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dracowars · 7 months

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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley x slytherin reader where they're secretly dating. one day she accidentally shows up to class wearing his gryffindor tie instead of her slytherin one, following their night spent together and suddenly the secret's out

thank <33

switching houses | fred weasley

pairing: fred x slytherin!reader

word count: 0,9k

summary: where y/n and fred accidentally swap their ties

a/n: this is soooo dracotok (or harrypottertok) coded, i love it and i may have actually landed back on dracotok lol

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for being late, Professor. It will never happen again. I was stopped on the way and-", you burst into the middle of Snape's class, your bag almost falling off your shoulder while the books you are holding in front of your chest almost fall to the floor after entering the room with such momentum, your tie hanging loosely around your neck since you were just tying it. At this moment, all eyes are on you, but you can't even fully excuse your mistake when Professor Snape immediately interrupts you, his gaze unrelenting.

"Ms. Y/L/N, I'm glad you still managed to grace us with your presence today. However, I wish that you didn't interrupt my lesson so disrespectfully", Professor Snape reprimands you and looks down on you, arms crossed in front of his body. "Sit down."

Immediately doing as he says, you almost trip over your own feet on the way to your empty seat and sink into your chair next to Angelina Johnson as quietly as possible. The looks that have followed you this far still remain on you and Snape also seems to have something more to add, given the expression on his face. Waiting for him to deduct double-digit points from Slytherin, you do not move and stubbornly stare back at him.

"Besides, I didn't know you switched houses", Snape remarks, an eyebrow raised as his, and everyone else's, gaze slowly moves down to your neck. Frantically, you look down at yourself and are shocked to find that the tie around your neck does not match your usual house colors - silver and green. The tie you are wearing today is a Gryffindor one, and that can only mean..

"Sir-"

"As I already told Mr. Weasley", Snape spits out his name, gaze quickly shifting to Fred, who is sitting right behind you, making you feel even smaller. "I would much prefer you in your actual house colors", he continues, embarrassing not only you but also Fred in front of the entire class. Whispers erupt around you. Mortified, you loosen Fred's tie and feel the heat rise to your cheeks, thinking back to how you even ended up accidentally swapping your ties in the first place.

Last night you sneaked into his room illegally, staying there until the early hours of the morning before making your way back to your common room, and nobody was supposed to ever know anything about you or what was going on between the two of you. Well, at least that was the plan until today but the situation right now no longer leaves any room for speculation.

Clearing your throat quietly and trying to hide your heated cheeks, you turn to your boyfriend, who, unlike you, seems to find the situation quite amusing and holds out your tie to you with a playful grin on his lips. Hesitantly, you snatch it out of his hand while he pulls his out of yours, not breaking eye contact.

"Uh uh uh, you got it, Weasley!", comes a voice from the back corner, presumably one of Fred's friends who clearly enjoys the situation way too much as well. You shyly turn to face the front again after receiving a playful wink from your boyfriend, avoiding Professor Snape's blank stare as you wrap your own tie around your neck.

"Now that we have sorted that out, I don't want to hear any more about it. Turn to page 394", Snape instructs and thunderous rustling follows. You absently open your own book, but the words on the pages make no sense to you, your head is overflowing with thoughts about what will happen next, especially concerning your relationship with Fred.

As Snape writes something on the board using magic, your attention is caught when a small dragon made of paper lands on your book in front of you. Looking around carefully and making sure Snape is not looking at you, you open the message inside. Written on it in scraggly writing, that you can immediately identify as Fred's, is:

Don't worry about it too much, love. I can't wait to kiss you in front of everyone later ;)

Your cheeks immediately turn a deep shade of red again, but your heart also beats faster because Fred knows you so well that he immediately knew what was happening in your mind. And suddenly it does not feel too bad anymore that your secret is out. You no longer have to hide, even if you are still a bit worried about other people's reactions. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin? That is indeed a pretty unusual couple.

With your heart racing, you clutch the piece of paper to your chest and turn to your boyfriend, who seems to have been looking at you the whole time already. The smile on Fred's lips transfers to yours and when he stretches his hand across his table, you do not even hesitate for a second and place your hand in his.

"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Y/L/N!", Snape's voice suddenly destroys your moment and you sit up straight again, facing forward. "All right, which of your houses should I deduct points from now?"

And even though all the other students comment the final point deduction from both houses with displeasure, you can no longer suppress the smile on your lips. Finally, you and Fred can be together without having to hide and this is just the beginning of your story.

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Lucerys - Dance

Pairing: Lucerys X Green!Daughter

Summary: reader and Luke had been best friends for years before being split up but finally they meet again at the readers birthday ball.

Words: 2914

Requested by anon

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Being the youngest child of the king was a strange experience. As the youngest you didn’t have to worry about as many marriage proposals or having to go to make official royal visits. The only times you were sent on royal visits had been with either your mother or brother Aemond as your mother did not trust her another son to look after you. You spent more time looking after Aegon than the other way round as you were the one that would sneak him his hang over cures when your mother banned the maesters for helping him as punishment for her sons drinking.

Despite this you were also close with your mother. She was extremely protective which had its ups and downs. On one hand you didn’t need to worry about Lords trying to manipulate you for your hand and on the other you only really had your family to spend time with. However, as you were the youngest, quite a bit younger than your siblings, it still could be lonely at time. Or at least it was after Luke had left court.

When Luke was still at court however you were inseparable. You studied together, trained with your dragons together, were forced to learn how to dance together. It was lucky that you both got on so well because if not the whole ordeal would have been awkward. You didn’t mind spending all your time with him however and soon you may have well been the same person.

The day Rhaynera decided to move her and her children to Dragonstone to marry Daemon Targaryen you cried. You cried the whole day and so many more to come. Luke did his best not to join you in your tears. You clung onto him for dear life as you said your goodbyes. But eventually you were forced to let go.

You didn’t leave your room for days after he left. The worst was no one really noticed as they were used to you being away in some corner with Luke. Aemond only noticed when he realised, he had not been pranked by you and Luke for a week. The only reason you even came out of your room is because he banned the cooks to send food to your room and eventually you realised starvation would not bring Luke back.

Eventually you found a new normal but it was hard at first. Now you were far more studious, rode your dragon more, and even began to wear more princess like dresses as you weren’t having to sneak around with Luke to pull off your next heist. Alicent was so happy by the change that soon you became her favourite. She loved to come to your chambers and do your hair as before you had never allowed her to, claiming she pulled to hard. Now you didn’t see a point of fighting your mother off.

During her visits to try out the latest braid styles in your hair she began to discuss plans for your upcoming birthday. As usual there would be cakes and dancing and lords pretending to take an interest in you. For you it was more of a chore and you would celebrate your birthday properly the day after. Usually this would be done with Lucerys, but this year Heleana would have to do.

“You’re so lucky my dear not to have to organise this yourself,” Alicent said as she tugged your hair back from your face, “Trying to organise the guest list alone is killing me. Who can come and what day and how much time we spend with them outside of the ball itself. It’s all very complicated just to avoid bruising some egos,”

“Do I even know half the people coming?” you asked.

Alicent sighed, “You know of them at the very least. It’s all the usual sort but don’t worry darling you don’t need to talk to anyone for very long. That’s what I’m here for. You just pick a couple lords or their sons, don’t worry I’ll point them out to you, you dance with them then you just sit and look pretty,” Alicent smiled as she admired her handy work. “Don’t you just love it?”

It took all your energy to muster up a smile to try convincing her but she seemed pleased non the less. “We’ll need to set up some more dancing practises,” your mother continued. “Can’t have you stepping on any fragile toes,”

“I normally practise with Luke,” you sighed as you ran your fingers over the braids. You knew exactly the disgusted face he would make if he could see them now.

“Well you can dance with him at the ball but for now-“

“Lucerys will be there?” you span around to face your mother.

“Of course he will,” she said, her face contorted to scold you for interrupting her, “Rhaynera and her whole family will be there. Even that Daemon of hers. I can’t believe she married that lunatic,”

“Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?” you ignored her pettiness not wanting to get involved in her drama.

Alicent just shrugged as she began to pack up her hair styling supplies, “Well of course he was going to be there. I didn’t think you would mind,” but you were too thrilled to care at this point. Lucerys was coming back.

The days leading up to the ball you had been on the lookout for his arrival but your mother kept you so busy you didn’t even find out they had arrived till after dark and your mother insisted you needed your beauty sleep and he could wait. Then despite your tries the next day it felt like everyone was trying to keep you both apart. Every time you would leave your room there would be someone needing something about some dress or food or song that need your opinion despite everyone knowing your mother would be the one really deciding.

Then the day of the ball rolled around and you didn’t think you could be busier. While your mother was off greeting guests you were being primped and polished by handmaidens and servants. Everything had to be perfect. When you were finally ready you looked into the mirror and did not recognise the girl staring back at you. Her hair was filled with intricate interweaving braids. Her skin was slathered with lotions and tinted balms. Her dress showed off a figure even you barely recognised.

A knock came from the door. “Come in,” you called despite feeling all the air leaving your body as your breath quickened.

You glanced at the door to see Aegon walking in, “Well don’t you look like mothers’ little pet,”

“Shut up Aegon,” You glared as you examined yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the braids then the dress then the braids again, “I feel- “

“Stupid? That’s what you get for pleasing her,” Aegon walked over to stand behind you looking at you in the mirror together. He turned to the women in the room, “Leave us. I will escort my sister down in a few minutes,”

He was met with several hesitant looks as the women contemplated who was worse to anger; your brother or mother. “My prince, the queen specifically requested-“ one lady started but was soon cut off.

“I am sure I can be trusted to walk her down some stairs. I’ve not drank that much have I?” he chuckled as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I’ll be down in a few minutes. I promise,” you assured your ladies and finally they left the room.

When the door closed Aegon turned you around, “You look like mother,”

“Fix it,”

“Say no more,” Aegon said as he began to pull pins out your hair. Soon he was pulling and tugging harder than mother but it was all worth it when your hair began to resemble hair rather than a helmet. He still kept some of the braids in but now it was at least a curly half updo. “I’m not about to start tearing your dress so you’ll have to deal with that but dab some of that gunk off and lets go before mother finds out and fixes you.”

“Thank you,” you sigh as you dab off the excessive lotions, so your skin did not look so greasy. “I just wanted- “

“To look good for your boy toy,” He smirked as you began to splutter out incoherent sentences, “It’s fine. I’m hardly one to judge. Just don’t tell Aemond you fell for the eye snatcher,”

“It was an accident,” you snap and Aegon just laughed, “Besides he probably doesn’t like me,”

“If he doesn’t then I want to know why he wouldn’t shut up about you all morning so c’mon. Grab your shit and let’s rock this bitch. I wanna make an entrance,”

And that he did. Well kind of. you think the gasps were because it was the first evening all week the prince had walked into a room without stumbling. Aegon led you into the ballroom and presented you to your mother who struggled not to strangle her son in front of everyone. But all you cared about was Lucerys.

He was stood beside his mother and brother who were a mere feet or two away from the king and you tried your best not to stare at him, but you swore you could feel his eyes on you. After your father had greeted you, it was Rhaenyra’s turn.

“You look absolutely darling sweetheart,” your sister said as she took your hands in hers giving them a light squeeze, “I like your hair its very…interesting,” she smiled.

“It’s a new style im trying,” you said with heat rushing to your cheeks before turning to Daemon which honestly did not help your blush. “Uncle,” you greeted and he just nodded and smirked in return. Going down the line you finally got to Jace, “Hello idiot,” you grinned, knowing now it was far too personal to hug him in front of everyone though desperately wanting to.

“Dumbass,” he smiled back as he took your hand to kiss it and you swore you saw him glance at his brother as he did. “We’ve missed having you around,”

“I miss it too. You should visit more often,” you said before quickly moving down again to finally get to Lucerys. “Luke,” you beamed, reaching for his hand but he just bowed his head. “Im so glad your finally back,”

He gave a tight smile and nodded his head, “Happy name day princess. We shouldn’t keep you from your guests. It was lovely to see you,”

Even your sisters face was filled with confusion, but no one had time to question it when your mother rushed you off to great the next family. you looked back over your shoulder to see Jace taking his brother somewhere and Luke didn’t even spare you a glance. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes but you managed to keep them in as you bored yourself with the next guest.

The whole evening was a mix of watery eyes, cake, and dancing. Most of the lords were old enough to be your father but their were a couple age appropriate ones. Although you’d never pursue him Jace was one of them and soon approached you for a dance.

As you took to the floor, Jace leading the way and placing a hand on your waist and one in your hand, you finally could attempt to get some answers, “So do I have to ask why your brother hates me?”

Jace sighed as he spun you to the music before bringing you back in, “He doesn’t hate you he’s just a dumb kid,”

“Don’t call him dumb,” you snapped and Jace laughed, “I might hate him but don’t insult him,”

“You don’t hate him either. You both have the same problem,”

“And what’s that?” you asked, forcing yourself to smile when you felt your mothers gaze.

“Too many feelings and not enough courage. Its partly my fault,” he confessed, “I’ve been winding him up about it since I found out about this ball,”

“Winding him up about what?”

Jace groaned “Yous are just as bad as each other. You both like each other,”

“He clearly does not like me,” you frowned but refused to deny that you liked him anymore.

He glanced into the crowd, and you noticed Lucerys staring at you both, “Really? Then watch this,” Jace said and as the dance began to draw to a close he stepped in closer, his hand falling slightly closer to your hip and his face a mere inch away from you.

Your skin prickled hot at the closeness and you knew this must look incredibly suspicious to anyone else. Before you could pull away from Jace, Lucerys was pulling him back from you. He was glaring daggers at his smirking older brother. The room was growing more silent the longer you three stood. You could see your mother approaching out the corner of your eye. Jace nudged his brother who finally faced you. His skin started to glow pink around his checks and neck, “I think it was my turn to dance next,” he stumbled over his words as his eyes fell down, “If you would like of course,”

Finally a smile found its way to your lips as you stepped back from Jace and faced Lucerys, “I would love to,” you quickly turned and nodded to the musicians who had stopped during this whole ordeal. Soon music began to flood the hall and people soon began to move on.

Jace walked off leaving a still red Lucerys behind. “May I have your hand?” he asked, his eyes still not meeting yours. You simply responded by grabbing one of his hands and resting the other on his shoulder. Soon his other found your waist and a smile on his face as you began to dance the first dance you had ever learned.

You didn’t say a word as you danced but you didn’t need to. As you moved you both laughed and smiled and almost cried as he began to twirl you and spin you and pull you in. You didn’t need to think about your next step because you were both moving as one.

Eventually the music drew to an end and the people clapped as your dancing stopped. Now you stood still again in the middle of the dance floor. “Would it be selfish of me to ask for another?” he said with a bashful smile tugging at his lips.

“It would be selfish if you didn’t,” you said as you took his hand again for another spin.

Later that night as the ball was finally beginning to die down you managed to sneak off with Luke to the a hallway in the servants area that you knew your mothers would never check. You sat on the floor next to each other, resting your head on his shoulder. “Did you have fun tonight?” he asked.

You snorted in return, “Please I don’t think I’ll be able to walk again. I don’t understand why I had to dance with everyone,”

“You’re a princess,” Luke laughed, “Who wouldn’t wanna dance with you?”

“So you only danced with me because of my title?” you faked gasped, holding a hand to your heart, “I could cry,”

“Please,” he scoffed, “Oh please milady marry me so I can be prince of nothing,” he laughed and you joined, “Besides if we married you’d be the one reaching up,”

“Me?” you laughed even harder, “I’m a freaking princess. Your heir to some planks of woof,”

“Rich planks of wood. Think about how many frilly dresses you could buy,” he said as he pulled at the lace details of your admittedly frilly dress.

“My mother made me wear it,”

“It looks good on you,” this time he wasn’t laughing. Instead for once he was looking right at you.

“Thanks,” your voice was almost a whisper as you looked back into his eyes. The eyes that had been in your dreams for months. “I’ve missed you,”

“I missed you more,”

“I doubt it,”

“I didn’t eat for weeks after we left. I could barely bring myself to go on rides or practise. Nothing was the same without you there,” he said, his eyes still never leaving yours.

“Why didn’t you write me?” you’d been wondering for weeks but you were now scared for the answer, “I sent a letters but you stopped replying,”

This time he looked away. His cheeks were red once again as he stared at his shoes, “I didn’t want you to think I was an idiot,”

“Why would I think that?”

“Because as soon as we left, I realised I was in love with you,” Lucerys looked up from his shoes but still wouldn’t meet your gaze, “and every day I debated getting on my dragon and flying back. I almost did it once but Jace found me sitting next to my dragon, I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to see the look on your face before you rejected me and sent me on my way,”

“Who could say no to that face?” you said and finally he looked at you again. “Ask me Lucerys. I at least deserve to decide my own answer,”

“Would you do me the honour of being mine (Y/N)?”

“Of course, I will,”

A/N: This took me way too long to write. Life has been weird and my Y keytab broke. Who know how much I used the letter Y?

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sophie-hatter-jenkins · 5 months

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Eyes

Written for @hinnymicrofic December 2023 - Prompt 6

Bringing a bit of Hinny Muggle AU into your day!

He seems surprised to see her, when he slouches into the classroom for Thursday evening detention. His tie is loosened, his jumper’s hanging around his shoulders, and his black hair is as dishevelled as always. He notices her straight away, already sitting near the back, exercise book out and pen at the ready, and she’s pleased about that. He looks her straight in the eye, brows raised, and smirks a bit. She looks right back, enjoying the excuse to gaze into those gorgeous green eyes, tries to play it cool and not smile back, but fails dismally.

He’s her brother’s best friend, and, from what she can tell, doesn’t have the best home life, so he’s always at her house, after school, at the weekends and in the holidays. Mum and Dad have practically adopted him.

She’s fancied him for ages. Literally years. At first, it was all very innocent, just a childish thing. Her friends couldn’t really understand, he was such a scrawny little thing back then. Everyone was so sure she’d grow out of it, but what actually happened was that he grew into it - when he was 16, and shot up about a foot overnight, shoulders broadening, jaw squaring. Then her friends (and, it seemed, half the other girls at school) got it, just fine.

By then, she was pretending that she was over it - even to herself. It wasn’t like he ever even looked at her anyway, not like that - but there were other boys who did, and they were just the distraction she needed. Right up until the day when she had the sneaking suspicion that perhaps he was looking at her like that after all. She isn’t absolutely sure, but sometimes, just sometimes, when he’s been at their house, maybe eating dinner, or playing cards or something, she thinks that perhaps she caught him staring. Once, she thought he even blushed. Ever since then, it seems like he’s the only thing she can think about.

Now, one thing she really doesn’t like is ambiguity. She’s a straightforward sort of person, she just wants to know. But she also isn’t stupid, and she’d quite like to retain at least a shred of dignity. So, she’s on a quest to see if she can’t… make something happen. One way or another. That, however, rests on being able to get him on his own, which is easier said than done, given how inseparable he and her brother are.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how she comes to find herself in detention this fine Thursday evening, having overheard her brother commiserate with him about having to attend on the school bus earlier in the week.

She’s delighted when he slopes to the back of the room and drops down into the seat next to her, just as the teacher announces they’ll be writing lines, chalking the text to copy onto the board at the front.

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi, yourself,” she replies.

“No talking!” commands the teacher. “This is detention, not a social club!”

She shoots him a regretful look, and picks up her pen. He does likewise. Moments later, he nudges her softly with his elbow and angles his exercise book towards her. Instead of the lines he’s meant to be writing, there’s a message for her, in his scrawly, spidery handwriting.

What are you here for?

Now that is a very good question indeed, because detention is generally something that she (unlike him) is very good at avoiding. But, being certain that he would be here, and being equally certain that her brother would not, was enough to overcome her natural inclination towards good behaviour. Or at least, her natural inclination towards not getting caught being bad.

Messing about in History, she writes back. Which is true. Surprisingly, it took quite a lot of effort - her History teacher paid so little attention to the class, she actually had to chuck a screwed up ball of paper at him to earn herself the detention.

He laughs softly. We can be reprobates together then.

She stills for a moment, twisting a strand of her red hair around her fingers, wondering if she dares actually flirt with him. Thinks to herself, Ah, fuck it.

I like the sound of that, she writes, catching his eye, and sending him a look that she hopes is suitably alluring.

He shoots her an interested glance, which she thinks is promising. Do you? he asks.

She bites her lip. Yeah. I do.

For a few minutes, he doesn’t write anything. Chews his pen, like he’s thinking some particularly deep thought. Then he nudges her again, making sure he has her attention. She looks at him curiously. Those gorgeous green eyes are sparkling, and she thinks she could actually drown in them. He meets her gaze intently, like he’s searching for something in her expression. Then, he takes a deep breath, and starts writing again.

I’m going to grab a bag of chips on the way home afterwards. Want to join me? We could eat them in the park?

Her heart leaps in her chest, and has to clamp her lips together to stop herself yelping in a very un-cool way. She looks sidelong at him, and he’s staring at her, not even trying to hide it. He is, she thinks, holding his breath.

With salt and vinegar? she asks, with a smirk.

He relaxes a bit, laughs silently. Of course!

Oh well, in that case, yeah, she writes. Sounds like fun.

And you know what? She’s right - it is.

#hinny microfic #harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #harry x ginny #fanfic #muggle au #microfiction

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camywamycam · 1 year

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bringing the Marauders to their first muggle party HCs

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Sirius

He's used to parties but not muggle parties. he was never exposed to any muggle activities due to his parents the only related muggle thing he was able to sneak by was music and he nearly got away with it most wizarding world parties are laid back and the most insane it will get is jumping around to muggle music and drinking fire whiskey. the whole reason you brought him was that one night he and the rest of the marauders planned this little party and you were all like "this is a cute little get together" and he was like no this is a super awesome rad insane party wym?? and after you tell him about muggle parties he basically BEGS you to bring him to one when he walks in and sees muggles taking all sorts of drugs and doing stupid shit he just stands there like :0 DO NOT leave him unattended because he WILL try any drugs he sees people doing and WILL green out. he is in his moment fr he sees a Keg stand and he just HAS to try it by the end of the night he's on another planet all over you but in an existential crisis sort of way "what if when we're old and married and you die first? I would never be able to go on but when you think about it we are just tiny little specks in the galaxy almost too small to see....." he's going around bragging about going to a muggle party to everyone the next day.

James

he like Sirius isn't used to muggle customs since he grew up in a pure-blooded family you show him your muggle camera and all the videos on it and the two of you find one with you and your friends at a muggle rave he's all like WHOAHHH :0 he's never seen anything so colorful and aggressive at the same time you bring him to one in the summer and someone offers him acid he 100% takes it being the naive baby he is you lost him so you were freaking out looking for him only to find him with a group of ppl doing the dumbest shit ever and hes like "whoah can I try?? :0" and they're like shooting fireworks at people he CAN NOT be trusted alone when you leave he's carrying 80 glow-sticks that he didn't bring and wearing a neon fedora he tells Sirius and now he's begging you to take him to one the next day he's telling everyone he knows he never thought muggles could be so fun

Remus

you invited him to your friend's party during the summer and he thought it would be like the ones in his common room and boy was he wrong... you get him to try weed and he's never been so relaxed in his life you make a note to bring some for full moons he tries muggle alcohol and he looks like a baby trying a lemon for the first time you quite literally have to beat off both women and men of him with a stick he somehow finds a group of nerds to talk to about muggle books but its 10x more entertaining because their all high out of their minds you trust him enough to leave him for 60 seconds to go to the bathroom and you find him sitting on the kitchen floor eating a cold once was warm baked potato?? also his socks are missing but he still has his shoes on? this just reminds you he's just as irresponsible as the rest of the boys hes just slightly smarter about his stupid actions high Remus is INSANE he's hanging from a chandelier one moment and skinny-dipping into a pool the next you HAVE to bring a camera so you can show him all the crazy out-of-character shit he did he has the worst headache ever in the morning but he had the best sleep ever you ended up going up to your friend's room and crashing there but he wakes up naked in the backyard covered in peanut butter for some reason he's so embarrassed even more so when you show the videos/photos from the party the next day to James and Sirius they start calling peanut butter sandwiches peanut-butter-Mooneys or peanut-butter-lupin sandwiches he is not amused at all

#Marauders #marauders era #the maraunders map #marauders fanfiction #poly!marauders #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter headcanon #marauders headcanon #remus lupin headcanon #sirius black headcanon #james potter headcanon #random headcanon #silly headcanons

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pomegranateboba · 1 month

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Hiii girlie pop skibidi toilet bom bom jgwwkvwiwgwiwbwiw (wow i am so funny)

Can u make the ArcTwi boy with the Summoner who makes weapon like, yk, machine gun and the summoner, with the magic they learned, added some extra stuff to the machine gun and... Well...

Anw have a nice day girlie pop ily 🥰😘😘

hello pookie anon 🤩what extra stuff though 🤨 I'm just gonna assume its like glitter or something and not whatever I'm thinking rn (milk-) I don't know what to name this headcanon 💀

Arcturus

He turned the corner and was hit with a face-full of orange glitter

And the orange glitter turned him into an orange juice machine

Yeah now you have Arcky the orange juice machine

He was not expecting that at all

He knew about your machine gun, he knows about your passion for making weapons

But why Summoner. Why.

Free orange juice I suppose

Time to go collect the rest now that you have placed orange juice machine Arcky in your room

Spica

You found him in his office

"What do you need, Summoner-?"

He was cut off due to green glitter in his face. Now, he's a ladle

He was disappointed but not surprised at your behaviour

He feels weird no doing paperwork because he is now an inanimate object

Now we have ladle Spica, what next

You placed ladle Spica next to orange juice machine Arcturus and went outside

Alpheratz

He was just asleep under his tree, why do you have to do this

He didn't notice anything

You gave him red glitter and now he's a spatula

He didn't realise what was happening until he woke up as a spatula on your desk in your room, placed next to ladle Spica and orange juice machine Arcturus

He assumed it was Pollux or Sirius at first, but then again he was in your room

He suspected that machine gun

Ah well, Spica can't nag him if he's a spatula, also Spica is a ladle now

He went back to sleep

Pollux

Pollux was just trying to find Arcky

He cam up to you after class and asked you where Arcky was

And then pink glitter occurs

And poof now he's a toaster

Pollux was speechless. Not like he has a choice. He's a toaster now.

Somehow, he wasn't surprised

Wants to ask you what spell you used after he's not a toaster anymore

You placed Poaster next to Spadle, Alpatula and Arcky (I don't know how to put Arcturus and orange juice machine together-)

4 down, 2 to go. Gotta get them all, as the wise people say

Vega

Poor guy, he just wanted to go out with you

You gave him the glitter treatment

And from the blue glitter was a teaspoon

You always knew he was the little spoon

Vega was just...no

He wanted to go out, no? So you placed him in your jacket pocket so that he can hang around you

Time to find the red flag

Sirius

It actually wasn't that hard to find him

He was in his room, trying to fix his hair

Someone had put something in his shampoo and now his hair is all wonky

You managed to sneak in and purple glitter him

He was actually trying to avoid you, because he saw how you glittered Arcky

But due to plot, he is now a meat grinder. Why? Idk.

Sirius was like: *surprised pikachu face*

Or it would be if meat grinders had faces

You happily skipped back to your room with Sirius the meat grinder in your arms and Vega the teaspoon in your pocket

We got them all >:)

Rigel

Plot twist: Rigel was your accomplice

Only for Sirius though, he was the one who messed up Sirius's stuff

In return for helping you, he was spared from the glitter treatment

That machine gun scares him

More peace and quiet for him, so he didn't object

He didn't wanna help at first, until you pulled out the gun

He's just gonna pretend nothing happened and that he was not involved

But if you tell on him, he will find you

I feel like this is less about the machine gun and more about the kitchen utensils-

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight rigel #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight headcanons

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jinx-420 · 1 year

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Good ol’ scary movie

Warnings- Ellie x fem reader, reader and Ellie smoke weed,some smut near the end, pet names (baby,princess, Angel) lmk if I forgot any :p

A/N - This is my first fanfic I have written in like 4 years 😭

Part two

It was a rainy Friday evening finishing up your schoolwork when your best friend, Ellie Williams texted you, A smile immediately lit your face as you read her text. “you feel like coming over to watch a movie and get high ?” You quickly replied

“What kind of question is that ofc I do when should I come over?”

“Already waiting for you :)”

“Omw 🏃‍♀️‼️”

You decided to get comfy considering you would be hanging with your favorite person, you put on a simple black tank top and your favorite pj pants along with converse. You also put on some casual makeup and applied some lotion and perfume. You grabbed your keys and phone and made your way over to Ellie’s.

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As you knock on her door shuffling your feet you hear her hurried footsteps to the door and your met with her piercing green eyes “hi” you say sweetly “hi there” she says in a low but contempt voice, as you walk around her place you see her rolling tray already prepared for you both and she also got the couch all comfy with a comforter and many soft pillows and her favorite stuffed animal, beefy, you got for her last Christmas “ohmygod you made the couch so comfy elsssss I’m ganna fall asleep before we finish the movie” you said with a pout which warms Ellie’s heart as you always manage to do. she watches you curl into a ball on the couch,sinking into the cushions and wrapped in a tortilla blanket. “I’ll just have to entertain you enough so you don’t fall asleep” Ellie said with a slight smirk. You would be lying to yourself if you said that Ellie wasn’t the most beautiful person you have ever met but you have never flirted or tried anything with her to risk your friendship. “Guess what” she asked pulling you out of your thoughts “what?” As she sits on the couch next to you she pulls out a box from under the coffee table infront of you full of your favorite snacks. Your eyes widen and you look at her and the box of your snacks before you jump into her strong arms, which makes her lay back on the couch with you on top of her. you found yourself squealing with excitement as you repeatedly gave Ellie many thank you’s.

Ellie couldn’t ignore the fact that your braless tits were pressing against her own and how you were basically straddling her like a koala on the couch, she swears if she was a man she would be hard right now. As you lean back to thank Ellie one more time you see her flushed checks and her beautiful green eyes staring at you in a way that almost looked like she was drunk but you swore you saw a glimpse of lust in her eyes as her mouth was left agape. She licked her lips as you stared at her and you gave her one final thank you in a whisper as you got off her. As you reached down to get your favorite snack, unbeknownst to you Ellie stared at your thong sticking out of your loose pj pants with no shame. At this point she swears the universe is punishing her for giving her the hottest best friend on this planet, like seriously how is she not suppose to feel anything towards you ? You guys have known each other since childhood and since day one Ellie has loved you even if it was in a friendly way at first. As you both hit puberty and grew in more ways than one she started to grow deeper feelings for you. The day she knew she was in love with you however was a day she would never forget. You guys were both 15 at the time and were at a beach trip together as your parents both were friends too, you shared a room together and of course you two had the genius idea to sneak out onto the beach late at night, after the troubles of trying to stay quiet sneaking out of the window you both walked along the shore of the beach as waves crashed beautifully against each other. The moonlight shining on your features perfectly made her stop in her tracks and just admire you. She always knew you were beautiful but something about the romantic scenery that night just clicked something in her head that she didn’t just want to be your friend but she wanted to kiss you, she wanted to call you hers, she wanted to love you and show you how much you meant to her. When you noticed Ellie staring at you of course you giggled and asked her why she was staring. She got beet red and stuttered trying to explain that there was something on your face.

“Earth to elssssss” you said in a teasing tone watching her zone out. She looked back at you and noticed your suggestive looks towards the rolling tray “oh shit, I’ll roll right now I kinda zoned out” she said while scratching the back of her neck. you giggled at her nervousness finding it cute and decided to tease her a little while she was rolling. You sat closer to her so that your bodies were pressed together “well that much was obvious but I want to know what you were thinking aboutttttt” you said sweetly and giving her a smile which had an affect on her that you didn’t quite understand. She looked in your eyes and folded per usual, “was jus thinkin about our beach trip” she said avoiding your eye contact. “The one where you were staring at me the whole time?” You say with a little giggle. “Shut up” she says pushing you away slightly. She continues to roll the joint and like always you were staring at her fingers and something in her head told her “fuck it” and to try to try something with you.. it was worth a try right ? She could always read you and know when you were uncomfortable so she would stop if she saw even a hint of that look. As she went in to lick the paper of the joint to seal it, she held eye contact with you, a trick she learned from a movie once. She watched as your face got red and she couldn’t deny the fact that your thighs slightly pressed against each other to relieve any friction you could. Surely this had to be a dream right ? Her dream girl getting worked up over her tongue? She just had to see how far she could push you now so as she finished rolling the joint perfectly she placed it in your mouth while holding under your chin gently, “first hit for my princess always” she said slyly. she held eye contact with you as she lit the joint for you and you both held intense eye contact as you took a pretty big hit. You blew the smoke to the side still staring into her eyes. After a while of sharing drama and passing the joint til it was a roach, she put it out. “soooo what movie should we watch??” You asked as you shared the blanket with her and cuddling up to her side. “your choice, baby” it wasn’t unusual for Ellie to call you these petnames but you never got used to it as it always made you flushed. “Hmmmm I’m feeling like a good ol’ scary movie whatcha think?” She slightly chuckled and said with red droopy eyes “finding ways to get closer to me, huh?” Your face felt like it was on fire and your own high making these feelings 10x more heightened. “You wish” you said while chucking a pillow at her. Of course you always found Ellie insanely attractive but when she was high was a whole different story, you were beginning to think that this whole thing was a bad idea if you couldn’t control the warm feeling in your lower stomach. “the shining ?” Ellie asked noticing you zoning out a bit and you giggled a bit as you agreed and started to roam the tv in search for the movie. Once the movie was finally starting Ellie held your waist impossibly closer to her and you could have sworn you almost moaned just by her touch, yeah, you were down bad.

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As the movie came to an end, you were embarrassed to admit that you were barely even paying attention to the classic movie but instead thinking about Ellie fucking you the whole time. Your pussy was throbbing so uncontrollably you had to excuse yourself twice for the uncomfortable wetness in your panties.

By the time the movie was over your highs wore off and you were eager to be high again so you could have a good nights rest. “elssssss” you said as sweetly and quietly as you could which made Ellie think an Angel was calling her name and of course in her eyes there was. She looked at your face which had a slight pout to it then her eyes drifted to your cleavage smushed together as you were leaning against her. “What’s up Angel ? Want to smoke before bed ?”

It always caught you off guard how much she could read you just by looking at you. “Mhmmm” you said and giggled slightly when she responded with a “coming right up”.

She started to roll another joint while you watched her slim fingers work their way around the paper. Ellie probably wouldn’t admit this but the reason she never had pre rolled joints for you was so that you could watch her fingers and maybe get the idea that she knew her way around some things.. Ellie’s favorite part of rolling was coming up and instead of her licking it she decided something new, she held the almost rolled joint infront of you and looked at you waiting for you to stick your tounge out, of course you did and same as always looked her in the eye as you swiped your tongue painfully slow against the thin and cherry flavored paper, Ellie had to change positions due to the painful ache growing on her swollen clit. And her mouth quite literally salivated as she saw a string of saliva connecting from your lip to the paper and without a second though Ellie brought her tongue to the string of spit back to the paper to give it a second lick on top of yours. If you weren’t wet before you were DRIPPING now. Ellie glanced at your red face as she sealed the joint and put it between your lips as she dug in her pockets for the lighter and to her surprise it wasn’t there. She looked around for a minute before she saw the outline of a lighter in your pants and took it upon herself to reach for it, her slim fingers wrapped around the lighter but also skimmed dangerously close to your core as your legs instinctively pressed together. She thought she was dreaming at this point and had to consider if she wanted to take things further with you. After deep thought while passing around the joint, the look in your eyes and the fact that everytime she looked at you your thighs pressing together just a bit confirmed her conclusion that you wanted her just as bad as she wanted you (which she didn’t think was possible) as you both looked high as a kite with red glossy eyes she takes a bigger hit than usual and as she holds it in her lungs there’s a small “cmere” and she pats her torso as she is lying down and you make your way intop of her with each leg beside her waist, she grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you so close your lips touch and she finally lets out the smoke she has been holding in as you inhale all of it without fail you hold the smoke in your own lungs for a second before blowing it to the side and to your surprise Ellie eagerly takes your face in her hands and moves her plump lips with yours. You let out a tiny whine which Ellie finds adorable but also the hottest thing she has ever heard. Her hands were holding your waist as she swiped her tongue across your bottom lip testing the waters and of course you eagerly widened your mouth welcoming her tongue with yours. Your pussy was aching so much at this point that you couldn’t help but start to grind on her abs which you could feel through her tank top. Not only did you moan from the friction but Ellie groaned because she could just barely feel your lips grinding on her through your pants. She lowered her hands from your waist to your ass and started to grind you harder against her, by now you were a moaning mess and was practically drooling by the euphoric feeling Ellie was granting you. You felt your peak coming on soon and just as you were getting closer there was a knock on the door. “Shit” Ellie said frustrated that someone had to ruin this moment. She slowly pulled you off her and got up with you following behind to see who was at her door at this time, she looked through the peephole and looked back at you,

“did you invite Abby ?”

#ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #the last of us #ellie williams smut #abby anderson #bbg #joel miller #fanfic #ellie fanfiction

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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 10

WARNINGS: none

"When and where should we meet to work on your nougat?" you ask Fred and George after an excruciatingly long class of nothing but reading. You've pulled them off to the side in the middle of the hallway.

"Y'know, I haven't really given that much thought..." says Fred, clucking his tongue.

George casually leans against the wall on your right. "We normally work up in our dormitory," he says. "All of our equipment and materials are there. I just assumed you would sneak in late in the evening."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. "'Just sneak in'?" you scoff.

"Like the slippery Slytherin that you are!" Fred says, grinning widely. "Perfect! You should have no problem with that."

"Oh, but I do," you say. "I don't think I'm comfortable with going into the Gryffindor boys dorms."

George waves a hand of dismissal. "Aw, there's nothing to worry about."

"The two of us wouldn't try anything, of course," says Fred seriously. "We aren't like that at all. And we wouldn't want to get on your bad side anyway. You're going to be our savior."

You snort.

"And as for the others sharing our room, they wouldn't dare mess with you. You belong to us now," George reassures. You raise your eyebrows at this and Fred laughs.

George chuckles awkwardly as his ears turn red. "That came out wrong. You know what I mean."

"Just know that you can trust us, y/n," says Fred. "You'd be completely safe."

You agree to meet the twins in their dormitory at 9:30 that evening. You wait in the Slytherin common room, bouncing your leg anxiously. Everyone else has gone to bed, so you sit alone in the echoey dungeon. You jump at the smallest noises, already feeling guilty for breaking the rules before you've even done it. But, you are also excited. You've never done anything like what you have planned, having always been a goody two shoes throughout all of your school years... Before you know it, you glance up at the clock above the fireplace and it reads 9:25. Time to go.

You silently exit the dungeon and start for the Gryffindor common room. You tiptoe through the halls, once having to hide around a corner when Peeves the poltergeist comes floating about. You barely slip past a prefect who's marching up and down the moving staircases like a guard on watch, and then you've made it to the Gryffindor common room entrance. You approach the portrait of the sleeping fat lady and give her the password that the twins gave you.

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia," you say. The fat lady startles awake.

"What?" she asks in a daze.

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia," you repeat. You begin to worry that you got the password wrong as the fat lady stares down at you. Then you realize that she's looking at your robes, specifically your green, Slytherin neck tie. But she can't stop you because you said the password. The fat lady reluctantly opens her painting to the Gryffindor common room.

You've lived with the green and silver Slytherin common room for so long that all of the red and gold in this one feels excessive. You take your time in gazing around the room until you hear a low, gravely sound and you freeze.

Someone is fast asleep and snoring on one of the couches that faces away from you. A head full of shaggy red hair lays on the armrest. Thinking it's one of the twins, you go to wake him up. You lean over the back of the sofa, but stop yourself just before you touch his shoulder when you realize that he is not one of the twins but their brother, Ron. You quickly pull away, covering your mouth with one hand to prevent a giggle, then move to head upstairs to the boys dormitory.

Your heart beats fast as you open the creaky door to find Fred and George sitting crisscross around a cauldron on the floor in the center of the room. A strange, blue, syrup-like liquid bubbles inside the cauldron. The only source of light comes from a lantern hanging from a bed post and a chimney stove filled with red coals.

"Y/n!" the twins exclaim quietly so as not to disturb the other three boys sleeping soundly in their beds.

"Hello!" you whisper, grinning from ear to ear. The twins scoot over so you can sit down, the three of you making a triangle around the cauldron. You let out a long sigh. It feels good to finally be able to relax. The twins watch as you stretch your arms above your head.

"Everything go alright?" Fred asks.

"Well, I'm here, so... yeah," you reply, making it sound like it wasn't a big deal that you had managed to get all the way from the dungeons to the Gryffindor tower without getting caught.

George rubs his hands together excitedly. "Good, good, good. Now let's get started!"

You study with the twins for about two hours, flipping through dusty old records and potion books, taking notes, and trying not to fall asleep. It's around 11:45 when you really start to nod off, and the twins decide that you'd better get leaving.

"Thanks a million, y/n," George whispers as he and Fred follow you to the door.

"No problem," you yawn. "Just wish me luck in getting back to my own dorm. Now that I'm all tuckered out I might not be as 'slippery' as you say I am," you snicker, looking at Fred.

"Good luck," Fred chuckles. He opens the door for you.

"Same time tomorrow?" George asks.

You nod. "Sure, sure. As long as I'm not struggling to stay awake during the day."

"You get used to it," says Fred.

You hear a shuffling down at the bottom of the stairwell and Ron emerges from below, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He comes to a halt at the top of the stairs when he spots you.

"Oh... you again," Ron says, walking to the twins' doorway. You open your mouth to spout an explanation, but he holds a hand up to stop you. "I don't care. Just leave me out of whatever it is you're doing." He holds his open hand out toward Fred. "Give me back my wand," he grumbles.

Fred laughs. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." He reaches into his robes and pulls out a battered wand. He places it in Ron's palm. Without speaking another word, Ron turns around to go to his own dorm room.

"He gets grumpy whenever he's tired," George says.

"And when we steal his things," says Fred.

"Ah... Well, I best be off. G'night," you say, stepping out of the room.

"Nighty night," the twins respond together. "Take care." They blow kisses and wave at you like your mother would if you were leaving the house.

"Will do, thanks," you laugh as they close the door behind you. You are so sleepy that it is, in fact, by sheer luck that you make it back to the Slytherin common room without getting caught.

#fred and george #fred and george weasley #fred weasley x reader #george weasly x reader #fred weasley fic #george weasley fic #fred weasley x y/n #george weasley x y/n #reader pov #pov #slytherin girl #harry potter fandom #harry potter #wizarding world #fred weasley #george weasley

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mishwanders · 2 years

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Chapter Eight [Wesker]: The Devil Inside

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Cannibal Reader

Warnings: discussion of murder, serial killers, killing, eating.

Summary: Wesker takes you to meet Chief Irons after your shift.

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It was coming close to the end of the shift and Wesker continued to sneak glances at you, making sure you were okay. You seemed to have things under control with no issues at all from what he could tell. To say he was proud of you would be an understatement. He watched you as you finally stood up, bringing the stack of files back to his office. You closed the door behind yourself and placed them on the desk.

“Well, I finally got these finished.” You said

“Good.” He replied, “How has it been so far for you out there?”

“Not too bad. Barry’s chatty and he’s been easily feeding me information. Chris and Joseph are almost as annoying as the lights, but I think I can handle myself around them.”

Wesker chuckled at your quip about Chris and Joseph. He knew you’d be in for a whole new world of annoyance with them.

“You find the lights annoying?” He asked

“They buzz too loudly. But all of the other noises happening at once tend to drown it. I hear every creak of a chair, sneeze, cough, and whisper. It’s a lot to take in on the first day.”

“Well once you get used to it, you’ll be able to learn how to drown certain noises out and what to listen for.”

He watched you nodded in response, leaning towards him against the desk now.

“After we have our next meeting again, I want you to join me to meet Chief Irons. It’ll be good for you to know him, considering he’s Umbrella’s as well.”

He noticed you arch your brow with curiosity at the mention of Umbrella.

“Was he a researcher too?”

He chuckled at you again. You knew how to amuse him even without trying.

“Definitely not. Just some scum that they were easily able to use to help keep quiet about their efforts.”

“So a shady fuck.” You replied

He nodded.

“Precisely.”

You both heard the sound of the door opening behind you, seeing the figure of Enrico standing in the doorway.

“We’re ready for you both.” He said

Wesker stood up from his place at the desk and led you out the door. The two men gave their huddle meeting with the group before the teams switched out, leaving the Bravo team at the RPD for the day. Wesker had you follow him out of the S.T.A.R.S. Office and down through the halls, all the way to Chief Irons office. From the very first glance at the room, it was already so different in comparison to the rest of the police station. There was the heavy scent of tobacco in the room and the faded scent of formalin and chloroform hanging in the back. The walls were decorated with a lavish emerald green wallpaper, in comparison to the dark blue paint of the S.T.A.R.S. Office and halls of the RPD. He had matching mahogany furniture with an impressive amount of taxidermy animals placed throughout the room.

It definitely didn’t seem like an office for the chief of police.

Wesker noticed you taking in the room, seeing you lost in the ambiance of it as you leaned back against the desk. He could see your eyes hopping between all of the dead animals contemplatively. He moved closer to you, placing his hands on either side of you, pinning you between his body and the desk.

“Did he kill these himself?” You asked

“For the most part, yes.” Wesker replied

“Why keep the bodies then? It seems like a waste.”

“Some people like to keep trophies of what they killed.” He explained

“Trophies? Do they always have to be bodies?” You asked

He shook his head.

“A lot of hunters or killers will use whatever they have a connection to. Could be bodies, such as these animals, but could also be other items like hair, teeth, eyes, articles of clothing, or photos. It just depends on who’s doing it, and what their motive is.”

Wesker looked into your eyes, watching you closely, attempting to assess how all of that made you feel. But you were hard to read at times, and right now, this was one of those moments.

“Do you think you would ever be that type?” He asked

You shook your head.

“Not like this. The pleasure I feel in the act of it is so much better than having something like this around to gawk at. It’s like they’re forever preserved in me, in my mind. They’re last moments are kept inside of me like a secret diary.”

“So the memories become your trophies then.” He commented

“I guess so.” You said, looking away.

Wesker brought up his hand to your chin, pulling your attention back to him. He felt your jaw set, felt you swallow nervously against his knuckles. He smirked at you, finding your tendencies amusing.

“You are a curious one, pet. What’s got you so nervous now?”

He awaited your answer, but you both heard the door open, and the muttering of Chief Irons as he walked through the door. When he finally turned around from closing the door, he stopped in his place, in shock to see the two of you there, and in such close proximity to the other at that. Wesker regretfully turned his attention to the man, faking a warm smile, and extending his hand to the man.

“Wesker, so glad to see you back.” The old man said, shaking his hand. “How was your, er… vacation?”

“It was wonderful.” He replied, “Better than expected.”

The chief let out a sigh of relief, smiling at that. He knew about the Wesker’s little ruse to bring you here. Hell, he even had to sign off on him taking on a new S.T.A.R.S. member.

“Well that’s good to hear.” He said

Wesker watched as the chief turned his attention to you. Even Wesker could sense the tension coming off of the man. He had to make his best attempt to break it, to show that you were not a threat to him.

“This is the new Rookie.” Wesker interjected, “They’ll be helpful in our efforts.”

“I hope you’re right about that. Either way, it’s nice to meet you.” Irons said, looking in your direction still.

Wesker noticed the change in the man’s demeanor once again, seeing him back away a bit. Wesker caught you out of the corner of his eye. You were smiling at the man, but not in the way you had with the rest of the S.T.A.R.S. Team. This one was filled with malice, much more devious and devilish. This was the first time he’d ever seen that look on your face. He wondered if that’s how you usually looked at your victims or if you were exhibiting some aggression in the presence of another predator, similar to that of a rut between bucks. Regardless, he needed to stop you before you got yourself in trouble with the wrong person.

“They will be, you can trust us with that.”

Wesker extended his hand out to you, motioning you towards him. The two had a few more words together, discussing matters of S.T.A.R.S. most recent operation and the Chiefs disdain for Redfield before he led you out of the office and back into the hall.

“I’m going to need you to be a bit nicer to him.” Wesker cautioned

“Let me guess - he’s a part of this too?”

Wesker nodded. You grimaced at the thought of it.

“Fine. But I like him the least. Even more so than Chris.”

Wesker chuckled at your response. You had no idea how much those two hated each other as well.

“Come on, let’s get back home.” He told you, “I’d rather not be here any longer than I’d have to.”

He watched you look up at him with that devilish smile again, this time seemingly more playful.

“Aye aye, Captain.”

Chapter Seven: Sensitive

Chapter Nine: Honey

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trinity-mia · 3 months

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a story as endless as the ocean

the lightning thief

2.1 the beginning of the end

warnings : betrayal, monster attack... more or less, allie gets a little angry, probs some cussing

word count : 4.8k

2.1 The Completed Prophecy Brings Forth a New Set of Challenges and Stress

We were the first heroes to return alive to Half-Blood Hill since Luke's own quest, so of course, everybody treated us as if we'd won some reality-TV contest. According to camp tradition, we wore laurel wreaths to a big feast prepared in our honor, then led a procession down to the bonfire, where we got to burn the burial shrouds our cabins had made for us in our absence.

Luke's shroud was metallic white and emerald green, with a pair of winged sneakers on the front. It gave off a weird reptilian scent while it burned.

Being the daughter of Poseidon, I didn't have any cabin mates, so my friends had all volunteered to work together to make my shroud. It was absolutely beautiful, made of long sea green silk and embroidered with a golden trident. Silena cried in dismay when we burned it, though for the rest of us it was fun to burn them, in a very morbid kind of way. Like I was sticking up my finger at everyone who thought I would fail in quest, including myself.

As Apollo's cabin led the sing-along and passed out s'mores, I was surrounded by all of my friends and Grover's satyr buddies, who were admiring the brand-new searcher's license he'd received from the Council of Cloven Elders. The council had called Grover's performance on the quest "Brave to the point of indigestion. Horns-and-whiskers above anything we have seen in the past."

Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brat didn't get herself killed and now she'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday..."

I moved all of my stuff from home into cabin three, but it didn't feel so lonely anymore. My car was parked right on the road near Camp Half-Blood. At first, Chiron didn't want it out there, just in case a monster or something got to it, but I convinced him I didn't care if it got damaged and if it was inside camp borders the Stoll Brothers would probably do much more damage than a monster.

I had my friends to hang with during the day, and Luke regularly snuck into my room to sleep in my bed with me. Though, I would be shocked if Chiron didn't know he'd been doing it since we got back. At first, it wasn't every night, but every so often one of us would get a nightmare and he'd be knocking at my door. When he realized that he couldn't always just guess whenever I'd have a nightmare and also couldn't just sneak into the Hermes cabin, we'd silently decided to make it an every night thing. We'd gotten used to being together during our quest, so being apart was weird. I got up at five every morning, anyway, so it's not like anyone ever caught us.

I spoke with Chiron, and agreed to stay year-round, but I would have permission to go on little trips outside. Apparently, it was an allowance given to children of Poseidon, as otherwise, we tended to go stir-crazy and run away after destroying something. So, while I would live mostly at camp, I would be able to leave and go to Columbia on the days I had to and I'd get to visit my East Hampton beach house whenever I wanted since it was only half an hour away.

As much as I loved Camp, it was still a huge relief to have that safety net available. I don't think I could cope with being in one place constantly, even this place.

On the Fourth of July, the whole camp gathered at the beach for a fireworks display by cabin nine. Being Hephaestus's kids, they weren't going to settle for a few lame red-white-and-blue explosions. They'd anchored a barge offshore and loaded it with rockets the size of Patriot missiles.

According to Luke, who'd seen the show several times before, the blasts would be sequenced so tightly they'd look like frames of animation across the sky. The finale was supposed to be a couple of hundred-foot-tall Spartan warriors who would crackle to life above the ocean, fight a battle, then explode into a million colors.

As Luke and I were spreading a picnic blanket, Grover showed up to tell us good-bye. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt and sneakers, but in the last few weeks, he'd started to look older, almost collage age. His goatee had gotten thicker. He'd put on weight. His horns had grown at least an inch, so he now had to wear his Rasta cap all the time to pass as human.

"I'm off," he said, shifting slightly. "I just came to say... well, you know."

I tried to feel happy for him. After all, it wasn't every day a satyr got permission to go look for the great god Pan. But it was hard saying good-bye. I'd only known Grover a year, yet he was one of my oldest real friends.

I gave him a tight hug and reminded him to keep his fake feet on, thinking of how they had fallen off on the train while Luke asked him where he was going to search first.

"Kind of a secret," he said, looking embarrassed. "I wish you could come with me, guys, but humans and Pan..."

"We understand," I assured him. "You got enough tin cans for the trip?"

"Yeah."

"And you remembered your reed pipes?" I pressed.

"Jeez, Allie," he grumbled. "You're like an old mama goat."

But he didn't really sound annoyed.

He gripped his walking stick and slung a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like any hitchhiker you might see on an American highway— nothing like the little runty boy I used to defend from bullies at Yancy Academy.

"Well," he said with a small smile. "Wish me luck."

I gave him a tight hug. He and Luke clapped each other on the shoulders, then headed back through the dunes. I watched him go through misty eyes.

Fireworks exploded to life overhead: Hercules killing the Nemean lion, Artemis chasing the boar, George Washington crossing the Delaware.

"Hey, Grover," I called.

He turned at the edge of the woods.

"Wherever you're going, I hope they make good enchiladas."

Grover grinned, and then he was gone, the trees closing around him.

"We'll see him again," Luke told me, pulling me into a side hug.

I tried to believe it. The fact that no searcher had ever come back in two thousand years... Well, I decided not to think about that. Grover would be the first. He had to be.

The summer passed.

I spent my days in camp devising new strategies for capture-the-flag and making alliances with the other cabins to keep the banner out of Ares' hands. Clarisse and I started a friendly, but vicious, rivalry over it. I got to the top of the climbing wall for the first time without getting scorched by lava.

From time to time, I'd walk past the Big House, glance up at the attic windows, and think about the Oracle. I tried to convince myself that its prophecy had come to completion.

You shall go west, and face the god who has turned.

Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, even though the traitor god had turned out to be Ares rather than Hades.

You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned.

Check. One master bolt delivered. One helm of darkness back on Hades' dark head.

You shall be betrayed by one who calls you friend.

That line still bothered me. Ares had pretended to be our friend, then betrayed me. That must have been what the Oracle meant even though it didn't quite fit...

And the last one.

And it shall begin, in the end.

Surely, it meant my fight with Ares? I wasn't arrogant enough to claim it was anything close to a war or anything of the sort, but I couldn't think of another option. The quest was over, so the prophecy should be complete. And Chiron had said that the Oracle's words often didn't make sense, anyway.

The last night of the summer session came all too quickly.

The campers had one last meal together. We burned part of our dinner for the gods. At the bonfire, the senior counselors awarded the end-of-summer beads.

I got my own leather necklace, and when I saw the bead for my first summer, I was glad the firelight covered my blushing. The design was a simple pitch black bead, with a sea-green trident shimmering in the center.

"The choice was unanimous," Luke announced, grinning at me cheekily. "This bead commemorates the first Daughter of the Sea God, and the quest that she undertook into the darkest part of the Underworld to stop a war!"

The entire camp got to their feet and cheered. I'm not sure I'd ever felt as happy or sad as I did at that moment. I'd finally found a family, people who cared about me and thought I'd done something right. And in the morning, most of them would be leaving for the year.

The next morning, I went to do some training and get myself out of the way while everyone was packing themselves into the camp shuttle. Of my friends, Luke, Silena, Beckendorf and the Stolls were all staying. Beckendorf's mother was dead, Silena only visited her father rarely for a reason she didn't share and I didn't push for, though she obviously adored him, and the Stolls' mother was a heavily devout Christian who kicked them out for 'converting to paganism.'

I had said goodbye to the others last night, and I didn't want to do so again and get upset at them leaving. Especially as my mind had continuously wandered to the fact that if Mom were still alive, I'd be leaving as well.

Instead, I lost myself in the rhythm of practice. Sword-fighting seemed as natural as breathing to me, and by the time a throat clearing interrupted me, I had decimated the training dummies completely. At least they'd be replaced in a few days anyway.

The person standing at the entrance to the arena shocked me.

"Annabeth," I stated in surprise, sweeping some loose hair out of my face and behind my ear again. "What— uh, did you want to do some training or something? I can go."

"No," she shook her head, stepping closer to me. "I actually wanted to talk to you. Bury the hatchet, you know? For Luke's sake."

That completely shocked me, but I was willing to go along with it if she was serious. I'd seen the unhappiness Luke felt at how Annabeth and I seemed to be constantly at odds with each other. Though, I had nothing to do with it, and everyone knew I just defended myself in whatever way was necessary.

"Sure," I agreed slowly. "Here, or—?"

She shook her head, gold curls bouncing. "No, here's not really the place for heart-to-hearts, you know? Follow me, I know a good place to talk."

I turned Riptide back into its necklace form and Shaker into bracelet form and trailed after her as we made our way to the creek and sat down near where I was almost mauled by that hellhound.

"You okay?" Annabeth asked with a look of innocence that was definitely fake on her face. Her eyes were too wide, and I suddenly wished that I could get my sword out more subtly. My instincts were screaming at me, and suddenly it just clicked.

The thief hadn't been found, only Ares and the Crooked Lord. And now I knew why the prophecy had been bothering me so much despite the quest being officially over. It wouldn't really be over until the thief was caught.

"You're the one who took the Bolt," I accused quietly. "Aren't you?"

She laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "Well, well, maybe you're not such a seaweed brain after all. Yes, I took the stupid Bolt." Her expression twisted bitterly as she spoke. She didn't look at all like a twelve-year-old girl, and from the look in her eyes, I had no doubt that she wanted to kill me. "I saw a lot out there in the world, Allie," she said. "I ran away from my idiotic father and his wife and kids when I was seven and I saw the reality of the world. Didn't you feel it, the darkness gathering, the monsters growing stronger? Didn't you realize how useless it all is? All the heroics, being pawns of the gods. They should've been overthrown thousands of years ago, but they've hung on, thanks to us half-bloods."

"You're psychotic," I scoffed back. "In case you haven't realized, without gods, there would be no demigods. It's in the damn word! We need each other!"

She glared, and I could tell that hadn't occurred to her before. Stupid, especially of a supposed child of the wisdom goddess, but I guess that wisdom and common sense don't necessarily go hand-in-hand.

She clicked her fingers instead of answering. A small fire burned a hole in the ground at my feet. Out crawled something glistening black, about the size of my hand. A scorpion.

I started to go for my necklace.

"I wouldn't," Annabeth warned me with a cruel smile. "Pit scorpions can jump up to fifteen feet. Its stinger can pierce right through your clothes. You'll be dead in sixty seconds."

"You're as crazy as Ares."

Her eyes flared violently. "Ares is a fool. He never realized the true master he was serving. If I had time, Allie, I could explain. But I'm afraid you won't live that long."

The scorpion crawled onto my leg.

There had to be a way out of this. I needed time to think.

"Kronos," I stated. "That's who you serve."

The air got colder.

"You should be more careful with names," Annabeth warned me.

"Kronos," I put a lot of emphasis on his name, "got you to steal the master bolt and the helm. He spoke to you in your dreams."

Annabeth's eye twitched. "He spoke to you, too, Allie. You should have listened to him. You might have survived."

"He's brainwashing you, Annabeth. You'd think a child of the wisdom goddess would be able to see that."

"You're wrong!" Annabeth shrieked. "He showed me that my talents are being wasted. I've been here for years, since I was seven! I'm better at fighting and thinking than anyone else in this worthless camp, and yet I've never been allowed to leave except to visit my useless mortal father! It's not fair! I should've been given a quest! I'm better than all of them!"

"You're a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum," I spat back, furious. "And you're going to break Luke's heart!"

"Don't talk to me about Luke!" she snarled. "Do you know how he got that scar on his face? Hermes sent him to steal apples from the Garden of Hesperides, a quest that's been done already! Where's the glory in repeating what others have done? All the gods know how to do is replay their past. His heart wasn't in it. The dragon in the garden nearly killed him, and I knew I had to get justice for him and Thalia. They deserved better than what the gods gave them, the only truly good people in this world. Even Chiron is so blinded by the gods that there's no hope for him. He'd let us all die if they ordered it. He doesn't really care, he just pretends that he does. I wanted to pull Olympus down stone by stone right then, but I bided my time. I began to dream of Kronos. He convinced me to strike– a worthwhile strike– against the gods, to take something that no hero had ever had the courage to take."

I shook my head and tried to interrupt, but she was on a roll, too in her own mind to listen to me.

"When we went on that winter-solstice field trip, while the other campers were asleep, I put on my cap and I snuck into the throne room and took Zeus' master bolt right from his chair. Hades' helm of darkness, too. You wouldn't believe how easy it was, and I'm not even one of Hermes' children. The Olympians are so arrogant; they never dreamed someone would dare steal from them. Their security is horrible. I was halfway across New Jersey before I heard the storms rumbling, and I knew they'd discovered my theft."

The scorpion was sitting on my knee now, staring at me with its glittering eyes. I tried to keep my voice level, and to keep my worry hidden. "So why didn't you bring the items to Kronos?"

Annabeth's smile wavered. "I... I got overconfident. Zeus sent out his sons and daughters to find the stolen bolt, Artemis, Apollo, Hermes. But it was Ares who caught me. I could have out-witted him, but I wasn't careful enough. He disarmed me, took the items of power, threatened to return them to Olympus and burn me alive. Then Kronos' voice came to me and told me what to say. I put the idea in Ares's head about a great war between the gods. I said all he had to do was hide the items away for a while and watch the others fight. Ares got a wicked gleam in his eyes. I knew he was hooked. He let me go, and I returned to Olympus before anyone noticed my absence."

Then she got such a haunted look on her face that I would've felt bad for her if she hadn't put me in the tough spot I was in— it was the same way I looked after a particularly bad confrontation with Gabe.

"Afterward, the Lord of the Titans... h-he punished me with nightmares. I swore not to fail again. Back at Camp Half-Blood, in my dreams, I was told that a second hero would arrive, one who could be tricked into taking the bolt and the helm the rest of the way, from Ares down to Tartarus."

"You summoned the hellhound, that night in the forest."

"We had to make Chiron think the camp wasn't safe for you, so he would start you on your quest. We had to confirm his fears that Hades was after you. And it worked."

"The backpack was cursed," I said. "It was supposed to drag me and the bolt into Tartarus."

"And it would have, if you'd been wearing it. But you gave it to Luke, which screwed everything up. Luke was never supposed to get hurt." Annabeth looked down at the scorpion, which was now sitting on my thigh. "You should have died in Tartarus, Allie. But don't worry, I'll leave you with my little friend to set things right."

"Thalia gave her life to save you," I said, gritting my teeth. "And this is how you repay her?"

"Don't talk about Thalia!" she shrieked. "The gods let her die! That's one of the many things they will pay for."

"You're being used, Annabeth. You and Ares both. Don't listen to Kronos."

"I've been used?" Annabeth's voice turned shrill. "Look at yourself. What has your dad ever done for you? Kronos will rise. You've only delayed his plans. He will cast the Olympians into Tartarus and drive humanity back to their caves. All except the strongest, the ones who serve him."

"Call off the bug," I demanded. "If you're so strong, fight me yourself."

Annabeth smiled, a light of insanity in her gray eyes. "Nice try, Allie. But I'm not Ares. You can't bait me. My lord is waiting, and he's got plenty of quests for me to undertake."

"Annabeth—"

"Good-bye, Allie. There's a new Golden Age coming. You won't be part of it."

She turned and strode away, and I saw the silhouette of someone join her.

For one horrifying second, I thought it was Luke. My heart dropped.

It wasn't Luke. It was Cody.

You shall be betrayed by one who calls you friend.

The words echoed around my head like an alarm, bouncing around every part of my brain until I couldn't deny it anymore. I opened my mouth to say something to him, but he simply strode away after Annabeth.

And there was nothing I could do to stop them, because the minute he turned, the scorpion lunged.

I swatted it away with my hand and summoned Riptide. The thing jumped at me and I cut it in half in mid-air.

I was about to go racing after the two traitors until I looked down at my hand. My palm had a huge red welt, oozing and smoking with yellow guck. The damn thing had gotten me after all. I always hated bugs.

My ears pounded. My vision went foggy. The water, I thought dizzily, hearing the noise of the creek nearby. It healed me before.

I stumbled to the creek and submerged my hand. It was working, but not fast enough. I'd be dead long before the water fully healed me. The poison was too strong. My vision was getting dark. I could barely stand up.

Sixty seconds, Annabeth had told me.

I had to get back to camp. If I collapsed out here, my body would be dinner for a monster. Nobody would ever know what had happened, they wouldn't know about Annabeth and Cody's treachery. They would be completely vulnerable to the two.

My legs felt like lead. My years of athletics kept my stamina going, just enough to keep me alive. My forehead was burning. I stumbled toward the camp, and the nymphs stirred from their trees.

"Help," I croaked. "Please..."

Two of them took my arms, pulling me along. I dimly remember making it to the clearing, a counselor shouting for help, Chiron blowing a conch horn urgently. Then everything went black.

I woke with a drinking straw in my mouth. I was sipping something that tasted like liquid chocolate-chip cookies. Nectar.

I opened my eyes and looked around weakly. I was propped up in bed in the sickroom of the Big House, my right hand bandaged like a club. Argus stood guard in the corner. Luke sat next to me, holding my nectar glass and dabbing a washcloth on my forehead.

"Anyone else got deja vu?" I asked with a weak smile at him.

"That's not funny," Luke answered, looking shaky, the vein in his forehead popping. "You were bleeding from your eyes and turning gray when we found you. If it weren't for Chiron's healing..."

"Now, now," Chiron's voice chided. "Allie's constitution deserves some of the credit for her survival. She ran through most of the forest with no help, while dying of poison."

He was sitting near the foot of my bed in human form, which was why I hadn't noticed him yet. His lower half was magically compacted into the wheelchair, his upper half was dressed in a coat and tie. He smiled, but his face looked weary and pale, the way it did when he'd been up all night grading Latin papers.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Like my insides have been frozen, then microwaved."

"Apt, considering that was pit scorpion venom. Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened."

Between sips of nectar, I told them the story.

The room was quiet for a long time.

"We have to hunt them down," Luke said tightly. "I knew something was up when everyone was accounted for except for the two of them."

He was pushing his pain aside to focus on the problem at hand, but I could see the anguish in his eyes at his surrogate little sister's betrayal. Annabeth had been a mix of sister, daughter, and friend to him. I couldn't imagine the pain he was feeling right then.

"This must be reported to Olympus," Chiron murmured in reply. "I will go at once."

"Zeus has declared the matter of Kronos closed," I pointed out tightly. "We need to do this ourselves, preferably before the Titans are walking the earth again!"

"Allie, I know this is hard. But you must not rush out for vengeance. You aren't ready."

I didn't like it, but I knew that Chiron was right. One look at my hand, and I knew I wasn't going to be sword fighting with both swords for at least a few days.

"Chiron... the prophecy, the one about the child of one of the Big Three... is it, I mean—"

Chiron glanced nervously at the ceiling. "Allie, it isn't my place—"

My eyes narrowed. "You've been ordered not to talk to me about it, haven't you?"

His eyes were sympathetic, but sad. "You will be a great heroine, child. I will do my best to prepare you. But if I'm right about the path ahead of you..."

Thunder boomed overhead, rattling the windows.

"All right!" Chiron shouted. "Fine!" He sighed in frustration. "The gods have their reasons, Allie. Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing."

"We can't just sit back and do nothing," I protested.

"We will not sit back," Chiron promised me. "But you must be careful. Kronos wants you to come unraveled. He wants your life disrupted, your thoughts clouded with fear and anger. Do not give him what he wants. Train patiently. Your time will come."

"Assuming I live that long, you mean?" I spat scornfully.

"You will," Luke promised darkly. "You're staying, aren't you? I'll make sure of it, Angel, I swear on the River Styx that I'll—"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," I said threateningly.

His expression didn't change and even though he didn't say it out loud, he finished it in his head. It wasn't a complete binding, but he didn't need that.

"That would have been foolish," Chiron sighed tiredly. "Don't go around making promises like that, Luke, you know better. Rest now, both of you. I must go and speak to the gods."

I wanted to protest. I wanted to ask him more questions. But his expression told me there would be no more discussion; he had said as much as he could.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," Chiron promised. "Argus will watch over you."

I watched him leave, then turned to Luke. "Help me up. I want to go outside."

"Angel, that isn't a good idea."

I ignored him and slid my legs out of bed. Luke caught me before I could crumple to the floor. A wave of nausea rolled over me.

"I told you so," Luke grumbled, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and grasping my waist to support me.

"I'm fine," I insisted. I didn't want to lie in bed like an invalid while Annabeth and Cody were out there planning to destroy the Western world.

I managed a step forward. Then another, still leaning heavily on Luke. Argus followed us outside, but he kept his distance.

By the time we reached the porch, my face was beaded with sweat. My stomach had twisted into knots and I felt like I was going to faint. But I had managed to make it all the way to the railing.

It was dusk. The camp looked completely deserted. The cabins were dark and the volleyball pit silent. No canoes cut the surface of the lake. Beyond the woods and the strawberry fields, the waters of Long Island Sound glittered in the last light of the sun.

"What are you going to do?" Luke asked me.

I shrugged helplessly at that. "I don't know." Without looking at him, I reached out to clasp his hand gently. "I'm sorry about Annabeth."

He swallowed loudly. "I am too," he muttered gruffly.

We were quiet after that, and I pretended I didn't see the tears trickling down his face as he stared wistfully at Thalia's pine tree. I pulled him into a hug and though he was still very much so holding me up, in that moment, I was his lifeline.

We stayed like that until we went to bed at curfew. As we entered my cabin that night, I felt the pressure settle itself around my shoulders like I was suddenly carrying the weight of the world on them. A child of the Big Three would save or destroy the world. And I was the only open candidate for the position.

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moondancediner · 2 years

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Little sneak peak at something I’ve been working on

(Rooster x OC Tess Mitchell)

He still smelled the same as she remembered, his minty aftershave clouding her every thought. She wanted to keep her face buried in his neck for the rest of time.

“Hey, Hotshot,” he said it quiet enough that only she could hear. “Damn, how long’s it been?”

“Too long,” Tess pulled away only so she could see him up close and he gently set her down on her feet, keeping his hands on her hips. She took his sunglasses off, hanging them on her tank top before putting her hands on either side of his face, inspecting his dark eyes and golden, sun-kissed skin for any more scars than the ones that already riddled his face. “I like the stach,” she nodded and his smile grew impossibly bigger.

“Yeah? Took me two years to grow,”

Her belly laugh had him smiling even bigger, “shit, I missed you,” Rooster could only shake his head at her, amazed that she was even standing in front of him right now. But the amazement was short lived when the joy in her green eyes turned a dangerous shade of dark he hated being on the receiving end of.

“You idiot,” she landed a firm smack on the side of his head.

“Ow!” He brought a hand up to rub the spot that was sure to be sore in the morning, and he was also sure that he heard snickering coming from behind his back. “What the hell Tess?”

“Why didn’t you call me,” it wasn’t a question, it was a stern statement and Bradley couldn’t help but put his hands on her cheeks, mirroring the position she just had him in.

“I just got in, I was going to call you first thing in the morning.”

The sincerity in his voice, the honesty in his eyes nearly melted Tess into a puddle on the dirty bar floor.

“We have one rule,”

When he lands, he calls. That’s the rule.

“I know, I know, I should’ve called,” his golden eyes danced between her sharp green while they softened. “But, to be fair you didn’t tell me you were working here.”

She simply shrugged, “I told you I was in the area.”

He could only smile.

“Penny!” He called, ripping his eyes away from her face, “I’m stealing your bartender!”

“Have her back in fifteen!” And that was all he needed to squat down, throw Tess over his shoulder, and carry her away.

…

“Here you go guys,” Penny was gone as soon as she arrived, dropping the shots and disappearing. Normally, Tess would be working with her on such a busy Friday night, but apparently there’s a rule around here about working on birthdays - a rule that didn’t exist last year, but Tess knew that was an argument she wouldn’t win.

“Cheers fellas,”

“Cheers my love,” Rooster held up his glass to hers and Mav’s.

“Cheers sweetheart,” Maverick said, clinking their glasses and then tossing his back. Tess was quick to swallow hers down, and even quicker to shove a slice of lime in her mouth, grimacing against the burn down her throat. Tequila was really great until you had to actually do a shot of it. Bradley leaned down to swipe the lime out of her mouth with his own and sucked down whatever juice was left, leaving Tess staring at his mouth in a not-so-subtle way.

“I’m gonna go say hi to everyone,” Mav yelled over the crowd, placing a quick kiss on his daughter's cheek before disappearing into the mass of people, aiming for the rowdy group in the back.

Tess’s eyes found their way back to her husbands face, the way his golden skin glowed in the dim lighting of the bar, sunglasses dripping down his nose, that carefree and confident air he had about him left her breathless on a normal day, but with the alcohol buzzing through her system she was about ready to take his clothes off in the middle of this bar. It’s how he’d always been, ever since she could remember. Cool, calm, collected.

And so damn good looking. Leaning against the side of the bar, one arm resting on the counter, the other hand tucked securely in her back pocket, eyes roaming the room. She noticed that he did that every couple minutes, checked the perimeter for any disturbances, a habit she was sure he picked up from flying.

“You’re staring,” the left corner of his mouth hiked up an inch and his eyes found their way back to hers. She could only smile back. Caught red handed.

“Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me?” He laughed at her words, remembering exactly the first time those words slipped from his lips.

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Ok ok, taking inspiration from your horror carnival idea, I thought a bit of how Disney villains would be in a carnival.

The magical villains can be the magical acts. Fortune telling, magicians, you name it they got it. Maybe even trying to one up each other (I definitely want to see Jafar and Mal go against each other. Dragon VS giant snake).

The hunter gang could be like animal tamers (good luck with that when they have to deal with Scar or Shere Khan). And Gaston definitely is doing the strongman work on the side.

Other villains who happen to just be, mostly, regular people, like Cruella and Sykes, or the twist villains like Hans and Ernesto, could promote the carnival with their fame and money. Maybe Hades as well since I guess godhood technically counts as royalty?

Yzma and the Evil Queen SOMEHOW wound up being in charge of the food, as well as their performances. I wouldn't advise eating the candy apples or drinking the drinks. Fortunately Silver is the head chef too so he can double check the food before it goes out.

Frollo is that one manager that nobody likes. If there's one thing they all can agree on, is that Frollo is a dick.

The weasels (not just the TP, but we're focusing on them now) and villain sidekicks can be the stagehands. They make sure everything runs smoothly behind stage. They have to know SOMETHING about this stuff if the villains trust them all to help them with their plans (dear God, imagine Greasy trying to sneak in the woman's dressing room as a stagehand. Frollo would not be pleased).

That's all I could think of for now. What do you think? Do you think this carnival has potential or will it fall apart? XD

I LOVE THIS IDEA!! All of this is just-

You know the circus is in town when you see Chernabog hanging over the whole damn town 😅😅😅 Just follow the giant winged satan and you'll find it XD

Imagine at shows Hades sits in a big throne (A sort of seat of honour I guess) and he releases a lotta smoke when the show is about to start- just hyping everyone up and giving the acts something cool to come creeping out of. Like you notice the show is about to begin when you see the glowing red eyes of Jafar's staff coming out from all the smoke in the middle of the arena, the mystical green light emitted from between Mal's fingers, and then big, fat, slightly terrifying tentacles start to creep out from the smoke, too.

Hades sucks up all the smoke again back into his body and everyone watching knows the show has begun.

Ohhhhhh! I love the thought of thr hunters gang being animal tamers!! Especially with Scar and Shere Khan (And Zira? Oh!! And Brutus and Nero!) being the animals XDD Goodluck to them. That'd be a good show to see! XD

Oh!! "Come and see the Pure Paragon- Sir Gaston! He can tear a log in two! He can lift 10 men! He can fight a Wildebeast! How does he do it? We dont dare ask... Come see for yourself!" Gaston would love the attention.

I loveeee the idea of the high profile villains promoting the carnival!! That's oddly wholesome and it makes my heart warmm! Like Cruella could have pamphlets made and tucked into the clothes she sells or set on the seats at her fashion shows, Ernesto might do something super extra by having thousands of the pamphlets dropped on the audience at the end of a show ("Be sure to visit 'La Casa de las Voces'!- that is my tent! I hope to see you all there, mi familia!"), Hans using his prince-hood (?) to make sure the carnival gets to set up camp in primo positions in cities, Frollo announcing the Carnival's arrival to town and having his guards wear the carnival's logo somehow (It is his circus after all! It has to do well), etc.

Imagine also Cruella creating costumes for the carnival!! Like she's not strictly apart of the carnival, she's not act or anything, but everyone knows she's the designer and fits in there just as easy as anyone else.

Oh thank goodness Silver is there too XDD I also love the idea of those 3 being a team! Like there's the older, matriarchal one- the unstable crazy one- and the one that talks the other two into not poisoning everyone XD

And!! The thought of all the sidekicks running around making sure the show goes smoothly even though they're kind of bumbling fools is so cute and fun XDD They're doing their best and most of the time it works out... but there are definitely moments where, like, the wrong rope gets cut or some animals are released too early because they growled at them and scared them 😅😅😅 Imagine Iago and Sir Hiss and Co-Stagehand Managers!! <3<3

Greasy get your creepy ass BACK to the stage, Ernesto the drama king is having a meltdown again and we need you to translate.

Ahhhhh, this is such a good idea, I love it!! I hope you didn't mind me adding 😅 You can ignore any or all of it if you want XDD I think they could make it work, as long as they all try to remember they are on the same team here. I REALLY WANT IT TO WORK.

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Part 24- Beauty and the Freak

Girls Night

Veronica

The day before the Prom:

" So why cant you come over tonight Princess?" Eddie asked as he drives me home from school, his hand casually resting on my thigh.

I smile." Because I am having a girls night with Robin and Nancy. Tomorrow is the Prom and that means tonight we sit around and do facials and paint our nails and practice doing each other's hair. We need to make sure that we look perfect for tomorrow."

" Sweetheart, you look perfect without all that." He squeezed my leg. " Your gonna miss our Friday scary movie night!"

I roll my eyes and smile." Why don't you have a guys night? Invite Steve and the guys over, get pizza and have a scary movie marathon? They would love that."

" But it's not the same without the cuddling and the kissing baby. Do you realize that I have kissed you goodnight every night for like months, even if it means sneaking in through your window at night and risking my life?"

" I love it when you sneak in and cuddle me till I fall asleep, then jump out my window before you fall asleep and my mom comes in and catches you. It means a lot to me because you know I have a hard time falling asleep because I can't turn my brain off . Your big spoon cuddling does it every time."

" And tonight you won't have a big spoon to cuddle you."

"I bet Robin would if I asked her too." I smirked

" I bet she would too, and I bet she would like it. I would want to be there to see that."

" Nancy is great but the girl is just skin and bones, I would have to be big spoon."

" Also something I wouldn't mind seeing."Eddie raised his eyebrows.

"We will triple spoon after we have a pillow fight in our bras and underwear."

" Girls don't really do that right, like that's just shit they do in movies right?"

" I have never been to a sleepover where that has happened. Usually we sit around our old pajamas with green goop on our face. Sorry if I just ruined your fantasy "

" Might just sneak over and see for myself. Then I could get my goodnight kiss."

" You make it sound like you are kiss deprived, you get lots of kisses Eddie Munson."

Eddie rubbed my leg with his free hand,"I know baby and I am so grateful but the goodnight kiss, it is the last thing I think of before I go to bed at night."

" You are the absolute sweetest."

" Don't tell anyone, you'll ruin my reputation."

" Ok so maybe if you were to quietly knock on my window at 11 tonight I might open it and give you a smooch. But your not allowed IN my room."

" I will take it." He pulled into my driveway and put the van in park."Until we meet again my dark haired maiden , when the clock strikes 11." He put a hand on my cheek and pulled me in for a kiss.

" You give me butterflies Munson." I ran a hand through his hair and kissed him again lightly. " See you tonight."

Later that night

" Your nails look great, mine look like shit." Robin blew on her nail polish to try to get it to dry." Of course they would look much better if I didn't bite them but I can't help it that is what I do. When I get nervous I just chew."

" Can't believe you asked Dustin to the senior prom." Nancy smirked

" It's not like I have a lot of options, it's not that easy. I can't just walk up to every girl I have a crush on and ask, hey ,want to go to the prom? I can't risk it."

" There have got to be other girls," Nancy started.

" It's not like we can walk around with flashing neon lights that say ' I'm gay, are you? And if you say something to the wrong girl then your a complete outcast like more than normal."

" You don't think they would be cool about it?"

" Veronica, what would you say if I asked you on a date?"

I shrugged" I would say that I was flattered but I have a boyfriend, but I wouldn't mind hanging out because you're a rad chick."

" Aww you think I'm rad?"

" I do, and any girl that doesn't is a dumbass."

"Awwwww, I love you guys! Group hug!" We all hugged.

" Mike is so jealous that Dustin is going." Nancy picked the hair up off the back of her neck and looked in the mirror as if to figure out if she should wear it up or down.

" Sorry Nance but Dustin is my favorite of the shrimps, he is a riot. Mike is kind of clueless."

" You don't have to tell me, I live with him for god sakes!" She turned to me. "I'm pretty sure he is in love with you."

" No,he just likes staring at my boobs." I laughed.

" Ever since that morning in Eddie's trailer." Robin laughed. " Though I can't really blame him, I was a little awestruck too."

"Really?"

" Well yeah."Robin blushed." Is that weird? Did I make it Weird?"

" Of course not. Your one of my besties. We can talk about anything. For real ok? No judgment. You too Nancy."

" Ditto." Nancy smiled at us. " I am so glad we are hanging out tonight. I can't believe it has taken us this long to have a girls night."

" That's because you guys are always with Steve and Eddie."

" Eddie is very clingy but I love it. He always has to be touching me, a hand on my back, around my waist-"

" Like we haven't noticed." Robin sighed " I have never seen Eddie like this. You make him so happy."

" He makes me happy." I smiled." It's so weird because in reality I haven't even known him a whole year yet I feel like I have known him my whole life."

" You guys were destined to be together." Robin pointed to my dress hanging in my closet." He's going to lose his shit when he sees you wearing that tomorrow, you know that right?" Robin pointed to the red satin cowl neck dress hanging in my closet.

" He is going to lose his shit when he sees what I am wearing under it." I smirked.

Robin and Nancy stared at me." Well, you can't just say that and not show us!"

" You really want to see it?"

" Of course we want to see it!" Nancy exclaimed.

I ran to the closet and pulled out a box that I had hidden in the back, not wanting my mom to find it. I pulled out a red lace Bustier and I heard the girls gasp.

" If he knows you are wearing that under your dress you are never even making it to prom." Robin chuckled.

" I'm not telling him, it's a surprise for the after party." I blushed.

" How do you even put that thing on?" Robin asked running a finger over the lace, mesmerized.

" There are about 5 million clasps in the back. I uh, might need some help getting into this thing tomorrow. I got it so it would ,you know, hold everything in since my dress is so form fitting."

" Eddie is going to freak the fuck out when he sees all those clasps. He's not going to get them unclasped fast enough."

I laughed." He is either going to love it or hate it."

Nancy smirked." He's going to blow his load when he sees you in this."

I put the garment back into the box with the matching panties and hid it back in my closet. "I wonder what he is going to wear? I could care less if he shows up in his leather jacket and jeans."

" There is no way Steve is going to let him do that. Steve takes Prom very seriously."Nancy smirked.

" That's because he was Mr.Popular."

"Did you know they are picking us up tomorrow in a limo? I am so excited Steve's after party is going to be epic!"

I clapped my hands excitedly. " I can't wait to get fancy tomorrow!"

" I don't know how to get fancy." Robin tossed her hair back.

" I do, so don't worry." Nancy smiled" I will get you all dolled up."

" For Dustin." Robin laughed

" You guys are going to look so cute in your Prom Photos! Warning my Mom is going to go crazy with pictures tomorrow! She will probably cry too." I got up from my spot on the floor and grabbed my new shoes from their box. "Think I will be able to walk in these all night without killing myself?" I slipped them on and walked around my room. Not too bad, it's not like the were 6 inch stilettos.

" Your braver than I am, I am sticking with my converse."

" Your wearing sneakers?"Nancy wrinkled her brows.

" It's a fashion statement. Call me quirky."

I heard a light tap and looked at the clock. 10:55, he was early. I smiled to myself. " Looks like we have a visitor." I walked to the window and slid it open.

Robin stood up,hands on her hips, "Eddie Munson, what are you doing here? You think you can just crash girls night?" She whispered.

" I promise I am not crashing girls night, I just wanted to see if all the movies were true, though it doesn't look like you guys have had any half naked pillow fights." He said in a hushed tone.He slid in through the window and wrapped his arms around my waist." Hello Princess ."

I smiled." Hello Mr. Munson."

" I just stopped by to give my girl a goodnight kiss then I will be on my way."

The girls both "Awwwww." In unison.

" Why don't we go downstairs and grab some cookies, don't worry your secret is safe with us." Nancy grabbed Robins hand and dragged her out of the room and closed the door.

Eddie smiled and pulled me in closer, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked down. " I thought I had shrunk there for a minute. Damn baby, red heels?"

" Yes. You like?"

" Yeah Princess, I do."

"So part of your job tomorrow night is to make sure I don't fall on my face."

" I would never let you fall sweetheart."He smiled and I wrapped my arms around his neck. " I bet those shoes make your legs look sexy."

" You can't tell with my sweatpants on?" I laughed. " Ok Eds, not to rush you but the girls can only hang out downstairs without me so long before my mom will get suspicious. So lay one on me, and make it a good one." I smirked.

" Yes ma'am." He leaned in and pressed his lips hard into mine, kissed me with an urgency that I knew would have us both breathless in the end. I felt his hands on my back pulling me closer to him, I pressed my body to his.I ran my fingers through his hair and heard a rumble low in his throat.

I could hear the girls talking loudly in warning as they walked down the hall. I slowly pulled away and sighed. I pressed my forehead to his as he held me close.

" Ronnie we are back with the cookies." Robin announced as she slowly opened the door.

Eddie loosened his hold on me and smiled. " Now I have something to think about as I am falling asleep tonight." He kissed me quickly then backed away." Sorry for the brief interruption ladies. I need to get back to the guys before they realize I went out for more then just chips." He smirked and started out the window."Let me know who was little spoon tonight." He winked and took off.

The girls looked at each other then looked at me. I could feel my face getting red.

" First of all, that was incredibly sweet. Second of all, that kiss must have been really something because your face is so red right now and lastly, what is he talking about little spoon?" Robin asked.

" That was definitely some kiss," I smiled. " And he seems to think that girls cuddle up together at sleepovers. That is why he said he wanted to know who was the small spoon. I think it is some dumb guy fantasy brought on again by cheesy movies."

" That is too funny." Robin laughed. " I think I would be big spoon, I think Nancy would always be little spoon because she's so tiny and delicate. And you Ronnie, I think you could be either."

“ Yeah, I’m a good cuddler .”

" Do you have a camera?" Robin asked.

" Yes, you think we should stage a picture?"

" Of course we should!" Nancy hopped up and got on my bed. " Where do you want me?"

Robin cocked her head to the side as she thought about it." Nancy sandwich our Nancy smallest spoon?"

" I think smallest spoon. Then you Robin and I will be the biggest spoon."

" Perfect!" We all laid in bed in order , cuddled together and held the camera up and snapped the picture. Not perfect but you could definitely see us cuddled together.We laughed as we looked at it and knew it would blow Eddies mind.

We all got comfy and cozy , turned the lights out and chatted excitedly into the wee hours of the morning then we all drifted off to sleep.

#eddie fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie munson

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 2 years

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In Secret

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Requested made by @greatangelrebel : Lucas Sinclair x Harrington reader

A/N: I don't usually write for Lucas, but I'm hoping to write more for him since season four is out and I've got a ton of motivation. I also realized that this is a similar plot to the other imagine I've written for Lucas, but I didn't feel like redoing it, so...... thank you so much for requesting! Hope you like it, enjoy!

Summary: Your older brother - Steve Harrington - was pretty set on you not having a boyfriend. If you did, they'd have to go through him in order to see if they were the right fit for you. Of course, now that you were a freshmen in high school there was a high chance that Steve would have to drop his attitude. Unbeknownst to Steve, you were secretly dating Lucas Sinclair the star basketball player.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Your older brother -> Steve Harrington

Set during season four, but no spoilers!

Warnings: language

Lucas Sinclair x-reader

(At Hawkins High School)

Students walked down the hallway as I made my way to my locker. All of my fellow classmates were excited for the basketball game this coming Saturday. Lucas was eager, but a bit nervous for the game. For the past few months, the two of us had been seeing one another behind my brother's back. Every now and then, Lucas would sneak through the window in my room when my family was asleep.

Thankfully, Steve - or my parents, not that they card - hadn't noticed or known that my boyfriend would arrive in secret. If Lucas stayed the night by accident, he slips through the window and knocks on the front door to act as if he wasn't in my bed for the whole night. I already know that Steve would freak the fuck out if he found out his little sister was sneaking a boy in.

I dialed in the combination of my locker then grabbed my English textbook including the notebook that had all of my notes. I jumped at the sudden feeling of a hand on my shoulder. "Relax, it's just me," Lucas reassured, chuckling. I glanced at him and sighed.

"Sorry, was just in my head," I said.

My boyfriend smiled, shooting me wink before following me down the hallway. "Excited for the game tonight?" I asked as we walked towards our English class. Lucas sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He waved to a fellow teammates of his. "Eager. Jason's having a field day, asking everyone if they're ready for the big game," he replied. I chuckled and smiled as I felt his hand intertwine with mine.

We stepped into our class and found our spot towards the back. Lucas slipped his hand away from mine to pull a chair out for me. I shook my head in amusement and sat down with him beside me. Mr. Finley walked into the classroom with a leather satchel hanging from his shoulder. He set his bag before turning around and writing some terms on the green chalkboard.

"Everyone turn to page 186 in your textbooks," our teacher turned around, "I don't want to hear any complaining."

Lucas glanced at me which caused me to snicker. I sighed and took out of my textbook and pushed it into the middle of Lucas and I, already knowing that he left his book in his locker. He turned to the correct page and we brought our attention to the chalk board. Lucas stole glimpses at me every once awhile, occasionally making our teacher tell him to quit.

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(Later)

The cafeteria was filled with students when I walked in to grab my lunch. I grabbed a trey and got my food before walking over to where Lucas and his basketball buddies were eating. Lucas looked over his shoulder, waving me over. I smiled and sat down beside him, putting my tray in front of me. "So, Y/N you comin' to the game tonight?" Chrissy asked as she looked up from her salad.

"Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

My boyfriend winked at me and took a bite of his food. Jason threw an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders, kissing her on the cheek. If only Lucas and I could display that level of affection. The only 'level of affection' we could display was hand holding or arms over the shoulder type thing. If anyone saw something more than just 'friendly affection', Steve would definitely catch wind of it and rant; my parents didn't really care enough, keeping more attention on their work then their two kids.

Rachel - another one of the girlfriends - took a sip of her juice. She turned to the rest of us. "So, who are ya'll bringing to the school dance next weekend?" she questioned. Lucas and I hadn't really talked about the dance, not really knowing if we should go as friends even though it wouldn't feel like 'just friends'. Jason turned to Chrissy and smirked.

"Thinkin' about taking this one," Jason glanced at Chrissy who leaned into him with a joyous grin on her blushed face. I felt Lucas' eyes land on the side of my face. The group began conversing with me and Lucas silent, just listening from what felt like a distance.

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(Later)

Music filled the air around me as I wrote in my notebook from today's English class. The rest of the day was pretty laidback, just a few quizzes or new assignments that we needed to get ahead of. A few minutes passed and the music faded once the record was out of music. I stood up from my desk and strolled over to my dresser, switching the music to another one of my favorites.

Steve was out driving Robin to her band practice, probably telling her advice on how to deal with the girl she likes or some other advice that seems useless. I smiled to myself and sat back down at my desk, returning to my studies. My daily homework was cut short by the light tapping on my bedroom window.

I looked up from my paper to find Lucas sitting infront of the window with a smile on his face. I closed my book and unlocked the window, sliding it open. "Steve isn't here, you could've just used the front door," I said. Lucas slipped through the opening and shrugged, standing in front of me with a smile on his face.

"Going through the window's more fun," he responded.

My boyfriend leaned in for a kiss, setting a hand on my waist while the other sat on the side of my face. I smiled when his lips met mine. The back of my legs hit the side of my bed, causing Lucas to fall on top of me. The sound of footsteps caught my attention. "Shit," I muttered. Steve opened the door to my bedroom without knocking, typical brotherly action.

Lucas jumped off of me and swiftly sat on the trunk in front of my bed. I fixed the collar of my shirt, sitting at the edge of my bed. "Steve, hey," I said as I cleared my throat. My brother looked at Lucas then to me who continued to sit there with my hands resting on my knees. "What's Lucas doing here?" Steve asked. The two of us glanced at one another then looked back at my overprotective brother.

"We're going to see a movie," Lucas claimed.

"We're studying," I stated.

The two of us spoke in unison, but two completely different answers. Steve's brows furrowed at our responses. "Studying. We're studying for our English test," I said, smiling awkwardly. My brother opened his mouth to speak, but nodded his head instead. Lucas and I shared a quick glance prior to looking back at Steve who leaned against the frame of my bedroom door. "Okay," he sighed, "Well, I'm going to head to work. Mom said she'd be home late, again."

I nodded in response. Steve waved goodbye to the two of us before walking back down stairs. My boyfriend and I waited till the front door opened then closed. We burst into a round of laughter, trying to forget what the hell just happened.

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Class of 2008: Chapter 3

Here is the third chapter of the Larry fic I am working on. It is on my AO3, but I am also posting the chapters here for those that prefer it.

pairing: Bad Boy!Harry Styles x Football Captain!Louis Tomlinson

rating: E (smut, oral (m receiving), handjob, general sexual exploits, cheating?)

word count: 2k

a/n: This fic is set at the start of the school year in 2007 where Louis Tomlinson is captain of the football team and the new freshman wearing leather, lots of rings, and sporting curly hair begins occupying his mind.

Louis’ car blazed into the parking lot of the pizza parlor only to see his friends and girlfriend walking out. He quickly pulled his keys out of the ignition and jumped from the car.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, putting the gear away took a little longer than expected.”

“Never takes me a whole 2 hours..” Mike remarked with a smirk, the other boys chuckling.

“Yeah well maybe if you all hadn't abandoned me to do it all by myself it wouldn’t have taken so long.” Louis rubbed the back of his neck, hating that he was lying. Jen sauntered up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, but he pulled away. A look of confusion washed over her face before it was replaced with hurt.

“Sorry..” Louis mumbled, “I’m still all sweaty from practice.” He knew that wasn’t the reason his knee-jerk reaction was to pull away from his girlfriend. He knew it was from the absolutely mind blowing interaction he had just had with Harry and how internally he knew it would be wrong to continue to appear like the picture perfect boyfriend everyone thought he was.

“Well hey we were just about to head over to Tom’s house to hang out. You can still join us.” Jen tried to not look hurt and just brush off the interaction.

“Yeah that would be great.” He grabbed Jen’s hand and pulled her towards his car to have her ride to Tom’s house with him.

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There was a nervous energy building in Louis as he got ready for school the next day. He didn’t know how to conduct himself around anyone after what had happened. He especially didn’t know how to conduct himself around Harry. Just two days ago he was sure that he despised the taller boy, but now that he knew his true feelings, whatever that means, he didn’t know how long he could keep up a facade that he still hated Harry.

He walked from his locker down towards home room when he spotted the taller, green eyed boy walking in the opposite direction. Harry made eye contact and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. Heat began to rise on Louis’ face despite his brain protesting. The halls began to empty as students made their way to class. Harry grabbed Louis suddenly, pulling him into a nook by the water fountains.

A gasp escaped Louis as Harry kissed him hard. Louis felt like he should resist the younger boy, but as the kiss softened, so did his resolve. He loved it too much and felt too many butterflies appear in his stomach. As he pulled away, Harry looked at him with such soft eyes and in a way that the older boy couldn’t quite interpret.

“You can’t be doing this at school!” Louis whispered exasperatedly, adjusting his hair that Harry had briefly mussed. The taller boy moved his hands from their place on Louis’ waist to his hair and messed it up once more with a grin on his face.

“I know to be careful. You’re still the big man on campus.” He took a step back and turned to continue his walk. “I just couldn’t resist you.” He said over his shoulder, leaving Louis a little dazed. The late bell rung and Louis knew he was fucked.

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The next few days of school went by in a similar fashion. Harry saw Louis when no one was around and practically pounced on him. In the hallway, by the bleachers, leaving practice late in the parking lot. He began to occupy Louis’ mind day and night. It was driving him crazy really. What was he doing? Sneaking around kissing some boy behind everyone’s backs? But he never stopped Harry or pushed him off. This new feeling of excitement was too much and he was weak. Weak for the curls on his head, weak for the tight jeans he wore, weak for the green eyes that told him something about this was all ok.

It wasn’t until he saw Harry one cold Saturday morning. Louis was on an early run and found himself down by the school. There was no one around campus so he thought he could get a few laps around the track uninterrupted. But as he made his way through the gate, he saw a head of curls he was becoming all too familiar with, sitting up against a brick wall, staring down and reading a book. Harry didn’t hear or see him and all he could think was “now it’s my turn to pounce”.

His legs moved before he could really decide how he was going to do this. He approached with speed, grabbing the book from Harry’s hands, placing it aside quickly, straddling his long legs.

“What are yo-” Harry’s words were cut off by Louis grabbing his face and planting a desperate kiss to his lips. His tensed shoulders melted from surprise to comfort, his hands finding their place on Louis’ ass that was sat in his lap. He pulled on his hips, moving him to grind them together, pulling a moan from Louis of both surprise and pleasure. Harry licked into his mouth as it opened with the sound. He continued grinding them together, turning the kiss into a full on makeout quickly. They continued hot and heavy for a moment before Louis pulled back, panting.

“I got you this time.” He said with a giggle, peering down at the younger boy.

“Yeah you really got me.” Harry pulled his hips once more, fingers gripping his ass.

“Shit..” Louis wanted to take him right here by the track, he started losing any shame or guilt that he had over their interactions. To save them both from being caught, he stood up and pulled Harry up to stand with him.

“Can we get out of here?” Harry grinned at Louis’ request, following the shorter boy, fingers intertwined. He didn’t know where he was headed, but he wanted to be close to Harry and not have that nagging fear in the back of his mind that they would be caught. Caught doing what though? At this point, he had stopped feeling guilty about what they were doing and just knew that other people wouldn’t understand it.

Once they reached the boy’s locker room, Louis swung Harry around to the last row of lockers, pushing his slender body onto the cool metal, his hands began to roam under the hem of the younger boy’s band tee as his lips found their place back where they belonged. Louis’ desperate kisses stifled moans into the back of Harry’s throat. The taller boy placed his hands on Louis’ pert ass once again, grabbing and kneading with fervor. Louis’ hands made bold moves, pulling Harry’s shirt over his head, turning his curls more wild than they usually appear. This was the first time he had seen Harry bare in front of him and he took a moment to admire the ink on his toned skin, fingers ghosting their way over every inch.

The taller boy breathed heavily, eyes having turned lust blown as he watched Louis touch him. His own hands, flat against the lockers behind him, began to scrunch like he was gripping on for dear life, trying to find some purchase. He went to place them on the older boy, but couldn’t as Louis made another bold move, dropping to his knees. The hard locker room floor not feeling very comfortable had Louis placing Harry’s shirt under his knees for some sort of cushion. He looked up through his fringe as the taller boy’s mouth dropped open in shock. Heat rose to Louis’ face as he began to unbutton the impossibly tight jeans that were practically painted on Harry.

He shoved the jeans and briefs just far enough down the younger boy’s legs for his half hard cock to spring free. To his surprise, his mouth salivated at the site. Who was he? What was he turning into?

“You don’t have to…..” Harry’s words trailed off as Louis gripped him and stroked his cock, which was now achingly hard. Although daunted by the task, he couldn’t resist darting his tongue out to lick the head of Harry’s dick, pulling a groan from above him. The noise shot confidence up his spine and spurred him to finally take the tip into his mouth.

Harry’s head fell back against the cold metal of the lockers, his hands shooting to grab hold of Louis’ soft hair as he began to move his mouth up and down, his hand jerking what he couldn’t fit. “Shit..” a curse fell from Harry’s lips as Louis hollowed his cheeks, sucking dick like this wasn’t his first time. He experimented with flattening his tongue and running it up the underside of the younger boy’s dick, causing Harry’s hips to buck slightly. As it hit the back of Louis’ throat, he expected to gag like some of the boys he had seen in his recent foray into gay porn. (He wanted to learn, he was a scholar at heart, or so he told himself.)

When he didn’t gag, his eyes widened. He thought it a flook so he took as much of Harry in his mouth as he could, relaxing his throat, finding himself able to bottom out and take the whole length.

“Holy fuck..” Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Louis’ tight throat clenched beautifully around him and he didn’t even bat an eyelash. The football captain was deep throating his cock and he didn’t have a gag reflex. His thoughts were interrupted by said football captain swallowing around him, “oh my god!” he exclaimed, almost doubling over from the feeling. Louis moaned around him at his response and Harry thought he would bust right then.

“Jesus Lou, gonna have me cumming embarrassingly fast with that. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” He chuckled slightly as he teased, but Louis’ response was only to quicken his movements causing Harry to let out an obscene moan and buck his hips. Louis grabbed onto the side of his thighs, pulling his dick in and out, fucking his own face with it. Harry felt the band inside him pull tighter as he neared the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” His grip tightened in Louis’ hair, but his only response was to take all of Harry down his throat, swallowing around him. That pushed him right over the edge, a low groan rumbling from his lips, just like the last time Louis made him cum. The older boy swallowed every last drop, only then coming up for air. He panted and rose to his feet to place a chaste kiss to Harry’s lips.

Their heavy breathing synced as Harry’s green eyes met Louis’ and he pulled the short boy in for another, more desperate kiss. His hand was placed on the other boy’s neck, his free hand moving to palm over his clothed erection. Louis mewled into the taller boy’s mouth, grinding forward to gain more friction on his hand. Harry continued to lick into his mouth with every moan and groan, slipping his hand into Louis’ shorts, stroking his cock languidly.

Their moans echoed through the empty locker room, and Harry flipped them to lean over Louis as he pulled him closer to his release. Louis pulled his face back to look up at the boy, brows knit, panting heavily.

“Don’t stop, god, please I’m so fucking close.” He pulled Harry into another heated kiss.

“Shit, fuck!” His hips stuttered as he came in Harry’s hand and embarrassingly soaked the front of his shorts. Harry removed his hand carefully, licking off as much of the cum from it as he could.

“So what made you jump my bones outside the track?” Louis moved to clean himself up with toilet paper and paper towels, but it was slightly in vain.

“Uh..” He thought on how to respond to Harry’s question, “I figured you’ve been pouncing on me all week so I wanted to return the favor.” He chuckled and returned to see Harry tucking himself back into his jeans. “But I should probably get going, I promised to hang with my sisters today after I got back from my run.” Harry nodded a little solemnly as Louis moved towards the door.

“I promise I don’t mean to run off every time after we…I just always seem to get into it with you right before I have plans.” Louis offered to hopefully ease the younger boy’s mind.

“Yeah, no, don’t worry about it. I like the spontaneity, honestly.” It was his turn to chuckle, the noise sending a wash of relief through Louis. He stepped to place another kiss to Harry’s lips before leaving.

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What The Hell Is This Mess!

Chapter 7

"WAKE UP!!!!!" Kesor shouted at the three of us as we had asked her to wake us up an hour or two before the sun rises for sweets in return when we get the money which really surprised us when we learn that she can actually eat if she wants to, Hanma lays in the middle of the bed spreaded out like a starfish as Draken lays at the edge of the bed on his stomach with his arm and leg hanging off while Sanzu is curled into Hanma side with his back against the wall. Kesor huffed when seeing us only moving an inch or two in our spots which she crossed her arms over her chest before giving us a evil smirk when getting an idea.

"HUFF!" Hanma's eyes suddenly pop open as he's forced awake when feeling something heavy slamming into his stomach causing him to hit Draken and Sanzu in the face with his arms, Kesor floated over the exposed male before letting gravity do it's work and slammed into his stomach knees first.

"Kesor~" Hanma hissed out once he gets his breath back after getting his lungs emptied of air which her fall will make a large bruise on his stomach in a few hours.

"What? You told me to wake you up?" Kesor said looking as innocent as she can while sitting on Hanma's stomach which Draken and Sanzu gives her a blank look once they got the sleep from their eyes.

"Thanks but please next time do something that doesn't end in me having a bruise somewhere on my body." Hanma stated as Draken get up to allow the other two up off the bed and after using the bucket of water that Yara has kindly left in the room yesterday to wash ourselves before getting our new clothes on and grabbing our weapons, without waking the family up we sneak out into the forest to hunt and forge for breakfast. We spilt up in three different directions as Hanma hunts while Draken gather edible plants and since Sanzu not only have steadness in his hands but also in his feet he'll be practicing both his balance and stealth while trying to catch something to eat, if we were need it he'll be great at spying or stealing without notice.

Today I decided to focus mostly on Draken as I let my subconscious handle Hanma and Sanzu, carefully strolling around I look at every plant I see which I pick up any berries and nuts with a few greens to put them into the sack Yara let's me borrow.

( ? quest)

Warning: survive!!!

- ???

Two hours after sun rise I'm kneeling down to pick some berries I see in a small bush when a quest pops up and right after reading it I hear a familiar growl which I see a Moon Madness Wolf standing behind me when I turned my head, this worries me as I'm still close to the village. I drop the sack making the sick wolf pounce forward and with quick thinking I throw my leg out as I twist my body around kicking it in the ribs causing me to throw it to the side but it gives me enough time to grab my Great axe and swing with all my might, a sickening crack and whimpering fills the forest as my blade digs into it's back as it has just stand up from my kick. Being as fast as I can I pull my axe out of the still alive but paralyzed wolf and end it's miserable life only for another to suddenly lunch from nowhere as it slams me into the ground with it on top of me, I press the handle into it's neck trying my best to keep it's teeth from my face and with difficulty I launch the sick wolf into the air using my feet to do so which I quickly roll onto my knees as it's right back on me.

"Fuck!" I yelled when a third wolf throws itself into my side causing me to fall back onto the ground which I give it's face a hard kick and it's yelps at the pain as the other wolf pounces itself at me once again, using my left iron plating bracer as a shield when the wolf trys to get it's mouth around my neck I quickly moved my hand up the handle of my Great axe to use better in close combat and with as much strength I can muster to swing my axe into it's side which it whimpers in pain as it let my arm go but by the time I pull my axe out the second sick wolf is back on me.

Trying to control his breathing while running to help himself to go both faster and longer although his lungs are burning as he head towards to where Draken's marker is on the map, his feet stomps heavily onto the ground as he pushes himself to his limits while sweat rolls pass his sky blue eyes not caring about the cuts he gets from the branches he pushes aside while glancing every once and a while at the map that shows two markers speeding towards the one getting surrounded by red dots.

'where are these shits coming from!!!'

Draken's face and body are splashed in wolves blood in multiple places as I pant heavily while three dead wolves lay bleeding on the ground while two more circle around me but it seems a endless fight as another would take the dead ones place and my strength is fading fast so with no choice I take a deep although my grip on the Great axe tightens, a thin golden line surrounds Draken's dark pupils as his muscles begin to bulge in his body and his veins grows with boiling blood. Using the new strength in my legs I shot forward kicking up dirt as I do so and with a swing I easily sliced one of the wolves heads off causing fresh blood to cover my blade and face but I don't blink at it as I quickly move on to the another wolf, time is ticking as I can only use Rage for a minute and I don't how long it's cool down is.

"Ahhhhh" suddenly I screamed while falling to the ground on my front as a wolf I didn't see coming runs out from it's cover in the forest and jumps onto my back, sinking it's claws through the shirt and deep into the flesh of my back before letting gravity do it's work. Burning pain pluses as imy skin is ripped to shreds as the wolf's claw cuts through it like butter in quick session but no matter in what universe humans always have a earth shattering strength in survival instincts.

*people rush by on the streets in large crowds as cars do the same on the roads, kids and babies crying as others are laughing, horses strolling around the fields, rain falling in the jungle, wheat blows gently in the wind, lighting flashing through the dark clouds, deer grazing in a clearing, gun shots and sirens, people waiting in a hospital room, a group of people wearing black standing together in a graveyard, tires squealing on black top before the sounds of metal on metal*

'my world isn't perfect but it's my home and there might be a time in the future my opinion changes but I love it.'

I reach back behind me grabbing the wolf's scruff roughly and throwing it into the other wolf just to get it off if me while trying my best to ignore the pain as I forced myself to get back up on my feet as fast as I can, twenty seconds left.

'no world is perfect!'

I rush forward when seeing the two wolves stunned from my action which I quickly dig the Great axe into the back of one wolf before quickly grab a hold of the other muzzle with my hands and snapping it neck causing it to fall limply onto the ground, with staggered in my step I pull out the axe and with swing I quickly ended it's already fading life.

Growling

My eyes widen when I turned around after hearing another growling only to meet white eyes staring back with hatred and pure evil, the eyes sets deep in the sockets of a hairless head which is connected to a body of only bones and skin if what I can from underneath the dark robes this guy is wearing as two Moon Madness Wolves stand at each of his sides drool dripping heavily onto the ground.

".........." His speech is heavy of clicks and growling but horrific to my ears as it allows me to see he's missing a few teeth

"The hell you talking about?" Although my voice is raucous but also wheezy from not only the fight and also the adrenaline as my body is trembling from the pain in my back while it leaks blood causing my shirt to stick as Rage fades away.

"........" The guy growled as he points a boney finger which has a sharp fingernail at me with a scowl on his face causing the two wolves to pounce into action, I get ready to swing once they get close enough to me but before I can do it Sanzu suddenly appears and throw himself onto one of the wolves backs which he digs a dagger into its neck before doing the same with his other dagger on the opposite side of the neck, with all he's strong he rolls off the wolf's back not only throwing the sick creature into a bush but popping it's head off which Sanzu quickly springs back up onto his feet as two arrows bed themselves into the second wolf's head and body making it fall dead to the ground before Hanma stroll out from behind a tree with a arrow notched in his longbow.

"........." The guy just laughed before spewing out words in his horrible language while shaking his head for a moment before getting a glint in his eyes as he head turns to us again.

"He's definitely insane." Sanzu mumbles as he grips his daggers tighter while fear claw at our hearts as this is our first real battle in this world and one of us is already hurt.

"You will died." He's pronunciation is off as he speaks in our tongue which shocks us and he uses that time to blow into a whistle that hangs around his neck, immediately we hear many howls in return and the sounds of a stamped of paws heading towards us.

"Ahhhhh! ...........!" The guy screams in pain before specking at the wolves and pointing after us as we ran at the sight of the many sick wolves heading our way in the distances which Hanma let's his arrow fly through the air, hitting the guy in the shoulder before running after us and re-notches arrow while on the run.

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