they cried. "Is- is he your friend? He wasn't looking too good and he said to bring him to the fountain so I just-"
"Hey Logie," Roman said, only half aware of what he was saying. "I ate'a weird cake mmm- mn- now I'm here…"
Logan stared at him, baffled, before sighing, and chiding him in a tone of voice Roman thought made him sound like a dad. "This is why we don't accept random food from strangers, you dunce."
"'m already feeling better though." Roman shrugged. "Thanks to glasses."
The person giggled. Roman could see them better now, they had curly dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and they weren’t dressed nearly as classy as he or Logan were, but the puffy blouse and bluish-grey overalls made him look rather friendly, so Roman didn’t mind.
"I'm Patton!" he said with a smile. "Always happy to help!"
"Are you familiar with this area?" Logan asked him. "I believe it would be the best course of action to find somewhere to stay after this… incident.”
"Um- well I only just got here myself! But I need somewhere to stay too, so I'm sure we could look together?" Patton said, with a blinding grin. "There should be some kind of inn nearby, there always is!"
“Alright…” Logan said slowly. “I will- concede that you likely know more about this process than we do, so I will agree to going with you.”
“Um- cool!” Patton said, his smile not faltering in the face of Logan’s slight strange way of words.
“Logaaaan- your words are loopy,” Roman whined, “Talk normal for once.”
“I am simply talking formally, Roman, and you should aspire to do the same,” Logan chastised. Patton giggled.
“And you’re the one who’s loopy, mister,” Patton said before standing up and shifting a big backpack that Roman had completely missed before onto his shoulders. It was a pretty big pack, almost as big as Logan’s, this guy must be travelling too. Roman thought, “Anyways, c’mon, I think I saw an inn on the way over here.”
Roman tried to stand up before tripping over his own feet. The only reason he didn’t fall face first onto the paved path of the garden was Patton’s quick reflexes. He quickly righted Roman again, but this time he slung one of Roman’s arms around his shoulders and let the—much taller mind you—man lean on him.
“I can take him,” Logan offered as he watched Patton- not struggle, per say, but he did look slightly off balance.
“Don’t you worry.” Patton smiled. “I’m stronger than I look! And besides, you’re already carrying that big ol’ pack! I wouldn’t want to put more weight on you!”
“You calling me dead weight, glasses,” Roman slurred, while Logan muttered about the fact that Patton was also carrying a similarly sized pack.
“Of course not.” Patton laughed again, it almost felt like they were already best friends, like they’d known each other for years. “But you are pretty tall.”
“Comes with the high social class,” Roman giggled with a lopsided smile, obviously finding his own joke way more funny than it actually was in his state.
“Well that would explain why I’m so short,” Patton said. “Come on now, buddy, we gotta go.”
Together the three of them found the closest inn and Logan paid for Patton’s room as a thank you for rescuing Roman from his own shenanigans before they parted ways. Or, so they thought as Logan forced Roman to take a nap in their room while he busied himself studying the maps they had brought in an attempt to work out where they should go next.
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“Are you feeling well enough to discuss our journey?” Logan asked him as they waited for their food to be brought out. They were eating at the inn, because Logan didn’t trust him when he said he was fine enough for them to go and find somewhere nicer to eat.
“Yes,” Roman nodded. “I’ve told you already, Logan, after that nap I’m feeling better than ever!”
“Good, but please keep in mind your volume, we are in an unfamiliar space and I am not yet sure I have quite figured out the etiquette,” Logan told him quietly.
“You worry so much, Logan,” Roman said, rolling his eyes, but he did lower his voice, much to Logan’s gratitude.
“Thank you, now if you’re willing to be quieter about it,” Logan said, pulling out one of the maps he had been looking at before, “I would like to discuss the route we should take.”
“We have no idea where he’s going,” Roman said, looking at the map and then at Logan, “There are- hundreds of towns and villages in this kingdom, we can hardly search all of them.”
“No, you are correct we cannot,” Logan agreed. “It would take us years.”
“Then… what do we do?”
“I don’t suppose you remembered to bring anything with you that belonged to him, did you?” Logan asked slowly, “If so, I could perform a fairly simple tracking spell…”
Roman felt a little sheepish, why the hell hadn’t he brought something? It was obvious they needed a way to actually try and find Remus! It was true that it had been on the list Logan had given him and he just… hadn’t. Roman knew they had to find Remus—the Kings of this land may be his fathers, but that didn’t mean Roman could disobey orders—but then again… Remus was his brother, and he couldn’t just- do that to him. So… he’d just keep playing dumb, dumb was safe and didn’t want him to answer any complex moral problems.
“No I… forgot about that,” Roman said slowly, shaking his head. Logan sighed.
“Of course you did.” Logan shook his head. “There are more complicated spells that could be used, but almost all of them require an personal item… We may have to find somewhere that I can read up on magic spells. I know there are some that can do what we need… but I am unfamiliar with them.”
“H-hey um-” Roman jumped, looking up at the voice only to find Patton lingering a few steps away from the table, wringing his hands. He looked so nervous, looking down at the floor, Roman felt a little bad. “Sorry for- um- overhearing, but- but I heard you were looking for someone…”
“That’s true, though it is a private matter,” Logan said, eyeing Patton without turning his head, clasping his hands over the map that was still spread on the table.
“Oh! I completely understand!” Patton quickly assured, raising his hands. “I just- it’s… kinda obvious that you’re new to this- or you wouldn’t be talking about something private in a bar- but I’ve been travelling for the last- um- eight? years? So I thought I might have some advice you guys could use…”
“...Alright.” Logan nodded. “You said we shouldn’t be talking here… is there somewhere better?”
“Aboslutely, if um- if you don’t want people hearing about whatever it is you’re doing, this is probably one of the worst places to be talking.” Patton chuckled. “Taverns and inns are the number one spot for gossip. If you want information, you come here, if we want to have a secretive conversion, we should go to your room, or mine- either way.”
“If that’s so,” Roman said, “I suppose we should continue this conversation once we have finished eating.”
“I didn’t mean to intrude on your dinner!” Patton yelped, stepping back. “I’m so sorry! You didn’t have any food, so I just assumed- I’m sorry for interrupting!”
“It’s alright,” Roman said immediately, and he noticed Logan relax from the corner of his eye, “You’re trying to help us, and you helped me earlier as well, I owe you.”
“No- no you don’t.” Patton shook his head. “I don’t expect anything in return! I just- I like helping people.”
“Still.” Roman shook his head with a smile. “Feel free to sit, if you’d like.”
Logan gave him a skeptical look and Roman just shrugged with a smile. He knew trusting strangers wasn’t a good idea (Logan had lectured him on it for fifteen minutes after they had left the castle) but Patton… Roman couldn’t help but like him. He was just so… friendly. But not just on the outside—Roman considered himself a fairly good judge of character and there was absolutely nothing about Patton’s niceness that seemed off in the slightest.
With an awkward smile, Patton pulled over a chair from the next table and sat down with them. Logan put away the map just as someone brought over their food and they ate in silence, with just the sound of other people having their own conversations in the background.
When they finished, Logan led Roman and Patton up the stairs and to the room they had rented for the night before taking out the map once again and laying it across the small table in the corner of the room. The three stood around it.
“Ok! So,” Patton started, looking at the map, “You’re looking for someone?”
“Yes.” Logan nodded.
“Can you, um, tell me who?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be a secret,” Roman said with an apologetic smile. Logan glared at him.
“Of course it’s supposed to be secret, Roman, that’s the whole reason we’re here and not someone much more capable.”
“Alright, um, not knowing who we’re looking for might make things more difficult.”
“My brother,” Roman said slowly. “I can’t tell you much more than that, but we’re looking for my brother.”
“Does he look like you?” Patton asked, tilting his head.
“They are twins,” Logan said with a sigh.
Roman nodded, “But he has a silver streak instead of gold, and green eyes instead of red.”
Laughing made Patton’s eyes crinkle at the corners and Roman couldn’t help how it made him smile. “So you’re… opposites?”
“Pretty much, yes,” Roman said with a shrug.
“Ok, so if you’re looking for information, you’re going to want to go here,” Patton told them, pointing at the map. The town his finger pointed at wasn’t that far away, though it was distinctly separate from the capital. “Mirefeld is known for its gossip, they have a pretty big trade and travel route going straight through the village, if anyone knows something about your brother, I’ll bet it’ll be someone there.”
“Mirefeld…” Roman said slowly, before lighting up. “Oh! I’ve heard of that, aren’t uh- aren’t they known for being a big meeting place for crooks and thieves too?”
“I believe so,” Logan said, nodding, before looking suspiciously at Patton. “Why would you wish for us to go somewhere with such a reputation for crime?”
“They’re the ones with all the gossip,” Patton said with a shrug, “And usually they’ll leave you alone, especially if you’re careful. I go there often and I haven’t had a single penny stolen yet… It’s kind of like a safe haven, I guess. I’m not trying to trick you, I swear.”
“This town is at roughly a three days walk from here,” Logan said with a sigh. “We’ll have to set off early tomorrow if we want to head in that direction.”
“Walk?” Patton blanched.
“I am unable to ride a horse,” Logan deadpanned, gesturing to his own legs. “I am not built for such an activity, and I’m fairly certain we don’t have the funds to buy a carriage.”
Patton flushed and looked away. “R-right- um- yeah that makes sense, sorry.”
“There’s no towns between here and Mirefeld,” Roman pointed out, still looking at the map, “Where will we stay for the nights we’re on the road?”
“Well sometimes there's outposts…” Patton said, “but I don’t think there’s any on the way to Mirefeld.”
“I suppose that means we will have to sleep on the road, then,” Logan said, eyes narrowing. “Which means we’ll need to allow time to buy some equipment, which means we will likely not be leaving until the day after tomorrow.”
Patton burst out in laughter. “Wait- wait- you don’t- you don’t even have camping equipment? What on earth have you got in that big bag of yours?”
Staring, Roman watched as Logan’s cheeks went purple—the guy was blushing. Roman was pretty sure he’d never seen Logan blush, Roman could barely keep down a laugh. Patton didn’t seem to have the same control.
“I… have brought with me multiple spellbooks and supplies for said spells,” Logan said, his tone carefully steady. “As well as a few others that I have been meaning to read for recreational purposes, and of course I brought a few journals to write down everything we learn on our travels.”
Roman stared at him. “You brought a library and have the audacity to call me the dumb one?”
“Excuse you, I am undoubtedly smarter than you,” Logan said.
“Yeah well at least I thought to bring spare clothes.” Roman rolled his eyes. Patton laughed again as Logan went even more purple, and his- literal- constellation of freckles dimmed slightly.
“It’s alright,” Patton said. “We can go on a shopping trip tomorrow- um- that is- if you’re both ok with me coming with you? I don’t- mean to be presumptuous-”
“Patton,” Roman interrupted, “I understand you seem to be nervous around us, but we’ve already proved multiple times that neither of us have a single clue what we’re doing. I for one would be delighted to have someone who actually knows travelling etiquette with us for this journey, Logan?”
“I believe… your company would be… beneficial,” Logan said eventually, after seemingly much consideration.
“Ok! Great- um- I guess I’ll leave you both be, then?” Patton said, already backing away from them. “I’ll- I’ll see you both downstairs in the morning?”
“Indeed!” Roman said with a nod of his head. “Sleep well, friend.”
“Um- you too!” Patton called, before bolting from the room.
It was a few minutes after Patton left before one of them spoke. Honestly, Roman was surprised it was Logan.
“He is… odd.”
Roman couldn’t help but burst out laughing against “Oh my- goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush so much! I need to get him to reveal his secrets!”
“Respectfully, your highness, shut up,” Logan said, before walking over to one of the beds and sitting down. Roman just grinned and winked at him. “Go to sleep, you fool, we have a lot to do tomorrow.”
“Yeah yeah, got it, Mr. ‘I’m going to bring a library on a travelling expedition,’” Roman said, before lifting his bag onto the bed and removing the nightclothes he had brought with him. He heard Logan scoff, but he was fairly sure it was fond.
Roman couldn’t help but smile as he settled down for the night. The bed was nowhere close to as comfortable as the one he slept in back at the palace, not even to mention that it was a single compared to his usual bed which was likely large enough to fit five people at a squeeze, but somehow he found that it really didn’t matter. He had spent the day in the city, hell he’d even made a friend—he was fairly certain he’d never made a real friend by himself since he’d befriended Logan, and even that wasn’t really his own doing. Logan was two years older than him and Remus, so they’d basically grown up together anyway.
His thoughts were getting off topic, but he’d made a friend, which was… amazing, in itself, and Patton was going to help them with their journey! So now their party was of three instead of two.
All things considered, this journey was shaping up to be an incredibly good one.
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Tattoos Masterlist
Blowing Kisses Like We're Lovers (ao3) - hukelemmings (dafeedil)
michael/luke
T, 1k
Summary: “You haven’t been in for weeks. You were supposed to come in so I could check your lip.” Michael scolds, and it’s honestly the last thing Luke expected him to say. He misses the flirting, he wants it back.
“Yeah, well, I’m here now. Maybe you can come over here and check it for me.” Luke bites his lip, making sure to run his tongue over the black metal in his lower lip. Michael’s eyes are honed in on the movement, and Luke can’t help but smile, knowing he fascinates the red haired boy like this.
Or, Luke comes back to the tattoo parlor for a new piercing, and Michael is awfully excited to see him.
End Up Here (ao3) - Hoodie, orphan_account
luke/calum
E, 2k
Summary: Calum was always going to the Bar where a bartender named Luke worked, and finally gets his attention after being his loyal customer.
Galaxies (ao3) - orphan_account
luke/ashton
G, 508
Summary: Ashton's writing his wedding vows and thinking back to moments in his life with Luke.
I listen to the song on repeat from the other night, (ao3) - gayformichael (youregoingtobeamazing)
michael/calum
N/R, 7k
Summary: "But you do like it, right?"
"Of course I love it you dork, but mine is going to be way better."
"Oh really? What’s your oh-so-brilliant tattoo idea then?"
"Well… I haven’t decided yet. But, when I do, it’s gonna be dope."
Or the one where Michael and Calum get their first tattoos and are totally gone for each other.
'I should ink my skin, with your name' (ao3) - Forbiddenmichael
michael/luke
G, 1k
Summary: Black ink finally marking Luke’s skin wasn’t what scared him the most, he was happy with the words and their meaning; it was the nervous bubble of butterflies in his stomach that reminded you that soon Michael would see the two words inked there, and he may not be happy with them and their meaning. His reaction was the only one that really mattered.
or Luke gets a tattoo and Michael really wants to find out what it is
Just Like A Tattoo (ao3) -89IfWallsCouldMuke
michael/luke
T, 59
Summary: Michael is an idiot but at least he's Luke's idiot.
Let's Forget Who We Are (ao3) - flowercrownmikey
luke/ashton, michael/calum
G, 2k
Summary: Soulmate AU
"The blood in my veins is made up of mistakes, let's forget who we are and dive into the dark." Ashton quoted directly without even needing to look at his stomach. He'd been trying to figure out what song it had come from for the last week. He knew the lyric off by heart now.
Or// Ashton doesn't know what song his soulmates new favorite lyric is from until its being played to him by a boy with an acoustic guitar and an amazing voice.
never said that life was easy, but we're gonna make it work (ao3) - orphan_account
luke/ashton
M, 1k
Summary: In which Luke gets a tattoo for Ashton, who loved gardenias (and Luke)
Polarize (ao3) - radioactive_pizza
michael/luke
G, 1k
Summary: // the one where mikey is really fucking adorable so his daddy brings him presents
Roses Are Red (ao3) - mukeclemmings
luke/calum, minor michael/ashton
T, 5k
Summary: Ashton and Luke open a flower shop next door to a tattoo parlor, and relationships blossom (quite literally).
the first mark is the deepest (ao3) - yehwellwhatever
michael/luke
G, 100
Summary: Ashton tried to convince Luke not to do it. He failed.
To The Moon (ao3) - SecondsOfMuke
michael/luke, calum/ashton
T, 4k
Summary: They say that when you find your soulmate, you can hear each other's thoughts.
They say that when you find your soulmate, no one else will ever matter except for that one person.
But they never said anything about what to do when you didn't find your soulmate.
Or, When Michael gets his soulmate tattoo and Luke refuses to take his shirt off.
We Go Deeper Than Skin (ao3) - bluenna
calum/ashton, michael/luke
N/R, 2k
Summary: The marks are a family trait. Ashton has none.
when do flowers bloom? (ao3) - CalmCake
Luke/Calum
T, 917
Summary: when do flowers bloom?
(i always forget)
or; Calum loves Luke's tattoos.
Your Dumb Tattoo (ao3) - orphan_account
michael/luke, calum/ashton
G, 2k
Summary: In a world where soulmates are found by losing something of worth to you, Michael happens to lose something so noticeable, making his secret infatuation with his band mate known.
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