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piedpiperart · 10 months

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Marked for Death pt 12

Chapter 11

After last night’s fiasco, Jason almost called his next patrol of. Much to his exasperation, Conan made a vehement argument against it. The kid had even threatened to make a powerpoint presentation on unstable hierarchies in gang-like communities, and Jason agreed to save himself the three hour lecture.

“Oh, I saw her a few times,”Conan added. They were eating fried rice on the couch, laptop with the results from the fingerprints queued up. Despite Jason’s insistence that they don’t work on cases during dinner, new information came to light right when they’d sat down to eat. Marcus had an impressive setup in one of Jason’s safe houses, which he used for any forensic work. Jason had provided him the supplies, but they’d rarely needed it. At most they used it to make and distribute Fear toxin antidote to the people in Crime Alley.

“Her?” Jason pointed, staring at the girl’s license photo and information on the screen. Her name was Sierra Rivers, 21 years old going to Gotham University. She had a little brother that lived with her parents in New York.

“Yeh, I saw her on the streets sometimes, going to the bus stop in the morning,”Conan frowned. “I didn’t know her name though.”

“Considering she went missing in the middle of the day, it’s safe to assume she was grabbed somewhere around the college,”Jason said. Which meant it wasn’t Killer Croc, since Waylon was never holed up in areas close to a lot of people and generally didn’t attack without provocation.

Conan put down his food and started typing on the laptop, bringing up missing persons reports and enrollments on campus. “Since she was a student at Gotham U, and went missing around the area, there could be more students that have gone missing.”

Jason hummed, keeping hold of Conan’s bowl so it didn’t fall off the couch. It reminded Jason that they needed to go back to the hospital for a regular checkup this time, because he was sure Conan was underweight. Conan pulled up students who had recently missed classes or had been reported missing, which pulled up two other students, both female.

“We might have a serial killer,”Conan commented, but before he could search more, Jason handed him his bowl.

“Eat first, search later,”Jason said, ignoring Conan’s disgruntled look. “But you did a good job.”

Conan didn’t respond to the compliment, but Jason smirked when he saw the tips of Conan’s ears turn red. “I uh, it just made sense.”

“You’re good at seeing patterns and connection,”Jason added, then something pinged in his head. “Is that how you knew I was robin before?”

Conan tilted his head,”I mean, yeah. I know everything,”Conan grinned, and Jason shoved him lightly. “Uh, well I actually figured out Batman’s Identity too, and you know, when you figure out one you can figure out all of them,”Conan stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. “And I may have.. Hacked the batcomputer a few times..” Conan mumbled and Jason let out a surprised bark of laughter.

“You hacked the batcomputer?”Jason repeated bewilderedly. He wondered abruptly just how smart his kid is. Either way, he’d support him in anything he wanted to do in life. Within reason, Jason amended, thinking of the robin suit.

“I covered my tracks!”Conan protested, and Jason ruffled his hair.

“I’m not worried, kiddo, just surprised,”Jason told him. He gathered their empty bowls to put into the sink. “Now, you wanna watch a movie before I have to go on patrol, or do you want computer time.”

Jason was not surprised in the least when the kid chose computer time. He sighed, thinking about his run in with the bats, and how he’d much rather watch a movie with his kid. Jason really didn’t want to get Conan involved with them, but he knew that Bruce wouldn’t let it go. He’d even found four trackers on his suit on his way to the apartment, and that told him Bruce would continue to keep bothering him. Considering his luck, Dick wouldn’t be too far behind, especially now that they knew his identity.

Jason had just left for patrol, and Tim was in bed. Granted, he was also in bed with the laptop. And a panic button and a taser taped under his bed. Tim was pretty sure there were a few knives around the house too but he didn’t think Jason wanted him to touch them. Tim however, knew exactly where they were and how to get to them, he just wasn’t going to tell Jason that.

Over the past week, Tim had gotten used to living with Jason. He had a routine, and it was something Tim appreciated. Jason knew he was smarter than the average five year old, so Tim had a bit more leeway when it came to supervision. He was starting to think Jason might be right though, in that Tim needed to get out of the house more often. He was bored, and a little stir-crazy. Not even hacking or working on cases alleviated the feeling for long.

Tim figured that now that he didn’t have to try and find his own food or anything on the streets, he’d started to relax. Jason helped stave the boredom away by cooking with Tim, and he wouldn’t admit it but he did have fun with the legos and puzzles. School was the one thing Tim was very adamant about not doing. He didn’t want to spend time with kids all day. Hell, Tim had never interacted with a child for more than a few hours at a gala his parents dragged him to or briefly as Robin to make sure they were okay.

Suffice to say, Tim had no idea how to act like a kid, and especially no idea how to play with other kids. Plus, he was busy! There were so many cases for Tim to work on here, and now he had puzzles and legos when he got bored. He’d probably be able to convince Jason to take him to the park or something if he got restless. Tim wondered if he could still skateboard when he was this small, but shook his head. It was probably better to distance himself from any Tim-like things, just in case.

Looking online, Tim was still not surprised that no one reported him missing. Sure, he’d missed school, but that wasn’t exactly new due to missions and stuff. Even if the school tried to call his parents, it would go straight to Tim’s voicemail. Same with emails.

However, Tim couldn’t really tell if Bruce noticed yet. Steph might’ve, but there wasn’t a high chance she would tell Bruce about Tim not answering her messages and missing school. He figured since she was the last one to see him before he was poisoned meant that she’d tell Bruce if he asked her. Two weeks and counting, Tim muttered to himself.

Back to the issue at hand, though. Ever since Gin and Vodka’s appearance, the Black Organization went back underground. They clearly didn’t like the attention from Red Hood, and didn’t want to risk Batman, especially since they’d also killed a semi-well- known teenager. It only worked in their favor that no one realized Tim was missing yet, and no one could connect the Black Organization to Tim.

At this point, all the possible evidence in that alley would have disappeared by now. Tim was pretty sure no one would think to look there either, given that there were relatively no cameras out on that street, and Tim had been avoiding the main roads on his trek home. Which, Tim was frustrated that he couldn’t figure out the Black Organizations whereabouts, but he also was a bit glad that no one would figure out his identity anytime soon. Timothy Drake had to stay dead, just for a while longer. Then no one would realize the connection between Robin and Tim, and Tim would be able to covertly investigate the Organization.

Tim just didn’t know how long that would take. However, his other plan for while he was a toddler included trying to get Bruce and Jason to patch up their relationship. It would be easier for Tim to do if he was five, given Bruce’s soft spot for kids. Jason would be able to bond with Bruce over having a kid, and then they would forget about Tim Drake. Probably. Of course, he didn’t want to be stuck as a first grader, but he wasn’t seeing any other option. The Organization would take a while to crack, and for now Tim was pretty happy living with Jason. It was likely that Jason thought he was a meta with an intelligence power, but he knew he’d have to act more like a child if he ever went to school or met other people. Especially Bruce.

A creak in the house startled Tim from his thoughts. Jason wasn’t supposed to be home for another few hours, and Jason usually came in from the front door. Tim hadn’t heard the door shut, and hadn’t received a notification that Jason was coming back yet. A quick glance to part of his screen showed Jason still by the docks. He quickly closed his laptop, listening intently to the rest of the apartment. Tim froze when he heard footsteps, and scrambled as quietly as he could to the side of his bed when he heard the footsteps coming closer to him. Tim crawled under the bed, retrieving the taser from in between the mattress and the bed frame.

Tim quieted his breathing as much as he could, huddled under the bed with the taser ready. He could hear the footsteps getting closer, but whoever it was hadn’t tried to open Tim’s door yet. He took that as an opportunity to rustle through the pocket of his pajama pants for the panic button and pressed it twice.

Jason had gone over the codes with him before. Once for immediate danger, twice for intruders, and three times for non-immediate emergencies. Tim knew the drill, but cursed his small size anyways when he realized he wouldn’t be able to fight off whoever was in the house. The taser was his only option for now, and then run and hide if he was able to. Which he was doing right now, hiding. Because he was infuriatingly small.

Tim nearly stopped breathing when he heard the door inch open. Almost silent footsteps followed, and Tim could make out black boots in the dark. His heart pounded in its chest, nd while he knew, statistically, that there was no way the Black Organization knew where he was and who he was, he couldn’t convince the rest of his body to calm down. No, most likely this was some burglar or someone who’d made enemies with Red Hood.

The boots paused at the foot of the bed and Tim held his breath and tried to stay calm. He had a plan. Use the taser, run for the door, and hide. Ideally, he could make it to Jason’s room and hide in the weapons closet. He’d never used a grenade before but Tim had seen some in there before. Not that he wanted to blow someone up but it would be a great intimidation tactic that Tim had thought about doing a concerning amount of times.

Before Tim could blink, the boots in front of him suddenly shifted, and a familiar face peeked under the bed. Tim couldn’t get anything other than a squeak out before a bright light was shone in his face, so he covered his eyes with his hands, but made sure the taser was still pointing. Nightwing muttered something along the lines of ‘holy shit’, but Tim wasn’t really paying attention.

Tim was too busy debating whether or not he should tase Dick if he got too close. He didn’t think Dick would try to drag him out forcefully, but he also wasn’t sure about Dick’s relationship with Red Hood. Did he know Red Hood was Jason? His formerly dead brother? Tim didn’t know what Dick was doing here, but figured his best bet to keep his and Jason’s identities a secret was if he acted like a scared, shy kid. Tim could do that, he thought. He was already pretty rattled from thinking he was about to get murdered.

“Hey there,”Dick cooed softly. There was something along the lines of trepidation and regret in his voice, and the flashlight moved out of Tim’s face. “I’m sorry if I scared you, but I promise I’m not gonna hurt you, okay?”

“I’m Nightwing,”Dick continued, seemingly unperturbed by Tim’s lack of response. “I’m a friend of your dad, Jason.”

Oh, Tim thought. So Dick did know Jason was Hood. And alive. Unless he thought Jason was a different Jason like Tim did initially. Though, judging by Dick’s pinched expression, he knew the truth. Tim just narrowed his eyes at Nightwing. He didn’t know what Dick’s plan was here, but if he could stall for a bit longer, Jason would come back and… well, Tim hoped he wouldn’t shoot Dick, but maybe he’d save him from this awkward situation.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, but can you come out from under there?”Dick asked, and Tim shook his head. The motion disturbed the dust around him and Tim had to hold back a sneeze. “I promise I won’t touch you, I just want to make sure you’re okay. This is your room, right? What’s your name?”

Tim answered with a sneeze, and scowled when he caught sight of Dick cooing at him. Ugh, the woes of being so cute, Tim grumbled to himself. He looked down at the taser in his arms, debating if he should just tase Dick, but figured the guy would be able to dodge it. Unfortunately, it was getting harder to hold in his tiny hands given how weak his arms were and how heavy the taser was.

“Alright, that’s okay,”Dick reassured,”How long have you been in here?” He asked, and Tim wanted to roll his eyes. Leave it to Dick to think Jason was holding him captive. “Does anyone else live here with you?”

Tim shook his head, puzzled, and Dick deflated. “It’s just you? Have you seen another kid, black hair, blue eyes? He’s fifteen, so he’d be taller than you but shorter than Jason. I’ve been looking for him,”Dick pleaded and oh. He was looking for Tim, wasn’t he.

Tim shook his head, clutching the taser tighter, but making sure to keep the triggers away from his hands. Dick seemed to sigh, and then sat down criss-cross on the floor, angled at a way that was probably uncomfortable so he could see under the bed. “Okay, thats okay,”Dick said, still trying to be gentle to the toddler. “I just came here looking for him, and I didn’t mean to scare you, so I’m sorry about that.”

Before Tim could even think of responding, there was a crash sounding near the living room, making Tim jolt and bump his head on the bedframe. Dick in turn leapt to his feet, coming to a protective stance between the bed and his bedroom door.

Tim was a little worried about what would happen next. He’d heard a little bit about how Jason was angry at Bruce and Dick, but how angry was the question. Tim was 80% sure that Jason wouldn’t shoot Dick, especially not in Tim’s room or in front of Tim. And considering Dick was trying unnecessarily to protect Tim instead of holding a weapon to Tim was more points in Dick’s favor.

They could hear voices in the room over, and Tim was hit with the realization that Jason was out there with Batman. With Bruce. Why, he wasn’t too sure, but he could make guesses. Tim will have to modify his plan to get Jason and Bruce on better terms depending on how the next few hours go. Grimacing at the noise outside his door, Tim could guess that it wasn’t going well.

Chapter 13

#Marked for Death #mfd #tim drake #tim in disguise #dick doesn't know jason is red hood yet #bruce is kind of a butthead for not telling him #also he's worried about tim

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harrysgloves · 3 years

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This Will Be Our Year

Summary: Harry comes home with you for your family New Year’s dinner.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language. Shitty families. Smut/ Harry’s got a filthy mouth.

A/N: Okay, lets all pretend that I got this out on Saturday instead of Tuesday... Big shout out to @meetmeinfleetwood for making this “to lovers” fic challenge. It was the first fic challenge I’ve ever done! And I loved trying to figure this one out.

I picked ‘Friends to Lovers’ with the prompts: “You think anyone heard us?” & “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

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You didn't miss the upward turn of your best friends' lip when you anxiously readjusted the hem of your dress for the millionth time. You didn't even bother trying to steady your shaky hands as they tugged down on lacy black fabric that touched a few inches above where you normally wore your skirts or shorts

"Stop it." You huffed as he let out the tiniest breath of a laugh at your struggle.

"Sorry, love, think y'look great." He smiled that lazy half smirk that made your stomach flutter but you had no time to worry about that right now. No, right now, you were on your way to visit your parents for the first time in a year.

The excuses of being busy with work, having no time to travel, not having the money for it, or literally any other excuse you could come up with had finally stopped working. Your mother fully demanded for you to come back home for the traditional New Year's dinner your family had every first weekend of the new year. You would have said no, but the second her disappointed voice floated in from the other end of the phone, you knew there was no way out.

You deeply loved your immediate family. It was the extended family that you could go without. The bitchy cousins who always seemed to be doing better in life than you. Know-it-all Aunts who gave you unwelcomed dating advice or worse, they'd sit and examine why you didn't have a man

"Yeh sure 'bout this?" He asked from the driver seat, his hand grasped on the wheel so tight you could see his knuckles turning white. "We could fake sick or somethin' if yeh want out. Bad gas station sushi, maybe."

A smile broke across your solemn face. The snort of a laugh that creaked out of your lungs washed a bit of relief over Harry. His hands gently lifted pressure from the wheel.

"Gas station sushi is the best you could come up with?" You teased from beside him, head turning just in time to see that dimpled smile you loved so much.

"Wha' not believable?" He grinned, playful green eyes shot your way before focusing back on the road.

You shook your head no as silence fell over the car again. Only one more turn and you'd be there.

"If yeh get uncomfortable, just tug on my shirt and we'll go, yeah?" He said as the gravel from your parents driveway crunched under the car's weight. Your stomach churned at the sight of everyone else already there. Anxiety flaring deep inside of your body, your chest suddenly felt tighter even when you let out a deep breath.

"It'll be okay." Harry said after a moment of letting you try to calm down. His ring filled hand enveloped your own shaky hand that rested on your lap. A calm washed over you from his touch. His warm hands melted away the troubled feeling that was lurking in the depths of your soul.

"I'm sorry in advance for whatever they say." You mumbled, giving his hand a squeeze. You missed the small up turn of his lips from your action, the way his cheeks tinted the softest shade of pink. You thought his cough was to dismiss what you'd said, not knowing it was him trying to himself that you only saw him as a friend.

"'M pretty sure I can handle them, love." He smiled even though you shot him a very unimpressed look. "Wha'? I survived Simon Cowell, think I got yeh family."

"Shut up." You chuckled as you brushed your hand off your leg. The other flung open the car door before you had a chance to chicken out.

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Dragging Harry along for this dinner was the best idea you'd ever had in your whole life. Your family's attention was so far off you that you barely talked the hour before dinner and Harry was handling all the attention like a champ. His hand pressed to your lower back as your uncle grilled him about every famous person he'd ever met.

"Wait, so you're telling me that you know The Mick Jagger?" Your uncle looked a second away from breaking into a full out fangirl attack. Your lips rolled in your mouth to stifle the laugh that was bubbling in your throat before a harsh squeeze on your hips from Harry had you glaring daggers into him.

He nodded his head full of soft flowly curls, that you always wanted to run your fingers through, before shooting a smirk down to you.

He was living for this. He loved being able to touch you, lead you around to talk to people. Adored when you playfully shoved him with your shoulder when he said something embarrassing about you. He tried to be as cool, calm, and collected as he could but when you fully leaned into his side his breathing caught in his throat. His hand pressed tighter into you, mostly to hide how much it was quivering from your closeness.

He had tried for over a year to come up with a way to tell you he wanted to be more than a friend. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted to be more since the night you two met, but he was too insecure about himself to speak up. You were just so vibrant. Your laugh, your smile, the way you talked with demand but was always such a sensitive soul.

He was absolutely fucked for you and you had no damn idea.

You always thought he was too out of your league to even begin to entertain the want of something else with him. He was the great Harry Styles and well, you were just you. You, who happened to be friends with Glenne, who dragged you to a bar for a karaoke night almost two years ago. The rest between you and him was history. You'd gotten along so well and at first, you thought, it might have turned into something more, but he never tried anything more than stupid flirty banter which he seemed to do with just about anyone. So, you dropped it. Moved on. Now he was just Harry, you're really good, super hot, you may think about him when you meditate late at night, friend.

"Gonna get more wine." You said after you drank the last drop from the glass in your hand. You were going to need so much more wine if you were going to be listening to your uncle for the next 45 minutes until dinner was ready.

"Will y'bring me some too?" Harry asked with a glimmer of desperation in his eyes. You figured maybe he'd need the alcohol more than you did tonight. He had been putting up with a lot of crap from your family.

You nodded your head yes before taking off through the hallways you used to run down when you were a kid, towards the kitchen. Your mind lost in a hazy of memories of you learning to ride your bike on your mothers freshly polished floors while the babysitter sat on your house phone with her boyfriend all night. The time your brother told you carving your names into the fancy trim along the bottom of the floor meant you two would live forever.

The memories came to a screeching halt when you finally rounded the corner to the kitchen. Your cousin aka the bitch you hated most in the world lounged casually on the counter, her back towards you as she chatted with a friend she had brought along.

"Didn't think I was going to meet Harry fucking Styles. Would have at least done my hair." The girl you didn't know huffed out as you pressed your back to the wall. Desperate to get away from both of them. Suddenly you felt 12 again, hiding from Shannon before she had a chance to torment you.

"Not like you even need it. You already look better than Y/N without it." Shannon snorted out that nails-on-a-chalkboard laugh as your stomach sank.

"True, girl is a bit mousy."

"Don't forget annoying. Can't believe someone famous is hanging out with her."

A part of you wanted to turn around and walk away, but the other part was morbidly interested in what she said behind your back. Maybe, whatever she had to say, was what everyone said about you two when you weren't around.

"Think they're dating?"

"Fuck no." She scoffed with so much certainty behind her voice it made you cringe. You knew it was a bit dumb, especially since you tried to not picture yourself with him as much as possible but it still hurt. "Y/N's boring and bland as hell. He's probably too nice to tell her that he isn't interested and he feels bad that she never has any friends or a boyfriend."

You knew you should have walked away when you had the chance. Every word that was uttered by the voice that caused your childhood trauma floated into your mind with daggers.

Every bad thing you thought about yourself. Every reason you thought Harry would never like you was now confirmed by someone else.

"It's like his charity work for the year or something."

The last sentence was the one that broke you. Your eyes filled with tears as your feet finally unglued themselves from the permanent spot they seemed to be in. You ran for the safety of your childhood bedroom. Your mind too preoccupied with the thought that maybe, he did feel that way about you, to pay attention to anything else around you. You didn't register that Harry was only a few feet away from you when you slammed yourself into your old room.

The knocks on your door didn't bother you. You could care less to explain to our mom right now about what happened but tried your best to pull yourself together anyways. Your crying turned to quite sniffling when the knocks came again.

"Y/N, wha's wrong?" His anxious voice echoed through your door causing all tears or sniffles to stop immediately in their tracks. What the hell were you going to tell him? Your mind panicked for some lie you could use to cover up the fact you had a breakdown when the door opened, the hard metal of the door knob pushed you out of the way.

"'M sorry fo' comin' in but I saw yeh cryin' and I had to check on yeh." He mumbled uncomfortably from beside you as he shut the door again. "Wha' happened?"

"'S nothin'," you said as you dried your own eyes with the back of your hand. "Just, my cousin saying shit. I just took it a bit too personal for no reason."

"'M sorry, petal." He cooed as his hand stroked the rest of your eyes off your cheeks away. Your head instantly nuzzled into his warmth. "Wha' was she goin' on 'bout?"

You tried your best to not tense up. Your eyes remained shut, head buried harder against his hand that still hadn't moved from your face.

"Told you, it's nothing. Really, it was dumb and I just- it's stupid H."

"'S not stupid if it made y'cry." He frowned deeply as he lifted your chin up. Your eyes finally fluttered open to see disappointed written all across his face.

"She just-" you sighed, feeling dumb for being caught up in the moment. Her words stung but your knee-jerk reaction to cry was a bit over the top. You were embarrassed, your skin heated as his eyes trained on you. You desperately tried to look anywhere but him- the floor, the dresser, the door- anywhere. "She just… she said some things to her friend about how boring and bland I am. Said I had no friends and blah blah blah. Just dumb stuff."

You shrugged, feeling uncomfortable talking about what had happened. You gave him the geist of it without having to divulge into the whole story. You figured it was better to leave the part about you being charity work for him out of it. An angry Harry was the last thing you wanted to deal with today.

"Yeh the least boring person I know." He said, finally breaking the silence. "And yeh far from bland. I mean, look at yeh," he gestured to your outfit, his eyes sparked as your face heated from the attention he was giving you.

"Shut up." You groaned, hands covering your burning face as he wrapped you up in a hug. His chest vibrated with chuckles as you buried your head into the crook of his arm.

"Come on, don't be embarrassed." His chin rested on your head as you fought to keep the pink blush across your face at bay. "Know I think yeh pretty. Prettiest petal've ever met."

You could feel his body straighten up. Almost as if he got uncomfortable with being so forward with you. His hands held around you just a bit tighter and you could physically hear his heart start to race. You started to realize, maybe, just maybe, you'd been reading all the signs wrong.

You pulled away from him slightly, your lips rolled in your mouth as you peered up to him. The blush that lingered across his nose ran to both cheeks. His jaw clenched together, shifty eyes finally met yours after a long moment of avoiding your gaze. You could see gears turning in his mind.

"H?" You barely breathed out before he surged forward, his lips met yours with so force you were almost thrown off balance. Your hands quickly grabbed on his forearms to steady yourself. Your nails dug into the soft silk fabric of his sleeves as your mouth desperately tried to keep up with his frantic movements.

It was everything you'd ever imagined kissing Harry would be like. Soft, amazing lips pressed to yours. Warmth flooded your system, almost like he was bringing you back to life. His hand rested on your cheek as he pulled you closer, other hand around your waist, helping you keep balance on your tiptoes. Even if it was a bit rushed, it was perfect to you.

But then you felt him go rigid again.

"I shouldn't 'ave done that. 'M so sorry, Y/N, I know yeh don't like me like that and I got caught up and, and-nd, fuck 'm so sorry-" he rushed out in a ramble the second his lips parted from yours. Your eyes barely opened by the time he'd finished his rushed out speech. His hands ran nervously through his curls. Panic radiated off him.

"Who said I didn't like you?" You asked, halfway out of breath. His hands fell from his perfectly messy hair, down to his side. His mouth gaped open as he blinked slowly at your words.

"I, well, I thought-" He trailed off as you both stood there completely dumbfounded.

You'd both liked each other this whole damn time.

"We're idiots." You giggled. Quickly ceasing the opportunity to close to space between you two again.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him to your level. This time, he was the one pleasantly surprised. The light humph out of him only fueled your fire as you dominated the kiss. Your tongue ran across his bottom lips, begging him to let you in. Tongues danced together in an unknown language as his arms circled you again. Holding you close as your fingers ran through the back of his hair.

It was quick. Both of you moved so fast, desperate for more. More touch, more skin contact. You felt that desire you'd pushed to the side flame to the surface as you both stumbled for balance. Your back was pressed tightly against the door after you both got your footing.

Kissing was easy, but kissing passionately in an unknown space when you could give two shits-less about anything but each other, was hard.

It wasn't long before the scruff on his face was burning into your sensitive and puffy lips. He'd taken over control over your mouth so long ago you had no idea where you started and he ended. Your hands, along with his, roamed uncharted territory of each other's bodies. Small gasps and light whimpers were flooding the room but you couldn't be bothered with caring right now. You were finally getting what you wanted, him.

"We should stop." He groaned, half annoyed with himself for trying to be considerate to your family. His forehead rested against yours as you both breathed in deeply.

You whined in protest at his words, your hips involuntarily grinded against him in a sense of desperation. He had winded you up like a damn play toy. He breathed a laugh at your neediness, his head shaking but you could see those dimples popping out when you stared up at him with doe-eyes.

"Don't wanna fuck yeh fo' the first time in your parents house, lovie." He smiled widely as you let out a disappointed huff. Sure, you understood his point but that throbbing in core wasn't going to be going away any time soon.

Harry considered it for a moment as he looked down to your glistening chest that was heaving in deep breaths. The swells of your breast had always been mesmerizing but, fuck, right now they look irresistable. His sight finally moved off your chest to your swollen and puffy mouth. He groaned at the sight, his mind instantly wondering if your other lips would look as beautiful when he was done with them.

His hand moved on it's own accord. Slipping up your dress, to your absolutely drenched panties. Your lip tucked under your lip, hips bucking in a need for more when you heard the most glorious moan fall from his lips.

"Can't leave y'like this, now can I, pup?" His lust filled eyes seemed to darken when you shook your head no. Your ruined underwear pushed to the side by his fingers, his breathing catching in his throat from just how fucking wet you were.

You whimpered and whined as he took his time leisurely circling around your clit, his finger skimming across your needy hole only teased you further. You could feel your nipples pebble against the roughness of your bra, feeling left out of the action, but you weren't complaining.

"Quiet, or yeh gonna get us caught, sweetheart." Harry tried to scold you but you didn't miss the smug look of pride that sat on his lips. "Gonna have to keep you quiet, sweet girl." His free hand moved from the door, to your mouth. Three fingers tapped against your lips for you to open and holy fuck, you didn't think this would be happening today.

A chill went down your spine as his fingers sat heavy on your tongue. He licked his lips as he watched you mimicked how good you'd suck him off later when two fingers entered you quickly.

"Fuckin' hell," he breathed out, the situation in his pants grew impossibly bigger while you moaned wildly against his fingers. "Jesus, fuck, yeh so tight. Gonna 'ave to prep yeh fo' me later, sweetheart."

You could barely register his words as he pumped into you again. His thumb pressed against your aching numb. He was reaching places inside of you that you'd never been able to reach. Places that you had no idea could feel this good. All sense of control left you as he hit that spot. His hand quickly pulled from your mouth to cup over top of it.

"Sing so pretty fo' me, puppy. Can't wait to hear how you sound when y'on my cock." Your walls quivered at his words, your juices dripped further down your leg as you began to quickly approach your end.

"'M ruin this little pussy later, gonna fuck y'until yeh can't handle it anymore." He started to ramble about how good you felt, how tight you were, how he was going to stretch you over his cock so good tonight that he'd ruin you. Your legs started to shake as your mind melted into a goo of pleasure.

"Fuck, yeh like when I talk to yeh like that, don't yeh sweetheart?" You weakly nodded at his words, his hand around your mouth making it impossible to say anything but it wasn't like you'd be able to speak right now anyways. His fingers curled inside of you, pumping, his thumb switching from light touches to hard pressure. "I'd let y'talk to me like that later tonight but my dick is gonna be shoved in all the holes I can get into, puppy."

You could feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as the overwhelming flood of your release washed over you. Blinding white lights of adrenaline ran through your veins as you let out a guttural moan from a depth you had no idea existed inside of you.

You were a panting hot mess when his hands finally left your body. Sweet kisses pressed to your lips to calm you down.

"Do y'think anyone heard us?" Harry asked, his lips still hovering over your mouth as you let out a croak laugh.

"You think I care about that right now?" Your eyebrows raised as you peered up to him. His smile growing by the second as he wrapped you in a hug. "Come on, let's go, you have a few promises you made about tonight that I want to hold you to." You giggled as his cheeks flamed red, your hand reached for his but he didn't move. His boy glued in place as his eyes scanned around your old room.

"What?" You asked as you turned around to see him studying every inch of your childhood.

"I didn't get to see it earlier." He shrugged a bit, trying to not seem like he was hyper focused on every detail. Your pile of old notebooks your mother kept "just incase you ever wanted them again", your old dresser that you'd painted at some point, your rose pattern bedspread, the mountain of books and magazines that were shoved away.

"Wha's this?" He pointed to the huge wall that was covered in nothing but pictures.

"Oh, uhm, I used to put pictures of me and my friends on my wall. You know, like people used to do before Facebook." Harry chuckled as he shook his head at you. His hand fished into his back pocket as he moved away from you.

"What- what are you doing?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowed tightly together as you moved towards him. The picture of your and Harry's drunken photo booth session from New Year's last year in his hand.

"You keep that photo of us in your wallet?" You finally asked after he pinned it on your wall. His cheeky smile across his face as he threw an arm over your shoulder.

"Yup." He smiled widely as you chuckled from beside him. Your arm rested around his waist.

"Dork."

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seanfalco · 3 years

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The Great Death Defying Nathan Young | Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k Warning(s): Suggestive language, Blood, Character Death (but it’s Nathan, so he’s okay)

Summary: Becoming a Vegas magician’s personal assistant, you get more than you bargained for when you find out the hard way that the magic is actually real, and so are your feelings.

a/n: Dedicated to @midnightseance / @imagine-you for our one year friendaversary! You were the one to inspire this fic with your ideas after all lol. Thank you Mel for being such an amazing friend and writing partner. I love you to bits! (To bits, I say!)

“This your first day?” the woman with the clipboard and headset next to you asked, startling you. Tearing your eyes from the stage, you nodded.

“I’m [y/n],” you introduced, shaking the woman’s hand as she checked her clipboard.

“I’m Deb. Ah, yes, here you are,” she said, looking back up at you. “You’ll be shadowing me today,” she explained. “Apparently Mr. Young needs more than one personal assistant,” she added under her breath.

“What’s he like?” you asked as you fell into step with the woman.

“A giant pain in my ass,” she grumbled with a twist of her lips. “Everyday its something else: ‘I’m hungry, fetch me some more cornettos’, ‘get Marnie a new pair of lingerie, you know th’kind I like’, ‘I need more condoms’,” she exclaimed in a poor imitation of an Irish accent.

“Oh,” you exclaimed, your brows rising in surprise. You were starting to get a better picture of what this Nathan Young you were going to be working for was like and he seemed like a bit of a prick.

——

“Mr. Young,” Deb called through the door to his dressing room after knocking several times with no answer. “Mr. Young!” she tried again, louder this time.

“What? Jay-sus, come on in!”

Deb rolled her eyes as she opened the door and you got your first look at ‘The Great Nathan Young’. Sprawled back in a rather grandiose throne-like chair, one long leg thrown over the arm rest, he wore naught but a half open silk robe tied loosely at the waist and a long silver chair round his neck that glittered against his bare chest.

Sporting a dashing goatee and dark wavy locks that framed his face, his dark limned emerald eyes unabashedly looked you up and down, openly checking you out with a small quirk to his lips.

“And who’re you?” he asked, his lilting accent taking you by surprise. It was nothing like how Deb had impersonated.

“This is [y/n], she’s your new assistant,” Deb introduced, sounding bored as she looked disdainfully around his messy dressing room.

“New assistant? I thought I was your assistant!” the dark haired girl you’d seen on stage earlier exclaimed, her voice a rather grating whine.

“What? No, sweetheart,” Nathan soothed, pulling her into his lap. “She’s my new personal assistant, you’re my magical assistant,” he explained and the girl ‘ohhhh’d’ in understanding, letting out a high pitched giggle.

“Well, that’s a relief,” she exclaimed. “I thought you were gettin’ rid of me for a moment there.”

You noticed Deb roll her eyes again and fought the urge yourself.

“Alright, well, if you don’t need anything—” Before she could finish, Marnie spoke up, cutting her off.

“Actually, I’d like a coffee!”

“Oooh, and I’ll have a soda, and a sandwich,” Nathan added.

Ushering you out of the room before the two could asked for anything else, Deb grumbled under her breath, showing you where the food cart was and how to make Marnie’s coffee the way she like it, with extra sugar.

——

You’d only been on the job a handful of days, but you had to admit it was kind of exciting, despite Nathan’s constant demanding whims. Standing off to the side to watch that night’s rehearsal, you couldn’t help but marvel at how real it all looked.

“Marnie! Stop stop stop!” Nathan cried, frustration lacing his voice as he stopped the production to chastise his partner for about the third time.

“What now?” Marnie exclaimed with a huff, crossing her arms petulantly over her chest.

“You’re not hitting your mark!” Nathan groaned, gesturing to the taped off X on the middle of the stage. “How am I s’posed t’make yeh disappear if y’don’t hit your mark?”

“I don’t know! Does it really matter that much?”

This wasn’t the first time they’d ended up in a shouting match either. It seemed over the past few days, since you’d started, there’d been trouble in paradise, the two constantly picking at one another.

“I need a break, I’m gettin’ a fuckin’ headache,” Nathan groaned, walking off the stage and you hurried after him.

“Can I get you anything?” you asked and Nathan pulled his hand from his face to look up at you.

“An aspirin?” he asked, a pathetic note to his voice before covering his eyes again as he slumped back in his chair. Shaking your head ruefully, you went to go grab a bottled water and some aspirin, holding them out to him.

“Here y’go, drink up,” you prompted, watching him pop the pills in his mouth and down them with a swig of water.

“Thanks,” he muttered, eyeing you askance and you smiled— it was probably the first time he’d actually thanked you for anything.

“No problem,” you murmured. “Can I ask you something?” you wondered after a moment, your curiosity getting the better of you. You knew he was probably going to tell you “a magician never reveals his secrets” or some other bullshit line, but you had to ask anyway.

“Hmm?” Nathan prompted, his eyes still closed.

“How do you make it all look so real?” you asked, a hint of awe in your voice and Nathan’s eyes opened as he straightened, fixing you with a smirk.

“That’s because it is all real,” he exclaimed grandly.

Snorting, you rolled your eyes. “Alright, keep your secrets then.”

“I’m serious!” Nathan insisted. He looked like he was gunna say more until the production manager called him back to the stage and he let out a heavy sigh, pushing out of his chair. “I’d love t’stay and chat, but duty calls,” he muttered, spreading his hands apologetically.

“Oh, but first… this is for you,” he said, stopping suddenly to turn, and with a flourish he held out a single red rose to you. “I didn’t know what your favourite flower was… or really how t’make anythin’ that isn’t a rose so…” he trailed off with a shrug and you took the flower, watching him walk to the stage in awe.

Turning, you found Deb watching you, rolling her eyes at the grin you quickly wiped off your face. However, once she left, you smiled to yourself, tucking the flower behind your ear.

Busying yourself with rearranging Nathan’s wardrobe rack, you lost track of what was happening on stage until an angry shriek filled your ears and you jumped, your head snapping up. Before you knew what had happened, Marnie was pushing past you, nearly knocking you over in her haste, Nathan hot on her heels.

“No, I’m done!” she exclaimed, stomping her foot in consternation.

“But Marnie, baby, c’mon!” Nathan pleaded, rushing past to follow her to his dressing room.

“You better go after them,” Deb groaned, running her hand down her face.

Not exactly wanting to eavesdrop, it was kind of unavoidable, however, as you stood outside the open door. Marnie was throwing her clothes into a suitcase in a huff.

“I can’t do this anymore! You said it was gunna be a cakewalk, but you lied!” she cried hysterically, her already nasally voice raising an octave.

“What am I s’posed t’do without you?” Nathan countered, trying to get her to stop.

“I dunno, get another assistant! How about her?” Marnie pointed at you, having caught sight of you standing by the door. “I’ve seen you flirtin’ with her!”

Nathan grimaced as he caught your eye, the rose he’d given you still tucked in your hair and you flashed him an apologetic look. “Marnie—” he tried again, but she brushed past him, her bags in hand.

“No, Nathan, we’re through. Don’t follow me!”

“You’ll be sorry!” he yelled after her before sweeping dramatically back into his dressing room. “Well, y’comin’ in or not?” he called when you hesitated.

“What, uhm, what was all that about?” you asked, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind you. Nathan already had a bottle in his hand and when he turned to face you, plopping down in his chair your brows rose in surprise.

Instead of the long hair you’d come to recognize on him he sported a mess of dark springy curls piled atop his head, and his facial hair was nowhere to be found, making him look nearly ten years younger.

“Oh, who knows? She’s always been fickle, but who needs her, right?” Nathan replied with bravado, waving his hand as he brought the bottle back to his lips.

“You-your face… you look—” you floundered and Nathan snorted.

“Different?” he scoffed, snorting. “Yeah, well, it’s fake.”

“But you said…”

Giving you a patient look as he sat up, he seemed to find your shock amusing. “Th’magic is real, but my appearance ain’t,” he explained. “I mean, clearly, I’m gorgeous, but d’yeh think anyone would pay t’see ‘The Great Nathan Young’ if I looked like this?” he asked, gesturing to his face.

“I dunno, probably. I think y’look better this way,” you added with a shrug, your words taking him aback and he gaped at you. “So, what’re you gunna do now?” you asked, quickly changing the subject, your face starting to warm at your admission.

Groaning, Nathan deflated in his chair. “I’ll have t’find another assistant t’take Marnie’s place, and fast, opening night is tomorrow and if we have to postpone… it’ll be a disaster.”

“It can’t be that bad, can it?” you asked, trying to lift his spirits, but he merely gave you a flat stare before burying his face in his hands.

“I’ve got a lot riding on this show, if it flops... As a kid, all I ever wanted was t’be a magician and this show is my big break. I guess I could always go back t’do card tricks in casinos...” he sighed, the sadness in his voice tugging at your heart.

Trying to think of something to say, you awkwardly patted his shoulder, jumping when he suddenly sat up, his gaze lifting to you and you didn’t like the appraising way he looked at you.

“What…?” you asked hesitantly, although you could already guess what he was thinking.

“You could be my new assistant!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “You’re already familiar with the show and—”

“Oh, no no no,” you quickly protested, holding your hands up.

“Oh c’mon! You’d look stunning, and you’d be savin’ th’show,” Nathan argued. “D’you want me t’beg?” he asked, promptly dropping to his knees at your feet, only making your face flare hotter.

“That’s not—”

Before you could finish, he’d taken your hands in his as he gazed up at you entreatingly, his gorgeous green eyes getting the better of you.

“Alright, fine, but Deb’s gunna be pissed,” you groaned.

Instantly Nathan’s demeanor brightened, a grin stretching his face. “Leave that crusty old bat t’me,” he exclaimed, waving the thought away as he leapt to his feet, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you’d even realized it. “C’mon, we better get you into costume, we have a rehearsal t’finish!

——

As you’d feared, Deb was not happy about this new development, leaving her once again to Nathan’s whims as his main personal assistant, and grumbling under her breath, she led you to wardrobe.

“Let’s see how long you last!” she exclaimed as she left you to change. Holding up your costume, you eyed the scanty sequined outfit with reluctance. Sighing, you pulled the costume on and inspected yourself in the mirror. Though you weren’t usually very comfortable wearing something so revealing, you found yourself looking forward to Nathan’s reaction, touching your cheek where he’d kissed you.

“Wow!” he breathed, left stunned for a moment as his mouth fell open, his gaze taking you in. It wasn’t long, however, for his cocky demeanor to return, and he let out a low whistle before flashing you a cheeky smirk.

“See, told yeh you’d look amazin’,” he exclaimed, back in his wig and goatee, and you rolled your eyes; you really did like him better without that ridiculous get up.

Climbing up on stage with him, he walked you through each act and you were thankful you had at least some knowledge of what you were supposed to do after watching Marnie so many times. Up close and part of the action, the magic tricks seemed even more real and though you tried, you couldn’t quite figure out how he did it.

“Well, I think that went as well as can be hoped for,” the production manager exclaimed, a haggard look on his face. He, like Nathan, needed the show to go off without a hitch.

“Hey, you were great up there!” Nathan called, catching up to you as you headed back to the spare dressing room — yours, now — to change.

“Really?” you asked, kinda surprised; you’d felt like you’d just been fumbling your way through it.

“Yeah, you’re a natural,” he insisted, leaning against the wall next to your door and you rolled your eyes, fighting a pleased grin.

“So…” Nathan murmured, his gaze dropping as he leaned in closer, trailing his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Wanna come round t’mine tonight? I’ll help keep your mind off the pre-show jitters,” he offered.

For a moment you merely stared at him incredulously.

“We’ll get drunk, have a little fun—”

“I can’t believe you!” you exclaimed in disgust.

“What?” he asked, a confused frown pulling at his lips. “I’ve seen th’way you look at me when y’think on one’s watching. You want me,” he argued.

“So you think just because I took Marnie’s place that I’ll sleep with you too?”

“Yeah, why not? Y’know you want to,” Nathan countered.

Growling, you pushed past him into your dressing room. “And here I was starting to think you might not be a total prick!” You caught the surprised look on Nathan’s face before slamming the door in his face, and that at least made you feel a little better.

——

It was the night of the performance, opening night, and you felt like you were gunna be sick. You’d never done anything like this before. What if you fucked it up and ruined the show? Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you groaned, wishing you could relax when a knock at your door made you jump.

“C-come in!” he called, your voice wavering.

When Nathan’s head appeared around the door you directed him a flat stare. “What, you here to ask me for a quick shag before the show?” you sneered, trying not to think about how handsome he looked in his suit.

“No!” he exclaimed hastily, though he looked slightly guilty. “No, actually I just came t’check on you. I figured you might be a little nervous.”

“A little…” you admitted, your glare softening somewhat and Nathan offered you a smile.

“Just… don’t think about the audience. Focus on me,” he murmured. “You’re gunna do great,” he assured you before his eyes trailed downward and quickly back up. “You look stunning by the way,” he exclaimed, quickly ducking out the door before you could chuck something at him, leaving you flushed and slightly flustered.

“Prick,” you muttered under your breath, but the word held no heat.

Waiting in the wings, you felt stage fright wash over you afresh as you caught sight of how many people were in the audience. Your heart pounding in your ears, your breath sped up as your whole body felt rooted in place. How were you supposed to do this?

You have no speaking lines, you reminded yourself, taking a deep breath, then another. All you have to do is bring Nathan his props and look pretty. All you have to do is focus on him…

Suddenly the house lights dimmed and went dark, a hush going over the house.

“You ready?” Nathan’s voice in your ear sent a shiver through you, and you yelped softly as he pinched your ass. Before you could turn to smack him he disappeared with a flourish of the cloak he wore, appearing in the middle of the stage in a cloud of smoke for his grand entrance to a crescendo of music and applause.

For a moment you stared at where he’d been in surprise. You’d never been that close before when he did that, you always just assumed it was some sort of trick with a trap door, but now you weren’t so sure.

“Allow me to introduce t’you my very lovely assistant, [y/n]!”

Nathan’s lilting voice calling your name snapped you out of your thoughts and you nearly missed your cue, hurrying on stage to stand next to him, bowing low to the audience before hanging off his arm.

“Took your sweet time,” he whispered, his brows furrowing slightly. “Thought you got cold feet…”

“How’d you do that?” you hissed, still trying to wrap your head around it.

“I told you, it’s magic,” he replied with a smirk, turning back to address the audience. “For my first trick—”

After your first near miss, the rest of the show went off without a hitch and you were actually starting to enjoy yourself, thankful for the brightness of the lights overhead which kept you from really being able to see the audience that clearly.

“You ready for the big finale, sweetheart?” Nathan whispered, slipping his arm around you.

“I have a name, you know,” you reminded him, but there was no snap to your voice and he merely raised his eyebrows at you.

“Are y’ready for the big finale, [y/n]?” he amended, bringing a grin to your face though you tried to hide it.

“Yeah, I think so. Are you?” you asked. Even though you’d seen him perform this trick several times it still made you nervous.

“You know it,” he answered, a genuine smile splitting his face. “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were enjoying yourself,” he pointed out, nudging your arm.

“I am,” you admitted, hurrying back on stage before he could react.

——

“And now for my final performance of the night, I will be recreating a feat first done by Harry Houdini himself!” Nathan exclaimed grandly to the audience, throwing his arms wide. “Let’s see if I survive!”

“Please don’t say that,” you muttered, helping him shed his cape and fitting the straitjacket on him, securing his arms in place while dramatic music played.

“What, y’worried? I can do this in my sleep,” Nathan murmured, flexing his arms, testing his restraints.

“I’m not… worried,” you argued, stepping back to gesture toward Nathan with a flourish for the audience.

“You are, you’re worried bout me,” Nathan insisted, a smug grin on his lips. “I always knew you cared.”

Scoffing quietly, you didn’t contradict him as the hook descended from above.

“Now that I’m fully restrained, my lovely assistant is going to attach me to this hook where I will be suspended upside down over the stage while I attempt to free myself from my confines!”

The audience gasped.

“Good luck,” you murmured as you helped Nathan lay down on stage, attaching the hook to a rope tied round his ankles.

“I don’t need luck, I have magic, remember,” he countered, grinning coyly at you.

“Nathan—“ you sighed.

“Can I get a kiss for luck, if y’think I need it so badly?”

Rolling your eyes skyward, you bit your lip, bending over him to press your lips to his before pulling back.

“There, now I feel better,” he teased. “When I get back down will y’give me a proper kiss?” he asked as you gave the signal for him to be lifted.

“We’ll see,” you muttered, watching him as he slowly ascended into the air til he stopped, the spotlights training on him.

Holding your breath, you watching him struggle, squirming in the straitjacket, til just like the other times he’d practiced it, he finally freed one arm and then the other, wriggling out of the straitjacket and letting it fall with a thud to the stage below as the audience gasped.

It was when he fought to free himself from the ropes tying his feet together that it happened; he was reaching for the hook to hold onto when the last of the rope fell away too quickly.

You watched in horror as Nathan fell, his name on your lips, the scene unfolding as if in slow motion.

This was not how this was supposed to happen, but the audience didn’t seem to realize it wasn’t part of the show. As soon as he hit the ground at your feet with a sickening crunch, you fell to your knees at his side, a sob catching in your throat, time snapping back to normal even as the world around you felt muted, your pulse the only thing filling your ears.

The quickly spreading pool of blood beneath him had reached your knees now, but you didn’t care, pulling his lifeless body into your arms, stroking his curls away from his forehead, the glamour having faded away.

He’d been telling you the truth this whole time— it was all real...but so was this. How was he supposed to come back from this?

“Nathan, you idiot,” you sobbed, stroking his cheek. “Why’d you have to do something so foolishly dangerous? You should’ve been wearing a wire, just in case…”

You felt your tears fall hotly down your face, blurring your vision. “What am I supposed to do now? I was just starting to like you, you ass—”

“You were?”

At Nathan’s raspy voice, your eyes snapped open and your jaw fell as you found him watching you, a small grin playing at his pink lips which just moments ago had been alarmingly pale.

“Nathan, you’re—! How?” you gasped, quickly wiping at your eyes, blinking back your tears.

“Am I in heaven? Cause you must be th’hottest angel I’ve ever seen,” he joked, his lips twitching as his grin widened.

“Nathan!” you huffed, unamused, your lips quivering. “You fucking asshole, that wasn’t funny! You scared me half t’death!”

“Were you cryin’ over me?” he asked, tilting his head as he reached up to wipe at your damp cheeks. “Don’t cry, [y/n]. I’m alright,” he assured you, his gaze softening, touched at how much you cared.

“How-how did you do that?” you asked, thoughts of anything but the young man in your arms far away.

“Well, I’m immortal, so…” he shrugged as he sat up, wincing slightly.

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed, met with Nathan’s raised eyebrows.

“Is it? After everything else you’ve seen me do?”

“I guess not…” you conceded. “You’re still an ass though,” you exclaimed, helping him up to face the audience who applauded and cheered deafeningly.

“Yeah, but you still like me,” Nathan pointed out cheekily.

Opening your mouth to argue, you decided against it, too relieved that he was alive, that you had more time. Yanking him toward you, your mouths collided and he reacted instantly, his arms snaking around you as he dipped you low, kissing you back with a fervor that stole your breath, leaving you panting in his arms as he righted you.

“You wanna come back t’mine after the show?” he asked, watching you expectantly.

“Do you always go to these lengths to get laid?” you teased, even though you already knew your answer.

“Nope, you’re th’first I’ve died for,” he answered with a smirk that made you grin back. “Besides, I’m hopin’ it might be a little more than that,” he admitted as the curtain fell.

Searching his face for a moment you kissed him again. “I’d like that.”

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writesowhatnext · 4 years

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the teacher’s pet // neville longbottom

Summary: the reader visits their husband, Neville, at work

Request: Neville Longbottom but after the war, maybe being married and visiting him at hogwarts with your toddler?

A/N: this was so fucking cute I screamed also I wrote hagrids bit like a normal person but then I was like nope let’s be real here Hagrid has his own brand also I watched philosophers stone while writing this and oh boy Neville makes me cry

Reader: unspecified, parent

Warnings: children

“How was that, baby?” you asked, pleased to see your daughter’s smiling face cheerful despite the appariting. You sighed, releasing a shaky breath. “At least someone liked it.”

It seemed she was better at it than you were, you thought as you readjusted her in your arms and swallowed the bile that crawled up your throat from the process. She giggled as you shifted the gift bags in your hands and when you glanced at her, your chest tightened a little bit. She really was perfect. With her pretty green eyes and mop of dark hair, she had Neville written all over her face and you couldn’t help the way your heart soared as you looked at her.

“Come on then, darling,” you whispered, stroking her cheek with the back of your hand. “Let’s go find your dad.”

Walking through Hogwarts after so long was a strange experience. After the battle, they’d rebuilt all the fallen structures and the new and improved architecture of the school seemed foreign to you. Most of the hallways were familiar; at the back of your mind, you remembered running down them with Fred and George, sneaking off with Neville in the dark of night, silencing his worries with stolen kisses. You shook your head at the image of Ginny throwing a bat-bogey hex at Malfoy, a fond smile on your lips. There were so many memories that lingered in these corridors and one day your daughter would make her own. You were so wrapped up in your reverie you barely noticed the eleven-foot-tall man wandering down the corridor towards you.

“Y/N?” he said, drawing your attention away from the curtain you’d once hid from Filch behind, Neville’s grip eating into your hand with nerves. “Blimey, I thought that were you. Barely recognised yeh’-“

Hagrid stopped in his tracks as you turned around, your daughter taking a break from her goal of shoving her whole blanket in her mouth as she stared at the giant of a man.

“Now, who is this?” Hagrid asked, creeping closer and crouching down to make her less nervous. Your heart softened at the thought, even if he was still obscenely large and looming.

“Say hello,” you whispered, squeezing her leg lightly. The blanket dropped from her mouth as she grinned.

“Hello!” she squealed, reaching out to Hagrid with grabby motions. “Big man.”

He cooed as she barely managed to wrap her fist around his little finger.

“Oh,” he whispered. Tears filled his eyes. “She’s a beauty, she is. What’s ‘er name?”

You smiled, bobbing her up and down gently as you pushed a lock of hair from her face.

“Frankie,” you said. “After-“

“Neville’s dad, yeah,” Hagrid cleared his throat and pulled away, rubbing the tears from his eyes. “A great man was Frank Longbottom.”

He nodded solemnly. “How is he doing? And Alice?”

You paused, swallowing as you thought about the last time you’d visited Neville’s parents. It had been the same as the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before. It was always the same.

“They’re alright,” you said, an optimistic take on the situation. “As expected, I suppose.”

He nodded again before he straightened up, his eyebrows raising.

“You’ll be here to see Neville, won’t yeh’? It’s just turned lunchtime.”

You chuckled at him, biting your lip as you shifted the bags in your hand, remembering why you were there.

“Yes,” you said, watching Frankie with a small smile. “It’s this angel’s birthday today.”

“’Er birthday?” Hagrid thundered, earning a few grumbled murmurs from the portraits around you. “Well, in that case, yeh’ must get on; ‘ave to make sure she sees ‘er dad on ‘er birthday. You know where to find ‘im, don’t yeh?”

“He’ll be where he always is, Hagrid.”

You laughed again as he shooed you off, smiling as Frankie waved at him.

The walk to the greenhouses was a familiar one as you retraced the steps you’d made so many years ago; this time without the gaggle of students surrounding you, laughing and joking, but with your daughter in your arms, eating your jumper. You heard Neville before you saw him, his confused muttering carrying under the glass roof of the large room. A grin stretched at your cheeks as you finally saw him leaning over his desk, frowning deeply at a pile of essays on his desk. He looked up at you when a floorboard creaked underneath your foot.

“Hi, love,” he said absentmindedly, before returning back to his work, scratching away will his quill on the parchment. You smirked, treading closer.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, head darting up when he realised who was in his home away from home. “It’s you.”

“It’s nice to see you too, handsome,” you said, smiling as his chair scraped against the floor.

“Dada!” Frankie squealed, reaching out her pudgy little hands, her grin only widening when her father lifted her into his arms.

“Hello, little one,” Neville whispered, bobbing her up and down. He chuckled as she placed her hands on his cheeks, his eyes shining with an adoration that made your heart flutter.

“How’s my favourite husband doing, today?” you asked, setting the gift bags on the floor and kissing him on the cheek, moving to sit on his desk.

“I should hope I’m your only husband,” he said happily, tearing his eyes away from Frankie to look at you, the same adoring look in his eyes.

“You should be so lucky,” you said, grinning when he shot you a dry glance.

“I’m kidding,” you huffed, pecking him on the lips as he walked past. “What more could I ever want?”

You enjoyed the blush that spread over his skin, biting the inside of your cheek as he distracted himself by playing with Frankie, watching her tug on his finger. A strange longing filled your chest.

“How was she this morning?” he asked, turning to you again.

“Good as gold,” you said, waving your fingers at your baby girl. “Bit grumbly when I told her she couldn’t open anything yet, but when I told her that she’d get to see her daddy, she lit up like a Christmas tree.”

You brushed her hair from her face as he brought her closer to you, a wonderful pride flooding through him. “Didn’t you, baby?”

Her smile lacked teeth as she grinned a wide, wide smile, but that only made her cuter, her eyes lighting up like stars.

“Time for presents?” you said, looking more at Neville than Frankie.

“What a great idea,” he replied, the high-pitched tone of his baby voice making you laugh. “Isn’t that a good idea?”

The greenhouse was filled with giggles and coos as Frankie opened her gifts. Of course, for a toddler, paying attention to anything long enough to reveal it from a colourful casing was a chore. However, with you and Neville’s help and baby-talk encouragement, she ended up surrounded by brightly-coloured and outrageously noisy toys. She was perched in Neville’s large swivel chair, her little legs far too short to reach the edge and she looked unfairly adorable. Neville came up behind you as you leant your hip on the desk, watching her play. His arms circled your waist and he leant his chin gently on your shoulder.

“She’s a little princess,” he said softly, hugging you to him.

“She really is,” you said, rubbing your hands over his.

“I’ve missed her,” he tilted his head agaisnt your own. “And you.”

You hummed.

“Thank you,” he said, pressing his lips to your temple.

“What for?”

“Her.”

A peaceful silence fell between you as she swung one of her toys in her grip, the bright yellow rattle already dripping with saliva.

“Hey, Nev?” you asked, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. You hadn’t anticipated your words, but something about the moment and the longing pulling at your insides made the words tumble out.

“Yeah, love?”

“Do you ever think about having another one?”

“Another what?”

“Another kid.”

He stiffened behind you and you gnawed at your lip, already regretting your question.

“Are you for real?”

You exhaled sharply before turning to face him, preparing to retract your words, but surprised to see a smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I know she’s still so small, but she’s growing up so fast and wouldn’t she just make the best big sister? I know it’s-“

You were cut off when he pressed a long kiss to your lips, your mind drawing a blank as he turned you around in his arms, his hands settling on your lips.

“Yes,” he said breathlessly, the same youthful sweetness you fell for displayed all over his face. “A hundred times, yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You stared at him for a moment before the sound of something hitting the floor garnered both yours and Neville’s attention. You turned to see Frankie grinning at you, her face resting on her chubby fists and her elbows on her knees. She looked wise beyond her years as she stared back at you both and as she started clapping, a delightful shriek slipping from her lips, you convinced yourself that she’d somehow understood.

“Seems like she wouldn’t mind someone new to play with,” Neville said, smiling brightly.

You just looked at him, letting your hand fall against his chest before you pecked his lips once more. You had to agree.

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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Luck of the Draw

Summary: Anti’s up to his old tricks, it’s up to the Septics to stop him.

A/N: Saint Paddy’s Day is my excuse to have all the Septics in one story. Enjoy.

KA-THUD!

Anti awoke to the sound of a lightning bolt ringing in his ears. He had just reformed after running into Dark. In his defense, if he’d known Dark was more red than blue he would have kept a 40-foot pole in-between them.

There was a thunderstorm out now. Something that both thrilled and unnerved him. Thrilled because he partially fed off of electricity since he was a glitch demon, but it also unnerved because he . . . he had . . . he was . . .

It was probably unimportant anyways. If it was important he would have remembered it.

He buried the uncomfortable churning in his soul by tracking down Henrik. He always felt better after pissing off Henrik.

By the time he found them there was a lull in the storm and Henrik was with the other Septics. All six of them were seated around an outside café table. A couple of them had sandwiches, but everyone had various types of coffee.

Anti was moving before he was even sure what he was going to do to piss off Henrik. But he saw that Henrik was right under the edge of the mental awning of the café. There was still some water.

Marvin got the warning that Anti was nearby right before Henrik got a bucket’s worth of water right on top of him.

There was a glitchy cackle and Anti was leaning over the edge. Henrik wiped the water out of his face, turning in absolute fury to Anti and starting to shout at him in a mix of English, but mostly German.

Chase and Marvin looked a bit worried and upset, mostly because they’d been also hit by the water, but J.J and Séan were just watching them with different levels of amusement. J.J in particular calmly sipping on his tea in his chair. Unlike Marvin who got some water on him, J.J was in a perfectly shielded spot, which Séan could only stare in suspicion at since J.J had been very eager to go for that seat first. Robbie was just looking between everyone, clearly looking for some social cue. Usually he was good at it, but today he’d been having some problems and the two drastically different reactions from his teammates were not helping.

Anti was just cackling, grinning at Henrik as he leaned on the edge of the awning.

Then . . . something struck him in the side of the head. It was a high caliber round but it struck Anti in the head and neck and if he’d been possessing a body the shot would have killed it. Since he wasn’t, his aura just devoured the bullet and Anti’s whole body glitched.

Immediately he froze and started looking around for the assailant. Someone had pissed on his fun and he wasn’t going to let that slide.

Eventually his eyes landed on a shooter standing in black and Anti recognized him instantly, “Brody, yer kid’s gettin’ a new face.”[1]

The glitch demon shot off towards the rooftop and Paddy, Chase’s eldest son, dropped his rifle for a handgun and once Anti was close enough shot him point-blank in the chest.

This round however wasn’t a bullet, it was an EMP dart that jolted through Anti’s body and he was out. The round wasn’t enough to discorporate the demon, only stun him.

Paddy looked inordinately pleased with himself and was about to stomp on the demon’s face when a dart hit him in the arm and he froze, confused. His arm was already feeling numb.

The confusion caught the young sniper off guard at exactly the wrong moment when gas was shot in his face and dropped him. A magical barrier drawn around Anti and shielding him from magical or human eyes.

Paddy woke up while he was being dangled off the edge of a building, Anti holding him by the collar of his shirt, magic keeping him from dropping . . . for now.

The young teen let out a farther undignified, terrified squeak.

“Yeh[2] awake?” Anti cackled. “Good. This’ll teach yah ta mess with me.”[3]

“Give him here Anti!” Marvin flew over, magic at his fingertips. Jackie zipping up behind the demon, J.J and Chase following behind the speedster. Robbie and Henrik who were at the foot of the building braced to catch Paddy or intercept Anti.

“Give me back my kid!” Chase ordered.

“He shot me in the face!” Anti spat.

“Why do yeh care? Yeh can’t get any fookin’ uglier.”[4] Marvin dared.

Anti hissed at Marvin.

Chase took a step closer and Anti threw Paddy over at the sharpshooter. “I fookin’ see him again, an’ he’s dead.”[5]

“Yah[2] okay?” Chase asked his son as Anti disappeared in a flash of pixels.

Paddy pushed himself away in anger, “I had him!”

“Why were yeh goin’ after him?” Chase demanded as Paddy collected his things and started putting them away. J.J was standing off to the side of the roof, close to the corner and just watched the group as everyone left the roof and Paddy stomped off to get away from Chase.

Back up at the roof the Septics had been on Anti was still lying where he’d been dropped. It didn’t take him long to get back up but by then the storm was rolling back into the area.

Anti was pissed, he was going to find that kid and take his fingers.

When he got up, there was someone on the roof with him. It was dark but Anti could still see and he was out for blood.

He moved forward and suddenly the other person was right in front of him and punched Anti in the face.

The glitch demon hissed at his assailant. The figure stood against him, rain falling off the sleek black suit, a silvery-brass spade symbol on the front.

Anti couldn’t detect a scent, he couldn’t see an aura, but something in him absolutely hated this individual. The glitch demon was letting out a low growl, accented by the lightning around them.

There was a stray bolt of lightning that crashed down dangerously close and when the blinding light cleared there were four almost identical people standing against Anti. The only difference between the suits was that a different card suit sat on their chests. Spade, Hearts, Diamond, and . . .

“Hello Anti,” Clubs greeted, the distorted voice covering up anything that could be used to identify the individual.

Anti summoned his knife, “I want fook all ta do with yeh so back off.”[6]

“No one needs to get hurt today,” Clubs reminded. He motioned to Spade. “My friend here is an expert on both tech and glitch demons. We could have killed you at any time.”

“I don’t like yeh[2] freaks,” Anti snarled. “An’ I don’t like bein’ told what ta do.”[7]

Spade pressed something on his arm panel and something in Anti’s form felt like it was being twisted. He screamed and his form started floating.

Clubs magically shuffled the deck, cards floating in the air until the whole deck disappeared to six cards. The aces of spade and diamond, the jacks of clubs and heart, and two jokers. Each had faces on them. Each face in order was Logan, J.J, Chase, and Ethan. With Marvin and Nate on the jokers. “All we need is for you to keep your eyes on them and tell us where they are. If you want to fight them or ignore them otherwise, we don’t care.”

“I think yah all should just go fook yerselves,”[8] Anti dared.

“You either assist us or this is the last conversation we have,” Spade threatened.

Anti let out another violent hiss, glitching even more than before in his anger.

“Now, now,” Diamond chuckled, the tone a little lighter than the other two, a slight grainy tone to the distortion. “There’s no need for threats.”

“You know there is,” Spade retorted. “He will answer to nothing else.”

“Why don’t yah go an’ fook a band ‘a needles, then?”[9] Anti flipped him off.

Spade took a step, his hands turning into long spikes. “You’re all bluster and no substance.”

“Spade,” Diamond warned.

“Yeah Spade,” Anti baited, “why don’t yah listen ta the bastard holdin’ yer leash?”[10]

That electrical jolt passed through Anti’s form, feeling like it was trying to rearrange his insides. Anti collapsed to the ground, trying to fight the screams and Spade walked over to slam one of his spikes into Anti’s shoulder, the pain ripping through the glitch’s soul, making him scream.

Right before the pain could discorporate Anti’s form, Spade backed off and it stopped, the aftershocks rippling through the glitch demon.

Something was thrown in front of Anti’s face and spade commented, “Well leave you some time to think on it.”

When Anti picked his head up the four figures were gone. The object was Henrik’s hospital ID and something in Anti absolutely boiled with fury.

Threatening him was one thing he couldn’t tolerate.

Threatening Henrik was another. Henrik had nothing to do with them.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do to make them pay but he did know that it wasn’t going to be quick. Anti was going to make them bleed.

And he certainly wasn’t going to help them find anything.

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Accessibility Translations

1. Brody, your kid’s getting a new face.

2. You

3. Good. This will teach you to mess with me.

4. Why do you care? You can’t get any fooking uglier.

5. I fucking see him again, and he’s dead.

6. I want fuck all to do with you so back off.

7. And I don’t like being told what to do

8. I think you all should just go fuck yourselves

9. Why don’t you go and fook a band of needles, then?

10. why don’t you listen to the bastard holding your leash?

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miraefmdarchive · 3 years

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headcanon #001: opinion on silhouette’s title tracks

word count: 1,066 words.

bad girl, good girl: this was the start of everything for mirae. she wasn’t in a position to be turning her nose up at her debut song when she was so thankful to be debuting in the first place, but she was lucky to enjoy the song and concept. it was very much deserving of its song of the year award and all of its other record-breaking achievements, in her humble opinion. it’s one of her favorite songs silhouette has released to this day.

breathe: musically, it’s really catchy and she can acknowledge that, and she also enjoyed dancing it. it was a challenge of stamina and mirae likes to challenge herself. the music video and styling are far from their best, though, and she doesn’t really mind that they don’t perform it much at all anymore.

goodbye baby: this might be the first song silhouette released that felt like something another group could have released to mirae, but it was and still is a bop.

touch: it’s the most forgettable musically of silhouette’s first few singles to mirae, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. it was the first release with mirae as an adult and it was probably one of the first steps in her becoming comfortable with a sexier stage persona.

i don’t need a man: by this era, mirae had come into feeling really comfortable on stage and she got to have a lot of fun performing this song because she wasn’t in her head as much as she was for earlier releases. it’s not exactly the height of actual feminism, but it was fun for what it was.

every night: another song mirae was in love with musically. they tried something different with the music video, too, having more of a fantasy storyline than they’d gotten to do before. mirae really loved performing the choreography for this song because it was sexy but not too strenuous to sing live and wishes they performed it more now.

hush: if mirae could request that they perform one title track at every performance they do for the rest of their careers, it’d be hush. she really feels herself whenever they perform this song and also believes its one of their best musically.

mr. ambiguous: this was a new sound for silhouette and put more of a focus on their vocals. it’s honestly wasn’t one of her favorite eras at the time because she was coming to find her shine in sexier concepts like every night and hush and mr. ambiguous was different from that. it’s a good song, though.

up & down: she really doesn’t dislike any song silhouette has ever released, but up & down is one of the few she got truly tired of. it was so trendy for a while that it felt like a requirement for every performance they did for a large remainder of their careers up to today. it just isn’t her favorite song or choreography.

piano man: she likes the darker, noir, jazz concept of this one more than the previous two releases. it didn’t bring much of a challenge in the choreography department, which was unfortunate, but she likes the particular brand of sexy this song encompasses.

only you: this period of silhouette’s career is a lot of “it’s okay, but not the best” for mirae. the b-sides on this mini-album were better than the title track to mirae, especially love song. it’s one of their poppier releases, and mirae feels it didn’t stand out much from other girl group releases around the same time.

ah yeah: a lot of people pointed out musical similarities in this to up & down (and its use of horns isn’t completely different from only you either), but mirae likes this song a lot more. the song, the music video, the styling, the choreography. they were all a step up from up & down for her.

um oh ah yeh: the music video for this song is bad and that ruins a lot of the fun mirae had performing the song itself.

hot pink: not the most groundbreaking song they’ve ever had, but mirae enjoyed this era a lot more than several of the ones before it. it was a return to a type of concept mirae loved performing the most.

l.i.e: mirae thinks she looks great in this music video. the song itself was fun, too. it’s the kind of song she doesn’t think she’d pick when she makes a solo debut, but that makes it all the more fun to explore in a group setting.

night rather than day: a good song that was fun to perform, but not ultimately their most memorable release.

ddd: mirae’s opinions on this are pretty similar to her thoughts on l.i.e.

lady: the 90s concept was something new for silhouette even after eight years of their careers and she appreciated they could show they could still take on new concepts instead of letting their image grow stale, but it’s just not her favorite comeback and the public seemed to agree.

i love you: this was the right mix between sexy and fun to mirae and she loved the amount of suits she got to wear for this comeback period.

me&you: this one lands in the lower part of mirae’s silhouette title tracks ranking, but that doesn’t mean it’s actively bad. she truly doesn’t believe any title track they’ve released is straight up bad, but there’s a reason this is one of the last songs that comes to mind when people think of silhouette.

sixth sense: honestly, she loved this one. the whole revolutionary, high concept design of the comeback. the song and performance both stand out for their own reasons, but the whole era confirmed for her that when she goes solo, she wants to focus on concepts and performance over anything else.

cleansing cream: their first true ballad comeback, it was fine and mirae gives it credit for letting them show off their vocal prowess, but she can only rank songs without choreography so high on her list before they hit a wall.

you’re the best: it was fun to film. though she’s still partial to releases like sixth sense over the brighter feeling of you’re the best, she does like that they don’t stick to one thing and can be successful across a variety of concepts even after all this time.

#( * headcanon. )#( * character development. )#kill bill will be one of her fav eras as it should be

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artnerd1123 · 4 years

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A Familiar World

Coffee ——————————————

Following the move in, things are still a little tense in the apartment. So Aiden decides to try and get on Journal’s good side. What better way to do so than with coffee?

The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.

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At long last, it’s another chapter!!! I’m following the dialogue bits in “warming up,” and this was inspired by the second and third sets there. Gotta get these roomies on track to friendship. I got this finished in 2 days, but it’s been in existence for awhile, so! I’m glad to finally get it out here lskdjfs. Hope y’all enjoy!

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Coffee. Black as pitch, with just a touch of creamer. Not the expensive stuff, mind you. Just what one can get from a certain widely known coffee farm. Rindbell, if a familiar remembered right. And the creamer comes from the same place. Make sure it’s warm and well mixed. Keep it ready for breakfast, noon, and night. Anytime is a good time for this coffee. It’s a comfort, an energy source, and a favorite all wrapped into one. Easy to tell, as it’s what’s filled a skittish sorcerer’s cup for a few weeks now. Enough was gone that he was running dangerously low. The gentle scrape of fingers on the bottom of a can had greeted the apartment consistently for a couple days. And the sorcerer? Well, he wasn’t saying anything. His name might’ve been Journal, but he wasn’t about to be an open book. And he’d already established how he didn’t want his roommate worrying about him at all. “I’m headed to do some apartment shopping,” Aiden had said, a few days earlier. Journal had barely spared him a glance. It was one of the few times Aiden caught the sorcerer out of his room. He’d been making coffee, of course. The questor himself hadn’t touched the coffee maker thus far. It was one of the agreements they’d silently come to. Journal had the coffee machine. Aiden didn’t use it. That was how things were. So far. … And Journal didn’t seem to have picked up Aiden’s hint. He decided to be a little more direct. “... Do you... want anything? While I’m out?” Aiden ventured. Journal had fixed him with a withering look. “I don’t need you buying anything for me,” he replied tersely. Aiden quirked a brow, holding up his hands. “Alright. That’s fine. Just… figured I’d ask.” “... Whatever.” And so he hadn’t gotten anything. But now, with Journal’s stash coming to an end, the situation had changed. The sorcerer was twitchy and out even less. Cleary, he was trying to save what he had left. He didn’t want to ask for more, either. But he needed it. Aiden wasn’t about to let Journal go without it. He didn’t need to know his roommate well to see how big of a deal the drink was. And maybe. Just maybe. He could finally get on his good side.

Aiden was up early. He usually was, but it was especially important today. He had errands to run, and his roommate wasn’t one who liked to sleep in. Pulling his cloak around his shoulders, he cast a look around the living room. It was barely deserving of its name. The curtains were drawn, barely letting the sun’s first rays inside. The bookshelf was half full. All the novels that remained were shelved neatly. A news scroll was the only thing on the coffee table. One of the armchairs remained utterly untouched. If he hadn’t been sitting on the couch reading last night, he would’ve sworn the place was still waiting for its tenants. It was… discouraging. But he wasn’t going to give up. Not yet, anyways. “You ready to go, Roo?” the questor called quietly. There was an answering meow from the hall. The indigo cat familiar came into sight a moment later. Rubbing at his eyes, Roo yawned loudly. His patched cloak hung loosely around his neck, and his tail dragged against the ground. It was leaving a little paint trail as he made his way to his originator’s side. He sort of just… stood there. Blinking sleepily. “... mnnh… yeah,” Roo mumbled. “... les… lesgo…” Aiden chuckled softly. The familiar was always droopy in the mornings. “C’mere, roodle doodle,” he said gently, taking his paw. “We won’t be out long.” “Wha’eveh yeh say, dad…” Aiden let Roo out first before locking the door behind them. He had no doubt that his roommate would be fine if he didn’t, but the younger sorcerer preferred a locked door. Hopefully that would change sometime. I’d love having visitors over someday. For now, though, they were off to the store. Down the steps and out the front doors they went. Roo woke up more once they were outside. His tail twitched anxiously, and his ears pressed back against his head. He was walking as close to Aiden as he could manage. Aiden gave him a few reassuring pats. The kitty’s nerves were nothing new. The area was still unfamiliar, after all. “Not far to the store,” he hummed. “And we’re only picking up a few things.” “... ‘s theah gonna b-be… um… a l-lotta people…?” Roo whispered, eyes flicking from place to place. “Probably not. We’re up early enough to miss most people, but late enough for stores to be open,” Aiden explained. “... mnn… okay…” Roo took a couple shaky breaths. The tension slowly eased from his shoulders. “... okay. W-we got this.” “That’s the spirit bud…”

Shopping indeed went quickly. It took a little to find Journal’s preferred coffee, but Roo’s excellent memory had come in handy. Nothing like a detail oriented familiar to remember exactly what labels look like. Aiden also snagged a couple other things while they were out. Biscuits, for roo, and some veggies, for dinner that night. But that was neither here nor there. The purchase that mattered was the coffee. And what mattered now was getting home on time…

The originator and familiar found themselves on their doorstep once again. Aiden fumbled around in his belt pack for the key, grumbling under his breath. He still wasn’t used to keeping track of such things. At least he could manage holding a grocery bag and biscuit box in one arm. “Did yeh drop it?” Roo asked, brows furrowed as he shifted a bag of coffee and carrots in his arms. “I-I don’ see it on the floor out heah…” “No no, I’m sure I have it,” Aiden sighed, checking his cloak pocket. “I distinctly remember putting it away. What a time to remember my organization skills are lacking- ah!” His fingers closed around the small bit of metal, drawing it out. He gave Roo a wink as he stuck it in the lock. “Good thing my memory’s not as cluttered as everything else, eh?” The comment drew a giggle from the paint cat. Aiden nudged open the door, and Roo went scampering inside. Though Aiden held his breath going in, a relieved sigh was the only thing that came out. He could hear some noise from down the hall, but that was alright. The living room was empty, as was the kitchen, from what he could see. Aside from Roo and himself, that is. Good. They’d made it in time. “Take the coffee to the kitchen, bud,” he called softly, throwing his cloak onto the rack. “Already on it!” Roo chirped. He quickly skittered into the kitchen, his originator right behind him. Aiden busied himself putting away the other groceries as Roo climbed cabinets for the coffee container. He made sure to keep an eye on the kitty, though. All he had to do was dump the bag into the tin. But still. Roo was small. And the cabinets were high up. Plenty of opportunity for things to fall on him- or the kitty himself to fall. The sound of coffee beans gently clinking against metal rang out soon enough. From Roo’s little “mrrp!” it was louder than he’d expected. And… did it mask the noises in the hall? Or had they stopped? Aiden snuck a glance out the kitchen doorway as the beans’ clinking slowed to a stop. For a moment- just a moment- he thought he saw someone looking out from the hall. But his glance was over in an instant, and he’d nearly dropped a bag of celery. The questor sighed to himself as he got it set back in the cold cabinet. Hopefully what he saw meant their roommate would join them for breakfast. Turning back to the kitchen, he saw Roo half hanging out of another cabinet. The sight made him snort. Whatever he was digging for, he had several boxes on the verge of tipping onto the floor. He crossed the room quickly. “What’re you up to over there, bud?” Aiden chuckled, lifting him out. “I’m gettin breakfast!” Roo mewed indignantly. He crossed his arms, pouting as he hung in Aiden’s grasp. “I’m gonna have some’a the marshmella cereal!” “You sure you need sugar first thing in the morning?” Aiden asked, one brow raised. “Oh, c’mon! It’s not like I’m askin fer catnip!” Roo huffed. “Mmh… Fair enough,” Aiden nodded. He set him down gently, chuckling as Roo beamed. “Go have a seat. I’ll get it. You nearly knocked everything out of here just trying to get the box.” “Yeah, well, there’s no stools on the counter.” “Also fair.” Aiden shook out some cereal and marshmallows into one bowl for roo, and some cornflakes into another for himself. A snap or two left a milk bottle in his hand, and he poured some milk into the two bowls. He stuck a spoon in each before turning around again. It was when he carried them to the table, though, that he noticed someone standing in the kitchen doorway. Journal. He didn’t look any different than usual. Dark clothes, bright leggings, carefully smoothed and dutifully styled hair, pulled back in a ponytail. Though he still managed to look somewhat disheveled. It was probably the raccoon’s mask of sleeplessness on his face. The sorcerer seemed to hover where he was, uncertain about coming in. With the way his eyes flicked from the originator and familiar to the rest of the room, Aiden could tell he was still nervous. That was fine. He just gave him a gentle, warm smile, as he always did. “Good morning Journal,” he hummed, setting the bowls on the table. Roo gave a quiet thank you before waving at Journal. “N-nice to see yeh again...” Roo said softly. “... yeah. ‘Morning...” Journal mumbled. “... you too…” There was a beat of silence as they all looked at each other. Then the two turned to their cereal as their nervous roommate crossed the room. They’d give him his space. And if he didn’t feel like talking more, that was ok. Didn’t make the silence any less awkward, but still. Aiden couldn’t help but sneak a glance or two at Journal as he reached for his coffee container. Taking it down, the younger sorcerer fumbled with it. A look of surprise flitted across his face. Seems he hadn’t been expecting the weight. He set it down carefully, his surprise turning to bafflement once he took the lid off. It was filled to the top with coffee beans. Across the table, Roo was hiding a smile. Aiden hid one of his own. He’d wait for Journal to say something, though. Sure enough, he spoke up. “... did… did you… get me more coffee?” Journal asked hesitantly. “Hm? Oh, yes.” Aiden looked up before nodding. “I grabbed some while Roo and I were out this morning.” “... huh…” Journal eyed the coffee beans for a moment. Reaching in, he pulled out the freshly emptied bag. It brought a whole new layer of delighted confusion to his gaze. “Wh- how- how’d you know what brand of coffee I like???” “You drink enough that I figured you’d like black,” Aiden shrugged. “... that, and Roo saw the label. He helped me pick the right brand.” Roo chuckled timidly when Journal looked at him. Journal blinked, silent for a moment. “... oh. Well. Uh. Thanks,” he said haltingly. “No problem,” Aiden smiled. Journal gave him a small smile in return as he went back to his coffee making. The silence that followed was different than earlier. This was less tense. More… companionable. Just the quiet sounds of morning breakfast time with three roommates. It was… nice. For the first time, all three of them could admit to that.

When Journal finally had his coffee in a mug, Aiden and Roo were finishing up their cereal. “Good coffee?” Aiden inquired. Journal gave a small nod. “Good,” Aiden smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.” “W… will we see yeh again today…?” Roo piped up. He fidgeted with his paws, looking shyly hopeful. “Besides when you come for more coffee, that is,” Aiden joked gently. Journal was silent for a bit. Considering. He swirled his drink as he looked between the two. Eventually he shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. “Maybe,” he said. “Maybe.” Heaving a sigh, he started off towards the hall. “Depends how much work I get done today.” “F-faieh enough,” Roo sighed. “I-I hope that goes well…” “I’ll second that,” Aiden nodded. “Again, it was nice to see you, Journal.” Journal looked over his shoulder one last time as he stood before the hallway. “... yeah. You… you too,” he replied. “... thanks again.” “Not a problem, Journal.”

As Journal headed down the hall, Aiden and roo were still smiling. They’d done good this time. And, with some luck, AIden thought, I’ll get Journal out and about yet. For now… they had coffee. That was as good a start as any.

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shooter-nobunagun · 3 years

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Quarantine UST 10

//Aaaand we’re almost there, I guess! Alas for those of us in real life, it isn’t over, but hopefully I wrote something that was relatable and also entertaining.

I say ‘almost’, because truth be told, I thought I was gonna be able to wrap this up in 10 chapters, but when you start writing smut things automatically get longer XD;; so this chapter will be split in two.

Warning, NSFW (because let’s be real, the UST is what we’re all here for)

[Sio]: omg Asao-san I can’t believe it O_O

[Asao]: ?_? Did something happen?

[Sio]: we...actually did it...!! or okay not exactl y but some thing!!!!! shfiosadfheior sf hdaf h

[Asao]: ?? Wait what? Do what? Hang on, let me call you instead

The phone rang once before the sniper snatched it up. “Ohmygod Asao-san! I can’t believe it but we, we...”

“Are you alright Sio-chan?”

“Ah, iya iya, sorry—I’m fine, it’s nothing bad, it’s just...well...!”

“...Did something happen?”

Something happen? That was the understatement of the century. “Y-You could say that...it’s just...I’m still kind of in shock...”

Her friend made a disgruntled noise on the other line. “What happened Sio-chan? It wasn’t something bad, was it? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“R, Right...” Still, the sniper was hesitant; this was a pretty big milestone in terms of relationship progression, and it wouldn’t be a lie to say things had happened fairly quick. “It’s just...we did...that!”

“...That? What’s ‘that’?”

“U-Um, well, y-you know, like...” She squirmed in embarrassment, fidgeting with her sheets until they were wrinkled. “W, We...touched each other...! Like, down there...”

“Oh. I...see...”

“...Yeah. It just...kinda happened...”

“...Well, was it good?”

“Asao-san!! Really, that’s all you can say?!” Sio nearly screeched into the phone, her face a brilliant red but her friend couldn’t help but laugh on the other end. “Moou...”

“Sorry, sorry,” there was a pause as Asao caught her breath, “I’m not sure what more to say, except you probably wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t want to? But, it sounds like you enjoyed it?”

Now it was Sio’s turn to be flustered. “Y, Yeah...it...felt really good, actually...” she mumbled as her body flushed hotly. The roughness of his fingers, yet he was gentle and touched her with such finesse, despite his strength. “A-And I...rubbed his...you-know-what...and it actually was all hard, like everyone says it is...”

Asao’s light giggles floated through the speaker. “Aww, my Sio-chan is growing up! Well, congratulations on your first intimate experience! I hope it wasn’t too awkward or forced? It’d better not have been...”

“No no, he was really kind about it! Like, I mean okay, yeah it was kinda awkward, but...” As she recalled how she and Adam fumbled with each others’ bodies, trying to figure out what worked and what felt good, the sniper couldn’t help but smile. “But Adam...he really made sure I was comfortable with it first...and he’s so cute when he gets all nervous and stuff...” Sio giggled. “Whenever he blushes, it’s sooo cute; I can’t believe he’s Jack the Ripper.”

“Ah okay, well I’m glad to hear that. So I guess you two really are serious about each other, huh?”

“Ah...yeah, I guess so...” It’d always seemed obvious, but now that her friend brought it up, Sio wondered. Would it be okay to continue this relationship after they got back to DOGOO? Adam had made it pretty clear he was willing, but would it really be alright? “I mean, I hope so...though, I think we’re both in agreement to keep it on the down-low for now. At least until we can figure out how to...y’know, spill the beans. Or I don’t know, maybe everyone else will just figure it out eventually.”

“Sou sou. I think that’s a good idea,” said Asao. “Still, I’m very happy for you, Sio-chan. And I’m grateful you trust me enough to talk to me about this type of stuff. I know it’s probably really awkward for you...”

“A-Asao-san...” The sniper was touched by her friend’s sincerity. “Of, of course...if anything, I really should be thanking you for being such a good listener; honestly, I don’t think I could’ve made it through this whole time, much less with all these things going on, if you hadn’t been there for me...”

“Heheh, well that’s what friends are for, right? You’re always welcome to talk to me about anything, truly. Even if you think it’s something mundane or weird, trust me I won’t mind. I’m always happy to hear from you.”

“Mmn!” Sio wiped her eyes. A friend like Asao seemed almost too good to be true, sometimes. “B-But, yeah...I’m glad Adam and I were able to...er, do something intimate like that. Even though I was really embarrassed at first, and I don’t think either of us really knew what we were doing...it felt, comfortable with him. I wasn’t scared or anything.”

“It’s because you trust each other now, Sio-chan, I’m sure of it,” and Sio nodded at her friend’s words. “Well, I know you said you’re heading out of there soon, so hope you two can make the most of your time!”

In the beginning it seemed like forever until they could leave, but now, on the eve of their departure (pick-up was scheduled for tomorrow morning, just after breakfast), it seemed like it all passed in a blink of an eye. Sio looked at her half-stuffed duffel, groaning as she remembered she still had to finish packing the majority of her belongings before going to bed. Just before the group scattered after dinner, Adam reminded everyone that tonight was their final night in San Francisco, and to make sure they had everything.

‘I don’t know exactly when they’re arriving, but best be ready by then. I don’t want anybody suddenly remembering they left their phone or whatever when we’re halfway back to the Logan.’

Swinging her legs, she got off the bed and folded up the rest of her laundry, packing it neatly into her bags. As she smoothed the clothes in, she quirked a smile. ‘Heh, hard to believe when I first came here, I didn’t even know anything about laundry, and now I’m washing and folding my own clothes. When I go home, I’m sure mom will be surprised...’ Not just laundry; but also cooking, taking care of herself, making decisions on her own... Sighing, Sio felt that wave of nostalgia creep up again, only this time it was in anticipation of departing.

‘This place...sure was an experience, huh? I learned a lot of things...not just about myself, but everyone else...’

Sitting around the table and bantering about movies after dinner, or arguing over which restaurant was worthy of a return order. Fiddling with the ancient record player, and playing so many rounds of board games she lost track of how many they actually ended up playing... To her surprise there was an ache in her chest, as the sniper realized there might very well never be another time she would get to experience such a lifestyle. Even though these bonds and memories would last long after they returned to their base, it wouldn’t be the same. To live and get to know each other beyond comrades, and see her teammates as friends and family, and even more than that... Sure, the hovering threat of COVID-19 always stayed in the back of their minds, but overall, this had been a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

And Sio didn’t want to trade anything for it.

Finally stuffing the last of her clothes in except for her uniform, she glanced around the room one last time. With most everything packed away, it was finally (almost) as neat as the day they’d arrived; when Adam first visited her, she could see the way his eyebrows raised at the way her clothes were flung haphazardly across pieces of furniture; her belongings just strewn all over the tables and chairs. Especially when it contrasted with the spic-and-span appearance of his room.

“Huh, I wonder if he’s done already? Knowing him, probably.” The sniper glanced up at the attic staircase, where the door was shut. Luckily the temperatures had cooled again to a more reasonable range, otherwise Sio had a feeling Adam might’ve actually taken up her offer to sleep in her room. Not that she would’ve complained. Gingerly she crept up the stairs, gently knocking on the door. “Adam? Are you there?”

“If you’re looking for Adam, I think he’s still in the shower,” Sio whirled around at Jess’ voice. “Last I saw, anyway. Did you need something?”

“Oh, Jess-san...not really, I guess I just...feel kinda restless.” The sniper hopped down the stairs to the landing, where her blonde teammate was toweling her hair off. “So you’re packed and all that?”

“Pretty much; I didn’t bring that much to begin with, and you know how Adam is about being punctual.” The two shared a laugh at that comment. “So, any plans for our last night in this quasi-house arrest?”

“Uh...not really. I’ve just been packing up and making sure I haven’t forgotten anything. What about you?”

“Me? Well, likely nothing special; mostly just taking in the view, enjoy sleeping in a real house one last time. You know, the small things.”

Sio nodded. “Yeah...heh, it’s weird to think that tomorrow, we’ll be going back to being e-gene holders and all that stuff.”

There was a warm hand on her shoulder, Sio looking up in surprise at Jess’ thoughtful expression. “This time we spent together here...it’s something special, isn’t it? Of course, I think everyone would agree it would be best if this pandemic didn’t happen in the first place, but I think this proves, that even in times of crisis, there are good things to be gained.” Giving the sniper one last pat, the blonde went off to her own room.

As Jess suggested, the bathroom door was indeed closed when Sio passed by. Remembering that embarrassing incident right on their first night, she made sure to knock quite loudly this time, instead of just barging in. “Um, Adam? Are you in here?”

“Yeh? What’s up, Sio?” A second later the door creaked opened and her now-boyfriend stuck his wet, shaggy head out. “Sorry, did you need t’ use the loo?”

“Ah, no it’s not that; I just, was kinda looking for you, and Jess said you were probably still showering...”

“Well, I’ll be done in a minute, if you don’t mind waiting. And no, I’m sorry but you can’t peek this time,” he teased, Sio stuttering and blushing as she flattened herself against the wall.

“So, did you need something?” Adam emerged in a cloud of steam, still running his fingers through his damp silver locks. “You all good to go for tomorrow, then?”

“Yeah, pretty much...um, sorry to bother you and all...”

Adam shook his head. “It’s not a bother, love. Anyway, did you want to do something, or...?”

At that question Sio turned a bit pink. Perhaps it was too much to ask, given that they would essentially be thrown back into the fire tomorrow, but then again maybe that was why now was a good time to just ask. “Um, I was just wondering if we could...kinda like, hang out and chill before bed or something. I-I mean, we don’t have to do anything like watch a movie or play games, b-but just, uh, I figured since this’ll be our last night here I just wanted to...spend some time with you...”

“...Why do you have to be so bloody adorable?” Sio only barely looked up in time before she was folded into his embrace; the sniper eagerly burying her face against his broad chest and enjoying his clean, just-out-of-the shower scent. “I’d love to, Sio. In fact, I was kind of hoping we’d be able to spend some more time together, before duty calls and all that. So, where do you want to go? My room? Or yours? Or would you rather just sit around in the den?”

“A-Actually, I...kind of like your room. I know you said it gets stuffy, but...well, maybe it’s because attics are rare in Japan, but I dunno, it’s kind of cool,” she said shyly, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “I think it’s cozy.”

Adam raised an eyebrow in amusement, but nodded. “Sure, if you’re alright with it. Lucky for you it’s not as beastly as it was yesterday...”

“Well, if it’s too hot, you’re always welcome to...share my room...” Sio mumbled, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “I don’t mind...”

“Oh love...” Sighing, he scooped her into his arms, Sio squeaking a bit. “It’s alright. I appreciate the offer, but it seems tonight’ll be bearable. Of course, if it does turn out to be too much...I’ll keep it in the back of my mind.”

He winked, and Sio blushed. They slowly ascended to the attic, which was a lot sparser than it already was: most of Adam’s belongings were neatly packed into a standard-issue duffle, alongside a sturdy backpack that presumably held his personal items, with only his uniform for the next day hanging neatly in front of the closet. The bed was, as usual, neatly made, and the only thing out on his desk was the laptop computer.

“Wow, so neat...” Sio couldn’t help but utter as they stepped in, Adam chuckling at her comment.

“Eh, it’s just my preference. Plus it’s easier to find things when they’re not scattered all over the place,” he glanced at the sniper, who was busy making herself at home on the covers. Not that he demanded she become a neat freak, but certainly, tidiness did not seem to be high on her list of priorities...

“Mm, hard to believe it’s all gonna be over tomorrow...” Sio sighed, suddenly feeling melancholy all over again as she snuggled against Adam’s pillow. “It feels...weird. Like, logically it’s nothing to be sad over, but still...I’ll miss it. I’ll miss...this.”

There were no words, not even when she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her into a warm embrace. It always amazed Sio how she and Adam went from constantly arguing with each other about the smallest details, to now where they could sense each other’s moods and thoughts.

“No one’s saying we can’t continue when we get back, you know.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but I meant more like...this. Y’know, just living together in a cool house, screwing around and playing video games, not having to worry about saving the world—well mostly...”

“Like a family, yeh?”

“...Yeah. Family...” Her fingers gripped his arm and Adam tightened his hold; Sio wished she could burrow herself completely inside him, even though he was already wrapped around her. It was an inexplicable feeling of wanting to literally be one entity with him; to melt and join until she didn’t know where she ended and he began. Nuzzling furiously, she squirmed and wormed her way to what felt like the deepest reaches of his arms—until her head rested firmly against his chest, the sniper curling into a tight ball against his entire body.

Well, that’s new. Adam raised an eyebrow as the girl suddenly began wriggling around, as if she wanted to hide away somewhere... Finally she seemed to be satisfied, snuggled against his chest with her head buried just below the crook of his neck. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he gently patted her back, the girl seemingly appreciating the soothing gesture.

“...Don’t fret, love. I’m sure this won’t be the last time we experience something like this. Even if it means waiting until the war’s over...that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.”

“Hmm...I want that, too...” The pets along her back were very relaxing, the sniper feeling herself drift off as she listened to his heartbeat. So warm...everything about him made her feel safe and sound, content to just stay like this forever. “Mmm...I wish I could just sleep like this...”

“...Well, if you do want to, we can,” Adam replied quietly, not wanting to disturb her peaceful state. Even though the thought of sharing a bed with her still made him a bit nervous (if only because he was worried about whether or not he could control himself), something told him to not squander what opportunities they had left. “I mean...if you really are comfortable with it, then I don’t mind. After all, it is our last night here; might as well make the most of it.”

That woke the sniper out of her nap. “E-Eh?? R, Really...? I-I mean I didn’t mean anything serious by it; just, um, that...” But that wasn’t really true, was it? “Well...I, I’m sorry for imposing on you all of a sudden...but if you, you’re okay...th, then, I’d...I’d like to.” Then, as if finally realizing what she said, the sniper turned beet red and dove back into his chest again, Adam laughing all the while.

“Sure. Then, if you don’t mind letting go for just a couple of minutes so I can set the bed up properly...” He cleared his throat slightly and Sio unwound her arms with a nervous laugh. “Don’t worry; when we’re all settled in for night, you’re welcome to use me as a body pillow.”

The sniper blushed and hugged a regular pillow as she stood to the side, while Adam spread out additional blankets and smoothed out the sheets.

“Alright, you’re welcome back on now.” Adam patted the blankets and Sio shyly scooted underneath, still flushing pink as she realized they were about to spend their first night.

Together.

‘Calm down Sio, and get your mind out of the gutter! We’re just going to sleep like regular people, not do like, like...that...’ Indeed, if anything it seemed like Adam was quite calm about the whole situation, now leaning back against the pillows with what appeared to be a novel in his hands. Now she felt silly, as if she should have prepared something to wind down for the night as well. Unfortunately, Sio did not have the foresight to bring any books or whatnot, and so could only pull the covers up to her chin and lie there stiffly, wondering if it would be rude to ask Adam to turn off the lights too early.

Is she uncomfortable? Adam spared a side glance towards the girl, who was currently lying next to him as if she were in a coffin rather than his bed. Holding his novel closer to his face, he pretended to be engrossed in a particular line, instead of trying to cover his blush. Even though he suggested it, just knowing they were about to actually sleep—in the same bed—caused his heart to race, though he was better about not showing it compared to Sio.

‘Do something, you idiot! No doubt she’s feeling awkward about all this, and you’re just off doing your own thing.’

“Um, Sio? Are you comfortable enough? I can grab some more pillows or another cover if you’re cold?” He reached over and offered the girl an extra pillow, but she only shook her head, eyes averting his gaze as she pulled the blanket up even higher until just reached her nose.

“N, No...I’m okay, Adam.”

“Well, alright...just, let me know if you need anything, yeh?”

“Hai.”

The painful silence continued for a while longer, Adam attempting to read a few more pages of his book while Sio laid there, eyes staring at the ceiling even though she was quite tired.

“...Actually, Adam?”

“Yes, Sio?”

“...Do you mind turning off the light? I know you want to read, so I’m sorry—but it’s kinda hard for me to sleep when the lamp is on...”

Adam mentally slapped himself for being so insensitive. “Apologies; I should have thought about it or at least asked you. You must be right knackered, and you’re right—we should get some actual sleep.” Before Sio could say anything else he clicked it off, and Sio heard the sound of rustling fabric as he slid underneath the blanket.

“S-Sorry about that...I didn’t want to interrupt your book...”

“Nah; it’s not that important, I just like to wind down a bit before going to sleep. I’m sorry, next time I’ll read outside so I don’t disturb you.”

Next time? Sio’s heart gave a flutter as Adam casually mentioned it, though she tried not to read too much into it. ‘I highly doubt Command’s gonna like it if we keep sneaking into each others’ rooms when we get back...’

“...Thank you, Adam. I appreciate it...” Even under the cover of darkness, the sniper couldn’t help but be self-conscious about her blushing cheeks.

“You’re welcome, Sio. Well...good night, then. But don’t hesitate to wake me if you need something; I left the window open a crack for some air, but if you find it too drafty, go ahead and close it.”

“Mnm-hm. O-Oyasumi, Adam.”

Adam seemed to be taking all this in stride, as Sio heard his breathing slowly even out until she was sure he was asleep—or close to it, anyway. Alas for the sniper, while Adam preferred mundane activities such as reading to relax before bedtime, her own method was...a bit more, involved, so to speak. Especially as the object of her desires was literally lying right next to her, and although they weren’t touching he was close enough for to feel the heat that seemed to be emanating off of him. To Sio’s immense embarrassment, there was another part of her body that was heating up rapidly, as all sorts of kinky ideas started popping around her mind.

‘No, I can’t do that...! That’d be so wrong...masturbating while I’m sharing a bed with him...not to mention rude, to boot!’ Still, even as she tried to convince herself, another part of her brain was already casually thinking of ways to keep her little self-care activity on the down-low.

‘Maybe if I’m really quiet, and just go slowly he won’t notice...ah stop it Sio, you perv! What the heck are you thinking...!’ But the more she tried to squash those feelings, the stronger they bubbled up; before she knew it, a hand was already wedged between her legs, and with a few strokes the sniper resigned herself to obeying her hormones. ‘Jeeze...and they say guys are the ones who are totally horny all the time...I’m starting to think that’s not actually the case...’

Still, the sniper had enough sense to try and keep her movements to a minimum. The hardest part would be keeping quiet; most of the time she could swallow her moans or muffle them pretty well, but if she managed to hit a particularly sensitive spot... She forced her fingers to go slowly, keeping her legs shut instead of spreading them wide as she preferred. The pleasure didn’t build as quickly as it usually did, but soon enough she felt her panties becoming damp, and gingerly she slipped a finger inside to stroke her swollen clit. A moan surged forth but Sio managed to clamp her mouth shut just in time, instead breathing hard as the same finger rubbed back and forth, teasing her slick nub. A wild sort of thrill started running through her, replacing the fear she felt minutes earlier. ‘Maybe I really am some kind of pervert...getting all excited like this, masturbating in secret while trying not to get discovered...’

Next to her, Adam’s breathing remained even and relaxed. For one second Sio wondered what would happen if she woke him up and asked him to touch her, but quickly shot it down. ‘N-No, I can’t...he’d probably be disgusted, or get upset about being woken up...’ She got herself into this situation, so it was up to her to resolve it. Despite the restraints, Sio could feel herself edging ever closer; her insides were tightening up as she touched her clit, even sliding a finger in to let her walls convulse around something other than emptiness. As a precaution, she put one hand over her mouth, just in case. Sweat caused her t-shirt to cling to her body, Sio wishing she could fling the covers back, but that would wake Adam up for sure.

‘A-Almost, there...I can’t believe, I-I’m, actually gonna cum like this...!’

She gasped silently for air, breathing in great gulps to prevent herself from crying out. Now lying on her back, legs spread as much as she could without bumping into him while she fingered her slick hole, feeling the slippery juices run down her thighs as her thumb tweaked her sensitive clit that was about to send her straight over the edge...just a little more, another couple of tight circles and she could feel the sparks of pleasure as her body started twitching...

“...! Mnnmph...!” In an instant Sio felt her body pulling tight, her inner walls clenching down on her finger as she breathed hard into her pillow while she trembled. Hot liquid gushed out around her hand, her insides pulsing as the orgasm made its way through her entire body.

She lay there, letting her body calm down from the high while she strained to hear Adam’s breath. It still sounded the same, though who could actually say? Sio decided to not think about it too much and just feign ignorance. Like they say, out of sight, out of mind, right?

Unfortunately, in her post-orgasm haze, she forgot to be careful about spreading her limbs out and accidentally kicked him in the shins.

“Wha th—Sio? Is everything alright?”

“A-Ah, A-Adam I’m so sorry—” Mortified, she immediately pulled her hands out of her panties and desperately tried to wipe them on her pillowcase. ‘Eww, gross...!’

“‘S fine, it kind of comes with the territory...” Adam’s voice certainly sounded as if he’d been asleep, though Sio thought she detected some odd tremble or other. “Anyway...you alright?”

“Y, Yeah...sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt you...”

“No, you just...startled me.”

At least, that was putting it mildly. What Sio didn’t know was that Adam had most definitely not been asleep—not fully, anyway. Adam had always been a light sleeper, and now with the addition of his training as an e-gene holder, his senses were sharper than ever. So when he heard the sheets start rustling (very slightly), he thought nothing of it—until he realized there was a rhythmic pattern to it. At first he tried to ignore it; he was just imagining things, there was no way the sniper could ever think to do something as risqué as...touching herself, while they were sharing the same bed, could she? But the more he tried to will himself into sleep, the more he seemed to be able to hear; admittedly the sniper had done a good job in being subtle, and probably to anybody else it wouldn’t have seemed suspicious at all. But Adam was no ordinary human, and as he adjusted to the night sounds, he realized not only was she moving rhythmically, but there was a very slight ‘moist’ sound, along with a sudden deep breath every so often...

Oh yeah. Sio had definitely been masturbating.

As soon as that realization hit, Adam felt himself get very hot...and to his horror, his own erection started perking up. Cursing at his hormones, he had debated on whether he should pretend to snort or something to get her to stop, or just lie there in a sweet torture; hearing his girlfriend discreetly pleasure herself but unable to do anything himself.

Well, mostly anything. At the time, Adam’s reasoning was ‘well if she’s doing it then so can I’, but when he found his hands stroking himself, it took every ounce of self-control to not just turn over and touch her right there and then. So both of them just lay there, each pretending to hide their lust from the other while simultaneously wishing they could just touch each other instead. And now he was left with a rather painful hard-on, while Sio managed to somehow finish herself off.

“Well, sorry about that...good night...” Sio ducked her head underneath, sighing with relief. Luckily it seemed like Adam didn’t notice...though this whole deal made her realize that even something as normal as sleeping was drastically different when you were sharing a bed with someone else.

Just as Adam was debating about resuming his own activity, a pair of hands subtly slid around his waist, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. ‘Shit, I was the one who said she could cling onto me, too...’

“Mmm...you’re so warm...and comfy...” Behind him, he could feel Sio nuzzling against his back, her slender body nearly wrapped around him like an octopus. Normally, he would’ve welcomed such a gesture, but as it was, it was all he could do to pray and hope her hands wouldn’t touch that one very specific part of his body that was now literally stiff as a bone.

Unfortunately, it seemed Sio possessed a pair of wandering hands, and there was nothing he could do as he felt them gently brush against his torso, before they casually slid down and just brushed the tip of his erection.

He gulped.

Sio, meanwhile, froze the second her hands brush something incredibly hard and hot. ‘Oh crap...is this his...and it’s...!’

Both holders seemed frozen in place as this awkward situation developed. Adam could feel her heartbeat drumming against his back, just as surely she could feel his pulse while being nearly smothered against him.

‘Well Adam, what have you gotten yourself into now...’

#documentation #quarantine UST #//yeah i actually couldn't keep up my update schedule #//this was mostly due to being swamped for work

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Growing Pains. Part 25c (NSFW)

"Yeh. I've got a track upstairs. It makes the car jump and spin!" Paul explained excitedly.

Peter held his hand out to his brother, “Show me?”

"OK." Paul took hold of Peter's hand and led his brother up to the room he shared with Oliver. He moved the ramp slightly. "If I put it here then the cars hit Oli's head when he's asleep!" The youngster explained with a huge grin on his face.

“Paul, that’s not nice.” Peter shook his head fondly.

"Its funny though!" Paul laughed.

“Maybe so.” Peter smiled.

Paul set up the cars on the track to show Peter. "What did you get for Christmas?" He asked.

“I got some money and some new clothes.” Peter smiled, sitting on the floor.

"Cool." Paul laughed as the car hit Oli's bed.

“Paul, you should be nicer to your brother.” Peter laughed.

"You call Jake 'doofus'." Paul pointed out with a mischievous shrug.

“Ok, you’ve got a point.” Peter rolled his eyes playfully.

Paul continued to play for several minutes before he spoke again. "Is mum gunna be OK?" He asked quietly, not looking up from his toy.

“Yeah. What makes you think she won’t be?” Peter asked gently, trying to work out what was going on in Paul’s head.

"She keeps getting hurt."

“I know.” Peter kissed his little brother's head. “Are you scared?”

"She was fine when she went out yesterday and then she came back hurt. Can't she just stay here? Then she won't get hurt."

“Sometimes mum and dad’s job is scary.” Peter kissed his head again, “And they get hurt.”

"Why do they still do it?"

“Because they like to care for other people.”

"Like Holly cares for animals?"

“Yes.”

"I like Holly." Paul smiled.

“That’s good. I’m glad.”

"She's not icky like the girls at school."

“You’re too young to be looking at girls.”

"I don't look at them, they smell!" Paul replied, pulling a face.

Peter laughed.

"Are you and Holly gunna get married? All the girls at school like to play weddings but I run away when they try and make me play!"

“I’d like to get married one day.”

"I don't."

“When you’re a bit older, you’ll change your mind.”

Peter played with Paul and his car for ages.

Eventually Holly came upstairs to see where they'd gone. "You boys having fun?" She smiled.

Peter blushed as he looked up, “Yes we are.”

"The girls put a film on. Your mum was asleep within ten minutes and your dad was barely keeping his eyes open when I left to come up here."

“I don’t think they’ve slept much from their shift last night.” Peter replied.

"Yeh I imagine it was pretty busy there last night."

“Paul? Do you want to go and watch the film with your sisters and brothers?”

"Yeh!" Paul beemed, jumping up and running out the room.

Peter remained sat on the floor and held his hand out to Holly.

She took his hand and sat down next to him.

“Can you believe it’s been a whole year?”

"I know, it's gone so fast!" She grinned.

He kissed her gently, “Maybe this year we can start some new chapters together?” He placed his hand on her stomach and met her gaze.

"I'd like to get married first." She smiled, placing her hand over his.

“I know. And we will.” He smiled.

"I can't wait."

“Neither can I.”

"I want my mum to be at my wedding." She whispered.

“Your real mum?”

"Yeh."

“Then let’s start looking for her?”

"I filled out the request form for my file but I've been too scared to post it."

“Let’s do it together?”

"Its been in my bag since before Christmas." She admitted.

“Tonight on the way home, let’s post it?”

"O-ok." She smiled nervously.

There was a silence between them, Peter’s thumb stroking over the back of Holly’s hand.

"Do you think we'll find her?"

“It’s worth a look.”

"I want to be able to tell our children about where I came from."

“You never know, your mum could be looking for you too.”

"I hope so." She smiled.

He smiled and kissed her again.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked hesitantly.

“You can ask me anything, babe.”

"Did it make you feel different? When you found out about your dad."

He nodded. “Yeah it did.”

"In what way?"

“I don’t know, I can’t explain it. I was a bit pissed off at first..” He admitted.

"Coz they hadn't told you sooner?"

He nodded, “I mean, it was pretty obvious who my dad was...”

"You do look a lot like him." She agreed.

“Mum and dad were just... Caught up in the idea they were just friends.”

"I can't imagine those two ever being 'just friends'." She chuckled.

He laughed, “I don’t think it was ever a stage for them.”

"So they hooked up and then pretended it never happened even though your mum got pregnant? How they manage to keep that a secret for so long?"

“Ask my parents. They’ll tell you.”

"I'm not sure I wanna have that kinda chat with your mum and dad..!" She giggled.

He giggled. “Nah, neither do I really.”

"That's one of the few upsides of my parents total lack of emotional interaction with each other - no awkward conversations!"

“Awkward conversations aren’t the worst, trust me.”

"What's worse?"

“Hearing them engaging in physical activity.” He laughed.

"Oh..!" Her eyes widened.

“Yeah, they’re not exactly quiet.” He chuckled.

"That's not a mental image I needed..!" She giggled.

“Sorry babe.”

"I imagine they'll be a bit more restrained for a while..."

“You’d like to think, wouldn’t you?”

"You don't sound convinced..." She chuckled.

“I don’t think anything would stop them.”

"But your mum can't walk unaided right now..."

“If mum wants something, she’ll usually get it.” He shuddered, “Can we change the subject? I think my lunch might make a reappearance.”

“What are you two laughing at?” Charlie asked from the doorway as he was passing. He’d come upstairs to grab a blanket for Duffy as she seemed colder than usual.

"Nothing!" Holly giggled. "I thought you were asleep."

“I was but I was cold, so I’ve come to grab a blanket. Are you both okay?”

"Yeh, we're OK. I'm amazed Lisa can sleep, her ankle must be agony!"

“You’d be surprised.”

"She's not having much luck with broken bones lately." Holly remarked.

“I know.” Charlie sighed.

"Dad..?" Peter questioned, picking up on the tone in his father's voice.

“She’ll be ok.”

"What's going on?" Peter pressed. "It wasn't just an accident was it?"

“Of course it was an accident.” Charlie paused, “I think your mum’s got brittle bones. It makes them easier to break.”

"I'm not surprised. She's lost weight since the last time we saw her. That was only a week ago dad!"

“I’m really trying, son.”

"I'm not blaming you." Peter sighed.

“I know.” Charlie sat on the edge of Paul’s bed and paused. “You know your mum’s problem, don’t you?”

"I know she's not getting any better. If anything, she's getting worse. She's a nurse, surely she knows the damage she's doing to herself." Peter sighed.

“It’s an addiction.” Charlie paused, “Like Louis’.”

Peter nodded.

“If only it was easy to ask for help.”

"What are her options?" Peter asked, he really wanted to help as best he could. It was obvious that it was tearing his parents apart.

“There’s three. One of which hasn’t worked so far.”

"The therapy sessions she's being going to?"

“Yeah. Anyway, come on, let’s go downstairs..?”

"OK." Peter agreed, though he wanted to press his father further he knew now was not the time.

Charlie smiled sadly as all three of them went downstairs, Charlie with the blanket in his hand. He was concerned to see that Duffy looked even paler than when he had left her to go upstairs and was still sleeping heavily despite the surrounding noise from the children.

Charlie took her wrist and discreetly tried to take her pulse, observing her respiration rate.

Peter moved to stand beside his dad, giving him a nervous look.

Charlie counted.

Peter became increasingly agitated though tried to hide it from his younger siblings.

Charlie counted twice before sighing and putting her arm back under the blanket.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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TEN

It was no surprise to Sia that she practically bawled her eyes out while confessing everything to Mitch that afternoon. When her first tears had spilt, before she’d even got to her explanation, Mitch had taken her hand and stood her from the rolling chair she was sitting in. She’d willingly followed him to the couch that was set up against the far wall. He’d tugged her down beside him and let her keep a clutch of his hand. He sensed that she needed all the support she could get, and it holding her hand was enough for her, he’d let her squeeze the shit out of it all she wanted. He really wanted to offer her a glass of scotch on the rocks, since that was what this conversation called for, but it was only half noon, and it seemed a bit inappropriate when she was essentially still on the clock.

It took Sia nearly a half hour to spew out the whole devastating tale from start to end in a way that would connect for Mitch. She had to take multiple breaks to clear her eyes and blow her nose, but they’d become useless in the next few seconds, as her body readily produced more snot and tears. It seemed futile, but Mitch kept handing her tissues from the box on the table beside him, tightening his grip on her hand when he felt she needed that extra comfort. Mitch didn’t seem like much of a hugger or cuddler, so Sia was surprised when he slung his arm around her shoulder after freeing it from her grip, and pulled her body into his, guiding her to rest her head against his chest. He was skinny, so his chest was less comforting than she was used to, but she readily absorbed his comfort and warmth and used it to strengthen her resolve in telling him the whole morbid thing.

When she’d gotten out all she needed to, he just let her cry, rubbing soothing circles on her back as her whole body shuddered. Mitch couldn’t recall a time that he’d seen someone so emotionally tormented. He understood now why it was that Sia seemed so hostile toward Harry. And while he’d felt the need to remind her that she couldn’t really hold it against him because he didn’t know, Sia expressed it herself. She knew it was irrational to take the crushing sense of loss and anger at what had happened out on her ex-boyfriend simply for the fact that he hadn’t been there. No part of her clearly-thinking mind wanted to continue that behaviour, but emotions weren’t controlled by that part of her brain. Her emotions were raw and unfiltered and she honestly couldn’t help the visceral reaction her experience caused her to continue to have. She’d spoken at length with her therapist about it, and while she’d learned some coping techniques, the root of the problem still remained: she hadn’t told Harry. Both Sia and her therapist were pretty sure it was still a long way coming before that would happen, but she felt she was one step closer everyday that she was around him. Today had been a setback, but she was hoping it wouldn’t halt her progress completely. She needed closure too much to allow this to stop her from reclaiming her happiness.

Sia did her best to clean herself up before everyone was due back from lunch. She was starving, but she was just going to wait until they broke for the day to eat now, since she’d spent her lunch break letting her sorrows out onto her new friend. She apologised to Mitch about making him miss his lunch, which he’d shrugged off. She went to restroom attached to her room and applied concealer and reapplied her mascara that she’d cried off in order to have some semblance of composure when she had to face everyone again.

There was a knock on her bedroom door just as she was exiting the restroom, so she quickly went to open it.

Mitch was standing on the other side, a cup of tea in one hand—chai, she identified just from the smell—and a plate with two bagels with cream cheese in the other. She nearly started crying from his thoughtfulness. Her emotions were still raw, evidently.

“You’re too sweet,” she cooed, taking the mug from him so he didn't have to balance both things on their way back to the studio.

He flashed her a soft smile, a bit shy around the edges. “What are friends for?”

She gripped at his shoulder with her free hand and pulled him into her to give him a brief but meaningful hug. “I’m really glad we met, Mitch.”

His smile was larger this time, and he led her back into the studio, where everyone acted like a near blow out hadn’t happened just an hour before.

~*~*~*~

It was another two days before Sia and Harry talked to each other outside of the studio, and even there, their words were strictly for work purposes, only. Sia would suggest something about arrangement of instruments or a possible timing change for songs that seemed a bit too upbeat for the lyrical content. Harry would politely ask her to make the changes so he could listen, and then they’d all decide what the best route to take was for the song. It was civil and easy, since this was what both of them were most passionate about, but there was always an underlying sense of unease and tension between them, even when Harry would offer her a polite smile for her hard work.

It was strange, to say the least.

On Thursday, they broke early since they’d gotten a lot done, but they were a bit stagnant on one song that Harry had mostly recorded. He was unsure how he wanted the song to progress and felt that it was missing something, but he had listened to it too many times to actually put his finger on what it was that it was lacking. Sia and the rest of the technicians were at a loss too, so they’d called it quits just after three o’clock, promising to listen back with fresh ears the next day.

Sia, however, thought she was onto something with the song, and was unwilling to just abandon it for the day, afraid that it would evade her the next morning. So, she stuck around in the studio after everyone trickled out. Mitch hung back and asked her if she was alright, but when she told him it was just work related and she was fine, he’d nodded with a smile and left her on her own.

She took the time to play the entirety of what they already had recorded listening to it all the way through twice before she realised it needed something underlaying it in the background. It needed to be quiet but present, just enough to drive the song forward but not overrun the melodic qualities of Harry’s voice.

With sudden urgency, she grabbed the laptop she had been making the arrangement on and went into the booth. She picked up the headphones and adjusted the microphone to better suit her height. She pressed play on the track she already had set up and sat in the booth for a good half an hour, recording her own voice to underly Harry’s on the track, hoping to get it perfect to give the song that little bit more that it needed. Her vocals were barely noticeable under Harry’s in the chorus, but it gave it all a sweet note that she’d realised they’d been missing. She made a note to have Harry stack some vocals with hers, as well, to make it more cohesive. She also recorded ascending notes to fill in the pause before the bridge, hoping to make it flow in a way that everyone had thought it had been lacking.

When Sia felt that she had enough to at least take to Harry the next day for a suggestion, she took the headphones off and pushed the microphone back out of the way. She was just closing her laptop when she realised there was a person on the other side of the glass that separated the recording booth from the control room.

Harry met Sia’s eyes, and when he realised the look he saw there was one of shock and embarrassment, he flashed her what he hoped came across as a reassuring smile. He pushed a button and leaned in closer to the mic on his side to tell her, “Yeh know I’ve always loved your voice. No need to be embarrassed.”

He saw Sia huff before she came out of the booth, rounding the corner and playfully rolling her eyes at him. He was glad she seemed to be in a good mood compared to how tense all their interactions had been lately. It was a nice change from the absolute shit show their recording session had been just a few days earlier.

“I was just tryin’ to figure out what to add to this song. Think it worked out pretty well,” she told him. She placed the laptop on the control set up in front of them and pressed play on what she’d recorded. She skipped ahead to the parts where it was relevant, and watched anxiously as Harry listened for the first time.

Sia had always been astounded at what an ear Harry had for music. What she had studied at uni for years, he was able to do with just his experience in the industry. It had always been amazing to watch him work, whether it be writing or recording, and being a part of the production of his first solo album was an honour, despite how contentious it had been up to that point. Harry had an innate sense of when something was good, and it was a thing to behold.

So, it was with bated breath that Sia watched as Harry listened to the changes she had made. It wasn’t until nearly the end of the song that a smile pulled at his lips and he turned to look at her.

“It’s really good. I like that a lot.”

Sia raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah. I think that’s what was missing.”

Sia finally smiled at him. “Alright. Thanks.”

And that smile meant more to Harry than Sia would ever know.

~*~*~*~

Later that evening, after Sia had reemerged from the studio in order to fix herself some dinner, she returned to her room to take a shower. The humidity in Jamaica had her in a perpetual state of gross and sticky, and it was requiring showers nearly twice a day. Not to mention the havoc it was wreaking on her hair was more than annoying. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like for someone with textured hair. Harry’s short hair made it manageable but she was sure it would have been a riotous mess if it was still long.

Sia took her time too deep clean her hair and exfoliate and shave and all those things girls always want to have time to do in the shower but never really get a chance to do. She was just stepping out, with a towel already wrapped around her hair, when there was a knock at her door.

“Yeah?” she called out, wrapping another towel under her arms. She was assuming it was Mitch, possibly coming to suggest they go out on the sand and have a bonfire or hang out on the patio with a beer or glass of wine.

However, she was surprised when her door opened, revealing Harry’s aforementioned flouncy head of curls, his eyes peeking in around the door. When his and Sia’s eyes met, they both widened, realising the precariousness of this situation. Harry seemed to come to his senses first, quickly trying to backpedal.

“Sorry,” he quickly said, fumbling to try to exit the room, walking backwards.

Sia caught sight of the mugs in his hands, the things that were making it specifically hard for him to back out of the room.

“Did yeh bring tea for me?” she asked, making him stop his awkward struggle.

“Uh…yeah. It’s that chai one from Clipper yeh always liked. Know it’s hard to find in America,” he said, slowly inching back into the room, dutifully locking his eyes in on her face. He didn’t want to screw up this new lighter civil interaction between them by letting his eyes wander over her nearly naked body. It was obviously nothing he hadn’t seen before but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by looking at her for too long.

“Oh my god, yeh serious? Don’t leave with that tea, Styles. Bring it in.”

If Harry was surprised by her invitation to stay and bring her the tea, he didn’t show it. He walked in and gently closed the door behind him, leaving it open just a crack to not make Sia feel like he was blocking her in or anything. He was aware of how great of an opportunity this was, considering they’d been at each other’s throats for the last two weeks and hadn’t spoken to each other since about a month after their break up. He wasn’t going to intentionally do anything to make her more uncomfortable than she already probably was or upset her in anyway, since she seemed to have a pretty short fuse these days. He came here with a peace offering. Making her angry would be counterproductive.

“Hope yeh still like your chai with a splash of soy milk. I made it before I realised it’s been nearly a year since I’ve made it for yeh,” Harry commented as he walked to the bedside table. He heard Sia walk into the small walk-in closet and figured he’d keep his back turned in order to give her a little bit of privacy.

“Don’t think any of my likes have changed in only a year, Styles,” she called back to him, quickly stepping into a pair of sleep shorts. She was apprehensive about Harry showing up here out of the blue, but she was going to take this as the opportunity to call a truce with him. Ellen and Mitch were right: It was time to make the amends that she could so she could start fully healing. She wasn’t prepared to tell him everything, but hopefully this was the first step she needed to take in order to move forward.

“Except for your like of guys named Harry Styles,” Harry scoffed, mostly joking. He knew he had no right to be bitter, but her abhorrence of him hurt in a way that he couldn’t fully describe and definitely wouldn’t admit to to anyone but himself.

“No offense, but yeh brought that one on yourself,” she called back. She’d finally slipped a shirt on over her head, so she emerged from the closet to see Harry sitting gently on the edge of her bed.

She took her hair out of the towel on her head and shook it out with her fingers, tossing the town onto the edge of the bathtub.

Harry sighed and watched as she walked over to join him, picking up the mug he offered her before taking a seat more toward the middle of the bed, folding her legs under her.

“I know. And that’s kinda why I’m here,” he told her. He waited until she took a sip of her own tea to pick up his own. He nearly smiled at the little satisfied grin she got after she swallowed but figured she’d find it weird that he was watching her that closely.

Sia raised her eyebrows at him. “To discuss why you’re not my favourite person at the moment? Kinda masochistic, Harry.”

He snorted. “Not like that. I just…wanted to say that I’m sorry for snappin’ at yeh the other day. I shouldn’t have done that in front of everyone. Or at all.”

Sia smirked at him over the rim of her cup. “Kinda deserved it. I knew I was pokin’ at all your buttons. I should’ve known better.” Her smirk dropped and she sighed. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t’ve done that. Yeh don’t deserve it and it was incredibly unprofessional.”

“Jeff wasn’t happy with either of us, but I begged him off. Told him we’d get our shit together.” Harry took another sip of his tea. “I don’t blame yeh for buggin’ me like that. May not have done it very nicely, but it was actually sound professional advice. Jeff just doesn’t want this to escalate to something that jeopardises the production schedule. I promised him it wouldn’t.”

“If he’d talk to me, I’d promise the same.” She scowled down into her tea. “Guess we know Jeff is the type to take sides. At least Ben is still actin’ neutral.”

“He’s my manager, Sia. It’s not personal. He’s actually been askin’ after yeh. Wants to make sure you’re okay, but he’s afraid of upsettin’ yeh.”

“Well, let him know I won’t bite his head off. And I promise not to create any more trouble.”

“Then can we promise each other to put all our personal bullshit aside? Just for now, at the very least. I realise callin’ this truce doesn’t fix everything, but I just wanna get rid of the tension for now. So, if we could just tentatively be work friends, I would love it and really appreciate it.”

The way he was gazing at her, with those bright green eyes, all pleading and sparkling, it made her heart skip just like it always had when they were together. They were entirely too pretty for his own good, and she knew that nearly every person he’d come across had fallen sweet victim to that gaze. It was hypnotising and captivating. It could get him whatever he wanted, but Harry was too good a person to use it to his advantage.

Damn him for hurting her, but he was a one in a billion type of person.

“Yeah. I’d really like that,” she agreed. She flashed him a small smile that Harry hesitantly reciprocated. She chuckled at his apprehension. “I promise, Harry. We can deal with all our ‘personal bullshit’ after we’ve produced a kickass record. So, as long as we’ve agreed, we act like friends and get this done. Then, when it’s over, we can deal with…everything. If we’re feelin’ up to it.”

“I never wanted us to end up like this, Sia.”

The tears that swam in Harry’s eyes had a lump forming in Sia’s throat. She had to cough to clear it.

She nodded. “I know, Harry. I know.”

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #the long road home #tlrh

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pi-cat000 · 5 years

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MSA: Winged Arthur AU (part 8)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

Part 9: here

Vivi POV 3

“What the?” There is a loud declaration of confusion from Lance. Vivi follows his line of sight to Arthur. Vivi assumes he has just spotted the wings.

“I know. I have no idea how they got there. He collapsed before he could say anything.”

Lance, attention moving between her, the ghost, and Artur, exhales long and hard. Then he angles the gun more towards the ground, ordering, “Keep an eye on that bastard. If it moves, give a yell.”

She nods, stepping forward, allowing Lance inch around her and crouch next to Arthur. He needs to do a bit of manoeuvring to avoid stepping on Arthur’s mess of feathers, but he manages it in his grumpy Lance fashion.

While Lance checks on Arthur, she once again makes eye contact with the ghost. Now hovering closer to the entrance, near a beat-up semi-trailer – where had that come from? – the ghost is anxiously clenching and unclenching its fists. Purple eyes are tracking their movements with a disturbing intensity. Creepy. Doubly so now ‘Lewis’ looks like a flaming skeleton again. She glares and receives that pitiful expression. Thankfully, with both her and Lance there, the ghost has decided to keep its distance. Vivi would rather it go away and return to its middle-of-nowhere-mansion, but it appears she’ll have to settle for whatever this was.

“He’s okay, I think, apart from the wings anyway. Too dark out here to see much besides feathers. I want to move him inside ta get a better look.” Lance leans back, muttering under his breath, “Also, it’s gotten mighty cold all of a sudden.”

Vivi nods again, relieved to have confirmation on Arthur’s wellbeing. She’s not really feeling the cold but going inside seems like a good a course of action as any.

“What happened to that tree creature?” She asks while Lance goes about trying to pick Arthur up.

“Gone, ran off into the desert with the giant fox.”

“That’s good…I think?” Vivi can’t help the twinge of worry for her fake dog who had been bleeding heavily last she’d seen. Mystery, who had been injured protecting her. Secret or no secret, she feels responsible.

“I got in a few good shots on the tree before they went outta range.” Lance continues to speak, before narrowing his eyes at ghost-Lewis, “What’s that things deal?”

“It’s a wraith,” She states, ignoring the way ‘Lewis’ wilts, flinching back, “They’re dangerous. It’s probably best we keep an eye on it.” Sure, ghost-Lewis seems relatively fine now but she knows that calm is a facade hiding a whole lot of angry fire.

“Right.” Lance doesn’t question her, focusing instead on carrying Arthur which looks difficult due to how the wings flop about. Vivi wants to help but doesn’t like the idea of taking her attention off the ghost for any length of time. Luckily, after a little fussing and several swear words, Lance manages to sling Arthur over his back, so it looks like he’s wearing a very feathery coat. He shuffles his way to the front door. The trip takes an unreasonably long time, considering the door is only a few feet away. Vivi tracks their progress, on edge and anxious.

There is some difficulty fitting Arthur through the screen door, forcing Vivi to turn and help arrange the wings in a way that will allow them past the frame. Once done, she about-faces to find the ghost has drifted closer, appearing hopeful now neither her or Lance are acting outwardly aggressive.

“No,” She says, brandishing her bat again. “You stay out here.”

“What,” The ghost, stunned, freezes in place, staring like she’s grown an extra head. Vivi steps forward, blocking the entrance.

“You’re not welcome inside this home,” She reiterates. “Uncle Lance. Tell ‘Lewis’ he’s not welcome inside.”

Lance, now just through the doorway, stumbles almost dropping Arthur, giving an abrupt, “Huh?”

“First rule of supernatural anything. They have to be invited into homes.”

“Not what…” Lance shakes his head, “What do yeh mean by ‘Lewis.’”

Okay, so Lance knows who Lewis is…Perfect. That doesn’t change anything aside from confirming her theory that she had known this ghost at some point. She waves pointedly, giving Lance as serious an expression as she can manage.

Lance’s gaze snaps to the ghost in befuddlement. “Hold up. Yeh not tellin me that that, right there, is Lewis?”

“That’s what he said his name was. Right before he tried to burn me and Arthur,” She states.

“I would never hurt you…I swear. It’s just…Arthur…he’s done something. I don’t know...there’s a lot I… you… don’t know. If you would just let me explain,” The ghost pleads again, genuinely remorseful. Talk about your mood swings. Another point in favour of her wraith hypothesis.

“Is that before or after you burn us both to a crisp.” Vivi snaps back.

Lance side-eyes her seriously. Then he examines the ghost, expression hardening.

“Hurt my nephew and yeh ain’t welcome here. Simple as that,” He grunts and turns, heaving Arthur with him.

“No! You can’t. I’m telling the truth!” The ghost reaches out, fire guttering and flickering to his more human form. He sounds desperate. With one shaking arm, he grasps towards her, “Please.”

Vivi glowers and deliberately slams the door in the, now human, face. For a second, she doesn’t move, waiting to see if ‘Lewis’ is going force his way in. There is only a loud cry of frustration, more sad and mournful than angry. Back against the door, Vivi exhales hard. Why does her chest hurt like it’s full of breaking glass? She runs a hand along her collar bone trying to massage the ache away. It’s useless, the pain isn’t physical. An inhale, and she pushes herself off the door.

When she enters the combined living-dining space, Lance has already dragged Arthur to the couch and is in process of wrestling him into a comfortable position. He’s doing his best to work around the copious number of feathers but is struggling to find success. Vivi rushes forward to help, glad for the distraction. They end up lying Arthur down on his stomach so the wings are draped over the couch’s backrest and spill onto the carpeted floor.

“That true? The stuff about welcoming in supernatural creatures?” Lance grunts, while he checks Arthur’s pulse and breathing, running a hand over Arthur’s head and the rest of his limbs, searching for breaks or other injuries.

“I don’t know,” She sighs, straightening, “There’s a lot of lore spanning multiple mythologies, and it crops up a lot in older superstitions. It's more of an educated guess.”

A thoughtful hum.

“Suppose it’s better than nothin. Those myths happen ta mention anything like this?” Lance is now repositioning the wings to look more natural while muttering, “Don’t know nothin about birds. Do these look like they’re sittin right?”

“No myths that I can think of off the top of my head. I mean there are a few where people turn into birds. Not that I think that Arthur is turning into a bird,” Vivi hastens to clarify when Lance gives her an expression of acute alarm. She shuffles nearer, pointing at Arthur, “I think those are flight feathers. They’re definitely not supposed to be bent like that.”

They spent a few seconds straightening the plumages in soft silence.

“There are a bunch of mythical humanoid creatures that have wings and such. I don’t know…maybe you’re related?" Vivi breaks the quiet and is met with a blank expression. “Do you have any relatives who mysteriously vanished for a few years then rocked up pregnant or with an unknown baby? Was anyone adopted into the family? Like, did someone find a child abandoned on the steps to your house and decided to keep it? Any sudden changes in a family member’s personality like they’d been mysteriously replaced?”

“What are yeh on about?”

“The most common reason why humans’ manifest supernatural traits is usually bloodline related. Someone somewhere had a fling with something not quite human,” Vivi elaborates to which Lance frowns, obviously thinking.

“There’s nothin like that that I can think of. But, don’t get along with the bastards, so who the hell knows.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. I guess I can jump online and look into it.” She looks back to Arthur. “Maybe later...”

Carefully, she reaches out from where she is crouched to smooth out a few more feathers which are twisted at odd-looking angles. They feel real, growing from between Arthur’s shoulder blades and extending into smaller downier feathers a little along his back. His shirt has ripped from where the appendages had grown in. No sign of that golden light from earlier.

“Who’s Lewis.” She asks, the question coming suddenly. The response is particular. A huff of air followed by tired and drawn eyes. Lance appears almost haunted.

“Humph. Ain’t that a question and a half,” He stands, glancing towards the broken windows. From this angle, they can just make out the back end of the semi-trailer but said ghost is out of view.

“I know him, right? This Lewis person?” Vivi prods.

“Yeah. Yeh know him.”

Lance turns, calculating, “Suppose I could tell yeh more, seeing as ya seem to be retainin the name ‘Lewis’ well enough.”

“Wh...?”

“But not before I get a drink and yeh see to any of ya own injuries. Arthur’s fine enough, but yeh look dead on ya feet."

What did Lance mean by ‘retaining the name?’ Was this linked to her memory gaps? Probably.

“I’m fine. I mean, I wasn’t fine. I got stabbed here,” She rubs her shoulder, “but, Arthur kind of took care of it.”

Lance peers at her shoulder. There’s a lot of dried blood but no sign of the injury it came from.

“Arthur? He did what now?”

“Healing magic. It’s what knocked him out. He just, I don’t know, healed everything. I actually feel great, like I’m on some crazy energy drink. Ah… Sorry.”

Lance snorts, rubbing his eyes, “Don’t apologise. That boy wouldn’t know self-preservation if it hit him over the head. If you’re sure ya ain’t injured any, then how about yeh keep an eye on the kid while I get us something to drink. Then I’ll tell yeh what I know of Lewis.”

Vivi relaxes a little and nods.

“What can I get yeh?” Lance pauses in the doorway.

“Uh…Tea I guess? Herbal if you have it.”

Lance disappears and she hears things being moved around in the kitchen. Vivi settles down into a more comfortable position on the ground next to Arthur, continuing to smooth the feathers. So, she was right, ghost-Lewis fit somewhere into the swiss-cheese that was her memory of the last several years.

Note: Okay, so do people want to read a ‘Lance explains Lewis to Vivi’ conversation (if so, then whose POV do you want it in). Or do people want me to skip to Arthur waking up. I’m leaning more towards skipping atm but if there’s interest I’ll probably write that scene first.

Part 9: here

#MSA #mystery skulls animated #fanfiction #fanfic #Vivi Yukino #lance kingsmen #Lewis pepper #winged arthur #ghost lewis #supportive vivi #lance and vivi have a small chat #lewis angst

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howrry · 5 years

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forbidden fruit: pt.3

a/n: the final installment of this series, HIGHLY requested! nice and simple but i just wanted to tie up the loose ends of this saga. back to writing random one-shots with no plot!!!!

w/c: 2.5k

warning: my first piece that’s smut-free whaaaat? it’s got some implied stuff and swearing tho lol. if you want smut go check out everything else on my masterlist hahaha

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If there's one thing Y/N knew would piss Harry (or any pain-in-the-ass guy for that matter) off, it was disappear.

See, she'd been given an opportunity to switch into another Calculus class, which took place during her homeroom class with Harry. She got out of seeing him in the morning and got college credit for that dreaded math class. Win-win.

Harry found this childish. Sure, he'd been a bit of a jackass pulling her around like that, but hiding from him? And even worse, shoving her new exclusive relationship with that fuckin' athlete in his face? Totally immature.

She twirled her hair in her pretty fingers as she flirted with Luke in the morning before class. He looked like such a try-hard leaning casually on the lockers, and Harry wanted to gag. Y/N would hold Luke's hand during lunch under the table and he would grin like a moron. Did they have to be so corny?

Plus any interaction Harry tried to have with her was thwarted in some way. Either she'd see him coming and dart out of his way to avoid talking to him, or he'd surprise her and someone else would grab her attention. He even swallowed his pride and texted her, to no response.

Then, H almost started to get worried when it seemed she wasn't even at school. He never saw her at her locker, nor in any of the halls, not even at lunch practically in Luke's lap. On the third day of Y/N's disappearance, Harry had to get answers. He charmed one of the class gossips at the beginning of the lunch period.

"Hey, do you know where Y/N is? I need to get trig answers off of her," he lied smoothly and the girl raised an eyebrow.

She pulled a red lollipop out of her mouth, clacking it against her teeth. "She's been eating lunch in Coach Thomas's classroom while he goes off campus to eat."

He nodded, muttered a thank you to the girl, and dove around her before she could acknowledge him. Harry darted past people littering the hallways to get to the coach's classroom and barged in, spooking Y/N eating inside.

"Christ, H, you scared the f--" she started, but of course was cut off by him.

"So, you've been skippin' out on lunch. What's up w'that?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his trouser pockets and taking steps towards the desk she sat in.

"Since when do I have to line my lunch plans up with yours?" she bit, followed by a huffed "freak".

He snorted. "You're avoiding me," he pointed out.

"Yeah, and why wouldn't I? You bother the fuck out of me every day for no reason! Have you ever thought about that? You just piss me off and I've never done anything to you!" Y/N was mad now, slamming her hands on the desk.

Harry stumbled over words at first. He never expected to put him in his place like that. "Y'just annoy me, okay!" he blurted. "Yeh know the answer to every question in class, your hair always looks perfect, everybody likes you, and yet you still get on my nerves!"

Y/N's lips parted and she sucked in air. "Oh my God!"

"What?!" Harry reared back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You like me!" Y/N squealed. She hopped up from her chair and ran around the desk. "That's why you've been a total weirdo recently. All jealous and pulling me away from Luke. Trying to find to where I went during lunch." She poked a manicured finger into his chest. "You act like a dick to hide it, but you like me!" It was like he couldn't slap the smug look off her face.

He snorted, leaning back until the back of his thighs hit a desk. "You wish, princess. Just because I said everyone likes you doesn't mean I include myself in that demographic."

Y/N took one step back from him, eyeing his face up and down, trying to read deeper. He was made suddenly very uncomfortable but kept up a solid facade. She pursed her soft lips together and shrugged. "You seem quite sure of that." Harry was too frozen to respond. "If that's how you feel, then I guess this conversation is over." Y/N whirled around on the heel of her foot and packed her belongings. "See you... whenever I see you, Styles," she concluded on her way out.

And "whenever she saw him" turned out to be way sooner than she thought. She supposed his ego would take at least a few days to recover before he'd approach again.

It was after school that day, when she was getting into her car to go home. As she buckled herself in, her passenger door opening suddenly (which totally scared the hell out of her, by the way). Harry casually slid into the car and the scent of his cologne followed him. God, did he just put it on? she thought.

"Harry?!" she blurted. "What the fuck are you doing?"

He pulled the rearview mirror to face himself, checking his hair and not putting it back. "One of m'mates is throwing a party tonight, and you're gonna come." He kept eye contact during this entire statement with zero inflection.

"You think I wanna go to a party... with you?" she asked, completely baffled.

He popped his knuckles, almost self-consciously. "Tha's what I said. It'll be fun."

She clutched the steering wheel, in awe of his audacity. "I can't stand you. You're delusional if you think I'd go." Y/N grabbed the rear view mirror and adjusted it back, annoyed.

Harry reached over and playfully shoved her shoulder. "That's just it, pet. I'm completely delusional. My car'll be outside yours at 11:30." He grinned like a maniac before leaving her car and slamming the door behind him.

Well.

Don't think for a second that Y/N didn't hate herself when she found herself climbing into H's car that night, because she absolutely did. However, regardless of how she felt about herself, she loved a party.

Harry was delighted when she joined him in his car. Not so much at her presence, but at her bending to his will. Almost made his dick twitch a little in his pants.

Y/N got a little antsy when, as the drive progressed, she realized this party was near Luke's neighborhood. She considered for a moment that this was a trick pulled by Harry, but when he whipped into a bumping house's driveway a few blocks away from Luke, she relaxed. She didn't even have to worry about Luke potentially being here; he'd never party with any of Harry's people.

Once arriving after a painfully quiet car ride, Harry lost Y/N almost immediately. He swears he had her once he opened the front door, but as soon as she ducked inside, she was nowhere to be found. Sure, there were a lot of people in attendance, but it was ridiculous trying to find her.

Meanwhile, Y/N had one thing on her agenda: getting fucked up. She pulled out all her stops-- asking the basketball guys for hits of their Juuls, slapping the bags that the preps held, partnering with any and everyone in beer pong and taking more drinks than the opposing team landed one.

It wasn't until she was on her winning streak at the table until H finally found her again. His jaw immediately clenched when his eyes landed on her partner. The guy was tall and broad, and the two of them seemed to have great chemistry. In any other circumstance, he'd grab her and pull her into the nearest locked room, but the game was a perfect way for Y/N to have fun without Harry making a scene.

Finally, they stopped doing so well, and H at first thought this was gonna be a good thing. If they lost, they'd have to be replaced with another couple and the confusion of the team-switching would be a great time to grab her.

But he forgot one key problem-- losing meant drinking. And for the remaining 7 cups the other team scored, Y/N and the mystery beer pong player invented new toasts to their losses. By the last cup being made, the two of them interlocked their arms and drank like that. No one had been watching since everyone was celebrating the winning team on their shot, except for Harry, of course.

His original plan was back on track, and he slithered through the party-goers to Y/N. He reached out for her arm, and when she realized who was grabbing at her, her face brightened a little. Drunk, clearly.

"Come with me, please," he asked, trying to keep his tone as innocent as possible.

"Hey, what's going on here?" the mystery beer pong partner interjected, noticing Harry trying to steal her. "I thought we could try to play agai--"

"It's urgent, actually," he hissed, patience wearing thin. He gave up on being innocuous and lightly tugged Y/N his direction towards the stairs.

"It's fiiiine!" Y/N chirped behind her, leaving her parter confused.

Harry guided her upstairs and pushed the first door he found open, and it was empty. When they were both inside he lazily swung it shut and leaned against the wall.

"Harry, you can't keep doing this!"

"Doing what?" he quipped. "I'm just taking you out of a social setting while you're drunk so you don't do anything stupid."

She scoffed. "Is that your new tactic? Acting like you want what's best for me. You hate me, but at the same time you like me. You're the psycho here."

"At least I know what I want," he purred, peering down at her.

Y/N's glassy eyes widened. "Oh no," she said, backing up a bit. "No no no no no. I'm a loyal girlfriend," she stated indignantly.

He snorted. "Yeah, loyal girlfriends hang all over any lad who gives them attention at a party."

She crossed her arms, smirking a little. "There's that jealousy again. I was just having a good time on my own at a party you invited me to. I didn't say I'd be your date."

Harry stared at her for a good half-minute. His eyes pored over her whole face, and she almost got a bit insecure but held her composition. He sucked in air sharply through his nose. "Tell me you really like Luke. Tell me you're not just acting like this to spite me."

Her jaw dropped open to answer him, but nothing came out. It frustrated her-- she wanted to say those things and she knew it would get rid of him once and for all... but they stopped right at her tongue.

Harry's gaze did not weaken. "Silence isn't an answer, darling," he growled.

Time to play another card. "Maybe Luke is just really convenient, but I still don't want you," she spat at him. Y/N pushed past him and swung open the door, to find none other than her ever-so-convenient boyfriend, Luke. And by the look of his face, he'd heard it all.

"Luke!" she blurted, totally in shock. "What are-- I was, uh-- what're you doing here?"

"You played beer pong with my friend Ashton, and when you disappeared upstairs with some guy, he called me," he explained, voice low. "So, convenient, huh?"

Y/N immediately clambered for something to say to explain herself, not having time to get angry with Harry snickering behind her. "Luke, you don't understand, he's been a huge pain in the ass and won't leave me alone. I didn't mean what I said-- it's the context."

Luke's angry eyes flickered from her to the shrugging guy in the room. "Yeah, I think I get the context. You've been fucking my girlfriend."

"Actually, for most of it, she wasn't your girlfriend, but--" Harry started, but a harsh glare from Y/N shut him up.

Luke exhaled through his nose. "I expected this shit from Styles, but I never thought you were a slut," he seethed, sending a sharp pain through her stomach.

"Now fucking watch it," Harry warned, stepping up behind her. "Go write a fuckin' song about it, but have some goddamn dignity."

Luke's jaw dropped to retaliate, but upon making eye contact with H's fiery eyes, he stormed off in a huff. She turned back to Harry with tears in her eyes. He fully expected her to scream at him, push at him, and run away, but she did the one thing he never expected her to do. She lunged forward, dug her head in his chest, and sobbed quietly.

He truly had no idea what to do. He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry it out, rubbing her back and stroking her soft hair until she finally stopped. When she pulled back, her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were pink.

"C-can you take me home?" she whispered, and he nodded. He even took off his own jacket to give to her, and helped her conspicuously leave the party.

When he rolled up to her house, she took off her seatbelt almost immediately. "Walk me inside," she demanded softly.

"What about your parents--"

"Out of town," was all she replied, and left the car before he even turned the car off. So much for walking her in.

Y/N left her front door open behind her as Harry scrambled to shut off his car and follow her inside. She went straight to the couch in her living room and bundled herself up in a fleece throw.

Harry stepped into the living room, boots creaking on the wooden floor. "Y/N... I'm sorry about Lu--"

"Don't," she snapped, breathing heavily. "You're not sorry. That couldn't have been a better outcome for you."

"Are y'kidding?" he blurted. "I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. I tried to get you to stop dating a guy you and I both know you didn't care about. And don't give me any shit about you really being into him-- we all heard what you said back at the party."

She went quiet. Her eyes trailed along his torso as he got closer and plopped down on the couch a few feet from her. Finally, three soft words slipped from her mouth and Harry was almost positive he'd imagined them. "I want you."

"Come again?" he perked up a little.

"I want you," she said again, stronger this time. "I want you, and I want you to not make me think that's a mistake. Tell me these games are over, or get the fuck out of my life forever."

He couldn't believe his ears. Harry's arms reached out for her and pulled her onto his lap. "Pet, I want you so much. I thought the only way I could talk to you was to get on your nerves but I'm so sorry."

Y/N smirked, tossing her arms around his neck. "Are you messing with me? Is this a really extended, fucked-up prank?"

He pressed his lips against her jaw gently. "I'll never act like that again, darling."

Y/N giggled and leaned down to take a soft bite out of Harry's neck. As he picked her up and carried her to her room, she was finally glad to get a true taste of her once-forbidden fruit.

#Harry Styles #Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #harry styles smut #harryforvogue #haroldloverboy #majorharry #jawllines #permanentcross

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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The Marvelous Misadventures of One: S. Marvin Argentum Ch. 3: In the Pit

Summary: Marvin realizes he’s in a bit too deep as the time continues to tick on.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

Techno seemed to notice Thompson was in the club and instantly raced from the club and up the stairs, almost shouldering past people to get to the Sheriff.

“Sherman! Sherman!”

“Tech,” the huge burly man grumbled, crossing his arms in front of him. “I thought I saw yeh[1] slipping inta[2] town. What brings yah[1] over here?”

“I found a legate and it was awful!” Techno lamented, basically ignoring him, the two of them basically the same towering height.

Sherman rolled his eyes, “Let me guess, the fight lasted five seconds?”

“There wasn’t even a fight,” Techno complained. “I mean, bruhhh, he barely could defend himself. A dead leaf would have been a more satisfying fight.”

“So he’s dead?” Thompson asked.

“No, it would have been like killing a newborn puppy,” Techno huffed. “Come on, get in the pit so I can have a good fight.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Thompson scoffed and pushed Ghostbur towards the front. “Just bringin’ yer brother to yeh.”[3]

Techno looked annoyed, “Ghostbur, what are you doing here?”

“I’m helping my friends,” Ghostbur smiled.

“I’ve seen what your “help” does,” Techno rolled his eyes. “You here for Phil then?”

Ghostbur looked nervous, “I . . . uh . . . I would like to see him but I don’t know.”

“Did you bring some of the heroes with you?” Techno was looking at Marvin.

“Yah[1] know, we’ll go, we just caught yeh[1] at a bad moment,” Marvin tried to intervene.

“What are you three even doin’[4] here?” Techno leaned against the balcony railing, another fight starting up in absence of Techno.

“We were gonna[5] pick a fight with the Legionnaires’ Guildmaster, but Ghostbur here took us ta[6] see the Sheriff o’er[7] here. So we’ll just go.” Marvin jabbed his thumb at the exit.

“Taking ‘em[8] on, huh? ‘Bout[9] time someone did.” Techno hummed. Then he looked at Ghostbur and nudged him towards the other side of the balcony where the VIP area was. “Hey Ghostbur, why don’t you go say hi to Phil. He’s probably seen you already, so just head on over.”

“Wait a second,” Marvin moved to follow Ghostbur who was already moving to the VIP area.

Techno summoned and axe and moved in-between Ghostbur and Marvin.

“Look, you two make one wrong move against Phil and I’ll take your heads off,” Techno threatened.

“Not lookin’ fer a fight, I want ta get out ‘a here with Ghostbur an’ take care ‘a the hunters up north,”[10] Marvin told him firmly.

Techno braced his axe on his shoulder, “Just watch yourself.”

Ghostbur rushed over to the door and Marvin followed him, Techno opened the door for them.

“Phil!” Techno called out over the loud music. “We got company.”

Philza reached for the remote and turned the music down to a low whisper.

“Techno!” the little girl called out.

“Hey sis,” Techno smiled, walking over to her and kneeling down so the two of them could bump foreheads. “Enjoy the show?”

“You murdered them dead!” She screamed. “Blood for the Blood God!”

“That’s right, good job kid,” Techno smiled.

“Hey Ghostbur,” Philza greeted tensely. “Where’s Tommy?”

“Oh, he’s still in Brighton,” Ghostbur smiled. “He and Tubbo are having so much fun.”

“Right,” Phil kicked his feet up and stood. “Good fer[11] them.”

“You might wanna[12] know, Quackity’s here,” Techno told Philza, “I saw him when I was in the pit.”

“Okay,” Phil remarked as if he really didn’t care either way.

“I think I saw Fundy and that one slime guy with him,” Techno added.

Phil’s good wing puffed up, “Shit! Shit!”

Ghostbur gasped, clearly ecstatic, “What? Fundy? He’s here?”

Phil raced across the room and hit the intercom button, “Fundy! You furball, get yer[13] ass up here this instant! I wanna[12] know where you are!”

“Oh, Marv, have you met Fundy?” Ghostbur was floating a bit off the ground. “You have to meet him. He’s my son.”

“I think I have,” Marvin answered, more than a little surprised by that information.

Techno loudly cleared his throat. “So while we’re waiting for Fundy and probably Quackity to show up, you mind tell me what brings you to Arizona? Last I checked, Egoton was in Chicago, or something like that.”

“We were gonna[5] deal with the Legionnaires, but Ghostbur said he knew someone so we took a detour,” Marvin explained. “Really we should’a[14] stopped at the station, but we’ll go.”

“You needed allies, you two are alone,” Phil said in a way that made Marvin feel like the avian was staring through his very soul. “Why go fer[11] ‘em[15] now? The hunters have been bigger problems before?”

Marvin weighed his options. “Cause they’re workin’ with the CIA an’ Dark’s nemesis. An’ they’re gonna crash a weddin’.”[16]

Techno started bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking like a small child that had been gifted a full sized robot suit for Christmas.

Phil, however, let out an indignant, insulted huff, “Oi![17] Did that fooker[18] replace me an’[19] Tech with some other bastard? How dare he‽”

“Man, is there anyone Dark hasn’t pissed off?” Marvin chuckled.

“Seems ta[6] be a much shorter list ‘a[20] who he hasn’t,” Phil smiled. “Phantom taught him really well in that regard.”

“Huh,” Marvin commented. He realized that for being two demons of roughly the same age, supposedly, and being the same type of demon that Philza and Dark were kinda opposites. “So yeh[1] on the same hatin’[21] human trend as he is, never met a demon that was particularly nice.”

“Nah,” Phil smiled. “I love humans, they make the best things like anime, an’[19] memes, an’[19] the word: “fuck”. So I love humans.”

“How old are you?” Taylor asked.

The avian demon shrugged, “I don’t count keep anymore. 350? Almost 400? I don’t know.”

At that moment the door opened and Marvin stepped out of the line of fire as Fundy walked in, Quackity and Slime right behind him.

Quackity stiffened nervously when he locked eyes with Techno,

“Fundy,” Ghostbur smiled as he started to advance. “My little champion. How are you?”

Fundy hissed, all the hair on his head and ears standing on edge. “You touch me, and I bite you.”

“Hey, chill out fer[11] five seconds will yeh[1]?” Marvin snapped back. “He hasn’t done anythin’ ta yeh.”[22]

“Oh, he’s done more than enough,” Fundy snapped.

Techno spoke up, “Where’s Tubbo? This gonna[5] be a butcher’s army 2.0?”

“No, I just came here ta[6] catch up with some contacts, didn’t even know you two were in town,” Quackity denied, taking a step back as he glanced at Techno.

“Sides we’d need Ranboo for that,” Fundy muttered a bit too loud.

“Oi![17] You watch yerself,[23] Ranboo can do no wrong!” Phil shouted at his grandson.

“Are you kidding me?” Fundy shouted back, devolving into a series of frustrated, incoherent grumbling noises.

“Looks like a pretty important meeting up here?” Quackity smiled, looking around. “You all having fun?”

“Bruhh, these two wanna[12] take on the Legionnaires and the government,” Techno declared. “And I’m helping.”

“Wait what?” Marvin demanded before his brain could tell him that looking a gift horse in the mouth was a bad idea. “Since when have yeh[1] been in on this?”

“Since you told me that you were taking on the CIA,” Technoblade grinned. “That type of stuff is literally all I do.”

The hunter spoke up, they’d been mostly quiet up until now, mostly watching the situation fly wildly out of control, but now they interjected, “I’m going to duel the Guildmaster, take over the Guild and take them back on track to what our Guild was meant to be, protecting people and not making deals with people who are literally worse than demons.”

“So you’re saying that if you’re in control you’ll go against the government?” Technoblade said.

“If that means protecting people like we’re supposed to be doing from the start, then yes,” Taylor told him.

“Now that’s the type of thing I like to hear,” Techno grinned. “But if you back out on that, I will take care of you.”

“Right,” the hunter didn’t break eye contact.

“So, yer[24] gonna[5] help us fight them then?” Marvin asked.

“Heh,” Techno grinned. “Taking down the self-entitled discount Spanish Inquisition, and the government? You’d have to fight me not to come.”

“Get rid of the Legionnaires?” Quackity smiled. “Count me in, wish I had brought Sam and Sap, they would’a[25] made this a breeze.”

Then the casino owner turned to his two companions, “Fundy, Slime, if you two aren’t up for it, yeh[1] can go back to the hotel.”

Fundy seemed to have a fire burning in his eyes, “I can do it, I want in.”

Slime gave a huge, lopsided grin, “I will also come with Quackity from Las Nevadas.”

“You wanna[12] stay on your retirement couch, Ol’[26] Man?” Techno prodded, smiling at Phil.

“Shut!” Philza snapped, rolling his eyes when Techno laughed at him.

“I wanna[12] come with,” Techno’s little sister told them.

“No!” Thompson and Techno both told her. She pouted and deflated a little bit.

“I’ll take her back an’[19] meet you all there,” Thompson told them.

“So, kitty, you got a plan?” Quackity gave him a sharp grin.

Marvin paused for a second, “Yeah, I think I got one.”

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Accessibility Translations:

1. you

2. into

3. Just bringing your brother to you.

4. doing

5. going to

6. to

7. over

8. them

9. About

10. Not looking for a fight, I want to get out of here with Ghostbur and take care of the hunters up north

11. for

12. want to

13. your

14. should have

15. them

16. Because they’re working with the CIA and Dark’s nemesis. And they’re going to crash a wedding.

17. Hey! (or: Wait a second!)

18. fucker

19. and

20. of

21. hating

22. He hasn’t done anything to you.

23. yourself

24. you’re

25. would have

26. Old

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