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drinkingcoffee-inthedark · 1 year

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Unrequited

Part Five

Warning(s): Smut, Angst

Pairing(s): Azriel x Reader, Lucien x Reader

Word Count: 2805

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out!! I’ve had a hectic couple of weeks! We moved, it was my birthday, and I’ve been working through some health issues. I hope part 5 was worth the wait!!

It was a long week working with Madja, and you were exhausted. You were grateful to the older female for sharing her knowledge, but it was draining. You didn’t get a chance to talk to Azriel all week. Barely even got the chance to eat or sleep.

At the end of the week, the last thing you wanted to do was have a conversation that you knew would be emotionally draining. You weren’t sure you’d even be standing after work, let alone after spilling your heart out to Azriel.

Just when you were thinking about soaking in the tub with a relaxation potion Madja taught you how to make, you felt a scrape against your mental shield. You groaned out loud, but allowed Feyre access anyway.

‘Family dinner at the River House tonight. Please come.’

You stifled your sigh. You hadn’t seen much of the rest of the in we circle at all in the last couple of weeks. Between what happened with Azriel, and working with Madja, you haven’t had time. You weren’t necessarily ignoring your family, but it did make things a little bit easier to manage at the moment.

‘I’ll be there.’ You told the High Lady.

‘Thank you!’

You snapped your mental shield back into place, feeling a little bit guilty at how excited Feyre was to see you. She’s always been a good friend. You made a mental note to spend more time with her when you could.

The thought of seeing Azriel had your shoulders tensing, and you opted to take that bath after all. You still had a few hours before you had to be at the River House.

You ran warm water into the oversized basin, and picked up the vial that had the relaxation potion. You swirled the purple liquid around a few times, the scent of lavender filling your nose. You took a deep breath, before emptying the vial into the tub.

Quickly removing your clothes, you sank into the steaming water and sat back against the soft curve of the tub. You sighed happily, sinking lower in the water.

You tried your best to clear your thoughts, but your mind kept wandering to thoughts of each of your lovers.

Lucien, who had fire in his heart, and the glow of the sun in his veins. Emissary, Warrior, and future High Lord. You knew he would be some day. He was a born leader with his strength and compassion. A good male, who managed to be snarky and charming all at once.

And then there was Azriel. His exterior was dark and brooding, but deep down- deep down Azriel had a heart of gold. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his family. A fierce and loyal warrior, who moved in the shadows. Azriel had an outward arrogance that made his enemies flinch, but the part of him that you got to see was what made you fall in love with him.

You couldn’t stop your mind from flitting between thoughts of their other…attributes.

Lucien’s flowing red hair, and his stunning sharp features. His toned, tan body. The way he made you feel so good…

You couldn’t stop your fingers from trailing down your body, the way that Lucien’s did when you were with him. You tweaked your nipple lightly and groaned, feeling heat building between your legs.

You though about Azriel with his piercing hazel eyes, and soft, dark hair. The way his muscles flexed when he moved. His large, rough hands…

Your fingers circled your clit and you hissed out, suddenly needing the release of tension after the long week.

Letting out a steady breath, you spread your legs a little wider and let your head dip back against the cool edge of the tub.

You closed your eyes and worked your fingers diligently around the sensitive bud, and allowing thoughts of both men to fill your head. It felt so wrong to be thinking of two men at once, and you knew shame would take over as soon as the pleasure ebbed. But for now, you allowed yourself to enjoy it.

You gritted your teeth as you felt your release building in the pit of your stomach. Your body tensed and you felt your toes curling. Allowing the ecstasy to override your thoughts, you found yourself picturing a fantasy that had been in the back of your head for months: a threesome with both of your lovers. The mere thought of having both males pleasure you at the same time sent you over the edge, and you came with a shaky moan.

And as you knew it would, guilt followed the pleasure, as it always did. You knew it wasn’t rational to feel that way, but part of you knew that this arrangement would make it nearly impossible to fulfill your ultimate fantasy- Azriel being in love with you too. He knew too much of your relationship with Lucien. He couldn’t feel the same way about you knowing that you were with another male.

Shaking the thoughts away, you washed quickly, and set to getting ready for dinner.

You showed up at the River House in a fitted, black, satin dress that went to your knees and hugged your curve’s beautifully. You paired it with simple black heels and small pear jewelry. It wasn’t often that you got to dress up lately, so you wanted to make the most of it. Your hair was pinned up in a delicate, but simple updo, and you kept your makeup neutral. It wasn’t an overtly glamorous look, but it was elegant, and you felt beautiful.

Before you could even knock on the door, Cerridwen was ushering you into the house with a smile, which you graciously returned.

The half-wraith guided you into the sitting room where most of your family was already relaxing, each nursing glasses of wine.

Your eyes immediately spotted Lucien’s bright red hair, and you did your best to contain your surprise. The inner circle all had their own opinions on the Emissary, and most of them were negative. Still, you were happy to see him. You smiled at him, before you were suddenly pulled into a tight hug.

Feyre.

You laughed and hugged the High Lady back.

“Fey!”

“(Y/N), I’m so glad you’re here!”

You laughed again, and saw Rhysand walking up behind his mate.

“Feyre Darling, you’re going to choke the life out of (Y/N) if you don’t let her go!” He teased.

Feyre relented and let you go and you smiled brightly and them.

“If that’s how I go, I’ll be honored,” You teased back, and Rhys smirked.

“Me too,” He agreed, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Gross.” Cassian quipped from his spot next to Nesta on the sofa, his nose crinkling in disgust.

Nesta snorted out a laugh, but nodded in agreement with her mate.

Just as you were about to take the seat in the other side of Nesta, Azriel stepped into the room and his eyes met yours immediately. He glanced between you and Nesta, and you knew.

Nesta had told him that you know he is mated. And she must’ve told him your reaction.

You watched him carefully, taking in the emotion swirling behind his eyes. So unlike the cool mask he usually wore.

“(Y/N).” He breathed out.

You cleared your throat, and glanced at him cooly.

“Azriel.” You greeted, nodding at him politely. You were determined to not let the male see that you were bothered.

In a few strides, he was at your side, “Can I talk to you?? Outside?” He asked. You felt the eyes of the inner circle in you, and you had to stop your eyebrows from twitching in surprise. You didn’t think he would be so bold- so obvious- in front of everyone else.

“I’m sure talk of spying and missions can wait until after dinner.” You said, playing dumb. You knew you needed to talk to Azriel, but not right here. Not like this.

He eyed you carefully, and paused for a moment, before nodding.

“Right. Sure.” He reluctantly agreed.

As if sensing their cue, Nuala and Cerridwen appeared in the doorway and announced that dinner was ready.

The group made their way into the dining hall and sat at the table. You opted to sit by neither Lucien or Azriel, and placed yourself between Cassian and Feyre, across from Elain. It seemed like the safest seat to avoid anymore awkward encounters.

The two half-wraiths served dinner to the table, a massive feast of roast chicken, more vegetables than you could count, and freshly baked bread. It looked absolutely delectable.

As everyone plated their food, you chatted amongst yourselves, relishing in the easy conversation with loved ones.

Talk of fighting and training and war, held off until halfway through the dinner, which thoroughly impressed you. It usually didn’t take long before the males were boasting about their battles and strength.

But it was a refreshing surprise when the topic came up and it was Nesta that brought up the topic, launching into stories of the Valkyries and their training.

Once Nesta ran out of tales to tell of her adventure with Gwyn and Emerie, she turned to you and asked about your training with Madja. You launched into a story about a potion gone wrong, laughter erupting from the table.

After the laughter subsided, Cassian turned his attention to Elain, who hadn’t uttered a single word during all of dinner.

“How’s your training with Amren going?” He asked her politely. You knew she was a Seer, but you weren’t quite sure how that gift operated. You were happy to see the middle Archeron sister training and embracing her Cauldron blessed gift.

“It’s going alright,” Elain shrugged, a cool smirk playing on her pink lips, “I was able to use my…powers in some unexpected ways.”

“How so?” Cassian asked, curiosity evident in his handsome features.

“I can see when people have secrets sometimes. Like (Y/N).”

You went still at her words.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You said evenly, eyes locking with hers.

“So you’re not fucking two people sitting at this table?” She said, sarcastic innocence lacing her words.

Somewhere at the table, silverware clattered, and a cup slammed down on the table so hard that the whole thing jolted. Someone gasped- you weren’t sure who it was- but all you could focus on was the woman across the table from you. The glare you threw in the direction was deadly. Pure ice swirled in your eyes, and you gritted your teeth.

“Elain-” Feyre started, trying to silence her sister.

“That’s none of your fucking business,” You spat, cutting off the High Lady.

“Oh, but isn’t it, (Y/N)? It wasn’t enough to just sleep with my mate,” The disdain dripped from her lips. She still couldn’t even say his name. The fact that she still felt some sort of claim to Lucien even though she rejected the bond had your blood boiling. Elain had no right to Lucien. Especially not now.

Nearly all eyes at the table shot to Lucien, who had his eyes fixed on you. Your own eyes were still carefully trained on Elain, sizing her up like an enemy, just the way Cassian had taught you.

The wide, wicked grin looked so foreign on her mouth. Her eyes flitted over each face at the table, seeming to thrive on the palpable shock and discomfort. It would have sent a shiver down your spine if you weren’t so alight with rage.

“Elain,” Feyre tried again, pleading now.

“You just had to fuck Azriel, too.”

All at once, the heads at the table whipped to face Azriel, with his gaze still firmly on you. From where you sat, you had a clear view of Rhys’s face, gaping like a fish. You’d never seen the High Lord speechless before and it would have been comical in a different circumstance.

A sharp intake of breath- from Nesta, maybe- then all eyes were back to you. You secretly cursed them all, hoping they’d get whiplash from the force of how fast they looked between Lucien, and you, and Azriel, then back to you. Bunch of nosy motherfuckers.

Elain’s lip curled up, making her look nothing like the sweet girl you met a year ago. She had been so kind, so lovely. Becoming Fae broke her; it snapped her right in two. And now she was this spiteful, angry creature in front of you. She eyed her sisters lazily.

“Be careful, sisters. She took both of my males. She’s probably sleeping with Rhys and Cassian, too.”

Her males? You were seeing red. How dare she? Azriel, so observant, so sweet, had been a great comfort to her when she arrived in Velaris. You knew that. You knew they were friends. But he wasn’t hers. He wasn’t even yours.

A strangled noise came from Cassian’s throat, something between utter disbelief and sharp protest.

You flew to your feet with such force that your chair sailed backwards, tipping over in the marble floor with a stinging thwack. You slammed your hands on the table, absolutely seething.

“Shut your fucking mouth, Elain,” You snarled at her viciously. It only made her smile wider. Delight glittered in her beautiful doe eyes. The air was so thick, so uncomfortable, so tense that you swore Azriel could’ve sliced right into it with Truth Teller. You didn’t dare to look at anyone else.

“The same could probably be said to you. But you can’t stay off your knees-”

You couldn’t even think, sheer blind rage propelled you across the table. You lunged at her, sending plates and cups flying. A symphony of gasps sounded around you, and Rhys and Feyre were on their feet in seconds.

Feyre, shielding her sister from you, had a look in her face that you couldn’t even identify. A mix of despair and anger. Whether it was directed at you or for you, you had no clue. Rhys’s hands were on your shoulders, fingers digging in hard. Bruising. Holding you back from tearing out Elain’s delicate throat. Your eyes went wild, glaring between Feyre and Elain. Calculating carefully if your rage was worth the risk.

“Whore.” The word, laced with more malice than you knew possible, fell from Elain’s lips. Even Rhys recoiled at the insult that was leveled at you. The same thing people sneered at him for 49 years Under The Mountain. The silence was deafening for a beat. Then another.

And then Azriel was on his feet and at your side.

“Let her go,” His voice was low and soft. You could feel the anger radiating off him, and you were afraid that the anger was directed at you. For losing your cool. For being a threat to the middle Archeron sister.

Rhys hesitated for a moment, and you didn’t have to look to know there was a silent conversation being had. After a breath, Rhys relented and dropped his hands.

Azriel took your shaky hand in his. Shadows swirled around your legs, circling up, and up, and up until darkness surrounded you both. The shadows swallowed you whole. You were winnowing, you realized. Winnowing through the shadows. You almost forgot that Azriel could do that. He prefers to fly whenever he can. Your shoulders sagged, exhaustion mixing with a hint of relief.

When the shadows eased up around you, you realized that Azriel took you to the cabin in the Illyrian Mountains. You could feel Azriel’s intense gaze on you, as you started just as intently at the floor. Azriel’s hand was still on yours and released a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding. The two of you stood at the center of the living room, nothing but the sound of your breathing in the air. The silence echoed in your ears.

Azriel tugged on your hand gently and led you to the couch. You sat down stiffly and carefully avoided looking at him. He sat down next to you and studied your profile.

“(Y/N)?” He asked. You hummed in response. “Do you want to talk about it?” His voice was so soft that it made you ache. He knew better than to ask you if you were okay. It was clear you weren’t. You were humiliated. Shame radiated through every pore in your body. You shook your head.

Azriel gently lifted your chin with his fingertips, forcing you to meet his eyes. You could’ve crumbled completely with the way he looked at you. So open and caring. He brushed a stray lock of your hair behind your ear and your face flushed at the intimate gesture.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now. But we’ll have to talk soon, okay?” You nodded, then cleared your throat softly.

“I know.”

A/N 2: I just want to state that I am not anti-Elain and no offense is intended to those who love/identify with her. She is only written that way for the sake of this story!

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thegrayascendancy-if · 2 years

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Hi there! I know you’ve given descriptions of characters, but do you by chance have more references? (Heights, Pinterest boards, face claims, artbreeders) for them for Art Reasons? Thank you!!!

Hi!

Honestly, I have been rereading my original response to the question about their appearances several times, and I actually want to apologize to the person who asked for it back then because... I feel like even then I had more to say than I ended up saying?.. I've been meaning to update them anyway, so I'm happy that could be of service to someone, and for such exciting Reasons👀, no less!

I have opted for small pinterest collections for hairstyles, clothes and vibes, but please note the pins are never about faces or skintone. For the former I am providing updated info below, and for the latter I am giving skin color references at the bottom of this post. In the boards I tried to avoid faces as much as possible (while trying not to drop into the treacherous Timothée Chalamet/Cole Sprouse pinterest pit), but in a hunt for an even approximate hairstyle or outfit they are almost unavoidable. The characters' most prominent features are mentioned in these descriptions (like Darla's freckles and Gale's eyes), and the rest should be fine as you envision it, respecting the skintone 😊

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The Gray Ascendancy character boards

More info on character appearances

Ianthe has ivory skin, deep blue eyes and the hair of very light blond, thin so that it almost looks silver. It is long, wispy, wavy and kept either loose or in a low ponytail. She has a heart-shaped face, all of her features are round and relaxed. Ianthe is of average height, curvy. For the way she is typically dressed: many chaotic layers of thin clothes from light materials, primarily in shades of muted purple and gray.

Y has deep olive skin, amber cat-like eyes and thick brown hair in soft waves. Yvette often wears a long side braid almost reaching to her waist, her face shaped by the escaped curls. Yves' hair is shoulder length and loose. Y is of average height and build, they wear clothes that cover most of their skin (buttoned up, no open shoulders), strict silhouettes with firm lines but rich in embellishment.

Darla is quite short and well-built. Her hair is floofy curly and full, a whole cloud the color of chestnut on her head that she usually keeps in check with a metal hairband. Her skin is bronze with freckles across her nose and cheeks, full lips, light-green eyes. For a long time as she travels, she wears a light armor, changing into leathers when not on the road.

Jax is on the taller side of average, thin but in a way you know they don't actually exercise. Their hair is very dark brown, cut very close on the sides and a few inches long on top where it is Very Coily. Deep brown skin with a warm undertone and dark hazel eyes. Their preferred style of clothes is a waistcoat on top of a shirt or a blouse (either form-fitting or a loose one, doesn't matter) and a pair of trousers. [When using magic, their eyes light up with gold]

Arthur is tall and broad-shouldered with distinct auburn hair that just reaches to his jaw and is usually styled back. His eyes are dark gray, prominent cheekbones and sharp jawline, beige skin. His road outfit looks sturdy, reinforced at the arms and through a chest guard, all in various shades of dusted brown. [When high on bellona, his eyes light up with light blue]

Gale has hooded eyes of dark green with visible eyebags under them, his hair is of very dark brown, almost black, tousled and reaching to his ears. He is lean, slightly taller than average. When traveling he always wears a black cape, but underneath all the layers of protective travel gear there is an uncourtly black slim-fitting sleeveless shirt. [When using magic, his eyes light up with red]

Skin tone reference:

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#the gray ascendancy #tga if #ch: all #ch: arthur #ch: darla #ch: gale #ch: ianthe #ch: jax #ch: y #info: descriptions #info: pinterest references

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berrynarrybanana · 3 years

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Holiday Wishes, Mistletoe Kisses

A/N: This was meant to be a blurb, but I got carried away. I honestly don’t know how I feel about it, but I wanted to post some Christmassy stuff in between now and Deck the Halls, so here’s a little something. It’s basically over a thousand words of Harry pining for some girl he just met. That seems to be my favorite trope, yeah? Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I hope that you all remember that Christmas isn’t about what you have or what you’re able to give, it’s about spending time with the people you love the most. I’m always here for you all if you need me and I love you loads. Thank you!

Word Count: 5.1K+

Warnings: A little smut, pining, flash forward, ofc

Prompt: “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not” | Taken from this post here!

It wasn’t that Harry hated Christmas.

He loved spending time with his family, drinking mulled wine and talking shit with his Mum and Sister on the couch until the morning light. He loved the Christmas cookies that everyone seemed to bake just for him. Every single one of his friends would wrap them up in cute, candy cane striped cellophane bags with a little bow as if they were worried he’d been deprived of sweets. He loved the warmth that enveloped him when he stepped into any building, dodging the cold winter winds and brutal snowflakes that hit his skin. He loved most things about the season, but he truthfully hated the actual holiday itself.

He hated the music, each song covered by about twenty different artists, (yet, they always sounded the same, somehow), playing on a loop on every single Christmas station. He hated how rude people were in the shops and on the road, as if their time was more important than anyone else's. He hated the stigma around giving expensive gifts, stressing over the perfect thing to get each of his friends. If he could, he’d give them all something homemade, but he was shit at doing anything crafty.

His boots crunched against the snow as he walked towards his mother’s front door.

He let himself in, kicking his shoes off before he removed his scarf and his winter coat. He could hear laughter from the kitchen, Gemma and his Mum giggling far too loud. They must have cracked into the mulled cider a little early, and truthfully, he was jealous. He’d spent the last four hours stuck in traffic listening to white Christmas over and over and over again. He shut the front door as Evie wrapped herself around his legs, her soft purring catching his attention as he glanced down at the black and white kitten.

“Hiya, darling girl.” He crouched down, scooping her into his arms before he delivered a series of kisses over her head. “Daddy’s missed you, eh. Have you been good for your nan?”

She meowed in response, causing Harry to coo at her before he scratched under her chin.

“That’s my girl.” He pressed another kiss to the top of her head before setting her back to the ground.

He knew they would indulge in several cuddle sessions over the next few days, so he wasn’t worried about missing his one and only pet this holiday season. He walked through the house, finding his way into the kitchen where Gemma was tipping back a glass of dark red liquid, and his Mum was rolling out cookie dough with a bright smile on her face. What Harry wasn’t expecting, was the curly haired girl with a cookie cutter in her hand next to his Mum.

“Hello!” He called out, offering a smile as he walked over to the kitchen island. “I see we’ve started having fun already.”

“It took you forever to get here!” Gemma said defensively, picking up a chocolate kiss before tossing it at Harry. “Do you want a drink?”

“Something hot, it’s like the bloody tundra outside.” He shivered at the thought of the harsh wind, his eyes trailing back towards the new girl.

“Stella makes the best peppermint hot chocolate you’ve ever had in your life.” Gemma groaned out, her eyes rolling back in her head. “She puts peppermint vodka in there.”

“I can make you one if you’d like?” Stella’s voice was soft and painfully american. “We’ve got a slow cooker full of hot chocolate.”

“If you don’t mind.” Harry gave her a smile as he pulled out a stool, sitting next to Gemma. “Nice to meet you, Stella. I’m Harry, by the way.”

“She knows who you are.” Gemma reached over, pinching Harry’s side. “Stella is a new transfer at work. She’s new to England, and we thought we’d show her a proper English Christmas.”

“Stella, love, you should probably find another family to spend Christmas with if you want a proper English Christmas.” Harry snorted. “Ours is half arsed at best.”

“We have a lovely Christmas, thank you.” Anne piped up, flicking flour in Harry’s direction as Stella laughed softly. “Don’t scare the poor thing off, we’ve just made her feel at home.”

Stella turned her back, walking towards the stove.

“I suppose we do have a good time.” Harry hummed out. “I can’t wait to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas for the millionth time.”

“They’ve got an animated one now!” Gemma exclaimed. “We’re going to do a double feature.”

“Lovely.” Harry rolled his eyes.

Moments later, a steaming mug of hot chocolate laced was placed in front of Harry.

He looked down at the grinch mug before looking back up at Stella.

“Thanks.” He offered her a smile, but she merely nodded back at him before taking her place next to Anne again.

He watched her, sipping at his drink as Gemma and Anne chatted about some Hallmark movie that was meant to premiere at some point during the week. She wasn’t normally the type of girl that he dated, but he had to admit that she was beautiful. Her cheeks were round, a soft blush smeared over them that he assumed came from a makeup product. Her lashes were thick, and long, shadowing her hazel colored eyes. She had thick brows that seemed a little unruly, and plump lips stained with a plum colored lipstick that matched her smoky, purple eyeshadow. He wasn’t a huge fan of the plum color, but he had to admit that it brought out a lot of the warmer tones in her eyes and in her beautiful, brown skin. He also thought that it complimented the lighter strands in her curly brown hair that bounced about everytime she turned her head.

He tried not to be too obvious with his curious gaze, but he couldn’t help it. He was almost mesmerized by her beauty, but he was more so confused by his attraction to her. She was far too quiet for his taste, her eyes cast down on the cookies she’d been cutting out for the last few minutes while everyone else chatted.

He watched her place them on the tray carefully, obsessing over how they landed before she reached for the colored icing. He watched her pipe onto the little shapes, her tongue nestling in the corner of her mouth as her unsteady hands worked diligently on the cookies.

This was a Styles family Christmas, and the Styles were a rowdy and messy bunch. He’d never seen his Mum or Gemma put that much work into sugar cookies before, and it was almost painful to watch her perfect each and every one before she slipped the tray in the oven. He watched her reach for the cheeky little chicken shaped oven timer that Gemma bought when his Mum fist moved into this house. In all of those years, he’d never seen anyone actually use it.

“Did you hear me, my little turtle dove?” Anne brushed her hand over Harry’s back as he sipped at his cocoa. “They’re calling for a huge storm this weekend, are you packed for that?”

“I left some stuff here the last time I was around.” He turned his head, smiling back at her. “I think I should be fine if I get stuck with you lot.”

“Good.” She nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, Mumma.” He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her into a hug.

The warm scent of vanilla and musk greeted his senses, flooding him with comfort and nostalgic memories of cuddling with Mum on the couch. He missed having her around him. He missed having his best friend around to comfort him when he needed it the most. When he let go of her, his heart sank a little in his chest. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head before moving back to work on more cookie dough.

“Why are you making so many cookies?” He asked, brows furrowing as he brushed his fingers over the sickly green mug with the cartoon characters face on it. “Do you plan on feeding an army?”

“No, but Stella suggested that we take some down to the local homeless shelter on Christmas Eve.” Anne smiled over at the girl. “That’s her family's Christmas tradition, and since she’s not with them this year, we thought we’d make it happen for her here.”

“Thank you again, for agreeing to this.” Stella smiled at Anne. “It really means the world to me, and I can’t thank you enough.”

“You’re a part of the family now, dear.” Anne teased. “Even if you’re not spending Christmas with us, this little tradition of yours has been officially integrated into our own Christmas tradition. We’ll always have a little bit of Stella with us during the Holiday’s now, eh.”

Stella laughed at that, reaching her arms out to wrap Anne in a hug.

Harry almost felt a little jealous at how seamlessly she fit in here.

“If you keep staring at her, she’s gonna want to run back to America.” Gemma nudged her elbow into his side. “We get it, she’s hotter than you.”

“Oh, shut up.” Harry rolled his eyes at Gemma as she smirked. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Okay, Casanova.” She snorted. “Whatever you say.

Harry wasn’t sure why he was hard.

He just wanted to close his eyes and go the fuck to sleep.

After a long day of travel, and an even longer evening filled with Harry pulling down Christmas decorations from the attic, he just wanted to sleep. He wasn’t looking forward to taking the annual trip to the Christmas Tree Farm tomorrow. Since Robin passed, Harry was the only man in the family, which meant that he often had to do the heavy lifting. He found that most of his strength lay in his core, despite the amount of lifting he’d done to buff up his arms, and he wasn’t looking forward to tossing a tree on top of his car while everyone watched.

Truthfully, that was the worry that should have been plaguing his mind as he lay in bed. Instead, his mind was lost in hazel colored waves that crashed on dark plum shores. He couldn’t stop thinking about Stella’s eyes or her perfectly shaped lips. He spent most of his night watching her drink from a wine glass, her cheeks turning a shade darker with each joke that she shared with his family. If there was one thing that he was shocked about, it was the dry humor that tumbled from her perfect plum colored lips. She was a funny girl, despite being quiet, and he laughed at every single joke she told without shame.

As he shifted his about, trying to avoid any further thoughts about her lips, the tip of his cock brushed against the warm flannel of his pajama pants. He let out a throaty groan, reaching down to push his palm into the crotch of his pants to soothe the pressure building in his lower belly. He couldn’t jack off to the thought of Gemma’s new friend, it would be awful, and it would surely land him on the naughty list. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to picture her lipstick staining his lower belly, his upper thighs, and eventually...the shaft of his cock. But after a few minutes of trying not to think about it, that was the only thing he could see behind closed eyes.

With an annoyed grumble, he dipped his hand into his pajama pants, tugging his cock out while his free hand pushed the band of the pants down his hips. He licked over his dry lips, making a mental note to buy some chapstick tomorrow as he gave himself one, swift stroke. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to moan as he brushed the pad of his thumb over the weeping slit of his cock. He was pathetic, dripping down his cock over a girl that he barely knew. He couldn’t believe that he was being that guy right now, tugging at his cock desperately to the thought of a beautiful girl on her knees for him. He wanted so badly to have her there, whispering filthy words in that gentle tone she had, encouraging him to cum on her tongue.

When he did cum, her name spilled from his lips.

His chest was heaving as he came down, the tinkling of Stella’s laughter filling his ears.

Seconds later, he heard her bid goodnight to Gemma before the door next to his own shut.

He was totally fucked for this girl.

The next morning, he didn’t expect to see Stella sitting at the breakfast bar when he came downstairs.

He stopped in the doorway, his cheeks growing warm as he looked over her sweater covered back. Thoughts of her name tumbling from his lips last night flooded back as he looked at her. She was wearing a lavender colored, cable knit sweater, and her curls were tied up in a messy ponytail on top of her head. Most of the curls had fallen out, covering up some of her neck alongside her fingers. Her cheek was propped on her palm, her gaze focused on her laptop as she lifted a mug of steaming liquid up to her mouth with her other hand.

Harry cleared his throat, walking toward the stove so he could put the kettle on. No one else in the house would be up for hours, but Harry couldn’t turn off his internal alarm clock no matter how he tried. He also hoped that he might find a moment of peace from the very girl sitting in his Mother’s kitchen. She haunted his dreams, her face playing on the silver screen in his mind all night long. He hated how infatuated he was with this woman that he barely even knew.

“Morning.” She spoke up first, her voice scratchy and tired. “Did you sleep well?”

“Splendid, yeah.” He nodded, filling the kettle with water. “You?”

“I’ve slept better, but that’s to be expected.” She said softly. “I spent a little bit of time on a skype call with my brother’s, so I was up longer than expected.”

“But you’re up fairly early this morning, aren’t you?” He put the kettle on the stovetop before turning around, his eyes landing on hers. “Why’s that?”

“I wake up this early anyways.” She smiled at him. “I usually like to go for a walk in the morning to wake myself up.”

“That’s nice.” He lifted his hand, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “I usually like to go for a swim or a run in the morning, too.”

“Where do you swim?” She asked.

“There’s a men’s swimming club not too far from my home in London.” He said. “It’s freezing cold, but you get used to it after a while.”

“Jeeze, you swim outside in this weather?” She lifted her head from her palm, her eyes growing wide. “I could never.”

“It’s an acquired taste.” He chuckled softly. “What are you working on?”

“A new piece for my blog.” She said. “I started out using it as a diary of sorts, but people apparently love reading about the disaster that is my life.”

“I’m sure it’s not all horrible.” He hoped that he sounded encouraging and not rude. “You seem like a lovely, and positive person.”

“I try to be.” She shrugged, reaching for her mug. “I could say the same about you.”

“I try to be.” He smiled at her. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“Oh, I was actually thinking of popping down to this little bakery Gemma told me about-”

“Mandeville’s.” His heart picked up, a smile stretching across his lips. “Had my first job there.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” She laughed, wrapping both hands around her mug as she leaned back in the barstool. “I figured I’d go grab some pastries for everyone. I know it’s kind of a busy day with the Christmas Tree Farm, so I thought it would be best if your Mum didn’t feel the need to cook.”

“She would love that.” Harry said. “Maybe I could go with you? We could both get our walks in, and I can see Mary before she hunts me down and drags me to the bakery.”

“I would love the company.” She smiled. “But enjoy your tea first, I’ll just be working on this until we’re ready to go.”

“Cheers.” He nodded, watching her eyes drop to her computer screen.

She wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup this morning, and Harry almost wished that she was.

He wished that she had covered up her beautiful, freckle covered skin so that he didn’t fall harder for her beautiful face. He wished that she was hiding away those little blemishes that made him swoon, because she was actually a human after all, not some angel sent down from heaven to torture him. He wished that she covered those beautiful lips in that plum lipstick again so that he could imagine kissing it off of her. He hated the feeling stirring inside of his belly, the butterflies a tell tale sign of his feelings.

He had a crush on Stella.

And there was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling for her.

Stella’s gloves were precious.

They were a bright red, little snowflakes and reindeer stitched into them.

She offered to let Harry borrow a pair of her gloves, claiming that she’d brought plenty of pairs for the winter, but he politely declined before shoving his hands in his pockets. She looked so cozy, wrapped up in her winter coat with a beanie on top of her head and a matching scarf tied around her neck. Harry wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and cuddle her so that they could both stay nice and toasty on their walk. He wanted to kiss her bare cheeks, paying special attention to each freckle on her skin as the winter sun cast over them.

He was so infatuated with her that it was almost embarrassing.

“I can’t even imagine what it was like, growing up in a place like this.” Stella turned her head towards Harry, the tip of her nose a little red. “It’s so picturesque.”

“It’s alright.” He gave her a small smile. “I always wanted to get out when I was a kid.”

“Of course you did, we all do.” She chuckled. “I think everyone should run away for a little while, it really gives you all of the tools you need to really appreciate your hometown when you go back. I don’t know that I’ll ever move back to my hometown, but when I visit it, I feel a little bit more appreciative of the pivotal role it had in raising me.”

“I feel the same way about Cheshire.” Harry nodded. “It’s a big part of who I was, and that helped make me who I am. I wouldn’t be the same without this place.”

“Exactly.” She said.

“So where exactly are you from?” He asked. “I mean, obviously America-”

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, narrowing her eyes playfully, her lips pursed. “I don’t think it is.”

“It’s a neon, flashing sign above your head kind of obvious, love.” He snorted. “But I can’t place what your accent is.”

“It’s not really an accent.” Stella shrugged, turning her attention back to the sidewalk. “I grew up on the road for most of my life, but my family settled in Georgia when I was about twelve.”

“Interesting.” He said. “How did you like Georgia?”

“I didn’t, at first.” She laughed. “I hated it so much. I loved being on the road with my family, traveling places like Hawaii and Los Angeles. When we moved to the south, I despised everything about it. It was so plain and boring compared to places we’d lived before. But like I said, moving away has made me learn to love it more when I go back.”

“How long have you been gone?” He asked.

“About three years.” She said. “I lived in Amsterdam for a year, and then Paris, and now I’m here.”

“Which place is your favorite?” He asked. “Be honest with me, now. You don’t have to say London just because you’re trying to get on my good side.”

Stella tossed her head back, laughing loudly.

“I think it’s truthfully London, Harry.”

His name sounded like honey falling from her lips.

“Why is that?” He asked.

“Because I’ve found my chosen family.” She turned back, giving him a smile that thawed out the chill creeping up from his toes. “Starting with Gemma, of course. She was the first person to take me under her wings, and I’m so happy that I have her in my life. Then I started to find other people, and we all became this really close knit group of friends that felt more like family than my actual family does. I don’t know how I’ll ever leave this place.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” He said softly. “Maybe this is home.”

Please don’t go, Stella.

Stay here with me forever.

Love me.

“My contract is up at the end of the year, but we’ll just have to see how things go.” She said. “I might be convinced to stay.”

“Well, I guess I have a lot of work to do.” He chuckled.

“Why are you so keen on me staying?” She asked him, her brows raising as she gave him a knowing smirk. “Do you have a crush on me, Styles?”

His cheeks grew hot against the cold wind.

“Alright now, don’t let that go to your head.” He grumbled, tucking his neck into his scarf as Stella’s smile grew wider. “It’s all your bloody fault, you know?”

“What have I done?” She laughed louder. “I’m just me.”

“That’s exactly it.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re you, Stella.”

The Christmas Tree Farm was going well.

That was up until Gemma decided that they absolutely needed to take a family picture in front of the big Christmas tree, Stella included. They had picked up a few little trinkets and such while walking around the market included in the farm. Anne picked up a reindeer headband with bells stitched in, plopping it on her head the second she found it. Gemma found an elf’s hat with little ears attached to the side, putting it on her hair before fussing with her hair. Stella found a crown made of poinsettias that she plopped on top of her curls, the red and gold working perfectly with her red lipstick and gold eyeshadow. Harry, however, wasn’t exactly in the spirit.

“You’re wearing the bloody santa hat, whether you like it or not!” Gemma shoved it towards him with a frown. “If you stand next to Stella, you’ll like Mr. and Mrs. Claus!”

“Shut up, Gemma.” Harry sneered, snatching the hat from her hands. “I didn’t tell you about that so you could throw it in my face!”

“Well, I’m doing it for the greater good of our family photo!” She glared at him. “Put that hat on before I shove it on your head myself.”

“Fine.”

“Are you two alright?” Stella smirked, adjusting her crown on her head as she walked up to Harry and Gemma. “Santa is still putting people on the naughty list you know?”

“If anyone’s going to be on the naughty list, it’s Harry.” Gemma tossed her arm around Stella’s shoulder with a proud smirk. “He’s being a pain in the arse.”

“Is the hat really necessary to the photo?” He groaned, dropping his head back.

“Yes.” Stella and Gemma said at the same time.

“Alright, alright.” He groaned, tugging the hat over his curls. “Are you both happy now?”

“Ecstatic.” Stella smiled brightly at Harry. “I think you look handsome.”

“I’m going to just point out…” Gemma pulled her arm from around Stella, tucking her hands behind her back. “That there’s mistletoe hanging from that piece of wood above your heads.”

“Gemma-” Harry’s eyes grew wide.

“And I’m promptly going to walk away.” She smiled at Stella. “Meet us at the tree in ten minutes.”

“Gemma-” Stella held her hand out as Gemma walked away, her eyes growing just as wide as Harry’s were. “What a sneaky little elf.”

“Tell me about it.” Harry shifted, adjusting the hat on his head. “Devious little-”

“Well, I guess we can’t break tradition.” Stella looked up at Harry, shuffling forward slowly with a little smirk on her lips. “I mean, what would Santa say if we didn’t kiss under the mistletoe?”

Harry licked over his bottom lip, his fingers twitching.

“You really want to kiss me?”

“I might.” Stella’s toes were almost touching Harry’s now. “But the question is, do you want to kiss me?”

“I do, yeah.” He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since I laid eyes on you, Stella.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She raised her brows. “Now is your chance, Mr. Grinch, lay one on me.”

Harry lifted his hands, pressing them to Stella’s face hesitantly before he lowered his lips to hers in a soft kiss. It was a gentle peck, one that anyone would share underneath the mistletoe, but Harry wanted more from Stella. It seemed that she wanted more as well, her arms sliding around his neck as she pressed up on her toes. He let his hands fall to her waist as the kiss grew more intense, his hands holding onto her tightly as she brushed her tongue over his lower lip. He tried his best not to smile into the kiss, letting her have what she wanted by parting his lips. When her tongue slipped over his, he let out a tiny moan, gripping her hips tighter.

“Get a room, you two!” Harry groaned, pressing his forehead to Stella’s.

“Gemma, I swear to god-” Harry turned his head, whipping his santa hat off before he threw it in her direction. “Go bother someone else!”

Stella laughed, ducking her forehead down to Harry’s chest as he rubbed his thumbs over her side gently. He felt her body shaking underneath his hands, his heart hammering in his chest when he realized just how close they actually were. He turned his head back, lifting a hand up to guide Stella’s chin up. He pressed his lips to hers once, twice, three more times before she pressed her palms to Harry’s chest.

“We’ll never stop if we don’t move away from the mistletoe.” Stella whispered. “And I think Gemma might physically pull us apart if we miss that Christmas picture.”

“Let it be known that I’m only partaking in this picture because I want to stand next to you for as long as I can.” Harry smiled. “I think I have a little more than a crush on you, Stella.”

“I think I have more than a crush on you, too.”

“Madeline, stop right there.” Stella let out a frustrated sigh as she looped her arm under the baby carrier, her eyes falling down to the sleeping infant. “Milo, promise Mumma that you’ll listen when you get to that age?”

“Give him here.” Harry brushed a kiss over Stella’s temple, his hand massaging her lower back gently. “You go catch up with speed racer, okay? I’ll be right behind you with the baby and the diaper bag.”

“Thank you.” Stella turned her head, puckering her lips out. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He hummed out. “And our beautiful babies, even if one of them has a death wish and two left feet.”

Stella snorted out a laugh, pulling her arm from the carrier before she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I better go help her up the stairs.”

“Please, we don’t need a repeat of last year.” Harry smiled.

“Yeah, I would like to avoid a trip to A&E this year.” Stella snorted.

He watched Stella walk over to an antsy Madeline, her pigtails bouncing about as she jumped from foot to foot in excitement. Harry chuckled softly at his daughter, amused by her excitement. He was happy that she found so much joy in Christmas, just like her Mother did. He watched Stella hold a hand out, waiting for Madeline to take it before they both conquered the brick steps outside of his Mum’s house. When they got to the top, Stella lifted Madeline up, kissing over her cheeks as their daughter giggled. Harry lifted Milo’s car seat from the base, his eyes falling down to the six month old with hazel eyes and soft cheeks just like his Mother’s.

“We’ve got our hands full with those two, mate.” Harry pulled the soft, wintery blue blanket up to Milo’s chin, tucking it around his shoulders so that he would stay warm. “Gonna keep us both on our toes, I know it.”

Milo cooed up at him, causing Harry to smile wider before he ducked his head down to kiss his son's soft cheeks.

“Let’s get you into Nan’s before you turn into a popsicle, my love.” Harry said. “Mumma won’t be happy if we have to spend Christmas thawing you out.”

As Harry made his way up the stairs, he couldn’t help but remember five Christmases ago.

He was walking up the exact same steps on his own, unaware of the magic that was waiting inside for him. He was unaware that the girl Gemma brought home for Christmas would one day be his wife, and the mother of his two beautiful children. He had no idea that they would spend long nights together, planning their future and holding each other tight. He opened the front door to his Mum’s house, smiling at the sound of Madeline telling his Mother a story with animated gestures, her curly pigtails bouncing around as Stella tried to wrangle her jacket off.

“And then Daddy told me we could get a puppy next year if I was good enough!” Madeline squealed out as Harry shut the door.

He dodged the steely gaze he got from Stella after she heard the word puppy.

“Sorry.” He mouthed over at her, causing her to shake her head as she tried to fight off a smile.

“You’re a menace.” She mouthed back. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He said it outloud, his heart soaring in his chest.

Stella gave him a heart warming smile, Madeline’s coat still in her hands.

Seconds later, Milo let out a tiny cry causing Harry to snap back into dad mode.

He rested the carseat on the ground, carefully pulling his son out before pressing a kiss to his chubby little cheeks. As if Gemma could sense his presence, she barreled into the living room with her eyes set on Milo.

“There’s my little man.” She held her hands out, wiggling them as Harry rolled his eyes. “You get to see him every day, Harry. Pass him over to his auntie.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Please be careful with him, I kind of like this one.”

“Piss off.” Gemma snorted out, sliding Milo onto her hip before pressing a bright red kiss mark into his forehead. “Has Daddy told you that without auntie Gem, you wouldn’t exist?”

“Gemma-”

“Can you believe that?” She looked up at Harry, a hint of something nostalgic and genuine sparkling in her green eyes. “If I’d never brought Stella to family Christmas, we wouldn’t have two beautiful babies to dote over every year.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine what life would be like without them.” He whispered. “Thank you, Gemma.”

“Harry, I really didn’t-”

“Gemma.” He said her name sternly, pressing his palm to her bicep. “Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She said softly, her eyes watering. “Now, if you could do me a favor and bring a hot friend around, I’d really appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can manage.” He let out a wet chuckle, his own eyes watering.

“What are we managing?” Stella wrapped her arms around Harry.

“We owe Gem a favor.” He sniffled, turning head to press a kiss to Stella’s forehead.

“Why are you crying, baby?” Stella frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all.” He pressed his lips to hers, softly brushing his nose against the tip of hers as his. “Just so incredibly grateful to have you in my life, that’s all.”

“You’re so sappy around the holiday’s.” Stella brushed her palm over his belly. “I love you, Mr. Styles.”

“I love you, too, Mrs. Styles.” He said. “Merry Christmas, Darling.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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With the Purple, Soft Hair

Pairing: NCT Jaehyun x reader

Genre: Slight angst, fluff, one shot

Summary: A year of solid friendship and no advancements were made--until one night, you start to see your special friend in a different light.

Note: School has been killing me, but here’s a story I just had to post. Hope you enjoy it!

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There he was, the man of your dreams. Oh, how lucky you were because, of course, he had his arms around another girl, namely your close friend. His soft chocolate orbs stared deeply into your friend’s hazel ones, whispering silent messages of love and appreciation. He towered over your short friend, a feature that made her even more irresistibly cute. Worst of all, he had no idea of your existence.

“Still haven’t talked to him?” a voice spoke behind you, pulling you away from your quiet manner. “I’m telling you, if you don’t make a move now, he’ll never know you.”

The empty seat across from you was soon occupied by your project partner-turned-friend, Jaehyun, blocking your view of the lovely couple at the other picnic table.

“It’s too late,” you muttered under your breath before you took a gigantic bite out of your meatball sub.

Your deeply purple-haired friend looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of the giggling lovebirds.

“So Mark’s going out with one of your friends and he’s also my friend, but he still doesn’t know your name?” he said, averting his eyes to your lousy state. “That’s pathetic, you know?”

You continued eating, unfazed by the usual bluntness you had gotten used to. He scoffed at your messy style of eating as you dropped a few pickles here and there onto the torn plastic wrap.

“This whole picnic idea is pathetic,” you mumbled through your half-full mouth. “You were all like, ‘Hey, it’s a nice day today. Let’s go eat lunch out there!’ but this is just plain cruelty.”

Jaehyun sent a short-lived apologetic smile your way and stole the lost pickles, which you didn’t really like in your food anyway.

How you and Jaehyun became friends was a wonder. You two were simply partners for a business project, but somewhere along the way, he started growing more sarcastic. He also grew fond of teasing you whenever he could, which was a 180-degree different side of him when he had first introduced himself to you with his killer soft smile and dimples that would make any girl swoon. You had to admit, you had a crush on him at first, but his increasingly frequent sarcastic remarks turned you off. By the time your project ended, you and Jaehyun were practically inseparable; you went to festivals together and watched newly released movies at the comfort of your aunt’s house, which she let you live in since she was primarily living in the countryside, not in the city.

Jaehyun was your wingman and you were his wingwoman: whenever either one of you wanted to catch another person’s attention, you would use each other and send ridiculous hand signals. Oftentimes, you would pretend that he was a social media influencer and asked for his autograph. It was a silly act, you both admitted, but it worked in the shallow society you lived in. But Mark Lee was a different case. He wasn’t one of those guys you were infatuated by momentarily. No, he was the man you loved for three months and counting.

“How am I supposed to get over him?” you sighed after chomping down your sub, something Jaehyun never failed to be amazed at.

With his eyebrows raised, he instinctively wiped the sauce staining your chin with a napkin and asked, “What do you mean ‘get over him’? Why do you have to get over him?”

In a matter-of-a-fact tone, you replied, “Even if they break up, I can’t have him. It’s the rule.”

“Well it’s a stupid rule.”

It was a stupid rule, indeed, but you knew that if any one of your friends dated your past exes, you would go livid. If only you had no moral consciousness...

There went another round of a laughing fit behind Jaehyun. You couldn’t care less about what the two were laughing about; you just wanted to be the one laughing with the black-haired prince, the one with the luscious hair that stopped at the rims of his round glasses.

“I wish I could touch his hair,” you murmured, enviously watching your friend brush her fingers through his soft locks of hair.

“You can touch mine,” Jaehyun offered, tilting his head towards you. “I conditioned it yesterday.”

Your nose scrunched up in apparent disgust. “Your hair was touched by so many girls that I don’t want to.”

“Hey, we both had our fair share of people touching our hair,” Jaehyun said defensively as he backed his head. “Besides, I bet my hair is the softest hair out of anyone in our department.”

“No wonder all the girls keep touching your hair,” you said quietly before tackling your other bitter-tasting sub. “That girl Diane kept raving about it to her friends, and we all know that Diane has the softest hair.”

“Excuse me, my hair is way softer than hers,” Jaehyun said with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth frowning. “Besides, that’s just a rumor. Anyone’s hair is better than hers. Even your hair is softer than hers.”

Pushing your soda further away from you to make space for your elbows, you waved off his last statement. “Speaking of Diane, what happened to her? I thought you guys were gonna push through.”

“There was nothing to ‘push through’. I just wasn’t interested.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’ve been saying that for months.”

And he batted his eyes innocently. “Well no one has caught my eye for months.”

“You're telling me that you, Jung Jaehyun, master of getting girls, have finally stepped down your reign?”

Your unfamiliar friend simply shrugged. “I guess I want something serious.”

“Not with your tendency to quickly dismiss girls you won’t.”

Then he looked at you dead in the eye. “I’m looking for the right person.”

“And who would the ‘right person’ be like?”

The romantic spring wind softly blew past you, making you shudder, with your bare arms exposed. Jaehyun fixed his gaze on the sky, the wind brushing his hair in all the right places, and then on you. You stared at him in return, anticipating a serious answer.

“Someone with nice hair.”

There was no smiling, no laughing, no nothing. He was serious. But you didn’t even have the time to react to the honest comment because your eyes busily widened when they caught your friend’s who waved at you excitedly. At your troubled expression, Jaehyun turned around and sent a small wave towards the couple.

“Great, now they’re coming over,” you grumbled, watching the couple take their time approaching you and Jaehyun. “We could be talking about something funny or intellectual, but, no, we’re talking about stupid hair.”

“Okay, we both know that you’re not funny,” Jaehyun said openly.

You had the urge to slap him with the pickles you had, but the growing feeling of anxiety and nervousness overtook all of your thoughts. They’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming. A warm pair of hands wrapped around yours, causing you to avert your pathetic gaze at your half-eaten sub to the brown eyes of your sarcastic-turned-caring friend.

“Calm down, won’t you? You won’t make a fool of yourself,” he said, trying to comfort you. “You’ve already done that today when you started snoring in class.”

That was deserving of a glare and the following: “You suck at this.” But before you could say anything else, a chirpy voice chimed, “Hey, guys!” And the butterflies broke loose. When your friend officially introduced you to Mark and vice versa, the rhythm of your heart grew faster and faster, but all you could do was muster a small, weak smile to the man who secretly made you smile to yourself in the back of your business classes whenever he would say something with a simple smile or made Jaehyun or another one of his friends laugh at one of his lame jokes. Your heart was fluttering, and there was nothing you could do but smile.

“Is something wrong?” your friend asked, concerned for you and your pale face.

“She’s just having a bad time digesting her food,” Jaehyun lied, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs.

You silently sent a glare his way.

“Yes, that’s the only explanation there is,” you said through your teeth and pulled your hands away from his.

“Oh, for a moment I thought you two were going out with the whole hand situation,” your friend said, laughing. “Well that’s too bad because Mark and I were wondering if you guys wanted to go eat at a new 60s-themed restaurant around the corner.”

Your stomach felt queasy as if it was tied up in knots. Even though you kept your gaze strictly on your friend, you couldn’t help but use your peripheral vision to take a sneak peek at the wonderful human being standing next to her. At that point, Mark had taken off his glasses and left them hanging on the collar of his green hoodie. You couldn’t believe how lucky your friend was to snatch away the younger boy you had your eyes on for way longer. If you could only go back in time...

“We’ll go.”

Those were the two words that got you to look at Jaehyun like he was crazy, earning you a not-so-innocent smile from him, and got the two of you sitting across the real couple at a nicely cushioned booth in a fast food diner on a Thursday night.

You were fiddling with the material of your shirt, not having once looked at Mark’s direction since the moment he stepped into the restaurant. There was no way you could look at him at all his glory when your friend was sitting right across from you, talking endlessly about some class you could care less about.

“And the professor actually made that a freebie since he totally..."

The rhythm of your heart slowly steadied, but your hands still felt clammy. Do I look okay? Do I seem boring? Do I look like I’m someone fun to talk to? No, you hadn’t even opened your mouth. You had been on double dates before with Jaehyun, of course with your date being someone else, and they were usually a blast. But with your longest crush sitting diagonally from you, casually munching on his fries, you were about to faint.

“Seriously, Margaret literally shot her bubble tea out of her nose..."

Is there something on my face? Did I not powder enough? Did I come too bare-faced? Do I at least look presentable enough? A strong but delicate pair of warm hands slipped into yours, stopping your train of thought. You cast your eyes upon your trustworthy friend and were immediately calmed down. He leaned near your face and whispered, “Don’t worry. You look beautiful tonight”, sending shivers down your spine. When he pulled away, he kept his eyes on you with the most caring, affectionate look he had ever had and caressed the back of your hands ever so gently, sending another wave of the tingling sensation.

The evening moonlight shone through the life-sized window and illuminated his perfectly proportioned face. A rush of warmth spread throughout your cold body, your heart slowly picking up its pace again. What was this surfacing feeling, this exciting and pleasant fondness? You were entranced by not only his beauty but also by his soft, passionate gaze. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at you that way, or the time he had ever looked at you with such warmth. He sent you a smile that matched his eyes before prying his eyes off of you, effectively beginning your silent desperate plea to have him have his eyes only on you but also effectively having the comfort and homeliness in your heart linger.

“Okay, I know your lover boy is next to you, but we’re right here.” Pulling you out of your trance, your friend sweetly smiled at your lost expression when your eyes landed on her. “I asked if you wanted an ice cream brownie sundae.”

With the image of Jaehyun still marked in your head, you mindlessly nodded. A light chuckle left the lips from an unexpected person. For the first time that night, you had your eyes on Mark.

“When did you guys first meet?” the younger boy asked with curiosity settling in his eyes.

The question had you startled. You hadn’t prepared for a question like that. Did you need to come up with some fake romantic story or not? You had no idea.

“Our professor had partnered us up,” Jaehyun spoke. “And she had my attention with her adorably weird mushroom t-shirt.” You heard your friend sigh in awe of the recount while you listened attentively. “After time had gone by, the feelings were platonic, but after going out with other girls and having her help me with them, I realized that no one knew me better or got my heart beating faster than she.”

Every single word had you anticipate the next. Every word that spilled out of his mouth sounded too good to be true, but they all sounded sincere. And the chance to meet the eyes of your steadfast friend came again. You heard your own heart beating. There it was, that longing gaze that drilled into your soul.

“But I didn’t think she had interest in me.”

His eyes darted back and forth, searching for a response--any response. You wanted to believe that he was speaking the truth, if those words were, in fact, his own feelings, because if he wasn’t, what you said next would have been very foolish of you.

“I did.”

The moonlight shone even more brightly and you didn’t have to look at Jaehyun to see it. The night whisked away with tales and laughter, your friend doing most of the talking. By the time everyone was ready to leave and Jaehyun and your friend were using the restroom, a newfound feeling of content sank in. Your new black-haired friend quietly drummed his fingers on the surface of the smooth marble counter, lightly bobbing his head to The Beach Boys playing in the stereo system. You admired his wonderful features and was reminded of his amazing personality. How someone could be as perfect as him yet still be a complete dork was unknown to you. And so were the feelings of strong yearning. They vanished into the starry night.

“‘Help Me, Rhonda’ is pretty good, isn’t it?”

At the sound of your voice, the younger boy casted his gaze upon you. A delighted smile appeared on his face as he said, “Now that would be an understatement.”

You laughed softly and joined him with his head-bobbing session, adding your feet by rhythmically tapping every second. When the other two came out, casually disrupting your quiet groove, you and Jaehyun naturally parted ways with the real couple. As the two of you headed for the beach to catch the last day of a firework event, the breeze carried on the tranquility of the night. Each step you took was light--you weren’t even reading into Jaehyun’s actions that night. You were simply content. Watching the brightly-colored fireworks crisply crackle, your hand bumping into Jaehyun’s every so now and then, you wished that feeling would last forever. When you pointed at your favorite pattern of fireworks and laid your arm to your side, instead of your knuckles bouncing off of Jaehyun’s, it was enveloped by the warmth of his hand. His eyes weren’t watching the fireworks anymore: they were concentrated on the serene waves of the glossy ocean. You stared at his impenetrable gaze.

“Did you,” he began to say, “did you really mean what you said back there? That you had an interest in me?”

He kept his gaze steadily on the waves. It was as if he didn’t want to see your reaction, yet was waiting for an answer. You squeezed his hand lightly.

“I did.”

The sound of the fireworks faded, taken over by the calm, chilly breeze. Jaehyun’s tender eyes met yours. Instead of being overwhelmed by the affectionate gaze, you returned it and with a smile. So there you two stood, staring at each other wordlessly with such attraction no one could deny. You watched Jaehyun’s eyes flicker down to your lips before retreating back to your eyes. Little by little, he inched closer to your face, no longer holding your gaze, but staring at your lips. And little by little, your heart picked up the pace, but you knew you had to break the elephant in the room, so you pressed your forehead against his and gave yourself a moment to say, “Jaehyun, we’re friends.”

And with your foreheads being the barriers to any other sort of skinship, he let out in a low, hushed voice, “Is that all we can ever be?”

He took your hands in his and swung them in small circles. Once the last bit of the fireworks ended, you called out his name so softly that it came out as a whisper, and you saw the sincerity and quiet desperation that filled his eyes. You slowly freed your fingers and let them under the purple strands of Jaehyun’s hair, smoothly combing through them. Then you let your hands linger onto his face, tracing his masculine features.

“You’re right,” you breathed out at last, locking your eyes with the patient man. “Your hair is the softest.”

The both of you broke into goofy grins, not long before you closed the gap of the space that was left in between.

...

The increasing chatter as you stepped out of your philosophy class and into the large hallway was fitting for the new semester, with the incoming freshmen buzzing with excitement and nervousness. It was at that moment when a pair of relatively large hands slipped into yours. You didn’t even have to spare a glance to see who it was--the sides of your lips instantly tugged upwards.

“Ready for that date?” a now tinted purple-haired guy announced.

A smirk found its way to your lips as you said, “Let’s go kick some ass.”

You and your four-month old boyfriend were on the way to a double date with Mark and your friend at the annual carnival downtown. The adorable couple laughed, had their hands all over each other, and whispered to each other, but your eyes were only glued to the man you loved, the man with the soft, fainted purple hair.

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giddyupponyboy · 4 years

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Jealousy

Anonymous asked: Can I please request a imagine where the ready is Dallas total opposite best friend (she is really kind and sweet) and a soc flirts with her and Dallas gets protective and possessive and admits he is inlove with her?

Anonymous asked: hi! could you write about the reader going out with dally and getting into trouble for the first time and they end up getting jumped by socs? protective dally is so hot

Warnings: swearing, blood, really really long (4018 words to be exact)

a/n: haha guess who got carried away again!! I mean, I tried to make this one longer anyways because I combined two requests in one. They were very similar so I hope y’all are okay with that!! also, I tried to shake up the ending a bit because I feel like all my imagines end the same,, credit to @bisvtori for the photo

protective dally is so hot i love it mm

“A board game?” Dally questioned with disgust. “You guys really thing I’m gonna sit here and play a board game?”

“C’mon, Dal.” Pony sighed. “We’ve been going out a lot lately. We should just stay inside tonight.” He said, trying to reason with the hot-headed boy.

Dally sat there and scoffed. “Not even cards?”

“What wrong with a board game, Dal?” Johnny asked, helping Pony set up the board.

“Yeah c’mon it’ll be fun.” Two-Bit said, taking a sip of his beer. Soda and Steve handed the colorful bills out to everyone sitting at the table while Dally sat there in disbelief.

“You guys are crazy if you think I’m gonna spend my Friday night playing a board game.” He stood up and pushed his chair in forcefully. “I’ll see you around.”

“Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out!” Steve called. Dally flipped him off as he walked out of the house, letting the screen door slam loudly behind him. As he walked down the steps of the porch, he saw (y/n) walking through the gate.

“Hi, Dal!” She greeted him with a warm smile. She closed the gate behind her and walked up to him

“Hey, (y/n).” He greeted back.

“Where are you headed?”

“Anywhere but here. They’re playing board games.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and dug his boot in the dirt at his feet.

“Yeah, I know.” She smiled. “Pony invited me. You’re not staying?”

“No. It’s Friday.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “It doesn’t matter what day of the week it is, Dal. It’s what you make of it that matters.”

“Okay well let’s make something of it. Can’t make much happen sitting inside and playing board games.”

“I don’t wanna ditch Pony.” She said sadly, trying to push past him.

He grasped her shoulders with her strong hands, stopping her before she could take a step further. “C’mon (y/n), it’ll be fun.” She stared up at him, unphased by his words. He sighed heavily before making a compromise. “Okay, if you ain’t having fun I’ll bring you back here.”

“Dal-“

“Just a couple’a hours, (y/n), I promise.”

She contemplated for a moment. “Okay, fine.” Dally smiled triumphantly as he grabbed her hand and led her out of the yard. “But only a couple of hours, then I’m coming back here.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He said, brushing her off. He led her to his car, unlacing his fingers from hers as he walked over to the driver’s side.

She stood at the front of the car and kept her arms crossed as he hopped in. He stuck his head out the window. “You getting in or not?”

She huffed in response, “You can at least be a gentleman if you’re gonna drag me out like this.”

He rolled his eyes and got back out of his car. He glared at her as he walked past. “Anything for you, princess.” He said in a condescending tone. He opened the door and motioned for her to get inside.

“Thank you.” She said, climbing into the passenger’s seat. Dally quickly made his way back around to the driver’s side. He climbed in, adjusting his mirrors and casually checking himself out.

“Where are we going?” She asked. Dally started turned the ignition and the engine came alive with a loud roar.

“You’ll see.” He smirked before shifting into drive and speeding off.

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy her adventures with Dallas. There was nothing else like it. Open road, the music turned up, the windows down. They had done this many times before. It brought them closer each time. Dally was the one person she was able to tell almost everything to, and she was always there for him as well. Whenever he got into a bad fight, she was always there to patch him up. Not to mention, she was there the entire time he was on and off with Sylvia. He cared about her more than he’d ever be willing to admit, and what they had between each other was special.

She breathed in deeply, inhaling the fresh summer air as it flowed through her hair. She stuck her head slightly out the window, taking it all in. Dally rarely took the streets in town, instead taking the highway that surrounded the perimeter. Less traffic, less lights, and a perfect view of the scenery untouched by civilization. The sun was setting on the horizon, shades of purple and orange painting the sky. Dally looked over at her, noticing her content state. He smiled to himself, enjoying the sight of her.

She instinctively looked over to him, and he quickly looked back at the road, hoping she didn’t notice him staring.

She turned the radio down to speak to him. “Dal, can you tell me now?” She asked.

“We’ll be there soon.” He said, gripping the wheel tighter and increasing his speed slightly. They sat in silence, listening to music and enjoying the rest of the ride.

Dally eventually made his way back into town, turning down various side streets and finally stopping outside a busy looking bar. The sun had completely set by then, the streetlamps and building lights illuminating the strip. “That’s the place.” Dally said, pointing to the bar. Before she could say anything, he drove off, eventually stopping at the back of the building.

“Dal, are we even allowed to be here?” She asked cautiously, eyeing down the individuals that were loitering on the outside.

He turned the car off, the rumble of the engine halting abruptly. He stuffed his keys into his pocket before pulling out a cigarette and lifting it to his lips.

“Don’t worry, doll. We’ll be fine.” He assured her coolly, lighting the cigarette. They both climbed out of the car and she rushed to his side, wary of those that surrounded the bar.

“I think I’d rather be at Pony’s right now,” she said quietly to him.

Dally put his arm around the small of her back and slowly walked her to the door. “C’mon (y/n), I won’t let anything happen to you. Alright?” He said reassuringly, but that didn’t ease her discomfort. Still, she felt a little better with his arm around her. She moved closer to him, sticking to him like glue.

There were many people of all walks in this bar, all divided by grouping. Socs on one side, greasers on the other. It was amazing they could be in such close quarters and be so civil with one another. But she did notice the occasional piercing glare from one end of the bar to another between the groups. The rivalry was still aflame, just toned down. She didn’t want to know what would happen if a fight broke out.

Dally walked her up to the bar. “You wait here, I’m just gonna go say hi to a few people.” He put his cigarette out on the ashtray before turning back to her. “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and he turned to leave, disappearing into the crowd. She sat at the bar; her hands clammy from nervousness. She kept them clasped together as her elbows rested on the bar in front. She wasn’t used to this many people, and the environment was unfamiliar to her which added to her slight anxiety.

She gazed at the intricate bottles of alcohol that were on the various shelves behind the bartenders. Each one unique and beautiful in its own way. She had never touched the stuff too often, but she did note that the bottles made it look much more enticing than it was.

She was stuck in her thoughts when someone approached her from the side.

“Hey,” the voice was cool and calm. It cut right through the music and she turned her head to the source. A soc boy. Blonde fluffy hair, khakis and a nice shirt. He quite easy on the eyes as well. Soc boy or not, she was shy with anyone of the opposite gender. She felt her face heat up as she made eye contact with him.

She averted her gaze as she replied. “Hello.”

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this all by yourself?” He asked, leaning in. Even though it was quite dark, the light that hung above the bar was bright enough for her to see his hazel eyes.

“I’m here with my friend.” She explained, not wanting to continue the conversation.

“Some friend they must be, leaving you here alone.” He bit his lip as he looked at her up and down. “Some folks in here wouldn’t be so kind to you.”

“I think I’ll be fine.”

He leaned in again, so close she could feel his warm breath on her ear. “Let me buy you a drink, doll.” He paused for a moment. “I’ll make worth your while”

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to cause a scene, and she didn’t want to stay there any longer.

She slowly began to shift herself out of her seat when she saw the boy get thrown from his stool onto the floor. Most of the chatter came to a halt as Dally towered over the boy, a fire burning bright in his eyes.

“She ain’t interested pal, now fuck off.” Dally said.

“Why don’t you fuck off, dirty greaser.” He said, standing up and spitting in Dally’s face. Dally grabbed his shirt and knocked his head to the soc’s. The soc fell to the ground, unconscious.

The whole world seemed to come to a stop as the boy hit the ground. The two opposing sides knowing what was about to happen, but still were hesitant. It was slow motion, the many bodies standing abruptly from their stools and chairs. Poker chips and playing cards went flying, as well as cups and the liquid within them. It was quite the dramatic scene. She watched with wide eyes as the two waves of opposing gangs collided, Dally plastered right in the middle.

The bartender signaled for her to jump over the counter, and she listened without any hesitation. She didn’t want to get caught up in that mix. The sounds of shouting, yelling, grunting, glass shattering, and groaning filled the air, completely drowning out the jukebox in the background.

“Stay here,” the bartender instructed, sweat beading on his forehead. “I’m gonna call the police.” He quickly turned and escaped to the back room to make the call. He eyes widened. If the police came, Dally would for sure be arrested.

She climbed on top of the bar, trying to scope out her greaser boy in the ocean of people. She squinted her eyes to get a better view, but it was useless, it was too dark and the air was cloudy with a thin layer of smoke.

It was difficult, but she eventually picked him out from the crowd. He had a soc by the shirt and was punching him repeatedly. She was about climb down off the counter when she was stopped in her tracks by the horrific sight of four other socs jumping on him from behind. Dally disappeared under the group, their arms raising and snapping back to throw punches at the greaser boy beneath them. A few of Dally’s friends noticed and rushed to the scene, prying the soc boys off one by one and slowly finishing them off.

Dally slowly pulled himself off the floor and steadied himself on a nearby table. She quickly rushed over to him, trying to avoid getting caught in any fights.

“Dally!” She cried. He looked over to her and she saw how bad the damage really was. His eye was black and bloodshot. Blood dropped slowly from his nose, streaks of it swept across his cheek as Dally had tried to wipe it. “Are you okay?” She asked frantically.

“I’m fine, (y/n).” He said flatly, trying to brush off her concern.

She ignored his attitude. “We need to leave now; the bartender called the police.” She explained.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” Dally said, struggling to steady himself as he stepped away from the table he was leaning on. He stumbled a bit, almost tripping when she stopped him.

“Why are you walking like that?” She asked, helping him stand straight.

“I’m kinda dizzy.” He held a hand to his forehead. She noticed his bruised and bloody knuckles. He had fought hard. She wrapped his arm around her shoulder, allowing him to rest some of his weight on her.

“You must be concussed.” She helped him to the back door, careful to avoid any more fighting. She clasped the doorknob and began to turn when the sounds of sirens filled the bar. Tires screeched outside, followed by the front door breaking open with a loud bash.

“Everybody down!” an officer shouted. She wasted no time opening the door and helping Dallas out the back.

“Hurry, Dal, hurry!” she pleaded, helping him to the passenger side of his car.

“I can drive.” He mumbled.

“No, you can’t.” She said flatly, helping him into the car. She closed the door and he leaned his head on the window, closing his eyes. She sat in the car and reached into his jacket pocket for his keys, igniting the engine and speeding off. “We need to get you to the hospital.” She said, looking over at him.

His eyes shot open at her words. He turned to her and pointed a finger. “You ain’t taking me to a hospital.”

“Dal, your head-”

“This has happened before, I’m always fine.” He slurred, turning back to face the window.

She shook her head and decided to bring him to Bucks. Surely, he’d know what to do. At least she hoped he would.

She sped onto the lot and quickly parked the car. She turned the car off and hopped out, rushing to the passenger side to help the broken boy. Slowly opening the door, she grabbed his arm and steadied him again, slowly walking him to the entrance.

It was rather quiet for a Friday night. There were only a few people sitting and playing cards at a table when she and Dally shuffled in. Buck looked up from his hand and noticed Dally’s state.

“(y/n).” He said, standing up and walking over to them. “What the hell happened to him?”

“I’m fine!” grumbled Dally.

“There was a huge fight at some bar on the other end of town. I think he’s concussed.” She said as Buck took Dally’s weight off her shoulder.

“Let’s take him upstairs. Grab a couple of rags behind the bar and wet them to clean his face.” Buck said, carefully leading Dally towards the stairs. “And fill a bag with ice!”

She followed his instructions, finding a few cleaning rags in a drawer which she wet in the sink. She fished through the freezer and grabbed a tray of ice cubes, dumping the contents into a small plastic bag. By the time she made it upstairs, Buck already had Dally in his bed.

“I’m gonna go find some painkillers,” He said, walking past her. She walked over to Dally, taking a look at his bruised face before kneeling beside him.

His eyes were closed, but he knew she was beside him. Her presence was calming. What she didn’t know was Dally lied to her. He had been concussed before, but never this bad. His whole world was spinning, and he was worried. But god forbid he admit that. He needed to be strong.

She carefully began to wipe the dried blood from his cheek, trying not to put too much pressure as to not hurt his bruised face more. “You need to be more careful, Dal.” She said softly. “You might get yourself killed one day, and I don’t know what I’d do if that happened.” She folded the rag, exposing a clean area and began wiping gently again.

Dally grumbled. “You think I’m just gonna sit by and let that guy touch you?” He tried sitting up, but she pushed him down again.

“I don’t know what you feel you have to prove with me, but nearly dying each time is not the way to do it.” She said, handing him the bag of ice. He placed it on his forehead and closed his eyes; the cold somewhat easing the throbbing pain in his head. “You’re so stupid sometimes, honestly.” She had never spoken to him like that before, and Dally was taken aback.

He opened his mouth to speak again before Buck came back into the room with a glass of water and a couple of pills. “Here, take these.” He said. Dally slowly sat up, taking the pills from Buck’s hand and tossing them in his mouth. What was once a completely full glass of water was quickly reduced to nothing but a few small drops at the bottom, quenching Dally’s seemingly unquenchable thirst. He felt a little better, he just needed to rest now. He lied back down on the pillow and rested the ice to his forehead.

“He’s gotta rest. You should head home.” Buck said to (y/n). That was the last thing Dally heard before he fell asleep.

The sunlight lightly filtered in through the half-closed blinds, stirring the sleeping boy. The bag of ice had turned into water and was on the bed beside him. It must have opened, because the mattress was soaked. “Fuck.” Dally whispered to himself. He sat up, his wet shirt sticking uncomfortably to his back. He took it off and tossed it on the floor.

“Hey!” A voice said.

He jumped at the surprise and looked down. (Y/n) was curled up under a few blankets. His wet shirt landed on her head. She tossed it aside and glared at him angrily.

Dally was startled by her voice, unaware that she had been beside him all night. “What the hell are you doing down there?” he asked.

“I didn’t have a way home, so I just stayed here.” She explained, pulling the blanket up to her chest. “And I didn’t wanna wake you, so I just slept down here.”

Dally stood up and pulled his comforter over the wet mattress, hoping it would be thick enough so the water wouldn’t seep through. “Get up.” he instructed, holding a hand out to her. She reached and grabbed it, and he pulled her to her feet. She understood and laid down on the bed. He made himself comfortable beside her.

“Is your head okay?” She asked.

Dally almost forgot the beating he took last night. He had gotten used to the dull aches scoured his body, and his head hurt significantly less that the night before. He was grateful for that. “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better.” He said, putting his arms behind his head.

She gazed at him with worried eyes. “Do you remember what I said to you last night?”

Dally thought back, but he couldn’t remember much of the night prior. He didn’t even remember how they got to Buck’s place. “No, I don’t.” He admitted. “I don’t really remember too much after what happened in the bar.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes, turning onto her back.

“What?” He questioned.

“This is exactly what I mean. You need to be more careful!” He gazed at her intently as she continued. “Look, I care about you. A lot. I want you to stop being so reckless whenever we go out.”

He rolled onto his side to face her. “That guy was coming on to you, (y/n). Was I supposed to sit by and watch?”

“You didn’t need to start a fight over it!” She snapped. “You knocked him out, Dal!”

“Whatever, (y/n).”

She ignored him. “You just get so angry all the time and you can’t control yourself. I don’t like seeing you like that. I don’t like it when you fight people.”

“Yeah? And I don’t like it when you got all these guys flirting with you all the time.” He rolled back onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “You just sit by and let it happen.”

Was he... jealous?

“It just bothers me, you know?” he said, avoiding eye contact. His head was slowly beginning to ache again from his anger.

They were both silent for a moment, his eyes locked onto the ceiling, and hers locked onto him. She understood what he was implying. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

He scoffed. “There’s nothing to say.”

“Stop beating around the bush, Dal, and tell me!”

“What? You obviously know. Do you need me to spell it out for you?” He sat up on the edge of the bed, his back turned towards her.

“If it means anything, I feel the same.” she said, staring at his back. He sat there motionless as he let the words sink into him. It felt awkward. He didn’t move or say anything. She was confused about what was going on.

She mumbled something under her breath as she shuffled to the edge of the bed, attempting to stand up. He stopped her, a firm hand gripping her wrist. “What did you say?”

“I said: you’re the worst.”

“I’m the worst?”

“Yeah, you are.” She sat beside him. “You don’t think it bothers me too? Except the difference is, you’re the one flirting with other girls. I have to sit by and watch and pretend I’m okay with it.” She fumbled with her fingers as she continued. “Then you just treat me like a friend, but then get mad when I talk to other boys. I’m so confused about what you want.” She looked up at him. “So, can you just tell me now?”

He looked away, taking his hand off her wrist. He sat silently for a moment, searching for the right words. She sat waiting patiently, looking at the bruises that covered his face; her stomach twisting with anxiety.

“I don’t deserve you, (y/n).” He avoided her, looking everywhere else in the room besides her. She’d never seen him flustered like this before. Dally was always cool and calm (when he wasn’t angry), never nervous or emotional.

“I’m trying to be better for you, but I feel like it won’t matter in the end anyways. Maybe you like the way it is right now, and maybe I don’t even have a chance.” Dally was fumbling over his words trying his hardest to remain calm.

Her anxiety quickly turned into contentment as the words fell upon her ears. Her feelings were reciprocated, and she couldn’t be happier. “Don’t change, Dal.” She said. “I like you for you. We get on real well all the time, and I always look forward to seeing you.” She inched closer to him. He looked at her, pleasantly surprised at her words. “Aside from the fighting. If there was one thing you should change, it would be that.” she smiled at him.

He laughed a bit looking down at the floor. When he turned back to her, she was inches from his face. He silently cursed at himself for not admitting this to her sooner. It seemed to be going a lot more smoothly than he had originally anticipated. He gazed at her, admiring her features, until his eyes dropped to her lips. He didn’t realize exactly how close she was until he looked at them. His instinct pulled him towards them, wanting to place his own lips on hers. He slowly began to lean in, until she began to speak again.

“But, how about you take me on a date first. We’ll see how it goes from there.” She said playfully, pulling away, much to his dismay.

She stood up from the bed and turned to walk away until he grabbed her hand. He didn’t want her to go. “Hey,” he said. But she wriggled out of his grasp and walked to the door. “Where are you going?”

She leaned against the door frame and smiled back at him. “Breakfast date?”

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slurrmp · 4 years

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playdate - 13th doctor x reader x dhawan!master.

i don’t know what this is, i’ve forgotten how to format and it will probably be ooc, but anyway - enjoy this .... i thought of it in the shower. [ part one ???? maybe if you’re lucky - could also be the prequel to THIS fic ]

i don't want to play no games i'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you.

You had wanted some downtime, just a few hours to yourself in your bedroom, away from everyone. Take a shower, have a bath, sleep for more than an hour at a time. You also needed to dehair after the weeks of being on the run, captured and then on the run again from a rather vicious race. If you never saw a Wraith again, it would be too soon. Even your bruises had memories.

The bathroom was foggy and you had been enjoying a nice hot shower. Key word there was had. Shaving your legs had actually been satisfying after the couple of weeks you’d had, but the turbulence wasn’t. At a rather nasty bump into the tiled wall, a hiss escaped between your clenched teeth, as the razor nicked your skin. “Ow, son of bitch,” you mumbled. Waiting a couple of seconds to see if it was the Doctor landing the TARDIS - when nothing happened, you continued on. That was until about three minutes later another bump caused you to fall into the opposite wall, nicking yourself again. “What the hell is going on?” You heaved out a sigh and shut the shower off, hoping out and wrapping the fluffy towel around your body - barely noticing the pain in your leg.

The TARDIS must have realised how annoyed you were because she didn’t mess with you on the way to the console room - in fact she created a direct route and didn’t even complain when you dripped water on the floor from your wet hair. Barging into the room with an annoyed sigh on your lips. “Listen, Doc - are you sure the TARDIS has inertial dampeners? Because I’ve been trying to shave my legs for the last twenty minutes and so far I’ve cut myself twice and only have one leg shaved.” You had no idea how you could have not noticed him, his presence was absolutely suffocating. Plus that stupid purple suit was rather eye catching.

“I think I have an app for that...” His voice caused your eyes to snap upwards and freeze in your spot, half up the step. Mouth agape, you almost forgot that you were literally wearing nothing but a towel and were still soaking wet.

“Oh God!” Your hands tightened against the towel and pulled it even more around your chest, it suddenly seemed so incredibly short at the moment. The Master was leaning against the console and the Doctor was holding the stance you knew oh so well (she didn’t like him being here) her face unreadable.

“Not God, love - Master.”

i don't give a fuck about you anyways whoever said i gave a shit 'bout you?

“Ah, ah ... what ... what?” Your voice rose in pitch as you stumbled over your words. Eyes snapped to the Doctor, before you rushed over to her, still leaving a trail of water. You could feel the Master’s eyes basically burn a hole in your body and you suddenly wished that you had gotten dressed. The Doctor was a little preoccupied to even notice your lack of attire, she must be rather desperate if she allowed the Master to be onboard. “What’s he doing here?” you whispered in a harsh tone.

“I’ve been recruited...” He spoke up - causing you to turn slightly in his direction. You noticed the shit eating grin crossing his face. You wanted to flip him off, but you knew that wouldn’t help the situation, so all you did was scrunch up your face and turn to look back at the blonde.

“No, really - seriously ... what’s he doing here?”

“We need his help.” The Doctor finally spoke up and the loudest laugh escaped your lips. But the longer you stared at the Doctor, before you turned to look back at the Master, you couldn’t help but feel the coldness that always comes when the Master’s near, settle in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit...” A giddy laugh sounded over your shoulder and you felt as the Master slithered up next to you.

“Oh come on ...” Your name slipped from his lips a little too easily. “This is going to be fun!” A manic smile this time. “Without me, people are going to die...” An arm slipped across your bare shoulders and you tried your best to keep the shiver to yourself. But the Doctor had her hazel eyes trained on that arm as soon as it moved.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Master.” The Doctor finally snapped out of her trance. Her own eyes holding a sort of manic expression and it wasn’t glee. “Once you’ve done your part, I’ll be dropping you back off to your own TARDIS.” Her hand suddenly shot forward and grabbed onto your forearm - forcing you to grab a hold of the towel in one hand, a soft whine escaped your lips as you were pulled away from the Master’s rather warm presences and the fact that you almost lost the towel. “And you’ll leave us alone.” Suddenly your vision was filled with dark blue - the Doctor’s sweater. You realised that the Time Lord had put herself between you and the Master.

“Oh Doctor - if that keeps you sleeping soundly at night...” Peeking around the Doctor’s shoulder, you noticed the Master’s smile had wiped from his face and his eyes seemed even darker - not happy that you were pulled away from him. Oh boy. “Just know that my part is a lot bigger than you think.” You could basically feel the scoff as it left the Doctor.

You snapped back to reality when you heard your name, suddenly realising that the Doctor had now turned her back on the Master and was looking down at you. “Go wake up the others...” She said, hands coming to rest on your arms. “Let them know that they’ll need to be ready.”

“But -” You started, frowning as your eyes caught the Master’s once more.

“Just ... wake up the others ... and get dressed.” Then she was gone from in front of you and was then pulling the Master (by the arm) away from the console room and you. He was not too impressed by being man handled - whining about the fact that he knew where to go. They disappeared into the corridor and a sigh escaped your lips, before you laughed.

“Oh my god....” This was going to be a long day. You still need to shave your other leg.

#13th doctor x reader #the master x reader #dhawan!master x reader #the doctor x reader #doctor who #dw #thirteenth doctor x reader #thirteen x reader #* & SPYRO WRITES.#this ... w h a t is this.#most likely a prequel to the undercover fic.#but w h o knows.#i haven't written in like three months s O.#have this.#if you see this - please reblog as well.#help with more exposure.

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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The Kind Of Cold (Jankie) - Juno

Just a quick one shot again based off a tumblr prompt. This one has a CW for references to homophobia, but there are no slurs. I hope you enjoy.

Summary: Jan and Jackie look for an escape from each of their office parties.

The only reason Jackie noticed her, the woman propping up the bar, was the cocktail dress she wore. Not the magnetic stare, not the coy smile, not even the song in Jackie’s ear that seemed to make her dancing slow down. It was the cocktail dress, in a sea of club wear, like what Jackie wore too. It was something they both had in common, something strange and otherworldly, something that told one another that they didn’t quite belong here.

They’d locked eyes like they were reenacting a bad romcom and as they came nearer, drawn by some strange force, the sound of the music faded away, and a path seemed to form in front of them both. Truthfully though, when Jackie had felt her chest flutter at the steady gaze, she didn’t care about anything else but finding out more about this woman.

“I’m Jan,” Jackie heard her say.

“Hi Jan. I’m. Jackie.”

“Jackie.” Jan rolled the name on her tongue as if testing it, the sound of it sending a shiver down the back of Jackie’s head, down her spine, down to her toes. “Jackie. Want to dance?”

“Sure.”

But Jackie could barely hear the music she was meant to dance to. Jan was intriguing, and Jackie wanted to know more. She followed her, vodka soda in hand, to a clearer spot away from the bar, away from the crowd of people, a tiny pocket of privacy.

“You look gorgeous.” The sincerity and slight awe in Jan’s voice was coupled with a faint edge of rum and maybe a little bit of rapture. The air was saccharine sweet, the scent of coconut and cinnamon and a heady perfume entwining them together.

Jackie knew she looked good. Her own office party dress flattered her slender figure. The royal blue was her colour; she refused to conform to wearing a black or red or silver dress just because it was a Christmas party and everyone else from the office would be. She smiled, hoping that most of her lipstick still remained intact too.

“Thank you. You look stunning.”

Everything about Jan was glorious. The purple shimmery dress fit her like a glove, and Jackie took in her figure now that they were close enough. Her lips were painted deep red, topped with glitter, that caught every illumination that the club passed over them. Her eyes were hazel, flecked with amber, and she searched Jackie with her gaze.

“Have you run away from your work party too?”

“Yes.”

“Too suffocating?”

Jackie couldn’t help the inhale, sniffing in a futile attempt to disguise it. Jan’s comment stung a little with its insight. She’d reached too far in now, extracted something that Jackie thought was better hidden, far better hidden than for a stranger to pluck it clean from her.

“How did you know?”

Jan answered with a bitter giggle. “Why do you think I’m here?”

They were both swaying gently, some semblance of a dance to at least blend in with the rest of the people in the club, not touching but united in their solitude.

“Let me take a wild guess. Lots of grown frat boys from Sales, trying to buy you a drink and thinking that ‘no thanks’ means that you definitely want one?” Jan muttered bitterly.

“Lots of the women in Finance telling you that you’re so pretty and asking why you don’t have a boyfriend even when you told them you don’t like men?” Jackie’s tone matched Jan’s, but they were both smiling sadly, recognising each other in their workplaces.

They were edging closer. Maybe it was subconscious, maybe it wasn’t; but Jackie felt her breathing speed up just a little, and if she listened hard enough she thought Jan’s did the same. As if Jan was enraptured in this moment too.

Inches apart, eyes still locked on each other, Jan tentatively raised her hand to Jackie’s forehead. Her touch was like electricity. Surprisingly cold, thin fingers against Jackie’s hairline, a tender touch to clear the stray hairs away from her face. It was so gentle and intimate that Jackie momentarily couldn’t speak. She opened her mouth to, but found her thoughts weren’t quite in a straight line.

“Are you nervous?”

Jan broke the silence, the static between them, with three words.

Pondering, thinking about things too much was Jackie’s forte. She could overthink every tiny thing that went wrong in her life. So much so that she couldn’t stop to take in the moments that made her life so right.

Like this one. Jan before her, stunning, calm, poised; in contrast to the gentle ghost of her fingers in Jackie’s hair, her touch feeling like too much but not enough already.

No, she wasn’t nervous. She was just overthinking.

“I … this is just not something I do very often.”

Jan said nothing, running a hand achingly slowly through Jackie’s hair. Her touch was tender, but all Jackie could think was that she wished to God she’d remembered to wash her hair more than two days ago, and that it wasn’t full of dry shampoo and hairspray to keep this elaborate shape.

She just couldn’t let herself go, let herself stop analysing it all.

“Escape isn’t always the answer.”

“No,” Jackie shook her head sadly.

“But it can be, this time, if you want.”

The words whispered hung in the sticky sweet air between them, mingling in the scent of rum and coconut, the heady perfume, the glittering lips. There was probably still music playing, but Jackie was hanging off Jan’s every syllable and didn’t hear a thing.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Jan came nearer and nearer as Jackie’s heart beat faster, until the distance between them was almost nothing. Jackie rested her forehead atop Jan’s, and it was as close as they got, until Jan’s warm body came flush with hers, her hands delicately resting on Jackie’s shoulders, Jackie taking hold of her waist in turn.

Where had this trust come from? Jan’s lips twitched into the smallest smile, their breathing falling into rhythm, a calm, content connection. Her eyes were wide, her pupils expanding, but they stayed as they were, swaying like trees in a breeze, not daring to break this hazy spell the alcohol and lights and music had wound them into.

Then someone nudged Jackie, in her back, and she turned to see who.

The sound of laughter, some guys running away from them, high-fiving as if they had achieved something. A few derogatory words burst their bubble.

The world flooding back in, the world both of them were just trying to momentarily forget.

Jackie felt her hands ball into fists in rage, but Jan had blanched, her hands shaking a little.

“Jan?”

“Let’s just get out of here,” Jan muttered, her face suddenly glassy, flat. She turned tail and marched for the door, and Jackie put down her half-empty glass and tore after her, grabbing her coat from the cloakroom.

Jan threaded a hand into Jackie’s, leading her into the New York night. It was almost midnight, the sky clear and twinkling with stars, but the bitter December air turning both their air to steam the moment it left their lungs. The dark sky was cold and unforgiving, but Jan’s hand in hers was warm and inviting.

“Assholes,” Jackie spat, as soon as they were far enough away.

“Why did I think that was a good place to go?” Jan muttered.

“What made you choose that club, anyway? Did you want to escape?” Jackie asked her.

“No,” Jan shook her head. “I wanted to connect.”

“To connect?” Jackie frowned.

“Yeah.” Jan cocked her head, surveying Jackie through her eyelashes, the hint of a smile on her face. “And I don’t think I’m the only one.”

They stopped in their tracks, Jackie a little perturbed by Jan’s words, and how familiar they felt. She searched her eyes again, the space between them narrowing, now alone with just the winter wind as their witness, the cold biting at their skin.

“I think you may be right,” Jackie murmured.

Jan sighed. “I like my workmates, but I spend forty hours a week with them, and I have almost nothing in common with most of them. And it feels so …”

“Constricting?” Jackie said quietly.

Jan nodded. “Sometimes. The Christmas party with them … I just wanted something different.”

Her soft voice was questioning, something unasked hanging in the air. Hoping she wasn’t alone in this feeling, needing validation that she wasn’t on her own. Jackie heard it, understood it in her very soul.

“It’s like being trapped,” Jackie nodded. “I mean, it isn’t, but sometimes you feel like you’re missing out.”

It was normality, security, but a quiet longing for adventure. It was life in a routine; but needing something different, something exhilarating. When Jackie had left the party tonight, maybe it was because she was tired of the same people, the same conversations, and the same assumptions about her life.

“I love finding other wanderers.” Jan winked at Jackie, before drawing her back to her body again. Jackie found herself in Jan’s embrace once more, putting a hand to Jan’s chin, to tilt it up towards her.

“I take it that means me?” Jackie whispered, a little amused at the sentiment. “I never really thought of myself as one. I’m not, like, lost or anything.”

“You don’t have to be lost to want to escape!”

And she pressed her lips to Jackie’s, a shadow of a kiss, nothing more - the gentlest touch that made her hairline tingle. Jackie felt her eyes flutter closed, her lips part in anticipation, but the next moment was slow to materialise.

She opened her eyes to see that Jan‘s questioning gaze on her again, this time a little more timid than she had been earlier, a thousand questions passing behind her eyes.

Well, Jackie could answer at least one of them. She closed the distance between them again, returning the kiss. Jan’s lips tasted vaguely of spiced rum and coconut, and her perfume was such a heavenly scent that Jackie wanted to pull her even closer and lose herself in it.

When Jan broke contact, her smile was so pure and sincere that Jackie felt herself unexpectedly fill with warmth. The chill in the air was not the kind of cold you fall in love to, but the company definitely was.

It was Jan who broke the silence. “You’re wearing all my glitter now.”

“Oh.” Jackie couldn’t help but giggle. She put a finger to her lips and it came away glittery, while Jan’s lips were almost matte. Jackie shrugged. “I guess it’s the season for glitter, right?”

“I booked a room at the hotel my work party is at,” Jan shrugged. “If you want to, you can come back with me. No pressure,” she continued, shaking her head, “but maybe we can continue this out of the cold.”

Jackie’s smile was effortless. “I’d like that.”

Tags: jackie cox, jan sport, lesbian au, fluff, mild h/c, one shot, tw homophobia references, office au, jankie, juno

#rpdr fanfiction #jackie cox #jan sport #jankie #lesbian au #fluff #mild hurt/comfort #office au #juno #tw homophobia references #s12

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blufarfalle · 4 years

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Alex’s POV

The sun is setting down painting the apartment in a gentle orange tone. I get up just to grab the bowl of popcorn and crash back to the couch. The next Wynonna Earp episode plays automatically causing the theme song break through the silence.

“I told that devil to take you back” I sing as I take as much popcorn in my mouth as I can.

*DING*

My phone that is charging in the side bed table make me jump a little. Please be Kelly Please be Kelly Please. I repeat internally as I rush to it.

New Message

Kara: Karaoke night in the alien bar can you make it? Bring Kelly! :)

I felt a pinch of disappointment but I don’t let it overwhelm me so I just simply replay:

Alex: Kelly is busy but I will try.

Since Kelly left this morning I haven’t talk to her. She told me she was going to be busy trying to catch up with the new update of the VR lenses. However, I do want to see her. I don’t like being needy but I have to admit ever since she come to my life is been so difficult to stay apart. Her tenderness, her charm, the peacefulness that she emits. Her eyes.

Those big, soft, brown eyes that can take my worries away, alongside her hair, her skin…I need to see her.

I pick the again the phone and open our conversation just to feel vibrate with a sound in my hand.

She’s calling!

I answer almost immediately

“Hey I was going to text you right now!”

She laughs making me contain all the joy by just biting my lip. “Well as you said, we communicate without saying a word.”

“Yeah” I smile to myself… like an idiot in love.

“So what you were going to send?”

“No no first, how is work doing?”

Kelly let out a heavy and long sigh.

“That bad huh?” my question come out full of worry.

“Not that much I’m almost done is just so tiring I need a break.”

“Aww baby. Well lucky for you, Kara invited us to Karaoke in the alien bar. Do you want to come? That’s actually what I was going to text about.”

“That sound Fun! But I need a shower.”

”Me too”

“Let me guess you still wearing the gray shirt and the navy blue shorts” Kelly chuckles.

“Is my first Sunday free in a while don’t judge me like that.” We laugh. “I was trying to catch up with Wynonna and you were right” I continue “I do kinda look like Nicole Haught with the new hair.”

“See!” she exclaims very enthusiastic “I will buy you a Stetson!”

“NO!” I almost scream.

“Yes!”

“Kelly!”

“Alex!” She says with the same authority voice. I don’t have anything other than laugh with her.

“Speaking of hats” I continue after the laugh finish “What if I pick you up in my bike so you can try the helmet?”

“Oh… uhm… I don’t know!”

I chuckle a little “Are you scare?”

“I’m not scare! I’m just… uhm” She is short of words.

“Come on! it will be fun! I will go slow!” There’s a silence and I know she’s almost convinced.“You agree to be my riding partner! And if you don’t like it we don’t have to try it ever again!”

“Ugh! Using my words against me! Huh?”

“Yep!”

“Okay fine but be gentle!”

“Yes baby!” I say a little too proud.

“Well let me shower then and you should too! From here I can smell you UGH! So bad!” She jokes.

“Ha ha so funny”

“I been told I can be.”

“Anyway, yes I do need a shower see you in forty minutes?” I try to bring some seriousness to the conversation.

“Yes. Let me know when you’re on your way.”

“Okay bye” I say with those three words about to leave my mouth but I swallow them. It’s too much too soon and I don’t want to scare her away.

“Okay bye!” She says before hanging up.

It takes me a while to snap out my favorite daydream, Kelly.

After plug the helmet to charge I rush to the bathroom and after the shower, drying my hair that I realize one of the perks of having short hair is that I don’t need to spend too much time on it. It doesn’t take too long for me being in a black hoodie, dark jeans and some high sneakers.

A couple of minutes later I wait for the bike to warm up underneath me while I holding the helmet in my hands.

“Kelly” her name escape my lips.

She had lost so much and had to suffer in silence. I can’t imagine how would I react if something like that ever happened to me. Just the thought of not seeing her again make my eyes blurry, my heart break.

I need to be careful. I know I can be pretty reckless, especially when driving the bike but I can’t make Kelly pass for all that pain again. I won’t let myself do it. Is not just me living a numb life anymore. I have a girl. A woman that feels just like home. And staying safe is what will assure I will see her again. I strap the helmet and lead my way out.

Stopping for the green lights and keeping a legal speed I finally arrive around 30 minutes or so. I open the helmet up and I see her, standing in the sidewalk wearing a purple sweater with a denim jacket and dark jeans. Brown boots too.

“Hey sexy” she says before bounce her helmet in her hands.

“Hey beautiful”

Kelly’s POV

“Are you ready?” Alex ask with enthusiastic eyes.

“Uhm… sure”

“It will be fun! Here let me help you” She reach for my hand pulling me close. I put the helmet on and she lock the strap. The helmet is not heavy but I take a little to get use to feeling trap and let go of the claustrophobic sensation.

“Aww you look so cute and kinda badass. Oh! I need to take a photo!”

“Really?” I protest.

“Yes! Keep still!”

I foolishly smile without realize the helmet was covering my mouth so instead I just put my thumbs ups. Alex lay a little back to take a better view.

“Adorable!”

“Yeah yeah can we go now?” I ask trying to hide the nerves.

“Well somebody is edgy” she mocks before chuckle. “We need to pair our helmets first.”

Alex lay forward to press the buttons behind my helmet. I can’t help to got lost in her hazel eyes. She found my glaze and I notice her eyes go little as she smiles.

“Can you hear me?” her voice sound softly from inside the helmet.

“Yes. Can you hear me?” I ask a little too astonished.

“Yes! Now our helmets are connected. If you want me to stop or anything you can tell me and I will.” An electricity rush through my hands when I sense hers on mine. “Don’t worry I will be careful!”

I take a deep breath while I feel my nerves calming down. I trust her. I know she won’t do anything that could hurt me. Since I told her my worries and fears she have been no more than just understanding, gentle, assuring me she’s not going anywhere. That’s why I agree to go with her in the bike. She’s trying for me the least I could do is try for her.

“Pop in!” Alex helps me sit behind her. It takes me a while to get used to it. The sit is a bit elevated than hers so I have to laying forward to hold on to her. I pass my hands while feeling the softness of her hoodie over her abs. If I wasn’t so scare, I may say this is kinda sexy.

“You okay?” she asks.

“Yeah I’m just trying to get used to it”

“Okay let me know when you’re ready”

I adjust the feet in the pegs and take a deep breath as she continues “You know we can hear some music if you like.”

“Nonono! I just want to hear you and I need to focus.” I replied. “Okay I’m ready.”

Is not bad or so Alex doesn’t make it seems like it. She was being more than careful. Stopping slowly in the lights, telling me when she’s about to make a curve and the speed well, it has been a little too slow I been meaning to tell that she can go faster but-

“You okay? Do you want me to go slower?” she interrupts my thoughts.

“No baby is okay. I actually was thinking… can you go a little faster?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

“Okay but let me know if it’s too much!”

She speeds up just enough to make me hold on to her tighter. Now I can feel her breathing increase a little. Thanks to the noise cancelling I can sense her pulse too. Who would have thought I could feel so peaceful riding a motorcycle? Being honest is not the bike that make me feel like home, is Alex.

I close my eyes and let my mind run. I can get used to Sunday evenings like this. Maybe Alex can teach me and we can go cruising together with our kids.

Our kids! The thought made my eyes pop open. I know she wants kids and so do I. I just never thought of it, not fully.

“You okay back there?”

“Mhm!” is the only response I can think about as I go back to that sweet thought.

I’m not sure how long it took until we were parking. Alex helps me get out so she can do the same.

“That was fun!” I admit as I fix my hair after taking the helmet off.

“Really? You like it?” Alex seems to doubt it.

“I must confess I was terrified but you made it seems so smooth and fun… I loved it!” I move a little closer. Holding her by her hips locking my fingers behind her back. “Actually I was thinking if you could teach me?” She raises her eyebrows and the way her face lighted up with happiness is by far one of the most adorable things I had ever seen.

“Absolutely!”

“What about now?” I ask trying my sweet voice while keeping her close. She chuckles and take a step back. “Of courses baby!”

I pass my leg over to sit down which make an expression on Alex face that seems like she enjoyed it more than it should.

“What now?” I try to hide the laugh with my seductive voice.

“Well now you turn it on” she plays back too, taking a step forward and making emphasis in those two last words. With the same line of seduction, I ask “How?” causing us to burst in laughter.

“Turn over the key and press this button” she points out the back circle in the right side of the handle bar.

“What’s that?”

“Okay yes I should give you a small tutorial”

“You think?” I mock.

She points at my foot “Here on the left side is the gear lever and the peg. It goes down to lower the shifts, middle is neutral and up to lever up.” She leans over the gas tank to continue “In the right side is the foot break, that’s for the back wheel. You just push it down. Over here-“ She place herself in front of the motorcycle “-in the right side is the front break, is the one I use the most. The kill switch and the started. And when you move this, is the gas. In the left side is the clutch, the signal lights and the honk.”

“Wow you are so hot right now!” I confess startled by her. She gives me a smile and looked down to hide the blush. “Well not as hot as you sitting in the bike” she admits

“Oh I notices!” I laugh. I take a deep breath. “Okay! I think I got it!”

“Is okay I won’t let you fall. I’m here”

I know she means from the bike but those words make my heart glow. I look away trying to hide the feeling.

“So-“ I composed myself “I put it on neutral like any other-“

“Yes!” she’s seems more excited than me. “turn on the key. Then switch the kill switch and then press the starter” she says as I’m doing it.

The bike purrs and it feels quite powerful. I hit the gas a few times. “Okay calm down tiger” Alex says chuckling “Now take the stand off. Don’t worry I’m holding you” The bike feels more lose causing a sensation of flying. “Don’t be scare I’m here. Now hold the clutch and lever up the shift just once.”

The bike moves forward and my heart pouts harder. But Alex hand is in the handle bar and the other in my lower back making me feel more safe. I’m temp to give a little more gas so I go for it but I stumble losing balance and falling a little over Alex. However, she promises me I would not fall and I didn’t.

“I got you. I got you baby!” she says calmly as I place my hand on her left shoulder making it more easy to keep balance. “Are you okay?”

“Yes!” I say laughing uncontrollably. “Yes I’m okay. I just never thought I could be so happy. You make me so happy!”

She smiles “You make me happy too!”

We keep staring at each other for a few seconds and I can feel those three words dancing in the back of my head. It takes all my strength to hold them back, is too much too soon and I don’t want to screw this up.

I notice her glaze change to my lips and that’s my green light to press mines to hers but she gives a little grunt.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“The bike is a little heavy.”

“Oh God! Baby I’m sorry!” I apologize as I get of the motorcycle and help her stand it up.

“Is okay no worry.”

She passes her left arm around my shoulders when she’s done parking the bike.

“Thanks for the ride and the lesson” I say softly before giving a quick kissing in her cheek.

“No, thanks to you for being a wonderful girlfriend and a perfect riding partner.”

She winks at me making clear the inner joke. I burst into laugh as we make our way into the bar.

#dansen #dansen fanfic #dansen thirst squad #alex x kelly #alex danvers #kelly olsen

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softestvirgil · 5 years

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Let The Flames Begin

Chapter One

Prologue

Summary: Virgil gets settled into his new home, but somebody takes issue with his arrival

Word Count: 2879

Genre: Alternate Universe

Rating: PG

Pairing: Side Logicality

Warnings: Death mentions, Cursing, Bullying, Physical assault, Mention of injuries

Let me know if there’s any more I should add!

After the fire, instead of trying to place Virgil in a foster home, since he was nearly seventeen the state decided to allow him to stay with an old friend of his Father’s who had reached out instead.

As he drove to his new home, which was quite a ways away from where he used to live, he looked out the car window gloomily as he listened to his music, watching the rain pour down from the grey sky. It was all very angsty, but he was mourning and was therefore entitled to his angst.

Once he had arrived, he walked up the steps slowly, with his suitcase in tow.

He had met them before, and it was brief but pleasant enough. The man, Mr. Prince, was the mayor of their small town and he intended to run again, so Virgil assumed he needed some good publicity. As for his wife, she seemed a bit on the kooky side, but for the most part pretty normal.

Virgil opened the door, and as he did so he was greeted by an angry teen running up the stairs and slamming his door. Nice to meet you too.

Mr. Prince then came to the entrance way of the large, suburban mansion.

“Welcome, Virgil,” He said, politely with his thick British accent.

“Thanks…” Virgil said awkwardly, his hoodie and his purple hair covering most of his face.

Mr. Prince chuckled dryly. “We are so glad to have you, and we hope that you like it here. My wife, Denise, set up a room for you upstairs. It is next to my son, Roman's room,” Roman seems like a prick. “Since you guys are the same age, we hope that you two will get along and maybe even become good friends like your Father and I used to be,”

Virgil scratched the back of his head. “Sure…”

“Denise will show you around, I have business to attend to,” Mr. Prince said. “Denise! Come show Virgil around!”

Then the sound of high heels clicking on tile was heard as Mrs. Prince ran down the staircase.

“Well, hello Virgil! Welcome home!” She said and gave him an unconsenting, but nonetheless very warm hug.

As she pulled away she smiled at him softly. “We are very glad to have you, allow me to show you around the place!”

She then guided him around their large home, showing him the first floor, then the second.

The house had four bathrooms, six bedrooms, two living rooms, a large kitchen, and several other small rooms. Once she was finished she showed him to his room.

The room was fairly large with plain walls, two windows, and a queen-sized bed as well as a dresser and nightstand, but other than that it was empty.

“You should get settled! Let me know if you need anything alright?” Denise said and left with a grin. She was much too perky and he suspected she was under the influence, but he would keep that to himself.

As he entered the room, he sat down on the bed, feeling the plain grey comforter underneath him. He laid down and looked up at the ceiling. This was his life now. He was just shy of seventeen so he had a year until he was out of here, but he was just glad to have a steady roof over his head.

Virgil shut his eyes and as he did so he left himself drift of to sleep, only to be woken up to the sound of an electric guitar.

The noise startled him out of bed and it felt as if it had shaken the walls. It continued and seemed to be getting louder. The noise sounded like it was coming from the next room over so he decided to investigate.

He peered out of his door quietly, trying not to be suspicious. He then stepped out into the hallway and moved to where the sound was. It was the room beside his, Roman's room.

The door was open so he slowly moved toward it and looked in to see Roman strumming heavily on his guitar. Virgil could only see his back, but he looked tense, angry, almost.

The music sounded angry too, and then he began to sing along with it. His voice sounded nothing like the type that should be singing rock music, but rather grand ballads.

Once he was done singing crying could be heard coming from the boy's direction. Roman felt eyes on him and he turned to be greeted by soft hazel ones hidden under a purple hue.

“Oh… it's you,” Roman groaned, with tears still staining his face and animosity in his tone.

Virgil awkwardly looked around. “You… sing really well…”

Roman sighed, drying his tears with his sleeve. “Well of course I do, I have been singing since I was small. What do you want?”

“It was just, loud, so I uh… came to see what was up…” Virgil explained, not once making eye contact.

Roman smiled mockingly. “Well here's some advice, Virgil. Next time, don't, ”

Then he proceeded to push Virgil out the door, and he landed on his ass.

“Fuck,” Virgil muttered under his breath, staring at the door as if it was what had just assaulted him. So much for a warm welcome, huh?

The next day was Virgil's first day at his new school, and he was anxious, as usual. So anxious in fact, that he set several alarms and woke up before any of them even rang.

Once he was awake, he got out of bed, grabbed a black shirt and his lucky hoodie out of his suitcase before putting them on. He then put on some socks and pulled his hood over his head. Looking into the mirror, he decided to put on his usual dark under-eye makeup. He wore it not only to cover his eye bags from not sleeping properly but to intimidate people into leaving him alone.

After he was done he looked at himself and sighed. None of his burns were visible except the small one on his right cheek, and he hid that quite well with his long bangs and makeup anyway. It wasn't great, but it was something.

Virgil was finally finished getting ready, and he ran down the staircase softly, as to not cause a commotion.

When he reached the entrance way, he saw Roman sitting at the kitchen island eating breakfast. His stomach rumbled at the idea of food, but he was too scared to eat so he decided against it. He grabbed his high tops and put them on before exiting the house. He knew where the school was from here because he had been shown around the area a few times to get comfortable.

As he walked the wind began to pick up and it blew his hoodie off his head with a large gust. He shivered as a bite of cold hit him. The air felt like knives and Virgil knew the school wasn't far, but he would have sworn to you that it took days to get there.

Once he finally reached the small high school, he noticed that the area around the school was populated by a large number of teens. They were just hanging about, talking, smoking. He felt awkward so he walked in rather than talking to anyone.

What room was his first class in? He could not for the life of him remember. He had been given a sheet with all of that information, but it got lost. He knew it was homeroom, but where that was, was a mystery to him.

He then saw a guy leaning against a locker, reading. The guy had on black classes and wore what looked to be a sweater vest. Virgil didn't like to feed into stereotypes but this person seemed to at least know where he was, which was more than he could say for himself.

So, he bravely walked over to him. “Excuse me? Uh, it says my first class is homeroom but I am not sure where that is…”

The guy sighed. “I will show you. That just so happens to be my first class as well. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Logan,” Logan then held his hand out for the anxious one to shake.

Virgil looked at him hesitantly before shaking his hand. “I'm Virgil,”

Logan grimaced at Virgil's handshaking skills. “Well, Virgil, I do not want to be late so we should be going,”

The pair then began walking toward the classroom and many other students seemed to be headed in that direction as well. Then Logan got tackled from behind by someone. Virgil was confused but put up a defensive stance in case.

The person, a guy with a blue button-up shirt, similar glasses to Logan's and a grey sweater, who tackled Logan, began placing soft kisses all over his face.

Logan got flustered. “Patton, you are embarrassing me in front of the new guy,”

Patton chuckled heartily. “Oops! My bad! Hi, I'm Patton! Logan's boyfriend,”

Realization dawned on Virgil. “Oh… okay, that… makes sense. I'm Virgil,”

The two then began holding hands and once they walked into the classroom, had to let go. Logan seemed unfazed but Patton looked as if he missed the contact.

Virgil noticed as he walked into the classroom, that Roman was sat at the back. He wasn’t sure why the guy was placed there but he assumed he had done something to deserve it. When Roman noticed him looking he glared and then averted his gaze away from Virgil, and out the window. He wasn’t sure if he had done something to make the guy dislike him, or if he was just an asshole. Virgil assumed it was the latter.

That class, as well as most of all the others, was uninteresting to Virgil. He felt as if the torture of school was a waste of time when he didn't even know what he wanted to do with his life yet or even who he was.

Once lunch came around, they were told that they could sit in one of the classrooms to eat or sit outside. Virgil was unsure what to do, so he just followed the only two people he knew here.

They went outside but before they did, they stopped at the vending machine just beside the doors. The school, since it was in a rather small town, had no cafeteria. So if you didn't bring lunch, stale vending machine food was your only option.

After the other two had chosen a few things, Virgil looked at the machine. There was many different kinds of chips and cookies as well as candy and chocolate, so he got several different items since he couldn't choose just a couple. He got the first few things but the last one, a Snickers bar, got stuck in the coils.

“No,” He muttered frustratedly.

The couple had been talking amongst themselves, off in their own little world, so they didn’t notice his issue.

Virgil began shaking the machine to try and get the candy loose, but it wouldn't budge.

Then Virgil got shoved away. “Step aside,”

It was Roman. Of course.

Roman then shook the machine so hard that several candies fell out of it, and the noise startled the star crossed lovers away from each other for a moment.

He then picked up the bar, handed it to Virgil and walked outside.

The pale boy quirked a brow in confusion. “Um… thanks?”

Patton frowned. “What's up with Roman today? He usually waits for us,”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Roman is preoccupied at the moment, remember? Someone moved in with him yesterday?”

“Oh yeah... The one that was in the fire,” Patton remembered.

“...that would be me…” Virgil announced and the two turned their gaze to him. Pity rested heavily on both their faces and an uncomfortable silence fell between them.

Logan broke the silence. “That is such a foolish oversight on my part, you're new here, of course, you would be…”

Virgil looked away. “It's whatever, let's go,

The trio walked out the door to see Roman sitting in solitude at the bench in the far corner.

Logan sighed. “I'll be back in a moment, stay here,”

With that, he walked over to where Roman was sitting, and they appeared to be arguing.

Patton frowned. “Gosh, I'm sorry, Virgil. I don't know what's gotten into him,”

“He's not usually like this?” Virgil asked.

Patton chuckled. “Roman? No, he's one of the nicest guys I know!” You must not know a lot of people, then.

Virgil stared at the two who continued to fight for a few more moments until Logan came stomping back, seething with rage.

Logan exhaled deeply and collected himself for a second. “Let's just sit without him today,”

“But Logan, he's all alone…” Patton said sadly.

“He's being ridiculous and I have no patience for it today,” Logan replied and they all sat down at the nearest table to them. There weren't a lot of benches, and on a nice day they would have all been full already, but today wasn't a nice day. It was just rainy, cold and dark.

Then after a few moments, some jock looking guys sat down with Roman.

“See? He’s fine,” Logan said to Patton, who frowned in response.

“So, it's about me, right?” Virgil asked bluntly, causing Logan to tense up in response.

“He is, well, he's jealous…” Logan divulged.

Virgil scoffed. “Jealous? Of me? What for?”

Logan sighed. “He thinks you may somehow gain his parents’ favor because he's insecure and has gotten on his father's nerves as of late,”

“That's crazy. He has nothing to be jealous of… I'm not important,” Virgil stated, taking a bite of his chips.

Then speaking was heard from behind him. “You're right, you aren't!”

Next thing Virgil knew he was in the mud.

Gasping was heard from the table but neither of the two moved a muscle. They weren’t the fighting type.

He looked up, pulling his bangs out of his eyes to try and see who pushed him, but whoever did it had begun kicking him in the ribs.

The bully sneered. “Leave Roman's friends alone! He doesn't want you near them,”

Virgil tried to fight back. “Please… stop…” He breathed sharply and groaned with each kick.

The bully laughed. “Why should I? Fire boy! You should have died in that fire!”

Virgil grunted. “Stop…”

Patton screamed. “Stop it, Nate! You're hurting him!”

“Good,” Nate said. Roman was standing off to the side now, watching the whole thing. He looked as if he felt bad, but Virgil didn't believe that for a second.

Virgil cried. “Stop... or I'll-”

“You'll what? Stop being a pussy?” Nate laughed.

Then, Virgil's eyes started glowing bright orange.

“I would stop now, if I were you,” He said blankly, seeming somehow now unphased by all the pain his small body just went through.

Nate faltered for a moment. “Why should I?” Then, with no response, he kicked again and got blasted across the yard.

When the bully stood up, he was covered in ashes and his arm had been burned.

“Ow! What the-” Then when he turned to look back, Virgil was nowhere to be seen.

Virgil ran as fast as his feet would take him, where was he going? He didn't even know. He just knew he had to get out of there. As he ran he felt all the pain he had suppressed come back, and he realized how badly he had been beaten.

Everyone knew his secret now. They knew he was a freak. An abomination.

“Virgil! Wait!” Patton yelled.

Then the pale boy turned to look behind him and saw both Logan and Patton running after him.

Virgil shouted back. “Why did you follow me?”

Logan huffed, as he was very out of breath. “We wanted to know if you were alright, or if you need medical attention. I have a motor vehicle, I can drive you to the hospital,”

Virgil turned away. “Didn't you guys see what just happened? I'm-”

“Very injured! Now come with us,” Logan pleaded.

Virgil started crying. “Why do you wanna help me?”

“We care about you, dummy!” Patton yelled.

Then, Patton started running to where Virgil was and hugged him tightly. Logan also ran over, but he wasn't much of a hugger so he settled for a comforting pat on the back.

“We-” Logan began but breathed heavily. “We should return to school if you don't wish to be taken to the emergency room,”

Virgil tensed. “I… don't like hospitals very much,”

Logan nodded. “Very well, the school nurse shall suffice then,”

“What about Roman… and Nate?” Virgil asked, anxiously looking in the direction of the school.

“Fuck Roman,” Logan said bluntly, making both of the two who were still hugging mouths gaped open.

Virgil pulled away from Patton. “But I thought he was your friend…”

“Was… is the key word there. He is acting like an asshole so he deserves to be treated like one. Plus, he has his group of slow-witted jock friends to hang out with, so he should be fine,” Logan explained and the three began walking back toward the school. Since Virgil couldn't walk super well without limping, Patton and Logan supported him on each of his sides.

Virgil genuinely smiled, for the first time in a while. “Thank you guys, we just met and I already feel more cared for by you two than I have in a long time,”

“Thank you for being so cool!” Patton cheered and began going on and on about how cool it was that Virgil threw Nate across the yard like that. Virgil didn't know if he could ever see himself that way, but he was glad someone thought so. He knew the topic of what he did would come up again at some point, he was just glad that wasn’t now.

Chapter Two

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To Keep You Safe

Title: I felt the poison fright that’s in your breath

Chapter: 3/?

Author: hopeless_romantic_spoonie

Summary: Life as the assistant to Tony Stark was busy, but boring. All of that changed when I touched something I shouldn’t have and woke up with strange new abilities. If I thought that trying to figure out my new place in life as an Avenger was tough, I had no idea what was in store for me once I ran into the frustrating God of Mischief, Loki.

Rating: E (later on)

Also on Ao3 here :)

Warnings for this chapter: Language

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“F.R.I.D.A.Y. make the light go away,” I muttered, the rising sun making an unwelcome appearance against my closed eyelids.

“Certainly, Jen.” The bright red light slowly eased as I heard the AI helpfully drawing the blinds neatly installed inside of the glass.

“Thanks, Fri.” I rolled over onto my side away from the window, snuggling deeper into the sheets as I tried in vain to fall back to sleep. After a moment, my need for the bathroom and another dose of pain meds was not to be ignored. With a frustrated sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled to the ensuite bathroom to use the facilities. My strength was marginally better than yesterday after the short sleep in the outrageously soft bed, but I knew that what would truly help me feel better would be a shower and some warm food. I hadn’t had either in far too long.

It was a struggle, but with a few short rests on the built-in seat in the extravagant shower with two heads that could realistically hold at least four people, I managed to scrub the sweat and grime off of my pale body. F.R.I.D.A.Y. let me know that it was okay to remove the bandage on my head, as it would need changing soon anyway, and carefully scrubbing my hair revealed several stitches stretching across my forehead. Upon inspection in the mirror, the injury which felt as if it encompassed my entire forehead really was only one or two inches in length. My already pale skin looked gray, with even the multitude of light brown freckles across my nose and cheeks appearing duller than normal. My hazel eyes had their luster stolen by fatigue and pain, but maybe some food would help that aspect of my corpse-like appearance. Even just a little color in my cheeks would be a welcome improvement.

In truth, my appearance shouldn’t matter. Two days ago I was attacked by some random piece of possibly alien technology. I had a concussion, my entire body felt like it had been flattened repeatedly by a tank, and the dark purple bruises scattered across my body served as visual evidence of the mysterious accident. But there wasn’t anything to be done about either, so I’d just have to suck it up. It was just so very easy to become hyper-aware of my own appearance when surrounded by superheroes who could get side gigs as supermodels.

“Jen, Pepper had some clothing purchased and placed inside the dresser for you. She also says that Tony will call for you in the infirmary once the tests they began yesterday have completed,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice stated pleasantly, filling the room as I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a plush cream towel. I grunted in acknowledgment and hobbled over to the closet. Inside were simple clothes that, from touch alone, I knew were far too expensive for my budget. Grabbing a set of underclothes along with a soft pair of black leggings, a thin white sweatshirt, and a sturdy looking pair of black ankle boots, I dressed slowly. It was a painfully embarrassing process that took several minutes and two breaks, but I assured F.R.I.D.A.Y. that I didn’t need the help of Natasha or Wanda. I was injured, but I wasn’t helpless. My own soiled underclothes and Thor’s borrowed pajamas were left in the laundry basket to be washed and returned to their respective owners at a later time.

“Now for food,” I mumbled to myself, opening the door to my room cautiously. It was quite early, the clock in the hall read eight in the morning, but I also knew the various Avengers tended to rise early to get a head start on the day. Saving the world doesn't care about the snooze button. Peeking outside, I let out a breath of relief that I didn’t realize I was holding when a certain Asgardian Prince was nowhere to be found. Instead, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, and Steve were all in the kitchen either preparing or consuming their morning meals. Wanda looked up when she heard the faint whirring of the automatic door opening, smiling gently when she saw my bedraggled and damp figure standing in the doorway. The others followed her gaze and shot stunning smiles my way as well. Geez, these people needed to control their hotness so early in the morning. At least tone it down until I'd had a cup of coffee.

“Jen! Want a protein shake?” Natasha offered, holding up her glass of beige sludge in greeting. Steve seemed to be having the same. I could smell bacon frying, which Sam turned back to the stove to tend to after waving a spatula in my direction. Wanda was sleepily picking at a bowl of fruit while she scrolled through her phone. It was an abnormally normal breakfast scene for an extraordinary bunch of folks.

“No thanks, Natasha. Any more of that left, Sam?” I asked hopefully, eyeing the bacon and eggs frying up as I settled onto a stool at the bar next to Steve.

“Scrambled or fried?” Sam questioned, pulling open the nearest large refrigerator and grabbing a carton of eggs and a packet of bacon.

“Oh no, I can make-”

“Scrambled or fried?” Sam repeated, a hint of frustration edging onto his tone, countered by the easy smile he wore.

“Scrambled, please. Thanks,” I replied quietly, nodding to him with a grateful smile. I turned my attention to Steve and Natasha, who were pouring over a piece of paper between them as they finished their liquid breakfast. “Everything okay?”

Steve looked up at me, his eyes revealing a kindness that the rest of his serious face did not. He was obviously in Captain America mode, fully focused on the business in front of him.

“Yes ma’am. We have a mission to head off to in about 30 minutes. Everybody except Stark and Banner. Stark said that he needed to stay here and figure you out. I’m sure he’ll have you with him by that time, so you won’t have to worry about a thing,” he assured me, patting my arm lightly before getting up and putting his glass in the dishwasher. After that, he retreated to his room to assumedly get ready for the mission.

Natasha finished up her breakfast as well, giving my shoulder a squeeze before she jogged toward the stairs. Sam and Wanda followed suit after he put a delectable plate of bacon and eggs in front of my face with a wink and she polished off her small meal.

Alone in the kitchen, I inhaled my breakfast with the grace of a rabid dog. Three days without food was too much, and my stomach growled even as I shoveled food inside it as quickly as possible.

“Milady, you are looking well this morning!” Thor exclaimed, coming from his own bedroom to greet me with a gentle hug. His large hand went to my cheek so he could better examine my forehead with steady, calm eyes. “Did you face any more troubles since our last meeting?”

I flushed under the intensity of his stare as he checked my wounds, feeling small with his giant grip holding me steady. He meant nothing by it, that much was obvious, but it was hard not to get caught up in the positive attitude and compassion that radiated from his exuberant face.

“Nothing new to report on my end. Tony will call me sometime soon, and then-”

“Hey kid, we’re ready for you in the infirmary whenever you are. Finish up and head this way ASAP,” Tony directed, his quick instructions sounding from the many speakers dotting around the room.

“Guess duty calls, Thor. I’ll see you all when you get back from wherever the hell you’re going?” I asked, snagging my last piece of bacon from my plate as I slowly rose from the barstool. Thor’s hand had fallen from my face while Tony talked, his assessment seeming to come up satisfactory by the nod he sent my way.

“Of course, fair maiden. Until we meet again,” Thor beamed, bowing dramatically at my exit.

I bowed my head to Thor before turning with a laugh, enjoying the lightness to my steps despite the protest in my bones. It was nice to have someone to joke around with, even if that someone was a thousand-year-old god from a foreign planet.

I chewed on the last bit of bacon as I walked into the infirmary. Dr. Banner and Tony were standing behind a computer, talking quietly and pouring over whatever they saw on the screen. When Tony saw me arrive he stood up and rushed over to my side. He knew better than to offer to help me, but it didn’t stop his hovering like a concerned parent as he gestured for me to sit on the edge of an examination table. Dr. Banner offered me a smile and a nod in greeting before he went back to whatever they were working on before I strolled in.

“Awesome, you’re here. So, we haven’t exactly figured out what the box that Danvers left does or where it comes from. She’s working on trying to track its home right now. In the meantime, we have a working theory on what it did to you,” Tony explained hastily. His poor mouth couldn't keep up with his brain sometimes. He always seemed a little manic whenever he was working on something new, and I was the shiny new puzzle waiting to be solved.

“Okay... So, what’s the news? Did it do anything while it was shocking the crap out of me or am I good to go?” I asked, my eyes darting back and forth between the two men in front of me. Dr. Banner's somber expression and Tony's almost-frantic pace hinted at the former, but I could always be hopeful for the latter.

“We believe that it gave you geokinesis,” Dr. Banner stated, finally looking me in the eyes for more than a second as he turned the monitor to where I could see it.

“What?” The word was quiet from shock, half-voiced, as my brain struggled to compute what the soft-spoken genius had said. What did geokinesis even mean?

More questions died on my open lips as I watched the monitor. It was video footage of Loki and me last night. More specifically, just a looping clip of me slapping him and the houseplant flying into the wall and shattering. If I gained nothing else from this moment, I wanted a copy of me hitting him to cherish forever. The bastard deserved it and so much more.

“This is just us fighting and him doing his weird trickster bullshit to intimidate me. I don’t see anything,” I stated frankly.

“Geokinesis is the ability to control the earth with your mind. That plant wasn’t one of Loki’s tricks; I asked Reindeer Games this morning. All you, kid,” Tony replied, firm but kind.

My eyes bored the screen as I tried to find a connection between the potted plant and myself. Sure, if you thought about it that way then it could look like I was the one who did it. But all kinds of crazy stuff happened in this Compound, especially with Loki and Wanda around. Who knew if Loki was even telling the truth? He was the God of Lies, Mischief, and Trickery. When I voiced my concerns, Tony and Dr. Banner both shook their heads.

“He wasn’t lying about this, Jen. The flowers in your room wilted when you woke up in pain, and they were only hours old. I’m sure the same can be said for those in your room. We want to do some more tests, maybe run you by Wanda, and see what this means for you,” Dr. Banner said, his concise but polite tone cutting through any doubts I was about to raise.

If they were wrong, then what was the harm? A few more vials of blood and some boring hours spent in Tony’s lab. Might as well see this thing through to the end.

They explained what the next steps for me would be as Tony checked my vital signs and applied a new bandage over the stitches on my head. I was to give more blood and tissue samples for them to look over, and I would meet with Wanda to see if she could help me figure out this whole new power thing--if it existed at all. Hers was the most similar to what I could possibly do, besides Loki, and it wasn't a secret that I’d rot in Hell before I allowed him to help me with anything.

After giving Bruce, he insisted on dropping the formalities, and Tony all that they needed, I was given enough painkillers and muscle relaxers to last me for the next few days. They both said it looked like the bruising on my body and gash on my forehead was healing at an impressive rate, but it was nice to have the meds as a backup. Tony also gave me a new phone as mine had gotten fried right along with me a few days ago. All that was left was to hand over the keys to my small studio apartment so Tony could have my belongings moved, as I was going to have to live on base for the time being. If I did have weird mystical earth mojo, I needed to stay away from the general public until I had it firmly in control. And it didn’t make sense to pay inflated rent prices on a home I wouldn’t see for months at the very least.

With nothing else to do and no one to distract me, the small garden tucked away on the roof seemed like the best option to do some thinking about what I'd learned. I hadn’t breathed fresh air in days. All the information dropped on my shoulders felt like it would crush me if I didn’t get outside, even for just a moment. Thankfully it wasn’t the worst trek up there after the meds kicked in and loosened my stiff joints.

And that was where Loki found me, sitting on a bench in the tucked-away garden, going through the arduous process of setting up my new phone with all of my contacts and settings lost from my old phone. The breeze stirred my hair around my shoulders and the sun warmed my skin, but my blood ran cold when I looked up to see the smaller of the two Odinson brothers regarding me silently.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I snapped, glaring at him briefly before returning back to the settings on my phone. Was there an app to get this annoying god to leave me alone?

“You’re seeking the Witch for aid.” Loki arched his brow, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Spying on me, Loki? How did you even know about that? I didn’t know I interested you so much,” I replied with a sickly sweet smile. I tucked my phone into the pocket of my hoodie, resigned to finish this conversation before I attempted to keep working. He wasn’t going to leave me alone until he got what he wanted, so I might as well get it over with.

“I hardly have interest in a dull mortal woman such as yourself. My only concern is self-preservation, as it would be most unfortunate if you misplaced your temper and started hurling rocks everywhere like an ape,” he rolled his eyes, closing the distance between us with a few sauntering steps. He offered no explanation for his knowledge, but the God of Mischief surely had several ways to overhear things he shouldn’t.

“If you want to make sure I keep my cool, why don’t you stay the hell away from me?” I seethed, standing up to lessen the impact his tall frame had looming over mine. Every move he made was probably planned and calculated to piss me off, to create mischief. Even with this knowledge it was difficult to keep him from getting under my skin.

“Oh, that wouldn’t be any fun now, would it? Your fear is intoxicating, darling,” he said, his voice deep and rich as he leaned towards me as if drinking in my negative emotions.

It took every bit of courage in me to not shrink away from the intensity of his gaze. His piercing eyes tore right through me to my very core, where nothing but hatred and fear and pain resided for the Prince before me. I hated that he could see it in the pulse racing on my neck, the rapid heaving of my chest, and the tense muscles all along my body.

“You don’t scare me, Loki. Piss me off, oh yes, but I’m not afraid of you,” I bluffed, clenching my jaw to keep my voice from wavering. I knew exactly what he was capable of, especially to a dull mortal woman like me. I reminded myself every day with the gold necklace around my neck. He was a murderer, a villain, and no amount of good deeds would right those wrongs or change who he was at his core.

“Is that so, Jennifer? It’s foolish to attempt deceit with the God of Lies.” His piercing gaze finally left mine and looked behind me pointedly.

Not wanting to turn my back to him, but unable to stifle my curiosity, I turned my head to see what was so fascinating from the corner of my eye. “Oh. Shit,” I muttered, fully turning to take in the rocks floating several feet from the ground. That was me? As soon as my horror turned to shock, they fell back to the roof with a chorus of resounding cracks.

“That wasn’t my doing,” Loki whispered, his cool, firm chest suddenly pressing lightly against my shoulder and his lips so close to my ear I could feel his breath on my pebbled skin.

I jerked away from his touch and turned around, throwing my hands in front of me in defense. As if that would do anything to the smirking god before me. What might do damage were the stepping stones now flying in his direction. That would have been impressive, if not for my terrible aim. Instead crashes echoed around the rooftop as they smashed through the glass windows behind him.

“Next time you touch me, Loki, those rocks will go through your face,” I promised coldly, attempting to play off my knee-jerk reaction as a threat instead of a wildly inaccurate mistake.

Of course, the God of Lies didn’t buy it. There wasn’t an ounce of fear on his face as he merely bowed his head to me in parting before turning and walking away with a throaty chuckle. Even in a simple black suit, he radiated the power and ease of an Asgardian Prince. And it was infuriating.

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Uncertainties (4taro x Deb) (Gods!AU)

Sorry it’s been a couple days since the event started (I’ve been busy with college work), but here’s my entry for @lostinthe-jojos god AU event.

CWs: blood, injury, somewhat nsfw because I have no self control.

Also I realize that my name is Deborah, but Devorah seems holier idk.

Anyway, without further ado: Uncertainties (4taro x Deb) 3.4k words

When man first began to walk the earth, there were very few certainties. There were so many variables unable to be grasped by mankind. But one thing that humans remained able to expect each day was the magnificent changes in the sky. The sky would lighten in the dawn and darken in the dusk. And born from the darkness of dusk and the light of dawn, the winds and planets arose, toppling over man and establishing dominance within the stars. Eos of the dawn and Astraeus of the dusk led their children in controlling the skies. Helios god of the sun flew across the sky during the day, Selene goddess of the moon danced across the sky at night.

Such a system produced a calming presence looming over their inferiors, making man docile, making man pure. She was entirely unknown to her fellow gods in the heavens. From such purity was born its personification, Astraea. The embodiment of peace, justice, and calm. Astraea walked among the people, a goddess among the mortal, content to guard their innocence and prevent war. But Earth comes with such uncertainty, such unrest. Mankind couldn’t rely on her for much longer.

“Who is that father?”

One day, the youngest of Eos and Astraeus’ children, Mercury, glanced down at the surface of the Earth, finding Astraea sitting withing a town square, mankind taking no notice of her, walking past and through her form.

“She’s a goddess, she would have to be.”

An observation from Mars caused young Helios to take notice. The deities watched from their high place in the clouds as Astraea kept on moving, slipping past those in her way, a peaceful calm radiating from her glowing form. She was almost ghostly… her long blond hair spilled down to her back, her unfocused green eyes failing to look ahead of her.

“It looks as if she’s doesn’t know where she’s going…”

Eos muttered worriedly, clinging to her husband’s arm. Helios watched closely, his gaze fixated on her, a large weight being placed upon his shoulders. What incredible responsibility she must have. As long as she remains on Earth, mankind will not know war or injustice. Helios soon discovered her secret.

“She walks aimlessly for peace and justice are blind to bias. She was born from man’s peace and justice, so she must be blind as well. She can’t see because she must not be persuaded. She can’t allow Man to be persuaded either.” He explained solemnly. Venus huffed.

“Pity. If she’s blind she can’t see how beautiful she is.”

The planets and winds looked amongst each other, their hearts aching for their companion’s pain and handicap. The southern wind was the first to turn her gaze back to the surface, her audible gasp causing a sharp breeze to sweep over the land.

“Look there!” She exclaimed.

Born from the initial uncertainty of the universe, a young god named Pallas arose from the Earth and began to roam. Unlike Astraea, who wandered aimlessly, Pallas moved in sharp turns, direct at his targets. His blinding complexion, his sharp teeth and the bright glint of his weapons all shown brilliantly as he made quick work of mankind, his blades unmeant to cause harm, but to instill fear and hatred into their hearts.

Helios watched closely as the mental wounds Palmas attempted to give had no effect. Mercury climbed upon his father Astraeus' shoulders.

"She won't let him do anything…"

They all watched the giant glow radiating from Astraea as she walked away from the crowd, her haze filling the ears and eyes of mankind around her, leaving them docile and kind. Helios began to panic as Pallas noticed the goddess’s presence, his very opposite. In a split second, Pallas charged his blade forward, the planets and winds crying out for him to stop. Without warning, the war god plunged his blade into Astraea's chest, knocking the blind personification of good forward and leaving her bleeding. The golden hue quickly faded and without much thought given, man soon turned on himself. Violence, unlike the Earth had ever seen sprung forth as Astraea was left in the dirt, her defective eyes scattering to find anything to cling to in the eternal darkness. She collapsed forward, Eos above her clung to her husband.

"Astraeus, we must do something!" Helios scoffed at the group's inaction.

Running to his chariot, his purple robes waving in the wind, Helios was soon ready to save the fallen.

Venus called out to him. “Helios, you can’t go! Selene has already brought in the night sky!”

“Well none of you are coming to save her are you?”

For a brief moment on Earth, the Sun shown in the dark evening sky, blinding all those that saw it. Helios dropped down near Astraea, frantically looking around for Pallas, not seeing him, Deciding to not invite trouble, he soon fled with the wounded goddess in his arms. Astraea tried desperately to cling to the Earth, fearing she would never return to her home again.

• • • • • • • •

“Come Helios, you must get ready for the daybreak.”

“Just a moment!”

It had been several hours since the wounded goddess was last awake. She laid in bed, slowly healing. At first, the planets and winds took their turns watching over her. When it was finally Helios’ turn, he found himself entranced by their guest. It was a shame she had no idea what she looked like. How badly Helios wished for her to see her own beautiful blonde waves, her vacant hazel eyes, her porcelain complexion, and delicate form. She seemed so… peaceful, in stark comparison to the Earth after her disappearance. On the surface, Pallas reigned, allowing humans to weed themselves out of the planet’s ecosystem.

“Helios! You must begin your flight this instant! Selene has returned!”

But the young titan barely heard the other’s words. He felt his heart soar as he stared down at her resting body. Such purity was rarely seen in their world. But still, it was his job to uphold his share of the world. Day had to follow after night. As he stood up from the bed, Helios felt a gentle hand grip unto his wrist.

“You’re going back to Earth aren’t you?”

He turned around, shocked at Astraea’s sudden awakening. He was sure she had been asleep only a moment ago.

“Yes, I’ll send someone to come and watch over you. Don’t worry.”

“I want to come with you Helios.”

He eyed her curiously. “How do you know my given name?”

“I’ve always known it. That’s what the humans call you, Helios, god of the sun. I always knew you were this beautiful as well.”

The god’s breath quickened. “But you can’t see me…”

“I don’t need to. I could picture you every day as you rode across the sky to bring in the dawn. I feel the warm rays of the sun on my skin and I can picture the golden chariot that you wield, as well as the golden tone of your skin. I feel the ways the sunflowers grow upwards in your direction and I picture you’re a god of tall stature. I feel the way you enrich the soil with your power and know that you have deep black hair. You reflect off the water so I know you have these deep blue eyes as well. And to hear your voice for the first time, it sounds exactly like the booming rush of energy and emotion that mankind experiences every day with the rising of the sun. Please, tell me your real name, not your given one.”

Helios listened to her intently, watching as she fidgeted with her fragile hands as if trying to feel what she used to feel when still on Earth. He turned back to her.

“It’s Jotaro…”

“Please take me back Jotaro. The people need me.”

Helios leaned in, his eyes steeling as he considered his options. He wanted so badly to do the right thing, to have her return to her place so that she may bring life where Pallas had brought death. But life has so many uncertainties, so many variables. The only reason that she wished to remain on Earth was that she didn’t have anything else. If she could only see herself as he saw her, she would stay with her kind. She should stay with him, the young god who’s quickly fallen in love with her.

“Helios you must go now!”

He was warned a third time, by the other gods. Night’s effects were soon fading. Jotaro nudged his wrist out of Astraea’s grip running quickly at the room. The blind goddess felt around for calling out.

“Jotaro wait! You don’t know my real name, only my given one!”

Helios turned around, looking at her with a softness uncharacteristic of his kind.

“Yes? What is it?”

“It’s Devorah. Named after a prophetic judge from the East.”

“Well… I’ll be back shortly Devorah. I’ll see you at nightfall.”

As Helios raced across the sky that day to bring in the dawn that Eos had left behind, he saw the horrors of the Earth before him. Mankind had lost his justice, its members killing one another in conquest and bigotry. Touching down to the ground, he walked around before spotting Pallas. Quickly concealing himself, he stared blazingly at the war god. His wine-colored robe looked as it had been stained heavily in the blood of his victims. His blond hair was nothing like Devorah’s. Instead, it was spikey, almost white, and fell to his shoulders in messy, unkempt knots. His sharp teeth shown hanging from his mouth, the chilling bone a brilliant white. Jotaro rushed to make his escape before Pallas saw him, knowing what the other is capable of. He was much stronger than the god of the sun. Soon, nighttime fell and Helios rushed back to Devorah’s side.

Weeks would pass. It wasn’t long until Astraea was fully healed. Her simple peasant robes had been destroyed in Pallas’ attack, so Eos, along with Venus and Selene, dressed her in their finest materials. Donned in a flowing gown of serene olive and gold, Devorah only managed to capture the god of sight’s attention further.

During the night, when Jotaro was free to roam the skies without responsibility, the two of them rested together in each other’s company. Shyly, Helios would coax Astraea to identify him further. Her hands would trace over his cheekbones and jaw. Over his broad neck and through his black curls. Over his arms and legs, feeling the different definitions in his fit form. Over his chest and back, her fingers finding his cape and the platinum buttons of his robe. Once, Devorah burned her fingertips on his aureole of sunshine, the rays extending out from his head like a crown. She flinched back, the stinging pain unfamiliar to her. Jotaro quickly grasped her hands in his and kissed along the burns, Devorah feeling her cheeks heat up at the contact.

“I’m sorry Jotaro. I haven’t lived amongst gods for very long. There are still so many things I need to feel and experience.”

She whispered anxiously, her hands rushing to adjust the sleeves of her gown as they fell to reveal her soft shoulders. Helios tried his best to steady himself, his whole body ready to throw itself at hers. But he mustn’t scare her.

“...May I offer one more thing for you to experience?”

Astraea nodded slowly, blushing as Helios tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, his face inching closer to hers. The straps of her dress fell once more off her shoulders, Devorah now realizing how sensitive her skin had become under Helios’ rays. Jotaro moved in closer, his hand placing down on her leg, gently nudging the fabric closer. He leaned in the last stretch, his lips crashing upon hers. Devorah’s blinded vision scattered to make sense of what was happening. Her burnt hands came up to cradle Jotaro’s head, bringing him in closer. When they broke for air, Helios lovingly began to scale his kisses down Astraea’s graceful neck, her head turned to gaze out into the sky. The young god had become entirely lost in her. Her breath quickened, her whole body trembled from the foreign feelings the god of sight was corrupting her with. Then it suddenly dawned her. This love she was feeling… it wasn’t right. The goddess began to panic. This isn’t right. Justice is meant to wander aimlessly, without bias.

Devorah began to feel the cold of night fade away and the warmth of dawn begin, her hand reaching up to grab Jotaro’s robe tightly as he had placed a kiss right at her jaw, leaving it marked as his. His hand inched higher up her leg.

“Helios… dawn is breaking.” She breathed out.

Jotaro looked up at her, confused, his eyes still hazy from her dreamy penumbra and heady perfume. She never calls him by his given name anymore, usually only Jotaro. He stared into her vacant eyes, forgetting at that moment there was no sight behind them. He then turned to the sky, huffing a little.

“Nonsense… there’s still time until I must depart, Devorah.”

He reassured her, his lips returning to hers, lowering down to kiss her shoulders as well. Astraea shuddered before stiffening. She had lost sight of what was truly important. He would be around forever, but at this rate, Man wouldn’t be around for another year. Her hand rushed to pull her lover off of her. She flinched slightly under his touch, fighting herself to not sink into his advances.

“Jotaro you must get ready I-”

“Helios. Selene just returned from her post. Go.”

Both gods looked at the doorway to Devorah’s bedroom, seeing Eos, the elder goddess having just brought in the dawn.

“We won’t have you be late again.”

Helios stood up from Astraea's bed and combed his fingers through his black hair, straightening himself out. Devorah stayed behind, readjusting her gown. Watching him leave, the young deity's plan took its final form.

Fully healed from Pallas' wound, Astraea reached the gates to the heavens and carefully descended down, her feet touching down on Earth, her peaceful energy filling the land once more. Humans across the world dropped their weapons, a distinct calm took over. Astraea felt truly at home once more. Feeling the grass she walked on, she began to wander aimlessly as she had before. A smile came to her face, soon interrupted by a sharp blade touching her throat. Devorah gulped back, stiffening herself. Pallas leaned in to whisper into her ear.

"So you've come back? The moment you step down you immediately threaten all the hard work I've done."

Devorah clenched her fist. "Dio… you can kill me, but you won't make it out alive after that. Helios has gotten stronger, and he will surely kill you if you end my life here. Especially under the gaze of the noon sun."

Pallas considered her words, soon letting her go.

"Doesn't mean I can't harm you though!"

With a diabolical laugh, Dio swung once more, slashing Devorah's arm. Man returned to violence in that split second, then back to leave as Astraea got back on her feet. Retreating, Devorah extended back up to the sky, healing herself before the evening came and Helios returned to her. She sighed in relief as Jotaro didn't notice any sort of wound on her.

A deadly cycle ensued. While Helios was busy during the day, Astraea would travel to the Earth every day, undoing the damage that Pallas had done. Mankind became a deeply troubled species; there was no longer any black or white. They had come to appreciate the blonde goddess' efforts, lusting for her freedom from useless bloodshed, but still, every noon, Pallas would leave her with another scar and she would be forced to retreat and heal herself before Helios had to return for the night.

One such night, Deborah laid lazily in Jotaro's chest, feeling the magnificent heartbeat as he calmly slept. It was during that moment that she made her decision. Slipping on her gown, she stood from the bed, giving Helios one last kiss before descending down to the sleeping Earth.

When dawn broke that morning, Jotaro awoke to find himself alone. Looking around for his love, he found her gown gone as well. A knock came to the door.

"Helios! Selene has returned to her post! Go!"

Jotaro rushed out of bed, slipping his purple robes on. On his way out, he spotted the planets and winds conversing in the garden.

“Where’s Astraea? Have you seen her?” They all looked amongst each other.

“No I haven’t,” said Venus.

“I haven’t,” said the north wind.

“Neither have I,” said Mars.

“Not a sight of her,” said the eastern wind.

“Why do you ask?” asked Saturn.

Helios gulped down his worries and rushed to his chariot to fly over Earth. Over the past few nights, he noticed the scars dawning his lover’s body, wondering if she was returning to Earth. He feared finally that she had decided to do so. Floating over the land, Jotaro finally spotted his beloved Devorah. His eyes wept at the sight before him. Kneeling in the dirt, Astraea cradled a fallen man’s head in her hands, her blind eyes sensing no life from him. Pallas had sent out his minions to corrupt the very last people that followed her and her peaceful ways, and with all of his attacks, she had only grown weaker. But Justice must remain selfless and unbiased. How badly she wanted to escape to the skies, ignore the carnage before her. But Justice is blind and she unable to ignore her duties. Or so she thought. Devorah felt a familiar hand place down on her shoulder. She let out a heavy sigh, her tears landing on the dead man’s cheek.

“Mankind isn’t worth saving, Devorah…”

Jotaro muttered, understanding her concern, but they both knew he was right. Devorah calmly stood, a wound from Pallas’ men still visible on her arm.

“You’re right. But there’s still good in them Jotaro. I can feel it. I can’t abandon them.”

“I beg you to! Please, be selfish. You’ll end up dead if you keep coming down here.”

After deep consideration, Astraea finally nodded. Taking Helios’ hand, she stood up on his chariot, about to take off. Suddenly a hand grabbed unto hers. The goddess turned, sensing a man was holding pulling her down. Another human, a woman was pressing down with all her might to keep the chariot from leaving. A third human groveled on his knees before them, D evorah could hear his whimpering.

“Please don’t go! You must be the one bringing peace to this dark world! We beg you! Don’t leave us!”

“You’re the last one left on Earth to guard us!”

“Please… we’ll die…”

Astraea felt an incredible ache in her heart, preparing herself for her harsh words. She couldn’t help them anymore, but they could help themselves.

“You don’t need me anymore. From all this violence, you now know the true meaning of peace. Now, live through it. Bring others to your side, fight against the evil of this world. Honor me and I will never be far from you.”

Letting go of the man’s hand, Astraea and Helios rose into the sky, painting it in daylight.

And mankind honored her words. She became the model of serenity she had always been. They honored her in their lust for peace. They honored her in their humanly courts. Sculptors placed statues of the young goddess near Man’s places of legal worship, a blindfold draped over the eyes of the marble figures, a scale in hand. For Justice is truly blind. And every morning, those that recalled the day Justice flew into the sky with the god of the sun, honor her for being the last deity to see the potential in mankind. The last deity to embrace mortal life, even with all its variables and uncertainties. During the nights, Helios and Astraea would hold each other, and Helios would be her eyes until the end of time.

And Justice would wander aimlessly no longer.

Anyway time for the questions.

What type of god would your f/o be? Why?

Jotaro takes the form of Helios, god of the Sun. I figured it would be a cool reference to the fact that he’s related to hamon users.

Would they become a god one day or have they always been one?

He’s always been a god.

Which part do you play in this narrative?

I play the part of Astraea, the goddess of justice, innocence, purity and precision. The last part of the fic is inspired by this painting, as she is notably the last goddess to remain on Earth, still believing in the human race. She is also blind to hark back to those statues of Lady Justice, blindfolded near court houses.

If you and your f/o were gods would you be part of the same pantheon or different ones?

We are gods from the same pantheon, different groups. Helios is born to be a god of the sky, while Astraea is born as the personification of man’s good, born on Earth.

What type of myth would you be the protagonists of?

We are the protagonists of how mankind became a morally grey species, and why they place such an important on justice and purity in their legal systems.

#jjba #jjba writing #jjba hc #lostinthe-jojos #itzel's gods!au event #4taro x deb #someone help me come up with a name for this ship lmao

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rueitae · 5 years

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Read my whumptober collection on Ao3

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“No luck?” Lance airs dejectedly, shoulders slumped.

The iron remains firmly locked around his wrist… as well as the one on Pidge’s wrist, with the chain connecting them just as solid as when he’d checked when they woke.

Pidge huffs and pulls, tugging him towards her a couple steps. “I’d be nice if I had some tools. Doesn’t look like we’re going to find anything more high tech than a stick out here.”

A forest of purple trees with white flowers both above and at ground level cover the area as far as Lance can see. “What the quiznak is this place?” he wonders, straining his neck towards the canopy.

“I don’t know,” Pidge admits, her tone carrying a hint of early panic to it. “I have a bad feeling we haven’t seen the last of that bounty hunter, though.”

Lance gulps hard. They’d failed in their first attempt to escape their captor - the last thing Lance remembers is that wickedly evil grin before succumbing to unconsciousness. Waking up in this forest was the last thing he’d expected, though preferable to that awful dark holding cell.

But he’s so grateful that he and Pidge aren’t separated, even if its literal. He’d be in a worried panic over her well being otherwise.

“I’ve played video games like this,” Lance says with sickening feeling in his stomach. And watched movies too, where humans become the prey. “We should find some high ground, and something we can use as a weapon.”

Pidge’s eyes flicker with understanding. “What do you think he’ll do to us when he catches us?”

“That depends on how entertaining the two of you are.”

Lance yelps at the suddenness of the bounty hunter’s voice, taken off guard - as is Pidge by her cry of surprise. His foot slips on the dewy ground and the next moment the bones in his butt tingle in pain when he lands squarely on the earth, his back finding a nearby tree trunk.

No sooner than Lance opens his eyes he sees Pidge falling right into him. Their screams match as he haphazardly catches her and she joins him on the ground, head in his chest.

They are still, of course, connected by the shackles.

Static. “If that is the best the Paladins of Voltron can offer then you’ll hardly be worth the trophy I seek.”

“Then let us go, you jerk!” Pidge growls to the sky, though her free hand remains on his breastplate. It’s hard to tell where the bounty hunter’s voice is coming from when they can’t see head or tail of him (literally - he has the bushiest tail that Lance mistakenly thought was an actual dog. How wrong he’d turned out to be).

A hardened chuckle fills the air. “If you do not provide me a thrilling chase, I will hand one of you over to the Galra and kill the other. Keep me entertained and I’ll keep you both alive for myself. The stock of two chosen by Voltron Lions would make for an excellent apprentice.”

All color has drained from Pidge’s face. Lance’s own heart beats irregularly in horror, gut twisting unpleasantly. Had… had he just heard that right? He wanted their kid? A kid of himself and Pidge?

An actual honest to goodness human child? Pidge would be a mom. The mother of his kid.

He and Pidge would…

There was no need to unpack all of this right now. First thing first - ensure both of them survive.

“You’re s-sick,” Lance manages to say, though just the though has his brain absolutely fried.

“I’m thinking of my future,” the bounty hunter tells him. “I take my opportunities when I can get them.” A pause. “I am giving the two of you a twenty-four varga head start, then I land and begin the hunt. Survive for another twenty-four varga after that and I’ll change from my blaster to my stunner. Outwit me for an additional three quintants or longer and you’ll keep your lives and become my slaves.”

Lance gulps deeply. “I don’t suppose there’s any situation where you’ll just… let us go?”

The bounty hunter breaks into uproarious laughter.

“I personally hope you put up a good hunt, I look forward to the pleasure of your servitude.

“Your time begins now.”

The speaker switches to static briefly, and then silence. Otherwise, there is no indication of their start time.

Lance takes in a deep breath. There was still a good chance the rest of the team could pick up the breadcrumb trail of what happened to them. Still, they’d have to play this sick game in the meantime so the team could hope to find them alive.

The single sun is right above them and Lance decides its noon. “Okay, so at least we can tell time.”

Then it occurs to Lance that they don’t know what planet they are on, much less if it has a twenty-four varga day. He waits for Pidge to correct him… but it never comes.

She shakes in his arms, staring at the ground.

The bounty hunter’s threat must have really gotten to her.

“I’m not going to let him do anything to you,” Lance promises swiftly. “We just have to survive until the others find us. Hunk is nosy enough I bet he’ll find the antique tech store we were in and Keith will get answers.”

A deep breath. “I know,” she says curtly. “It’s not life or death I’m worried about - that’s normal.” The sarcasm laced in her tone makes Lance bite his lip. It shouldn’t be normal. “It’s… what he wants to use us for.”

“Like I said, I’m not going to let him touch you,” Lance insists.

Pidge turns to him, her gaze hard. “It’s not him I’m worried about.” She shuts her eyes tightly, as she takes shuttered breaths, almost scared to speak. “I know you’d never hurt me intentionally but…”

His brain shatters into a million pieces and firey anger rises in his belly. “It’s not coming to that,” he says. “It isn’t - we’re not - “ Lance can’t find the words to describe how he feels. He’ll do everything he can to protect her - as she would him. “He can’t make us--”

“It’s an eventuality we still have to prepare for,” Pidge interrupts, more stone faced this time. She stands clumsily, dragging him up with her. “We have to survive at least five quintants. Better find some shelter. Food and water would be nice too.”

Lance’s stomach rumbles in agreement but his mind is elsewhere as they start walking side by side. “Look, what he said is bothering me too. You’re smart and we can both act pretty good, we can fake it if it comes to that.”

Pidge stops, turning to face him on a dime, rage etched on her features. “And if he sees right through us? We’d actually have to... I don’t want to be scared of you, Lance, I love you!”

Hazel eyes widen, realizing she’s revealed the most secret of secrets. Even as stunned as he is, Lance instinctively knows this is something that he was never intended to hear.

And his first reaction is that he’s bothered by the fact he was never supposed to know.

Cat out of the bag, Pidge’s lip wobbles, and she takes in a deep breath before continuing. “Maybe someday I’d like to be married and have kids and I admit sometimes I entertain the thought that it would be with you,” she rambles quickly, refusing to look at him - until now, with bright and earnest eyes. “But you’re my friend and my teammate first - I don’t want… something like this to spoil that.”

Lance isn’t sure what to even say. He’s flustered and flattered at the same time that Pidge ponders a future in which he features prominently, as his burning cheeks inform him. He doesn’t hate the idea of Pidge’s dreams, in fact he warms up to it more with each passing tick.

He takes her shaking hand, at least to show her he doesn’t hate her or something.

He still can’t think of anything to say. So he repeats what he’s already said.

“I won’t let you get hurt,” he begins, and words finally start to come as his heart rate accelerates. “Maybe there’s a day you do become an awesome mom and maybe I’m there too, but right now? I’m not going to let that jerk get any sick satisfaction out of us. I swear, Pidge.” He squeezes her hand. “Do you trust me?”

There are tears in her eyes, but no longer is she anger, just tired looking as she squeezes his hand back. “I trust you with my life.”

“And I trust you with mine,” he continues, breaking into his stupidest grin that he knows she secretly adores. It only widens when he gets the appropriate twitch upwards from Pidge’s mouth, the beginnings of a smile. “And I know you’re going to figure out a way to get us out of here anyway so there’s no use worrying about it. Just tell me what I need to do.”

Pidge sniffs and wipes the tears from her eyes. “First we need a plan. Want to climb a tree and see what we can see?”

“Now we’re talking! I bet there’s a world record for tree climbing while stuck to another person - like a three legged race! Except… this is a three armed climb?”

Pidge bursts out laughing. It relaxes Lance to see her not as terrified. They can do this if they work together. “Too bad we’re not on Earth, they’ll never count it.”

“Then we’ll have to make a universe-wide record!” Lance says in determination. “Come on, Pidge, let’s do this.”

When they eventually make it all the way up the tree, even cuffed together, and locate an area of gently rolling hills and what looks like a stream, Lance knows they’ll make it.

He’ll make sure they do, because he decides he wants to find out if he really might be part of Pidge’s future.

#plance #whumptober2019 #no.9 #Shackled #voltron legendary defender #vld fanfic #vld pidge #vld lance #rueitae #my writing #hunted #threat of breeding #threat of death #unresolved ending #ends on hopeful note #pre relationship #ill timed confessions

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theangriestpea · 5 years

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Request by @foxsea007 / @sweetwatersnake for a blurb of Sweet Pea teaching Lav how to actually play pool. I know he wasn’t supposed to take advantage of her bad skills but he did anyway lol. I failed at that part.

At 2.2k+ words this is more of a one-shot than a blurb. Oops!

Warning: Smut, Daddy kink SP

“My dad already taught me how to play pool, Sweet Pea. I know how to play.” Lavender said as she chalked up her pool cue. Sweet Pea and Lav were the last ones there. Toni had given them the keys to lock up when they were done. He had told her that he was going to teach her how to play, that he was tired of watching her fumble around the table.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, “no offense Rhodes but your dad was as shit of a player as you are.” He said as he wracked the balls. “Maybe even a little worse.”

She scoffed at him, not believing that anyone could be worse than her. “So then what are you going to teach me exactly?”

“Technique.” Sweet Pea said, flashing her a suggestive look. She swallowed hard at him before placing the cue ball down. She simply nodded her head at him. “Assume the position. You’re breaking.”

Lavender stared at him, “but you always break…” She mumbled before getting into her usual stance. Sweet Pea walked around the table over to her and grabbed her by the hips.

“First of all, your stance is all wrong.” He said before squatting down to move her legs into place. He slowly trailed his hands up her legs, then up her sides to her arms. He adjusted her shoulders and made her lean over the table.

He leaned over her and fixed her grip on the stick. “Look, you can’t hold the end like that, it’ll mess up your shot. Hold it like this.” He expertly moved her fingers so they were in a position more similar to what pros used. “Now, keep your head down and line the shot with your chin. Okay?”

He was so close to her, his breath tickling her ear, distracting her fully from the game. She arched her back slightly so that her ass brushed against his front, causing him to grunt in response. “That’s cheating.” He said hotly.

Sweet Pea stepped away from her and Lavender just frowned in response. “Keep the stick parallel to the table, not angled. You’ll have more control that way. Accelerate gradually, don’t just slam the stick into the ball.” He went around the side of the table to watch her.

Hazel eyes glanced up at him, “keep your eye on your shot.” He chastised and she looked back down. It was just a break, it wasn’t like she was actually aiming for anything.

Using the tips he provided she slid the pool stick back against her fingers before moving it forward, accelerating slowly like he said to. The white ball barreled into the one ball, breaking the triangle so that they resin balls scattered across of the table.

Two balls went into adjacent leather pockets.

Lavender stood up, a surprised look on her face. Even when she did break, she never got balls in. This was a first.

“Keep your mouth open like that, I might just have to put something in it.” Sweet Pea teased at her, making her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

“I don’t think your pool stick will fit into my mouth.” She replied not even a moment later, trying to hide her embarrassment by countering him. It didn’t really work.

Sweet Pea looked amused, “want to find out?”

“I thought you were teaching me to play pool?” Lavender asked, leaning on the table. “Or are you afraid I’ll beat you?”

He laughed in response, knowing fully well that she could never beat him. “Want to bet?”

“What are the stakes?” She asked curiously, never having been able to back down from a bet.

“If I win, we see if my stick really can fit in your pretty little mouth.” Sweet Pea said with a smirk, his eyes darting to look at her painted lips.

She eyed him warily. It wasn’t that she was opposed to the idea. She just wasn’t sure where he wanted this to go. Had this been his plan all along? Probably. “And if I win?”

“If you win, I’ll put whenever part of you that you want into my mouth instead.” He replied, seeing it as an equal exchange.

Lavender mulled it over before shrugging, “alright but you have to still give me tips.”

“Oh, I’ll give you a tip.” Sweet Pea said as she walked over to him to get a better angle at the new position of the cue ball.

“You are extra terrible tonight, you know that?” Lavender asked, acting like she minded his not-so-subtle innuendos.

His eyes ran across her figure, “I can’t help it. You’re wearing my favorite outfit.” She looked down as if trying to see what he was seeing. It wasn’t much use, her clothes selection wasn’t that spectacular.

A purple plaid miniskirt with a button-up blouse that stretched tight in all the right places. It was a little too short and showed off bits of stomach and back when she leaned over. Instead of usual fishnets she had on black thigh high socks and her lavender converse. It was her casual play on a school girl outfit. Guess Sweet Pea had a few secret kinks up his sleeve after all.

“I guess I should have worn pigtails.” Lavender joked as she eyed the balls once more. She was right beside him now, bending over the table to carry out his pointers once more.

“Don’t aim like that.” He said, “Line the stick up with the ball, keep the tip on the table and then align the stick with the cue ball. That’s the angle you need to hit it at.”

She nodded and aimed like he said, getting another ball in. She smiled up at him, eyes glittering with pride. “You’re going to lose!” She chirped happily.

“Me? Lose? You forget that I always go easy on you, baby girl. Not tonight though. I’m ready for my prize.” Sweet Pea said, smacking her on the ass when she tried to make a shot so that she missed.

“Cheater!” Lav hissed at him as she handed him the pool stick. “That’s not fair!”

Sweet Pea just smirked at her, “now, watch how a real pro plays pool, okay?” He asked before landing in all of his balls, plus her balls, and then the eight ball. “Better get on your knees, princess.” He said proudly, putting the stick down on the table.

Lavender was staring at the table, eyes wide. She’d never seen him play like that before. Not against her. Not with so much determination. “Why don’t you always play like that?” She asked him, feeling cheated suddenly.

“It’s called hustling, Rhodes, and I’ve been in this for the long haul.” Sweet Pea replied cockily. “You agreed to the bet and you lost. Time to pay up.”

Lavender licked her lips in order to tease him as she got down on her knees in front of him. Her hands came up and she unbuckled his belt slowly, eyes connected with his the entire time. She undid his button and dragged down his zipper. “Already hard for me, Sweets?” She asked in an innocent tone, pulling his semi-hard cock out of his boxers.

“Anticipation.” Sweet Pea replied simply as he watched her. She stroked him twice to get him even harder.

“It’s not going to fit.” Lavender said. She had had sex with him before, though it had usually been drunken quickies and any foreplay had been done with their hands and not with their mouths. “It barely fits in the other way.” She commented, making his smirk grow.

“Just stroke what you can’t fit. No hard feelings if you can’t handle it, baby.” Sweet Pea said, purposefully egging her on. She shot him a frustrated look.

“I think you will have a hard feeling if I can’t, baby.” She said before teasing his sensitive tip with her tongue. She knew the only way he’d be able to fit is if she deep throated him. Even then it may not be entirely possible.

She kissed his tip before moving down to slowly run her tongue along the underbelly of his shaft, earning a small groan from him in response. Once her tongue reached his tip again she took him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat, making her gag.

No, he still didn’t fit. Lavender made a frustrated sound, even with her mouth full. Sweet Pea couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction. He moved his hips back before giving a shallow thrust into her mouth.

Lavender shot him an annoyed look before wrapping her hand around what her mouth couldn’t comfortably reach. She started to bob her head, tongue running around his length and hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked on him.

Sweet Pea put a hand on her head, fingers intertwining with her purple hair as he leaned his head back and moaned. She didn’t protest when he pulled on her tresses slightly to move her head faster.

More than a few times she took him to the back of her throat where she had to hold back a gag, breathing through her nose so she wouldn’t lose suction. Those were the times when Pea moaned the loudest.

She felt him twitch her mouth and she knew he was close. Sweet Pea suddenly ripped himself out of her grasp. He put a hand on his erect penis, stroking it to keep it hard. “Why don’t you bend over the table for me?” He asked, his voice husky with desire. As much as he loved what her mouth was doing to him, he wanted to feel her cunt too.

Lavender was more than willing to oblige, feeling an ache between her legs for him. She put her hands on the edge of the table and bent over, popping her ass out for him playfully.

Sweet Pea ran a hand along her slit teasingly, feeling the fabric of her lace underwear already wet. He reached up her skirt and tore her panties off of her, making her let out a whine when she felt them rip.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, setting it on the pool table for when he was ready for it.

He disappeared from his view and she wasn’t sure what he was doing until she felt a warm tongue on her throbbing clit. Lavender gasped loudly before moaning out helplessly as he sucked on the cluster of nerves.

His tongue traveled up to dip into her wet entrance. Lavender tried to keep herself steady as she let out another moan. His tongue teasing her by just barely going in before coming back out. “Sweet Pea…” She mumbled breathlessly, “you’re killing me.”

He only laughed, sending small vibrations through her core since his mouth was still on her. He licked her clit one last time before standing up and grabbing the condom. “Had to make sure you were ready, princess.”

“For you? Always.” Lavender purred back at him, watching him with enlarged pupils as he opened up the condom and put it on.

Sweet Pea liked that answer. He aligned himself up with the opening of her core. He put in the tip and nothing more. Lavender looked back at him again with a look of want. “Pea, please!”

“You said you wanted tips.” He joked, “I’m giving you a tip.”

“Sweet Pea!” Lavender hissed at him, “If you don’t fuck me right now then I’m never having sex with you again!” She snapped at him. His response was to fully insert himself into her, earning another loud moan.

“What was that, baby?” Sweet Pea asked, brushing her hair to the side of her neck. “I don’t think you could handle never having sex with me again.” He slid out before ramming into her. “Not when you’re so wet from just sucking on my cock.”

Lavender moaned in response to his movements. He started going at a fast pace, one hand on her hip while another pulled on her hair. She had to arch her back to accommodate the way he was pulling her head back. Her fingers wrapped around the felt edge of the pool table.

“Fuck, princess, you’re always so tight for daddy.” Sweet Pea said to her, his thrusts only getting harder. The sound of their skin slapping together bouncing off the walls of the bar.

She felt her climax building already, a bad habit she had whenever she was with Sweet Pea. He always made her come so fast, it was like it took very little effort on his part. Not only did he continue his relentless pace, but the hand that had been on her hip snaked around to rub her sensitive clitoris.

“Sweet Pea, oh god,” Lavender moaned out at his touch, coming close to the edge.

“Come for me, baby.” Sweet Pea said, “Come all over daddy’s cock like a good girl.” He rubbed her even faster so that she would reach her breaking point.

Lavender screamed out as she orgasmed hard against him, her body shaking with the waves of pleasure that flooded her body. Sweet Pea took his fingers off her clit and placed both hands on her hips so she could ride out her high.

He waited until her moans were a little softer before letting himself hit his own release, his movements staggering before stopping. He held himself up by grabbing onto the edge of the pool table. “I should teach you to play pool more often.”

Lavender was gasping for air, her body now resting against the green fabric. “Ass.” She mumbled back.

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emmielupinblack · 5 years

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Change of Plans

Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: language, being stood up, fluff.

Word Count: 1,620

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You stood just outside of the Gryffindor common room, clutching your tiny purse. Your soft, powder blue sweater bunched under your favorite tan leather jacket, making you frown. And the new ripped jeans you decided to try out weren’t nearly warm enough for the late fall evening that was slowly approaching. But, you knew you looked good. And, that was keeping you going was you waited for your very late date to arrive.

He said he would be there at quarter past four. Well, it was almost five-thirty, and he was no where to be seen.

Jackass.

Letting out a deep sigh, you turned back towards the common room, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall. This was the second time Connor O’Caine from Ravenclaw house had stood you up for a trip to Hogsmeade. The first time was for a Quidditch injury. But, you later learned that there hadn’t been a game for at least two weeks. He never gave you a better explanation but begged for another chance.

It had been a dumb move on your part. So much for having your first official date to Hogsmeade.

As you turned back towards your common room, a figure emerged from behind the painting, almost smacking straight into you. You halted, then smiled up at your friend.

“Hey, Sirius,” you greeted the handsome man. “Where’re you off to?”

Sirius furrowed his brow. “Uh, off to Hogsmeade with James and Lily. She officially agreed to go with him and James officially agreed for me to be the awkward third wheel.” Sirius beamed. “Where are you going looking so pretty? Gotta date?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Two of you had always had a flirtatious friendship. But, it never turned into anything more. Remus always insisted that Sirius was actually head-over-heels for you, but you knew better. And, honestly, you were far to afraid to ask.

You frowned, then shook your head. “No. Well, not anymore, anyway.” Sirius tilted his head, then gave you a once over.

“Y-You weren’t stood up, were you?” Sirius’ face firmed as he leaned a little closer. You lowered your head and slowly nodded.

“It’s okay. I should have known better. This happened last time too. I shouldn’t have given him a second chance.” You pursed your lips, struggling to keep the tears at bay. You knew Sirius could see them, but you couldn’t let them fall. You couldn’t let Connor win like that.

Sirius lifted your head gently, smoothing his thumb over your chin. His eyes were dark as he narrowed his gaze ever so slightly. “Y/N, who stood you up?” You stared up at him, almost terrified by the sudden anger that dripped from his words. His voice was no more than a vicious, primal growl.

“Its okay. I should have known—”

“Who?” Sirius snarled. You stepped back, but Sirius held your face firmly, cupping your jaw. He had always been protective of you. But, this seemed to really upset him. At least, more than anything you could remember recently.

“Sirius, please don’t do anything stupid.” Your voice was a little harsher this time, a little closer to Sirius’ tone. “Please. I should have known that Connor O’Caine was an ass. He has a new girl every other week.” Sirius stared at you for a moment. His jaw clicked, then he dropped his hand. His face relaxed a bit.

“Well, next time I see him, I’ll just have to remind him of what he’s missing out on.” Sirius smirked, making your stomach flip. Knowing your friend, there was a lot more hidden behind his words than he was letting on. But, there was nothing he could do right then. So, you tried to relax your mind, then took a step towards the common room.

“Have fun, Sirius,” you called to him as you passed. He spun to face you. “I’ll see you when you get back, I guess.”

“Wait, you’re staying here? Looking like that? Oh, no,” he joked. “There’s no way you’re staying in that boring common room alone looking so gorgeous.” Your face heated as you turned back to face him. “Come with me. We’ll have fun, just the two of us. I’m sure Lily would thank you.”

You narrowed your gaze a little, smirking. “Sirius Black, are you asking me to Hogsmeade?” Sirius cocked an eyebrow.

He nodded. “M’lady,” he mumbled, extending his hand. “I mean, unless you want to stay here.” You took his hand, laughing.

“I think I’d rather save Lily from a night with a third wheel.” Sirius smiled, chuckling a little as he led you down the stairs. You knew that Dorcas, Marlene, and Remus were already there, and that James and Lily probably wanted to be alone. So, it was just you and Sirius, which rarely happened. But, at least you were getting out. And, maybe this would be a perfect opportunity to see how Sirius really felt about you.

You were sure that if it had been raining, it would have snowed. The air around you nipped at the exposed skin on your face as Sirius escorted you to the sweet shop. Honeydukes was one of your favorite places on earth, but you rarely got to go so far this year. Thoughtful Remus had brought you back a few little treats from his ventures earlier in the year. But, they were mostly chocolate, which you liked. But, there was another sweet you liked even more.

Sirius held you close with his arm firmly wrapped around yours. He usually walked you to class this way, with Remus or James on the other side of you. But, this time, it was just him, and his grip as a little tighter than usual. It must have been the cold, because the moment the two of you entered the sweets shop, he let you go, free to wander the vast inventory of sugary confections.

You shot over to thousands of different gummies, zeroing in on a couple of your favorites. Seconds later, a familiar, leather-clad arm leaned gently against yours. You peered up at see Sirius’ wild curls beside you, his silver gaze fixed on the overwhelming amount of options.

“Pick whatever you want, my treat,” Sirius muttered beside you. You snapped your gaze to him, catching a smile.

“Really?” you asked, halfway between shocked and stoked.

Sirius nodded. “Of course. A sweet start to our date.” What the fuck did he just say?

“Date?” you blurted out a little too loudly. Sirius laughed.

He leaned in and pressed a gently, lingering kiss onto your cheek. “Date,” he confirmed. Then, he glided away over to the chocolates.

Once the two of you had loaded up on enough sweets to last you the rest of the year, you slowly moseyed over to The Three Broomsticks. The two of you sat a few seats from the corner, giggling about one of Sirius’ retelling of his numerous prank mishaps.

“James’ face was purple for three days! I don’t know how you don’t remember that! Never trust Peter to fix anything, especially with one of those stupid made up charms he’s always fiddling with. I think James would have rather lived with a broken nose.” Sirius shook his head as you leaned over the table. “There’s a legitimate spell for that.” The two of you laughed, leaning towards each other.

But, your laughing was cut short when a familiar pair of hazel eyes landed on you. It was Connor, and he was sitting with a Slytherin girl a year behind you. Your eyes locked on his for a moment before you turned away, leaning your cheek against Sirius’ shoulder. You felt the man beside you tense under your weight.

“Don’t,” you muttered. You knew Sirius had spotted him. “It’s okay Sirius. Just let him be. Sirius let out a deep sigh then leaned back against his chair. You lifted your head and sighed. “Please—”

Before you could prepare, Sirius’ lips were firmly on yours. His hand snaked around your neck before landing almost possessively on the back of your head. He dipped you backwards a little, supporting your weight in his firm grasp. Then, he pulled back, his hooded gaze locked on you.

“I said I’d remind him what he’s missing out on.” Sirius smirked. “And, oh, is he missing out.” Sirius leaned in again. But, this time, his approach was much more tender. His lips brushed lightly against yours, the smell of butterbeer and chocolate filling your senses before he finally captured your bottom lip. Merlin, this man could kiss. His other hand wrapped around to the small of your back as he turned you in your seat to face him more. His pace was wanting, but slow, catching you completely off guard.

When he pulled away, your lips tried to follow him. But, the just stared down at you, smiling with a mixture of satisfaction and softness on his face.

You smiled sweetly up at Sirius, then turned to Connor, who was still staring. Your heart pounded loudly in your chest as you tried to absorb what was going on.

“Y/N?” Sirius whispered, lifting his hand from the back of your head. You turned back to him.

“Yeah?” you asked softly, admiring the gorgeous gaze that was staring back at you.

“You know that wasn’t just to make him jealous, right?” You chuckled lightly, then leaned in a little.

“I sure hope not.” This time, you were the one to close the distance between you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and smiled against his lips. His hair brushed against your cheeks as he pulled you even closer, showing no signs of letting go anytime soon.

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the-cookie-of-doom · 5 years

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"You're right, I have no idea what it feels like to lose someone I love." Laura's stomach dropped at the glacial tone in Mitch's voice. His dark eyes were empty and blank, giving away nothing. She could tell by his scent that he was hurt, and it was enough to extinguish her misplaced anger. Unfortunately the accusation ignited his own.

"Mitch, I didn't mean it like that--" Laura reached for him when he got up but he pulled away from her touch.

"I know what you meant." Mitch grabbed his keys, clearly intending to leave. The predator in her wanted to chase after him, pin him down and make him listen. When had that ever worked in her favor before? At the door he paused before leaving, not looking at her when he said, "They were my pack, too." The reminder made her eyes sting, and she jolted when he shut the door behind himself with more force than necessary.

Laura rubbed at her eyes fiercely, angry at herself for crying. Angry at Mitch for leaving. Just angry, at everything and everyone. That anger was useless when there was no one to direct it at, instead turning itself inward.

"I know you're there," she said, just loud enough for John to hear where he was eavesdropping in the kitchen. He at least had the grace to look sheepish when he came out.

"Sorry."

"It's okay, I'm used to people listening in. Usually isn't intentional, though." Now, all that was left of the Hale pack was her and Derek. Laura exhaled deeply, wrapping her arms around her knees and holding them to her chest. She leaned into John when he sat beside her on the couch, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. His scent was familiar and warm, but it just made her miss her own father.

"He'll come back," John offered, rubbing her arm comfortingly.

"How do you know?" she asked morosely.

"Because otherwise I'll have to conduct a manhunt for a runaway teen, and he knows I'll ground him for life." Laura laughed wetly, managing to smile, just a little. It hurt. Like she shouldn't be allowed to smile, not now, so soon after losing everything. "It's going to be alright."

"Doesn't feel that way."

"It never does, kiddo." John pulled away just enough to look down at her. "But whatever happens, you've always got us. We're not much, but…"

"But your pack," Laura finished on a whisper. John kissed the top of her head.

"You and Derek are family. Anything you need, we're here for the both of you."

"You don't have to sleep on the floor."

"What?"

"C'mon." Stiles scooted over to try and make room for Derek on the twin-sized bed, patting the free space beside him. "I fall asleep there sometimes, it's not comfortable. You can sleep up here with me. It'll be a little squished but wolves like to cuddle, right? It'll be like a puppy pile."

Derek stared up at the eleven year old earnestly watching him. When he didn't move from his sleeping bag on the floor Stiles started to fidget with the hem of his batman-themes pajamas. Anxiety filled Derek's nostrils; he didn't know how he could smell anything past the ashes that filled his senses. He could still feel it on his skin. It didn't matter that he'd already washed it off, scrubbing his skin until it was rubbed raw, he couldn't get rid of the flaky feeling.

"Um, I'm really sorry. About what happened. Dad told me I shouldn't talk about it, but… I get it. If you want to talk about it, you can." Stiles wanted to talk about it. The Hales were like their really, really big extended family. After his mom died Talia stepped in to fill the position for him, without ever trying to replace his mom. Not that she would have ever tried; Talia knew just what Stiles had lost. Claudia was her best friend and emissary, and her loss was a blow to the entire pack.

"No," Derek finally said. His voice was scratchy and dry from disuse. Even Laura hadn't been able to get a word out of him in days.

"Okay. That's okay. Do you want to watch a movie instead? I have Star Wars, or Batman, or, um, Disney?"

"No."

"Do you want anything?"

"No."

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" Stiles sounded significantly more timid this time. It would be kinda hard to leave Derek alone since this was his bedroom, but he would try, if that's what the teen wanted. This time Derek didn't reply. Stiles decided to take it as meaning Derek didn't want to be alone. He could work with that. "I'll be right back."

Stiles got out of bed, careful not to accidentally step on Derek, and slunk his way down the hall. Dad was still downstairs by the sound of it, and there was no light coming from Mitch's room. Stiles thought he heard a car leave a little while ago so maybe it was his brother and Laura going somewhere.

Careful to be quiet as a mouse because he was supposed to be in bed asleep, Stiles snuck into Dad's room to forage around in his closet, coming up with a precious box. Inside was a quilt that had been lovingly hand stitched by Mom, kept put away most of the time to preserve it. It was only taken out in times of dire need, and Stiles figured if ever there was a time, it's now. He put the box back and stole back into his room.

"My mom made this," Stiles announced, fluffing open the blanket. "Sometimes when I really miss her, this helps it hurt less. I know it's not much, but maybe it'll help you, too." Stiles draped the quilt over Derek.

"Thank you," Derek whispered hoarsely, clutching the edge of the blanket. It still smelled like Claudia even after all these years, the memories of his mother's emissary overwhelming him. Stiles gave him a small smile and crawled back into bed.

It was almost 11:00pm when Mitch came back hours later, feeling equal parts exhausted and guilty. All the lights in the house were turned off, except for the one over the kitchen sink that Dad always left turned on. Moths bumped repeatedly into the porch light, their wings flickering against the glass. He shooed them away so that he could get inside without the swarm following him, only to be greeted with the sight of Laura curled up asleep on the couch.

He kneeled down beside her, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Laura," he whispered, trying to wake her without startling her. He'd already done that once on accident this week, and almost ended up eviscerated by her claws. When she didn't stir he plucked one of the wildflowers he'd gathered into a small bouquet - a wispy white baby's breath - and brushed it down the bridge of her nose and over her lips. The ticklish sensation had her scrunching her nose up and batting away his hand.

"Mitch?" She asked tiredly, slowly blinking open hazel eyes. The lack of alpha red was a relief.

"I'm sorry for acting like a dick earlier." He held up the small bundle of wilting flowers in front of his face to hide behind, part olive branch and part shield. "Forgive me?"

"Yeah." Laura pushed herself up on her elbow, smiling despite herself. A small and wilted thing, just like flowers, which she accepted. One of them was a dandelion tuft. She blew on it, sending the seeds into a puff, most of them landing on Mitch's hair like snow. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have said what I did."

"It's okay. I said some pretty nasty stuff when my mom…"

"Yeah…."

"Anyway," he cleared his throat, "What I mean is, I get it."

"I know." Laura looked down at the flowers, picking at the purple petals one of them until Mitch took her hand, lifting it to kiss her palm.

"What were you doing sleeping down here?"

"I was waiting for you to come back."

"You didn't have to."

"I know. I just… wanted to make sure you would." It was a silly concern. Of course he would come back, this was his home. Still, in the wake of so much pain and loss, the fear that he wouldn't didn't seem so irrational. She watched Mitch turn her wrist so that her hand was palm up, brushing his thumb along her pulse point. An intricate black tattoo marked her forearm, a perfect match to the one on his opposite arm, binding them together. Alpha and emissary. A soul-deep bond that not even their mothers had completed.

"Always," he said earnestly. Laura gave him a watery smile, pulling him in to wrap her arms around his neck and breathe him in.

Minutes later Stiles came creeping downstairs with his arms comically full of pillows. He stopped short upon finding Mitch and Laura still cuddling on the couch, his eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Mitch asked sternly.

"Um… shouldn't you?"

"That's your best defense? Really?" Stiles grinned impishly at his brother, continuing on his way to the living room so that he could drop the pillows on the other end of the couch. "What are you doing?"

"Making everything better."

"What?" Laura picked her head up off Mitch's chest, looking between the two of them in confusion. Mitch seemed to realize what Stiles was talking about, but she felt lost in the dark.

"Everyone is so sad, I wanna try and help, so I'm gonna make a blanket fort! Everyone loves blanket forts."

Mitch ran his hand through Laura's hair, tugging lightly on a dark lock. "What do you think?"

"Sure?"

"Yes!" Having been given the greenlight, Stiles went bounding back up the stairs, leaving the two teens smiling at his enthusiasm.

"I'll be right back," Mitch said. Laura got up to let Mitch out from under her, taking a quick kiss before letting him leave.

Mitch met Stiles back upstairs to strip his bed, gathering up the pillows and blankets, then going back a second time to clear out the linen closet.

"Derek won't get up," Stiles complained as he watched Laura and Mitch move furniture out of the way. "He's awake, but he's ignoring me."

"He probably just doesn't want to come down, Stiles."

"But he has to! It doesn't work unless we're all here." Seeing how distraught Stiles looked at the idea of Derek not joining them, instead staying upstairs to wallow in his misery alone, Laura chimed in.

"I'll go get him."

"Hey, cub." Derek rolled over so that his back was to his sister, pulling his quilt up higher. He didn't want to be around her right now, to feel her pain, or see the disappointment in her eyes. "Are you gonna come down?"

"No."

"Please?" Silence. "Derek, you can't cut yourself off like this. Now more than ever, we need to stick together." Laura crossed into the room, sitting on the ground beside Derek. She reached out, waiting for him to recoil. Instead he stayed perfectly still, letting her pet his hair the way Talia used to do. "I can't take care of you if you won't even speak to me."

"You don't have to take care of me," Derek mumbled.

"You're my little brother, I'm always going to take care of you," she reminded gently. Not because she was the alpha now, not because their family couldn't. Just because she was his big sister, and that was what big sisters did.

Laura could smell the salt of Derek's tears without having to see them. Slowly she coaxed Derek into rolling over, pulling his shoulder until he finally turned over. "I think Mitch and Stiles are making coco," she offered. "They might even share without the usual dog jokes."

"In that case…"

"That's the spirit. So you're coming down?" Derek hesitated before nodding. Laura smiled warmly. It was getting easier, the more she did it. "Bring the blanket."

"Derek!" Stiles cheered excitedly when he saw the werewolves coming downstairs. Derek stuck close to his sister's side warily, the quilt draped around his shoudlers. Still, Stiles took it as a good sign that he came at all, cheerfully rushing over to hang him a mug of hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream.

"Thank you," Derek said softly. Stiles beamed, feeling like he was finally doing something.

"The fort is almost done," Stiles announced. Laura went over to accept her own coco from Mitch while Stiles crawled inside the blanket fort to put on the finishing touches. Derek stood awkwardly off to the side. He felt like he didn't have a place among them, not wanting to get between Mitch and Laura and not having the same easy familiarity as Stiles did, never mind that he'd known the Stilinski's his entire life.

It was near impossible to accept their kindness when everything was his fault.

"Done!"

"Shh, you're gonna wake dad up."

"Oh, sorry. It's done," Stiles whispered yelled, sticking his head out between the blankets that served as the entrance.

Laura pushed Derek inside first, just to make sure he didn't try to escape at the last second, and he was amazed at what simple blankets and pillows had been turned into. The sheets that served as a roof diffused the light from outside, bathing the interior in a soft, warm glow. He couldn't even feel the floor beneath the many layers of thick blankets, and a rim of pillows around the edge made it feel like they were in the softest nest imaginable.

"Nice, right?" Stiles asked knowingly.

"Yeah…"

Laura and Mitch came in after Derek, the four of them piling in together. Despite the small space it didn't feel cramped at all. It felt like a den. Warm and filled with the scents of pack and family. Catching Laura's eyes across the fort, he gave his sister a grateful smile. This was way better than being left alone. She smiled back, reaching out to him, welcoming him to come sit beside her, putting her hand on his neck to scent him when he did.

On either side of them was Mitch and Stiles, the four of them huddled together under Claudia's quilt.

Stiles opened Mitch's laptop and pulled up Netflix, struggling to do it one-handed until Derek quietly took his coco so that he wouldn't spill it. "Thank you," Stiles said, patting Derek's head affectionately. Once Brother Bear was set up and playing on the laptop Stiles leaned back and got comfortable snuggled up beside Derek, Mitch and Laura mirroring them on the other side.

For the first time all week, the four of them felt just a little more at peace.

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