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part two to the unnamed chapter from like a few days ago!! honestly, im suprised people liked it. like i didnt think it would get good stuff. like i dindt think it was bad, but im like the hype has died down anyways!! we meet the man, the myth, the devil himself!!
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You can hardly keep your eyes open. Even with the soft yellow glow of the light, it's far too bright for you. Shutting your eyes only brings you a bit of solace. You're somewhere soft, something light and feathery pulled over you, and you shift your shoulder blades to pull your wings closer to your body, and instead you sob, the pain sharp and unforgiving to your frail body.
Did you fall? No, maybe you slept on them wrong. You don’t have to think about stretching your wings, it was always second nature, as easy as blinking and as easy as moving your arm. You’d stretch your wings, and you’d ask Adam to help you preen your wings. You shift, and something feels empty, it feels light, lighter than air. You can’t remember your wings feeling so light, not unless you were flying. You’d hate to have messed up your wings over something as frivolous as falling.
Memories rush in, fragmented, only the beginning pieces clear enough for you to remember. Your eyes snap, and you’re met with harsh lighting. You see nothing but wood and stone, and a home that is not yours, and you groan into something soft under you. Moving your arm is painful, it feels bent and sore, and you reach for feathers, and find nothing. Your cries bury themselves into something plush, something that soaks your tears and drool and leaves only a patch behind. A hand pats softly against your arm, and you flinch. 
A voice shushes out to calm you. “It's okay. You're safe. I'm not here to hurt you,” they whisper. “Just relax, and try not to move. You still haven't recovered.”
Even if they speak softly to you, it's far too loud. The words echo in your head, and attempting to think about where you are and who you're with is making you nauseous. Or perhaps it's the sickly honeyed scent that is thick in the air. 
“‘S too sweet,” you slur, clawing at fabric beneath you. You regret speaking, the movement making your already sore jaw ache further, the joints pushing into your splitting skull. Your head pulses and your mouth is cotton filled, thick and impossible to speak. “Where?” You hope that someone will give you an answer to where you are. Or at least what you're on.
“Oh, thank you,” a voice chirps. 
“Don't think it was a compliment Bee,” a thick accent says in a hushed voice.
“Well I'm taking it as one,” the voice huffs.
“You're at my home,” the gentle voice is back. “You're in a spare bed. Just try to relax.” You can’t relax with all the sound, and when you try to tell him that, you only murmur, slurring letters together. “I know, I know.” He doesn’t, but you can’t correct him. “Just try not to move so much.” It's quiet again, a silence that stretches and fills the void with nothingness. The smell and the shuffling of bodies is the only indication that you aren’t alone, that you haven’t been left yet. 
“Luci, mate, you sure it's a good idea to have an angel laying around?” You hear the chime of bells, and you want everything to stop. 
“They aren't an angel,” a voice retorts. A hand places itself over your bicep, and squeezes you softly.
“Yeah, but like, it’s still a bit dangerous, isn’t it?” The voice is much more feminine, and you can hear a buzz when they speak, a low hum that doesn’t stop. “Having one of them just on your bed.”
“A spare bed,” the voice corrects. The bed dips beside you, your fingers tap against the mattress. “It was dangerous when we were first here,” snapping at the other, before sighing. “It’s been a long time since another angel has fallen.” 
“Lucifer, honey,” this voice is smoother than the others, and you wish they would all stop talking. “What’s the plan here?” Someone makes a noise of confusion. “They aren’t an angel anymore, if anything, they’re a walking target. We don’t even know if they’re an Exorcist.”
“Heaven hasn’t cast out an Angel in so long,” the voice says softly, a finger tracing shapes onto your arm. “And I highly doubt they’re an Exorcist. I can almost- I’m positive that they aren’t.”
An Exorcist. That’s what they think. Lute flashes in your mind, and Adam follows, weapons ready, and thinking hurts far too much. You groan, nuzzling into the pillow, trying to tune out the sounds. You need them to stop talking.
A hand pats at your arm, and soon you feel fingers tangle themselves into your hair. Fingertips ghost alongside the tender part of your scalp. The voice hushes you, lulling you back into a state of unconsciousness. “I’m sorry,” they whisper, “we must be too loud for you.”
“Lucifer, I know you’re still-” the person pauses- “upset-” they sound unsure of the word they’re using- “about the last few years, but you can’t take on a pity project.”
Lucifer. They keep saying- oh shit. You let out a whimper. You don’t know if you’re thankful for being found by him, or if it’s a curse to be found by him. He shushes you once more, massaging gently at your scalp. 
“Yeah-” the buzzing is louder this time- “you know, if you were lonely, you could have just said something. I got some cute little hounds that need loving homes, ya know? And uh, they’re cute-” they hiss that word and you furrow your brows- “and practically housebroken.”
“Luci, it’s not like they’re worth much. I mean look at ‘em. I don’t even think I remember seein’ them back up when we were there, so they gotta be new or somethin’.”
The hands still, fingertips pressing into the tenderness of your head. You let out a low sound, and give a soft nudge of your head for the person- Lucifer you presume, to let go. He apologizes, soothing over the spot where he’s touched. “It’s not- They aren’t a pity project. This isn’t that. Don’t you remember how bad it was. How painful it was to fall. At least we had each other. We were stronger than most angels.” You wish they would all stop talking. Especially when they refer to falling, you can't stand to hear it. “They have no one. This is- I just want them to feel safe.” His words come to a slow stand, and if it didn’t hurt to cry, you’d sob at the reminder of your punishment. “Their wings were ripped from them, they weren’t even allowed to heal.”
“Well it ain’t like Heaven is known for their leniency.”
“Listen, Lucifer, we’re just saying that you’ve been having a lot of big emotions recently, and maybe nursing someone back to health isn’t what you need right now.” Lucifer- at least you’re assuming- makes a noise in protest at what the other voice is stating. “What’s the long-term plan, hm? You fix them and then what? Do they live here? Do you kick them out? Take them over to Charlie?”
The room is still, the buzzing has quieted down to a hum, and you feel sleep grasp onto you once more. “You should all go.” The group protests immediately, voices overlapping one another, the buzzing higher, and scent of sweets and leather grows and irritates you further. Your head pounds, banging against your skull. You shift, pulling at the wounds, and a cry muffles itself into your pillow. “It’s okay, you’re okay” the voice says in a hushed voice, palms pressed flat against you, cooling your feverish body. “I’ll give you something right now to help the pain.” He clears his throat away from you. “I have to think about things. I’ll make sure to give you updates as they come along, but for now, I’ve taken up enough of your time.” He pauses. “You should return back to your rings.”
The buzzing quiets down, and footsteps shuffle out. It's a mess of steps, puttering and pattering along the floor, and the sound is [welcomed] by silence. A door clicks shut, and you hear no lock. 
Thinking if you're a prisoner or not is too much of a task right now. The strength of the saccharine scent has left with its owner, and instead now gently wafts in the air. Somewhere on the other side of the room, you hear a sigh.
“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have been having that conversation with you in the room.” You let out a short huff in response. “It won’t happen again, okay? We must have been loud for you, huh?” With all the strength that you can muster, you give a short nod. “Let me go get you something for the pain, okay?” You feel a soft hand over your bicep, giving you a soft squeeze. The hand lingers with fingertips that kiss over your skin in feather light touches as they pull away. 
You drift between consciousness and unconsciousness, unable to fully sleep, but you don’t register anything that happens. All that you’re aware of is that someone is back in the room with you. He’s beside you, something plastic touching against your lips and the thick taste of medicine is bitter on your tongue. 
“I’m going to light some incense, okay?” You’d rather he give you water or anything else to wash the taste off. “You just let me know if it’s too much.” The scent is much calmer compared to the sickly sweet one from earlier. “I had Belphegor send me some sleeping aids. I believe it’s the only reason you’re able to get some actual rest.” Your lips mouth the words “thank you”. Something soft and warm covers you, and you feel yourself sink further into the mattress. “I don’t know how much of your power was stripped, or how much you even had to begin with. Mammon was right about that, you are a newer angel, you might not even be able to do much other than heal.” His voice is growing harder to understand, it’s fading into the back, and sleep pulls you further in. “However, I wouldn’t ask you to even attempt to heal yourself- not in this state,” he whispers.
“Taste bad,” is all that you can mutter. Your head pounds, and it feels like it’s swelling. Each word that you speak is laid thick and slurred together. Every syllable only brings you sickness and an ache in your skull.
“I know,” he sighs. “The medicine here doesn’t taste good, but there’s not much that I can do about it.” A cloth dabs at your mouth. “Hell is supposed to be a punishment after all,” he says with a humorless laugh. “I’m- I’m sure that Heaven’s medicine is still divine as ever,” they mumble with a heavy weight on the words. 
“Like nectar,” you speak softly, the memory of it faint on your tongue. 
Something brushes along your face, and you feel the pull of sleep. “Yeah,” he breathes out, “like nectar.”
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Knocking on the door disrupts your sleep. Something gargles sounds on the other side of the door. In your mind, it’s too faint to make anything out. You hear the squeak of the door open, and through bleary eyes, you make out two tall figures. Again, they speak to you, and you nod back to sleep.
You feel the latex of gloves touch your body, knuckles the brush against the nape of your neck and hands that grab your arms, ready to still you as you tense. “We’re just changing your bandages.” You shake your head. “It’ll be quick, just stay still.” You’d rather deal with an infection than with how the doctors treat you. You recall a voice making an argument that you’re not welcomed here, that you're an angel in a land of sin. 
“No, no,” you mutter, tears staining your face and wetting the pillow. You feel the cold breeze on your back, whispering over your wounds. The stickiness of the gauze peels away from you, and you can smell the stench of it- metallic, rich and earthy. Something so sweet, and it disgusts you and the doctors. 
Their hands grip tighter onto you, holding you down and you yelp. “Stay still.” You recall many moons ago how Lute told you something similar. How her words were laced with sorrow and false bravado. These doctors, these demons, spit the words at you, and hold you down. 
Your hands claw at the mattress, your screams echoing against the wall, bouncing and ringing in your ears. Light blinds you immediately as your eyes flash open, and your head is head, pushed down onto the mattress, as curses are spit onto you. You’re in Hell. Your teeth find themselves tearing into the pillow, drool pooling into a puddle and tears slipping down.
“Just,” they grunt, and press firmly down on your back, “stay still.” You gasp for breath, kicking and digging your knees into the bed. “Please,” they beg, and you fall, your body limp and heavy on the bed. 
As quick as it started, it ends just as quick. You’re left sobbing, gasping for breath, and despite the pain, and tearing open the wound, you hug yourself, your nails scratching against the cloth. They’ve placed it far too tight for you. 
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Only a few weeks pass when you’re finally cognitive. When your head isn’t splitting at every noise, and you can move somewhat without risking any pain or even your fear of opening the wounds back open. You stay as still as possible, and try not to do any sudden movement that would stretch your back. Lucifer has attempted to reassure you that you’re fine now, that combined with Hell’s magic and his own blessing, you should be fit to move around. Of course, you will be sore, that can only go away with time. 
“You’ll be left with scars. That can’t be helped,” he told you, his eyes focused on how your hands fist the blanket, “but you’ll be okay.” He gives you a tender smile, and you cling to it in the night.
Once you were in a proper headspace, you knew you shouldn’t have been surprised to know that it was him taking care of you. From what you can faintly recall in one of the many conversations that he’s had in the room as you recovered, he knows what it’s like to be cast out. 
However, you are surprised at how caring and patient he is. That despite you being able to do most things on your own without stumbling, he is still beside you, keeping you company and comforting you when he has to change the bandages. He hardly lets anyone else do it after you complained about doctors accidentally wrapping the bandages too tight. His gentleness is a mask for his pity, and he can never meet your eyes without looking away. 
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You’re laid on your stomach, and your only entertainment is wondering what could be inside the bedside drawers. While moving does not cause as much discomfort as it once did, you don’t risk stretching. You sit straight, and you look at the wall, and dare not to stretch your arms. Pillows have been fluffed and placed to create a soft barrier between you and the headboard of the bed. Knuckles rap against the door in a rhythm, and you stare at the wall in front of you. You wait for a second, and with a breath, you allow for the person to enter. 
“Hello,” Lucifer calls. “I’ve brought you some fruit. I’m sure that you must have been feeling peckish.” You give no reply. “I uh- I also brought some books.” The bowl of fruit is balanced above the small stack of books. “I was thinking that I’ll get you a television or something soon. But maybe some literature would be good for you.” He rests the tower on the dresser, and grabs the bowl between his hands. 
You should reply to him. You should tell him thank you- not just for the books and the bowl of fruit, but for housing you, for caring for you. But you cannot. Not when he’s a constant reminder of where you are. 
“I was wondering if there was any type of genre that you might like.” He sounds hopeful, wanting to continue a conversation with the husk in front of him. “It would be no trouble to get them to you.” 
His smile is stretched thin, and it looks painful. All of this is painful. Your eyes flitter over to the fruit bowl, and you wonder how you’d feed yourself when stretching your arms still pulls at the scars. 
“Would you like some?” He leans towards you, and you have the mental image of being some hurt bird being nursed back to health. “I had some demons go over to Earth and get some for you. I thought you’d prefer this over the food that we have here. Since you aren’t accustomed to Hell’s food, yet.” You stay silent, and after a moment he sighs. His heels click against the floor, and the bowl is placed on your lap. “You know,” he starts, “it would help if you talked. I know what you’re going through, and you can’t- you shouldn’t isolate yourself.” When you refuse to answer, he sighs. “Well, if you need something, just let me know.”
Despite not wanting to be here, of not having any need to want to continue your existence, you have grown a strong dislike of being alone in this room. You have no idea if he’s isolating for your own safety, or for some other nefarious reason. He clasps the door knob around his hand, and twists it. You wet your lips, and you need someone to talk to. 
“Lucifer?” You croak out, and you surprise yourself with your voice. You hadn’t heard it in so long, past the screaming and the tears. He turns to you, taking a step closer, and his hand returns the door knob to its closed position. “Can you stay?” You feel sick looking at the fruit. “Please?”
With a gentle smile, he nods his head. “Of course.” He grabs a chain from the corner of the room and carries it to sit beside you. It’s a deep wooden color, intricate designs carved into the legs of the chair, and a deep red cushion that is stitched into the seat and the back. 
The silence between the two of you is broken by the crunch of the fruit. You pierce a grape with the silver tines of the fork, and your body aches with the movement to bring it up to your mouth. The sweet juice does nothing to aide in your brooding and the awkward silence. 
He’s right, and you know that. You have to try. He’s the only contact that you have. Adam always hated how you’d hide your emotions, how you rather shut the world off, and at least that hasn’t changed since your falling. You need to talk to him. You can see the attempt that Lucifer has been making in order to keep you happy, to make your time here just a bit more bearable. You suck in your lower lip, and let your tongue brush over where your teeth have grazed.
“I was promised a trial,” you start. His eyes are on you, and you see him fiddle with his tie. “They promised it would have been fair.” You frown, and shake your head, an ache heavy in your chest. “I was so hopeful that it would have been.” The fruit is bitter on your tongue and you force yourself to swallow it.
After a moment’s silence, he speaks. “Who would have been the judge?”
The apple is pierced between your teeth, the skin ripping from the flesh of the apple. It was cute with care, no hint of the core tarnishing the fruit, ripe and perfect, only to be mauled by your teeth. “Father.” You swallow the fruit. “Or perhaps one of the Virtues.” Oranges are peeled, torn apart from the other slices, the piths of white removed. “I was worried that I would have fallen, even before I was given my verdict. My-” you look at Lucifer, and you remember who he has stolen- “I feared that I would have fallen, because I didn't matter. No one questions Heaven’s beliefs, not since-” you glance at him, and he turns his head- “I was sure I would have met the same fate.” The sweetness of the strawberries make your jaw tingle and ache. “And I did.”
“I’m sorry.” You hold the fork tightly, the silver pressing into the flesh of your palms. “The fear you had must have been,” he pauses, “intense.”
There is no one better who understands, other than Lucifer himself. You nod, and let the fork ding against the glass of the bowl. “I was good. I did what was needed of me, I didn’t dare speak out of turn.” You think of how Adam would run his mouth, how every other word would be a curse, would be of anything lewd. “Perhaps I wasn’t as good as I thought I was. Not if a question were enough to have me expelled from Heaven.” 
A gloved hand reaches, and falls just before your thigh. A gold band hugs at his finger, and you’re surprised to have yet seen his wife. Feeling your stare, he turns his hand, and lets the other fingers hide the symbol of matrimony. 
“Sometimes, that’s all it takes,” he says quietly, his tone soft, and wistful. “But, if it makes you feel any better, Hell has some redeeming qualities. It’s not all pain and suffering.” You look at him, and he gives you a smile. “We have an amusement park. There’s a uh-” he scratches the back of his neck, his gaze pointed elsewhere and checks flushing- “ride modeled after me.”
The corners of your lips turn, and you narrow your eyes at him. “After you?” You ask, an elfish tinge laced into your words.
“Shaped like my head.” A finger makes a circle in front of his face.
You scoff out a laugh, and the sound surprises you. You attempt to hide the smile, but when the corners still turn upwards, you look at your lap. “You are the Avatar of Pride after all,” you tell him, the lilt faint on your words.
“It’s actually very impressive,” he points out. “A whole ride dedicated to my likeness.”
“The line for it must be awful.” The juice of the fruit is thin on your tongue. “Heaven has zoos. There’s an area where you get to feed the birds out of the palm of your hand.” You push the fork upwards with the knuckle of your index. “They hardly ever peck your palm, but when they do, we call them kisses from one of Father’s creations.”
He snorts, and shakes his head. His smile is soft, and there's a lingering sadness to it before it falls. “Down in the Wrath ring, there are livestock shows where you’ll find horse bucking and catching the flamed greased pig.” You give him a look, and he smiles. “It’s not as nice as the zoo, I’m sure, but it’s just as entertaining.” He leans back on his chair. “Sometimes I would take my daughter.”
“Your daughter?” You knew of his wife, but you hadn’t realized that they had a child. “I didn’t know you had a daughter.”
He winces, and nods sheepishly. “Charlie,” he tells you her name. “I think you’d like her- she’s peppy.” He gives you a tense smile, and looks away. “We don’t talk as much as we used to.”
You frown. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
He shakes his head, and lets out a sigh. He sits straighter, and pulls his shoulders back. “How are the bandages?” You roll your ankles, unsure what to make of the sudden shift in conversation. “They’re not too tight are they?” It’s not your place to pry, and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable when he’s the one caring for you.
“No, Lucifer,” you answer. “They’re fine. Thank you.”
He nods, and you can tell he’s grown uncomfortable now. You don’t blame him. “Of course. I wanted to make sure that you were comfortable. As much as possible.” 
A silence befalls between the two of you. You bite into the fruit, and force yourself to swallow it. The nectar is sweet and makes your jaw ache. Beside you, Lucifer clears his throat, and you turn to him.He looks away, his eyes trained on the walls.
“If I may ask, I- Well you see, you know my name-” he looks at you again, and you tap your nails against the glass- “and I don’t know yours.” Your eyes widen, and you try to think back on when you might have whispered your name to him, but you can’t recall it. “I just- I was thinking since you’re here, and I’ve changed your bandages, I thought, that I should be calling you by your name.”
“My name?” You whisper, and you feel silly for keeping it close to you. For just a fraction of a second, for some far away thought to be held, that you didn’t want to share the last thing that ties you to Heaven.
“If only that’s okay. If not, we can come up with a nickname or something.”
You shake your head. You’ve kept your name to yourself, and you wonder if your pain-induced haze, if he’s ever asked you for it. You stretch your lips, and wet your tongue. “Did you ever ask for it,” you hold the words on your tongue, and they are heavy like wine, “when I was in and out?”
“Yes,” he confesses. “You wouldn’t answer.”
A name given by Heaven; whispered to you gently in the arms of Father, as sunlight shined down upon you and warmth surrounded you in your creation. It’s silly, and childish to cling to it, to hold onto it like a child holds onto their blanket, but it’s all that you have left. Everything else was stripped from you, taken and tossed aside, and you wonder if your name even holds any significance back home. 
You turn to Lucifer, and your name is heavy on your tongue, bitter like wine, and it’s your name, fitting you like a glove that will fit no other. 
Lucifer repeats your name, whispering it under his breath, tasting it between his canines and tongue, and you watch him. Chills run down your spine, and the feeling is not unpleasant. He catches your eyes, and his cheeks flush, the red spots darkening, under your gaze. He calls your name once more, louder and clearer, want held between the vowels, as if to savor your name, to savor what you’ve given to him. 
You nod, your chest aflame, as if you’ve done something scandalous. You can’t trust your voice, not when he's looking at you. Your knuckles feel as if it’s on pins, tingling and having you scratch against the bowl. 
He glances at your lap. “Are you done?” 
“Yes,” you breathe out rather quickly. 
He reaches for the bowl, grabbing it by the rim and stands from his chair. You watch in silence as he pushes the chair back, letting it block one of the drawers from the nightstand. The bowl clinks against the mahogany of the dresser, and he grabs the books, flush against his chest. 
“I hadn’t meant to leave the books so far from you,” he says, placing them on the nightstand. “They’ll be closer within your reach.” You nod, and peek over, reading the title of the first book. “I’ll be back in a few hours, if you need anything, feel free to call out. I’ll make sure to hear it.”
He walks away, his heels clicking against the floor, and you don’t want to be alone anymore. “Lucifer,” you call out, fisting the blankets in your hand. He turns around, pressing the bowl against his body, his hand wrapped tight around the doorknob, already opening it and stepping into the rest of his domain. You swallow nothing, and try not to think of anything other than gratitude.  “Thank you for everything,” you tell him, sending him a thinned smile. 
“Of course,” he calls your name in a sweet tone. “Whatever you need, just let me know.”
The door closes shut, and you let out a breath. Your hands fist at your shirt, grasping and you bite the inner corners of your lips, feeling the soft flesh of it be pierced by your teeth. It’s been far too long since you’ve had a gentle hand, since you’ve had someone be gentle with you. A hand reaches out and scratches along your bicep, pulling the skin and leaving soft arches across. 
You hadn’t realized how much you would miss Adam.
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• Chapter 39
Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader
Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,
Warnings: mentions of self worth and body image acknowledgement
Words: 4309
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The soft snow patterned down outside, the cold wind blowing—a true romantic yet icy winter outside. 
The alpha wished times were different; the snow bite was too harsh on the man's skin. The times weren't great, for sure, to say the least, but he was so close. He wouldn't give up just yet, a still storm crashing in his soul. 
His pack needed to connect once again; he would come back and greet the omega he had missed already. 
„..Just a little while longer.” He hushed into the darkness surrounding him, taking another shortcut, and stepped quickly, with warm fog rising from his lips.
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You woke up too early for the night to have passed. Soft snores sounded around you, thought you didn't mind too much; the warmth was comforting and sweet. 
As you looked around yourself, eyes still bleary, you could only recognise their scents—too dark for you to see anything much else than that. 
Jungkook's scent seemed to be the closest, the comforting musky vanilla and banana blooms close as his chin rested just above your head, his arms wrapped around you, limbs entangled and close. 
The alpha's chest rose and fell softly, occasional puffs and snores leaving him. He was as calm as the others, no one disturbing the chilly night as the other pack members too slept.
A few seconds passed until you could see better and could recognise Hoseok's hand, the alpha still wearing a bracelet he had yesterday, as your eyes followed his arm, you soon saw the back of his tousled dark hair facing you. 
Close to your front laid Jimin, a pillow resting under him while he held the blanket covering you tightly in one of his hands, the other caressing yours—he must have woke up only now you realised. 
And so you looked up, seeing his soft, creased eyes watching you with gentleness. 
„...Princess, you should sleep some more, hm?” The alpha's voice whispered, a deep rasp breaking the quietness around you. 
You blinked up at him, his fingers squeezing yours in answer, resulting in a sweet shrug leaving you. 
At Jimin's soft chuckle, a slight shuffling followed, his eyes blown wide with a smile as the alpha waited for the unknown pack member to settle back down into calmer sleep. A soft giggle left the both of you.
„I'm not tired anymore, oppa.” You whispered back, realising you must have slept too much yesterday. 
"Are you sure, sweetheart?” He asked you gently, but when you nodded again, the alpha didn't put up much of a fight. Maybe you will feel tired soon after and just need to occupy your mind for a little while. 
„What would you like to do then?” The alpha started to sit up, shuffling closer to you carefully to not push on any of the still-sleeping pack mates. 
„You should sleep, oppa... I'll find something to do.” You whispered softly, and before the man could even answer, you were already trying to untangle yourself from the youngest arms—a mistake it turned out to be. 
A soft gasp left the man as soon as your form started to leave his hold, the young alpha's eyes shooting open immediately. 
„Bunny-!” He gasped out, his arms pulling you closer until you were flush to his chest. As soon as you recognised the look in his eyes, one of pure terror, it didn't take long for guilt to arrive. 
At the man's still tired yet afraid voice, the others were jostled awake, still on edge with all that happened in the last 24 hours. The men were quick to sit up, Namjoon the fastest to move the closest, his warm hands cradling you close as much as the hold the youngest paid on you allowed. 
„Hey, hey, pup, it's okay.” His voice was heavily laced with sleep; the pack alpha rubbed at his eyes yet quickly returned his hold onto you, fingers gently combing through your hair. 
„I thought you were being taken away!" Jungkooked gasped, his eyes shining in the little light entering through the windows. Your hands snaked around his waist as you hugged the startled man close, the others still too sleepy to realise what was really going on.
„'M sorry, Kook oppa...” You whispered in his ears, a small nudge to his scent gland hoped to forgive from your cheek, resting it against his collarbone.
He held you tighter as the wild beat of his heart slowed down, the calming pheromones clouding the entire room. 
But as he was about to lay back down on his back, planning to cuddle you to his chest, the man's eyes were almost closing already, and you started to wiggle out of his grasp. 
"I'm not tired anymore.!” You whispered a soft whine, Jungkook's movements stilling—you were always so cuddly and sleepy. What does this mean now? 
The men were quick to complain, reminding you of the importance of good quality sleep, or else you could be sick and get headaches, and they didn't want that to happen, especially if you wanted to go swimming in the morning too. 
Sweet sleep-laced voices filled the air, consisting of gentle: „Baby pup, don't be silly now; come here; Alpha will make it better.” „Babycheeks, my angel, it's still nighttime; come cuddle with oppa.“ 
Yet you held your truth, and after a bit of discussion, Jungkook laced your fingers with his, and with a soft grumble, he climbed out of the warmed blankets and pillows, letting you lead him upstairs to your room, where a bunch of bags from one of your past shopping sprees with them were stored in your walk-in closet. 
"What would you like to do, baby bun? Should we play some games? Or maybe you would like to watch a movie with me? Fuck, I'm wrecked.” Whispering the last sentence to himself, Jungkook rubbed his face and ruffled up his hair, sleepy all over. 
He was truly ready to just get you anything; as long as you would come back to the large couch serving as the makeshift den, it didn't matter what. 
You could grab his phone, which he would happily provide, and go scroll through whatever you saw fit. He wouldn't mind; you held the softest place in his heart. He couldn't believe how he reacted; aish, seriously!, he scolded himself with a warm blush covering his puffy-with-sleep cheeks. 
But you already had an idea as to what you wished to occupy your for-some-reason hyperactive hands, pulling out the kit one of the alphas had found for you at the art store you visited a few days ago. 
It was for bead and charm necklaces and bracelets, and so, with a sweet smile on your face, you let Jungkook pull you back downstairs with sleepy steps, his attire matching the sleep-ridden attire. 
He was quick to climb back into the makeshift den, only now looking for what was so interesting for you to wake up for in the middle of the night. 
„You want to make bracelets with us, bunny?”
„For you,” you corrected him, letting the alpha pull you close with a sweet bunny smile gracing his lips. 
The others weren't much better. Yoongi, who has patiently waited for your return while some of the others were already soon to nod off, now even closer to Dreamland considering your comfortable scent entered their senses again, could only smile wider, turning the phone he was checking back off. 
It was only about 3 in the morning, but you were still the cutest thing ever, to him at least. 
And so, as the rest eventually fell asleep, with Jungkook half asleep and half awake, holding you on his lap as he sat cross-legged, his head resting against Namjoon's shoulder, Yoongi stayed up with you, helping you choose the beads you found fit your taste the best. Not that they were for you, but rather them, yet you paid the closest attention with the warm yellow light from a standing lamp turned on. 
The alpha's nimble fingers helped you tie the knots, quick to mumble about you being careful, watching with worried eyes as you used the needle to get the smallest beads on the elastic clear string. 
The youngest acted as if he were awake the whole time, grumbling any moment you would giggle or Yoongi would tease him when his snores filled the still air around him. 
His palm rested on his thigh and partly yours, open to let you place the cute chunky and unusual charms you wanted to scatter through the different sets you were working on for them.
The set purchased offered many different styles, cute and edgy, enabling you to create one for each of the alphas. While Yoongi tried his best to make a necklace and a bracelet for you, though his much bigger hand struggled more than he would like to admit compared to you. 
The first bracelet you made was for the second oldest too. Many small black beads were combined with dark greys and milky white to create a simple but fashionable pattern with a small but pretty star and a few small silver hearts clicking and creating soft sounds when moved. 
Once you tied the knot on the clasp, you nudged the older man's knee, having him look up from rummaging through the many small charms from which he was just finding the best fit. He hummed in question, but when you placed the bracelet in his palm with expectant eyes, his eyes closed with the smile he offered. 
„Aish, you're too cute, kitten. Thank you.” He grumbled his cheeks warm as he felt shy yet lovely at your soft presence, letting you close the silver clasp around his slim wrist, the alpha long smiling even as you got around to make the jewellery for the others. 
You took your time, carefully measuring Jungkook's wrist size, and threaded on the many small glossy beads and charms, creating a combination of dark green, purple, blue, and black; the colourful misty beads were larger in between the fillers. You chose the charm of a silver star, a bunny, and a little flower too, those reminding you of him. 
The alpha hardly even stirred when you put it on his right wrist, but you knew he would be there to thank you in the morning. 
And so, you spend the time until you grew tired of tieing and choosing the right beads that remind you of each of the men. Amid your work, Yoongi got your attention, a soft „Here kitten, for you,” sounding to make you look up. 
The man wasn't used to making much handcraft; it was Hobi who loved to make bracelets and keychains like these; he hardly ever tried, and he was worried that the set—a necklace and a bracelet—would never be enough to compliment your beauty; in his eyes, his work would never be enough. 
But the moment you set your eyes on the small, handmade jewellery, a soft gasp left you. You were surprised at how pretty it was, the many tiny beads shining in different shades of F/C, and exactly the nine charms you recognised meanings of easily: a small curled-up kitten, a shiny crown inlaid with small gems, a cute bunny, a tiny puppy, a peach emoji, a small sun, and a cute angel wing. 
You knew to which all were meant to remind you, and when you notice the snowflake and a heart in-between, the alpha noticed you looking at the two charms in wonder, he grew shy, unsure if you liked them.
„...we met when it was snowing out, remember?”
He whispered, looking away, but before he knew it, your arms wrapped around him tighter than ever, the man surprised for a little before he returned the warm hug himself, melting into the embrace. 
The necklace was a combination of little pearls and a few of the same shades used in the bracelet too in order to match. This time it was just the snowflake charm in the very front, smaller and more dainty for a comfortable everyday wear - you would happily indulge in.
It didn't take much longer after that before the ones you have finished laid on the floor next to the box of beads, yet to have cut off the elastic but ready to be given in the morning which would soon approach. 
And so, Yoongi who has given up one of the most precious things to him, sleep, in order for you to not have to lay around with nothing to do bored out of your mind, soon hugged you as you rested your ear against his chest, a few of the others too cuddling close, Jungkook's arms still wrapped around your waist. 
It wasn't much time before the first wake-up alarm sounded, yet you stayed in the soft slumber, suddenly tired. Who would think? 
Jin like usual was the first to wake up, rising grudgily and shutting the alarm off. The eldest was ready to go just back to sleep right away, but when he noticed the time, just a little past 6 am, he knew that won't work. As long as they still wanted to swim like promised. 
And so, the alpha leaned over the couch arm rest, shaking Hoseok's arm, having the man in a while later awake and climbing off the couch to help the eldest with the breakfast. 
Like usual, Jin was already washing the rice as it took time to cook in the rice cooker even if they used two, the other alpha was quick to take note of the few ingredients needed for the Pajeon, starting the preparation for the pancakes. 
He had done them many times to know the measurements by eye already, and so as the eldest started the rice cookers, the alpha would mix water, flour, eggs, cutting up the few scallions he first rinsed and washed well, letting the pieces be large enough. He would then add only a small amount of soybean paste and sugar, mixing the batter. 
Just as Hobi started frying the large pancakes, at the sound and smell of food few of the others would start to climb out of bed, the one to greet them first would be Teahyung, but just as quick as he came he was gone, Jin's soft command to get the Kimbap ready making the man quick to flee. 
The next to climb out of the makeshift sleep space was the pack alpha, who made sure to also wake the others up to eat soon, yet he let you sleep soundly wanting you to rest longer. 
It didn't take much time before the breakfast was ready, an array of different dishes, some sweet some salty and spicy, all offered so the pack could eat well. 
Only when Jungkook also shuffled to a seat, quick to take chopsticks and start plating himself a dish, did Jin notice you and Yoongi were still asleep. 
The eldest stopped stuffing the dishwasher, stretching from being hunched for a while and took the few steps over to the couch where he found the two in question. 
Yoongi slept soundly, soft puffs of air leaving him rhythmically as he cradled you to his chest a loose t-shirt and sweats on. You were hidden under heavy duvets thought the eldest doubted you would need anything to warm you up, the alpha most definitely working as the most able furnace. 
Your eyes were slightly open, yet your face was almost fully hidden in the man's chest, letting you rest fully with his scent around you, the calming and sleepy pheromones working wonders. 
„Peaches? Do you want to go swimming now?” While he would have preferred you to eat a filling breakfast first, they were running on time crunch already as it was just about 7. If they wanted to have some fun at the pool, they would still need to be ready to leave at 10 the latest. And they could always order you something to have on the set, no matter the annoyed staff with their strict: 'no eating on set!' rules.
At your small nod Jin smiled fondly, helping you wake Yoongi up, and even as the man grew annoyed with you climbing out of his embrace, it took him only a few minutes before he composed himself, too to go eat. 
He was the only one eating at the table then, the others getting ready and changing into their swimsuits. He would catch up soon he told himself, preparing a cup of coffe first. 
The first to run down the stairs in a pair of flip flops was Taehyung, a loose tank top over his chest while he wore a pair of dark red swim shorts. 
Only a few seconds after was Jungkook, in turn having a towel wrapped around his naked chest while he had jet black swimwear, his shoes loudly sounding through the hallway as he ran after the second youngest, giggling about something. 
Soon after the sliding doors to the garden at the back porch could be heard with beeping sounds that soon turned off, but Yoongi paid it no mind. 
The next to be seen run over to the heated pool was Hoseok, with a embroidered towel of the KAWS figure. There was a large JHOPE signature in one of the corners in white thread, shining against the colourful background. No doubt has it been done for the singer as a unique piece. 
The alpha wore a patterned swimsuit, radiating his energy like usual, and, to no surprise on his wrist jiggled the bracelet you had done for him during the night, the man wearing it proudly, thanking you just after breakfast. He woke up wearing it, after all.
Just a step behind him followed Namjoon and Jimin, who wore cream coloured Louis Vuitton trunks with dark navy trimmings and a tight black swim top which nicely complimented his body form. 
Namjoon had a pair of simple black swimsuit on with small white accents and a large bold lettering describing the brand - Dolce & Gabbana. With a towel around his neck he made his was downstairs, following the younger on the way to the pool. 
None of the men he had seen now made him want to look up as much as when you entered, a shy calculated steps as you wore a pair of simple crocks with a few jibbets, no question purchased by Jin considering their colour. 
The alpha held your hand as he guided you back downstairs, the pink with red trim on his swimsuit matching the colour of your shoewear, but he also had a simple black sleeve on not likely intended for the water. 
He combed his hair back with the other hand he held a pair of towels in, one a soft shade of purple the other a simple black. Yoongi didn't bat an eye at Jin, but when he noticed your figure, shy as ever but even more beautiful, that's only when he took a second look. 
You looked adorable, yet so shy and uncertain, even when the eldest would encourage you that you looked like the prettiest omega in the entire universe and that you didn't need to be afraid of not knowing how to swim well, that they wouldn't let you struggle a single moment. 
From the time Jin took you back to the room, this time to truly choose the swimsuit, not like yesterday with the side tracking, he let you try as many as you liked, only coming into his spacious bathroom if you invited him. 
You tried all of the over twenty pieces, still you showed him only a small handful, the ones in which you felt the most confident considering you were facing one of the prettiest men you have ever seen. 
Truly believed that you would never be able to compare to the others he had likely seen in swimsuits, you felt ashamed even if nothing was wrong with your body, in the truest alpha's believe a feast for the eyes. 
„Cub that colour goes so well with your hair too, and the cut is really flattering too...” 
„Ah seriously what a blessing to see you looking so perfect and beautiful, peaches I love that pair on you!” the older would gush, having you hiding your pink cheeks in embarrassment. 
In the end you took the one piece from Dior, which had a beautiful powder blue lining and a flattering mapping of cream colour with black thin lined flower detailing in the front panel, the straps over your shoulder thick to tie in a beautiful loose bow that would cascade down your arms. It was a truly flattering piece, and you felt nice in it, especially after Jin made sure you knew just how pretty you were. 
Placing the cup back onto the table, Yoongi was quick to stand up, coming over to look closer, if you allowed that. But your hands took his waist into a soft embrace in answer to his amazed gaze, and the alpha was quick to return it. 
While he wasn't necessarily keen on going swimming this early in the morning, seeing how pretty you looked, he couldn't give up on that and was quick to finish his coffee in a few gulps as Jin led you towards the back doors, going upstairs to also change. 
„Here, cub, let me wrap you up; it's snowing outside.” He whispered gently to your ear as he flanked you in the two towels, and before you could even protest, he picked you up into his embrace, your head resting against his wide shoulders. 
„You won't have to step in the snow now; let oppa carry you, little cub.” He argued, holding you in his arms as he slid the doors open, the freezing cold air immediately hitting both of you. 
Just as Jin cursed quietly, the snow fell around you. The man was quick to start a very brisk walk the few tens of metres until he arrived at the covered pool, the semicircular clear dome allowing one to see the pack members already inside. 
Placing you back on your feet tenderly, the eldest hurried to slide the doors open, ushering you first in, and only the moment after he entered did he sigh out. 
The sudden noisiness of the closed-off space, considering it to be hollow, surprised you a little. Loud water splashed as it cascaded down one of the water massagers you have only ever seen in spa advertisements. 
„Babycheeks!” Taehyung gasped, a large boxy smile taking over his face, abandoning the other young brothers, who were just setting up the net for the volleyball match they were planning to play. 
The second-youngest alpha was quick to swim over to the edge, effortlessly pulling himself up to greet you. Water rained down his tan skin as he shook his hair. 
Just as he was about to hug you, you squeaked a soft gasp, the towels falling off of your body. You didn't want to get wet yet; your skin was still warmed up from being asleep for so long, and even if the pool water was warmed, you needed to get to the point of being fully submerged slowly anyway!
Before you could even complain, the alpha was once again reaching for you, stepping closer, and having you gasp again.
And so, as the alpha taunted to hug you, you did your best to escape him. As you were running near the edge, with the other men already in the water except Jin, who was very attentively applying lip balm, you felt his cold hand just at your shoulder, just before you slipped into the water yourself.
The sudden cold embrace from the soft waves you received did nothing to calm you down. Even if you were under the surface for a bare second or two, the water level was not that high for you to not reach the bottom at this end, and you were startled. 
And so when you resurfaced, hearing the worried calls of the alphas surrounding you as they were quick to make their way over, you let a soft whimper leave you, having Namjoon, who reached you the quickest, pull you to himself right away, your distress breaking his heart. 
A soft frown settled between his eyebrows, watching as guilty Taehyung too climbed into the water hastily, wanting to comfort you and apologise.
He didn't mean to startle you so much you would lose your footing, but the edges especially were slippery, and considering you abandoned your shoes at the entrance as did the others, it was a question of time before you would slip. 
„Oh my god, princess, are you okay? Yah, Taehyung, can't you be any less careful?!” The alpha gasped, his hands squeezing your palm, which held onto the packalpha's shoulder, your eyes blown wide and startled. 
You really weren't confident in your swimming at all, and if you were at the deeper end, where even Namjoon hardly reaches the bottom, you could have ended far worse. 
But, to be truthful, there was something fun about jumping into the water like that, with the loud splash sounding around. And so you mumbled a soft yes, saying that you were okay, and no, you wanted to stay in the water longer. 
Soon after you were done answering their questions, letting them fret over you subtly but staying with the alpha longer, your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you to his chest with soft pheromones ghosting around you. 
The water was much warmer than you'd expected, and after even the second oldest joined you, at the invitation to play the water volleyball with them, you agreed, receiving a wide, dimpled smile as Namjoon promised to stay on your team so you could hold onto him any time you would be afraid again. 
„It's okay, pup, hm? Alpha loves to hold you close, baby; don't worry about a thing now.” 
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Part Thirteen - Jealous
You woke up first, pulled some joggers on and went downstairs to start breakfast for you all. Finding bacon and sausages at the back of the fridge you decided to do a fry up and started making your own hash browns. While everything was cooking you went outside to call your friends, you didn’t tell them about Millie but told them everything else. Rach had practically asked you to move in and declared your love for each other, albeit inadvertently. You suggested them coming up tonight and all go out to G-A-Y which they were so up for “can you invite Lucy?” Georgia asked, you laughed saying you’ll try before hanging up. You crept back inside and stared at the eggs, longing them to cook themselves just when Rachel appeared hugging you from behind kissing your neck. “Good morning beautiful” you said quietly, spinning round and placing your hands around the back of her neck, she pushed you against the counter and gave you a long slow kiss. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear so you could admire her face “every day I think you can’t get anymore gorgeous and everyday I wake up wrong” you said before kissing her again “everyday I wake up thinking I couldn’t fall for you anymore than I already am and everyday I wake up wrong” kissing you more. “What ya making?” as she picked you up and placed you on the counter “Fry up, but it’s more of a grill up because I know you two can’t eat fried stuff, do you know how to poach eggs?” tilting your head ad longing for her answer to be yes. You can’t cook eggs for the life of you. “Oh step aside babe, I am the queen of poached eggs!” As she took over that task, you made the teas. You both plated everything up and took it upstairs. Gently waking Millie up “oh mate, I could get used to this!” She said sitting up to eat. You and Rach climbed back into bed with yours and turned on the news. The first thing that came on was about the Lionesses, letting out a cheer. Rach took a photo of you all in bed which made you ask why she takes photos of everything; when her dad passed she realised she didn’t have many photos of anyone and vowed to take more to remember the good times. “So the ones of me yesterday?” you quizzed her quietly with an eyebrow raised “Shhh, they’re for my secret folder” she said hushing you “I’ve gotta see this folder Rach!” as you grabbed her phone to find it, there was so many of you that you never realised she had taken “pretty sure this is illegal babe!” you joked.
“Millie, I have a question. Did you talk to Rachel about the chat we had after karaoke?” Millie shook her head “what chat?” Rachel asked, you ignored her and held out your little finger for her to pinky swear which she did with no hesitation. “What chat?!” Rachel asked again but louder “Millie asked where I thought we were going” “and (y/n) said it was up to you to make that decision” “and I wondered as you asked me to be your girlfriend the next day if Millie had said anything” “nope, that was all Rachel” Millie smiled. “Why was it up to me?” she seemed genuinely confused “Because I didn’t know if you just wanted a shag while you were in town or if you actually had time for and wanted a relationship” you said “wherever I go, I see you there with me” Rach smiled holding your hand. “And you Mrs!” she prodded Millie “my two best girls, I don’t ever wanna be without you” she put an arm around each of you and pulled you closer to her.
Millie spoke about Levi and said she’s decided not to be sad, she’s in the highlight of her life and she’s not gonna let some silly boy ruin it. “AMEN!” You and Rach shouted together. “I’ve invited my girls over tonight, thought we could all go out if you two are up for it? They’re already shopping for outfits so you can’t say no really” you cornered them but they were both up for it, Millie is in desperate need of fun. “Georgia asked me to invite Lucy so can you two do that please” you giggled “we should invite all the girls!” Millie excitedly started texting everyone. Mary, Beth, Ella and Alessia replied immediately, Lucy took some convincing but eventually agreed and the RSVPs came trickling in thick and fast… except Leah who left Millie on read.
“Has Leah got a problem with me?” Rachel and Millie let out a big sigh and both rolled their eyes “noo.. it’s with me, she told me she liked me and I turned her down and now a few weeks later I got with you” she responded with no hesitation “oh!” Is all you could manage after hearing that “I don’t like her in that way and I feel a bit bad cause I said I wasn’t ready for a relationship and then I found you” her head bowed. “Hey, you can’t control when people walk into your life Rach, I wouldn’t worry about it” Millie said flippantly “but I do worry about it affecting our team dynamic, we’re so good I’d hate for this to be the reason we don’t win”. “Girl are you hearing yourself?! Leah doesn’t want that either she’s just a bit jealous that’s all! Imagine someone you liked turning you down and then getting with someone else. (Y/n) you’re gonna have to work a bit harder to get her to come round but she will, everyone else loves you!” Millie exclaimed. “Except this one” pointing at Rach “she just likes me” looking at your girl with a smirk on your face. “Shut up!” Rachel jabbed you in the ribs jokingly.
Part Fourteen - Third Wheelin’ 🔞
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The demon brothers with an MC who always keeps there promise no matter how big it is? Like, for Levi: "If you help me with this I'll help you get all the money Mammon owes you back." and the next day he gets his money back? (You can ignore if you want. Sorry for any grammar mistakes english isn't my first language.)
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No worries anon dear the request is pretty clear cut! Personally this was therapeutic to write ngl, I had fun playing with it n.n there's just some days where even we have to wonder whether we make promises to keep or to purposely break.
When you keep your word:
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He finds your diligence assuring, the first born of all people has had his fair share of broken vows in the past, some compromising his position in life. And even then, he of all people would know how easily influenced humans can be should something pose a threat to their made promises.
At first he didn't pay mind, Lucifer was just thankful you weren't a compulsive snatcher when it came to taking up minor tasks such as delivering information or finishing your work.
Once, he overheard you exchanging small talk with the young lord's personal butler. Something about asking whether the human can drop by to taste test a human realm dish he's been prepping to which you enthusiastically agreed. This in of itself wasn't all too alarming, had it not been for the fact that you technically already allotted time to discuss your academic progress with him later on.
Then again it would've been after dinner, so he gave you the benefit of the doubt not for your sake but to personally see how far you'd go to appease both parties. He wasn't all that confused when your seat at the dinner table remained empty (hushing mammon's worries with a scolding). Everything went as per usual and soon enough he was at his study, finishing his paperwork accompanied by the faint scratches of his pen nib on paper when suddenly a knock sounded at his door.
There you were, carrying something on one hand and your RAD school binder in the other, he half expected you to actually forget or purposely head straight to your room knowing how draining it was to entertain barbatos' testing. And yet here you were handing him a small portion of the food they made with the butler, plopping on the seat in front of his desk and briskly opening your notebook.
"I didn't think I'd make it but, even then I'll still try to come knocking like every Friday." "And you're so sure I'd be awake still?" "Mhm!"
As much as he'd like to lecture you regarding sleep schedule (hypocritical from him) he felt at ease knowing that your virtue was something you stuck yourself with, regardless of the circumstances. They say that you can tell something about a person based on how they deal with major and minor matters. And that moment was what made him have a bit more faith in you subconsciously.
Luci has to wonder whether who was the true devotee between you two, but that's a question left to be entertained another day. Perhaps he'll give you one more test by handing mammon's ass over to you.
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Mammon, is likely the one who needs someone like you the most among the seven brothers. Scam and Betrayal was something he's a bit too familiar with considering his sin and antics. That's not even counting the fact that you were human- unfortunately the primary source of his general distrust at a certain point in time.
He pin pointed your habit from a cruel joke, one he made mindlessly while the two of you walked down the halls of RAD classes over. It wasn't anything major (that's what he thought at least) but it was around the time he first became your pact mate. Thus he decided to attempt milking out what he can from the situation he binded himself in.
He joked about treating him to a cup of some infamous devildom beverage exclusively sold at a certain hour at Hell's Kitchen. He wasn't expecting you to say yes, to which mammon's voice cracked and waved it off with a sure why not you're his master anyways so you should treat him with the best.
What he wasn't counting on was your genuine grin, lucifer just recently issued you your weekly allowance and truth be told you're also dying to get a sip of that drink ever since Luke rambled to you about the flavor it left once you've had three gulps of it. And since mammon has been less troublesome lately you really did agree with his off thrown request.
This was likely why you were confused after lining up for an hour at Hell's kitchen, you abruptly left at past 6 ish then return barely missing dinner. You didn't mind since you also bought take out but what was more confusing was mammon's frantic figure running down the staircase after spotting you from the House of Lamentation's Veranda.
"OI WHERE HAVE YA BEEN HOW DARE YOU WORRY THE GR-" "I'm sorry the line was longer than I anticipated-" "What line?!?!"
You had to slowly recount your routine since he demanded an alibi. His face transitioned from antsy to surprised to crestfallen to subtle guilt and eventually coughing to put up a fragile prideful front (we shall dub this the 5 stages of mammon/J). He wasn't actually expecting you to take him seriously...to be fair in that household, who did? He was about to voice more of his dilemma but was halted by you tugging him to your room. Explaining that you guys eat your freshly bought goods there to avoid Beel's appetite targeting your dinner.
I'm not one to advocate the "fix" or "dependency" mentality but, this case was different in of itself. Because in this case Mammon will slowly learn from your dedication, learn that perhaps life does offer some sort of leisure outside of what money can buy.
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He doesn't think much of your habit, rather he's more focused on the "why" aspect, did you pity him? Were you hoping for something in return? What would you even gain from him in the first place? You didn't look like someone who's a die hard franchise fanatic like him so his merchandise was out the question,,
Speaking of merchandise. Levi's source of irritation was once again mammon's refusal to pay him back the money he regrettably lent to him, now he can't go after the recently issued light novel about ruri-chan's companion. And now you were the one witnessing his loathing in the corridor to where you thought of it as a bad time to approach him regarding an assignment about Devildom marine life.
You could've gone for the library but who knows what books actually have the information you need, the avatar of wrath was also an option but you weren't sure if he'd even agree to help you (begging the question of what made Levi any different?). Even you weren't entirely sure but you really do wanted his help specifically.
Putting on your big kid boots you marched up to him RAD textbook under your arm, the boy was of course startled and was tempted to flee from the scene but was stopped by you blurting out a rather tempting offer.
He was genuinely surprised when you promised to get him the money he needed. His initial rejection was pretty valid, asking what could you possibly want in return- that was when you gingerly pointed to your textbook and explaining the assignment. Levi at his wit's end agreed on the assumption that you were talking about the money from mammon specifically. Oh how sorely mistaken he was
"W-woi how the hell is that scumbag waving around a new jacket when you just got my money back from him last ni-" "Did..he now..."
You can only contain his panic so much when you admitted that the money was straight out of your allowance. OK to be fair you didn't break your promise because you vowed to have his money ready that morning- never mentioning where it'd come from. And to be fair² you did try going up to mammon first but you forgot he gambles at night specifically rendering you unable to go confront him. Levi couldn't help but to feel a tad bit guilty but was more envious of your generosity if anything.
He did go after Mammon once you and him finished your Devildom Marine assignment, on you of that you found a ruri-chan themed snack sitting in your locker the next day along with a note of whether you'd like to go to an anime themed Cafe with his treat. Leviathan wasn't one to believe in anime tropes (whether they'd work irl) but he could only try. You were truly Henry even to your word.
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The avatar of wrath held no patience for those who break their word, unlike the firstborn he wasn't inherently out to test you. But by the time the events at the castle retreat took place he did began to eye just how much you'd go to keep up your virtue.
He really, really needed to get that parcel from Akuzon. But as luck would have it Lucifer was due to come home the same hour his order was to arrive. He could always wait for it himself at the foyer but that would only endanger the secret contents to the first born's interrogation. And so Satan can only watch from his window and wait for it to arrive on its own, until he saw you enter the gate.
He didn't bother thinking it through, a bit too determined on prioritizing the box's secrecy when he texted you to wait for the box without question. The restlessness lacing his tone beyond the D.D.D's screen had you promising that you will get it and the avatar of pride won't get to the contents...whatever it was.
He was just relieved you agreed, then again he did assist in tipping you back then when you faced off Levi so he chalked it up to returning the favor in some sense. His train of thought paused when he saw the Akuzon service hand you the brown box, a silent victory cheer playing mentally but was unironically diminished when he saw a certain ravenette arrive just as the service left.
And so he watched the muffled questioning take place from his place at the window. You did stand your ground even when luci took a sharp step towards you as per his usual intimidation tactic. You even went as far as to step back and stride away with the excuse of "privacy". The demon of wrath briskly pulled you into his room the moment he felt your footsteps near.
"He didn't-" "he didn't yes but you did you- just come in..."
All that pressure you endured, soley because he ordered cat toys for the felines downtown. He was ready to hear your flurry of comments regarding the otherwise childish reason for talking back to the first born (as the avatar of wrath, he to would've felt unjustified if he was in your position as a human) but when he was met with amused laughter he did a double take. And again when you admitted you found his reason cute.
He may have been partially defensive whether his reason was cute or for you laughing at him but, this was one of those rate times a human such as yourself willingly lent him a hand. Not out of fear or intimidation but solely because you promised it to him over the call. And this was enough basis for him on how he sees your character in general...honorable with your word.
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For his case, he's likely the most appreciative of how you handle your promises. He among the brothers has the most experience when it came to making vows (in or out the sheets). But words were made to be heard right? That's what he's been telling himself anyways, what felt right in the moment will stay in the moment.
Asmo in turn was admittedly the least consistent with his word but it never had any great impact on him!- hence why he was in a way taken in by how true you are to your flung words. He watches you sometimes running about to fulfill what you vowed to keep and to him it added to your charm! A white knight type of charm to be specific.
Thus he was also giddy to see how you'd go about with him, sure you were diligent but the avatar of lust saw it as a way to attract people. Hence him asking for you to go shopping with him on some devildom Sunday. Nothing major right? Besides you could use the rest-
But curse you for making him worry once you two were already out, he was so immersed with his self love rambling that he barely noticed your drowsy nodding, the nail in the coffin here was when he grabbed your arm and felt the unnaturally high warmth emitting from your skin. This wasn't anything as hot as the demon average but he knew for a fact that you weren't just blushing from his brilliance this was a genuine fever in the making.
He sat you down on a mall bench, biting his lip and debating whether to call one of his brothers for help and risk himself being punished for carelessly bringing their human out in such a state, he was doing the hand on forehead pose while scrolling rapidly through his contacts hoping to call Solomon instead when he soon faced you with a whiney expression.
"Darling I know I'm irresistible but you should've told me you were feeling unwell from the get go!- the stress lines I'm getting from you oh my-" "b-but...we already made plans and you seemed excited so..."
He feels loved with your excuse but this was not the time to ponder about affections when you were on the verge of passing out. A few painfully long minutes passed before the white haired Sorcerer arrived to escort you both at purgatory hall to pass the time.
Seeing you laying on their couch with a thermal blanket after the failed outing made it clear cut to Asmo that you do what you do because you want to. It ironically made him feel more humane...knowing that someone of your type was indiscriminate with your principle even to someone who abused hushed promises for his own leisure. From that point in he'll make an effort to make you feel as appreciated as he is, by keeping up with his own vows towards you (sheet or no sheet-)
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Beel admires this aspect of yours, maybe not outright but he was definitely glad to know that despite your situation, you stay true to your own rule. Out of all the seven he's the one who finds it nice in the sense that, you retain your humanity through your words and actions. Something demons like him use in a vastly different way.
This was further proven to him when he remembered your first major promise to him and by extension to his family. Back then when he was looking at your expression it felt like he was back at the Celestial realm, surrounded by determined souls and not vying for the upper hand like the Devildom residents.
Back when you still had to sleep in his shared room, you two talked more regarding the house of lamentation's state. He felt hopeful with your words and he admired your vigor as both a house mate and an ally to your cause.
And when everything happened with jumping from door to door in Barbatos' chamber, he fully relished the extent of your will to finish something you vowed to keep. Most humans in your position would've gave in, at one point he may have even wished you gave up to save yourself the suffering that came with your path to achieve such goals.
After those events he keeps an eye on you, observing you at times when you're subconsciously pushing yourself to keep up that act of honor. As much as he admired it he did still wanted you to not ruin yourself in the process, otherwise who'd come and help assist in satisfying his ungodly cravings?/lh
"Y'know even athletes have to rest and slowly rekindle their body after a good game no matter how good they are." "I see.." "So let's go eat a big feast later, we've been working hard lately right?"
The we was mentioned so that you wouldn't be shadowed by some sort of guilt, if you were anything like him (which he observed to be true to some degree) you didn't like worrying others and he'd rather have you rest on your own accord rather than be tailed by misplaced woes.
From that point onwards he still retained his admiration towards your habit, a miniscule part of him hoped that it would keep you afloat and not further down within your current life.
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Belphie is second to Mammon who needs someone like you the most, the avatar of sloth doesn't necessarily have a history of being on the receiving end of broken promises (shhh) but instead lacking promises made to him to begin with.
The very few he did receive had mostly ended in vain, so as such Belphie was not too excited the moment he did pick up your dedication. He may be the "weakest" but that didn't entail his knack for perception. Unfortunately one of the few timed he's had promises fulfilled were one's he specifically made for himself, because from what he thinks the only one who can truly help him is himself.
After the events of the reveal, his view on promises changed albeit not drastically- but he's getting there little by little! It starts with small minor baby steps. He may not need to listen to class (he can somehow still pick up the information regardless) but you still assured him that you'll wake him up once a change of classes will push you all to stand up.
The next step was when he was plagued with an influx of nightmares, at this point in time he tries to sleep it all away as per usual but the quality of sleep remained in dissatisfaction. When you came to bid him goodnight he didn't think his next action through- tugging your sleeve and murmuring for you to stay with him for the night.
It was childish, even he knew it, but with everything he's trying to do there's no harm in attempting this method, the problem of whether you'd agree was solved when you promised to stay by his side for as long as he needs. Silence befalls you two with him clutching your waist as opposed to his usual pillow. He honestly thought of you leaving once he's deep asleep seeing as he did Semi demanded you to stay without consideration for your end.
"M...morning..." "Good morning to" "Y..you're still...?"
His brothers may have learned of your antics through various incidents, but out of all them it's Belphie who learned of it in the most gradual manner. This in turn led him to deeply hold you in higher regard than he'd like to admit. You showed him that maybe just maybe, Lilith's old affection for your kind was truly justified.
He's at ease knowing you didn't abandon him that night, even if you did have every right to do so. Maybe it's also the instance that eased his subconscious terrors during his sleep. What he is sure of however, was that your words weigh more value than the ones he stubbornly fed himself all for the sake of desperate assurance.
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Haven't really been human-ing well lately and have had so many chaotic life events happen that make it even worse, but I gotta say just how fucking much I adore @anxiousgirl and @thevampywolf.
These two women are seriously so amazing and intelligent and talented and caring and beautiful and just. I know I say it a lot (at least to them) and probably over-gush/get too emotional, but.
I am so lucky and grateful and honestly undeserving of their love and friendship and I'm so amazed God placed them in my life and that they somehow tolerate my scatterbrained, sleepy, sunshine weirdness and continue to allow me to call them my best friends, my family. 🥺
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The Minako and Rei to my Usagi. The Juvia and Lucy to my Levy. My Allison and Kira, Uotani and Hanajima, Silica and Lisbeth. The wolf and piggy to my deer rabbit (I guess that's a jackalope but I just connect with deer and bunnies both, whatever. 😂). The Luna and Pansy to my Hermione.
My 'call first with good news, always have a shoulder to cry on, help hide a body, defend to the death, donate a vital organ to, gossip and giggle over our boys and random shit, have best friend dates and movie marathons and sleepovers with' people.
My two sisters, my twins (yeah yeah both of them, whatever, hush), my red strings of fate (platonic🙄) soul mates, two links with my soul that crosses any distance and time, my fellow INFPs. The two women who will stand next to me when I marry and be aunts to my children and always have a room in my home and place at my table.
I am so blessed to have you both in my life and I love you both so so incredibly much. 🤍 Thank you for being my best friends. Thank you for being my sisters.
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"-did she expect?! She abandoned him! And basically told him that they're relationship had been an experiment, totally ignoring his genuine love for her!"
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"For crying out loud Nigel, you're being far too kind to Beatrice!"
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"You didn't see her Jordan, she was distraught!"
"Of her own making!"
"Aren't you being a little unsympathetic?"
"No, I'm seeing things as they are! What's upsetting her? That she made a mistake, or she regrets it?"
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"Deeply. She was stressed that she was being forced to do it there and then-"
"Yeah, it's not like she had all fucking day to tell one of us she didn't want to do it" Jordan said sarcastically.
"Jordan, by the time she tried to stop it, it was too late."
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"Ok, so she was nervous about the wedding there and then. That's understandable, but telling Benedict that they're relationship was a lie, or manufactured?! How'd you explain that?!"
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"She's not sure why she said all that. It's not true either way. She knows Benedict loves her-"
"Past tense Nigel. He could hate her right now, after that stunt she pulled!"
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"Anyway, enough talk of Beatrice's bad life choices, how's the robot wifey coming along?"
"Jordan!"
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"Nigel you're talking to someone who is still mourning a girlfriend who died over a month and half ago."
"It's still a short amount of time to grieve Jordan. You have every right to take as long as you need."
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"I keep thinking of ways to bring her back. It's stupid, I know but-"
"It's not stupid. There have been supernatural methods proven to resurrect people back from the dead. It's kept hush-hush to avoid a massive media sceptical. Toni was saying that Lucy called her the other day, about bringing someone back."
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"Wait, Luce wants to bring Ricky back?"
"I don't know, she didn't say who."
"Do you think there was something between those two?"
"What, Ricky and Lucy? No idea."
"Mate, there were a few times that I swear they could've got it on if I'd not walked in on them."
"Jordan, please-"
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"Ricky defiantly wanted to shag her. Not sure if it was reciprocated...but she did look pretty devastated when she nearly died, didn't she?"
"See I want to rubbish what you're saying...but I did sense an intimacy between them, or maybe sexual tension's the right word."
"Fuck, who knows?"
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luciwritesstuff · 3 years
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fine line | tom holland x reader
pairing: roommate! best friend! tom holland x reader
summary: the line between friends and lovers is deceptively fine
playlist:  fine line by harry styles; grow as we go by ben platt; adore you by harry styles; pillar of truth by lucy dacus; july by noah cyrus (ft. leon bridges)
warnings: swearing, mention of sexual themes, the usual ridiculous pining, !smut (minors dni)!
a/n: wheeeeeeeeew. so sorry this took a legitimate month folks, but in my defense i moved to a whole ass new country in that time so my free time has been limited. anyway, enjoy enjoy, and please drop me an ask/comment letting me know your fav/least favorite part is! i’d love to hear your opinions!
also, do yourself a solid and listen to this song during the scene (you’ll know which one hehe)
https://open.spotify.com/track/6lUXneXZ9jc3HSMHgd8oqh?si=14d5a9ae6f8440de
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Tom’s sitting on his laptop at the living room table when someone sets down a small, rectangle cardboard box to his right. He looks up in surprise at Tuwaine, who’s standing there, an expectant look on his face.
“What’s this?” Tom asks, picking up the box and turning it over.
“It’s a self-test,” Tuwaine says, and Tom frowns.
“What’s happened? Have we been in contact with someone who has COVID?” he asks, and Tuwaine shakes his head.
“No, but you’ll need the result to get into the Harry Potter event,” he tells Tom, who gives him an even more confused look.
“What?” he asks, and Tuwaine sighs.
“I just got off the phone with G,” he says, and he watches the expression on Tom’s face morph into a guarded one, “One of the celebrity guests cancelled last minute and she’s losing her mind about it. I was thinking about how I could help her and then I realized there is someone who can help her. . . someone who happens to be an international movie-star and can generate a lot of press,”
Realizations dawns over Tom’s face as Tuwaine finishes speaking, and he gives him a look. “T, you know she won’t want me there. . . she told me point blank I’ve been the source of most of her stress for the past months. . . doesn’t she have enough going on already?”
Tuwaine shakes his head with a tut. “This is your chance mate. . . she really needs your help, but she’s being too stubborn to admit it, you know how she is. . . it doesn’t matter what happened between the two of you or what your feelings are for each other, you’re still friends, and friends show up for each other, regardless,”
There’s a silence as Tom thinks this over, hesitating, and Tuwaine sighs.
“For what it’s worth, I’ve known G long enough to see you’re not just a friend to her, and it’s high time you little idiots figure out that you make each other happy and bloody well get on with it, for all of our sakes’,” he says with an exasperated breath, and Tom chews on his lip, stomach filled suddenly with nerves.
“You really think she likes me?” he asks his friend, and Tuwaine smiles a little.
“Course she bloody does mate . . so get off your ass, put on a fancy suit and turn the movie star charm to max. Go be fucking Tom Cruise or something and get your damn girl,”
And sure enough, thirty minutes later and with about half the confidence he had when he got in the car, here Tom is, standing in the doorway, eyes raking over the courtyard of Dartmouth house. He’s very aware that several pairs of eyes have turned towards him and are staring and he can hear a ripple of murmuring travel through the crowd, but he ignores it as his eyes desperately look for the one person he came here for. When his eyes finally find you, his stomach does a little backflip. You’re standing next to a woman at one of the tables, speaking in hushed tones, and even though your body language is stressed, Tom can’t believe how beautiful you look.
It’s not like he hadn’t noticed it before, I mean it was hard not to notice, given you lived together, but it’s only been for the past month that Tom has really noticed you. Your hair, the color of which he’s always liked, is curled softly and gracefully adorns your face and shoulders and your makeup is so minimal Tom barely even notices you’re wearing it, yet it does the trick. The dress you’re wearing, which he saw briefly this afternoon, sits on your body in all the right places, and the pale colour is a nice contrast to your skin, which has taken on a light tan from the hours spent lounging in the garden back home.
The moment Tom realizes he’s well and truly fucked? When you turn to look at him, the eyes he knows so well meeting his, and you smile.
and oh man, that smile–
That stupid, freaking incredible smile of yours that makes his insides feel like they’re literally melting. Tom’s breath comes shallow and for a moment everything around him freezes in place, sounds tuning out, like somebody has hit pause on the surroundings, and all his mind and body can do is look at you.
He manages to shake himself out of his stupor, and the world around him comes back into focus. Tom forces his most charming smile on his face, his eyes going from you to the woman standing next to you, who he assumes from your past descriptions is Helen, and he makes his way over. He knows your eyes haven’t left him, and he can feel your gaze on him the whole time he makes his way over. When he reaches you, he nods his head a little, smile spreading wider as he addresses your boss.
“You must be the famous Mrs. Sharpe,” he tells her, and she lets out a forced chuckle.
“Well, I don’t know about famous,” she says, giving an almost elated smile, “I must say, it’s surprise to see you here, Mr. Holland,”
Translation? I don’t remember inviting you.
Tom doesn’t know Helen very well, and he can’t tell if she’s happy or angry that he’s here. He’s half worried he’s misjudged it and bunged up showing up here and Helen won’t be happy at all, but when his eyes fall on you, your eyes are sparkling and you’re trying to suppress a smile as you look at him, and that sort of makes up for it all.  
“Well, I got an invitation from your assistant here, a few months ago, was it?” he asks you, and you nod dutifully, chewing on your lip to keep yourself from smiling, “But didn’t think I’d be able to make it. Turns out my evening freed up after all, and seeing as I’m a pretty big fan of the franchise and the books myself, I decided I’d show my face,”
Helen’s eyebrows raise in surprise ever so slightly at the mention that you invited him, but she covers it up pretty quickly and manages a gracious smile. “Well, we’re most pleased to have you here,”
Tom gives her a little nod. There’s a call of Helen’s name to your right, and she glances over, lifting her hand in greeting at someone, before turning back to Tom.
“You’ll have to excuse me, Mr. Holland, I’m needed elsewhere,” she says, forcing another smile, “I trust Y/N here will show you to where you’re sitting and I’ll see you later,”
Tom gives her another nod and a smile before she flits off, looking equal parts pleased and unsettled. When she’s stepped out of earshot, Tom turns towards you, and there’s a moment where you look at each other. There’s a smile growing on your face, and before Tom knows it, you both burst out laughing, trying your hardest to keep it as quiet as possible.
“Oh, Mr. Holland,” you imitate in Helen’s voice, “We’re so pleased to have you here, God, the look on her face!”
“Does she always look like she’s trying to swallow a lemon whole?” he asks you jokingly, and you laugh some more.
Tom snorts as he shakes his head, and for a moment it’s just the two of you, laughing, and it feels good. It’s just like before, when things were easy and uncomplicated, and you didn’t have to think about kisses and feelings.
“Seriously, Tom, what the hell are you doing here?” you ask semi-seriously as the remnants of laughter escape from your mouth.
“Tuwaine sent me. . . something about Rupert Grint cancelling and there not being enough press,” he confesses, and he watches as your mouth goes slack in surprise.
“But you bloody hate events like this,” you splutter, and Tom gives you a look.
“Yeah, but you needed my help so. . .here I am,” he says matter-of-factly, and he means it.
Tom would do most anything for his friends, and even after all the confusing crap you’ve been through in the past month, he is still your friend, and he’d show up for you anytime you needed him to.
Your expression is hard to read, and for a moment you stand in silence. Then, without warning, and to Tom’s great surprise, you lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him furiously. He’s caught off guard but hugs you back without skipping a beat, and you squeeze each other so tight it takes the air out of his lungs, but he doesn’t care.
“I’ve missed you,” you whisper to him, and he knows what you mean.
It feels so good to be your friend again.
Just you and him, like it used to be, talking to each other, laughing with and at each other. . . Tom doesn’t realize how much he’d been missing his best friend until now.
“Yeah. . .” he says, swallowing hard, “Missed you too, BFF,”
Your body shakes as you chuckle at the reference, when you had called him your BFF on the camping trip, and you pull away from each other. Your eyes are glistening slightly, and your smile is so elated Tom almost feels guilty when he remembers the real reason he came, and what he was planning to tell you. But he also knows you’re not just his best friend, at least not to him, and he can’t bottle his feelings any longer because he’s afraid they might eat him alive. As quickly as it came, his relief is replaced by anxiety, and uncertainty.
He looks at you again, and decides now is not the time, no matter how desperately he wants it to be. You look so elated, happier than you’ve looked in months, and Tom doesn’t want to be the one to ruin it.
“I should probably go and mingle,” he says, trying to hide the nerves in his voice and giving you a watery smile, and you nod at him, smiling yourself.
“Okay,” you tell him, and as he turns around, he feels your hand gently grip his wrist, and he turns to look at you in surprise.
“Tom?” you ask him, and your eyes are boring into his with such intensity he’s struggling to concentrate.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, really,” you tell him earnestly, and Tom feels his heart skip as you give his hand a thankful squeeze.
“Anytime,”
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“Dance with me?”
Your turn to face Tom, who’s standing behind you, a small smile on his face, and your heart does a little ker-thump.
He really does look handsome tonight.
The whole night seemed to have gone smoothly, and the party was slowly starting to fizzle out as more and more guests started to leave. You’d been sitting at this table since dinner, with Julia and Jack, who had both just disappeared for a smoke. Little did you know, Tom had been watching you from his table for the past 30 minutes, trying to find a time to get you alone, trying to muster up the courage to ask you to dance.
His hand is outstretched, and with a small breath, you take it, allowing him to pull you up from where you’re sitting. He doesn’t let go of your hand when you get to your feet however, and his fingers stay firmly wrapped around yours as he leads you towards the small dancefloor. You recognize the opening tones of Al Green's “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart", and watch as two or three couples are already dancing slowly in the middle of the courtyard, where tables had been moved out of the way to allow for some dancing. To your great surprise, Helen had suggested that part, though you suspect it was because she’d had too much champagne.
Raising the hand he’s already holding up, you feel the other settle around your waist. You lay your hand on his shoulder, and for a moment, you sway in silence, bodies still stiff with awkwardness. The song drums on, and as the beat thrums through your body, you feel yourself relax into Tom. Your hand hooks over his shoulder, so you’re standing so close you can feel him breathe under you, practically cheek to cheek, chin almost leaning on his shoulder. Your entwined hands are resting against his chest gently, where you can feel his heart beating under his shirt, and Tom’s hand shifts slightly in yours, making you smile lightly as you feel a few of his fingers absent-mindedly play with a loose strand of your hair.
Tom doesn’t think he’s ever been this close to you, and it’s almost overwhelming. You’ve kissed, of course, but this is different. He can feel everything, focus on your hair, your smell, the heat from your body under his fingers, the way you melt against him. It makes him dizzy.
But it’s a good dizzy, giddy almost. The emotions pool, white hot in his stomach, filling him with warmth and affection so intense Tom thinks he might explode if he doesn’t say something.
“Y/N,” he all but whispers your name, and he feels your head move slightly on his shoulder, and you pull back a little, so you’re facing each other, his eyes meeting yours, noses barely inches from touching.
There’s a million things he wants to say, but somehow the words aren’t forming in Tom's mouth. He only feels, his heart beating so intensely it almost hurts, warmth spreading through every inch of his body, pure adrenaline and serotonin filling every inch of his mind.
But even though the words aren’t forming in his mind, he’s still opening his mouth, and before he can stop himself, without thinking about how bad of an idea this is—
“I’m in love with you,"
He’s barely whispered it, but he knows you’ve heard him, and he watches as your eyes widen slightly.
“W–What?” you stammer, and he takes a deep breath, looking directly at you.
Now or never, he thinks to himself.
“I’ve known for a while, I think. . . I just–. . .I had to know for sure and I’m sure, G,” he says, looking directly at you, “There isn’t a moment that goes by that I’m not thinking of you. . . can’t do anything but think about you. At night I dream of you, all day I wait to see you, not Harry, not Harrison, not bloody Tuwaine, but you, walking through the front door. . . Every day lately has felt like I’m struggling to breathe, like I’m drowning, you know? But you’re like coming up for fresh air. . . you save me, every day, without even knowing it,”
He watches as you open your mouth, trying to stammer out a response, but Tom’s on a roll now.
“I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I can’t keep it myself any more, or it’ll eat me alive. . . so–”, Tom swallows the lump in his throat down, “Whatever you feel, whatever you decide. . . just know that I’ll be here. I’m bloody mad for you. . .” he takes another breath, letting it out with a sort of relieved finality, “I’m yours, Y/N,”
Tom almost wants to look away as he watches your expression change. None of the feelings reflected in your eyes in succession are what he’s expecting, and his chest fills with dread as you continue to stare at him, mouth slightly open in shock at what’s just come out of his mouth. There are several minutes of agonizing silence as you stare at each other, your eyes still wide.
“Say something,” Tom asks, almost begs you, because the silence is killing him, and his brain is filling with a million thoughts and the soul-crushing realization he’s probably just jeopardized one of the single most important friendships he’s going to have because of his inability to keep his feelings in check.
Finally, after what feels like hours, Tom breaks the silence.
“You don’t have to. . . we can just–”
“You have a girlfriend,” you interrupt him, your tone almost matter-of-factly, giving him an expectant wide-eyed look. Tom feels your hand leave his shoulder as you take a small step backwards, hand falling out of his, shaking your head ever so slightly.
“I don’t,” he says desperately, his hands reaching out and grabbing yours, in a desperate attempt to keep you close to him as panic fills him at the thought of losing you, “We broke up last week, after the camping trip. . . she was never the one I wanted, G, not really, I think you know that,”
Your eyebrows pull down in a slight frown as you take a shaky breath, eyes falling down to your feet for a moment, and your hands pull out of his abruptly. Your eyes meet his again, and they’re less wide than before, but this time they’re glistening with incoming tears, filled with anguish and pain.
 “I–. . .” you bring out, your voice wobbling slightly, “What–. . .” you bring out, before swallowing thickly, “What do you want me to say?”
Good fucking question, Tom thinks bitterly to himself, and he curses himself for not thinking past this bit.
“God, I don’t know, Y/N,” Tom lets out, frustration and disappointment bleeding into his tone, running a nervous hand through his hair, “I just–. . . forget I ever said anything, okay?”
“You want me to forget that?” you ask him incredulously, blinking a few times.
“I don’t know!” he exclaims, and he hasn’t even noticed he’s raised his voice at you until you take another small step back, and immediately he feels guilty. Tom watches as you press your lips together firmly, and his eyes desperately search your face for something, anything, to let him know he hasn’t completely misread the whole situation “Just anything but this. . this can’t all have been in my head, I know there’s something there, Y/N, we both do–”
“I can’t,” you interrupt him again, your voice barely a whisper as you stare at him, eyes filled with tears, and shaking your head, “I can’t do this,”
You take another step away from Tom, and you watch as his face falls, the look in his eye almost tearing your heart in two. Your breaths are difficult as you take another step back from Tom, and before you know it, you’re practically legging it, and you don’t slow as you hear him call after you. You walk straight out of the courtyard, trying to slow your breathing as a few tears breach your eyes and fall down your cheeks. A million thoughts are swirling through you head at top speed, Tom’s words echoing in your head, your emotions swirling white-hot in your chest, almost painfully. You’re so preoccupied with getting out of there, away from Tom, that you almost career straight into Helen, who’s standing by the reception, waiting on her coat from the vestiaire.
“Woah there,” Helen says, her voice more relaxed than usual, “You trying to run me over or something?”
“I’m so sorry,” you say hastily, looking up at her, and her face deepens into a frown as she sees your cheeks are glistening.
“You alright?” she asks.
It’s the most sympathy you’ve heard in her voice in month, and it takes you aback as you swallow hard and wipe your hands with the back of your hands as quickly as possible, giving her a curt smile.
“Yes, sorry, something in my eye. . .”
It’s the single most unconvincing lie you think you’ve ever told, and you can tell Helen doesn’t believe you for shit, but she only clears her throat.
“I was hoping to run into you,” she says, face becoming serious, “I wanted to talk about your future at the company. . .Your time at Bloomsbury–”
You bow your head slightly, readying yourself for the blow.
“–has been nothing short of exemplary,”
Your head shoots up so quickly you almost give yourself whiplash, and your eyes widen.
“I’ve talked with the board, and, well, a spot’s just opened up for assistant editor, really it’s been open for a while but–. . .” she purses her lips for a second, stopping herself, swallowing as if it’s taking every ounce of effort to say the next sentence, “We all agreed you’re the best for the job, so if you want it, it’s yours,”
You have to stop you mouth from falling open in shock, and after a second of silence, Helen raises an expectant, severe, eyebrow. “Well? I don’t have all night, you know,”
“Y-yes!” you manage to bring out, “Of course I’m interested, I-I’d be honored to work with you,”
“Hmph,” she lets out, but you don’t miss the corners of her mouth pulling up slightly as she takes her coat from the vestiaire assistant.
“Then I’ll see you on Monday, don’t be late,”
With that, she turns on her heel and walks down the hall and out of the door, leaving you standing in the hall, mouth half open in shock.
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Tom’s not ashamed to say he only just stopped crying 5 minutes ago.  After you’d fled the courtyard and left him standing there by himself, he’d felt the most humiliated since that time he almost wet himself in front of the whole Spiderman cast when he’d forgotten to ask for a bathroom break.
He’s not going to lie, this felt so much worse than that. He’d watched you take off, eyes swimming with tears, and it had felt as though someone has tied his insides into a knot and had then tried to pull them out through his throat.
All in all, not a great feeling.
So now, here he is, sitting on an upturned wooden crate in the back alleyway behind Dartmouth house, in a 900-pound suit, smoking a cigarette, nursing what he can only compare to what feels like the world’s roughest hangover. He’s gotten a few odd looks from kitchen staff that have come in and out the heavy back door on the side of the building to take out trash, but Tom doesn’t care. His phone has buzzed several times in his pocket, and he’s stubbornly ignored it, not trusting himself to reply to Tuwaine’s texts, because this definitely wasn’t the plan they’d discussed when he’d sent him to this event.
What do you want me to say?
Your words echo through Tom’s mind, and he shakes his head bitterly.
What did he want you to say? Tom would like to think he doesn’t care, that all that mattered was that he had said his piece, but it was the farthest from the truth. Of course he cared, of course he wanted you to say you felt the same, so that he wouldn’t feel as though he’s been imagining something being there for the past months.
But you hadn’t said anything, and that had been enough.
Tom shakes his head as he stares at the space between his feet, trying to dispel the memory and prevent himself from re-living it, but it seems burned into his mind. 
It’s like that dream where you show up to school naked, only ten times worse and replaying on an endless loop.
Suddenly, a pair of shoes appear into his view, and despite himself, Tom feels his heart skip a beat as he recognizes the pale green of your dress. Tom doesn’t look up at you, afraid he might say something and make things worse, and he watches as your shoes shift and he feels you sit down next to him on another upturned crate.
Suddenly, he feels your hand move, and watches as you gently take the pack of cigarettes he’d been holding, opening it up and grabbing one. You don’t speak a word to each other as Tom reaches into his coat and pulls out his lighter, holding it up to light the cigarette you’ve put between your lips. It lights, and you take a long drag, breathing in through your teeth as you hand the pack back to Tom, and he puts it in his pants pocket. You both stare ahead at the wall of the alley in front of you, in utter silence, and you let out a sigh through a breath of smoke. You take another drag.
“We really fucked it, didn’t we?” you say through slightly strained breath, holding the smoke in your lungs.
“Mmh,” Tom hums in agreement, and the corners of your mouth turn up into a slight smile, before you let out another puff of smoke, a laugh escaping your lips.
It feels ridiculously out of place to laugh right now, but you have no control as you chuckle again, through your nose as your shoulders shake slightly. It’s soft, almost incredulous, but when you look to Tom you can see that he’s smiling at the wall, biting on his bottom lip and shaking his head disbelievingly. He turns to look at you, shaking his head.
“I just poured out my heart to you and now you’re laughing at me?” he asks with an incredulous smile, his voice almost joking, and you let out another laugh, shaking you head as you turn back towards the wall, eyes staring ahead as Tom lets out a chuckle of his own and turns back away from you. You sit there for a few seconds, laughing softly, taking drags off your cigarette, and as the last chuckle escapes your lips you let out a sigh, laying your head on Tom’s shoulder softly. His smell curls towards your nostrils, making you giddy, your heart seemingly doing a tap-dance routine in your chest.
Tom takes a final drag off his cigarette, taking it in a deep breath so you feel his shoulder lift slightly under your cheek.  
After another moment of silence, you let out another breath.
“Let’s go home,” you say, and your voice is deflated as you lift your head from his shoulder.  
“Yeah,” Tom says, getting to his feet, and he turns to you, holding out his hand. You gratefully take it and he pulls you to your feet, before a shiver overtakes your body. Tom’s eyebrows shoot up on his forehead.
“You cold?” he asks you, and you narrow your eyes at him.
“. . .no,” you reply, and he purses his lips, eyes twinkling as the corners of his mouth twitch.
“You’re shivering,”
“Am not,”
“Mmhmm,” he hums non-commitally, before he starts to shrug off his coat.
“Oh no no no, no,” you protest, taking a step away from him, “Absolutely not, mister, we’re not doing that whole ‘I’m a gentleman’ thing, nope,”
“You’re really not going to take the blazer?” Tom asks.
He’s smiling slightly now, teasingly, and it infuriates you beyond belief, because he knows, goddamn he knows, you’re fucking freezing.
You shake your head vehemently.
You stand for a silent minute, staring at each other, a pleasantly amused expression Tom’s face as he waits, blazer held up, and you stand, practically gritting your teeth to stop yourself from shivering.
“Just take the coat, you little idiot,” Tom sighs, “I’d like to get home sometime tonight,”
You purse your lips, before stepping forward and sliding your arms into his blazer, which, big fucking surprise, is too big for you.
Tom watches as you wrap it closed tightly around you, trying to regain some warmth.
“Suits you,” he says, and when you look up at him, shaking you head in disbelief.
“I will shove this blazer down your throat,” you warn him, and now Tom laughs.
It’s an annoyingly beautiful sight, and even the sound of him laughing makes you feel things, so you can barely stop the small smile that spreads on your face.
“I hate you,” you say with a chuckle, shaking your head.
“No you don’t,” Tom says, smiling at you, giving you the kind of look that makes your insides melt into a puddle of goo.
“No, I don’t,” you admit grudgingly, before stepping towards him, bumping his shoulder as you walk out of the alley together, taking his hand in yours. You pull it over your head and wrap it around your shoulder, leaning into him. If Tom’s surprised, he doesn’t let on, and it feels normal, strangely natural; as if the two of you had never kissed or made sweeping confessions of love.
You walk in silence, enjoying each other’s company, and Tom leads you towards the curbside opposite Dartmouth, where he’d parked the car, and you laugh as you see which one he came with.
“Of course you took the Jag,” you joke, and he smirks.
“Hey hey, I had to complete the whole ‘I’m rich and important and I generate a lot of press’ image,” he says defensively, “The Jag adds like an extra couple of grand,”
“It definitely does,” you say cryptically, and Tom looks down at you, frowning a little.  
“What’s wrong with the Jag?” he asks you, arm still tightly wrapped around your shoulder, and you shrug.
“Nothing,” you reply, and he gives you a skeptical look.
“Oh, don’t give me that. . . spit it out,” he tells you, and he gives your arm a squeeze as you laugh slightly, before scrunching your nose in a bit of a grimace.
“It’s just. . . it’s a really ugly car,” you tell him, grimacing, anticipating his reaction.
“What?” he asks, and the smile is wiped straight off his face, replaced by pure surprise as he stares down at you, and he quite literally puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you to face him.
It’s almost painful to watch the emotions cross his face, from surprise to shock to hurt.
“Take that back,” he tells you, pursing his lips, and you fight to hold in a laugh.
“Can’t take back my honest opinion,” you tell him simply, shrugging innocently.
“No, that was such a mean thing to say, take it back right now!” he says, sounding almost upset.
“Okay, okay, I take it back,” you say, because he’s seriously is starting to look like someone kicked his puppy.
There’s a moment where you look up at him, trying to keep the smile off your face, and he stares down at you, and you know he’s reading your face the way he knows how to do, and his mouth falls open.
“Oh my god!” he exclaims, and you grimace again.
“I’m sorry,” you tell him, face scrunched into an apologetic grimace, and he shakes his head in disbelief.
“You totally hate my car!” he accuses, taking a step back, looking positively affronted, “How could you hate my car, you said you liked it when I bought the bloody thing!”
“I didn’t want to ruin your moment, you looked so pleased with it,” you tell him bashfully, and he tuts.
“I’m not accepting this. . . either you take it back in earnest or I’ll make you,”
Now it’s your turn to laugh.
“Oh really?” you say, crossing your arms, “You’ll make me?” you ask him disbelievingly, a teasing smile on your lips, eyebrows pulled into a playful frown, “How exactly will you–”
You get your response almost immediately, when Tom uses the hands he’s planted on both your shoulders to practically yank you forwards and kiss you. It’s short and sudden, but his lips are exactly the way you remember them: pillow soft, and seemingly coated in some kind of fast-acting neuro-poison because it feels as though all the neurons in our brain have short-circuited.  When he pulls away from you, Tom’s eyes widen a little, filling with apology.
“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking–”
He barely has time to finish his sentence because you’ve leaned forward and pressed your lips back to his. It takes barely a second for him to respond, his hand sliding from your shoulders to your back as your arms come around his neck, pulling him against you as your lips mould together. It’s urgent, but still soft, as though knowing his feelings for you and how deep they go makes you feel them through his lips. You haven’t even realized you’ve backed towards the car until you feel the cool of the metal through your dress, but you don’t care as Tom continue to kiss you, and his lips leave featherlight touches over your skin as he kisses down your cheek and along the length of your cheekbone, before pressing a soft kiss right in the crook, his teeth making contact with your skin lightly, which makes you inhale sharply. He comes back up to your lips, and after a moment, you detach your lips from his.
“We–,” your lips touch again, interrupting your thought, “We should get–”
“Mmh,” Tom hums in agreement, kissing you again, and even just the feel and the taste of him make you so giddy you’re surprised your knees haven’t buckled.
He kisses you a last time, pulling away but still somehow lingering there, lips inches from your yours, breath against your lips, eyes half-closed.
“Get in the car,” he says, his voice soft but somehow still filled with authority, and you know he’s asking, but he’s not really asking.
You nod, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as he opens his eyes and looks at you, and goddamn, that look– you swear you could’ve dropped your panties right there and then without a second thought.
The drive home is tense, filled with stolen glances, and you’re glad it’s late because Tom’s run several red lights, but it’s the farthest thought from your mind as you observe his hand on the steering wheel, lines of his tendons and veins bulging slightly as he grips the wheel tight. Before you know it, the car’s pulled into the driveway, and as the engine dies, there’s a tense silence between the two of you, and you turn to look at him. You both know this is a bad idea, and the beginnings of doubt start to knaw at your insides
“Tom–” you start.
“I know,” he interrupts, “We shouldn’t,”
Another tense silence in which you look at each other, and it feels as though someone has pulled a string taut between you two, and it could snap at any second. Tom’s eyes wander to your lips for a millisecond, before coming up to your eyes again, and there go the butterflies in your stomach again.
Fuck it.  
Almost at the same time, you lean across the middle of the car, lips crashing against one another. It’s even more desperate than earlier, fervent, and Tom’s hand comes up to the side of your face, pulling you to him desperately. You both know you shouldn’t, that the sensible choice here is to talk, but somehow you can’t help yourself. 
It feels like your body has drop-kicked the common sense right out of you, and it’s taken over the controls of the car without ever having driven before.
Tom’s tongue slips into your mouth without second thought, and you willingly part your lips to let him in, as his hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head. Your hands reach for him but he’s sitting too far away, and before you know it you’ve practically crawled across the gear shift and straddled him in the driver’s seat, the steering wheel uncomfortably digging into your back, but you don’t seem to care. Tom’s hand reaches for the handle to move the seat backward, but with the extra weight of two people leaning against it, the seat snaps backwards faster than either of you expect, and you let out a sound of surprise as you fall forwards, putting your hand out against the side of the seat to stay upright. Tom’s lying under you, eyes a little wide in surprise, and you bite your lip, before letting out a laugh, and Tom smiles bashfully.
“Oh jesus,” you mutter between chuckles, leaning forward to bury your head in Tom’s shoulder, muffling your laughs. You feel one of his hands loosely on your thigh as his shoulders shake with his own laugh. When you come back up, an embarrassed smile on your lips, Tom sits up a little, eyes focused on your face as your laughs die down, an almost adoring smile on his lips.
His hand comes up and brushes some hair from the side of your face, tucking a strand behind your ear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says softly, and the tone of his voice makes your heart ker-thump in your chest, “I could look at you all night,”
You try to take a breath but it’s shaky, and you’re glad it’s dark because you’re sure your cheeks have flushed a deep crimson color. Your brain fails to conjure up a response, instead leaning forward and kissing Tom again.
You don’t know how long you two stay in the car, pressed up against each other, lips desperately colliding, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, but when Tom’s hand pulls the strap off your shoulders, lips leaving featherlight kisses down your neck, you let out a half-groan, half-moan.
“Tom,” you breathe, as you feel his hand, which has slipped under your dress, run along the hem of your underwear.
“Mmh?” he hums against your skin, and you sigh as you feel him leave a hickey in the crook of your neck.
“We can’t,” you whisper, eyes closed as his lips set your skin alight, you feel his fingers slip under the elastic of your panties, fingertips grazing the edge of “We cannot have sex in this ridiculous car,”
Tom lets out a groan in protest, pulling away to look at you plaintively, nose scrunched up.
“Why not?” he practically pouts, and you smile slightly at him, before cupping his face and giving him another long kiss. You just can’t get enough.
When you pull away, your faces are inches from each other, eyes closed, and you run your tongue over your lips before whispering against his.
“Because,” your voice is barely a breath, eyes opening slightly to see the small frown that has formed between his brows, “I can’t be bendy in the car. . . .and trust me, you want to know just how bendy I can be,”
Tom eyes fly open and stare straight into yours, filled with slight surprise but darkening with pure lust by the second.
“You better get out of the car, right now,” he tells you lowly, and you let out a slight giggle as you open the driver’s side door, disentangling yourself from Tom to get out. He follows you quickly, and when your eyes catch sight of the bulge straining against his suit pats, even in the dark, you struggle to contain your laughter.
“Oh shut up,” he tells you, looking semi-embarrassed as he readjusts, “You were literally sat right on it, I don’t know what you’re expecting,”
“If you say so,” you tell him teasingly, and he shakes his head with a chuckle as he locks the car and you step ahead of him up the driveway.
“Cheeky,” he says, and you let a squeal of laughter and as he gives your ass a playful tap, moving out of his reach up the driveway as fast as your shoes will take you.
The minute you’ve unlocked the door and entered the dark hallway, Tom is kissing you again, lips heavy against yours, the coats on the rack tickling your back. The light is off and you’re kissing in the dark, his hands pulling you flush against him, and the feeling of his arms encircling you, your body pressed up against his, makes you giddy.
You don’t even register making your way up the stairs, but before you know it, you’re fumbling for the doorknob on Tom’s bedroom and practically fall through the door, which he kicks shut, lips finding yours again. It’s hurried, urgent, as if you’ve both been waiting a lifetime for this, but after a second, Tom pulls away. It’s dark, and you can’t see him very well, but you can just distinguish his eyes boring into yours.
“You sure about this, G?” he asks softly, his face inches from you in the dark, his hot breath tickling your nose.
“Yeah,” you breathe, nodding your head slightly, before swallowing. “You?”
“Yeah,” he whispers against your lips, kissing them softly, but it’s different, tender.
He’s never kissed you like this before, and it takes your breath away. His hands maneuver your body to turn you around, your back facing him, and you feel him bring a hand up to move your hair to one side lips kiss the crook of your shoulder and neck, the other one moving up your back to the zipper of your dress. You let out a soft moan as his teeth graze across your skin, and when he unhooks the straps, your dress falls in a pool at your feet, and you easily step out of it.
Just like that, your shoes come off, and Tom’s suit jacket and his shirt, your hand tracing shapes across the defined lines of his chest, before reaching for the zipper of his pants. They come off pretty easily, and you find yourself kissing along the top of his chest, running your teeth over his collarbone as your hand moves to palm the bulge in his boxers, eliciting sounds from him that do nothing to help the damp patch currently growing in your underwear. His hands run down your side and come around to cup your ass, fingers digging into your skin, and when his palms move slightly lower and grip the bottom of your thighs, it almost feels like instinct when you feel Tom sink through his knees and lift you clean off the ground.
It’s effortless, as if you weigh almost nothing, and your legs wrap around his hips tightly, trying to keep yourself upright as he moves towards the bed, lips glued to your neck, and you roll your hips against his, feeling him press up against you. His lips detach from your neck for a second to let out a jerky breath at the contact, the thin fabric of your underwear the only thing stopping you both, and you can feel his nails digging into the skin of your ass.
“Jesus. . .” he lets out in the faintest whisper, and you smirk slightly as you lean down to kiss him again, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip.
You both practically collapse on the bed, and Tom hovers over you, kissing down your chest, between your breasts, down your stomach. You arch your back, using your hand to unclip your bra, and after you’ve taken it off, you toss somewhere in his room as his hands run down your sides and graze your hips, his lips reaching the top hem of your underwear. His fingers hook on the sides of your underwear, pulling it down slowly over your legs before dropping them on the floor. As he returns to you, his head dips between your legs, but you pull yourself up to your elbows.
Normally you wouldn’t object, but for some reason, you can’t wait. Something inside you is desperate, you want him inside you, you want to full of him, connected to him.
“Please,” you practically beg, “I–I can’t wait. . . I need you,”
He leaves featherlight kisses along the inside of your thighs, and you can feel him smile against your skin, before he kisses all the way back up to your lips, hand kneading your breast, nipple pinched slightly between his fingers, and you moan against his mouth, eyes closed.
“You got a condom?” he asks you his voice, and your eyes open.
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean,” you mutter, hands moving down his body, “You?”
“Same,” he whispers, before he frowns a little, “Well I’m not on the pill, obviously, but I am clean–”
You kiss him, interrupting his ramble, before pulling away with a small smile. 
“Shut up,” you tell him firmly, and he nods his head. 
“Yes ma’am,” he jokes, lips colliding with yours in a smile.
Your hands make quick work of his boxers, tugging them down. Tom has to move away from you to pull them over his knees, and as he does he feels your hand trace shapes over his side, fingertips brushing his skin, setting it alight. In a matter of seconds he’s leaning over you again, and you feel him brush up against you. He’s looking down, one hand by the side of your head, holding him up, the other guiding himself towards you. He looks back up at you just as you feel him slip inside you, and your mouth open with a gasp of pleasure, forming an O as your eyes close and you feel his hips kiss yours. Tom lets out a strained groan as he rolls his bottom lip into his mouth, hips staying still for a second.
“Fuck, Tom,” you whisper his name, and it makes the hair on the back of Tom’s neck stand up.
It’s quiet for a moment, and he’s staring at you, faces inches from yours, propped onto both his elbows, encasing you. He leans down and kisses you again, moving his hips at the same time, and the pleasure that arcs through your body is unlike anything you’ve ever felt.
He begins to move his hips slowly, and your eyes close as your arms tighten around his neck. Soon, you’re meeting each other’s thrust, and the chorus of moans and your name coming from his mouth are electrifying. One of his hands runs the length of your arm, wrapped around his neck, fingers gripping yours as he lifts it over your head. You feel his fingers entwine with yours, and your heart is beating so desperately against your ribcage it almost hurts as your eyes open to look at him. He’s wearing the same look as before, filled with so much adoration it’s almost distracting, and he kisses you again, fervently. Your heart thumps in your head as your lips meet, hips thrusting, and the one recurring thought, the one recurring emotion is Tom. The way you feel, wrapped in his arms, touching him, kissing him; it sets your body alight.
Your rhythms fall in sync, you seem to fit perfectly. You’re closer, it’s hotter, it’s better.
You lose track of time as pleasure soars through your body, and you swear several days could’ve gone by and your giddy brain wouldn’t have been able to tell. You spend the night entwined with each other, hands running over each other’s bodies, words whispered in each other’s ears, against each other’s mouths, and it’s quite literally the most mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had. At some point during the night, Tom’s lips graze the bottom of your earlobe, and he whispers something in your ear that almost makes your heart explode.
“I love you.”
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Seasick | Caspian x Pregnant!Reader
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Warnings: Vomiting and lead up to childbirth. 
Time/Era: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
Word Count: 900
Summary: A pregnant woman on a large naval ship probably wasn’t the best idea in hindsight. 
Request: Hi ! Could you please do a Caspian imagine when lucy, Edmund and eustace arrive in narnia and Y/N is married and pregnant to Caspian or something ?? Thanks xx
A/N: I assumed you meant this era, so I did my best. Thanks for the request! Hopefully, this is what you had in mind! Let me know what you think :) If anyone has any requests for any character please send them my way!
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“Man overboard!” was the most excitement the Dawn Treader has seen in weeks. Caspian jumped into action, diving off the edge of the ship and swimming towards the castaways. His form was perfect; the muscles in his arms flexing as he propelled through the water. Why were there men in the middle of the ocean? He looked excited and happy to have this small bit of excitement. 
Y/N however, had the urge to hurl. The young woman was in the final few weeks of her pregnancy, and the sudden stop of the large ship threw her stomach for a loop. Barely making it to the side of the boat, Y/N emptied the contents of her stomach into the sea. There wasn’t much in her stomach in the first place, due to rations, so her vomit was mostly stomach bile. It burned her already sore throat as it expelled from her body and splashed into the shining water down below. 
The crew had been extremely patient with her and helped her out whenever they could. They gave her portions of their rations and made sure she was as comfortable as possible. Y/N wasn’t sure if this came from a place of kindness, or it was due to the fact she was King Caspian’s wife. For all she knew, Caspian could have ordered all of them to care for her when he was unavailable. 
She hadn’t even wanted to board the Dawn Treader in the first place. Sure it was a beautiful boat, but Y/N already had issues with seasickness when she wasn’t pregnant. But, Caspian felt guilty enough about not being able to care for her due to his royal duties, that when he discovered he had to miss the birth of his daughter, he wouldn’t have it. He would be with his wife through that, no matter what he had to sacrifice. 
A soothing hand came to rub up and down her back as she leaned against the railing. Y/N knew it was Caspian immediately. He wasn’t the best with emotions and comfort, but every little action helps Y/N feel loved. 
“Love, you won’t guess who our stowaways are.” He said into her ear, helping her away from the edge. 
“Y/N!” Lucy’s voice echoed around the boat when she saw a glimpse of the young woman’s hair. Footsteps approached quickly as the Pevensies were eager to see their friend again. 
“Y/N!” Lucy repeated, but her tone was different. Instead of excitement, her voice was laced with surprise. Y/N smiled bashfully and Caspian wraps an arm around her waist. 
“Hello, Lucy,” She looked behind Lucy and saw Edmund staring at her with a matching shocked expression. “Hello, Edmund. How did you two get here?”
They ignored Y/N’s question and continued to gape. 
“What happened?!” Lucy exclaimed before she could stop herself. Edmund smacked her forearm with the back of his hand. 
“What do you think happened?!”
Caspian laughed with the warm, genuine chuckle that Y/N loved so much. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple and pulled her close. Y/N’s left hand came to rest on her belly and her large diamond ring caught the sunlight. 
Before Y/N could answer the Pevensies, she leaned over the side of the boat and rid her stomach of more bile. 
“How far along are you?” Lucy wraps her damp towel around her tightly. The boat began to move again, so the breeze returned. 
“Nine months, she’s due any day now.” Caspian answers in Y/N’s place. He pulled her hair into a makeshift ponytail and rubbed her back. 
“And we’ll have to deal with it,” One of the men behind Edmund murmurs under his breath. He was mopping up a puddle of water nearby and had heard the entire conversation. Caspians head snapped towards the sound of the voice. 
“Pardon me? What was that?” His tone was cold and his voice was sharp. Caspian’s jaw clenched, as did his hand on Y/N’s hair. 
“Nothing, your majesty.” 
“Oh, I could have sworn I heard you say something about my future daughter. Would you like to express your thoughts again?”
“Oh! A daughter! Ed, its a girl!” Lucy squeals excitedly, grabbing Edmund’s arm and shaking it. 
“Lu, not the time,” Edmund responded with a hushed voice. 
“Some of the crew were talking, that’s all. The ship isn’t really the best place for a pregnant lady, much less a baby girl, your highness.” The crew mate’s grip tightened around the mop’s handle as his speed quickened. 
“Are you questioning my decisions regarding my wife and child?” Y/N turns around and wipes her mouth, focusing on the two men. While she agreed with the crew member, she couldn’t help but grin at Caspian’s actions. He was so fast to defend her. 
“No, sir, of course not. You told us to have her best interest in mind and that is where we are coming from,” Y/N’s grin fell quickly. She felt small pop in her lower abdomen and a stream of water streaming down her legs. “Caspian?” Y/N asks into the air. She felt like a deer in the headlights. “No, you don’t think I have my wife’s best interest in mind.” Caspian continues, walking closer to the man. “Caspian!” “Y/N, are you alright?” Y/N glances over at Edmund. He apparently picked up on her changed deminer. “Are you going to vomit again?”
“Caspian!” She shouts one last time. He jumps, a bit startled but looks back at his wife. 
“My water just broke.”
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(Continuation of my rp, part 4. ❤ male reader, nsfw please. God I love bottom luci so much that I haven't read any fics or hcs involving him as top in like months. Also thank you as always - 🍓 )
(Lucifer's thighs grip my hips tightly as I thrust at a faster pace. His hole twitching so much around me. Leaning down a bit, I suck on his sensitive nipples, making sure to pay special attention to it). Luci, darling are you close? If you are, just cum as much as you want (Going back to sucking, my other hand finds its way to his leaking cock, beginning to stroke it in time with my thrust. Occassionaly stimulating his glans causes lucifer to tighten around me. I moan softly around his nipple at the stimulation, releasing him from my mouth). Mhm, L-love you're so tight, you feel so good around me. You're going to make me cum at this rate... (Kissing him deeply, I stroke his cock faster making him release a few tears in pleasure. Smiling softly at him, in I hushed voice I say). Lucifer, you look so beautiful like this. I'm so happy I get to see you so lewd and needy... Mhm, love I'm quite close. Would you like me to fill you up? (Knowing the answer, I kiss all over his face. My thrusting becoming erratic as I got closer to my release. Thrusting deeply as I can, I spill my seed inside of him. Clenching around me rather tightly, Lucifer sobs in pure ecstasy as he feels the warmth seep in. Kissing his lips, I gently stroke his hair to calm him down). Shhh, my love are you alright? (Suddenly feeling lucifer start to grind down on my cock again, I release a small moan. My soft tone being replaced with arousal). Ready to go again immediately as always.. (Pecking him, I slowly pull out, making sure my cum stays inside him. Whining at the loss, lucifer starts to whimper in sadness and need. I kiss him immediately to comfort him). Luci, I'm just going to change your position a bit, I'm not leaving sweetheart...(Making sure to hold him close, I shuffle him a bit to get him on all fours with his ass raised higher. Getting behind him, I slowly ease back in. Lucifer clamps down swiftly at the intrusion, his eyes rolling back a bit. Leaning forward, I kiss up his spine, and stopping at his nape). Darling, you're so needy during your heats, how did you even manage before I got with you? (Thrusting suddenly, lucifer mewls). Ready to take me again, my love?
NSFW below, under 18s please don't read!
Bottom Luci is a blessing upon this world; so is top Luci but... I just have such a soft spot for him being a bottom 😂 So I'm glad to know I'm writing him well!! Thank you for the kindness! 💕
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Deep moans and sweet whines leave the demon as his lover thrusts into him, every suck around his sensitive nipples drawing desperate gasps from his throat. "Oh, oh darling, I-- a-aaaah...~" His eyes squeeze shut as the first orgasm of the night washes over him, a thick load of cum squirting out over his flushed skin. It does nothing to soothe his aching arousal though, and he all but squeals as his partner strokes his poor, needy cock. "Y-Yes, that's it! Touch me, darling; make me cum, please, I need it-- need you-- n-ngh...!" His hole tightens and twitches, one hand buried in his lover's hair and gripping like a vice, the other clutching at the sheets. "Cum inside me, love... fill me with your seed... b-breed your mate until he cannot take anymore, please..." Such sweet little whines leave him as his lover kisses his cheeks, and as he feels the warmth of his partner's cum filling him, flooding him, the demon quite literally sobs as his back arches and he releases again. "H-haaaah..." Oh, he can't even manage words, it feels too good... So he responds with action instead, his lustful gaze meeting his lover's as he rolls his hips, grinding their lengths together. He returns the peck, eyes widening and fingers gripping as his human moves away, whimpers and whines escaping him. "You... promise you aren't leaving, don't you...?" he breathes out, panting softly. His body is pliant and obedient as his human puts him on all fours, and he clutches at the sheets, hips slowly swaying as though he's presenting his soft, round ass for his mate. He hisses with delight as he feels his lover's cock begin to push back on, his fingers tightly gripping the sheets. "Uuuuuhn...~" His back arches a little as his lover kisses up his spine, his eyes rolling up as his skin tingles with excitement. "Barely managed... masturbated non-stop... h-haaaah~!" His eyes blow wide as the human thrusts inside him so suddenly, and he nods fervently. "Yes, l-love, always ready..." he purrs, his voice a sultry and breathy growl.
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it’s wip wednesday so i thought i’d share a quick writing wip from my multi chapter fem howince fic which will maybe be done in 20 years ! it’s got 8 chapters and i am still on chapter 2 if this gets finished it’ll be a miracle. the fic is called eau d’bedroom dancing because i love le tigre and imagine how fantastic riot grrl vince would be ...
mentioning before hand that i write all my first drafts and oneshots with no capitals because i find it a lot easier but with this fic when i go back over i’ll put capitals in :) (also this is a section from chapter one not the opening)
her name is vincenzia mirabella lucie-marié le manteau rafflesia vaisseau-spatial noire (the longest name in the class, and the only one never written up on the ‘star student!’ chalkboard) but everyone refers to her as vince. she’s new to the school, and seemingly england, but her accent is pure south london. two teachers have quit because of her already. holly moon has never been so interested in a person in her entire tiny life.
oh, she’s read up on musicians, heard their stories, wished ever so slightly that her life would someday be just as interesting — did you know nina simone had seven siblings, that john coltrane was in the navy? but the weirdness that seems to just bounce off vince’s tongue beats every story she’s ever read hands down.
it quickly becomes apparent that she’s borderline feral: if the staff-room murmurs of the teachers are to be believed, she came from a ‘neglectful home’; if vince’s own word is to be accepted, she was raised in the jungle by a cast of rock stars, animals and french nobility. holly is sensible enough to doubt her at first, but before long (and after many demonstrations of her ability to talk to animals) she’s genuinely on board. they sit behind the ash tree at lunch time, out of sight from dribbling boys and disapproving teachers, and holly figures out that through half a chocolate bar vince can be coaxed into revealing all sorts about her unorthodox childhood.
‘dunno why you’re so desperate to know about my life,’ vince complains once, when asked again to tell the story about the great order of frogs and the backwards waterfall. ‘why can’t i hear stories about you for a change?’
‘all in good time,’ says holly, whose mother is a tax attorney married to a geography teacher. ‘plus, i know you love the attention.’
and so vince sits there and talks until she goes hoarse, or loses interest, or feels like changing the subject right at a crucial moment, or the school bell rings and they have to go inside. she talks about her house made of bus tickets and her animal friends, her french duke uncle who would come down on bank holidays and teach her table manners, about joining the jackals for hunts, about skimming the treetops in the claws of squabbling vultures, about the hoots and screeches of the monkeys as they chased her through the undergrowth on the back of a hippopotamus. and holly will listen breathlessly, trying to seem nonplussed when in reality she is clinging to every last word. (tell me again about the paper-mache tiger and the rhinoceros’ game nights. tell me again again again.)
because no matter how hard her sensible brain tries, she really can’t prove them wrong. vince is hopeless at all forms of spelling or arithmetic. she is genuinely flabbergasted when explained to that, in fact, biting and shoving are not always seen as ‘playful’ in the human world. she swears like a sailor (or perhaps a rockstar) would, until the little old lady vicar gasps, snaps her bible shut and refuses to read to the year six class ever again. idioms are beyond her, let alone algebra, and the teachers insist there’s no hope — but they can’t help liking her, despite it all. there’s something so genuine about her ever-present toothy grin, her bubbly demeanour, that they soon allow her to get away with anything.
and yet holly is her best friend. and the only person (maybe in the world) vince will tell her stories to.
‘once upon a time,’ she begins one lunch break, dipping holly’s generous sacrifice of a curly wurly into her pocket for later, ‘i was out with jahooli the leopard, who was my best friend — he’d give me rides on his back when i was really small, swattin’ the bloodsuckers away with his giant tail. he’d catch me fish in his big strong jaws, crush ‘em up so i could eat ‘em right, i was just a nipper, i’d not got all my teeth in yet, but he was a right sweetheart about that sort of thing. on the surface jahooli always seemed to be a reckless character, a real rough-and-tumble kind of cat, but i knew the reality: he’d lost his mate and his litter and he was gettin’ on a bit, i was all he had left in terms of fatherhood. it meant he did get a bit invasive at times, yeah, he could be real clingy. i didn’t mind though, see, i’m wise beyond my years, so i was quite good with all that stuff, i let him vent to me when it all got a bit too much for his poor leopard heart to handle. anyway, this one day he was lookin’ after me, on account of my foster father bryan ferry being away on tour. and it was a hot afternoon, this one. really hot.’ she sinks down on her heels. ‘the kinda hot that drenches you in sweat no matter how still you stand. the kinda humid that makes your palms slick and your eyelashes heavy. most of the animals were tucked away underground by midday, but the bigger sorts like me and jahooli, we couldn’t exactly join them. so jahooli said, why don’t we make our way down to the river?’
holly feels her spine prickle. it is eerie, the way her friend’s stories pull her in.
she follows vince along to said river, feels jahooli’s long speckled tail curling round her shoulders, bumping against her collarbones, keeping her close. feels the slick wetness of the air, feels the burn of her lungs as they work in shallow pumping gasps. breathes in the hot dark of the bush, the low chatter of the canopy. soon the lumbering gait of the leopard slows, the river is in sight — the banks are busy with boars, bucks and buffalo, sunning lizards and mice. slow-blinking crocodiles cruise in the shallows. vince is not afraid of them. (holly would be.)
‘is it true if you’re being chased by a crocodile you should run in a zig-zag pattern?’ she interrupts (not because the story is getting a little too tense for her or anything).
vince rolls her eyes, makes a face as if holly has asked her the stupidest question in the world (considering just yesterday she asked holly whether all numbers bite or if the three digit ones are just especially fiesty, they clearly have different opinions on what counts as a ‘stupid question’). ‘if a crocodile were to haul its fat arse out of the nice cool water just to give you a bit of trouble, you probably did something awful to deserve it. why? are you plannin’ to go pokin’ sticks at ‘em? cause if you are, insult their music taste, they’ll go absolutely mental. most crocodiles are obsessed with alice cooper, so there’s a good starting point, have that one on me.’
‘so what’s—‘
‘oi, hush! do you want this story or not?’
holly shuts up. vince lowers her voice.
the jungle is sweaty now, the riverbanks a dripping piccadilly circus. jahooli has left vince’s side, gone to make conversation with ranbir the great panther, so she ventures alone to the water’s edge (the animals watch over her, they all like her, tiny and pink and strange as she is) and dips her feet in. the water is so clear and cold it hurts, but soon the pain ebbs and gives way to a calm coolness. she sits down, slides in up to her knees, lies back against the soft mud
the jungle is treacle now, bubbling and pooling, thick. vince soon drifts off and the leaves behind her eyelids are red. the stars are wheeling gulls, the air is thick with salt-spit, her eyelashes tangle and she slips down into the mud. somewhere else, the dulcet waves begin to lap. the elephants have arrived. jahooli and ranbir share a look before they approach, hackles raised (they are not mean-spirited creatures, but they do like to play a prank).
the jungle is long gone now, and vince dreams of strawberry ice cream. somewhere else, jahooli and ranbir wind around each other dizzyingly, teeth flashing slick and sharp. somewhere else, the elephants are fussing, distressed by their feline dance, their ashy trunks whirling as they back up their feet. pelts twist and brush together before the big-cats turn, open their jaws and let out a combined roar that wakes vince, sends animals scattering, splits the sky in two —
and the jungle rumbles. and the elephants charge.
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Fairy Tail’s Fairy Tale’s Chapter 1
((This is my contribution to the Fairy Tail big bang by @ft-ez-bb​ ! I hope you guys enjoy it! Please comment/reblog/ect. I’ll be putting up a new chapter every day until the 27th.))
WENDY'S BIRTHDAY
Wendy awoke with a smile on her face, and in her heart. After all, how could she not be happy? It was her birthday, and Chelia and Lyon had come all the way from Lamia Scale to spend it with her! Which brought up a troubling fact, her bed seemed a lot more empty than the night before. Where was Chelia? The house only had one guest room, and they had decided to give it to Lyon, since he was a boy. Wendy threw her legs over the edge of the bed and hummed in thought. Carla wasn't in her bed on the opposite side of the room either. Where was everyone? 
The crashing and bickering from downstairs quickly answered her question. "I'm an ice mage! We deal with cold, not heat! Did you honestly expect me to be good in the kitchen?!" "Oops! Lyon! I accidentally started another fire!" "Quiet! You'll wake the child!" At the smell of smoke, Wendy decided she should probably get down there. She walked into the kitchen to see all three bickering around the oven, Carla was in her human form. 
"Uhm. . . Is everything alright?" Wendy asked politely. The group turned around, looking slightly panicked. "Wendy!" Chelia raced over to hug her friend. Wendy laughed and happily hugged back. "Happy Birthday!" "Thank you!" "We tried to make you breakfast but. . . um. . ." Chelia glanced over at the charred, strangely shiny remains of what had been eggs. ". . . It didn't go well.  . . " Wendy just smiled, "It's okay, we can go out to breakfast." she assured. "Oh! I wanna give you your present!" Chelia eagerly pulled Wendy towards the living room. 
Carla turned to the ice mage disappointingly once the girls had gone. "Honestly, Lyon! You're an adult! And you can't even cook?" "I can cook just fine!" Lyon snapped. "Tell that to the frozen eggs." Carla countered, gesturing to the frozen pan. "Oh, forgive me!" Lyon replied, sarcastically, "Next time I'll just let the fire keep going and burn your house down." Carla sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "I just hope the guild does better than you." Lyon had to laugh at that, "You think those fools remembered Wendy's birthday?" Carla gasped, "How dare you! The members of Fairy Tail utterly adore Wendy! They would never do anything to hurt her!" "Yeah, but they're idiots." Lyon stated. It wasn't an insult, it was a fact. ". . . Oh dear. . ." Carla murmured. Lyon had a point. ". . . They're definitely not the brightest . . . What if they did forget her birthday?" The exceed exclaimed, worriedly, "Oh! she'll be crushed! I can't let this happen. You have to stall her." Carla decided. Lyon was bewildered.
"Me?! What am I supposed to do?!" "Take her out to breakfast and open gifts. She received her gift from me last night and will no doubt want to show it to you. I'll go ahead to the guild and make sure she is not forgotten!" Carla shifted into her cat-like form and flew off without another word, leaving a very panicked Lyon in her wake. ". . . I am so screwed. . " he breathed.  ----- Carla was breathless by the time she arrived at the guild. She threw open the doors and glanced around worriedly. The wizards and witches of Fairy Tail were lazing around as if it were any ordinary Sunday afternoon. 
"No!" Carla shouted out loud. She put her head in her paws as the guild glanced towards her curiously. "What's wrong, Carla?" Happy asked, worriedly, as he approached. He didn't like it when Carla was sad. "You all forgot!" Carla wailed, looking back at the guild in misery. "We didn't forget nothing!" Natsu yelled angrily. He leaned towards his teammate, "Lucy, what'd we forget?" She sighed in reply. "Lyon was right . . ." Carla groaned. "Lyon?" Gray asked, "What are you talking to that jerk for?" "This is absolutely unacceptable!" Carla exclaimed, glaring at the guild, "Wendy is a part of your family! I cant' believe all of you would forget such an important day for her!" "What? Tuesday?" Gajeel asked from his place, with his arm around Levy. The woman stared up at the man she had chosen to be with in awe, ". . . It's Sunday Gajeel." The slayer scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Whatever. . ." "It's her birthday!" Carla exclaimed. "Who's birthday?" Jet asked. "Wendy's birthday you imbeciles!!!!" The guild fell silent at that. ". . . Oh shit . . . ."  "Didn't anyone remember?!" Carla exclaimed desperately. There was the sound of a throat clearing from the back of the room and everyone glanced over. "I thought this might happen and planned accordingly." Freed explained, smiling, "As you can see, I"ve provided both a gift and a banner." he gestured to the counter, where two presents and a rolled up banner sat, "The second gift is from Mystogan." he explained. Carla sighed, "At least one of you remembered. The rest of you better come up with something fast, because Wendy will be crushed if she learns you forgot her birthday." "I could put on a show for her?" Gajeel offered, rubbing the back of his neck. "No one wants that for they're birthday!" Natsu yelled from across the room. "Shut up Ash-for-brains, you wouldn't know talent if it bit you on the ass!" "I know it's not you!" ". . . Actually. . ." Carla mused, "A performance could work. . ." "Really?" Levy asked, surprised. "Really?" Gajeel asked, just as surprised. "Indeed, my present to Wendy was a book of Fairy Tales, and she was quite happy to receive it, Perhaps we could act out these stories in the form of a play, letting Wendy choose the cast and narrate." "That's a great idea, Carla!" Levy praised. Carla smiled, "Perfect! Now we have to get the stage and banner set up before she gets here." The guild members rushed to set everything up for their little sky dragon slayer.  --------  Wendy smiled as she entered the guild. Everyone was bustling about. Lyon chuckled at the view. "Never a dull moment around here." He lit up as he saw a beautiful figure from afar. "Oh, Wendy? Would you mind if I. . ." "You can go talk to Juvia." Wendy answered Lyon's question before he even finished it. "Thank you!" Lyon dashed off. The girls giggled as they heard Lyon get berated by his childhood friend. "Do you think he's ever going to give up on her?" Chelia asked, curiously. "Maybe after she marries Gray." Wendy joked. The girls laughed again. It was around this time Wendy finally spotted  her exceed, whom she approached curiously. 
"Carla, what's going on?" Carla gasped and whirled around at the voice. "Wendy! You're here!" the exceed paused for a long moment while the girls stared at her in confusion. Carla sighed and spoke louder, "Wendy's here!!!" The guild members whirled around to look at Wendy. They quickly took up the cry of "Happy Birthday!" Which Wendy beamed at. "Thanks so much everyone! I'm surprised you all remembered." The Fairy Tail guild fell completely silent for the second time in history, as everyone glanced away guiltily, while Wendy looked on in confusion. "Of course they remembered!" Chelia exclaimed, "They love you! So what'd you all get her?!" "Chelia, that's rude." Lyon scolded, lightly. "And you stealing my guild mate isn't?!" "This isn't about you, Gray!" The two returned to their bickering. "Our gift is a performance Wendy." Carla explained. "Really?!" Wendy lit up, but glanced around shyly, "Oh, I hope you didn't go through any trouble for me. . ." "Oh, hush, child." Carla scolded, "It was no trouble at all." 
Carla sat Wendy down at a table in front of the stage. "Did you bring the book I got you?" "Mm-hmm!" Wendy nodded and eagerly brought it out. "We are going to put on the Fairy Tales for you." Carla said, smiling as Wendy grew excited, "You may choose the story and who plays what part." "That sounds like so much fun!" Wendy cheered. "Then let's not dilly dally, let's get straight to it." Carla said. "Oh, there's so many stories- I don't even know where to start!" Wendy admitted, shyly. "Then let's start at the beginning." Carla suggested, "What's the first story?" "Um. . . Puss In Boots." Wendy said, turning pages to find the first story. "Who will play what part?" Carla asked. "Hmm. . . " Wendy thought for a long moment, "Well, Puss In Boots is about a clever cat that defeats an ogre and helps his master get a wife-Lily can do it!" "Lily can do what?" Pantherlily asked, looking up from his kiwi breakfast. "You can play Puss from Puss in Boots! Uh. . . if you want to. . ." Wendy added, shyly. Lily smiled, "I would love to." Gajeel stood. "Where are you going?" Levy asked. "No one's being my Lily's master but me!" he replied, sternly. Wendy giggled, "Okay. And Levy can be the princess! We need an ogre and a king!" "Makarov could be king." Mirajane suggested. The old man sighed, "I'm not as young as I used to be, but I'll give it a try." Mirajane gave her brother a look and he sighed, "I'll be the ogre." "Yay!" Wendy cheered. The group glanced over Wendy's shoulder and quickly re-read the story. "I can easily provide costumes." Erza assured, leading the group backstage  while Wendy began the first story. 
PUSS IN BOOTS 
Wendy began to narrate eagerly. "Once upon a time there was an old miller. When he died, he had three sons." Gajeel walked onto the stage. "To the first, he gave the mill." "Alright!" Gajeel said grinning. "That's not you." Wendy explained. ". . .Huh?" "That's your brother." Wendy told him. ". . .Oh. . ." She continued, "The second son got the donkey." "Not bad!" Gajeel grinned again. "That's also not you." Wendy informed him. "Then what did I get?!" Gajeel complained. "The cat." "The cat?! My brothers get a business and a donkey and I get a damn cat?!" Gajeel asked, angrily. "The cat is Lily." Wendy offered. "Best present ever!" Gajeel hugged his exceed happily.  
"But the miller's son had a problem. What was he to do with a cat? But the cat assured him that he would be fine." Wendy continued. Lily wormed his way out of Gajeel's grasp and turned to him, "Listen, all I need is a pair of boots and some hunting gear, and I'll make you rich." he promised. Gajeel looked skeptical, but shrugged, "I don't really believe you, but I'm desperate, so what the hell?"  "The cat got his boots and spent the next few months hunting to take care of his master." Wendy continued, "But every few weeks, the cat would go visit the king." Makarov sat in a  fine throne onstage. Lily walked up, holding a bowl of fruit up to him, "A gift from the Lord of. . . the Iron Hills." "Tell your master that I thank him for the gifts." Makarov replied. Lily bowed and both of them scurried offstage. 
"One day, when the cat knew the king was going to be out in the village, he brought his master to a lake." Wendy said. Gajeel followed Lily back out onto the stage. "I'm doing what?"  the slayer asked. "Strip and get in the lake." Lily gestured to a large barrel that was serving as their lake. "Why?!" Gajeel exclaimed. "Just trust me. I have a plan." Lily assured. Gajeel sighed and climbed into the barrel. They had decided to leave the stripping out, since there were children in the room.  
“While he was bathing, the king walked by with his daughter." Wendy continued. "Help! The Lord of the Iron Hills is drowning!!!" Lily exclaimed. Makarov rushed over and pulled Gajeel out of the 'lake'. "His clothes were stolen by a thief!" Lily explained. "You will have some of my robes then." Makarov said. Erza used her magic to give Gajeel fine clothes. "I remember you from the gifts your cat has given me. Now walk with me." Makarov walked offstage, Levy and Gajeel followed. 
"The cat ran ahead and told everyone he met to say that the land they were working on belonged to the Lord of the Iron Hills." Wendy continued, "And went to the nearest castle, which happened to be owned by an ogre." Elfman walked onstage and Lily walked up to him and bowed, "Dear Sir, I have been told that you can turn into anything." "I can!" Elfman confirmed, cockily. "Can you turn into a giant monster?" Lily asked. "Of course I can!" Elfman changed into a large creature and Lily yelped and hid behind the nearest object- which happened to be the barrel/lake. Elfman laughed as he changed back into a human. 
"Hmm. . . not bad." Lily admitted, creeping out from his hiding place, "But can you turn into something small, like a mouse?" "With ease!" Elfman flexed and Wendy turned to the guild, "When the ogre turned into a mouse- the cat ate him!" The duo raced offstage. "It was around this time that the king and miller's son arrived." Makarov and Gajeel walked back onstage. "So this is yours too?" "Indeed. My master is the best lord in all the land." Lily assured, standing by his dragon slayer's side. "If he's that great, he has my blessing to marry my daughter." Makarov assured, letting Levy step forward. Gajeel grinned as he leaned down to kiss her. "And they all lived happily ever after!" Wendy cheered. 
The guild clapped as the actors got off the stage. "You two can stop kissing now." Lily said with a small sigh as he watched the couple make out. "No thanks, I'm good." Gajeel only grinned as Levy gave him a light shove and looked over towards the book. "What's next?" she asked curiously. Wendy turned back to the book, "The Foolish Wishes." she read. "I know that story!" Levy smiled, "That would be perfect for Natsu and Lucy." "Huh?!" Lucy exclaimed. Wendy gasped and turned to the duo energetically, "Oh, please Lucy?! Please Natsu?!" Lucy sighed and smiled fondly "Oh, alright. . ." she stood and began reading the story. "Sure! If Gajeel can do it, I can do it!" Natsu grinned and used Lucy as an arm rest while he read. Once they were done, they headed backstage and Wendy began the second story. 
THE FOOLISH WISHES
"There was once a poor woodcutter . . . " Wendy began, at this Natsu walked onstage. "He was so sad he wanted to die." "SCREW YOU, HEAVENS!" Natsu yelled, angrily, "You've never given me anything!" "At this moment Jupiter appeared! Oh. . . but we didn't choose a Jupiter. . ." Wendy realized, sadly. "The heck is a Jupiter?" Natsu asked. "Jupiter is the god of thunder and lightning." Carla explained, "King of the Roman gods." 
"We have our own god of thunder~" Freed smirked over at his love teammate. Laxus slowly turned to look at the rune mage, "NO." "Come on, Laxus. You'd make her day." Evergreen pressed. "Yeah! Don't be an ass!" Bixlow said. "Ass!" "Ass! "Ass!" his babies repeated, flying around Laxus's head. The blonde sighed and glared ahead, "You three won't leave me alone until I do it, will you?" "No, we will not." "Nuh-uh." "We're just gonna keep annoying you!" "Annoying!" "Annoying! "Annoying!" "I'm also going to cut off your alcohol privileges until you do it." Mirajane chirped in. That did it. Laxus groaned and approached Wendy.  "I'll be your Jupiter- but only because I'm being forced into it." he shot a glare at his team as he climbed onto the stage. His voice was emotionless when he spoke. 
"I am Jupiter. God of thunder and lightning. Fear me." Natsu snickered at the lackluster performance, "That's all ya got? C'mon, man! Do some special effects or something!" Laxus was more than happy to strike Natsu with lightning. While the Salamander lay on the ground in pain, Wendy continued, "Jupiter promised the woodcutter three wishes!" "Alright, dumbass, listen up." Laxus grabbed Natsu by the scarf and yanked him into a standing position, "The first three wishes you make will come true, got it?" Natsu nodded, he opened his mouth to speak but Laxus quickly covered it, "So don't waste them on dumb shit." Laxus dropped Natsu onto the ground again and hopped off of the stage, grumbling bitterly as he returned to his seat. "With those words, Jupiter returned to the sky!" Wendy narrated, happily, "But the woodcutter raced home to his wife." 
Lucy walked in and set up a table and two chairs, before taking a seat at the table. Natsu raced over gleefully, "WE'RE GONNA BE RICH!!!!" he cheered. "What?" Lucy exclaimed, "How?!" "The woodcutter told his wife the story." Wendy narrated. "We have to be careful with our wishes, Natsu. We'll sleep on it and make the wishes tomorrow morning." Lucy suggested, "I'll go make dinner you start the fire." Natsu nodded, "I'm good at that." Natsu enthusiastically set the nearby barrel on fire (the one they had used as a lake in the last story) and put his feet up on the table. 
"Man this fire looks tasty." Natsu thought aloud, "I wish I had a sausage too!" Mirajane threw a sausage onstage and Natsu stared down at it, ". . . Oh no." "Natsu!! You idiot!!" Lucy yelled angrily, "We could've had gold, diamonds, jewels- And you wish for a sausage?!!" "It was an accident!" Natsu defended. 
"I can't believe i ever made friends with someone like you!" Lucy ranted on. "Hey! I said it was an accident!" Natsu was starting to grow angry. "This is the stupidest thing you've ever done! And you've done a lot of stupid things-" "I wish the sausage was stuck on your nose!!!" Natsu yelled angrily. Lucy gasped as she picked up the sausage and held it to her nose. "NATSU!!!!!!" 
"Oh no! We only have one wish now!" Natsu realized, ignoring his 'wife's' plight, "What should I use it for?!" "I have a sausage stuck on my nose!!!!" Lucy scolded. Natsu sighed, "I wish my wife didn't have a sausage on her nose. . ." he grumbled. The sausage fell to the ground. "And so the woodcutter and his wife learned a valuable lesson!" Wendy announced, proudly as the duo left the stage. "Man, Lucy, why do you always gotta mess things up?" "I messed it up? I think you read the wrong story pal-" 
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&&. ( sebastian tobias rockefeller ), the ( 40 ) year old ( governor ) from ( new york ). he is a member of the ( democratic party ). he is often confused with ( chris pine ). some say that he is ( extravagant & vain ), but he is actually ( driven & good-natured ).
tw for cancer + death mention
ok so! you might recognize seb’s last name, he is in fact a descendant of the Great Businessman (tm) john d. rockefeller
he is extremely proud of his family and he WILL make sure you know who he is
can’t wait to pretend to be a capitalist :)
anyway! he got the life you’d p much expect; elite private schools, nice clothes, big house, etc.
his parents were... not distant but certainly distracted. he isn’t the rich boy who never knew love, but there were times when he felt ignored/forgotten
he got his bachelors in history and political science from nyu and got his law degree (his Juris Doctorate if ur fancy) from georgetown
while he was at georgetown he met his future wife, amanda
they actually disliked each other at first but obv that didn’t last and they fell in love
he was a p big private defense attorney for a while, he’s part of the new york, pennsylvania, maryland, delaware, and connecticut bar associations
i think he always knew he’d end up in politics, like even as he was doing law he knew that was just a stepping stone
probably believes he’s destined to be president (we don’t have time to unpack ALL of that)
in 2010 he became the governor of new york, unseating the previous incumbent, which was p sweet (he probably did a bunch of work in the government before that but i have never cared less about american bureaucracy than i do in this moment)
also in 2010 his wife gave birth to their first daughter, a little girl called alexandra
and in 2013 she had a second baby, another girl called theodora
his daughters are the most important ppl in his life, he loves them more than anything
in 2014 his wife was diagnosed with breast cancer and she passed away in 2015
and then in 2017 he met sutton whitmore at the met gala
sutton was a complete curveball for him, tbh i feel like he wasn’t expecting to ever find love again after amanda but. here we are
him and sutton are v hush hush, seb hasn’t told anyone and they’ve been v careful to avoid getting seen by the press (his kids probably know but they have been TRAINED not to say a word)
and then more recently he got called into the oval office for a Meeting
he was certain that kathleen had somehow found out about him and sutton and that the meeting would end in his death warrant
but she was none the wiser; she wanted to ask if he would be her running mate for this election
he said yes ofc, seeing it as the next rung on the ladder to his own presidency
he’s coming to phuket i think just for safety’s sake? he’s more concerned w his daughters than himself but yk
also for sutton but he’s not planning on admitting that any time soon
another fun fact: he has a golden retriever named sammy, a corgi named lucy, and a german shepherd named archie (he was pressured into adopting them by alex and dora)
plot ideas for him are p fast and loose; could be people he’s met through work, either politics or law. he’s pretty caring and easy to get along with in general (if you can get past his weird I’m A Rockefeller superiority complex). really anything dhsahdlj we can brainstorm
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His ray of sunshine, Chapter 1
Keira is an omega who is picked to go live with a new pack, in hopes of being chosen by the leader Alpha, Tom. But she has some competition on her hands from another omega. And Tom isn’t the only Alpha that his eyes on her. 
Keira leaped out of bed, the sun was only just rising but she was too excited, and nervous, to sleep any longer. 
She ran to the bathroom to get showered and dressed, making sure to wash thoroughly. 
Her long, dark brown hair almost reached her lower back. Even though she got it cut yesterday. She loved her long hair, and no amount of bickering from her mother would have her change it. Since she had time, she spent a while braiding it into one large braid, it made it easier to control and keep out of the way. Especially since she didn’t entirely know what the day ahead of her would hold.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed softly. She could only hope and pray that one of the Alphas in the pack she was going to join would want her. The leader was looking for an omega, and she was one of the omegas joining the pack for a week to see if he desired her. Just because he was an Alpha and she was an omega, it didn’t mean he would want her.
But, single Alphas could also pick her too if they wanted. If the leader didn’t want her, it was no problem for another Alpha to have her. But if the leader wanted her, he got first pick. Unless another member also wanted her, then he would have to challenge the leader in a fight to see who would win the omega and also would win leadership.
It was also scary because if the leader didn’t want her, and none of the others in the pack wanted her, then she would be kicked out. And it would depend on her current pack leader whether she would be allowed back in again or not.
Keira was rather short, at five foot two, even for an omega she was on the shorter side of the scale. She had a beautiful skin complexion from being out in the sun often, she enjoyed being outdoors as much as possible, even just in the garden. Her friends had scared her about stories of mean Alphas not allowing their omegas to go outside regularly. She only hoped and prayed that wouldn’t be true with hers if she was picked.
A knock on her bedroom door startled her from her thoughts. Then her mother called through. ‘Are you awake, love?’ 
‘Yeah, I’m almost ready!’ Keira called back. 
She hadn’t realised how much time had passed by already. It was almost time to go, he would be here for her shortly. 
Finishing off her packing, she took her suitcase downstairs and had breakfast one last time with her parents. 
‘Now, you best behave. Remember and do as your new Alpha tells you.’ Her mother said and Keira nodded.
‘I will, mum… If he picks me.’
‘Hush now. You are a beautiful omega, with a desirable scent. I’d be surprised if the leader didn’t want you.’ Her mother assured her.
It wasn’t just looks, or the fact she was an omega. But in the scent of an omega, you could sometimes tell what kind of person they were too, judging by their aroma. If they were a kind and caring person, their smell was much more appealing. If they had an ugly personality, it showed in smell too.
Keira knew she should’ve felt sad and scared about leaving her parents. Whilst she was a little bit, she still couldn’t help but feel excited about her future too. Well, what she hoped was her new future.
A firm knock on the front door made her stomach swirl. It was time. 
Her father went to the door and opened it. The smell of another Alpha flooded her senses, but it was slightly calming, since she was related to him.
‘Ah, Michael. Good to see you, brother.’ Her father said, greeting the other Alpha.
The brothers briefly spoke about their packs, and about a few enemy packs that were on the go too. Keira waited patiently till they were finished, just standing quietly with her suitcase. 
Then the two Alphas finally turned to her. 
‘Wow, you’ve grown so much since I last saw you.’ Michael grinned. 
‘It has been seven years, uncle!’ She laughed. 
‘True. But still. Tom will be very pleased with you.’
She had been picked to go join Tom’s pack because Michael knew she would be a desirable omega, especially for Tom. Since he was now looking for one. Though Michael was slightly concerned about one other member of the pack, who was also single and quite… aggressive. He wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to take on Tom for her.
‘Michael will look after you. I know you’re in good hands.’ Keira’s mother said as she gave her a big hug. 
‘I know, mum. I’ll miss you.’ Keira squeezed her mother tightly. 
‘I’ll miss you too. Keep in touch... I love you.’ 
‘Love you too, mum.’ 
Keira felt a slight tugging pain inside of her when she left her parents. Michael took her suitcase and led her out to his car. She waved once more at her parents before getting in, Michael closed the door behind her. 
He turned to her parents. ‘I promise, she will be safe with us. Tom is one of the strongest Alphas in the country, she will be well looked after and cherished if she is picked.’ He assured them. 
Keira waited patiently, nervously fidgeting with her hands in her lap. She’d known for years that she was to move to stay with another pack, it was what happened in their world. 
She was lucky in the fact that her uncle was in her new pack. Even though she hadn’t seen him in years, at least there was one person she knew. 
‘Ready to go, kid?’ He asked when he joined her in the car and started it up. 
‘Yeah... I think so.’ She said anxiously. 
‘What are you worried about?’ He asked, concerned. 
‘I’m just scared he won’t like me... Or that any of the pack will.’ She whispered and looked down at her hands in her lap. 
Michael chuckled softly. ‘You should only be worried about if you will like him. That’s what most omegas are worried about. Worried they might end up with some old pervy grandad for an Alpha.’ 
Keira’s eyes widened as she looked at her uncle. ‘He’s not, is he? I never even thought about that!’ 
‘He’s not, don’t worry.’ He chuckled. ‘He’s a handsome fellow. And I am certain that he will want you.’ 
He wanted to put his arm around the young omega, but Alphas never touched omegas unless they were their own. Or unless they were assholes. But it was rude for an Alpha to get his scent on another omega, even if they were family. And Michael wasn’t about to piss off his pack leader. 
‘For the first few days you will be staying with my omega, Jessica. And another omega called Lucy who is coming for the trial will be staying with Idris’ omega, called Tilda. The other two Alphas, Luke and Jeremy, don’t have omegas yet. But you’ll like them. There’s also another Alpha called Ben, who is single and also… looking for an omega. But he is slightly more, uh, old school in his ways.’ Michael said cautiously, not wanting to scare his niece.
‘Old school?’ She questioned.
Omegas still didn’t have as much rights in regards to the law as Alphas did. But it had changed in the last twenty years where they couldn’t be abused or harmed by an Alpha. It was difficult to police though, so there were still a lot of abuse going on. Omegas still didn’t have a say in whom they are to be mated with, that was down to the Alpha in the end. Though most Alphas nowadays did give omegas the option, some didn’t.
And Ben was one of those that wouldn’t.
‘Don’t worry about him though, Tom will want you. I know he will.’
‘Where does the pack live?’ Keira asked to change the subject.
‘We live by lake rosacqua. It’s beautiful, I think you will like it.’ He smiled warmly. 
Most of the packs lived in harmony within cities or towns, in their own buildings or area. Each pack respected other’s turf. But some of the stronger, more powerful packs lived in rural areas. Either in houses, cabins or cottages. Depending on the location. 
Tom’s pack was one of the strongest in the country. They lived by a lake in cabins, all within a few hundred yards of each other. 
They went to any nearby city or town for supplies, they weren’t stuck to just one place. Tom and his pack kept the peace in most of their country, and in return the other packs respected them and helped fight against enemy packs trying to take over land or kidnap omegas. 
The drive to Keira’s new home took around four hours. They stopped halfway so they could stretch their legs and get something to eat. Keira felt a bit nervous as she had never been out of the city before. 
Everything was new and exciting for her on the drive. She had her nose practically glued to the window, watching the countryside flying by.
‘We are almost there.’ Michael said.
Keira was getting more excited and nervous the closer they got. But she was ooo’ing and aaah’ing at the fields of horses, sheep and cows they passed by. And at the beautiful views of mountains and lakes in the distance.
‘It’s so beautiful out here!’ She said excitedly, glancing at Michael who couldn’t help but grin at her excitement.
They drove down a track alongside lake rosacqua.
‘Wow! You seriously live here?’ She asked in awe.
Michael chuckled. ‘Yes, and you do too now. Welcome to your new home.’
She could see eight cabins in the distance that they were driving down towards.
‘Two of them are empty, and you will be staying in one of them with Jessica. The other omega and Tilda in the other. Until it’s decided on who Tom picks, then you’ll move in with him.’
‘You seem certain that Tom is going to pick me?’
‘Because I know him well. And you are just right for him, trust me.’ Michael said as he pulled up in the car park to the side of the cabins.
Michael helped her with her luggage into the cabin she was staying in. It was nice and cosy. There was no Alpha smell either, that’s why the pack decided she would stay in there. So she wouldn’t be covered in any of the others scent for Tom.
‘You must be Keira!’ Came a voice from one of the bedrooms.
Keira turned to see a beautiful woman, who looked like she had just walked out of a blockbuster movie. She had an incredibly calming aura about her, not just her omega personality but just her own in general.
She went up to Keira and gave her a hug, which Keira gratefully reciprocated.
‘My name is Jessica. I’m Michael’s omega.’ She smiled.
‘Nice to meet you. Michael told me that I’m staying with you for a few days.’ Keira smiled back at her.
‘You certainly are. I hope that’s ok with you?’
Keira nodded.
‘In around an hour, we will have the meeting with the pack. Then with Tom.’ Michael said and gave Jessica a quick kiss.
‘Sounds good. Will see you later, love. Now go, leave us girls be.’ Jessica shooed him out of the cabin, giving his ass a playful smack on the way, making him laugh.
Keira rather liked the way that Michael and Jessica interacted. Not like she thought normal Alphas and omegas would act. Well, from what she’d heard anyway.
She didn’t have much to go off with her parents. As her father worked away, almost all the time. And the rare times he had been home the last few years, she had been in her room because the less scent of her father’s Alpha-ness on her the better. Apparently.
Jessica showed Keira to her room. ‘I’m staying in the next room if you need me for anything at all. I’ll let you get settled. Though I wouldn’t unpack too much, since you’ll be moving in with your Alpha in a few days once everything is sorted.’
‘What’s he like?’ Keira asked quickly before she left.
Jessica smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, patting it for Keira to sit too.
‘He’s one of the most powerful Alphas in the country. He can be rather grumpy sometimes, being leader of the pack does that I think… but he is very fair and kind. You will be in extremely safe hands with him, I promise. He will take good care of you.’ She said while stroking the younger omegas hair to help calm her.
‘He… he won’t stop me from going outdoors, will he?’ Keira asked nervously.
Jessica frowned. ‘Why on earth would he do that?’
‘I’ve heard from my friends back in the city that some Alphas do that. They keep their omegas locked inside most of the time.’ She looked down at her lap.
Jessica took her chin and raised her head up. ‘That won’t happen here. I promise. Tom isn’t like that. Packs in the city do tend to be different to us country bumpkins. That’s why we live out here, because we enjoy life more and aren’t as, strict per say, with the normal way of life.’
That made Keira smile.
She got some of her clothes unpacked, mainly what she would just need for the next few days. Then she took her phone out and sent a text to her friends and her mother, to let them all know she arrived safely.
Jessica went to the door just as Keira put her phone down.
‘Oh… Is it ok for me to use my phone?’ She asked, uncertain what the protocol was for that here.
‘Of course. The only thing that will likely happen is that Tom will want access to it too. Not that he will read everything you do and send, just in-case of emergencies. He will need your passcode. But it’s twenty nineteen, sweetheart. Not the olden days. I know a lot of packs are strict in regards to phone usage for omegas, but not here.’
‘You and Michael keep speaking as if it’s a done deal that I will become Tom’s… But what if he doesn’t like me?’
‘Because he’s already expressed an interest in you. He’s seen photos of you from Michael and has been waiting for you to turn eighteen. The only reason we even have another omega here is because it’s the law to have at least two omegas on trial for the leader. The other omega, Lucy, is no competition for you. She… smells rather bad.’ Jessica scrunched her nose up.
Lucy had a rather egotistical smell about her, meaning she had an ugly personality. Whereas Keira smelt like vanilla and lavender, mixed with her own unique and enticing smell.
‘Right, why don’t we go meet the rest of the pack?’
‘Now?’ Keira’s eyes widened.
‘Better now than never. I promise, you’ll be fine.’ She put her hand out for her to take.
Keira took Jessica’s hand and held on tight for security, already feeling close with her. She was led outside and they went down near the lake, there was a large decking area with a barbecue going and plenty of seating and tables around.
‘There’s my wonderful niece. Has my omega been looking after you?’ Michael asked with a big smile as he stood up and went over to her.
Keira smiled at Michael and nodded. She then looked around the rest of the pack shyly.
‘This is Idris, and his omega Tilda.’ Michael took her round to introduce them all. ‘This is the other young omega for the trial, Lucy.’
Lucy gave her a kind smile and a wave, she didn’t look like she smelled. Which Keira knew was the worst kind of person, if it wasn’t for their sense of smell then Lucy would easily be able to trick others.
‘This is Benedict, Ben for short.’ Michael motioned at him.
Ben locked eyes on Keira, her smell making him feel hazy. He grinned and nodded his head politely to her. ‘Nice to meet you, Keira.’
‘And these two idiots here are Luke and Jeremy.’ Michael grinned.
Luke was in charge of the barbecue and Jeremy was hovering over him, making sure he didn’t burn anything. When Luke turned around, Keira put her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter. He was wearing a cooking apron, but it was of a woman’s naked body.
‘As I said, idiots.’ Michael chuckled.
‘Nice to meet you, kid. Welcome to the pack!’ Jeremy said warmly. ‘Would you like a drink?’ He offered and motioned to the table behind him with various soft drinks and alcohol.
Keira opted for a soft drink in the meantime. Then she sat down next to Jessica and Tilda.
She really liked Tilda, she was just as kind and warm as Jessica was. But she was wondering when she would get to meet Tom. She was desperate to get it over with, whether it was going to go well or not.
Ben kept staring at her, making her feel a little uneasy. But luckily the rest of the pack made her feel at ease.
Lucy moved to sit next to her, to make friends.
‘Have you met Tom yet?’ Lucy whispered.
‘No, not yet. Have you?’ Keira asked.
‘I have. He’s so handsome, but rather stern I think.’
That didn’t make Keira feel much better.
Keira felt a weird tingling down her spine not long later, right before she heard the door of one of the cabins opening. Then there was a ringing from the bell outside said cabin.
Jeremy groaned. ‘Tom wants someone.’ He looked between the other Alphas, who just looked back at him with an expectant look on their faces.
‘Fine, I’ll go!’ Jeremy waved his hand flippantly at them and made his way up the path.
Keira didn’t want to turn around to look, for some reason she felt a bit scared to do so. Everyone was quiet, until Jeremy came back down.
‘Tom wants to meet Keira up at the cabin before joining us all. Jessica, will you take her up?’ Jeremy asked.
‘Sure thing.’ Jessica nodded and smiled at Keira. ‘Come on sweetheart.’
Keira’s stomach started churning even worse than it had been. She got up and turned around to follow Jessica up. She couldn’t see Tom because of the way the sun was shining. All she could make out was his tall figure standing outside on his balcony.
‘Don’t worry, he’s nice.’ Jessica assured her.
Tilda took Lucy for a walk along the lake side, to leave the Alphas to talk.
‘It’s going to be so refreshing having Keira here… I just hope that Tom doesn’t scare the shit out of her!’ Michael said.
‘I don’t think he will… She is an omega after all. She might even bring out the inner child in him.’ Luke shrugged.
‘I hope so. He can be a right grumpy git sometimes.’ Michael sighed and looked towards the cabin, slightly concerned for his niece.
‘What’s to say he won’t want Lucy instead?’ Ben asked, sipping his drink.
‘Pfft. Have you smelt her? No way!’ Luke said, dismissing Ben.
Ben just grumbled under his breath and glared up at Tom’s cabin.
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I know there wasn’t any Tom in this chapter, but there will be plenty in the next chapters! 
And I’m not good at art at all, but this is just a quick thing I threw together on paint to show the general layout etc...
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bgn846 · 4 years
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Worthy Chapter 12: Revelations FFXV A/B/O Promnis
<Previous Chapter 11
“Sana, it’s much easier for me to have Gladio come see you here,” Ignis pleaded.  The omega was in a state and wanted to see her pack. Due to some ancient useless law, Noct wasn’t allowed to court someone of his choosing until after his twentieth birthday.   “I’d prefer to minimize the risk of you being seen by having you stay in your rooms until tomorrow.” Ignis didn’t want the council to have any excuse to ruin what they’d worked so hard to achieve.
“It’s not fair!” she wailed.  “I’ve been waiting forever, and I all I want is a hug.”
“It’s Gladio or nothing, I’m afraid.”
“Ignis, forgive me for being crass, but if Gladio shows up, we will end up doing way more than hugging.  Noct is neutral; he doesn’t like that sort of thing. I can give him just a hug.”
“Not happening,” Ignis replied dryly.  “I understand your frustration, but you must wait.”
Sana seemed to have a response planned out but faltered. “You are the one person I can’t argue this point with.  You had to rescue Prompto from a crazy lady that tried to kill him.”
“Speaking of Prompto, he wishes to meet you.”
“I suppose that would help distract me.   Say, Ignis, when do I get to ditch the nickname?”
“The very minute Noct turns twenty, my dear,” Ignis offered with a smile. “I’ve got everything all planned out.”
“Can you tell me what you designed for the big reveal?”
“No, it’s a surprise.”
Sana rolled her eyes. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Throwing your big ole alpha weight around, doing whatever you please.”
Ignis would have thought she was being serious, but her mannerisms were far too exaggerated. He was unable to stop laughing when she imitated his habitual readjustment of his glasses mid-rant.  “So do you want to meet my omega?” Ignis asked once she’d stopped parading around the sitting room.
This caught her attention right away. “Awww, that’s so sweet; you’re already calling him your omega!  Is he excited to have a mate, finally?”  
“I hope so.  Nothing is official yet, but this past month has been amazing.” Ignis couldn’t help but grin at the thought. “I’ve got something special planned for us after Noct’s announcement tomorrow.  It’s a surprise, so please don’t tell him.”
“I’m dying from excitement over here, Ignis!  That is so wonderful!” she squealed, clapping her hands.
“He could still turn me down, so don’t get your hopes up yet.  If you catch me trying to leap off a building in a few days, then it didn’t go well.”
“Pffft, you’re perfect, Ignis. Stop worrying.  Anytime Gladio invited you to be a part of our pack, we meant it.  I know it will work out fine, but if it doesn’t --” Sana winked as she wiggled her eyebrows.
Shaking his head, Ignis snorted at the gesture. “I will keep that in mind, and thank you for your vote of confidence.  It means a lot.”  
“I’m not going to get in trouble for doing this, right?” Prompto questioned again worriedly.
“No!” Gladio and Noct both exclaimed as they walked down the corridor to the party.
“I’ve never had an escort to anything in my life.  I’m nervous, guys. Sorry!”
“Stop worrying. Gladio is my shield, and you’re a prince like me.  It makes perfect sense for you to arrive at the party with us.”
Prompto hadn’t thought about it that way before and pursed his lips as he tried to come up with a rebuttal.  Nothing else came to mind, so he gave up and followed along behind Gladio. The shield was dressed in his formal robes and looked amazing.  Noct had on his perfectly tailored suit with his royal insignias and chains adorning the shoulders.
Tugging at his own suit, Prompto couldn’t help but smile.  Ignis had set up everything: a suit for him and a gown for his mother.   She’d been so excited to pick out the fabric and describe what she wanted to the tailor.  Prompto hadn’t seen his mother this happy in a long time.
This was also the first event where Prompto didn’t have to escort his own mother.  She had her own date. Ardyn had become a stable fixture around their apartments at the citadel over the past month.  They were always talking about this and that, and his mother had started laughing more. He’d almost forgotten that she used to laugh frequently before his step-father had passed.
Life had changed for the better, and Prompto had Ignis to thank for it all.  He desperately wanted to tell the alpha how he felt, but he was always too nervous.  Prompto couldn’t think of what life would be like without him, and he hoped he never would.
Tonight was a big night.  Noct was turning twenty, and he would get to announce his pack in a few short hours.  Prompto was admittedly a little jealous. Gladio was a catch as an alpha, and their super-sweet omega he’d met the day before was perfect.  The three of them would make a wonderful pack. Prompto wished he was brave enough to ask Ignis to be his alpha.
Ignis had apologized profusely for being unable to arrive at the party with him.  The advisor had a lot of little details he was attending to but promised he would be free of his duties right after Noct’s speech. The idea of having Ignis all to himself later that night was exciting, though he was worried he wouldn’t have enough courage to confess his true feelings.  
Despite nearly having an anxiety attack the minute they’d been announced, Prompto was enjoying himself.  The grand hall at the citadel had been decorated beautifully and everyone looked absolutely stunning.
He’d managed to stay glued to Noct’s side as they wandered the hall.  The fear that someone would tell him he couldn’t accompany his friend ran rampant through Prompto’s mind.  He was a lowly prince never to be crowned king. What business did he have with the future king of Lucis?
However, based off the way Gladio was standing next to him, he doubted anyone would try and say something. The shield did a good job keeping people at bay unless Noct nodded his approval.  Two large alpha diplomats came over at one point, and Prompto ducked behind Gladio out of habit. The shield didn’t push him away, thankfully, and even began pushing out a calming scent to help him relax.
Having an alpha treat him with respect was a whole new experience for Prompto. Even with Ignis doing nothing but nice things for him for the past month, he still felt uneasy when dealing with other alphas. It wasn’t until at least an hour after they’d arrived that the omega caught a glimpse of Ignis.
He was practically running along the side of the room with a look of determination.  Clearly he was on a mission. It took a moment for Prompto to realize Gladio was talking to him, as he was still staring at Ignis.
“Highness?  Prince Prompto?” Gladio paused for a second and tried again in a hushed tone.  “Eos to blondie?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry. I saw Ignis and got distracted,” he replied, only realizing once he’d finished speaking that he must have sounded ridiculous.  
Gladio flashed him a bright smile and winked. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Blushing furiously, Prompto groaned and stared at the floor.  Gladio was nice enough to take pity on him and didn’t continue his teasing.
“Noct and I need to go up for the announcement.  I’ve arranged for Nyx to be with you until Ignis can come by when we finish,” Gladio offered.  “Will you be okay?”
Looking around quickly, Prompto spotted Nyx and Aranea standing nearby.  She was holding his hand and looked completely smitten. Nyx still had an aloof air to his demeanor, but Prompto could tell he was enjoying the attention.  “Will Aranea help, too, if something bad happens?”
“Yeah, she’s a good trained fighter. Between Nyx and her, you’re in good hands.”
Taking a deep breath, Prompto nodded his approval.  Gladio waved the pair over, and they took their place as his bodyguards.  Nyx greeted him with a broad grin, and Aranea wriggled her eyebrows at him.  Unable to stop the giggle from escaping his lips at the silly sight, Prompto scooted in behind them.  He felt safer and still had a good view of the podium where the announcement would be made.
Scanning the room revealed his mother and Ardyn, arm in arm and having an in-depth discussion.   Prompto suspected they were gossiping about the guests. Ignis had informed him that it was a favorite past time for Ardyn to observe his fellow citizens. It appeared his mother also enjoyed this activity as she was laughing at whatever Ardyn pointed out.
The crackling pop of a microphone snapped Prompto’s attention back to the podium.  Noct and Gladio were standing next to the king awaiting the announcement. They were all looking to Ignis, who was taking his place at the podium. His smooth, accented voice filled the room a moment later.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for attending Prince Noctis’ twentieth birthday celebration on this beautiful evening.” He paused to allow the sudden rush of clapping to die down.  “We are thrilled to have you all in attendance and here to enjoy this momentous occasion.” Ignis smiled and scanned the room as he again waited for the clapping to cease.
Prompto was able to catch his eye for a second, and he practically melted when Ignis acknowledged him with a small nod.  Bouncing slightly on his feet, Prompto waited for Ignis to continue.
The advisor cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “I know many of you have been wondering who Prince Noctis will choose as his mate.” The murmurs of curiosity instantly began echoing throughout the hall. “I believe today marks the perfect time to announce such an engagement.” The crowd was growing louder by the second.  Ignis seemed to enjoy having the power to control them and held up his hand to silence the ruckus. “And so, with absolute joy, I would like to announce Prince Noctis’ new mates.”
Prompto wasn’t sure what to expect.  The moment Ignis uttered the word mates with an s, the crowd erupted in a chorus of squeals, essentially cutting the advisor off.
A few taps to the microphone quieted the excited guests, and Ignis continued. “Allow me to introduce Prince Noctis’ mates, Lord Gladiolus Amicitia and Lady Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.” He gestured behind the crowd with a wave of his hand.
Turning quickly Prompto caught sight of Sana standing dressed up in a gown at the other end of the hall.  Forehead wrinkling in confusion, he realized he could call Sana by her real name now. Their secret was out.
Prompto was envious of the omega’s ability to walk through the entire crowd.   All eyes were on her, and she didn’t even turn red as a Lucian tomato. Her gaze was locked on Gladio and Noct.  They both looked equally happy at her arrival.
It was obvious that Gladio was struggling not to engulf the fair haired woman in a hug when she reached them.  Noct appeared to be calmer and instead reached out to kiss her hand. That finally seemed to get a reaction out of her, and she started to blush.   Luna easily slipped in between her alpha and beta and turned to smile at the guests.
Ignis grinned at the three of them and turned again to address the crowd.  “Thank you all so much again for coming, and I hope you all enjoy the rest of the evening!”
The music picked up again the second Ignis stopped talking.  He must have planned it that way. Any questions people wanted to ask were instantly drowned out by the base.
“He’s coming over to you next,” Nyx offered as Prompto tried to follow where Ignis was going after he turned off the microphone.
“Wha? Doesn’t he have more stuff to do?” Prompto asked.
“Looks like you might be the stuff he’s doing next, blue eyes,” Aranea added with a grin.
“Oh emm gee.” Prompto couldn’t help but hide his face in his hands.  “Don’t tease me like that.”
“Follow your own advice, Prompto; it worked for me.” Nyx smiled as he gently pushed Prompto out in front of them.  “Tell him what you want.”
Prompto didn’t have time to balk at the comment.  Ignis was suddenly in front of him and holding out his hand.  Without hesitation, Prompto took it and let Ignis lead them out of the grand hall.
“If I don’t steal you now, then I’ll get swamped by all the guests asking questions about Noct and his new mates,” Ignis whispered as they walked.
The alpha next to him gracefully shot down any invitation to talk along their way.  He never stopped moving and soon enough they were free of the hall and standing in the corridor.  “Where are we going?” Prompto asked, confused as Ignis continued on.
“To get some fresh air on the balcony.”
“I thought the main balcony was back inside the hall?”
“It is, but so are all the other guests!” Ignis huffed as he pulled Prompto along to another set of doors. “This room, however, also has a balcony and no guests.”
“Ahhh, I get it. Less questions if there are no guests to ask them, huh?”
“Exactly,” Ignis announced, letting go of Prompto’s hand.  He then waltzed over to a large pair of curtains and drew them back to reveal a pair of French doors.  Ignis pushed one open to let Prompto out.
Prompto exclaimed at the sight before him.  The balcony had been decorated with string lights and soft music was playing.  Running over to investigate further revealed an entire area set up with food and cushions laid out on the floor.  “What is all this?” he asked, unable to contain his excitement.
“I wanted to do something special for you.   I know this evening is Noct’s party, but I thought I could squeeze in something fun for us as well.”
“This is amazing!  When did you have time to do all this?”
“I have my ways, Prompto.” Ignis smiled as he bowed and held out his hand again.  “I believe we haven’t had time to dance yet.”
Bouncing again, Prompto took Ignis’ hand.  Then a thought came crashing into his mind. “Oh no, uh, I’m not sure we can dance.” Prompto pouted.
“Oh? I didn’t mean to make you feel as though you had to.  I’m sorry,” Ignis supplied as he took a step back with a furrowed brow.
“No – uh – that’s not what I meant.” Prompto didn’t release his grip on Ignis’ hand and was trying not to panic.  This isn’t what he wanted to have happen. He did want to dance with Ignis, but there was no way it would work. “It’s not you.  I just um --” Six, Prompto wished his brain would allow him to tell Ignis what was wrong like a normal person. Nyx’s suggestion to follow his own advice popped into his head suddenly.  He could do this. “Um – I only know how to dance lead,” he finally mumbled.
Ignis tilted his head and cast a confused glance towards Prompto. “So the issue, as you have described it, is that you can in fact dance.  Is that correct?” Ignis asked, still with a vaguely teasing expression cast across his face. “I’m afraid I’m not following you.”
“I can only dance lead!” Prompto wailed.  “There’s no way an alpha like you would want to take the follow position in a dance with an omega.”
“Prompto, who do you think taught Noct to dance?”
The question caused him to stop his fretting for a second. “Uh – a dance instructor?” he wagered.
“Me,” Ignis offered, still holding his hand. “What position do you think Noct learned?”
“Lead?” Prompto weakly uttered.
“Precisely.  Therefore, that must mean I was following and not leading, correct?”
Prompto understood what Ignis was telling him, but he still didn’t believe it. Maybe he would follow with Noct; he was his prince and a beta. He was an omega. That was different.  “I’m just an omega. There is no way you’d let me lead.”
“Only one way to find out,” Ignis replied with a small smile.
The next five songs went by in a blur.  Prompto gleefully discovered that Ignis would in fact dance with an omega that could only lead.   Ignis gradually steered them over to the area with all the cushions once they started to get breathless.  “I can’t believe you let me lead!” Prompto exclaimed as they sat down on the mountain of pillows.
“I’m happy you know how to dance. I don’t care whether you follow or lead.”
“I usually ended up dancing with my mum at the functions we had to attend in Niflheim.  She likes it, so I learned.”
“Your instructor did well.”
“I didn’t have one; I used videos I found on the internet to teach myself.”
“I quite enjoyed myself.  I look forward to being your dance partner at the next party we attend.  If you’ll have me, that is,” Ignis supplied with a humble expression.
Prompto couldn’t reply fast enough. “Of course!  You’d dance in front of other people with me?” he asked to confirm.
“Silly boy, I’d dance with you anywhere.”  
“Thanks for doing all this.  I’m having a really good time.”
Ignis’ smile grew at the comment.  “I’m so happy to hear that. I wasn’t sure what you’d think.”
The response Ignis gave him seemed to be one born of uncertainty.  Did Ignis not realize he liked him? Prompto immediately started fretting that Ignis might lose interest if he didn’t tell him how he really felt.  “Ignis! Uh – I have to tell you something before it’s too late!”
The advisor stopped smiling and became very still.  Blinking slowly, he took a labored breath and licked his lips.  “I won’t be mad if you don’t want to continue this. I never wanted to force you into anything.”
“Shit! NO!  I want you to be my alpha!” Prompto blurted in a panic.  “Don’t leave me!”
“Thank the six,” Ignis breathed out.  The tension in his shoulders was notably less now that he had admitted his feelings.  “Prompto, you nearly killed me there.”
“Sorry!  I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks, but I didn’t know how.”
“So you’ll be my omega?”
“Hell yes!” Prompto squealed.  “But if you felt the same way, then why didn’t you say something?”
“I didn’t want to influence your decision in any way.  I believed if I asked you first you might feel obligated to say yes.”
“Dude!! You mean I could have asked you when you rescued me, and you would have said yes?”
“I’ve felt a connection to you since the day we met, Prompto Argentum.  I could never explain it other than you made me feel whole,” Ignis answered with conviction.
“This is the best day of my life,” Prompto breathed out in a rush.  “I finally have an alpha.”    
“Well, then, we are both having the best day of our lives. How apropos.”
Prompto opened his mouth to add more when his stomach gurgled loudly.  “Arggg! Why does it do this to me every time?” He could feel his face getting flush.
“I suppose we should dig into this lovely spread of food.  I wouldn’t want my omega to go hungry,” Ignis slyly offered.
Hearing Ignis say those words made Prompto’s heart swell.  He never thought anyone would want to be with him. How he’d managed to snag one Ignis Scientia as his alpha was a mystery.  The astrals must have a soft spot for depressed omegas.
“Thank you for doing all this.  I really appreciate it.”
“I would do anything for you, You have only to ask.”
“Can you pass the cheese?” Prompto queried as he struggled to keep a straight face.
Ignis raised an eyebrow as he slowly reached for the plate.  “You do know I meant that about anything. Right?”
“Yeah, I do, but like the cheese plate is calling to me.”
The snort Ignis let loose as he handed the plate over set Prompto off into a giggle fit.  Prompto still couldn’t believe this was happening. He wasn’t dreaming. Ignis actually wanted to be his alpha.  They spent a long time eating and talking about what life would be like together.
Prompto barely noticed, but Ignis kept getting closer as the night progressed. They’d been on opposite sides of the food spread when they started eating. However, as he now sat stuffed and happy, Ignis was practically touching his shoulder.  Deciding to be brave, he leaned into Ignis. Soon Ignis’ arm was snaking its way around his waist and tugging him over. Content to stay like this forever, Prompto let his eyes slip closed.  
Ignis’ hand squeezed his side gently. “Prompto, I have one more thing I wish to gift to you.”
“Wha?  You’ve done nothing but give me stuff. I can’t keep accepting everything,” Prompto lamented.
“Let me make you my offer, and then you can decide,”  Ignis supplied cryptically.
Before Prompto could question what Ignis meant, the advisor took a breath and proceeded to make him cry.
“Prompto, I know you desired the title of king so you could do more for the people of Eos.  I also know you came here to offer me a job to help you do that.” Ignis held up his hand to stop Prompto from objecting. “Noct confided in me. I hope you won’t be cross with him for sharing.  I must admit the idea that you wanted to help others made me so proud of you.”
“I can still do stuff here, though. I don’t have to have a title, right?” Prompto cut in worriedly.  “I mean you and Noct would help me do stuff, if I wanted?”
“Of course we would.  I simply feel bad that you staying here with me takes away any chance you have at ever becoming king.”
“You saw how many brothers I have, Ignis. I wasn’t ever going to become king,”  Prompto offered sadly.
“That’s beside the point.  I have altered your course in life, so I wish to offer you something to perhaps help.”
Prompto was beyond curious as to what Ignis was talking about.  He managed to scoot even closer and took hold of Ignis’ free hand.  “As long as you’ll be with me, then I’ll be happy.”
Ignis softly purred once and rested his head on top of Prompto’s. “I promise to never leave you.”   Squeezing his hand, he continued. “Not many people know, but I have a title of my own. I’m technically a count.  It seems certain perks are awarded to families who serve the crown.”
“Wait, so that means people should be calling you Count Ignis Scientia.”
“If they should so choose to, they can, but I don’t let many people know about it.”
“Why are you telling me, then?” Prompto asked, still wondering what Ignis’ plan was.
“I can’t help you in your quest to become king anymore, but I can at least offer the title of count to you.”
Ignis didn’t say anything else after that.  Peering up at the advisor revealed two intense green eyes staring him down.  Shit, Prompto was supposed to have a response to that statement. Rethinking about what he’d just been told, it finally hit him what it meant.  “The only way for you to pass that title onto me is for us to become an official registered pack.”
“Exactly.  As I mentioned earlier, it only works if you’ll have me.”
“Wait, oh – wait!” Prompto couldn’t quite figure out how to express himself.   “Does that mean we can get married?!” Ignis nodded and held his gaze. Shouting in a fit of joy, Prompto wrapped both his arms around Ignis’ neck and toppled them both over.
“We don’t have to right away, seeing as we’ve only been together for a month,” Ignis added from underneath Prompto.  “I want you to feel comfortable with this.”
“I wanna wear a white suit!” he blurted out, unable to control his excitement.
Ignis laughed at the response and hugged Prompto tightly.  “Then I’ll suppose I’ll wear a black one.”
“You have to wear a purple tie, though; it’s your favorite color.”
“I believe I can manage that.”
Suddenly, it dawned on Prompto that he could now do something he’d been dying to try for weeks.  Swallowing hard, he lifted his head to look at Ignis better. “Hey um -- do you think we could kiss to celebrate?”
Humming in approval, Ignis slowly removed his glasses and leaned up to better reach Prompto.  Overwhelmed at what was going to be his first kiss, Prompto closed his eyes and waited. Ignis’ soft lips were on his a second later.  Slender hands began raking through his hair and pulling him closer. Thankfully, Ignis didn’t go fast. The alpha kept the kisses chaste and gentle.
“Iggy – I --.” Prompto was starting to get light headed.  “I feel good, but I feel weird, too,” he offered, unable to truly capture his emotions.  Tears started to flow steadily as he struggled to calm down. Feeling Ignis shift beneath him, Prompto grabbed him and held fast. “Don’t let go of me. I’m alright.”
“Are you sure. Did we go too fast?” Ignis asked, concerned as he hugged the omega.
“No, I’m just really happy, and I can’t explain it.”
“Gods above I think I love you,” Ignis uttered into Prompto’s fluffy hair.
Hiccupping slightly, Prompto smiled despite his tears still flowing.  “I love you too.” He sniffled.
“Are you sure you are alright?”
Nodding, Prompto hugged Ignis with all his might, hoping it might convey his feelings.  “I am. These are tears of joy, trust me.”
Ignis laughed at the comment and rolled them to the side.  “So do you want to move in with me when your mom gets married again?”
Prompto couldn’t help but snap his head up at the statement.  “What?! She didn’t tell me anything!”
“Well, Ardyn asked me to be his best man yesterday, so I assumed that meant he was planning on proposing,”  Ignis mused as he smiled at his omega. “Though I think we should keep that information to ourselves until he asks your mom.”
“When I move in can we have a cat?”
“I don’t see why not.”
They spent the rest of the evening entangled in each other’s arms discussing cat names and what to wear to his mother’s wedding.
Prompto couldn’t be happier. He’d managed to escape a miserable life in Niflheim, and now he had the promise of an amazing future with Ignis.
>Next Epilogue
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Can I ask for a oneshot with Kalim and my Oc Selene Doveley if you need background she is from Diasomnia Malleus and Lilia have been around since she was a baby she has lilac hair and goldish eyes and shes as short as riddle often called little Rose by her dorm mates. If it's alright I'd like the oneshot to be something like Selene accidentally finding a spinning wheel pricking her finger and it's up to Kalim to wake her up with true loves kiss. I'd honestly love to meet your ocs in this thanks
>♡< Here you go~ I hope I wrote this well for you~
It was a rather cold night. Nothing was wrong, or weird around the NRC's school grounds. It was...peaceful.
Selene Doveley, who was looking out the window, lets out a sigh. Her right hand was on her chin, holding it with her fingers tapping on cheeks lightly.
"What are you thinking about?" She turned her head to look at the blue haired 2nd year who's sitting in front of her. Selene asked Lucille earlier if she could come and help her in an assig ment, to which the girl gladly said yes to. "You look like you're having trouble with something."
"Do I? I'm sorry if it looked that way. I didn't mean to--"
"It's fine, it's fine!" Lucille smiles and started to stack the notebooks and put her things in her bag. "You know what? Maybe you should rest. Sleep early or something. You look really tired, little Rose."
"...yeah, maybe I should. Thank you for helping me with the assignments, Lucy!"
Selene walked Lucille outside and waited for a bit before coming back inside the Diasomnia dorm.
She arrived in front of her room. Her hand reached for the door knob but stopped before it could touch it.
"Huh..." She looked to her right. The staircase.
She felt herself walking to the stairs and up to the highest floor. Yet she has no idea why. It was as if she was in a daze. The next she knew...she was im front of a spinning wheel.
'That's strange? I didn't know there was something like this here.' She thought. Her eyes were fixed on the sharp needle as her hands rise up to touch it.
And in a second, blood trickled down that she pricked. Her vision started to blur until there was nothing but darkness.
***
"Shouldn't you be sleeping now, Kalim?" Jamil frowned, after seeing that the dorm leader of Scarabia is still not asleep and is sitting at the balcony.
"...But I can't sleep." Kalim answered, not even looking at his friend. Jamil sighed, shrugged and turned away. 'If he's not sleeping, then I am.' He thought. But a loud knock on the Scarabia dorm's door stopped him in his tracks.
"Who is it?" He called out and was rather shocked when he hears a distraught Lilia answer.
"Good evening, Jamil. I'm really ssorry to disturb you this late at night but we need your dorm leader."
"Wha-what? What is it for? Is it important, senpai--" As if the presence of Lilia isn't enough, Malleus came.
"Yes. It is important. Selene needs Kalim right now."
"HUH?"
"What happened to her?" Kalim arrived to Jamil's side. Malleus didn't say anything else, he just repeated what be said earlier and dragged Kalim to the Diasomnia dorms. Lilia apologized to Scarabia's vice dorm head and followed the two to Diasomnia, leaving a very confused Jamil.
**
"She's right here." Lilia and Malleus led Kalim to Selene's room where she was brought to when they found her unconscious.
"I...she's just sleeping right?" Kalim asks, concerned.
"She's under a sleeping curse, yes." Malleus answered. "I brought you here because I wanted to trust Selene and you as well. Only a true love's kiss will wake her up."
Kalim didn't say anything. He was worried. Scared.
"I'm in no place to say this but she loves you. She told me. So I'm trusting whatever love and you will do to wake her up." Malleus leaves the room.
Kalim walked towards the sleeping Selene. A red rose was in her hands.
"Little Rose..." The boy sat on the bed, just beside Selene and lifted his hand to brush a strand of hair of her face. "Is it true? Do you...really love me too?"
There was no answer,, of course. Not that he was expecting any. "I'm...scared y'know. What if I can't wake you up? What if you don't open your eyes?" Kalim stares a bit more at Selene's peaceful face. He wanted to see the smile he adored. He wanted to hear her beautiful voice. "...alright. Let's just do this."
He slowly leans in, shaking a bit. It took only a second before his lips fell against Selene's. Kalim's eyes are tightly closed as he pushes forward. He stayed just like that for 10 more seconds before pulling away.
Selene's eyes fluttered open. Her golden orbs meeting Kalim's crimson ones. Kalim smiled and with a hushed voice, he greeted her.
"Hey. I'm glad you're awake."
***
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phoneboxfairy · 5 years
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Winter Warmth - FINISHED! Epilogue!
AO3 link to the whole fic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11603859/chapters/26084934
Sunlight flickered in through the window, accented by the sound of snowbirds chirping. Lucy woke up feeling rested, revitalized...and a bit chilly.
Weird.
Where was Natsu? Given the adventure of last night, it wasn't exactly likely that he would have snuck off somewhere before morning.
Wait…
What was that smell? It almost smelled like something was cooking...
She got up, stretched a bit, and went to the kitchen.
There he was, scarf tied in his hair, dancing to some random song, cooking eggs and bacon.
Lucy couldn't help smiling. He was being absolutely adorable.
He did a little spin. She waved, stopping him in his tracks. He blushed. Grinned. Immediately hugged her.
"Morning, Luce. Did ya sleep well?"
"I slept amazing. Nothing like cuddling with a walking space heater on a cold night."
His grin softened.
"Glad to hear that. Hungry? I made breakfast."
"That sounds amazing. I can get plates ready if you want." A nod. She grabbed plates and silverware, setting them on the counter before pouring two glasses of juice.
Once the food had been served, they sat together munching and sharing small talk.
"So, last night..."
"Huh? Wha'bout it?" She could tell he was playing dumb. Stupid question, bright curious eyes.
"It was...incredible." Siiigh. "I mean I knew about sex, and of course I knew it was going to be intense but I never thought it would feel quite like...like that. But it was, and it did and....wow."
She was blushing so much her face felt like it was on fire. Natsu's eyes were glued to her, complete with this look that was part dreamy part sneaky. He leaned over, cupped her cheek, grinned.
"You talk a lot." Before she could even start to process that, he kissed her, wiping the jumble of thoughts from her mind.
Tap tap tap tap.
The lovebirds were pulled back to the real world by the sound of a certain blue cat knocking on the window.
Natsu let Happy in while Lucy put the dishes in the sink.
"Did ya remember it?"
"Aye!”
"Thanks, buddy."
Remember...? What's that about...?  She hardly had time to process it.
"Hey, Luce."
"Yeah?"
"Let's get married."
WHAT?! Lucy almost dropped a plate.
"Ha ha, very funny, Natsu." She turned to face him. That look on his face...could it be…? "...wait...you're serious."
"Duh." He took her hand. "I've never been more serious. Wanna start a new adventure, just you and me, together forever?"
"And me!" Happy chimed in. Lucy barely heard him, focusing completely on the pink haired boy in front of her.
Focusing so completely, in fact, she forgot to speak.
"Hellooo, earth to Lucy." Natsu grinned, waved a hand in front of her face. She blinked, blushed. Tears started welling up in her eyes.
"Sorry. I...I wasn't expecting anything like this." Sniffle, big smile. "Together forever, huh? I like the sound of that."
"Is that a yes?"
"Duh." Right away his face lit up, grin widening. He squeezed her hand.
"Close your eyes."
"Okay..." She felt him slip something onto her finger, then pressed something else into her hand. Definitely a ring but what else...?
"Can I open my eyes now?"
"Go ahead."
When Lucy looked down, the tears started to flow. The band was platinum, with aquamarine stones surrounding a diamond.
"Natsu..."
"Open your hand." His voice was low, almost uncharacteristically soft. She glanced at her hand, saw the unmistakable shape of a gold gate key, and sank down to her knees, weeping.
Natsu sat next to her, wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead.
"Is...this from the job...?"
"Yeah."
Lucy clenched her fingers around the key, buried her face in his chest, sobbing tears of joy. For several moments they just sat together while Lucy got the tears out of her system. Natsu stroked her hair the whole time.
"Want to summon her?"
"I do. But first...come here, you." She pulled boy and exceed into a big hug, kissing Natsu's cheek then whispering. "..thank you. For this, for loving me, for...for everything.”
“No problem. I’m just doin’ what comes naturally.” A proper kiss that ended entirely too soon for Lucy’s liking. Then he grinned, took her hand, led her to the sink, and turned the faucet on. “Go on.”
The whole time, she felt the warmth of his hand against her back.
Lucy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. How many times over the past two years had she imagined this scenario? How many times had she found herself hoping against hope that she would recover the key, that she would be able to summon her oldest friend again? And now she could, thanks to Natsu.
“Open, gate of the water bearer. Aquarius!” Tears streamed down her face as she stuck the key into the water. Light flooded the apartment.
“Well, well. Took you long enough.”
“Go on,” Natsu whispered, nudging her forward. She bolted, running right to the spirit and throwing her arms around her.
“Aquarius...I missed you so much...” “I know. I guess I kinda missed you a little too, brat. Enough to forgive you for summoning me from your dinky little sink, anyway.” She flashed a genuine smile, with none of the sadness from their last meetings. Then she looked at Natsu and her smile turned devilish. “And what’s this?”
Lucy blushed.
“Natsu’s my boyfriend now. He...he’s the reason I have your key.”
“Oh-ho. Looks like Leo lost the bet.” Huh?! “Bet? What bet?” “All the zodiac spirits had a pool for how long it would take you two to wise up and get together. The damn lion swore it would never happen.” “Oh. Um, what was your bet?” “Like I’d actually tell you that!” Aquarius laughed. “I need to get back. I have a date with Scorpio to get ready for. Oh, and our contract is the same as before, by the way. Just don’t do anything stupid like summoning me from a puddle.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lucy squeaked as the water spirit vanished back to her realm. Two seconds later she jumped right into Natsu’s arms, giggling and feeling very bubbly indeed.
He grinned.
“Feeling good?” “Duh, thanks to you.” A sweet kiss. “I can’t wait to tell everyone.”
“We ain’t tellin’ them.” “Wait what?” Lucy was honestly confused. Her confusion only grew when Natsu slipped the ring off her finger.
“You’ll see!”
What did he mean…? And what was up with that look on his face…?!
Luckily she didn’t have to wait long to find out.
The pair changed into proper clothes then made their way to the guild hall hand-in-hand. It was every bit as busy as it had been the night before.
Last night… The very thought made her blush. It had been quite an eventful evening… but she didn’t have time to think about it.  
In fact she was just about to go gushing to Mira when Natsu started yelling.
“Hey everyone! Shut up and listen up! I got somethin’ to say!”
“-You- shut up, flame brain!”
“Come ON, don’t ruin the moment, popsicle!”
A reluctant hush fell over the hall. Somehow even Gray managed to refrain from some sort of retort.
Natsu got on his knees. Some of the girls, sensing what was coming, gasped and squealed. Lucy felt blood rush to her face as he took her hand and slipped the ring back on her finger.
“Lucy, will you marry me?” “You..you know my answer.” Cheeks aflame. She wanted to glare at him...until she saw the cute look on his face. “Yes, Natsu. I will. Now get up here, you big dummy.”
With that, Natsu Dragneel got to his feet and scooped Lucy Heartfilia into his arms and then into a big kiss.
“It’s about fricking time, you two!” That was the practically unanimous sentiment of their guild mates, even those who had professed not to care.
And Mira, who had worked so hard for so long to get these two precious dorks together? She smiled.
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