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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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Do we have a mafia boss yuu?? Cause I would love to talk about one

I can just imagine them coming in during chapter 3 and ruining azul’s plan so quickly.

Azul is trying to get them to sign the contract yet yuu is just playing some mental games on him, or just flirting to catch him off guard

Azul is turned on Furious at this yuu because how did he get played at his own game???

Ramshackle is their base of operations, and I’d feel like this yuu might recruit NPCS

This yuu would never be blackmailed by Crowley, they would find dirt on him and indirectly threaten him with no hesitation

Bonus points if they have some cool looking tattoos

Ok this gave me a mini idea. Forgive me for this ramble but i am verybtired. Nor exactly a super mafia boss type. Maybe an ayato or just clever yuu but:

I heard mafia ans immediately thought like a royal guard in charge of rules oops

Jade: is this your first time her-

Yuu: Cut the shit I know how this works. Let Azul know we need to speak to him. I'd like a cola and get Jack here a tea. Also if you woukd be so kind to allow me to change servers to Ace, you wouldn't mind would ya leech?

After yuu enters the VIP room they give a kiss to Azuls hand, surprising him before sitting down.

***

Jack is staring at you bewildered. "You aren't actually gonna make a deal with him are you?"

"Hmm not yet. I want to see those three squirm for a bit more" yuu smirked and laughed.

"It was their fault for signing a contract so easily, after all. Not even bothering to look it over. Taking the easy way out... in a way i admire how Azul run things..."

Azul beamed "Im flattered and glad we have a mutual understanding. Its good to know that someone in that group has a bit of brain."

"Hmm yes, however sadly, we both know I'm not here for idle chatter. If it were up to me I wouldn't bother with any of this, but Crowleys orders, yknow?"

"I understand. Here is the terms of the contract." Azul reveals the golden paper to Yuu, who takes it and thoroughly reads it.

"Now perhaps if you three actually payed attention in your classes, you would have learned how to see through such deceptive wording." Yuu tutted.

"Oh please you never pay attention in classes!" Ace retorted. "You have no room to talk."

"Well I already graduated college alongside royalty and doctors by my side to serve directly as the Queens right hand man. I don't really need to pay attention to what I already know. I pass every test anyways."

Ace huffed and Deuce looked away. "Okay well good for you. You don't have to try because-"

"-because I already did. Now listen Ace. Imagine if your in charge of practically... everything and always have to keep up appearances. Then suddenly you end up in a place where no one know you with no responsibilities and have to attend a school on the same level as the kindergarten you attended... wouldn't you also skip a few classes?" Yuu raised a brow, their voice eerily cold. "That's what I thought. Now..."

***

As Yuus eyes skimmed through the contract, Jack nudged them. "Dude, you cant be serious."

"Oh but I am. Besides I'm not too worried. Even without me this is a situation that would most definitely solve itself."

"Oh? And what do you mean by that, Yuu." Azul inquired smugly.

"I've seen this exact scenario play out time and time again, Azul. Do you want to know they all ended? In failure."

"Oh please, you doubt me."

"I don't doubt you. You and I both know you're quite smart. However, how much longer do you think you can manage all these contracts realistically, Azul?"

"Organization is key when-"

"Allow me to rephrase that. How much longer do you think your contractors will put up with you?" Azul frowns at that.

"You see, Zul. There are a few ways to get out of contracts like these. To destroy the contracts. To kill yourself. To kill your contractor. Or a rebellion. Usually they all happen at once. No matter how clever you are, you can never account for any of that. Given your reputation, it wouldn't do well to hear some of your clients decided they were better dead because of you. And when that happens, people get angry... people will figure out how to overthrow you. It's happened to kings before."

Azul sat in silence, eye twitching ever so slightly at the gall of this... nobody.

"You have set yourself up for failure. You sit at the very peak of your achievements, the only way to go from here is down, Azul. And when you inevitably do, take it as a lesson. I've seen many promising figures such as yourself dissappear into obscurity. Believe me."

'It was practically my job to ruin stuff like this' Yuu thought. 'Just plant the bait now. Then wait for the fish to come.'

***

"Before I try and negotiate this, answer me this: do you expect a heist from me, Ashengrotto?"

"Oh no, that would be ridiculous. The photo you would be stealing is public property if anything. Nothing more than gum on the wall, no one would notice it missing."

"Uh-Huh and what about it being under the sea."

"You will be provided a premium potion to help you breath underwater. Rest assured, I made it myself."

***

Azul raised a brow when they saw Yuu scribble, circle, and underline certain words and sentences on the contract before pulling out a small pocket journal and ripping out a few small pages.

"I must applaud you work, Azul. You definitely know your way around a contract like a true scumbag."

Azul merely chuckled off the insult. "Of course, however I'm most curious on what your doing with that notepad of yours."

Yuu examines Azuls contract one last time, before ripping it in two, making Azuls eyes widened.

"How about, you make a deal with me?"

***

Azul quirked a brow at the small piece of paper in front of him.

"I have made a simpler deal that sweetens the pot for you. I'm sure you would enjoy it."

Azul looks at the paper, smug grin back on his face when he reads it.

Jack looked over at Yuu confused, before he could ask they answered.

"I have to retrieve that photo in that time span of three days. If I am successful, you release everybody. If I fail, not only will Ramshackle belong to you, but I will transfer to Octavinelle as your personal secretary or butler, no anemone needed. All of my knowledge and experience, yours. I've had a lot of experiencing serving, so I am sure you will be satisfied."

***

"That's crazy!" Deuce yells. "He's gonna run you ragged!"

"I'm part of a corrupted monarchy as an... upholder of the law... There is nothing worse than that. Besides. I win either way."

"How?" Deuce asked.

"Right..." Azul smirks. "I'll sign your contract then, Yuu. Just one—"

"Is there any benefit to staying in Ramshackle? Truly? If I win, Crowley gets what he wants and I get paid and fed. If I loose... well. Would I really? I would be in a new dorm that isn't rotten. I would have more access to food. Crowley couldn't boss me around as much. All this with the only downside of being a servant which I probably will get paid for— something Crowley doesn't do. I don't see a downside for me really."

'Plus if things turn out bad. I can just kill the bastard' Yuu thought.

"You need something from me to make sure I uphold this deal and don't try and change it, yes , yes... give me one moment."

Out of a hidden breast pocket, Yuu pulled out a small decorative box. It's design wasn't like anything from twisted wonderland and it looked quite expensive.

"This is the only personal item I was summoned with. The only think I have left of my family and home. If this ends up ruined in anyway, the deal is off, and depending on how bad the damage is, I may even have your head." Yuus voice stayed eerily calm as ever once again.

Likewise, the fellow businessman Azul stayed calm as well. You both understood each other. This was an act. "Alright then, so far this sounds like a deal..."

"And to calm your nerves, Azul, I'll show you what's in the box so you know I can't lie about anything being broken." Yuu opened up the box and carefully took a few items out. Old friendship bracelets. A couple foreign coins. Damaged Polaroids. "That is all." Yuu said, before putting them all back in.

"Now I would like to receive the potion right before we both sign this to ensure there is no time wasted." "Of course Yuu. It's a deal."

"May the best man win."

***

After another kiss to the hand and exchanged formalities, it was back to the Savannaclaw dorm, where you informed the others about what happened.

"You seriously just signed your life away." Leona snorts.

"Oh please you doubt me. I have a plan. One that you may enjoy..."

"Oh yeah?" Leona asks, unimpressed.

"The entire box is a lie." Leona looked over at Yuu, raising a brow.

"You see, there is several small machines within that box. Regardless if the box is places in that safe of his of not, they'll find a way in and seize all the contracts."

"You really think it would work?"

"If not i have a back up. However I would appreciate if you can be a part of this plan."

"Tch, what's in it for me?"

"Aww, I was being so kind to let you watch Azul squirm..."

"To the point."

"You see my first thought was to burn the contracts, but then I realized they may have a protection spell on them. That's where you come in. You're unique magic can turn it all to dust. Considering that potion you had for that stunt you pulled a while back, I'm sure this isnt your first time making a deal with him too, huh? And don't you hate the bastard? Not only do you get rid of any old deals you made, but you also get the snuff out the light in his eyes."

Leona smirked at your proposal.

"Do we have a deal?"

#royal mafia yuu #who may be a prince/ss #not requests #sprry for types #got cartiee away #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto

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knyontop · 6 months

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Hello!! My friend told me about your account and I'm already in love and I was wondering if ya wanna you know that audio "he's just a man lora-lie" "no he's not.." I was wondering and since I love platonically creepypasta x child reader could you make it where this kid whose a mean kid and he's seen as a monster and I was wondering if ben could be with us and someone else could go "hes just a monster" ans ben steps in "no hes not.." (SORRY ITS CONFUSING BUT I HUST HIM TO THINK WERE SECRETLY A NICE PERSON JUST HURT!)

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There not a monster.

TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!💞

Ft: Ben drowned, Jeff the killer, and our beautiful, handsome, amazing, reader.

Y/N L/N was a tough child, they where seen as a “problem child” or “monster” Y/N was not a monster. They had trouble with emotions they never ever wanted to hurt someone or there feelings. Y/N walked down the stairs of the manner, with there same annoyed face they went to the kitchen and opened up the cabinet. There eyes darting towards the waffles they reached on there tippy toes to grab it and got it they walked over to the table and got out the waffles and put it on a plate.

Y/N walked over to the couch and sitting down next to Jeff and Ben “Ben stop fucking cheating you damn elf!” Jeff shouted. Ben just laughed and said “Im not cheating your just bad at the game you fuck nut!” He cackled. Y/N watched as they bickered. “Can you guys please be quiet.” The child right next to them said. Jeff replied in a mocking manner “Well aren’t you just a ball of sunshine.” Y/N rolled there eyes. “Dude calm down there just a kid.” Y/N finished there waffles and went to take there plate to the sink.

They put there plate in the sink and thought of to do next, they thought for a bit and the thinking went got them into a gaze.

Ben and Jeff went to the kitchen a little hungry, they saw Y/N and walked up to them. “Y/N?” Ben said, “Y/N??” Ben said again, “Y/N!” jeff said a little loud. Y/N snapped out of it. “What! What could you guys possibly want from me?” They said startled. “Wow calm down pipsqueak.” Jeff said. Y/N rolled there eyes and stomped out of the room, before they walked out they heard Jeff say.

“Your a monster. All you do is stomp around here all mad and ruin everyones day. Like why are you such an ass?”

Y/N let those words sink in tears came to there eyes, they then turned to face the boys with teary eyes but she then just left. Ben looked at Jeff, “not cool! There just a kid!” Ben left a guilty jeff to go check up on Y/N.

Y/N was in there room crying, Ben came in “Hey kid.. are you ok?” He said looking at them while walking up to them so sit down on there bed. “I-I..! Im not a monster! I dont want to hurt people but.. I dont know how to handle my anger! Or any emotion!” Ben shushed them while hugging them.

“I know, I know..” Ben sighed not really knowing what to do. “I dont think your a monster. Your just a kid, its okay. Im here for ya.” He said rubbing there back.

Y/N hugged Ben and cried into his chest, They stayed like this for a bit.

“Are you okay?” Ben asked them. Y/N nodded while sniffing, “Do you want to go play video games?” They smiled in a child-like way nodding there head. Ben and Y/N got down from the bed and started walking downstairs, they see Jeff and Jeff says, “Hey squirt im sorry I said those things.. I have trouble with my anger sometimes to.” Y/N nodded and said “Its okay. I forgive you, we can both work on our anger together!”

Jeff chuckled and nodded “That actually sounds pretty good..” he said.

Jeff Ben and Y/N went to the living room to play Mario cart, They laughed and had a good time. This was a very wholesome night, Ben and Jeff both learned the real Y/N. <3

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I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND IM SO PROUD OF YOU ALL!! SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT!!😭💞

#platonic #creepypasta platonic #creepypasta #ben drowned #jeff the killer #wholesome #child reader #platonic creepypasta #creepypasta x child reader

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feedingonthegoore · 1 year

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*slides a free space card* ... Tell us more about Tobias

WELL HELLO YES I CAN DO THAT!

mans is so talented and skilled like.....he can act for sure. 4 papas and a cardinal and they've ALL had such different personalities and voices and moves and aaaaaaaa how DOES HE DO IT - GOAT FR

also he has the cutest lil freckles and moles on his lower back (i can provide evidence if necessary) and i'm pretty sure i've seen some on his arms/chest/face too :3 who doesn't love a man with some angel kisses on him? hehe

his song writing ability is out of this world like.........cirice? respite on the spitalfields?? ROOM 611?! POONEY TUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok im taking the piss with the last one but musically it's so fun and lyrically it's hilarious so again, skill. XD i could name every song he's ever written that we've heard but i shan't do that cause everyone already knows how awesome they are.

MUSICAL INSTRUMENT GENIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the dude can play SO MANY INSTRUMENTS - i especially love his bass playing abilities. bass is my favorite instrument so ya know....bonus points to him. but yes, so musically skilled in song writing and instrumentation.

so how about those vocals..........................................................his voice has changed so much over the years. idk how he does it. i love the subvision range. repugnant era has me scared and horny. ghost? the gentle nasally melodies he lays into my ears.......man.......mr. i DoNt WaNt To Be A vOcAlIsT has become quite the vocalist of rock. :o)

he gets extra points for mentioning the autism spectrum. extra extra points for helping trans kids. extra extra extra points for shitting in a sink.

ok fiiiiiiiine i'll finally lay into physical appearance.

dear reader if you've made it this far and don't like thirst about tobias then i suggest you keep scrolling til you get away from this post.

HAVE YOU SEEN HIM GOOD GOD. he keeps getting finer with age i swear. imma keep it PG but like, he's so fit and tight i just drool.....all the time......dem legs.......hips...........................................those little glimpses of tummy we get? end me every time. *slurp* small package has gigantic contents. no innuendo there by the way. we'll get to that later. i have some favorites about his physical being i shan't say publicly but just know i'm thinkin about them right now. the tattoos make him even hotter uuuuuuuughhhhhhh mans has me in a vice grip. his face, a face that has been kissed by the gods. how can a mortal man be so fuckin delicious i'll never know but he's proof. i said i was gonna keep it PG so that's all you're gettin'.

anywho these are just my current thots feel free to ask again later for different things lmao

#q&a #thirsteasaint

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tuberculosis-ridden · 3 months

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Taken

I got up, I felt groggy like I was drugged or something. Everything was dark. I could feel a piece of cloth tied to my head covering my eyes. My hands were tied behind the chair that I was sitting on. I brushed my hand slightly on the rope, it was double knotted.

I shook my head trying to clear my mind

“hello?” I said, my voice sounding raspy. “are you serious this the third time this week, the whole kidnapping thing is getting old”

“where is Seok?” a voice asked

“I am going to kill that idiot, how many people did he piss of?” I whispered to myself

“look dude, I don’t know what Seok did to piss you of but I have nothing to do with him. In fact I’d kill him myself” I said

“does that usually work?” he asked with a hint of laughter in his voice

“it was worth a shot alright” I said “what do you want? Revenge? Its not going to happen trust me. I haven’t seen him since he left without any explanation or warning.”

“wait so he’s actually missing?” he said

“yeah no shit. Hey if you see him beat his ass from my side will ya?” I said “now if you could please leave me, I have a test in like 20 minutes man and unfortunately a magical ancient being, being missing doesn’t stop it”

I could hear him stand up and walk towards me, I moved more back towards the chair with a million thoughts running around my head.

Slowly he pulled out the cloth from my eyes. Everything went hazy for awhile and my eyes finally adjusted to the light.

In front of me I saw a man, he looked , dare I say ethereal. But like Seok type of ethereal.

Absolutely beautiful . His eyes , it shined like sunlight through a bottle of whiskey. I almost got lost in them for awhile.

“what are you staring at?” he asked raising his eyebrows

“Are you a vulpix?” I asked

“what the hell is a vulpix?”

“the creature that Seok is”

“well yes I am. How could you tell?” he asked

“you kinda look like him” I said tilting my head trying to picture Seok

“I look nothing like him” he snapped

“whoa there didn’t mean to hit a nerve, my bad.” I said “who even are you? I know most of the people who are trying to kill Seok but I can’t seem to recognize you”

“Why? Am I the only one not giving an evil monologue telling you who I am and why im trying to kill him?”

“yes actually, how did you know that?”

He scoffed and he looked at me. “why does he keep you around?”

“why did he keep me around, big difference also im the one asking questions here hello?”

He turned and looked at me, and I saw it. The scar. It didn’t take me long to put everything together

“no way, wow I thought you were a drunk man’s legend this whole time” I said

“what is that supposed to mean?” he asked sitting down.

“you are Sious. His brother, aren’t you?”

“I am not his brother” he snapped

“holy shit, he said you’d say that” I said with my eyes wide in amusement. I tried to get up when I realized my hands were still tied.

“uh, can you please help me out” I said tugging at the rope. I should really learn how to free myself.

He sighed and leaned down to untie me.

He smelled like pine.

No I did not sniff him. Maybe just a tad bit.

“another dead end” I heard him-or Sious-murmur.

“so you’re looking for him too huh? Any luck?” I asked

He glared at me “does it look like it?”

I blinked. Ha right.

I looked around the place I was. It was an apartment. Not going to lie I was kind of disappointed. I thought Sious would live in some old classic house, you know like how you’d think an immortal would live? With fancy old artifacts and wine on display.

That’s how Seok said he’d live.

I turned around to see Sious staring at me. He looked like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

“what?” I asked

“nothing”

“it looks like something”

“don’t you have a test?”

Realization struck “oh crap” I said running to gather my things. “crap, crap, crap”

“its just a test” he deadpanned

“I wish” I said hurrying. I took a sticky note and wrote down my number and stuck it on the fridge

“that’s my number. I know there is no reason for you to contact me or anything, but if you find anything about him please let me know.” I put on my shoe and opened the door “And if you see him, tell him im going to beat the shit out of him.” I said as I ran out.

#dialogue prompt #prompts #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #Daylight #creative writing #writeblr

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erscogadatabase · 10 months

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12: Introducing 7even

Date: 12-7-2018 IDST

Nalitie: *bursts into 7even’s nonexistent house* Welcome to Erscoga! I’m here to teach you what to do!

7even: ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Hello? Why are you bursting into my home?

Nalitie: You don’t have a house yet! It’s time for a history lesson! *offers hand*

7even: Oh yer right, there is no home here. Ok, Let's go on an adventure*takes hand*

Nalitie: But first…

(A verbal history lesson has occurred outside of this Google Doc.)

Nalitie: *points to the above dialogue* Expect this a lot. Erscoga likes to play with the fourth wall a lot, but… uh… be nice to it. We don’t want to have to tape it together again.

7even: Again?

Nalitie: Don’t ask. Um… Let’s go to Pluto, first! I need to talk to a dummy *wink* *grabs lunch box portal and opens it* Just jump into this lunchbox.

7even: *Checks hands in a dream check fashion.* Ok!!!

Nalitie: Don’t question it, it’s just how we get around…

Joise: *jumps in lunch box*

(The two travelled through a portal onto Pluto. You are now on Pluto.)

Nalitie: Welcome to Pluto home of the--AAAH!

*Nalitie has been picked up in a hug*

Robot man: DIALGOUE! I’ve missed being able to touch people in my own body!

7even: Hey I want a hug too! I love hugs! Hugs are good *reaches out for hug*

Dude: Oh! *hugs* I don’t believe we know each other…? Well, I suppose you know who I am, of course, but I don’t think I’ve met you before, dear.

7even: HI mettaton!! I think you and yer dears are pretty great ya know. *is slightly drunk probably bc of first lucnhbox ride and bc author 7even is out of it*

Mettaton: *a little confused, but has seen a lot and takes it in stride* Well, thank you darling! And what might your name be…?

7even: Im 7even….Im *faints*

Nalitie: oh no…. This is why Callie refused the lunchbox, I suppose *looks at Callie in her box* *to MTT* Hey, uh, could you go and grab Callie from her box? I think she has cookies. *sits by 7even*

Mettaton: *leaves to find Callie and returns with cookies*

Nalitie: *wafts cookies in front of 7even’s face, also hopes to give her some for some sugar energy*

7even: Im awake, Im awake. That was a doozie of a ride let me tell you.

Nalitie: Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. I’m uh…. so used to portal travel that I forgot it can be taxing. Should we go and train you? You gotta learn the World Mechanics!

7even: World mechanics? Ok I won't question it.

Nalitie: *brings out a dummy*

(* Dummy is fighting you!)

7even: Its fighting me??????

(Nalitie explains that this is an alternate dialogue style. It’s borrowed from Undertale. She points out the fact that you also have a SOUL. It’s green.)

(7even realizes this fact and questions to herself why the dummy is fighting her)

(Nalitie tells her that it’s just the dialogue. The dummy is a dummy. It cannot fight. She shows you something.)

(Four buttons are in front of you, like in Undertale: *|Fight

*|Act

*|Item

*|Mercy)

(7even ACTS)

(*|Check

*|Talk

*|Hug

*|XXX)

(7even chooses XXX out of curiosity)

(You pet the dummy on the head. It might be happy, but it is only a dummy.)

(7even Acts-----Hugs)

(You hug the dummy. It feels no emotion, but you like to think that it loves you back.)]

(7even chooses mercy)

(You spare the dummy. You won! Except you weren’t fighting to begin with. ANYWAY.)

7even: I made friends did you see?

Nalitie: Yep. Except that’s literally just a dummy, and not one inhabited by a ghost. But ya know, it’s Erscoga. Wanna meet the other people here on Pluto?

7even: Ok

(Natalie introduces 7even to the entirety of the Undertale cast, the 6 fallen humans, Aubrey, Casey, Temima, Payton, Kadin, and Jesse, Callie in her box, and Chara. Also Frisk. And Asriel.)

Nalitie: Where to next….

7even: I have heard about a certain Farm planet? I like the natural aroma of the name.

Nalitie: You wanna go to Bensel? Sure! *opens lunchbox, but rethinks it and puts it away* Let’s just… *throws a space suit at 7even* *puts on her own* Put this n and don’t take it off.

7even: *puts it on...quickly)*

Nalitie: *straps a whipped cream jetpack on 7even’s back and takes her hand* *away t spaaaace!*

(You are in space. Nalitie points out the her space station, next to the biggest planet. She tells you that it’s still under repair and you can’t go there, but it exists. She leads you to the farm planet.)

7even: (arrives on Farm Planet)

Ahhhhhhhhh, this feels like home.

Nalitie: Noice. *points* That’s Old McDonald’s farm. He’s kinda hostile. *points* That’s Farmer Joe. *points* That’s Isole Valence’s farm. *points again* That’s Fabrezia, but it’s Dukermin’s thing so ask her about it.

Joise: I would like to meet my neighbor Mcdonald.

Nalitie: Oof, um. You should prolly do that without me, then. Last time Dukermin and I visited him we almost got in a gunfight, and then we broke his floor and unkidnapped Steven, so

7even: You stay here. I will go say hi.

(7even walks over to door and knocks)

Old McDonald: *cracks open the door and peers out* Who’s there?

7even: Hi!! I new here and am thinking of setting up my home. I wanted to meet whoever else resides here and be on good terms with them. So HI!!

Old McDonald: *grunts in thought* *opens the door* Don’t touch my property and we’ll get along fine. That INCLUDES the old stake in the back! It’s got… *sniff* sentimental value.

7even: Alrighty. We got a deal! I will respect your privacy! Im going to go meet my other neighbors. Goodbye, nice to meet you!

(*Our record of this particular story ends here.)

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jiminrings · 3 years

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im not sure if you’re still accepting requests, please ignore this if you are not, but maybeeee.... just maybe (?) a continuation of shy stem kook? i frikin adore how you write and you make my day so much better!! just wanted u to know!!

aHHHHHH this means a lot bestie omg i love u so much

stem major koo is taking up his missing lunchbox case to student affairs >:(

a continuation to this drabble :D

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist

“it’s a... major crime??”

holy fuck seokjin has not had his coffee this morning and he bADLY needs it if he wants to get serious

about uh...

whatever the fuck this is

“precisely, mr. kim. someone has been stealing my lunchbox this entire week, and i know for a fact that the esteemed student affairs office would not let me down in finding the thief.”

did this kid just say,,,,,,,,, lunchboxes?

oh my god he definitely did not sign up for this

he is a talented fresh grad and jin could not (for the life of him) bELIEVE that he is hearing out a college student, wanting to file a complaint for his missing lunch

this should not be funny

it should nOT be funny

jin knows that he technically should know every student in this uni, but his gut is just telling him to stall for a little while so he could gather his bearings and not lose it

“name?”

he sees the junior extend his lanyard, making him do a double-take because LMAOOOOOOOOO he has never seen a college student ever wear their ID cards as proud as this guy does,, or even wear them at all

“jeon jungkook. do you need my student number?”

he’s mEMORIZED his student number????

lol what a fucking nerd

seokjin shakes his head no, coughing to his hand as he brings up a file

uhhhhhhhh

yeah this seems about right

a president’s and dean’s lister, alma mater hoodie-loving, stem student who’s in the running to be summa cum laude next year..... treating his missing lunchbox case to be a major crime

yeah uh he’ll humor him

“can you describe your lunchbox for me?” jin grabs his notebook so he’d look more sophisticated instead of typing, hand trembling from suppressing his chuckles

“no, mr. kim. lunchboxes. there are five. i haven’t been getting any of them.”

HUEFFGSFSBHVSJQAKWDAF

“f-five? you have five lunchboxes?” seokjin’s pupils tremble but jungkook confuses his reaction for genuine concern, making the student hunch closer and look more somber, “uhm, this is still relevant but — may i ask wHY you have five?”

“for each day of the week, of course,” jungkook scrunches his eyebrows, lips pursing in thought

there’s a silence that stretches between the two of them, jin’s eyes slowly blinking and he’s trying,, he’s rEALLY trying to quell the screams inside his head

my DUDE have you ever heard about dishwashers???? :///

“right, right. of course,” he bounces back, tucking his thumbs as he tries to employ his Professional Tone and not the i’m actually an alumni from this school and i cannot believe i’m doing this tone

don’t ask it don’t ask it don’t ask it don’t ask-

“so jungkook, you say they’ve been missing the whole week, right? and you have a lunchbox for each day of the week. if uhm, if your monday lunchbox has been stolen, and so did your tuesday, and literally eVERY day of the week — why did you keep bringing the new ones in? because y’know, if i walked into an alley and got mugged, i wOULDN’T walk into that alley anymore ya feel?????”

jungkook could only blink at that

..... right

mr. button-up polo guy with the safety pins on the shoulders does raise quite a valid point, aND much confusion on his own side

“that’s because i don’t bring the lunchboxes. someone’s been leaving them out for me and-”

hold on

hold the FUCK on

“they’re not your lunchboxes?”

alright maybe that’s jungkook’s fault

no nO his case is still serious :((

“b-but technically, they’re mine!! someone’s been leaving them out sPECIFICALLY for me and everyone knows that!!! someone must have been jealous o-or something that they keep taking it away from me!!”

seokjin may have been annoyed then entertained at first, but now he kinda feels sorry :O

how is he supposed to break this

“...... jungkook....... have you ever considered that maybe whoever this person this is, they may have just stopped giving you lunchboxes? and no one’s really stealing them because there’s nothing to steal?”

...

....

.......

jungkook looks like he’s going to throw another tantrum again uh-huh

“but why though?? literally wHY??? i-it’s been going on for two weeks and i don’t see any reason to why they’d suddenly stop! there’s no probable explanation for this a-and-...”

kook’s burying his face in his hands and he’s about to tear his hair out if his mind keeps spiraling even more

this is an interesting morning to seokjin

he’s awkwardly patting jungkook’s shoulder, definitely writing about this interaction in his daily journal because he’s definitely gonna get a good laugh from this

YEAH RIGHT UH JUNGKOOK’S WAILING

“.... i uh, the office next to mine offers counselling...?”

#drabble nights #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook drabbles #stem koo #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook au

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harleybeaumont · 2 years

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Love Me The Way I Am- Book 1

Chapter 3

Pairings: Maxwell x Harley (MC), more in future chapters

Book: TRR Book 2

Synopsis- After King Liam proposes to Madeleine, Harley and Maxwell grow closer while they attempt to uncover who’s behind her blackmail. Maxwell is hiding a medical condition he’s kept secret for most of his life. Due to his father constantly berating Maxwell during his youth, he believes no one will ever love him.. until Harley comes along and he dares to hope.

A/N- This somewhat follows along with the events in TRR Book 2. I have removed/added certain events to go along with my story! Harley Hughes is my character who is based loosely off of Riley. The other characters belong to PB.

Warnings- language, drinking, sensuality, some NSFW

18+ only

Word Count- 3,213

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It had been four days since Harley heard the Beaumont brothers talking in the bathroom. She wanted to ask Maxwell about it but he had been distant since then. He seemed to be completely out of the house for a couple days and when she asked Bertrand, he either said he was running errands or it was none of her business. Max wasn't waking her up in the morning. He took a lot of naps. When she texted him, he only wrote back short answers. She missed him. And she was very worried.

She woke up to a knock at her door. “Go away Bertrand! Im fucking tired.”

“Hey little blossom, it's me!”

Harley jumped out of bed and quickly checked her face in the mirror before throwing the door open. “Maxwell!”

She jumped into his arms and he laughed as he picked her up.

‘Wow, good morning!” he said delightedly.

Harley felt a little embarrassed when she realized how close she was against his body, with his strong arms wrapped around her. But she hugged him again anyway and oh my god he smells so good. Whoa girl, settle down.

She backed away and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I just missed you. I feel like I haven't seen you in so long.”

Maxwell smiled sadly, “ya I've been busy doing.. Stuff for the house.. You know. I really missed you too. ”

She frowned, “Max.. you know you can tell me anything right? If something is wrong, I want to try to help.”

He responded by giving her another quick hug and saying, “I know.”

Harley wanted to say more, but was just so happy to have him back and looking like his normal self, that she dropped it. “So what's for breakfast? Can I cook something for you?”

“Sure, I've been craving some of that burnt toast and dry eggs since the last time you made me breakfast!” He laughed and jumped back as she swung a pillow at him from the settee.

“You ass!” She laughed, “you should be so lucky to have me cook for you! I was trained in a greasy, run down bar in New York. You don't get better culinary training than that!”

“Then get your butt ready and come downstairs! I promise I'll eat every bite. As long as I get to hang out with you I don't care what we eat!”

Harley smiled. He was definitely back to his usual self.

After they were finished with breakfast, Harley and Maxwell sat at the kitchen table playing a game back and forth with each other on their phones. Bertrand cleared his throat pointedly, “I have figured out the perfect time for Lady Harley to reintroduce herself to the court. Countess Madeleine and King Liam are having an engagement party this Saturday. You will be presented as the perfect lady I have trained you to be these past few weeks.”

Harley pushed her plate away and burped loudly, “Now Bert, you know I'm the perfect model of decorum!”’ She loved screwing with him. Maxwell leaned back out of Bertrand's sight to hide his laughter, but nearly fell out of his chair.

Bertrand rolled his eyes, “I will have you know that this is no laughing matter. You are representing House Beaumont and the entire country if you are chosen to be queen.”

Harley was so over it. “Dude, Liam has already made his choice. You know he's not going to just cancel their engagement and pick me. For god's sake he hasn't even contacted me in almost a month!”

“That's because it was in your best interest and for the safety of–”

“Ya my best interest.. Whatever.”

Bertrand pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated breath, “My god it's like I'm raising two children in this house.”

Once he left the room, Maxwell whispered, “now you've pissed off dad, Harley. You're so grounded.”

They both dissolved into giggles. Harley stood up to put the dishes in the sink, “can we please do something today? Away from this house?”

Maxwell considered and said, “ok but we're gonna need disguises so nobody will recognize us. Like SUPER SPIIIEEESS!”

That night Harley and Max were going to sneak out and go to a club that Maxwell frequented. Harley was so excited because she hadn't been out of the house since Liams coronation, aka her “scandal”. Also she loved watching Maxwell dance. When they all went to the club for Liam's bachelor party in New York, she spent most of her time with Liam. She couldn't take her eyes off of Maxwell though. Most guys just bobbed side to side but this boy could get it. There was something so sexy about a guy with rhythm, and in the back of her mind she wondered if he had that same sense in rhythm in the bedroom. She wanted to go dance with him that night, but since Liam was the one who asked her to go, she felt like she should spend some time with him. Drake just sat at the bar drinking and giving her the side eye the whole time. She wasn't sure what to make of Drake that night, but he turned out to be a good guy.

All three of them were super hot. Drake was the tallest with brown eyes and shaggy chestnut hair. He wore a denim shirt buttoned up halfway with a white shirt underneath. He had a 5 o'clock shadow and obviously worked out. He had to be at least 6’5”. The guy was huge.

Liam was slightly shorter than Drake, with brown eyes and jet black hair styled in an undercut. He was perfectly clean shaven and his clothes didn’t have a single wrinkle in them. He had straight white teeth and dimples when he smiled. The dude looked like a perfect Disney prince.

Maxwell was a little shorter than Liam. The first thing she noticed were his gorgeous blue eyes. He had dark brown hair with that perfect messy-look that made her wonder if he was one of those guys who spent forever to get it to look that way. He had a perfect jawline with a little stubble. When she first came to their table to introduce herself as their waitress, he flashed her a dazzling smile that left her feeling warm all over.

At the end of the night, Liam asked her if she knew any good clubs around so he could take her out and properly thank her for taking care of them. She ran into the backroom and texted Daniel to see if he knew somewhere. He told her about a new club that just opened, and her coworker lent her a short dark green dress and some strappy heels so she could go with them. Harley looked in the mirror as she changed clothes. She was 5’2” and slightly curvy with long dark hair that had been tied back into a ponytail. She touched up her makeup and let down her hair. Ok you got this. Just be cool. Don't think about how hot they are.

Although she tried to convince herself otherwise, she was extremely nervous going out with three gorgeous European guys. But it was just one night, and she figured she'd never see them again anyway so it didn’t matter if she made a fool of herself. Now she'd been practically living with one of those guys and she never felt more comfortable with someone in her life.

Harley decided that she was going to look hot for her night out with Maxwell tonight. She did her eye shadow in a smokey gray, and filled in her plump lips with a dark red lipstick. Her dark brown hair fell down her back in loose curls. She pulled a dress out of her closet and looked it over. She never got to wear it much back home. It was a tight, sexy black dress with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. She hoped Maxwell would like it. She smirked when she saw how good she looked; he better. Harley spun around and checked her backside in the mirror; she had heard many times before that she has a nice ass. She heard Maxwell make a comment once before to Liam and Drake about liking girls with a butt and she didn't forget.

Maxwell was getting ready in his room. Bertrand is gonna kill me if he finds out. Oh well.. It'll be worth it. He got some hair gel and ran his hands through his dark brown hair once, “done!”. He picked out one his favorite black button downs, rolled the sleeves halfway up his forearms and sprayed on some cologne. He wondered what Harley was going to wear tonight. He pictured her in something tight and thought of how good her ass would look in it. Stop thinking about her ass!

There was a quiet knock at Harley’s door and she opened it to find Maxwell glancing around before he slipped inside.

“Ok first things first we need our secret agent names.. I'll be secret agent break dance obviously and you'll be-”

Maxwell trailed off as he finally got a good look at her. He had never seen her look that way. She looked so beautiful she took his breath away, so sexy that she gave him a lot of.. thoughts.. And she looked so confident. She always looked like she thought she didn't fit in, but tonight she was rocking it.

“God damn..” he breathed, feeling warm all over.

Harley bit her bottom lip and spun around, “you like it?”

Pull it back Maxwell.. Pull it waaaay back! “Ahem.. Yes you look lovely tonight my lady.”

Harley quirked an eyebrow and laughed, “Oh god I didn't realize I was going out with Bertrand tonight. Forget it, I'm going to bed!”

“Hell no!” Maxwell smiled. “Sorry you just threw me off my game for a bit. Ok, back to business. I'll be secret agent break dance and you'll be secret agent hot stuff for obvious reasons.”

Harley grabbed her clutch off of the chair, trying not to blush, “You flatterer.”

“Hey, you know I'm nothing if not brutally honest. Now, I have a car waiting out back and Bertrand should be watching his stories right about now.. We can lock our bedroom doors and turn the lights off and then he’ll just think we’re asleep and–”

Harley snorted, “Hold up.. Did you say Bertrand should be watching his.. stories?”

Maxwell's eyes widened, “Oh god. Don’t tell him I told you. He kind of has a thing for telenovelas.”

Harley couldn't stop laughing. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry..” She fanned her face, “Ok gotta get it together. It's just not a very Bertrand-like thing to do!”

“Tell me about it! The first time I caught him watching it, he was crying! I didn't even know he knew Spanish!”

Harley took a deep breath to try and stop laughing as tears streamed down her face, “Oh god, please stop! I have to redo my eyeliner now.”

Maxwell clapped his hands together, “Ok back to the plan. So I initially was going to suggest disguises, but we look too damn good to cover any of this up. Let's go!”

The driver pulled up to the club, where the thumping bass could be heard out into the street. Harley frowned as she looked at the long line of people waiting to get in. “Damn, it's Wednesday night! How long do you usually have to wait to get in?”

Maxwell put his arm around her casually, “You're with a Beaumont, baby! V.I.P.!”

They walked to the front of the line and the bouncer nodded at Max and let them right in.

Harley had to yell over the loud music, “Well mister show off, that was pretty slick.”

Max looked slightly embarrassed, “Ya, being a Beaumont means you get to act like an arrogant ass sometimes. I don't do it very often but if it means I can get my dance on, I don't mind!”

He wiggled his shoulders and grabbed her hands. “Now come on, let's get some shots!”

While they were at the bar, a handsome man with an Italian accent asked Harley to dance. She looked at Maxwell who shrugged nonchalantly and said, “go for it!” However, she didn't miss the look on his face, as he watched them dance closely. He looked jealous.

When Max got out on the dance floor, he put everyone else to shame. A young blonde girl started dancing with Maxwell, and Harley pulled the girl away under the pretense of dancing with her. She leaned in and spoke in the girl's ear, “Hey, you see that guy over there?” The girl nodded as she checked out the Italian man Harley had been dancing with. “He’s been talking about you all night! Seriously, you should go dance with him! He's like a Senator or something”, Harley lied. The girl smirked delightedly and made her way over to him. Gotcha bitch.

After a couple more songs, Harley sat down at the bar to rest for a moment. She snickered as she watched the blonde girl and Italian man leave together. Time for another shot.

After an hour of dancing together but not together, and three shots of tequila later.. Harley was feeling way too good and was ready to really dance with Maxwell. Honestly he hadn't stopped dancing since they got to the club. The man could probably dance in his sleep, she thought. She stood up from the bar and grabbed his hands. Time to show him what she could do.

Maxwell was feeling the tequila as Harley led him onto the dance floor. She started moving slowly, but she definitely knew what she was doing. It was all he could do not to touch her. We're just dancing.. as friends. Don't be a creep. She backed her ass up against his front as she moved to the music and his throat got dry. Holy shit, what is she doing? Dancing, she's just dancing. He put his hands on her hips and moved with her. Come on man, you've danced with tons of people before. Get it together. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and moved her hair to one side. He looked at her neck and his heart sped up. He imagined how good she would taste if he kissed her there. He shivered as he pictured licking the beads of sweat from her flawless skin. She reached her arms back around his neck and now they were full-on grinding against each other while they danced. Between the loud music, the alcohol, the heat of the club, and Harley's body against him, he was feeling very hot. Maxwell gulped as he realized that if they kept that up, pretty soon she was going to know exactly what he was thinking.. and feeling. She feels so good in my arms- Just another minute.

Oh shit.. Maxwell practically jumped back and hoped that Harley hadn’t felt him get hard against her.

“What's wrong?” Harley bit her lip and smirked.

“Oh I'm just thirsty!” If she only knew how true that was. “Gonna go get some water. You wanna come?” Oh shit I just asked her if she wants to come. His face was on fire and he needed some air. “Actually I'll be right back. Restroom break!”

He ran off toward the exit. Harley was feeling pretty drunk.. and pretty satisfied. She knew if she kept it up long enough that she would be able to get a rise out of him. Ha, a rise! Oh god, I'm such a dork..

She took advantage of the break to go to the restroom. As she was washing her hands she overheard two obviously drunk girls talking.

“Did you see who's here tonight?”

“Uh ya, Lord Maxwell Beaumont! I saw him at the bar!”

“Hes so fucking hot!”

“I'm gonna fuck him tonight. I totally am!”

“You stupid bitch, there’s no way.”

“Wanna bet? I'm gonna rock his world and then I'll be Mrs. Beaumont and live in their big ass house.”

“Please, you know he's just a fuckboy anyway. He never dates anyone.”

“Ok stalker, how would you know?”

“Anyone who follows the royal family knows. He's friends with King Liam. I've seen pics of them all going out and it's obvious he's a fuckboy. He's never with anybody! That's because he just has a one night stand and leaves them.”

Harley didn't know what to say. She wanted to put them in their place and say he definitely wasn't.. But honestly she didn't really know. They never talked about their sex lives.

She put her head down and quickly headed out of the restroom when one of the girls said, “Hey you look familiar. Do I know you?”

“I don't think so,” Harley said as she kept heading for the door.

The girl gasped, “OH MY GOD I know who you are!”

Harley stopped and turned around, ready for the shitshow when the girl said, “you used to date my brother, Jack! Back in highschool!”

“Oh ya, that's it..” Harley plastered on a fake smile as she lied. “How is Jack?”

“Um a big loser like always!” The two girls laughed and carried on while Harley slipped out of the restroom.

Now Harley needed to get some air. The room was way too crowded, and the loud music just made all the thoughts that were swimming in her head even more muddled. She bumped into Maxwell as she was heading outside.

Max grabbed her shoulders to steady her and frowned as he looked in her eyes, “Hey, are you ok?”

“Oh ya, it really was getting hot in there! I guess I need some air too.”

He could see something was bothering her. “I shouldn't have left you alone in there. We've been here for hours. You wanna get some greasy food and head home?”

Harley smiled up at him, “Ya that sounds good!”

They spent the car ride home giggling, singing loudly, and most likely annoying the hell out of the driver. They gave him a big tip. Once they got back to Ramsford they snuck inside a back entrance as quietly as two drunk people can, grabbing a bottle of whisky from the kitchen on the way upstairs to Harley's room.

“Eat in here with me and let's watch TV.” Harley said as she picked up the remote and stretched out on her bed. She flipped on the tv to some home renovation show.

“Sure thing blossom!” He hopped on the bed next to her and sat cross legged.

Harley took a bite of a taco, “Mmm, This is so good. I haven't had tacos in forever! “

Maxwell checked his phone. “Ya me neither. You know Bertrand wont let us eat anything that doesn't require at least five utensils.”

They ate in silence, watching the tv for a few minutes until Harley said, “Hey lets play a game. I'm still buzzed and I don't wanna go to bed yet!”

“Sure, what do you wanna play?” Maxwell said as he took a bite of his taco.

“How about truth or truth?”

“Umm, never heard of that one. Isn't it supposed to be truth or dare?”

“Ya but you always pick dare, so I never get the truth out of you!”

Maxwell laughed, “you know me too well.”

Not yet I don't, Harley thought. “Ok so.. How about it?”

“Sure.”

Harley was ready to get some answers.

#choices fanfic #trr fanfic #choices trr #maxwell beaumont #maxwell x mc #the royal romance #harley hughes #bertrand beaumont #hana lee #liam rys #drake walker #cordonia #love me the way i am #lmtwia

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nctzenluvies · 3 years

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HIS PARTY

𝖏𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖏𝖆𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓 𝖝 𝖋. 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

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~~~~~~~~~~

you were walking outside of the school and of course, it was a friday, meaning everyone was getting their invites to the popular kids "frat party". all you knew about the parties, is that they consisted of drinking, weed, and apparently drugs too. you genuinely didnt expect for anyone invite you.

"hey, y/n!" someone said behind you.

"hi?"

"remember? its me, cay!"

"oh yeah! hi! whats up?"

"well, i got permission to invite some people to this weekends party, and we had a few extra slots so, i thought to invite you!"

"oh? sure, i can go.. but when is it?"

"tomorrow night, i can text you the address, your number is still the same right?"

"yeah, it is. thanks so much!"

"of course, do you need a ride?"

"no thanks, ill have my friend drop me off."

cay walked away and went to the back of the school as you got into the bus and sat next to one of your friends, that happened to also be invited to tomorrows party.

after about 10 minutes, the bus had finally made it to you and your friends neighborhood. you got off the bus, said your goodbyes to your friend and walked home. once you got home, you went up to your room and unpacked your things.

"dude, i cant believe we both got invited to that tomorrow." your friend said on the phone.

"i know! should we make outfits?"

"uh.. yess?!"

the two of you made outfits and got opinions from one another. your friend had to hang up because their mom called them, so you just decided to make a list of stuff you needed to bring.

"gum... chapstick, tissues? do i need that?"

you threw what you could pack now into your bag, and got pajamas to go take a shower.

you took a quick shower, and went down to your kitchen to make food. you made something simple with what you had in your fridge. after eating, you watched netflix for an hour or two, then went to your room to sleep.

~~~~~

𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅.. 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅.. 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅..

your alarm went off, it was 10 in the morning. you got up, and got ready in a comfy outfit for the day. you had planned to spend a few hours with your cousins at the mall, then go home and get ready for the party.

your cousin picked you up, you guys went do the mall, got coffees, ate food, and shopped around for 3 hours.

your friend was at a store nearby, so she went to come pick you up.

"hey! did you have fun?" she asked.

"yeah, i got a bunch of stuff haha."

"thats good! you could use something for tonight!"

"true, is that what youre wearing tonight?"

"no, i just went to the shop to get groceries, so of course not."

"thats what i thought."

you two blasted music on the way back to her house. you got there, helped he put the groceries away, and walked back to your house. you just chilled for about an hour before getting ready.

you hopped out of the shower, and called your friend.

"hey, y/n. whats up?" cay answered.

"nothing, i just wanted to ask if there was a specific timing we needed to be there?"

"nope, you just have to be there by nine."

"oh alright. see ya!"

you dried you hair, and got a cute dress your cousin had bought you at the mall. you were packing a bag and your best friend called you.

"hey y/bsf/n, why you callin me?"

"nothing, i just wanted to let you know im leaving soon. so get your bag ready."

"will do."

you finished packing, got a water bottle, went to the bathroom, and walked out to see y/bsf/n waiting in her car out-front of your house.

"hey bitch! get in, lets go!"

the two of you headed out, screaming about each others outfits.

you pulled into a huge driveway leading up to a mansion. of course, the popular kids cars were pulling in as you parked.

"oh hey y/n!" cay said behind you.

"hey!"

"well, welcome i guess? let me show you around."

he showed you around his friends house, as someone caught your eye.

you pointed towards some really cute guy in the corner, "hey cay, who is that?"

"oh him? thats jaehyun, hes one of my best friends."

"ok, thanks."

"no problem.

you and your friend walked away to get a drink from the bar they had.

"girllll you have good eyes." your friend teased.

"what do you mean?"

"that jaehyun dude was cute."

"i know right."

"you should go talk to him! your hot, hes hot, perfect relationship!"

"fine, i will. be right back."

"ok, ill be over here!"

you walked over to the boy you had been looking at for a bit and said hi.

"hey, thought i just let you know i think your hot." you winked, walking away.

he twirled you back around, "well, i would say those feelings are mutual then."

"oh? show me then."

"with pleasure."

he pulled you upstairs to a room somewhere in the back of the house, and locked the door behind him.

it was dark in the room, so you couldnt exactly see him, but when he turned the lights up, he was already completely naked. he had the best abs youd seen in a while. man did you get the worst butterflies. he got on top of you, and tore your clothes.

"your a little slut, arent you."

"maybe."

he snickered, kissing your jawline, going down to your stomach. he threw your legs to the side, kissing the inside of your thighs. he threw your legs on his shoulder, giving you kitten licks, teasing you. jaehyun let go of your legs to say something.

"i never got your name, sweetheart."

"y/n."

"y/n?"

"yup."

"cute."

he continued his teasing, but gave you zero warning that he was going to actually eat you out.

"jaehyun!"

"mhm?" he said, sending a wave of vibrations through your body, causing you to almost moan.

after a bit, he let go of your pussy, "moan loader baby." so of course, you did. the more noise you made, the more he smirked probably thinking you couldnt feel it. at some point he started using his tongue way more aggressively, so you grabbed his head pushing him deeper in your folds.

he suddenly let go, looking straight in your eyes.

"you cant cum yet. your turn."

he got to the side of the bed, pulled you closer to him, and shoved his dick straight in your mouth. beside gagging at first, you did your job perfectly by how he was reacting.

he pushed you down away from him, and got back on top of you.

"youre going to listen to daddy, right?"

you nodded.

"you will stay completely silent until i say so."

he lined his cock up with your core and slammed straight in you, filling you up. he immediately went in and out of you, leading to you making a bunch of noise. he put a hand around your neck to shut you up.

"you stay quiet, remember?"

you nodded, trying your best to stay quiet. there was a bunch of people coming up the stairs, probably looking for jaehyun.

"jaehyun?" one of his friends yelled from the end of the hallway.

what sounded like two people came up to the door, stopped and listened. you held your breath, but jaehyun on the other hand just continued.

"oh shit, hes blowing someones back out."

"yeah, already? the party just started. i wonder who it is." your friend cay said.

"dude. lets go ask around and see who were missing."

"yeah."

𝑜𝒽 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 , you thought to yourself. jay was going to figure out that your were being gut-fucked by his best friend, let alone, one of the most popular people in the building.

luckily as soon as your best friend heard people we're asking around, she texted you saying she'd be at the back of the house so she wouldn't get found out.

"oh shit!" you screamed.

the two of you reached your highs about the same time. all you felt was this warm liquid filling you up like crazy. he pulled out, picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. luckily he had brought you to bedroom that had a bathroom.

he cleaned you up first, cleaned himself up, and got you both dressed. jaehyun dragged you out of the bedroom, telling you to go to the back of the house after seeing your phone text message.

you ran down stairs, out the front door and saw your friend right on the side of the house.

"hey!" she yelled

"hi."

"so, how was it?"

"good, hes so hot oh my god."

"well, look who it is."

"hello, im jaehyun, y/n's new boyfriend."

you looked at him, confused.

"wait, wait, we never agreed to that." you sighed.

"we did now."

"ok, ill leave you guys alone, good bye." your friend ran back into the house.

"jaehyun, really?"

"what."

"ive known you for like fifteen minutes."

"a good fifteen minutes." he winked.

"jaehyun!"

you turned around to see cay yelling for jaehyun.

"hi?"

"im going to go over there." you whispered, pointing to the fence of the property.

"well, who was it?"

"who was what?"

"ya know, the chick you had in the room." cay said.

"oh, that? her." he pointed to you, causing you to look up.

"fucking seriously? ive been friends with her for a while and she never has hooked up with someone like you man."

"well i guess you can say hook up if you want."

"huh?"

jaehyun signaled you to come back over.

he wrapped his hand around your waist, "this is my girlfriend."

"uh, what? im so confused. havent you known each other for like 30 minutes?"

"yeah, but shes hot."

"alright, ive never seen that happen."

cay walked away, leaving the two of you to walk in together. you and jaehyun just drank all night, and went back to your house, eating and watching movies.

𝔞/𝔫: 𝔦 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔪 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬 𝔦 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 :)

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sckyie · 3 years

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word count: 1.9k

genre + warnings: bittersweet fluff + some angst?; timeskip!sakusa, drunk sakusa, kabedon, alcohol mentions

pronouns used: they/them

a/n: im sleepy omfg anyways hi im writing stuff on my other account after this

You were always the more affectionate type in the relationship between you and Sakusa. Well, that's what you would call it. Nothing was ever official the two of you but, he never minded when you held his hand in private, cuddled beside him, or even called him cutesy names. He was comfortable around you, it was almost as if he were a different person altogether.

Though he didn't mind the unofficial title, it did sting in your chest that you didn't technically matter enough for anything to be set and stone. It was hard to bring it up but also keep a cool head when talking about it. You wanted to be known as Sakusa's significant other, not just his best friend.

An upcoming MSBY dinner before the big game was approaching and Sakusa had asked you to accompany him as his date. You doodled on your notes as you looked at your calendar on your desk. Your mind wandered thinking about Sakusa. Why hasn't he asked you to be his yet? What would his teammates say when he introduces you as his best friend?

A few days before the dinner, you invited Sakusa out to a small lunch. You dragged him along to the grocery store to buy the food and drinks. You had your arm looped around him up until you arrived at the steps of the doors of the store. He shrugs you off him and looks away from you, something he always does. You sighed as you tugged his sleeve to drag him to the proper aisles.

He was distracted, to say the least, as you were picking out the different ingredients for your lunch date. Sakusa didn't even take notice when you disappeared into a different area. It wasn't like him to do such a thing but once he realized you were gone, he was sent into a panic. He quickly drifts into other sections, searching for you.

That's when he found you speaking to someone else. Speaking to another man in particular. You weren't flirting with him or anything, you were talking to him about which brand of spice would taste better for your dish. Turns out, the guy you were talking with worked as a head chef at a local restaurant. You say your goodbyes as you place your goods in your basket before turning to find Sakusa staring at the stranger. "Oh, sorry Omi, I lost you back there. I thought you were following me," You say.

"It's...fine- who was that?" He whips his head to look at you.

"Oh, no one, I asked him to help me find some spices for lunch, come on, I have to get a couple more things then we can leave okay? I know you don't like going out as much," You say.

Was he jealous? He was lost in thought as his eyes followed where the stranger left off. He denies that he ever felt that way yet he didn't notice you tugging on his sleeve."Omi?" You ask.

"Hm," He hums through his mask. He looks down at you, his chest pressed against your back.

"You seem like a puppy clinging onto its mom, you're never this close to me in public. Is something wrong?" You chuckle looking up at him. He takes a step back and tries to look away. You smile up at him before picking your final ingredients.

"Sorry Y/n, just..." You pat his side lightly before heading over to the cashier. He sighs before trailing behind you.

The entire lunch date it seemed like he was quieter than normal, uncomfortable to talk to you even. While you two shifted into watching a movie, he held your hand tighter than usual as you snuggled beside him. It was foreign to be this close to Sakusa, but you didn't mind the comfort being held in his arms. So much so, that soon after you found yourself slowly drifting off to sleep engulfed in his warmth.

Sakusa looked down at your now sleeping figure, his cheeks burning red, as he lowered the volume of the movie. How did he end up in this situation? Though he did like you having you beside him, he was thinking to himself. Why was he so clingy to you? Was it jealousy? It couldn't be, you technically weren't his significant other.

The next day, the two of you didn't talk about you falling asleep beside him. It was the first time he had let you gotten so close to him. Besides the point, tonight was the MSBY dinner at a night bar and restaurant rented out to the entire team. You joined the team and their respective invites to the tables as everyone greeted one another at the tables.

You sat beside Sakusa and across from Atsumu with his brother beside him. You smiled at the twins before turning to look down at the menu. "So how do you know Sakusa?" Atsumu asks.

"Oh, we're childhood friends, we were neighbors as up until we graduated. We reconnected recently when I moved back for college," You explained.

"So yer not...dating?" Atsumu raised his eyebrow. Osamu nudged his leg against his brother's but you paused to respond.

"No, we're not," Sakusa says, seeing you hesitate. You looked away from him, and awkwardly smiled back at Atsumu. "They're just my best friend."

Just a best friend. You couldn't wrap your head around those words. It was true, you were his best friend, but the feelings you had for him stung in your chest. You pinched your thigh to ignore the unsettling feeling in your stomach. You tried to make conversation with the boys, more so with Atsumu. Sakusa raised his eyebrow at this, but never saying a word to you.

When the dinner at the table ended, the team moved to the entertainment bar upstairs. You quietly followed behind Sakusa to where Atsumu and Osamu had gone to play pool. "Do you play?" Osamu asked, you shook your head as you watched Sakusa walk away to go get a drink.

"What's on yer mind? You seem down all of dinner," Osamu says. Atsumu seats himself beside you as his brother takes his turn at the pool table.

"Sakusa...He's..." You trailed. "To me, he's more than just my best friend. But I guess, that's all I'll ever be to him." You sighed.

"Oh he doesn't want to make it official, huh?" Atsumu nudges. You nod.

"He cuddles me, holds my hand- hell, he got jealous yesterday over a dude helping me buy spices, I don't get it. Now, look at him," You gesture. Sakusa sat himself beside Meian and the other players at the bar to drink almost as if he had forgotten about you. "It doesn't make sense. Now I just...Just wanna forget about my dumb feeling and move on."

You let out a sigh as Atsumu pats you on the back. The rest of the night, the twins spent playing while trying to cheer you up. It worked as you found yourself as well as two more players joining in, joyously playing pool and casually drinking.

Sakusa on the other hand, had decided to drink as he never wanted to admit he was jealous. He wanted you. He did, but he didn't want to tell you to stop talking to his teammate. Why didn't he tell Atsumu that you were his significant other? He takes another sip of his dark liquor before glancing behind him to see you and Atsumu leaning against a wall.

You two were smiling, laughing, being the happiest in the room. Why were you smiling so big? Only Sakusa was supposed to make you smile like that. No one else. His eyes watch as you playfully nudged Atsumu and that's what upset him. You weren't falling for him, were you?

Sakusa found himself walking towards the two of you. His cheeks were bright red, his steps were slightly off for his drunk stature. You turn to see the wobbly figure but before you could stop him or say anything to him, Sakusa had his mind set on one thing.

He had stood in front of Atsumu, nearly a step away from him. You feared for your life that Sakusa would hit him but you were frozen. Sakusa takes his hands and slams it against the walls behind Atsumu, encasing the setter in between his arms. You take a moment to pause.

"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to Y/n?" Sakusa mutters. Atsumu could smell the alcohol in his breath.

"Omi-kun it's not what ya think I- I-" Atsumu stuttered.

You couldn't make out what the two were saying but you were concerned. You heard the muttered arguments and you turned to Osamu who was talking to Bokuto. You tugged at his sleeve before showing him what was happening.

"Did- did my brother just get kabedoned by Sakusa-san?" Osamu tilted his head. You nodded and asked what to do. "Break it up. I'm not helping ya."

You approached the two conversing to overhear what they were saying to one another.

"I swear to fucking God- I'll break- I'll break-" Sakusa threatened. "If you were flirting with Y/n."

"I wasn't! I wasn't!" Atsumu pleaded.

"Hey hey! Omi!" You called out, trying to get Sakusa's attention. He glances at you but he turns back to Atsumu. This time his right hand moves closer to Atsumu's body to grab it. You approach the two. "Omi!"

"Omi-kun, we were just talking not flirting I swear! Just ask them!" Atsumu was sweating bullets. He had never been this close to Sakusa nor has ever seen him this infuriated. Sakusa had enough and grabbed Atsumu's shirt.

"Omi! Look at me, not him!" You called out, ran over grabbing Sakusa's wrist off Atsumu. He pulls off the fabric, allowing the setter to stumble away from the wall. "Omi, we weren't flirting. He was just cheering me up."

"Cheering you up? Why?" Sakusa scratches the back of his neck.

"Why? Because of you dumb dumb," You huffed.

"Because of me? Why because of me?" He asked.

"Oh my god," You groaned. You placed your hands on Sakusa's cheeks before pulling him down and placing a sloppy kiss on his lips. His mouth was soft despite what you'd expected. After waiting months, finally pressing your lips against his was a wave of relief. You could taste the bitter liquor leftover on his lips as you pulled away. "Because you...you failed to realized that I'm in love with you and you just abandoned me to hang out with your teammates and their guests. Now..will you hang out with me or are you gonna keep denying your jealousy like yesterday?"

Sakusa looks at you for a second before snaking his hand around your waist. He pulls you in for another kiss, prompting the team to give him a round of applause. His slips his tongue this time, letting you taste more of the alcohol in his system. You pull away, smiling and notice how much he was smiling too. "Sorry for being jealous," He says. He looks up to Atsumu who was now standing beside Osamu. "I may be drunk, but if you- if you flirt with Y/n for real, I'm break your nose Miya."

You giggle as you dragged Sakusa to an empty table by the bar where you'd sober him up. "Do you really mean that?" You say as you bring a glass of water to Sakusa. He leans against you, resting his head on your shoulder as he sips the water. "You'll beat up Atsumu if he flirts with me?"

"I'll beat up anyone. Do you really mean it when you say you love me?" He asks.

"Shhh, you're drunk," You laughed.

"Hey, I'm not that type of drunk, tell me," He persists. You take a beat of silence to answer.

"Indefinitely," You say. Your hand laces with his, thumb rubbing the back of his hand. "I can't see myself falling for anyone else."

"Me neither," He says.

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abstract-crossverse · 3 years

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GHYJHG HOLY HECK I LOVED THE TRICKY X READER ANGST THING

dang it now im thinking of a normal/before insane clown tricky x reader where it like uhh angst and comfort kinda???

Ooo sure! I head canon that he's pretty awkward when first meeting so we have a awkward clown boi!

2022 edit: format change, and colored text

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"Meeting a Clown" [MC2!Tricky x Reader, fic, sort of angst to fluff?]

→ You had recently moved into the waste land that was Nevada

→ Thankfully you were in the military before moving there, or else you'd be as good as dead

→ You were sitting in the park since it was quite a calm day... A little too calm for your liking...

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You sighed, feeling the gentle breeze on your face, one hand holding a book you were reading and the other on your gun, y'know, for safety reasons

"Hello!!" You heard a cheerful voice in the distance that took your attention, you looked over to see a green clown with a blue smile trying to give a balloon to a random grunt, who just ran away screaming

You saw the clown lower their head as the balloon popped into confetti, out of sympathy, you headed over to the clown

"hey? You good, dude?" The clown looked at you and jumped away a bit, probably startled by your sudden approach

"o-oh! Hello! Clo-I'm alright, thank you for asking! What's your name? I-I'm Tricky!" He exclaimed, returning to his playful nature, his voice changing in pitches at times, a bit unsettling but not exactly the craziest thing youve seen here "Name's Y/n, nice to meet ya.."

There was a agonizing awkward silence between you two before Tricky broke it "W-Wanna go get some hotdogs?" He pointed over his shoulder to the hotdog stand near you two "sure"

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After getting the hotdogs, you two sat at the same bench you sat at before meeting the clown, you guys hit off right away when you found a topic to talk about, talking and joking about things you saw and experience

You noticed he was trembling slightly while he took a bite of his hotdog "Are you cold?" He hummed as he turned to you, gulping down what he had in his mouth

"A-ah, no, I-I'm not, I don't know why I'm shaking, it started a little after... The incident..." He lowered his head to look at the ground, recalling what happened just the previous day

Upon closer inspection, you realized he had bullet wounds on his chest, you grew concerned for your new found friend but you didn't question it for now

Soon, you both finished you hotdogs and got into a more comfortable silence, until you broke it

"Could, you tell me what happened to you? Only if you're comfortable of course" you looked off to the side a little, you heard him chuckle "I-It's fine, I guess... Well, yesterday I was assigned to kill off this guy that killed about 32 people on the other side of this park... But I-I wasn't able to finish him off... He got me instead, and, I-I'm not sure of what happened but when I woke up, I-I was l-like this..."

You looked back at him, tears began to form in his eyes "I-I'm a monster aren't I?" He covered his face with his hands, as the tears threatened to spill

You took his hands away from his face and hugged him "I may not know you for a long time, but I can tell that you're an amazing person, you just wanted to stop this guy from killing more people.." you felt him hug you back "don't ever say that you're a monster, again..." He quietly cried on your shoulder for a few minutes

He backed off soon enough, wiping the stray tears from his ruby colored eyes "thank you, you're a g-great person too, sorry for crying earlier.." "hey, it's fine, you got overwhelmed, it's normal, now c'mon" you got up and started heading in the direction of your house

"H-huh? Where are we going?" He got up quickly and ran after you "to my house, I'mma patch you up" you said with a chill tone

"oh! O-okay!" He said, catching up to you, you smiled softly, glad to have a friend in the hellhole, but you were sure of one thing

The guy who hurt your friend is gonna pay...

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This was more platonic since y’all just met here, but I hope you like it!

#tricky the clown #madness combat x reader #tricky x reader #tricky #x reader #reader insert

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kenjikutie · 4 years

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Starlight [Dabi x Single Mom!Reader]

summary: when you and your children are saved by a man covered in burns, you offer to repaire his staples and clean him up, an offer that gets you much more than you’d bargained for word count: 2.6k warnings: a tiny bit of violence pairing: dabi x fem!reader

waking up at five am every morning to prepare yourself for the day certainly was not how you saw your life turning out four years ago. but, the moment where you opened the door to your twin son’s room washed away all over your regrets and filled the space with nothing but love. you thanked whatever was above you each day that they had ended up looking like you, rather than their father. you didn’t know what you would have done if you had to look at his face for the rest of your life

kindly stroking hibiki’s cheek, you watched as your son squirm awake, blinking away the sleep in his eyes. you smiled softly and whispered your morning greeting to him, watching as he beamed at the sight of his mother. hibiki kicked his small legs at you, a signal for your attention. with a huff, you lifted your son from his bed and sat him on your hip, slightly ticking his sides to see him giggle

when you felt a small tug on your pant-leg, you glanced downward to see hitomu giving you a pout, clearly jealous of the attention his brother was getting. you set your hand on his head, ruffling his soft y/h/c locks before setting down hibiki to present them their outfits for the day. the two had rambled on and on last night about how excited they were to attend their first day of preschool

though you would never tell them, you were just as happy to get a day to yourself while your sons were taken care of. you had so many errands to run, bills to pay and groceries to buy. living as a single mother in the city was tough, both financially and mentally, but it was worth it. you didn’t want to rely on the boy’s father for anything

while you were caught up in your thoughts, hitomu took your hand in his much smaller one, showing you a bright smile, though it was missing a few teeth. he proudly held up his all might lunchbox and you came to the realization he was trying to imitate his idol. hibiki took your other hand, beginning to mutter about how the three of you should get going before they miss breakfast

after locking up the apartment, you kept a steady grip on their hands, not wanting them to get lost in all the hustle and bustle of the city. the boys seemed to glare at everyone who past you, taking their roles as the ‘men of the house’ very seriously. you, on the other hand, were focused on reviewing the route to their preschool, praying that you didn’t get lost along the way

suddenly, you felt a sharp tug on your elbow, causing you to gasp, preparing to let out a scream before a rough hand clamped over your mouth. hitomi and hibiki gripped tightly to you, calling out to you as the three of you were dragged into a nearby alleyway. you were harshly thrown onto the concrete, wincing when you felt your knees scrape against it, surely drawing blood

hibiki clung to your left side, burying his face in your stomach with a sob, “mommy! are you h-hurt?”

you reached upward and set your hands on his cheeks, “hitomi, take your brother and get out of here right now! please!”

darting your eyes around, you caught sight of hitomi but your stomach dropped down to the pits of hell when you saw what he was doing. hitomi had his hands balled up into fists, holding his all might lunchbox in front of him

“l-leave my m-momma alone!”

“hibiki, stop!”, you screamed, terrified of what could happen next

the man laughed, a cruel, wicked sound, before snatching the prized possession out of your son’s hands and throwing it against the brick wall, smirking when he heard it split open. you pulled yourself off the ground, doing the best you could to ignore the throbbing pain in your skull. swiftly, you wrapped your arms around hitomi’s torso, pulling him behind you

with a tightening of your fist, you laid a punch on the attacker’s face, wanting to scream from how bad it hurt. he wiped the blood off of his nose and gripped you by the collar, slamming his forehead onto yours, causing your vision to become nearly entirely black. you could hear your sons crying but couldn’t speak a word

then, a bright flash of blue brought back your vision, feeling yourself slip from the man’s hold and back to the ground. you didn’t even look back at the attacker, despite his screams of pain and agony. hitomi and hibiki were holding one another, tears running down their horrified faces. quickly, you held the back of their heads and tucked their faces into your chest, hoping to hide whatever gruesome thing was happening behind you

when everything went quiet, you shyly lifted your head, flinching when bright blue eyes stared right back at you. the man in front of you was lanky and tall, scars littering his chest and face, along with staples holding his normal skin together. he looked like he was in so much pain and it made your heart ache

“you good?”, he asked, voice gruff and rougher than any sandpaper

“n-no, but,”, you looked up at him with wide eyes, “thank you. thank you so much.”

he didn’t move or acknowledge your thanks, only walked behind you to pick up the lunchbox that now had a huge crack in it, right over the face of your son’s hero. hitomi pulled away from you reluctantly when he felt a tap on his head. his eyes watered at the sight of his lunchbox but he took it back anyways, clutching it to himself

you slowly stood up, but even that was too much for your head. your knees buckled as soon as you were on your feet and you would have fallen back down again had it not been for the hand that steadied your lower back. everything was turning hazy again and you were sure you head a concussion. the last thing you saw was the concerned eyes of your sons and their mouths opening, surely calling out your name

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you slowly fluttered your eyes open, feeling yourself relax into the softness of a familiar bed. then, you remembered the events before you fell asleep. lifting yourself forward suddenly, you felt the pain in your head come back but you pushed it away, determined to know how you got home and where your children were

the first place you checked was the living room, heart beating even faster when you didn’t see them, only the mess that had been left from their toy playing session the other day. where were your sons? how did you get home? and where-

a relieved sigh left your lips when you opened the door your sons’ room, only to see them snoring softly in their racecar beds. you had never been happier than that moment. when a cough came from the doorway, you jumped, holding out your hands in defense while the figure chuckled

“geez, chill out jumpy. it’s all good.”

the man from before stared at you with humor in his eyes. a part of you said to hit him until he left your home, to chase him out but, another part was begging you to make him stay. you just had to know who had saved you from something so terrible

taking one last look at your sleeping sons, you joined him in the hallway, keeping the door open out of paranoia. he kept his eyes on you, making you more nervous by the second

“um, thank you for back there. if you hadn’t come-”

“you already thanked me. hit your head that hard, jumpy?”, he teased and you felt your fists clench

“well, im sorry if im a bit uneasy after being attacked in an alleyway!”, you threw up your hands and stormed into your room, hearing him cackle behind you but follow you nonetheless

taking a seat on the edge of your bed, you felt tears begin to pool in your eyes. hurriedly wiping them away with your hand, you could feel the bed dip beside you, but neither of you said anything. you held your face in your hands, softly crying your heart out

dabi winced at the sound, the noise of a mother sobbing bringing back memories he would much rather have forgotten. when he had seen you and your kids get pulled into the alleyway, he had contemplated doing nothing to help, just continuing back to the bar. but, the face that had comforted him throughout the nightmare that was childhood would not leave his mind until he saved you

you peeked out from between your fingers to see a tissue being dangled in front of your face. eyes widening, you reached out to accept it, dabbing at your eyes with the soft tissue

“im a failure of a mother.”, you whispered and dabi quickly placed his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him

“from what i saw, you punched the dude in the face and managed to protect your kids even after gettin’ the life headbutted outta ya. you’re not a bad mom.”

when he began to stand up, you latched onto the sleeve of his long jacket, head hanging down, “why are you doing this? i don’t even know you.”

and at that moment, all he saw was his mother

“you remind me of someone i know.”

raising your head, you tossed the tissue into your garbage can and looked up at him with a pout. he nearly laughed at how much you looked like a little kid but your splotchy eyes made his heartache

“let me repay you.”, dabi raised his eyebrows with a teasing smirk and you blushed, “not like that! i meant that i could fix your staples, they look like they hurt.”

after thinking for a minute, he nodded, “lead the way, jumpy.”

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dabi was sat on the edge of your bathtub, watching your every move. when you bent down to take the supplies out of the cabinet, his eyes trailed a bit lower but he shook his head with a smirk. you would so not be into that, he thought

“it’s probably gonna hurt but don’t worry, i took a few nursing courses in college so i don’t think i’ll kill you.”, you joked and it made him feel a bit better that you had calmed down

“that’s good to know, jumpy.”

you stood up and set a hand on your hip, looking down at the man with a look typically reserved for your children, “would you stop calling me that?”

kneeling down in front of the tub, you began to wet a cotton ball with some peroxide while dabi shook his head, “no can do. i don’t know what your name is.”

“well, i don't know yours either.”

“and you’re not gonna- jesus!”, dabi jumped at the sudden sting on his cheek and you quickly apologized, rambling about how it was supposed to hurt less if it was a surprise

the two of you entered a comfortable silence, you gently removing and replacing his staples after disinfecting his raw skin. dabi began to look around your bedroom, at least what he could see from the doorway. no photos of anyone but your kids and someone he assumed was your mom. the right side of the bed looked like it hadn’t been used

“your husband probably won’t be happy to find me here, ya know?”, he was pressing slightly, watching to see any reaction you made but your face stayed neutral as you tossed another cotton ball into the trash

“i don’t have a husband, just me and my sons.”, your eyes held sadness, a different one from earlier, this one was dull and seemed very old

“oh. did he-”

“yes.”, your hold on his skin turned harsher and dabi caught your wrist, meeting your eyes before pushing your hand back

“sorry.”, you muttered, going back to your work while dabi watched you intently

the father of your kids must have been someone pretty stupid to leave the three of you. your sons seemed to love you a ton, considering how their walk home consisted of one of them glaring at him while holding your hand and the other quietly telling him where to go

he remembered looking down at your face while you slept in his arms. you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid his eyes on, so it was only natural to think you had someone waiting for you at home. but, the only boys who had your heart where the four-year-olds who wouldn’t leave your side until they fell asleep

he had been so deep in thought that he hadn’t even noticed you had finished up. you were right. dabi felt much better. he could finally move his arms and face without feeling like he was about to rip his skin off. maybe he would come back here again if it ever got too bad

“thanks, jumpy.”, dabi said, watching as you glanced down at the tile floor

“y/n. i’m y/n.”, he hadn’t expected you to tell him your name, figuring your paranoia would still have the better of you

dabi fixed his coat and let you walk him to the front door, taking a glance at you from the side. you were gorgeous but, there was nothing he could do about it. he was one of the most wanted villains in japan. it was a miracle you hadn’t noticed who he was yet

the two of you stood in the entryway, you avoiding his gaze and him refusing to look anywhere else. he would probably never see you again with how his life was going but there was a pull in him, a part of himself he had locked away a long time ago, that wanted him to stay here, to fall in love with you

you felt a rough hand place itself on your cheek and you gasped, locking eyes with the man who had saved your life. dabi leaned in and couldn’t help but notice that you did too, but, all you received was a peck on the forehead

“you don’t have to leave, you know?”, you said and he could see the worry in your eyes, but it wasn’t fear for yourself

“sorry beautiful, but i have some prior engagements to take care of. but, you ain’t gotta worry, nothing like that’s gonna happen to you again.”, furrowing your eyebrows as the man opened your door, you reached out to grab him, but he was faster than you

“see you tomorrow morning, y/n.”

the end.

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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

challenge: time travel challenge by @justagirlinafandomworld

prompt: “we’re divorced?”

pairing: sirius black x reader

words: 5.7k words

warnings: FOURTH WALL BREAK!!(sorry im very excited about that), lots of angst, almost smut(hehe), sirius lowkey has a breeding kink, sirius is an asshole for a bit, the smallest bit of fluff, fix-it, and the same time travel theory as back to the future

summary: an unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years.

a/n: wow, i normally don’t write for harry potter so this was a nice change. anyways, this is for yvette’s time travel writing challenge, and everybody say HAPPY BIRTHDAY YVETTE! i’m so sorry this is late, it got deleted and i needed to re-edit, but i truly appreciate your friendship and your lovely, amazingly beautiful self, and I’m so so glad that we became friends :) this fic is not beta-read at all, so if you see any mistakes tell me, but otherwise i really hope you enjoy this fic<3

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It still wasn’t over. After all she had lost, more specifically everyone she had lost, and the shitty cycle that she had to call her life, it still wasn’t over. The people she had watched the life drain from, the screams of those suffering from the loss caused by the Dark Lord, and yet life still hadn’t had its fill of torturing Y/N. Grimmauld Place felt empty without the kids, without the Weasleys, but they had gone back to their home and soon enough she would have to as well. Harry had gone back to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, though she’d argued to hold onto him just a bit longer after-

After Sirius had died.

Time had passed, maybe two or three weeks, but no matter what the woman couldn’t bring herself to get out of Sirius’ old bedroom, simply staring at the ceiling with her tears at bay. Her and Sirius had been a complicated thing, to say the least, a topic nobody had brought up since 1983, when she had banned it. Not as if there was much to talk about after the divorce and Sirius going to Azkaban. After Lily and James had died, after she had fought with Dumbledore for custody of Harry, after she had become a professor at Beauxbatons and moved to France without a second thought. Sirius had been locked up after he’d hurt her in the worst possible way, and Y/N’s heartbroken soul found no other reason to return to England.

But, she pushed those bad memories to the back of her mind. It seemed so trivial, looking back on it. Not the broken house, of course, that had been his own mistake. But Y/N had many regrets, all of them seeming to revolve around the mischievous black-haired man who she had fallen in love with as a teen. The night it went down, the night their relationship had fractured at the seams and fallen down, was her greatest one however. It had been so stupid, so, so stupid, but they’d both gotten caught up in the moment, and Y/N had let him die without knowing how much she was sorry for that night that they let their fears consume them.

The cries that she had tried so hard to contain finally broke free from the restraints of her heart. “I’m so sorry, Siri,” she whispered into the air, “I couldn’t save you this time.” As the hot, salty tears ran down her cheeks, Y/N shuffled across the room, letting her feet drag her to the old Black family room, the dark green walls embracing her rainy emotions.

A little gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the portraits among the wall. The Black family tree was faded along the age-old wall, but what she was really looking for was the burned out image of her raven-haired love. There, right next to Regulus, was a black spot, scorned and scarred by the prestigious family for being a blood traitor. Y/N smiled and traced the burn with her finger, remembering their fourth year when she had accompanied him home for the holidays so he wouldn’t be completely alone in the hellhole he had to call his house. Sirius had snuck them up to this room and spent the night talking in hushed whispers sworn secrets. “I’ll be yours forever, Siri, and I’m sorry for fighting with you. I wish-” she sniffled, glaring at the spot in the wall as she tried to garble out her words, “I wish, I could go back in time, and just fix it. Just me and you, and that stupid night, with the bloody fight about children because you deserve it all, darling.”

“Ah, I think you can.”

Y/N turned around, her eyes wide with fear. That was not Kreacher’s voice. There stood a younger woman, around nineteen, a scroll of paper and a quill in her hand. There was a whisper of a smirk on her face, brown eyes glittering even in the dimness in the room. “Who the hell are you?” Y/N looked at the door, which was still closed as she left it. She cast her wand out, pointing it at the stranger who did nothing but smile. “How did you get in here? Are you with the Lord?”

“With Voldemort?” The woman simply laughed. “Dude, I’m not with ‘the Lord’,” she added with air quotations. “Also I’m not really even here, so don’t you worry about that. My name’s Malia.”

Malia held her hand out, but Y/N kept her guard up. “You’re American. What brings you here? Are you a muggle?”

“Oh, nope, not a wizard, I’m just the author of this story.” Malia confided. “I’m here to tell you that you can fix this.”

“Fix… what?” Malia just rolled her eyes and sighed, staring up towards the ceiling as she spoke.

“God, did I write you to be hard of hearing now, too? I ought to fix that when I get back.” The woman blankly stared at the strange girl, wondering what the actual fuck she was talking about. “I can give you the chance to go back in time, Y/N. It won’t be for long, it’s really not gonna be interesting for more than two hours at most, but that should be enough time to tell the gang about what’s to come with Voldemort.”

“Like... time travel?” Y/N asked. The only way she knew how to time travel was the time turners. “But all of the ti-”

“Time turners were destroyed in the Department of Mysteries, I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve read Harry Potter more times than I’ve said ‘I love you’ to my parents.” Malia smiled. “I’m the author, I make the rules, and my rule is that I’m giving you two hours in 1978 to talk to Sirius so he can fix the emotional fucking mess left behind by J.K. Rowling.”

“Who’s J.K. Rowling?” Malia shuddered at the name.

“A raggedy-ass, transphobic bitch who wrote y’all into existence, but she’s not of importance right now.” She checked the small, rectangular box in her hand, which glowed and provided little light in the darkened room. “Let’s see, it’s currently eleven-forty, so you have until one-forty to find the Marauders and fix this future. It may not be fixed in the books in the future, but if you are able to do it here that’s all that matters.” Malia’s brown eyes were downcast, her bright and loud personality dimming for just a moment before returning to Y/N’s confused gaze once more. “Try not to screw up too much while you’re there, just enough that you defeat the Dark Lord the first time. Tell Sirius all you know and that should be enough for him to fix all the mistakes, but do not under any circumstances let him or anyone else know who you are. I wish you luck, Y/N, it was nice to meet ya in person.”

And with a peace sign in front of her face, she disappeared into a flash of neon pink light.

“Bloody hell! Fix my future? Talk to Sirius? If this even is time travel, then how am I supposed to get there- AH!” Y/N’s body felt like it was turning inside out, her guts being torn from her stomach and back into it again. A delirious giggle arose from her lips in the black void she was pulled into, and a soft chatter could be heard, like voices at the end of a tunnel.

“Blimey, looks like we got ourselves a nutter on school grounds.” Y/N’s arms flailed around, desperately seeking some sort of grounding surface to hold on to when her back hit a rough surface. There was an audible crack somewhere in her body, but she felt so sick that she couldn’t tell where.

“Are you okay, ma’am? You just appeared from the sky and hit the ground.” Warm, brown eyes met Y/N’s, a familiar mess of black curls resting atop of the boy’s head. Large, rounded glasses sat perched on the tip of his nose, and an impish smile, one she used to know so well before he died, met his lips.

“James,” she sighed. The boy stared at her strangely, and only then did she notice the three other boys and girls each behind them. Remus, Peter, Sirius, Lily, Marlene, and Alice.

Sirius.

The sight that met her eyes made her nearly emotional. It had technically been only three weeks since she had seen him, but here was the young boy she had fallen in love with. The one who charmed her with his smart words and witty retorts to her brush-offs, who used to hold her in his arms in the most intimate and gentle ways. His grey eyes sparkled with curiosity, the infamous Marauder mischief swirling within the silvery pools.

Seeing him so young tugged at her heartstrings, and though she wanted nothing more than to hold him in her arms and never let go, a small, niggling feeling at the back of her head held her back. Was there something wrong?

“You know me?” Oh right, she was currently thirty-five. Looking around she noticed that she was outside the quidditch pitch, and there were other students, staring at her with widened eyes. No one knew she was Y/N L/N, their fellow schoolmate and probably one of the very few of them that survived the Death Eaters attacks. None of them were aware how it ended, or how it was currently going for them back in 1996, and in this time there was the first Wizarding War going on and they had every right to be terrified for their lives.

James now took a more defensive stance, standing tall and holding his wand out. “Who are you?”

She couldn’t give him the answer, instead letting her mouth gape open as she stared at him with wide eyes. Y/N looked across the grounds for the nearest exit, which was down by Hagrid’s hut and into the Forbidden Forest. It was her only choice at this point, to hide in the dark, creepy space, maybe just until the students went away so she could find Sirius and talk to him alone. It’d be hard to separate him from the boys, but if Lily were occupied with James it sure would be easy.

Her younger, seventh-year self didn’t seem to be in the audience, thank Merlin, and with that knowledge, she got up and ran, ignoring her screaming muscles. That time travel really did a number on her.

As she ran through the crowd, shoving people aside, she heard the students mutter, too much in shock and disarray to stop the crazy, old woman who knew James Potter.

“This is dodgy.”

“Someone ought to tell Dumbledore about this.”

“She kinda looks like Y/N L/N.’

“Don’t insult the poor girl like that, that wonker is ages old.”

“Come back here! Who the bloody hell are you?” Y/N’s heart beat quickly in her chest, threatening to burst out. Only three minutes in the past and it was all going straight to shit. “Stupefy!”

Shit. “No, James, please don’t-“ Her body hit the ground and her eyes closed, the last thing she saw being the pumpkin patch by the hut.

“I see you’re awake now, Ms. L/N.” Dumbledore stood above Y/N in the hospital ward bed, his grey beard dangling in front of her face. Her first instinct was to start blaming him for everything that had happened, starting from Lily and James’ deaths to Sirius’, already opening her mouth to call him an old, senile cow, but then she realized that Harry hadn’t been sent to the Dursleys yet, much less been born yet, so none of it would have an effect on him. Y/N’s second instinct was to question how Dumbledore knew who she was in 1978, but her former Headmaster started to speak before she could do so. “I must admit, it’s very courageous, that stunt you just pulled. I don’t think Ms. Louie will be too happy about that.” Y/N sent him a questioning stare. “Malia, the girl you met earlier. Malia Louie.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, how did you know it was me?” She was dressed in a white gown that went to her knees, and behind him she could see her blouse and jeans folded and clean. Ah, the Hospital Wing. She had brought the boys here more times than she could count in her years at Hogwarts. “I don’t exactly look as young as I used to.”

“Ah, don’t worry Ms. L/N, you’ve kept your good looks quite nicely, even in your older age.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully, his wrinkled eyes sparkling with joy. “And speaking of young, if you are still worrying yourself about your younger self, you can put that to a stop. I am aware that you are not able to tell anyone who you are, and time travel is exceptionally dangerous if you are seen by the other version of yourself. I’ve already told the students that you were just a stray witch, misguided in your ways and that you were well taken care of. However, I think that brings us to the question of what your intentions are in the past, Ms. L/N.”

“Headmaster, I don’t think I can tell you about my business here. I’ve already messed up by letting the school see me by letting everyone see me, I don’t know why that girl even sent me here, it’s clear that this was a mistake.” Y/N sat up on the headboard, feeling her eyes fill with tears once again. The tall arches of windows let the sun in the room, and she could see the specks of dust swirling around in the golden light. It had to be close to the end of the year for them, maybe sometime around April or May, near the end of N.E.W.T.s at least. She could imagine that it’d be easy for her to get out of Hogwarts for the day, with all the students studying for the stressful exams in the library, maybe she'd make her way to Hogsmeade and walk around or visit Hagrid under a false name to have some tea. He was always open for a nice cuppa with strangers on any free day he had. “Thank you Headmaster, for your kindness, but I really ought to be going. I-it was nice to see you.”

Y/N started to help herself out of the bed, swinging her feet over to touch the cool stone ground. Bones cracked with pain and fatigue, her muscles stretching sluggishly. Merlin, that she was not expecting that much hurt from the fall, but she should have never underestimated James Potter. No one ever should if they want to keep their good mind and sanity.

Dumbledore handed her her clothes, cracked lips set in a straight line as he nodded solemnly. “I hope you accomplish whatever it is you are here to do, Ms. L/N, but I have no doubt that you will.” With a sly wink, he added, “You were always one of our most ardent and bright students.”

Y/N let herself smile, and with a wave, swiftly brought herself to the door. “Thank you, Headmaster.”

After slipping outside, she ran down the corridors, echoes of her feet ringing lightly behind her. The courtyard proved to be empty and she quickly ducked behind a column and tugged her jeans on hastily, making sure that no professors came walking past. Though the sky proved to be bright and cheerful, a slight breeze carried through, making her fall off balance and fall on the cemented ground.

“Are you okay, darling? You look like you’re in need of a little help.” Y/N looked up to the speaking figure, one that she both loved and dreaded to see.

She gathered herself quickly, her mind running fast and heart beating out of her chest as she tried to get out. “Yes, I am okay, thank you for asking. I think I’ll just get up and going now, I don’t need to take time out of your day like this-”

“I know who you are, Y/N.”

Y/N came to a full stop, going against her brain that screamed at her to run away. Sirius looked downtrodden, his grey eyes watering despite the small hint of a smirk on his face. Though he was always one for playing around and not taking anything seriously, she knew when it was time to stop pretending and get real. “How’d you know it was me, Sirius?”

“You really don’t look bad for your age, darling.” He offered her a hand to help her up and she took it graciously, eyeing him nearly guiltily and forgetting about her promise to Y/N. But that was useless now, this moment with her first love was much more important. “Also you have the tattoo on your chest. I knew it was you the moment you landed on school grounds.”

She traced his gaze to her left collarbone, where a paw print, just barely visible beneath her low-cut blouse, sat. It was his, or Snuffles’, paw print, and at this point in time they had probably gotten it done about three months before. He had one for her too, a horseshoe for her horse patronus, right on his left side of his chest too. So they’d always be right next to each other’s hearts, as cheesy as it seemed.

But they were dumb, lovesick teenagers, and they acted the part well too. Their love was all-consuming, shagging in under the bleachers at the quidditch pitch and making out under the stars. It was fast, everything was fast, decisions, ideas, classes, all of them under the impression that they had to do everything right then or they’d be dead before they got to actually live. They had dreams of marriage, and a big, big family, obviously so far away from his family so they could never hurt their children’s lives the way they had hurt his.

They were fantasies, Y/N had known that well enough when she and Sirius got divorced, but it was something that eighteen year-old Sirius Black held close to his heart. No matter how shitty his life got, he was always a firm believer in a happy ending. In their happy ending.

“How am I right now?” They now stood over the Black Lake, staring into the glittering depths of the water where some mermaids could be seen sneaking peeks at the handsome boy and the strange lady who had fallen from the sky.

Sirius stared at her questioningly for a moment. “How are you doing right now? I mean, I believe that I should be asking you that ques- oh, Merlin, I’m such a git, you meant your younger self.” Y/N laughed at that, her heart lifting with the goofiness of the old Sirius relieving an ache in her heart that she had had for so long. Not that old (it felt weird to say that) Sirius had been anything less than silly and snarky, but it was never directed towards her. It was nice to have the resemblance of their old relationship back, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. “I suppose that you’re okay. You didn’t see, well, your big moment on the field, but at this point Lily has probably opened her big, fat mouth and told you. N.E.W.T.s are just finishing up, so you’re much more light-hearted than during the study season.”

“I really did have a stick up my arse during exam time, you always told me to loosen up-”

“Y/N, cut out the small talk, I think it’s okay for me to ask how and what is happening.” Sirius cut in.

So she told him. Y/N had always been upfront with people about everything. Or rather, she had learned how to be upfront with people after her and Sirius’ divorce. Without details of the deaths, she explained how she was sent back into the past to fix it in some conceivable way. However, she did tell him about the fall out. Maybe she wanted him to understand her pain, even though it was a younger him, but she had to admit to herself that it was because she just wanted Sirius, in whatever form life gave her to hear out her grievances and apologies.

Since her Sirius was dead before she could.

“We’re divorced?” Sirius looked about ready to break down into tears, almost as if the concept of them breaking up or separating was foreign to him. “What exactly did we fight over, Y/N? That doesn’t seem normal for the two of us.” Sirius asked.

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t a normal predicament for us. either…”

Sirius slammed the door shut, efficiently pinning her against it with his white button up ruffled up, navy tie hanging from his neck loosely. Y/N’s arms were held down tightly against the oak wood, the sensation of the cold door burning into her rather warm skin making her squeal. Her husband’s tongue worked its way through her parted lips, low groans rising from the back of his throat from the way she moaned in tandem with his hips pushing into hers. Legs wrapped around his tapered waist, the pink, floral skirt Y/N wore rising high on her thighs, revealing more of her flesh to the lust-filled man. Both of their giggles echoed off the hallway walls of their small cottage home, just four miles west of their best friends’.

As the twenty year-old man threw his wife unceremoniously on the bed, he shed himself of his shirt and swiftly unbuttoned his slacks, throwing them haphazardly across the room. Merlin, Y/N looked ethereal laying spread out on the bed, panties around her left ankle, swollen lips parted with short puffs of air leaving them. “You just get right down to business, don’t you, Black.”

Crawling over his body, his hot breath hit her neck as he growled against her skin. “Could say the same thing about you, darling.” Sirius’ lips made their way down every inch, every curve, nook, and cranny of Y/N’s body, smoothly slipping her clothes off as he did so. Her sweet gasps filled the bedroom, back arching off the bed to meet his chest. “I’m going to put a baby in you tonight, sweetheart, we’re-”

Y/N sat up straight, her eyebrows trained in confusion at her husband. “What? A baby?”

Sirius’ heart pounded in his chest. “Yes.” He remarked in a clipped tone. “Is that not what you wanted?”

Her mind recalled her words from earlier that day, as she chatted happily with Lily about the news of her pregnancy. “Siri, I said I may one day enjoy having a kid of my own. Not right now, of course, but later. After all, we only got married a few months ago, don’t you think we should hold off a bit on that? We’re twenty years-old, Siri, there’s so many years for that.”

Rage filled Sirius’ blood like a spreading fire. In all honesty, it wasn’t so much about his anger as it was his hurt and fear. Fear that she had realized how fucked up he truly was, fear that she realized what he had known all along- that she deserved better than him. “So you don’t want a baby with me?”

“I never said I didn’t want that, Sirius, I just said that I’m not ready!” Y/N yelled back. At this point both of them stood on opposite sides of the bed, faces hot with tears. “We’re in the middle of a bloody war, people we know, people we love, have lost their lives, and it is not the ideal environment to raise a child, Sirius! Just because James and Lily are ready to have one doesn’t mean that I am too!”

“When will you be ready, Y/N? When will it ever be enough time for you? When will I be enough for you?” The heartbroken girl tried to interject, but her voice was cut off by her husband’s quickly enough. Sirius climbed onto the bed, holding her chin harshly with one hand. “Tell me, did you ever want to be with me in the first place?”

“Yes, Sirius, of course I wanted to be with you.” His heart hurt looking at the love of his life in tears, but even that was able to melt his cold facade. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

“Then fucking prove it, Y/N.” With that declaration, he removed his hand from her face and gathered his clothes, slamming everything in their shared room as Y/N quivered, knees ready to buckle on the spot. “I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”

As soon as the front door shut, she fell to the ground in tears, the laughter that once filled their home replaced with the sound of her shattered heart.

Y/N had done her best to not tear up during her explanation of the events that had taken that night, but Sirius' eyes watered, refusing to believe the truth. “No. No. I didn’t do that. Y/N, tell me,” he gripped her biceps with trembling hands, “please tell me I didn’t really do that. I can’t believe that I-I, that I-”

“You were drunk, Sirius, I don’t think you truly knew what you were saying at the time.” She sighed, “But people always say that drunken words are just sober thoughts.” Y/N rubbed her arms, just shivering slightly in the Scotland breeze. “You came back two hours later punching the wall and breaking it, and that’s when I knew that we wouldn’t last.”

The raven-haired boy’s head started to shake, even more mortified of the actions that his future self, the man he’d be in just two years' time, had done. “I packed up my things, not that there were many, we’d only moved into the house a month before, left, and I sent the divorce papers a week later. It was probably better that way, you would’ve divorced me if I hadn’t done it first.” Y/N had gotten used to telling her sob story to colleagues at Beauxbatons, to her family, but it felt different with pre-divorce Sirius. Of course, she had never thought she’d be in this citation either, so no one could really blame her for feeling weird. “You signed them easily, and my lawyer made sure that I never had to see you again.” Until Lily and James died.

“Until…” Sirius led on.

“Merlin’s beard, Sirius, you’ve always been able to read my mind. Shouldn’t have doubted it for a second.” He smiled at the sentiment, gesturing for her to continue. “I can’t tell you, Sirius, I hope you can understand that.”

“Why, Y/N, what happens that can be any worse in the future?” Oh dear, Sirius, you really do not want the answer to that question. She needed any way out of this conversation, after all running away was what she did best, and her eyes already searched for several routes to which she could run. Not that Y/N could ever outrun Sirius in his animagus form, but it was nice to have the belief that she could. The boy sensed her distress and grabbed hold of her hand. “You don’t have to tell me, darling, but I have to admit that I am a bit worried, just in the slightest.”

Y/N let herself calm down, squeezing Sirius’ hand and noticing his watch. She had actually given him that watch, gold-plated and dark grey metal, but it wasn’t the beauty of the gift that caught her eye, but rather the actual time on it. One-thirty.

How had that much time gone by so quickly? She was going to be sucked into the black void of time travel again in ten minutes, and that wasn’t nearly enough time to unload nearly twenty years worth of history onto Sirius. No, he would go insane from that much knowledge, which was exactly against what Malia had advised.

“I don’t have enough time to tell you everything that happens in the future, Sirius. But what I am about to tell you is vital, absolutely vital for the good of all of us in the future.” Sirius nodded with a serious sort of smile on his face. “Don’t let Peter be Lily and James’ secret keeper. When the time comes that they move away, I’m not going to tell you where yet, do not under any circumstances let Peter be their secret keeper. I know he’s one of our best friends right now, and do not tell anyone about this, but he’s going to betray us in the worst way possible.”

While Sirius was shocked, he nodded solemnly and ran a hand through his long hair. “I won’t tell anyone, Y/N. Can I fix us, Y/N? I don’t know if you should be letting the key to a happier future rest in my hands.”

“I full heartedly trust that you’ll do some good, whatever the outcome may be. As for fixing us, I hope you can, but depending on what happens we’ll just have to wait and see.” She sighed, “If you want my opinion on it, I think that we both should have waited longer to get married. It was right after James and Lily got married, but we aren’t and never will be them. We both had a lot of growing up to do, so I would take it slowly. Communicate your wants and needs in the relationship and in the end it may not even be us together. But I know you, Siri, don’t let this get in the way of your entire life. The most important part is that you tell James and Lily about Peter.”

She glanced back up the school grounds where students could start to be seen leaving their classes. “You better get back to the castle, Sirius. McGonagall is going to come for your arse and this time the boys aren’t going to be able to cover for you.”

“If they knew where I was, darling, I don’t even think they’d believe me.” Sirius chuckled.

Y/N nodded in agreement and pulled Sirius into a tight hug. “You can do this, sweetheart, and even if you can’t, it will not stop me from loving you any less. Maybe the future wasn’t meant to be changed, but regardless of whether that is true or not, I know that you will try your hardest, Sirius. Just try not to die, okay?”

The boy was still clutching onto her tightly, his tears soaking her rose-colored blouse. “I’ll do my best, darling.”

With one last kiss on the forehead, she smiled at him. “I know you will, Siri.”

Y/N’s arse hit the floor once again, her spine cracking once again. “What’s the year?” She yelled out, reaching for the walls of the black family room.

But it wasn’t there. Upon opening her eyes, she saw James, Lily, and Sirius sitting at a wooden table in her old white cottage. A nice tea set, her grandmother’s as she realized later, sat in the center, along with a large stack of letters. “Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you, I’ve been worried sick!”

Her red-headed best friend scurried over to her, brushing invisible dirt off her shoulders and pulling her up abruptly. James fixed the glasses on his nose, cleaning them off with his striped jumper. “You look a little disheveled right now, Y/N, what ran you over?”

“You know who she reminds me of right now, Jamie? That crazy witch friend of Dumbledore’s that made her way onto campus back in seventh year.” Lily giggled as she hugged Y/N.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re right!” James walked over to the woman of the hour, ruffling her hair with a smirk on his face. “If you were about twenty years older I’d have no trouble believing you were the same person.”

While Lily and James recalled their memories from the strange woman all those years ago at Hogwarts, Sirius pulled Y/N aside, an arm wrapped around her waist. The warmth radiating from his body was nice, embracing her in a comfort she hadn’t felt in so long.

“I’m going to go ahead and believe that I did something right?” Sirius grabbed her hand, and only then did she notice the coolness of metal sitting on her left ring finger. There sat the single band of gold, a small ruby encased in its plating. She had once joked that diamonds were too overrated, and he went out and got her the most vibrant gem he could find, claiming that it was just like her. But regardless of its shape, size, or type of gem, it was there.

“Yeah, Siri,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “you did good.”

“Oi, Blacks, stop making out and get over here, we got a letter from Minnie!” James yelled, making both wives chuckle. “Harry’s gotten himself in detention for punching Malfoy again.”

“Oh, thank Merlin, the boy deserves a few more good hits.” Sirius laughed.

“McGonagall still talks to us?” Y/N asked in amazement. “You’ve got to get me caught up.”

“Don’t worry, darling, we’ve got all the time in the world.” Sirius gently placed his lips onto hers, and for once in nearly twenty years, Y/N felt at peace. There were no more hasty warnings of the future, no psychotic old men coming after her family, no young girls rushing in to tell her how to fix her screwed up life. Cracked, pink lips moving against her own, his tongue delving into her mouth, and Y/N knew she was finally off the clock.

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