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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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Can u do a Tom Holland x model (tall) reader where she’s friends with law roach and zendaya and z and law roach introduces Tom and Toms friends to reader at a after party and they become friends and it’s fashion week and reader invites them and reader does multiple runways and photo shoots and Tom really likes her 🥰maybe fluff and smut

IT WAS TO FLUFFY TO ADD SMUT BABE- THANKS FOR THE ASK! REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED I HAVE TO FINISH THE ONES ALREADY ASKED!

Summary: ah, nothing like a nice life

Warnings: boob grabbing, dancing, sitting on laps and fluff! No smut!

A/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK TO LONG- NOT PROOF READ!

T.H| I’m OuTsIdE iN a AmG

You sat down on your phone, playing candy crush like the old person you are, it was an after party and you came with zendaya and law roach, you’ve been friends for a little bit but it was nice, you both got closer then you both expected. You sat there pretty in a black tuxedo, shirtless with red bottoms on, hair in a shag, a pretty one though. You lifted your leg and placed ontop of the other, it was like any other after party, boring. Zendaya and law roach singing the lyrics while others jumped around them.

“Y/n!” Zendaya said, catching your attention, you shut off your phone and put it in the side of your pants, looking up at her. “Get up I wanna introduce you to someone” “zendaya-“ “later please” she took your hand and lifted you from your seat, you took the seat with you because bitches be wanna steal shit. “So y/n, this is my friend Tom- did you really take the seat with you?” “I sure did, hello Thomas” you looked at him, curly brown hair, a little bit of gel, he wore a charming smile, he was also short. “Hi” he laughed. “Thank you-“ a stranger said, trying to take the chair, “I think the fuck not!” You yelled over the music, tugging it back. “Back Yo ass up!” You say, fake charging at the person making them flinch. “You are so mean” law rolled laughed.

“It’s not my fault she crazy” you sat the chair down and sat in it. “Well anyways, this is Harrison” zendaya said, Harrison waving with a smile. “And Harry, toms brother” he also waved. “Hi Tom and erbodyelse” you waved right back at them. “She apologizes” law said. “What did I do?” You asked, law looking at you. “Hey it’s okay, she’s funny” he laughed, you gave a innocent smile. “Well let’s party right!” Zendaya said, making everyone but you smile....until of course ice cube had to come on ‘you know how we do it’ you had no other choice, you could rap every single word of it, of any 90s song. You weren’t the type to party but you better make the best of it, zendaya handed you a beer and you took it sipping it. “I’m not letting this chair go” you said, “I’ll take it” Tom said, you stood and he took it, walking to the bartista and asking him to keep it back there and not let anyone else grab it. Once the achol got in your system there was no going back, you did what you said you could, everyone was suprised you didn’t even break a sweat, would you remember this? Of course you would! You aren’t that drunk dumbieee.

You’re the life of the party when your not so stuck up and stubborn, but it’s just your personality, you got your chair back and Tom was about tired as hell, he ended up sitting on your lap and having his back on the arm rest, having a normal conversation, you both have a lot of shared likings, basically the same person but not, your feelings are always mixed but Tom is nice to even it out.

“You think this is weird?” Tom asked, “Nah it’s good, look at her” you pointed at the girl who keeps whipping her head around to the song, leaving Thomas laughing as you silently giggled. “So your a model?” He asked and you nodded, sharing a hamburger you got from somewhere, it didn’t matter. You handed it to him and he took a bite “so like Victoria secret?” “Yeah and Rihanna, ya know fenty?” “Of course I watched it like a million times!” “Who was your favorite?” You asked him, “I mean Laura was pretty sexy” he shrugged and you laughed, “yeah she was” “but she wasn’t the best” “who was then?” “You, you danced in that tight underwear, it had to be uncomfterble” “no Rihanna makes sure it’s comfterble” “well I know you would kill it in some butterfly lingerie” he shrugged, handing the burger back to you. “Why thank you, seems like you like me showing skin huh?” “Hey I might not be sober, but I’m sober enough to not tell you my secrets” “dang it!” You laughed taking a bite out of the burger.

“I should come to your runways” he looks at you, his eyes slightly squinted. “That was just what I was thinking!” You took a bite as he laughed with his cheeks filled, you chewed away as you both just looked at each other. “So favorite movie?” “I can’t go one night without watching Spider-Man-“ “really? Thank you” he cheered, you only laughed, “you didn’t let me finish, Spider-Man into the spider verse” “that movie sucks!” “Noooo it’s miles morales! He’s fucking better then youu” “we can fight if you wanna fight” “then you wouldn’t be able to come to my shows” “ah fine”

As the time passed you both only made jokes, watching everyone else dance and point out the ones who don’t know how to. It was fun, he gave you his number and you gave yours to him, chatting and no more drinking, just eating.

“Naw I saw you both!” Law yelled as zendaya hyped it up. “Doing what! We were only talking-“ “and eating!” Zendaya added on. “That’s romance!” “Well I don’t think so, so hmph” you shrugged. “Whatever bye y/n” law exited the call and zendaya did to, it was time for your photo shoot for the week and Tom was expected to come, he didn’t come yet so you had time to get dressed.

You went shirtless with a pair of high waisted cargo pants and combat boots, your hair wet and your long nails black, there wasn’t really any makeup on your face other then a whole lot of highlighter, when you went out you found Tom. He had two water bottles in his hand, his hair wet with a black shirt and normal navy blue jeans with some black air forces, he looked around for you until he found you, giving you a smile as you holded your boobs with one hand to wave at him. He made his way over to you “hey!” He cheered. “Hey Thomas, how are you?” You asked and he shrugged, “I’m pretty full so I’m happy” “you ate without me?” “How was I supposed to know? What do you want” “loyalty” he smacked his lips at you “I got you water atleast!” “I can’t drink that right know, my stomach has to look good” you both looked at it, you basically were glowing.

“Water can’t kill you” “yes it can, that’s my que, let’s go!” You took photos in this large house, with a huge mountain next to it. Tom thought you looked beautiful with your hair out, he was to respectful to look somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. You sat next to the pool with a chair, sitting in it backwards you arched your back, Tom having a seat in the background just watching how you move and how the sun reacts to your skin, lucky you put on some sunscreen so you didn’t have to get sunburns. He sipped his water and smiled to himself, Tyler the creator played in the background and as you took your time you danced some, you were a cute dancer...you couldn’t dance but you looked nice moving!

“Tom I need your hands!” You yelled, Tom instantly came over asking you what’s wrong. “I need you to fix my hair really quick” “you and I both know I can’t do that” “then please hold these” you smile at him. “What’s?” He asked, knowing what you were saying but not so sure. “Hold my boobs dude” you took his hand with your free one. “Alright alright!” He says, coming behind you to hold your boobs. “Thank you Thomas” as you were about to grab your phone your hair stylist came up to fix your hair. “You can’t do it either” she said. You smacked your lips as Tom laughed at you, still holding your boobs with both of his hands, which they perfectly fit too.

“Alright Thomas you have to be in this photo shoot” the photographer said. “What why!” He asked, completely not ready. “It’s just a great pose” he smiled. “I don’t know if she’s okay with that!” Tom said looking at you. “I don’t mind” you shrugged, looking back at him. “Alright then I’m pretty sure we have some cargos for you!” “Right here actually!” Why do they have some men’s cargos, you like men’s clothes sometimes, your more thicker then Thomas though so that’s really confusing. You silently gasped “law!” You said to yourself. “Let me go change yeah” he said, you put your hands ontop of his, he removed his and ran to go get changed, when he came back he was dressed just like you, highlighter on his abs, everything.

“You look good” you complement. “Not as stunning as you darling” he said, ice cube now playing “alright let’s go to the mountains”

You all made your way up there, on the tip of the mountain, if you were to fall you’d die, you afraid of heights but Tom held your hand to reassure your safe, you and Tom stepped on the end, one of his arms came around your breasts, perking them up and the other came around your waist, you leaned on your left knee, tilted your head to lean on toms, the sun glistening your skin as you closed your eyes amd lips slightly open and your hand held his cheek as his lips were softly touching your neck. “Alright, perfect” they recorded you both, then when they look back there gonna make it pictures, they snapped another of you both hugging each other, his back muscles and the back of his head, showing his wet curls as you wrapped one around your finger, your lips so close to his ear, pelvis to pelvis and chest to chest, all very very good pictures.

You and Tom danced to the music, all oldies playing, Mary J Blige, Tony!, Tupac, Brandy, New edition, Micheal Jackson, snapping more pictures while you both weren’t paying attention. “Oh this totally gonna is gonna get in the book, this is gonna be all over the news” “oh tell me about it” the photographers laughed, but it was time to take the solo one, you covered your breasts as you were on the tip of the mountain, your face infront of the sun, you covered your face with your hand from a distance, revealing one of your eyes as they were light from the sun, you looked up at the camera and made eye contact with it, your lips again slightly open. “Perfect!”.

Snapped.

Tom put you on his story, smiling to himself as you came back down. “It’s hot!” You yelled, everyone laughing at what you said. “Guess who’s the new face of vogue!” Jim said, the photographer. “Me!” You jumped, dancing to yourself as everyone cheered you on as P. Y. T played, everyone clapping to the beat as you kept dancing, everyone singing and doing their own thing. Tom sung as he came up behind you, holding onto your waist as you moved you hips, some people recording for the YouTube video. It was like you were dating before you even knew it, it was nice, everyone could see the love you had for each other even if you both were oblivious of it.

“Did a wonderful job darling” he said, both in the same dressing room. “You didn’t do to bad yourself” you smiled at him, putting on your bra and your oversized shirt, taking off your pants and boots next as he followed along to put on the clothes he had on first. “Your the new icon y/n” he smiled at you. “Don’t say that, we both know zendayas the queen” “but you can be the king” he winked at you, you only smiled and shook your head. “So you guys, can we post these videos!” Jim said, you both looked at each other then the door. “Yeah!” Both of you said, I mean it was platonic right? Totally.

For the rest of the week you did the runways, the photo shoots, you of course were the new face of vogue, Victoria secret, Rihanna wanted you to come back, rumors of you and Tom dating which was okay you guessed, it was all just so going good for you, but Thomas not so much. “I think I really fucking like her” Thomas said, sitting in one of the front seats for your runway. “Then ask her out div!” “Harrison shut up!” “I’m just pointing out the obvious” he shrugged. “Well then don’t” he whisper yelled. “I can hear your whole conversation, Thomas” zendaya said smiling, “me too” law and zendaya high fives each other as Tom rolls his eyes, soon music starts playing and models come out, best for last so you weren’t out yet, Tom sat there bored wondering when you were coming out, crossing his arms over his chest as the time ticked, everyone was recording the models, professional cameras all over and recording.

And then your music played ‘Shes A Bad Mama Jama’ as you came out with your yellow layered large poofy dress, a deep v-line and black heels under, dangle earrings and your hair in butterfly braids, shinny lip gloss and long eyelashes, you walked down and danced a bit, everyone clapping for you, just cheering for you, Tom was lucky to even know you, the way your skin shined and you were so photogenic, you were just a goddess really, a mic in your hand as you finished coming down, you said a single ‘hey y’all!’ And everyone cheered for you, clapping.

“As you know I’ve done a lot in this week, including this” you held up your hands at the whole entire place. “But I couldn’t have done it without a few people” people clapped for you. “That includes, law roach” claps. “Zendaya” some ‘woos!’ “And Tom holland” he was shocked but everyone still cheered for him, smiling and waving at everyone who cheered him on. “I honestly feel so honored, I love every single one of you in this room, you’ve been with me ever since I didn’t get a chance, but that’s the thing” you pointed at the camera “if nothing works out, be your own boss. No one can reject you if your doing your own thing, that’s what I did” you shrugged, everyone clapping for you more. “So we have this set up right?” “It’s all in the trunk Thomas” “well are you gonna help me?” He whispered to zendaya which she laughed at “you have guns for a reason” she squeezed his arms. “Shut up” he silently giggled as he still payed attention to you.

You then walked out, everyone still cheering loudly as you waved them goodbye. You made your way to backstage, finding the models, including cara, Naomi, Gigi, Bella, Kaia, and Lupita. You walked over to the table and grabbed the champagne and grabbed it, law, zendaya, Tom, and Harrison all coming backstage and grabbing their glasses. “Ready?!” You ask and they all cheer, all around you, you popped the bottle successfully, you poured poured everyone some, including yourself. “Alright what are we cheering for?” You ask everyone, “your success!” Gigi says, making you blush. “Stop it, our success, we did it all together” you say making everyone ‘aw’. “To our success!” You yelled, everyone said it after you, raising their glasses and clanking it with some people before taking a sip, Tom came over and kissed your temple, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Congrats babe, you deserve it” he whispered in your ear. “What’s with the pet name” you laughed. “Come to the car with me yeah?” He asked, you nodded at him and the small group followed behind you, making your way to the car he opened the trunk, revealing balloons falling out and flying in the air.

but also a collage of you both, at the club with him sitting on your lap sharing the hamburger, laughing with each other to at the photo shoot, you both dancing with each other, the actual photos you used for the magazine too, then you both hanging out getting coffee and hugging each other in public, then both of you in these dark gothic wigs, with electric guitars, back to back as you put on this weird scrunched face, to hard to explain. You smiled as you picked up the collage “I love it” you said. “I love you” he said back, you looked back at him and he smiled. “I liked you the first moment I met you, your funny, sweet, stubborn, cute, your scattered everywhere-“ “I am not!” You cut him off. “Oh you are” zendaya said, the small group recording letting out small laughs. “You just proved my point y/n, but I love how I can even you out, I like the way you look at me, I want it to last everyday, every night, I just wanna be with you.... so in that case would you be my girlfriend?” He asked, you smiled so wide as you out the collage down in the car, you walked up to him and made eye contact with him as he stood there, looking up at you, you kissed him, smiling into the kiss and kissing him repeatedly “alright get it over with” law intruded, “yeah yes I will” you nodd and he smiled, kissing you again. Zendaya smiles “AGHHHHHH” she screams in excitement. For some reason ‘ivy’ by Frank ocean played and you both just made eye contact with each other.

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itsthe-neo-zone · 4 years

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Wands and potions: NCT Dream & WayV

Please read the Masterlist before continuing ahead with the upcoming chapter. Thank you.

A/N: I apologize for taking so long to post (im a mess) but i had some issues to deal with, personal things at home and some family members were feeling sick so things were a mess, as always I hope you enjoy the chapter and I’ll try to get back on track. I’m sorry if my posts aren’t up to the standard I usually output in.

Chapter 17:

[Lyra’s Pov]

[10th Jan 2005]

The first memory I had of my parents was a fight. It was one of my earliest. And one id never forget. The shouts and screams being thrown about. It was hazy and only when I began whimpering and crying weakly the blond male lifted me up into his hold. His cold icy eyes warming up for me. Melting the frozen glacier of cerulean into a deep royal navy.

I’ve been hidden from everyone and anyone around me for their safety and their status in the social wizarding world. I was a child that wasn’t ever supposed to be born and it was hurtful the longer the secret was kept. Whilst my siblings were given all the love and care in the world, lived to be around them in a comforting lovable world. I was left to be brought up by myself. Alone.

[06:18PM]

“You deserve to know, and I deserve to be treated like I’m desired, like I’m loved and wanted.” I murmured quietly my voice came out fragile and broken, its displayed the 14 years of raw emotion behind it.

“Remember when you told me you really felt we were like sisters?” I saw Selene’s expression warp into confusion her lips between teeth as she sat next to me her eyes shaking nervously. She didn’t want to glance into my own, but she nodded confirming my words.

“Well we could be, if Scorpius believes me... when I tell him, I- I’m his half-sister. His blood sister...” Selene stared as if I'd just produced a rhinoceros from my pocket. Though the expression on Scorpius face was unreadable. It was a mix of confusion, guilt and denial.

“Please say something.” I pleaded, he needed to respond. In any way possible, I needed to know how he felt. My heart was being torn by the second, this was worse than being stabbed multiple times and left to bleed to death...

“I can’t- i don’t know- how do I?” he sighed, exasperatedly. “I need some time to think about this.” He stood his eyes frantically looking around, Scorpius looked anxious wanting to leave, and even though it was freezing cold he was loosening the green tie around his neck.

“Please, don’t tell anyone. You can’t let anyone know.” I stood desperately wanting to hold or grab him. I yearned for his acceptance for so many years. My only sibling I cared about. This had to be kept a personal family secret as well.

“Scorpius, are you ok? Do you need me to-” “NO, no- I’m fine,” it came through gritted teeth...

“Selene, just stay with her? I need some space.” He quickly takes his leave frantically looking off, not once did he look back at us.

“Give him some time, he’ll come back. Don’t worry.”

“How are you taking this?” I turn to Selene who was hugging me, her arm on my back comforting me. She seemed dazed, her eyes were clouded. It’s like she wasn't here.

“You were already my sister; all you did was give me confirmation.” She held me close pulling me into her hold.

“Thank you, for being here.” I whisper clutching her robes her hair tickling the side of my face. I was glad to have her around me.

[06:25PM]

Pieces of mirror shatter breaking into a shower of tiny pieces; the amount of negative energy in the air was boundless. “Scorpius please calm down.” the rage in him needed to get out somehow? He wasn’t himself.

“He lied! HE LIED TO ME AND HER!” the bloodcurdling cry echoed; his mouth wide open as he released his inner demons. The scream made all the hair on his body stand. Albus wanted to stop him. To help him.

He couldn’t.

“He had another child, behind her back, she was thrown to the side. Like it was nothing!” The sobbing continued gales began to swirl and enter through the sides of the bathroom. Unknowingly, he was brewing a whirlwind. A storm hitting, equal to the force it felt inside him. It was building for weeks now and all Lyra did was confirm the reality.

His vice was strained, and it hurt like hell, but he continued letting all the pain and sorrow out. His head was pounding now. He wanted it to stop. Scorpius yearned for the numb feeling

“Stop you’re going to hurt yourself.” We he? Scorpius wished He’d hurt himself. Maybe that pain would distract him from the searing agony he was feeling. Pain sears through his abdomen better than a branding iron, his mind conceding to the torment, unable to bring a thought to completion.

Everything had been a lie.

“Want it to end. Please.” The crouched figure in the centre of the room strained himself. He didn’t want to be here anymore. “leave.”

Albus couldn’t do that. He couldn’t leave his friend in such a vulnerable and defenceless position. “let me help you.” A crack in his voice, it shows the pain he was feeling it reflected into Albus. the young boy stumbled back pushing from the sheer force of the gales that tormented Scorpius this whole time.

“I SAID GO!”

The pain was increasing in waves; getting bigger by the second, giving false hope of an end. But it would never end.

It was too loud to hear anything at this point the push of the wind tore bits off the wooden cubicle doors. Becoming spinning daggers of anger within the whirling storm.

Scorpius increased the howling gusts, faster and faster until they sheathed him with a spray of sprinkled sharp edges and crusted glass, they shimmered in the ill lit bathroom; the gloomy skies reflecting its dusty grey cold rays.

“Scorpiu-”

Albus had no way of coming near him he was forced out of the bathroom having no choice but to leave his friend in there suffering alone. The soft tears fell down the boy’s face, he hated the haunted feeling of having no form of control over the situation.

Across the empty acres of land, empty silent castle hauntingly still not much moving, was two figures perched up upon the north towers. A forbidden duo, though ones that felt comforted in another’s presence. The light breeze slowly yet surely trying to pull against their night robes.

“I want to get over the anxiety I have, I want to control my feelings not the other way.” murmured to the male, she had been spending most of her time. Days -and starting now- her nights were spent with the devilish Durmstrang boy.

“It’s not easy.” he spun on his own two feet looking across the edge of the tower towards her. Selene was perched upon the handle of the metallic barrier.

“I know. but I want to at least try. Will you help me?” Selene was in her sleeping robes she was twiddling with her wand spending most her days with him she had gotten extremely comfortable with the male who she has come to know for his sharp tongue and the ability to be quite convincing.

“I will. But first you need to show that you can trust me.”

“I do, I trust you.” Selene leaned off just a little further. She was content in being here silently with him. But was he? did he enjoy their secret nights alone?

“Do you think I can be like them?” letting her hair cascade past her figure, taking orders from the wind it wrapped over her -like the tentacles of the giant squid- across her body.

“Like them?” Repeating the words; he asked for more.

“My ancestors. I want to find out more.” It was like a persistent hunger that couldn’t be satiated. From a fairly long time, it was that absence of complete acceptance and love. Deep down she understood that but was she never going to admit it?

“You want to follow the prophecy?” a hesitant nod answered his questioning. the endless chewing on her dry lips and thoughts fighting against one another proved to show the utter confusion in what she really wanted. The certainty was on one thing though “I want to belong.”

“A girl, Dominique, from Beauxbaton.” Leaving the edge Selene moved towards the boy getting slightly closer. “She mentioned that the Lestrange ancestral family had a connection to France.”

“You think it could be important?” she pondered over his words for a moment. “Didn’t you mention that Grindelwald had his convocation in Paris France?”

“He did. But what’s-”

“I can find out more, what happened? Who I am.” Curling back into herself Selene hummed a soft tune she was comforted by her own arms wrapping around herself. Making her feel the soft pressure upon her own body.

“Selene.” Yangyang mumbled as he stepped closer sitting next to her “When you were at the mirror, the first time we met, it showed you something.” he grasped her two hands in his softly rubbing his slender fingers over her palm. His eyes were captivating.

“it showed me myself.”

“it showed you something else along with it.” He edged, the slight smile on his face and his eyes boring into selenes pushed her to continue. It felt as if everything was surreal, it was all a dream, why was everything so easily spilling past her lips.

“What I wanted; I want to find myself.” Capturing his eyes she glanced at the void contained the magnitude of the earth and the blackhole sucking the shimmers of light inwards. Nothing could escape.

“I promise I can help you do that, but you can’t go to France just yet.”

“I can’t go to France…” Selene murmured his eyes were captivating. As time passed slowly, she fell deeper into his gaze.

“Yes, you have something to do. First.”

[13th October]

“Someone has taken a large noticeable dose of tentacle juice, from the private potions storage. If anyone has any known whereabouts or knows of anyone having sources, you must inform your head of year or head of house. Thank you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me-” shifting to take seat next to her position next to the others the raven-haired witch sat calmly the frustration only evident in her voice. “-they wake us up at 8am for this?”

“Yeah, some bastard nicking a few drops of poison…” Irene adds muttering, every single student for a 20-meter radius was yawning uncontrollably and dozing off on the study tables but once awake you needed to prepare for breakfast.

“Where were you this morning?” Ravelle had a sly smile on her lips as she pondered not so innocently over the whereabouts of the ginger witch before her.

“Out taking a short walk.” Blowing out an exasperated huff Selene stood taking her leave from the depressing and sleep deprived circle, “You know there’s only so much ‘Ravelle’ I can take in one day.” Sarcasm slipping past her voice was what made the sneaky witch drop her innocent act.

“Really, I’ve only asked you one question you shouldn’t be so defensive… unless there is something for you to hide?”

Selene stopped in her tracks, movement stuttering for a second. The wrapping of a dusty cloth rough in her hands.

“I have nothing to hide.” The outrage in her voice was enough to alert those around them that somewhat of a fight was about to start and, like the usual- all hell was about to break loose.

“Though I must let you know that I am exceeding the amount of ‘bitchiness’ I can take from you in a day so mind if I leave?” she widened her eyes turning to face the raven and nodded frivolously, she feigned sorrow for her and a sympathetic smile came to her face as she left.

“Thought you’d never ask…” Ravelle murmured the words she wasn’t interested in Selene herself. The antics she had grown accustomed to, -since that night with the celebratory introduction Selene had been on edge, spitting back ruthlessly and harsh words were leaving her lips- Ravelle eyed the linen wrap in her hands, it covered something, and it was important, no doubt delicate by the way she was cradling it to her core like a mother would do to her babe.

[1st November]

Many days passed and winter edged nearer, visibly shortening the once lengthy and enjoyable days. The cold let soft cotton and thick clothes layer up with the many peaking noses out of scarves turn red and pink.

The clouds of air exhaled when talking put things together but what really allowed the community to know the ending of summer solstice was the thick coat of white sheen that glistened in the early morning rays, covering the lands and lulling them to sleep.

“Anyone received any personal invites to the yule ball?” Albus whispered to the young brunette. The two now becoming much friendlier than usual were confiding in themselves after all they both had Scorpius to worry about.

“No not yet.” She glanced at him weary of the random questioning. lyra had enough on her plate already. It was harsh and difficult that her only brother wasn’t talking to her and Selene was sleeping off half her days and running of at night.

“If this is about Selene the-” “It’s not.”

“Then who-”

“I’m just asking.” She shuffled to turn towards him, sceptically reading his face the Slytherin shifted uncomfortably. “Such a liar.”

“You dummy, I can see it in your eyes. Who pushed you to do this? This is about Selene.”

“It isn’t, I swear.” His hands flew up in retaliation. The silent pause of scepticism made him sigh in relief when she dropped the accusations.

“I’m sick of this, it’s all going to hell and I cant get any of them to even sit and talk to me. It’s awful.” Lyra whined her frustration could be seen in the way she tugged at her roots the hair lengthier than it was a few weeks ago.

“Scorpius isn’t ready to face this ye-.”

“-Hell never be ready then. Albus I can’t wait any more. How does he think I feel?” the brunette boys turned into saucers at the sudden interruption. She had been waiting for the past 3 weeks and it was getting agitating for a while, but nobody understood her. The way she felt.

“Whats wrong with Selene then? He can’t talk now so whats the issue with your ginger friend?”

“Oh don’t get me started with her.” She shifts in her seat lyra was starting to remember the situations Selene was in, breaking her heart for the past fortnight. “She’s gone, really lost it.”

“Sleeps all day and sneaks out at night, its odd Selene would have never done such a thing.” She mutters, the frown on her face showed her feeling of betrayal. “I can’t get her to spend any time with me at all, it’s always ‘Yangyang this Yangyang that’!”

“Wait.”

“You mean Durmstrang Liu” if his eyes were saucers back then they were as wide as cauldrons. His hands clenched up visibly the whole demeanor he possessed was stiffened within a second, Lyra didn’t comprehend the change until she spared him a quick glimpse.

“Yeah him,” she blinked dropping her head further into her grasp as she questioned his body language “Whats got you so surprised, most girls already know!”

“Liu Yangyang that German-Taiwanese boy?” the voice crack gave him away, there was definitely something wrong, but Lyra had no clue what was happening to him, what kind of reaction was that.

“Hold on know what?” he interrupted again.

“Well, supposedly they’re in a relationship, and I don’t know… but he’s really affecting Selene.”

“They can’t be though?” the denial in his voice was giving all the wrong signals and signs, Lyra turned towards him fully, hands out of hair and eyes skimming his face, his expression wasn’t helping the previous accusations planted upon him by her.

“Why Albus? Do you like her or something?”

What came out of his mouth after wasn’t a big shocker or anything but lyra was shocked to find out such a revelation and from him, Albus, who seemed to have no clue who the boy is.

“No, its just. He has a girlfriend already,”

“Yeah Selene.” The response came quick.

“No, he’s engaged to her, its not Selene. She’s back in Germany.” He was referring to another girl, that Selene wasn’t the only one in a relationship with the male and it made Lyra's blood boil.

“HE’S TWO-TIMING?”

The two had another issue to deal with, Selene couldn’t find out, even if it meant lying to her. She wouldn’t be able to handle what was to come.

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obscureoperations · 3 years

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Nsfw obvioulsy, I should have added this tag to the last post as well... ''Teaching Martin'' anon, this is trash and I'm sorry. I really need to brush up on my skillz. Onwards!

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One of your favorite things about Saturday afternoons was that Martin had the rest of the day off. Cuda only needed him there in the morning to help process new inventory. Most of the time he left, he was in a good mood seeing as how he spent most of the time in the back away from Cuda and the other customers. He had time to himself-- time to think-- according to him he spent most of his time thinking about you. You adored that about Martin, his transparency. Since the two of you became close he had no problem telling you what was on his mind. You seemed to understand him-- really understand him. His freedom with his words only intensified once things between you became more intimate. When you thought about it you couldn't help but blush. You never would have imagined.

You spent the better part of the morning tidying up, finishing up a few errands. The two of you were going to spend the afternoon together out around town. You thought it would be a good thing, just to get him out of the house. He seemed to be in his element almost weightless as you’d walk through the park. The proverbial storm cloud would lift from his head, no longer bogged down by his self doubt-- the fear. The second he knocked on your door you bolted off the couch, deftly running your fingers through your hair.

When you opened the door he seemed almost startled, his eyes taking in your appearance. “Martin!” You exclaimed ushering him in. “You’re early.” A small smile played across his lips “He let me leave at eleven thirty.” he said as the two of you enter the kitchen. “Well that’s great, the least time around that old codger the better.” He let out a brief chuckle before stepping closer, pulling you into an embrace. He allows his head to rest on top of yours, hands soothingly roaming down your arms. “I really missed you.” He whispers, you couldn't help but smile.

“Yeah.. me too.”

You spent the next few minutes on the couch, as you went over your plans for the day. You even suggested that the two of you see a movie at five, that would kill two more hours until he had to finally go back home. For the most part he seemed to listen, offering his agreement here and there. When you finally stop talking you noticed he was watching you with an almost unreadable expression of his face. For a moment you felt embarrassed knowing full well that you sometimes tended to ramble. “Im sorry--” You laugh. “Im just going and going. Is that okay? I mean did you have any other ideas?” He smies sheepishly for a moment with a shrug, he shifts a bit inching in closer. “That sounds fine.” With a sigh of relief “Good… okay. So-- we can leave whenever you want. I already finished all my errands. Oh! And I went shopping- Did you want anything? I could fix lunch if you’d like..” He was smiling again as he reaches for your hand , gently clasping it before bringing it to his lips. “Im okay..” He whispers, before gently kissing your palm. “Thank you..” A pool of heat settles in the pit of your stomach as he begins to kiss your fingertips one by one. Drawing your pointer into his mouth sucking gently, causing you to gasp. “Martin?” He was up to something- that much was clear, He takes his time repeating the action on your other fingers. Nibbling gently, drawing them into his mouth. You found yourself leaning in closer. “What are you--” “Come here…” he whispers. You comply without hesitation wondering for a moment what happened to your beautiful shy boy. It didn’t take long for his lips to find yours, tongue delving into your willing mouth. Small content sighs as your fingernails scrape over the fabric of his shirt. He’s drawing you closer still, lips trailing along your neck. Feather soft hair tickles your collar bone causing heat to rise to your face. His teeth graze over the pulse in your neck, a soft moan escaped your throat. The sound seemed to do something to him, he’s kissing you again in earnest. Tongue melding effortlessly against yours as your fingers entwine in his hair. In a streak of boldness your fingernails scrape over his scalp-- tugging gently as your teeth sink into his bottom lip. He lets out a low moan as his fingers dig into your hips.

“Hey..” He sits back breathlessly, you can see a faint dust of color splashed across his cheeks. His lips were kiss bruised and swollen, he almost looked to be in a daze. “Hmm?” You ask kissing him sweetly for a moment. You swore, you could never grow tired of kissing him--that beautiful mouth always formed into a pout whenever they weren’t pressed against yours. He regards you through his lashes-- some of the shyness seems to have returned. ‘’ I- I wondered if I could try something?” You lean in brushing your nose across his. “What is it darling?” He chews on his lower lip for a moment, before leaning in to nuzzle your ear. The sensation of his breath sends a shiver up your spine. “Why was he being so pensive, at this point he could have whatever he wanted” His hands move to your waist, tracing lazy circles with the tips of his fingers. You could feel him breathing deeply as he sighs deeply. “I’ll show you.”

The two of you managed to make it to your room still mostly clothed, but he soon began to remedy that. It didn’t take long for the two of you to shift onto the bed, he moves to rest on top of you, kissing you deeply. All tongue over teeth as his right hand dips lower, his left, clasping yours pinning it to the bed. A soft moan escapes your lips as he moves to your front, stroking you lightly through the fabric of your panties. Your teeth dig into your lip as you suppress a shudder, hips involuntarily leaning into his touch. In slow short circles, you begin to grow impossibly heated arousal seeping through the sheer white fabric. He’s breathing deeply as he presses himself against your thigh, you hadn’t even touched him yet he was already rock hard. Soon enough he slips his fingers beneath the elastic, his moan matches your own at the initial contact.

It was something about the feel of his skin, the simple touch of his hand was enough to send you over the edge. Even before the two of you became ‘ close’ you would often find yourself staring at his hands. They were gorgeous, long delicate fingers-- sparks of electricity whenever they’d brush against you. In an innocent gesture or simply taking your hand, you often imagined just how they would feel-- Better than you imagined, the first time he’d touched you...really touched you, you came within minutes, the look of surprise on his face matched his own. He panicked at first, thinking that he might have hurt you. “Are you okay?!” leaned in to kiss him.

His lips were poised above yours, breath in sync with every roll of your hips. Breathy moans would escape here and there with the occasional praise “You feel so good…” The coil in the pit of your stomach would tighter with every small moment of relief. Careening closer and closer to the edge, he draws your attention as he calls your name. Your eyes flutter open just as he removes his hand-- a kiss his answer to your sigh of disapproval. “Martin--what?” “It’s alright..” he whispers. “ I--I wanna try it..” He finishes. Your fingers weave through his silken strands, eyes transfixed on his lips. You watch as he removes his hand now slick with your arousal, bringing them to his lips. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of him drawing them into his mouth to the knuckles-- the moan that escaped sent another pulse to your very core. Slowly he withdraws them, tongue swirling over his fingertips before darting over your parted lips. “Please… just show me how...” He kisses you sweetly, the taste of your own arousal causes your breath to quicken. “I want to make you feel really good, okay?”

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His lips remained hovering inches away from your inner thigh. Another small release quakes through you causing your hand to grasp for his neck. He wastes no time pressing his lips to your clit, already hardened in anticipation. His tongue delves beneath the hood, tracing in small short circles. Your hand that grasps the bedpost threatens to turn numb, your other hand was already entangled in his hair. He remains poised there” Circles..please more circles..” He lifts his head with a lust filled sigh.

“Okay?” His lips shimmer with your delight.

“Yes perfect..” You direct his head downwards. Fingers entwined in his hair, guiding the motion of his head.

So good, he was almost too good for you, you had no idea what he needed to prove. In slow short circles, his tongue moves over your aching clit. Teeth digging into your inner thigh-- you wanted him here.

With you he was enamored, you were sure that he could easily find someone else. The sight before you was so hard to ignore… the way that he craved your instant approval. Tongue delving over your arousal, he would disappear within the next few days.

Every now and then he would lift his head “Okay?”

You’d nod in agreement, just wanting him to press forward. Hips, arching against his waiting mouth, everything was perfect.

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 3 years

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Discord pt 79

[Date: 15/03, 6:49 PM - 7:30 PM GMT]

Maxwell: “hey you guys?

I was wondering if i could ask y'all for advice”

Gyuteinnit: “What's up?”

Maxwell: “do any of y'all know a good way to get rid of headache

I woke up this morning to one and it hasn't gone away yet”

Gyuteinnit: “Try a cold pack and don't be online as much and just try to get away from the screen also possibly sleep if you can”

Maxwell: “Yeah I had been doing that mainly”

fetch: “Warm rag over the eyes and lay down, maybe shut off the lights

thats how mona helped me with mine anyway”

Gyuteinnit: “That also helps”

Maxwell: “hm....”

fetch: “You also just might need to eat or drink something”

Maxwell: “hopefully it does I havent had a headache this bad in a while

usually it goes away after i take a tylenol but its been hours now”

emuhlee: “that's not good”

Maxwell: “ey its

just a headache

itll go away eventually

i just hope sooner rather then later ha...”

emuhlee: “hopefully!”

dreaming: “if it persists you should look into it..

further”

Maxwell: “might be a little hard

not many doctors are accepting of hybrids...”

dreaming: “that sucks, hopefully you can find one..”

Maxwell: “i should be good...i might look up what type of headache it could be that might help with figuring out what caused it”

dreaming: “yeah!”

Maxwell: “it might be a tension one....i cant tell though

its not really near my forehead

more so right above my ears and then around the back”

dreaming: “that.. considering some stuff doesn't sound good...

i don't want to make you scared or anything but..”

Maxwell: “reminds me of when i used to wear a headband or something and it would be sore after ha

scared?”

fetch: “You prolly just slept on your head wrong lmao

I wake up in messed up positions all the time”

Maxwell: “yeah....what was it you were gonna say dreaming?

What?

Is something wrong?”

emuhlee: “i can't speak for them, but what i understood, is they might be a bit worried about syd's new.. headpiece.. and how it uh.. came to be.. and then, uh. you now having a headache..”

jaynoblade: “...yeah that's what i was thinking as well”

Maxwell: “....what...

no no no its not”

Mothbo: “I'd suggest staying away from Baroness/interacting with her until we get more info.”

Maxwell: “it cant be

im fine

ive jsut been sleeping on the floor so much thats it”

fetch: “yall I'm pretty sure we'd know if max had vines growing out of his head”

Maxwell: “yeah”

Mothbo: “To be fair we didn't see Syd's coming either.”

Maxwell: “id notice it when i shower or brush my hair”

Marcus: “Hey hey hey, max it’s okay”

emuhlee: “i think it's just a headache, but it's probably something we should keep in mind”

jaynoblade: “i saw what was happening to syd. none of us knew it was anything more than a headache until it... happened”

fetch: “can we talk about something else. you're just scaring him.”

Mothbo: “It will be okay, Max. I doubt it's the same thing. Try to rest and take headache meds.

Yes lets”

Marcus: “You probably slept on the floor wrong”

jaynoblade: “yeah good idea”

Marcus: “My arm is kind of numb maybe you laid on it?

Made your head sore”

fetch: “oh yeah I caught yall nappin on the floor earlier >:P”

Maxwell: “jus the idea of that happening to me....ugh....watching it happen was bad enough

yeah i....was a little tired earlier

tried to nap to get rid of the headache”

fetch: “farming awwws”

Marcus: “..you weren’t sleeping well last night

Maybe it was that too

Tossing and turning, not getting enough sleep can give you a headache too”

Maxwell: “Maybe...”

emuhlee: “Most signs point to it having to do with your sleep, so i think everything is okay, just a normal headache”

jaynoblade: “i typically find that when i get a headache, drinking a ton of water helps bc i tend to forget and then i get dehydrated"

Maxwell: “True”

Marcus: “We’ll get you some food and water just to make sure it’s not those and then we can do something low energy until you either nap or it goes away on it’s own”

Maxwell: “Could be my teeth too...”

fetch: “Yeah, you're part rat right? Their teeth grow pretty fast don't they”

emuhlee: “Do you normally have caffeine? It could be a lack of caffeine if it's something your body is used to.”

Maxwell: “Yeah I used to have things I’d chew on to keep em from growing too much but I haven’t done that in while”

[emuhlee: “Do you normally have caffeine? It could be a lack of caffeine if it's something your body is used to.”]

Maxwell: “No Mona likes it but I can’t stand the smell, makes me kind of sick”

emuhlee: “not even soda or chocolate? those have caffeine too”

Mothbo: “Tea and energy drinks too”

Maxwell: “I like chocolate but I haven’t had it for a while I’ve mostly been drinking water and milk”

[Maxwell: “Yeah I used to have things I’d chew on to keep em from growing too much but I haven’t done that in while”]

Marcus: “What kind of things do you need? I’m sure there’s something around here”

fetch: “Maybe we can get you chewies? Like hard candies or even a chew stim to keep your teeth grinded down”

[Marcus: “What kind of things do you need? I’m sure there’s something around here”]

Maxwell: “Anything like wood or something would work”

Marcus: “Does it have to be a certain kind? There’s lots of sticks and stuff outside..”

[fetch: “Maybe we can get you chewies? Like hard candies or even a chew stim to keep your teeth grinded down”]

Maxwell: “That....might be helpful thank you my last one broke a while back”

[Marcus: “Does it have to be a certain kind? There’s lots of sticks and stuff outside..”]

Maxwell: “Honestly no as long as it isn’t dirty and won’t give me splinters it’s good”

Marcus: “Okay so we get some from out there, maybe take the bark off and wash them?”

Maxwell: “Sure as long as it doesn’t break super easily”

Marcus: “Okay! I’ll go look around the backyard”

[dreaming: “have you done anything like that recently?..”]

Maxwell: “I don’t like energy drinks or such or sweets...

Hey jack...”

Jack: “hey Max!

honestly i had a pretty bad headache a few days back and it turned out i was just dehydrated.

make sure you drink plenty of water :)”

jaynoblade: “dehydration my abhorred”

Maxwell: “I’ll try”

Jack: “yeah i had like two glasses of cold water and was fine

staying away from Baroness and the Court is probably a good idea for you + the rest of Mona's crew anyways, headache or not. You're all more at risk to start off with.”

Marcus: “Okay I got some, I’ll go clean them up and bring you some food and water

And request for food max?”

[Jack: “staying away from Baroness and the Court is probably a good idea for you + the rest of Mona's crew anyways, headache or not. You're all more at risk to start off with.”]

Maxwell: “I still gotta ask her about that note though....”

Jack: “Even if it's completely unrelated. better safe than sorry. someone else can always ask for you!”

kate: “We can ask my man”

Maxwell: “And not really, maybe some thing cold? My....my mom used to say to me if I wasn’t feeling good to eat something that gave you electrolytes to feel better”

Jack: “coconut water is rad for dehydration, if you're into that sort of thing.

[Maxwell: “And not really, maybe some thing cold? My....my mom used to say to me if I wasn’t feeling good to eat something that gave you electrolytes to feel better”]

Marcus: “Okay! How about some fruits? Strawberries and watermelon boost electrolytes and that’ll help with dehydration too”

Maxwell: “I’ve always liked watermelons....”

Marcus: “Okay I’ll be right back. How do you feel about turkey and cheese sandwiches?

You need some protein”

Maxwell: “Maybe not Turkey but I like cheese....”

[Marcus: “You need some protein”]

Maxwell: “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean”

Marcus: “Okay cheese it is but I’m getting you to eat protein at some point

I’ll be right back okay?”

Maxwell: “Course”

Marcus: “I’ll just be in the kitchen if you need me”

Maxwell: “Got it”

#on:discord #by:maxwell #by:fetch #by:marcus #if the crown fits

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oh-theatre · 4 years

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Objection!: Chapter 24

Chapter title: The Dark I Know Well

A/n: IM SO SORRY!! ITS BEEN TWO WEEKS!! Im really sorry!! Ok but heres this chapter and yALL ARE NOT READY FOR THE NEXT ONE OOP- In other news I love logicality, and Remile AND IM SORRY THIS CHAPTER SUCKS BUT ENJOY I HOPE

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words: 4297

summary: Patton gets back into court, but things don't turn out the way he had hoped

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene, murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol

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Patton was getting used to it, to waking up with something, someone around his arm. He was getting used to feeling safe, some nights were worse than others. Some nights he felt frozen as his demons engulfed him, Logan had to get used to that as well. Today was easier, Patton awoke in a seemingly empty bed. He rolls over but the covers, the warmth...it was his. He decides that at some point in this early morn he must awake. Mumbling nonsense he hoists himself out of the comfort, dragging his blanket with him.

The smell of coffee and fresh breakfast definitely drew the man in. He stumbles into the kitchen, his vision clearing as his eyes set upon a humming Logan moving around carefully, trying his hardest not to make noise.

“What are...you doing?” He yawns, wrapping the blanket further around him. Logan turns setting down the final pieces, a delighted grin crosses his face. “Who are you and what have you done with Logan?” Patton jokes through a grumpy furrow.

“I have some news” Logan tries to contain himself, Patton approaches fumbling with Logans tie. The lawyer finds his smalle pouting face adorable as it adjusts to the morning light. Logan leans forward placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Mm” He hums sweetly “News?” He questions, still fiddling with the tie in his hands. Logan takes his hand, placing it under Patton's chin, a soft blush grows on the father's face.

“Liams case” He starts, instantly Patton can feel the air shatter around him, Logan recognizes the drop in his face. “Love, its going through” He continues, Patton looks up, his eyes shining once more “It's going to trial”

“Ah!” Patton exclaims, a toothy smile spreads, one Logan adores so much. Logan laughs with him, picking him up as he spins him around. Realizing his giddy manner he sets him down, both coughing as they recover from their moment of adrenaline. “Its going through?” Pattons sobs, gentle tears tickle his cheek. Logan wipes them away with his soft thumb, kissing Patton over his face. Sweet kisses placed intricately over the smaller lawyers face. Adorable giggles as Patton steadies his ragged breathing. Logan embraces him, as Patton coils his arms around Logan's neck. Once they've pulled away Patton's mind fills quickly. Questions race, he struggles to structure them. “W-whos on the case?”

“I am” Logan bites his lip, Patton awaits the unfortunate turn, the ugly truth “As the prosecutor” A breath of relief from both. And yet another tender moment as they clutch so desperately to one another.

“Children” Patton identifies pulling away, shaking off his feelings he turns with a giant smile, instantly scooping up his twins excited as they jump into his arms. “Good morning my little humbugs!” He greets, a special kiss on the head for each. Logan watches from the outskirts, feeling as though such moments he would earn as time went on. Remus spots the idle figure, an ecstatic giggle emerges.

“Dada is here again!” He blurts through his delusional exhaustion. Pattons eyes shoot open, he takes a soft but deep breath. Logan suppresses a chuckle but welcomes the young boy with open arms, gently stroking his hair to organize the mess. A quick hug before Remus mimics his father as he fumbles with Logans tie. Clearly conducting an investigation of his own, through...odd means. Chewing, stretching and placing strategically on his head, alas the boy concludes nothing. “Dada?” Remus looks to Patton, the lawyer nods “I'm gonna call you papa now” He informs

“Ok” Patton laughs, looking grateful to the ever calm Logan. Patton really needn't worry, Logan finds himself quite comfortable in this situation, almost looking forward to it. “So then what's Val gonna call me?” He amuses

“Imma call you papa! We are going to share so that mister Logan doesn't feel left out” She explains, it becomes harder not to cry for Patton. It feels unreal, this, here and now...surely a dream. “Nom nom!” She squeals, Patton agrees setting her down on the couch. Logan follows suit, ruffling their hair as he walks away. The lawyers meet in the kitchen, soft whispers as the children throw their hands in the air for communication.

“Lo?” Patton checks, a supportive rub on Logans arm as they lean on the counter. Logan rolls his playful eyes.

“You do not have to continue to check in” Logan states, Patton lifts innocent eyebrows. “I'm alright, yes it may get harder however right now I am okay. I will inform you otherwise” He assures, Pattons small smile understanding, he leans his head on Logans shoulder. The taller of the pair places a kiss on his forehead, sighing as they watch the twins, oblivious to the world around them. A moment frozen in time, a picture they longed to frame to enjoy when things swirled darker. “Your phone” Logan notes

“Mmhm” Patton yawns, pulling out his device. Fearing the unknown, relieved by the identified caller. “Heya Leo!” He greets with a smile, Logan keeps a steady hand, fiddling with Patton's fingers. “What?” He gapes, coughing back his thoughts, Logan becomes alert “They simple...but '' He listens, the voice of Leo rushes through his words on the other end. “No vote? No campaign?” Patton manages

“Patton?” Logan whispers in curiosity, Patton takes his hand squeezing only slightly. A terrified excitement passes his face.

“Yes of course I understand” He goes through, Logan awaits his own intrigue bubbling. A giddy Patton struggles to control his smiles and cheers. “I can do Thursday, three o’clock? Perfect” He promises, marking it down quickly on a notepad that lay idle on the counter. “No Leo I'm… I have so many questions.” He chuckles through his nervousness. “He recommended me? He's just stepping down?” Logan furrows his brows, annoyed with the anticipation. “Yes of course, Thank you so much Leo” He nods on the final notes, now feeling tears well under his glasses, the brim catching them before they fall. He hangs up the phone, a shuddered breath.

“Love?” Logan eyes him, feeling a pit in his stomach form.

“I'm going to be a city counselor” Patton grins

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“But hes okay?” Patton asks, his hands growing sweaty. James nods, yawning through and through.

“Yeah, I stayed up with him and eventually lured him back to bed” James describes “I think he's getting worse” He sighs, rubbing his forehead. Patton ignores the plethora of texts and phone calls buzzing, knowing the unknown caller means nothing but trouble. “We made an appointment for the doctor this afternoon, I just want him to be ok” James admits

“I know, we all do” Patton thinks back to the restless nights when Roman would stay with him, flinching as he remembered the tight hold he had over the petrified man. “The doctors is a good idea, you're doing everything you can” Patton assures, a grateful smile from James and they continue walking. Spotting the antsy detective instantly, Patton stops the pair. “Just a quick warning, above all else Virgil cares alot about R- his friends-” He corrects, a lifted eyebrow from James. “Don't take it personally, he's just worried”

“Patton!” Virgil calls out, reaching them, Patton takes his shoulder quickly. “Is he ok? What happened? What did you do!?” He turns on James and fast, his temper overtaking.

“Hey” Patton begins gently, a soothing rub on the man's arm “He didn't do anything but help” Patton promises, feeling as though a mediator. “We went through this Virge, remember? Ro’s going to be going through some stuff” Virgil keeps a dead glare on James, the judge keeps his head high in retort.

“He was fine, he's been fine...until you” The detective seethes. James scoff, offended by the accusation. Patton keeps them apart, less than excited for the violent turn this may take. “You did this! You did something” Virgil argues

“Okay no” James replies, Patton sighs knowing this won't take a turn for the better. He feels his stomach churn, a dazed sweat on his forehead forming. Listening as the muffled voices of the pair argue, it must be a reflex he deciphers, feeling sudden arms wrap around him so gently. Expecting more panic instead Patton finds comfort as Logan embraces him from behind, kissing his cheek sweetly. His arms placed ever so carefully on Patton's stomach, meeting the lawyers hands.

“Hi” He whispers as Virgil and James continue. Patton melts into it, feeling this unusual sentiment from Logan so sweet. Though he does wonder what might have slipped into the man's coffee for such affection.

“Hi” He replies softly, spinning so he faces his partner. Logans excitement is obvious as a smirk is placed on his face. “What's gotten into you?” Patton chuckles. A quick turn in Logan's expression, concern. “What is it dearest?”

“I should have-” He straightens himself, adjusting his glasses with a clearing of his throat. “I shouldn't have snuck up on you, I apologize” Patton lets out a soft exhale, a goofy smile. He hadn't noticed, but it had not set anything off in him. In Fact that small moment of surprise felt nice. He moves his arms down, interlacing his fingers with logans.

“I appreciate that but I'm okay” He assures, tuning out the consistent arguing. “Lord almighty will the both of you stop” He begs, Virgil and James turn to him both realizing Logans presence.

“Oh hey Lo” Virgil greets, his tone shifting calmer. Patton rolls his eyes looking between the pair. “When did you get here?” He asks, an innocence to the flutter of his eyes. Neither lawyers amused.

“Whats the disagreement about?” Logan inquires, adjusting so he stands next to Patton, their fingers interlaced in sweet secrecy. Patton fixes his glasses, as he waits for yet another explosion from either of them.

“James here has no regard for Romans health” Virgil spits, a pressed smile as he bats his eyes towards the judge. James stomps an angry foot, feeling trapped in his words. “See?”

“Thats not true” James begins, his voice kept low and steady. “I care a great deal for Roman and have taken the measures I can to help him” James explains, Logan admires his honesty and his level head. Knowing how Virgil's anger and sarcasm can rile a person. “Virgil I understand your upset, I also know your history with Roman and how much you care about him. But I promise, I am doing everything I can to help him” James softens, the detectives' defenses fall as his shoulders hunch. The sweet concern sparking a familiarity in him.

“Whatever” Virgil decides after a moment, keeping his reservations about the judge. He gives the lawyers one more look before taking his leave. His mind carefully flooding with thoughts, wishing to see Romans arrogant smile, galavant down the halls, bellowing with laughter. Feeling alone, by his own hand.

“He does not like me” James states, timid laughter from the group. The people around them combine into one busy noise, each with a duty to fulfill. “Speaking of Roman, I'm going to go check on him” James figures “Ill see you in court mister Hart” With a nod of agreement from Patton, James follows suit and disappears into the marbled halls of the courthouse.

“Excited for court?” Logan lifts Patton's hand, linking their arms instead as they begin walking. A soft chuckle from Patton, prompting his own cluttered thoughts to begin.

“I suppose, Diana is a worthy opponent so far, but it feels like the entire case is stacked against me” He admits, flashing a quick smile to Lia as she leads some children to the daycare. “James is nice enough and I have nothing against him…” Something chews at the tip of Patton's tongue, Logan can tell there is more. There's always more.

“What?” He turns them into his office, closing the door behind him. They take their rightful seats, at least something stays the same.

“Nothing it's silly” He waves away the doubt, wanting to move on quickly. Logan deems this occurrence small, nothing needed to push.

“My mothers are coming to visit” Logan recalls an earlier conversation. Patton beams instantly, his teeth almost blinding with their joy. “I believe that would be an optimal time to inform them of our current relationship, and introduce them formally to the twins” Logan suggests, Patton purses his giggles.

“Yes of course” He jokes, the room stings still with this small moment of comfort.

~~~

“Objection if you claim that your defendants being framed!” Diana cries, the court on the edge of their seats as both lawyers tense in determination.

“Then all the same I ask you where's the proof?” Patton retorts “Every piece of evidence has been circumstantial or proven invalid!” Patton flips through the evidence slides, only proving his words “My client-”

“Lacks a solid alibi!” Diana claims, Patton scoffs, pulling out yet another file.

“Read it and weep” Patton places it on her desk “Every night of every murder accounted for. George couldn't be more innocent if we tried” Patton dusts himself, glancing towards the audience spotting a prideful Logan in his seat.

“Order! Order in the court” James bangs his gavel, every breath silent. “Enough, this is not a playhouse. You will treat my court with respect and follow the rules” He declares, an uneasy glare shared between the lawyers. “Now mister Hart I wont tolerate this behavior, miss Bernard please continue your questioning”

“Your honor-” Patton begins, but the subtle look from James prompts his quick seating. He glance shameful back at Logan, the lawyers stern glare at the judge unmatched. He tried to analyze the man, find his quirks, why was he doing this? The light buzz in his pockets sets Patton off. He raises his hand calmly, alas his foot taps incessantly. James finds the noise an annoyance, turning to Patton.

“Yes mister Hart?”

“I have a call, I need to take it” He doesn't ask, he is past that point with James. After a quick furrow of the eyebrow, James waves him into the hall. Logan eyes him but stays planted. “Mister Hart” He sighs, feeling exhaustion take over.

“Yes I do indeed know this” Pattons heart sinks, the toxic feeling spreads. The voice snickers, a quick chill runs through the mans spine. “Any day now” It threatens, Patton sinks his nails deep into his palm, his forehead drowning. “Seriously, I would say your goodbyes now…”

“Leave me alone” He whispers viciously, begging as he keeps himself calm.

“Nice try” It replies “I'm dying to meet you” It jokes “Soon, but for now...farewell” As the line goes dead, Patton shudders a breath. He shakes away his thoughts returning into the room, Logan stands and is seemingly arguing with James.

“That's unjust your honor” He argues, Patton gives him a glance but the lawyers frustration has taken over. “Shes badgering the witness!” Logan claims, James shares a look with Diana before he turns back to Logan.

“First of all overruled, second if you continue this behaviour I will have my bailiff remove you from my court” James states, adjusting his position as he leans back cavalier. “Mister Hart, please return to your seat” Patton did so, a grateful lock between the lawyers as he passed. Alas Logan was right, Diana was good but she had a temper and it would be fine if James didn't allow her to continue. Patton found himself discouraged yet again, this case was going to kill him.

~~~

“Behave! Please” Emile begs as the children race past him, bouncing as they land on his couch. Remy chuckles following them into the doctor's office, shutting the door. Quieting the busy precinct outside. He cradles Thomas, humming as he sways softly, Emile watches with the gentlest of smiles. Remus grows ansty and begins jumping in place, causing fits of laughter from Valerie and Damian. Soon enough its as loud in there as the outside.

“Hey” Remy starts, he places Thomas into Emiles arms before scooping Remus up in his own. “Why don't you three find something calming to do?” He asks, Remus giggles as he crawls onto the detectives shoulders. Remy adjusts so he can secure the rowdy child. Remus fiddles with Remy's hair, trying to braid the messy fluff.

“May I say hi to Thomas?” Damian asks, tugging ever so sweetly on Remy's pants. Emile stifles a delighted swoon before nodding. Damian returns to the couch, his hands sit in his lap, small taps as he waits for Emile to situate himself. The doctor hands him Thomas, wrapping his arms so he can help Damian. Remy plays with the twins, laughing wildly as they dance around the room. For a moment Remy and Emile meet each others eyes across the room, a shared sparkle of affection, surrounded by this outpour of love and joy.

After what seems like hours the kids find themself exhausted once more, each cuddled together on the couch with one of Emiles blankets sprawled across them for comfort. Remy and Emile sit by the desk, huddled over a now sleeping Thomas.

“Wanna count his toes and fingers again?” Emile whispers, leaning his tired head on Remy's shoulder. Remy places a gentle kiss on his forehead before sinking into the touch.

“I think he still has twelve of each” He teases “Let him rest” Emile chuckles softly, a yawn emerging. “Em?” Remy asks, the doctor nods.

“Hmm?” He hums, stroking Thomas’s head ever so delicately.

“I love you” Remy finds Emiles hand, interlacing their fingers. A lazy gasp from Emile as he sits up to look his partner in his eyes.

“Crazy!” he delights “Cause I love you too” He assures, leaning in for a kiss. Thomas coughs, almost missed in his low tone, but his eyes flutter open. A sense of safety as they land on his parents. Thomas finds Emiles finger and squeezes with all his force, though not much, Emile struggles to hold back his tears. Remy tickles the baby, the lightest of laughs as Thomas feels tired once more. Safe and secure in couples arms he returns once more to the land of dreams, Emile and Remy smile at each other. A family, their family.

Patton was absolutely right

Love does make a family

Nothing else had to matter, some people might not understand that. Why should blood and genetics define the undefinable. Remy and Emile loved each other and they loved Thomas, that was a family. Patton loved his kids and Logan, that was a family. Virgil loved Damian, that was a family. Love was the secret ingredient, whether biological or adopted, maybe a group of friends, a family is what you make of it.

And Remy and Emile had made theirs

~~~

“Objectively that is not the best book ever” Logan drones on, Patton walks alongside him listening intently, while Virgil simply groans. “Ah I see im boring you, I will refrain from this topic any further” He decides, a thankful squeak from the detective, Patton chuckles mindlessly, his tired eyes drifting away.

Logan however wasn't sure why luck had deemed it so but as Gloria walked towards him, he was sure no gods were watching over him. And as her hand flew across his face, he wondered...at what point did that same bejeweled hand fly across Patton's unsuspecting, innocent, face?

“Logan!” Patton cries, moving rapidly towards him, taking his side by the lawyer. “Are you ok?” He questions in a gentle whisper.

“Im fine” He promises, his instinct to get Patton as far away from the woman. But alas the father's sweet concern turns to fiery anger.

“What is wrong with you?!” He forces, Glorias smirk falls away. “Are you insane?” He accuses, Logan keeps a steady hand on his partner. Patton takes a breath shaking his attention away from his mother. “Come on” He takes Logans hand, walking away followed by an angry detective.

“Patton, love im ok” Logan assures as his partner examines his face. Virgil watches, a subtle happiness for his friends.

“Oo nicknames that's adorable!” Roman muses, giddy as he struts into the room. Virgil squeezes his arm, stopping his thoughts. Logan swats sweetly at Pattons hands, taking them so they stop analyzing the slapped area. “Wait what happened?”

“Shh not now” Patton whispers as two children race towards him, jumping into both his and Logan's arms. Remus instantly begins talking Patton's ears off, Valerie simply snuggles into Logan. “Hi humbugs” Patton greets, Logan though wishing to stay gives Patton a knowing glance. “Val come here love” The handoff is simple, a quick kiss to Pattons cheek and Logan accompanied by Roman makes his way out. After a quick farewell Virgil leaves as well, Remy following him.

“They were great” Emile adds as the fours of them head to the office to clean up and get ready. Patton awes as Remus somehow crawls his way into Emiles arms. “Well hello mister”

“Mister pickle!” Remus exclaims, kissing his hands as he places them on Emile's face. They continue, laughing as they recollect the day. “And then we made art! And I got to play with baby Thomas! And he's my other best friend!” Remus smiles, grinning a bit too wide, Patton chuckles but soon that falls away and his heart tightens.

“Liam” He sighs, thinking his fear of the man would have disappeared by now. Emile grasps his hold on Remus, a more secure protection on the boy. “Why are you here?” He asks for what seems the desperate millionth time.

“I wanted to see my kids, and I heard you were moving on...couldn't let that happen” He smiles, a soft lip twitch that Patton had fallen for so many times. Emile brings him back with a gentle touch. “Emile” Liam recognizes

“I have Remy on speedial” Emile threatens, his eyes dead as he watches the only person he would ever dare utter the word hate about. Patton could feel his throat sink as it dried up of all his words, he wanted to run anywhere and yet he couldnt. His feet refused to move, to take a step beyond. “You should go” Emile suggests. Patton nods, not looking him in the depths of his cold eyes.

“Cupcake”

“Liam please stop” Patton pleads as Liam refuses to listen. He whimpers slightly but breathes through his fear. The kisses feel rough, Patton wonders if this is what its supposed to feel like, the force pushing him onto the couch. He tries to slightly move, but feeling his body stiff and pinned. “Liam please, im exhausted” He didnt want to tonight, he didnt have the energy to amuse this sickening feeling.

“Come on cupcake, you love it” Liam places the lie in his ear, backing away for a breath. Liam starts to unbutton his shirt, Patton looks up remembering Logans words. ‘Look up to the sky, past the ceiling and there in the stars is me. You've got this. Breathe’

“Breathe” Patton smiles, he looks to Liam biting his lower lip. “Goodbye Liam” He strides right past, followed by a prideful Emile who cant contain his giggle. “Shush Emile” He teases, his own blush spreading.

“I didn't say a word but…” Emile purses his lips, linking his free arm with Pattons. “Nicely done, im proud of you peaches” The nickname stumbles out, nostalgia hits the pair, the friendship of the fathers re-sparking. “Come on, I'm sure Logan wants to see you and I want to see my precious angel” Emile coos, imagining the small face of his baby, blowing the tiniest of bubbles. Patton catches his dazed eyes, and laughs sweetly.

“I know that look” He remembers, the shame and despair all washed away when he first held the twins. “Im reall-”

Bang

Patton wasn't sure if he heard it right but Emile knew what a gunshot sounded like. He also knew how close that was. He grabs Patton, once more making sure Remus is safe in his arms, he races them into a nearby office. Dropping them to the ground almost instantly.

“Pa-” Emile begins, but Patton hushes him. He clutches him close, also making sure he can feel Remus’s soft hair under his fingers. He knows the feeling of pure fear, he knows how to save face under absolute anxiousness. How and why images of Liam flashed through his head was a different question.

“We have to move” Patton advises, hoping the deafening silence meant an opening. Emile nods, he covers Remus as does Patton with Valerie. They move quickly, a gasp as yet another sound rings out.

Bang

“Guys! In here” They recognize the voice, Willow ushers them in her own face streaked with tears. They follow her in, too much adrenaline runs in them for the terrified feeling to sink in. But as soon as the door shuts closed in an isolated corner, Emile drops heaving to the ground. He cries, trying to stifle it for the sake of his confused and scared children but something is in him, triggering whatever sobs fall out of him.

“Emile I need you to breathe” Patton begs, Diana emerges as she cradles Valerie. Emile shakes his head, apologetic. Another sound shakes their ground, another ear piercing scream. When had Patton become so numb to this? “We have to keep moving” Patton says, supporting Emile and allowing Willow to carry Remus they move once more. Watching familiar faces escape, alas only so many can. Somehow they find themself stuck inside, nowhere to go and so few places to hide.

But yet, they were not alone.

Only their luck would deem it so.

His stupid petty fear was going to get them caught, his silly cries as he banged on the door.

Dammit Liam...why couldn't you have left?

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hargroves-angel · 5 years

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Can we get Billy trying to be a tough guy by taking Dustin’s sister out to see a horror movie only instead of being the big tough guy protecting her from the scary movie he’s the one who needs the comforting. Dustin’s sister being the one to pat his head and tell him that everything was gonna be okay and Billy freaking out over a horror movie would be hilarious

Im not scared…

Summary - Billy decides to take you to watch Children Of The Corn but he doesn’t realise that horror movies don’t really phase you anymore, but they sure as hell scare him.

Warnings - Fluff, Swearing

A/N - Hope you enjoy!

Billy had his arm confidently around your shoulders a smirk playing on his features, he chewed his gum with upmost smugness. He’d scored a date with you, the hottest girl in Hawkins, by doing this he’d not only pissed off all the other boys he’d specifically pissed off Steve who’d been pining after you for ever since he’d met Dustin, and Max was angry too because Dustin was mad about it all. Basically he was pissing off everyone, but you of course.

His plan was to take you to the screening of Children Of The Corn, get you a bit scared so that you’d cuddle into him and he’d be your big protector. He obviously had only met you recently and didn’t know that Horror movies didn’t really phase you, especially after what had happened with Dustins friend El.

The ads started to play, Billy placed the popcorn between the two of you. Occasionally your hands would brush up against eachothers as you reached for the popcorn during the commercials.

The smirk on his face was so smug, Dustin and Billy hated it. Of course they were sat a few rows behind you, watching his fingers as they wrapped around you. Dustin was ready to start running at him, Steve was holding him back. Both sharing a huge popcorn and a drink with two straws staring at the two of you.

The film eventually began. Billy leaned over and whispered into your ear. “You can come a little closer if you’re scared princess” you giggled and rolled your eyes.

“Sure”

As the film went on you almost fell asleep, hoping the damn movie would end, the lame jump scares and blatant gore was nothing compared to what you’d seen already.

Dustin and Steve were scared out of their minds, popcorn cornels by their feet after every violent jerk of their bodies as they got jumpscared.

Billy kept licking his lips, nervous. He would close his eyes at most of the jump scares, too scared to watch. Not that he’d tell you that. He pulled you a bit closer, you nuzzled into his chest, your eyelids getting heavy. Billy has realised that this was a bad idea, you could probably feel his heart beat going through the roof.

“You ok Y/N?” He asked hoping you’d say you wanted to leave because the film was too scary.

He heard no response as he looked down, your eyes were closed.

‘How were you sleeping! This movie was terrifying’

Eventually the credits rolled and Billy thanked his lucky stars. His breathing slowing down, still very on edge.

He gently nudged you off as the lights switched on. Wouldn’t be caught doing something mushy like snuggling especially in public. He was more of sexual PDA like making out or slapping your ass, nothing mushy.

Your eyelids fluttered as you woke up.

“Ugh that film sucked” you yawned. Billy chuckled awkwardly.

“Yep, so boring…” he rubbed the back of his neck and walked with you out of the theatre.

The walk to the car he was terrified, unfortunately Hawkins had wooded areas and fields everywhere around it and so it meant you’d be driving home, in the dark, next to endless fields and scary woods. He placed his arm around your waist and pulled you close, it sort of comforted him.

“You good Hargrove?, you sound like you’re going to start panicking” you referenced his heavy breathing.

“Yeah, Whatever…”

“You sure you’re not scared?” You teased.

“Shut up Henderson” he growled.

“No way! Billy Hargrove is scared!” You giggled wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Shut the fuck up im not fucking scared alright” he snapped opening his door.

“Woah alright, calm down, I don’t care if you got scared…” the whole drive was silent between the two of you the only noise was a low sound from his car radio.

You reached your house. “Thanks, I had a great night” you huffed getting out.

He stopped you.

“Ok fine, I got a bit freaked” he admitted.

“Right.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Can I stay over?” He mumbled.

“What was that hmmm?” You teased.

“Don’t push it” he murmured.

“It’s fine with me, Dustin is with Steve, comforting him as he complains about Billy stealing you away from him some friend and my mom is on a trip with her friends”

You both walked inside. You took him to your room.

He stripped to his boxers and crawled under the covers next to you.

“Don’t say anything” he muttered as he cuddled into you. His head nuzzling into you. He hated admitting things, but he was terrified, there was no way he was going to drive home in the dark alone. You giggled quietly to yourself and stroked his head, playing with his curls.

“You sure we are alone?” he needed some comfort, he was practically shaking. Poor bad boy Billy Hargrove, shaking in his boots.

“Yes Billy it’s ok” you hushed him. “Nothings going to get us” you pressed a soft kiss to his head.

“You tell anyone about this Henderson I’ll leave you” he mumbled into your chest, enjoying the cushioning of your breasts against his face.

“Shhh, let’s just sleep… or else they’ll find us” you whispered.

“Fuck you!” Billy grumbled, sleep over taking him as his breathing slowed and he stopped shaking.

“I like you too” You giggled allowing yourself to fall asleep. Billy was not going to live this down.

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soft-baby-dobrik · 6 years

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ouch // david dobrik

a/n: thank u anon for requesting this bc im soft and in love now.

summary: david does a prank and you get hurt and gets soft

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Everything David did was all in good humor. Nothing was ever meant to harm anyone ever. David wanted good content, but not at the cost or harm of anyone else. So, every time a prank idea rolled around, he always went to the best, most trustworthy, safest person or route. David always did lengthy research and called around to find someone who would be educated, or went to someone he had gone through prior. Even though everyone had a dread towards David’s blindfolding bit, they ultimately obliged because he would not harm anyone. Luckily, you had escaped all the blindfolded surprises, until today. It was mentioned by the suggestion when Zane was asked to lay down.

“What about y/n? She’s never had to do this shit!” Upon Zane’s words, David took his lip and chewed on it, debating the suggestions. You stared at David with big eyes, causing David to immediately dismiss the idea.

“No, Zane, c’mon!” he exclaimed.

“Nah, I ain’t doing that shit. You’re crazy,” Zane said, sassy, with the camera pointed to him. Groaning, David looked towards you, continuing to debate his options.

“y/n, will you?” he asked, continuing to chew on his bottom lip. Gulping, you were unsure of what to say. You were beyond conflicted, part of you was melting and wanted to say yes just for David, but the other part of you wanted to scream no in fear. “Please,” he begged, jutting out his bottom lip.

After a sharp inhale, you responded, “Fine.”

“Thank you!” he grinned. “Come on!” Sighing, you followed him. He pointed his camera towards you. “Alright, lay down, y/n,” he instructed, focusing his camera on you. Uneasily, you found your place on the ground, and looked up to David with worry in your eyes.

“I’m not sure if I want to do this now,” you mumbled, feeling your body tense in anticipation.

“Aww,” David laughed, with a feeling of regret. He couldn’t believe that you were doing this, and he was debating calling it off. “It’s too late!” he exclaimed, placing one of his shirts on your head.

“David,” you whimpered.

“It’s okay! Just stay still,” David said and you closed your eyes. Your eyes clamped shut as something was placed on your body.

“David!” you screamed, only for him to give you some more words of encouragement. A couple more things were place on you and you were then told to remove the t shirt. Hesitantly, you pushed the shirt off your face. Instantly, you felt your stomach drop. There, four snakes slithered on your body. A scream raked through your body as pure fear overtook you.

“Get them off!” you cried out, whimpering as tears pricked at the edge of your eyes. David’s laughter died down as he saw more than fear in your eyes, but complete terror. As one slithered on you and towards your arm, you jerked your arm away, causing it to hiss. You screamed and cried out in pain as the snake sunk its teeth into your arm. That’s when panic took over David’s state. His camera was thrown on the couch and he rushed over to you. The snake kept his teeth latched onto your arm and you screamed in pain as everyone ran into the room. The guy who owns the snakes began to take them off on you and David knelt next to you.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he said, panic flooding through all of them. Your head began to spin and your eyes looked towards him. Someone dialed 911 after David screamed for someone to and began to explain the situation until finally, they were told they’d be on the way. The snake was taken off your arm and your eyes closed. A dizzy feeling took over you as David screamed your name and continued to flood you with apologies until everything went black.

Your eyes blinked open a couple times and you clamped them shut once you saw the bright lights. Whimpers puffed out your lips as you heard the muffled words of some people. Once they heard you making noise, David was glued to your bedside.

“y/n,” he whispered, slowly reaching for your hand. Someone had dimmed the lights and you looked up at David to see him with red, puffy eyes. “y/n,” he repeated, looking down at you with newfound tears.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“I’m so sorry,” he sniffled, holding his hand in yours and rubbing your skin gently. “I was so scared,” he whispered, continuing to delicately rub your skin, scared to hurt you or cause you any more pain.

“How ya doing, champ?” Jason asked, knowing you’d laugh at his nickname he called you, which you did, causing you to go into a fit of coughing. “Shit, sorry,” Jason said before pointing to the door and leaving the room.

“Hey, baby,” Corinna said, lovingly, coming over to kiss your forehead, like the best friend she was. “We’re going to leave you two alone,” she said before everyone else filed out of the room. You furrowed your eyebrows as she shot back an evil smile. Your gaze turned back to David’s to see him still standing, hovering over you.

“What’s going on?” you asked, with a slight croak in your voice. David noticed and got you some water from where he was sat before and gave you some. Once you drank some, David quietly sat down on the hospital bed.

“I wanted to talk to you one-on-one,” he said, finally bringing his gaze up to look you in the eyes. His hand held yours once again and he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, soothingly. “y/n, I was so fucking scared, and I had no idea that they would bite you or hurt you, and I’m so fucking sorry-“ he cut himself off to take a deep breath.

“David, I know it was an accident,” you said, giving his hand a small squeeze.

“It doesn’t matter because it happened and I know it was dramatic because you weren’t going to die, but the first thing I thought of was what if something happened so bad that I lost you and I panicked. I was so fucking scared, y/n and I couldn’t not tell you that I care about you so much and I have cared about you in this way, in a more than a friend way since the second week of knowing you,” he rambled our, so quickly, that it took you a couple extra seconds after he finished speaking to comprehend what he said, but once it did, you smiled at him. Once you smiled, David didn’t wait another second before leaning towards you and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“So, it took you making me go to the hospital to tell me you liked me?” you teased, making David’s jaw tense.

“y/n, it’s not funny,” he breathed, still clearly angry at himself.

“You know I forgive you right?” you said, gently, placing your other hand on his upper arm. “And, I like you too,” you added, making him give you a side smile.

“I’m gunna buy you a Tesla,” David said, making you laugh loudly.

"Or you could just cuddle me,” you mumbled. Hesitantly, he leaned back into the hospital bed and you laid your head on his chest. His fingers ran through your hair.

“I owe you more than a Tesla and cuddles,” David mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Yea, maybe a date,” you shrugged, closing your eyes.

“Yea a date to fucking Hawaii,” he grumbled, still a little angry at himself.

“David, look at it this way. If you didn’t do this, then you still would have been too pussy to say all this,” you said, looking up at him.

“Hey, you could have made a fucking move too,” he shot back, making you giggle.

“But you’re the boy so you’re supposed to,” you teased, a smile on your lips.

“How do you look so good in a hospital gown and after passing out?” David mumbled, beyond serious. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m serious! You’re so damn beautiful.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, shaking your head.

“See, now that we’re dating, I can say that whenever I want,” David grinned.

“Oh so we’re dating?” you asked, teasing him.

“Well, I mean, shit, I put you in the hospital so life is short or some shit, so yes we’re dating,” David rambled, making you laugh.

“More than fine by me,” you smiled, kissing him again. He smiled as you pulled away before he leaned in again to kiss you.

“You’re my girlfwiend,” David grinned, making you shake your head.

“Boyfwiend,” you giggled as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

a/n: YEEEET idk what the fuck is wrong with me but i struggled to finish this but hope u liked it ok sry this lowkey sucks

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thespace-dragon · 7 years

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*completely ignores the last update time and posts this* hahha hey guys!! yes i havent forgotten about this and tbh, im procrastinating on other fics with this, sooooooo have some langst~

Summary: On the battlefield, anything can happen. Never turn a blind eye to the possibilities.

WC: 2470

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

Ao3

Alright, so the bonding time he had with Blue didn’t go that great. It was fine, it was the first time they tried it – well, second, but the first time was pretty much an emergency. They had to bond a little or else the Galra would have erased them from the universe.

So, yeah, bonding only happened for the sake of survival.

Keith led Lance out of the cockpit and walked beside him while they meandered throughout the castle. If Lance ignored the way Keith’s jacket shifted (he could hear it since it was the only leather thing on this ship), he could have almost passed the silence off as comfortable. Lately, the two of them have been spending more time together, but it wasn’t a major thing. Like, it wasn’t as if they were actively seeking each other out, it just happened. Mostly when Lance disappeared for too long and Keith came and found him, but after that when Keith knew he was okay, he stuck around. Lance was ready to call them friends in terms of their relationship instead of teammates. Which was a significant shift from teammate and rival.

Keith’s jacket squeaked a little for the umpteenth time and Lance swore it was as if Keith was turning to look at him, think about it, and then look away.

“Okay, what gives.”

He heard Keith stumble slightly before recovering. “Nothing.”

"Keith, you jacket makes a noise every time you turn to me, and it's happened like five times. It's obviously something." Lance nudged him in what he hoped was Keith's arm.

The red paladin grumbled something under his breath.

“Ya know, I may be blind, and my hearing is wonderful, but it’s not that great. You gotta speak up, Keith.”

Keith sighed and pulled Lance to a stop with a hand on his elbow. Lance crossed his arms and faced Keith’s general direction.

“I’m over here, you idiot,” Keith muttered, gently turning him.

“Oh, thanks…”

His friend sighed again and shifted his feet, the soles rubbed against the floor. Lance waited.

After a moment, Keith spoke, “Why were you crying inside your lion?”

Lance sucked in a breath and looked away. He felt like his body was gearing up to cry again – his chest suddenly hurt, his head pounded and his heart felt like it stopped for a moment.

“You don’t have to tell me everything, I was just… just curious.” Keith buried his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Just making sure you’re doing okay. As a friend.”

Lance shoved his own hands into his pockets, wriggling his toes inside this shoes. “Yeah, I’m okay, was just trying to bond with Blue.”

“And it didn’t go well?”

Lance frowned and looked down, blinking back his tears. He tried to keep his eyes closed as much as possible, everyone's reactions were nearly the same when he opened them out of habit. They either flinched away or immediately switched to doting on him. He'd rather keep his eyes closed and hide as much of the damage as possible.

“Yeah… it didn’t.”

Keith shifted again. “I’m sure she will come around.”

Lance nodded and bit his lip. He desperately wanted Blue to bond with him, he just didn’t know how to reach that point. Not even Keith had reached that level with Red.

“That’s the hope.”

Keith patted his shoulder and nudged him into walking again, the same direction they were going before they stopped. “You could always talk to Shiro, he was able to get the Black Lion to bond with him enough so he could see through her.”

“Wait, how’d you know –”

Lance could almost hear Keith roll his eyes and smirk. “C’mon Lance, it’d be the most logical thing to do.”

“Haha, okay wise guy, you haven’t managed to perfect that skill either.”

Keith laughed. “I know. And that’s the reason why you should talk to Shiro, he has.”

Lance raised his eyebrows in awe; Keith the Garrison’s best fighter pilot after Shiro, mister perfection himself, admitted to not having done something.

“Okay, who are you and what have you done with Keith?”

“Uh, nothing? I’m still me.”

“Riiiight, I so totally believe you.”

Keith laughed again and bumped shoulders with Lance. He could feel the tension melt away as they joked around a little. It felt like Lance wasn’t even blind.

The next day, Lance was wandering around, looking for Shiro. He missed meal time, something that had become a habit lately. It was hard to sleep when everything was already dark. Lance's internal clock was knocked out of rhythm and now he has the hardest time figuring out when it was the day cycle or the night cycle. And by the time he did – mostly because of Hunk's snoring – it was already well into the wee hours of the morning. When he fell asleep, it was still fitful and full of tossing and turning before his mind exhausts itself and lets him fall into unconsciousness.

So here he was, searching for their oh-so-awesome leader and ask him how the heck he managed to bond with the Black Lion so well after slurping down a bowl of food goo.

“Dammit, Shiro, where are y-”

Lance bounced off a solid and quite warm wall before hands grabbed his shoulders to keep him from falling.

“You okay, Lance?” Shiro asked.

Well, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Lance rubbed his nose gingerly, it was smarting a little after running into Shiro. The guy really needed to take a break, those muscles were like rocks.

“Yeah, I’m fine, was actually looking for you.”

Shiro chuckled and turned Lance around to walk in the direction that he was originally heading. He kept a light hand on Lance’s shoulder.

“Okay, what’s up?”

Lance gnawed on his bottom lip for a second before diving right in. “Do you remember when we were on Arus and we just got all the Lions together? Like, the training exercises that Coran put us through?”

He heard Shiro sigh. “All too well, but what about them? Does this have something to do with your sight?”

“Yeah. Remember that one flight exercise we did where we had to see through our lions?”

“You mean the one where you and Keith raced to see who could hit that ground fastest?”

Lance scowled and flopped his hand around. “Okay, that was not the point, but if that’s the way you remember it, sure, that one.”

The older paladin laughed and patted Lance’s shoulder. “Meant nothing by it, but yes, I do remember.”

They turned a corner, Shiro gently guiding Lance along as they walked to wherever Shiro was going. From the way their steps echoed around them, they had to be close to the control room or the giant ballroom where they hosted the Arusians. Something told Lance it was the control room.

“Okay, so, how did you figure it you?” Lance asked, turning his head towards Shiro. “I’ve been trying to figure it out but it’s not working.”

He felt Shiro’s fingers tighten slightly. It was no secret to him that Shiro wasn’t exactly all for the idea of Lance still piloting the Blue Lion, but what choice did they have? Lance was still alive and Blue had roared oppressively when Shiro suggested that they find a new paladin. Blue was even averse to letting Allura pilot her, and that was saying something.

Shiro took a deep breath. “I trusted my lion to guide me.”

Lance’s jaw dropped. “That’s it?”

Through the hand on his shoulder, Lance felt Shiro shrug. “That’s it. We know the Blue Lion and you are both very trusting, it’s your natures. But I trust everything to my lion, she will get me out of situations in ways that I won’t think of.”

“But I do trust Blue!”

“I know you do, Lance. We all trust our lions, but it’s whether or not you trust her enough to see through her.”

Lance ducked his head and chewed on his lip more. Of course he trusted Blue, she was constant just like Hunk has been throughout his whole life. She comforted him when he couldn’t go to anyone else. She cared. She loved him. And he felt that same way towards her. He wouldn’t trade his lion for the world, not even being top of the class at the Garrison to lord it over Keith. He was proud to be the Blue Paladin of Voltron, he was proud to pilot the Blue Lion, and she was proud to have him. They worked, they clicked in ways that Lance never thought he would click with anyone or anything.

Shiro squeezed his shoulder. “Give it another shot, but Lance…”

He shrugged Shiro's hand off. Guess that hasn't changed. "I'm not giving up, Shiro. I’m going to pilot the Blue Lion.”

Lance spun on his heel and walked away from Voltron’s head, hand trailing along the wall to guide him. He was going to get this. Blue rumbled reassuringly in the back of his mind, guiding him to her. Looked like it was going to be another day spent in her hangar.

Hours passed and nothing. Absolutely nothing. Blue was there and not there at the same time and Lance hadn't felt this frustrated since struggling to become a fighter pilot – something he never really achieved but surpassed by becoming a paladin.

He thrust the controls away from him and pounded his fists on the armrests of his seat.

“Come on, Blue! Help me out here, what am I doing wrong?” he asked to the air. “Why can’t we get this!?”

His lion purred sympathetically, wrapping around him like a comfort blanket. He was so close to breaking down again. He’s missed the team training again, and lunch, and a meeting that Allura wanted to hold. Lance had ignored the call in favor of figuring out this damned ability with his lion. A fat lot of good that did.

He slumped in his seat and let out a rush of air. The inky black that surrounded him was oppressive, a constant reminder that he would amount to nothing. Not a fighter pilot, and now not even a paladin of Voltron. If he couldn’t figure this out, there was no point in keeping him here on the team. He couldn’t help Coran fix that ship, he couldn’t pilot the ship either since it was a job for Allura. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t analyze data. He couldn’t even cook.

So what good was he?

Lance ran a hand down his face. The darkness crowded closer and if it was even possible, it felt thicker.

Yeah, he wasn’t worth much. Just a hindrance now.

Blue growled at him and pushed against his mind. She shoved images in his head: him making the team laugh, him consoling Hunk when things got too much, him helping Pidge as best as he can with her tech, him saving Coran, and finally, him shooting down all those Galra on the mission that cost him his sight. Each shot saving Keith and Pidge.

You are valuable she was trying to tell him.

Tears pricked his eyes and he stifled a small hiccup. “Thanks, Blue.”

She rumbled again, sounding so much like his mother scolding him for not believing in himself.

But once the feelings started, they were hard to stop. The darkness he was surrounded him felt wet, as much as Blue could tell him that he was needed and wanted as much as she wanted, he still couldn’t fight the feeling of being overlooked and shoved aside because he wasn’t useful.

Shiro’s words echoed in his head. Trust your lion.

He slid further down the chair, slouching heavily. “I don’t get it, Blue. I trust you, I trust you with my life and then some. I know you wouldn’t have chosen me if there wasn't something you saw in me. But I still don't get it."

He heard the hangar door swish open – the one leading outside, to the inky blackness filled with stars and planets and asteroids.

“Blue?” Panic shot through him and he grabbed at the controls. “Blue, you can’t – I can't! I can't see anymore, what if – what if we run into something!"

Blue growled, sounding like she was rolling her eyes and launched herself out of the castle.

“BLUE!” Lance screamed, pulling at the controls to pull her to a stop.

She kept going. His lion revved up her engines and the g-forces forced him into his seat. Lance grit his teeth and gripped the controls harder, pulling them back so much that he nearly touched the armrests of his chair.

What felt like light-years later, Blue finally stopped and Lance found his breath. He leaned forward over his knees and heaved air in and out of his lungs.

“Blue, where are we?”

His dashboard pinged and he knew coordinates were displayed. He groaned and sat up, tossing his head back. Since he was alone, he blinked his eyes open. His sight still revealed nothing, it wasn’t even a shade lighter with his eyes open.

Blue rumbled, telling him to lower his head and face forward. She was being extra bossy today, something she had to have picked up from Red over the last ten thousand years. Lance closed his eyes again, not like keeping them open was doing anything.

His lion growled, feeding him vague instructions just like the first time he flew her. Slow your breathing, open your mind, and trust me.

If he was being honest, he was ecstatic that he was out of the castle for once, and flying Blue again was his dream but the situation had him on edge. Never had Blue done something on her own before – not like how the black and green lions protecting Shiro and Pidge from that Robeast crash landing on Arus, and definitely not like Red launching herself after Keith every time he ejected himself into space.

No, Blue and Yellow never acted out like the other lions. Then again, their paladins rarely got into serious trouble without anyone else there to help them.

The Blue Lion roared at him sharply, almost bark, and it forced Lance to focus his mind back on what she told him to do. He took multiple deep breaths, calming himself. It felt just like when had those mind-melding exercises and he found himself slipping into his meditative state. Blue purred approvingly. She knew her paladin was capable, he just needed to be pushed in the right direction sometimes.

Slowly, the farther and farther Lance fell into meditation, his mind opened. He welcomed Blue into his mind. She curled around him and spun his mind around, aligning it with hers.

Open your eyes.

Lance opened his eyes.

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